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Mean Yoongi 4 - Finale (M)

> genre : angst (a hell of a lot), smut

> pairing : min yoongi x reader (f)

> total words : 11k+

> warnings/content : takes place post rona quarantine, explicit sexual content (bj, fingering, dirty talk, lowkey cum play), bad writing (it’s been a while, i hope you don’t feel the struggle too much)

> summary : You haven’t talked to Yoongi in so long, now that you’re allowed to see him again, you’re not sure how to do it anymore.

> previous

"Your hair has grown a lot."

I don't say anything. I stare, probably a bit cold, I don't make an effort to answer. There's a lot of things to say but no words seem right. Her attempt sucks anyway. I can tell, from the way she nibbles on her bottom lip, eyes shying away, that she thinks the same.

The moment is filled with tension. The bad kind of tension. She's fidgety, feeling awkward. I feel it too but I'm better at hiding it. I've always been. Sitting back in my chair, observing her attentively, I can't help my insides from twisting on themselves, my heart from squeezing painfully in my chest. She's the same, mostly. With a shadow under the eyes she didn't use to have, a pallor I hate on her cheeks -usually painted that lovely shade of crimson, whenever I'm here to watch, as if the colour exists only for me- a slump in her stance. I wonder what I'm like to her. My hair's changed, as she mentioned. It's quite long, it's grown indeed, and enough for my natural colour to take over my whole head. I am tired, both in body and mind. So much so, I don't find the energy to tease her like I would before. And maybe, that's the biggest thing that's changed about me, and this sole thing is turning me into someone else entirely. I may as well be a whole someone else. Not the man who used to, every now and then, sprinkle glimpses of an awkward grin I've never gotten used to wearing but that I know, she loves. Certainly not the one who teased her with a relationship she could graze but not catch, with my fingers deep in her cunt, using crude and harsh words foreign to my lips straight in her ear, because she secretly loves it. Dancing on her feet, playing with her own fingers, gesticulating and waiting, hoping for an easy way out to manifest somehow. Probably for me to grant it to her because no matter how difficult I make myself to be, I've always been good at that. Dictate and guide how things go between us. I am sweet even if I wouldn't ever admit it aloud and it's been convenient, always, for her. I'm sort of curious to see how it'll go, how it can go if for once, I'm not making any effort for the both of us. I raise from my seat, eyes dropping from her. (She's wearing Converse, I note. This probably because she didn't plan on seeing me.) Hands digging deep in my pockets, I'm not sure I can approach her. These weird, implemented reflexes raise in her too. People don't do it so much any more. Getting close. And I can see her flinch in impulse before her eyes grow big and demanding. "I got tested-" She cuts herself short. It sounds weird. To speak in this deafening silence, she can hear it as much as I can. And to say those words too. She doesn't have to finish the sentence, I get the idea and from the shade of her voice, I can tell her results have turned out negative. Maybe I'm a bit irresponsible. Maybe a bit too desperate. In any case, it makes me scoff, roll my eyes. Staring down at my feet, hair hiding most of my face to her, I have to bite back on my tongue the words that almost roll out. Something about not giving a shit about that, and her being ridiculous. I don't really trust my mouth, I have no idea what would come out of it, therefore I don't speak. My hand reaches forward, bony fingers catching the front of her shirt before I'm dragging her to me. Very naturally, as if it hasn't been months since the last time I've touched her, as if even before that we were used to holding unto each other like that, she melts in my arms. "Why didn't you call?" She could, technically, ask me the same thing: I could have done it. I hope she doesn't ask. I wouldn't know what to say to her. How honest to be. I'd probably say that I was waiting for her to do it first. Which sounds ridiculous, childish as hell but couldn't be more true. I'd say, if I had a different tongue, that wouldn't get tied up anytime deep feelings are involved, that I was worried and terrified and sad, like I had not been in a long while. And all this because she wouldn't call, she wouldn't reach out for me and my heart, probably too profound and too serious, couldn't quite comprehend and certainly not accept her silence. Those months drove me crazy. Literally. I came to ask myself if I didn't make it all up. If the special bound between us had ever really existed or if it was just all projection. "You didn't either." She ends up saying. Clearly, she's as speechless as I am when it comes to explaining months, almost half a year, of pure dumbassery. It's not like it's necessary to explain anyway. She should just know how to tell me that she missed me. And I should know to do it too. She's better at that stuff. Not that good but still better than I am, I think. If she can't do it then I'm not sure I can even try. But today I'm different, as I said. And when she accuses me like she just did, I tense but don't let go. I can hear the way her breath catches in her throat, her shoulders rising to her ear. She's probably expecting me to back away and start cursing at her. I only squeeze further though, sliding my chin along her shoulder so to tuck my neck nicely with hers, humming pure appreciation, when it feels as comfortable and warm as it possibly can. She smells wonderful, she's warm and so willing to let me wrap myself around her. "I wasn't at my best so- I thought I'd just wait for you to call when you would-" I found the courage, apparently, to say all the things that's been heavy on my mind. It's easy when she's this tender. Embodiment of warmth, of welcoming, of loving, I can only be serene, voice low and soft. "But you never did." The only reason I allow myself to reproach the things that technically she can also blame me for, is because I know, that pressed that hard and that close against her, she can feel my heart beating insanely, exposing and telling on me. "You should have!" I don't need to say anything for her to gather that I'm not amused. I unwrap from her, deciding she's being too much of a stubborn brat. I sigh, watching her pointedly not watching me. She yelps and finally grants me her pretty eyes when a pinch to the back of her thigh, right under her ass, scalds her. Here's her "Mean Yoongi", as she so calls me, according to the Snapchat conversation she shares with Taehyung. I see her bite back a smile, her pretty lip flushed when she releases it. "What was that for?" She whines as if it's not fair, rubbing the soreness of her thigh with one hand. I smile mostly with my eyes, deciding to ignore the tears that have gathered in her eyes while I wasn't looking. I back away, taking a stand against the top of my desk, arms crossed tight on my chest. "You deserve way more than that. Lucky for you, I feel lazy." Her gaze follows mine, aimed at the leather sofa. The thing presently empty but virtually filled with the substantial memory of that one fateful time I touched her for the first time, her ass made red by my ministrations. I can't do that today. I'm too soft for now. I still enjoy seeing her squirm, blush and shy away while simultaneously loving thinking about it though. "I could tell you the same, Yoongi. You could have-" I'm losing patience. It's not entirely against her. It's more accurately against us. We're playing the same pointless game. The unnecessarily torturing game of denying, of dismissing. I should probably just drop it, even if it hurts and leaves me with too many pressing interrogations. I might look a bit more serious when I start studying her face with great attention. She's beautiful. I missed seeing her. The mental picture I had kept of her, along with the real ones I'd spent months looking at, didn't do her much justice. She looks somewhat surreal. Prettier than I remember, yet printed with the same aura I recognize. "I told you why already." I whisper to her. My own voice surprises me. It's as if my heart, that's been too hurt, has been left tender, exposed and I'm turned weak even in demeanour. I bet it's confusing for her. It is for me. Feels disarming. "But- what's the point then? If when you're down you don't call-" To that, I don't know what to say. I don't know how to admit to her, if she hasn't guessed it yet, the extend of my inability to seek for what I need, for what makes me feel good, for her who I've wanted and craved for. Of course, I needed her. Of course, I wanted her to be here for me -and be needed and wanted by her. I don't know how to say it though therefore I kiss her. A soft press to the corner of her mouth. I smile, probably looking dumb, when I see her wide eyes blinking, sending one lone tiny tear on her cheekbone. Her cheeks turn red because apparently, she's not immune to me and my kisses anymore, her immediate, strong reactions turning out to be the same as the ones she used to have, in the very, very beginning, when she was so putty, so lenient, such a good girl and also, the shyest and most innocent little thing. She needs some time to accommodate, to say the least. She's barely kissing me back. Simply letting me pepper her mouth with kisses, closing her eyes, hands reaching for my sweatshirt yet not so much giving me back.

After too long of not enough, I need to stop. Because what I think I know might not be so right anymore. Maybe I read things wrong, yet again, and she's not in the same place I stand. After looking at her face, and her eyes, who struggle to dry up and look at me, I ask, "What's wrong?", granting her all of my attention. "Wha- you, what's wrong?" I scoff. She looks like she's about to cry while snarking like a brat. "You're really testing my patience." "You're different. You don't have patience normally." I tilt my head to the side, a tiny smile lifting one corner of my lips. I can't say it's not true. "I thought you wanted me sweeter?" She stares, frowning. Confused, embarrassed and almost upset. I know I'm a weird fucking version of myself right now. The one that hasn't come out a lot these past few years and that she'd certainly never met before. I'm scared she doesn't like it. Maybe she hates it. If she liked me before, there's no reason she'd like that one Yoongi, is there? "I'm just messing with you. I'm tired and-" Gentle fingers wrap around her hands, intimating her to walk forward, forward and close enough for me to close my lips on hers again. "It's been a while." I let her look into my eyes, read the longing and probably the sadness. "Sorry if I'm weird. If you don't like me like that just- bear with me for today, hm?" "I bear with you all the time." Well. That's not even the last thing I expected her to say. Pretty mean for a sweet girl like her. "What does that mean?" She shrugs. She knows but she won't say. She has that pout on her mouth. The tilted one she does whenever something's been said loud and clear in that little head of hers but she's not generous enough to indulge in sharing. I stare, disapprovingly, thumb chastising kindly her cheek. "That's rough." "I don't mean it like that-" "Then what do you mean?" My mouth finds her again for an instant. It's a soft gentle kiss that doesn't hint at anything more. She remains silent. "Cats got your tongue? You usually can't shut up but you're so quiet today." Through her cute pout, she mumbles, "I guess I'm weird too today." My phone buzzes where it lays on my desk. With a quick glance, I can tell it's a text from Namjoon. I don't even need to read it. I can guess it. He's probably calling me an idiot while simultaneously demanding me not to be one.

I heard him earlier, I bet she doesn't know, when he held her hostage by telling that I was awake and that she should go say hi. He held her hostage because she was just passing by. From how loud Taehyung and Jimin were when the front door banged opened, half an hour ago, I could tell they were drunk as hell and she had just planned on dropping them off and leave. And Namjoon, being the good man and even better friend that he is, wouldn't let that happen. How could he when he's seen me all those months in states he probably hoped, back when we were young trainees, that he'd never had to see me again in? It hurt and it still does a little, to imagine that for the first time after so long, after finally being freed from the government harsh but necessary restrictions, she would come so close to me yet consider pass by me, without saying hi, without inquiring if I'm here, even. If it were not for the firm, absolutely non-subtle suggestion coming from Namjoon, she would have done it. She would have left ignoring me. Then she knocked gently on my door, I could tell she was terrified when I opened it and faced her, quiet. And maybe it was pure projection but I felt she wanted to be here. She was scared and embarrassed, didn't know what to say, what to do with herself and me, but she wanted to stay and try to untie this shitty intricate ball of knots. The thing is, it's late. It's super fucking late and I'm reminding when the screen of my phone lights up again to remind me to check the text I just received. She arrived too late at the dorms. We wasted, collectively, too much time not saying much and here we are, standing in the dimly lighted studio, facing each other with too much of an ambiguous tension surrounding us. Everything is unclear. The kisses she would allow me to leave on her lips but not give back to me, tasting lovely but with an aftertaste, a bitter taste of confusion, raising questions as far as their meanings – are they greetings or goodbyes. It's past one in the morning but I'm not ready to let her leave, especially when I don't know what she'd be leaving behind. Anxiety is creeping in my bosom. It's pissing me off. Vainly I bend over, to my side, tapping my finger on my phone to have it lit up. Maybe Namjoon is not just insulting me and has left actual practical advice for me to follow and not fuck this up. "Yoongi?" My ears perk up but I don't look up yet. My eyes are messed up from the exhaustion and I struggle to read. I see keywords: idiot (as expected), asshole, chance, upset. I see the word "love" even, that makes me wince. How can he believe he'd help me by sending me this word when she's standing right in front of me? She called yet she still has not talked further. I shut my phone instantly, worried to have been too lowly engaged to her, to have vexed her in any way, to have been an idiot, precisely what Namjoon threatened me into not being. I raise an interested eyebrow, inviting her to talk and she finally does so, fast and barely audible, "Can I spend the night?" She grimaces. I mean to frown but I realise my face is already squished in a scowl. Maybe her grimacing makes sense. "You mean here, at the dorms?" I ask, forcing my expression to quiet down by a tonne because my shock seems wrongly interpreted by her. That seems to help. She looks at me with her big demanding eyes, the ones I know. The ones that beg, unapologetically for my affection. She nods. "With me or- in the spare room...?" She nods again. "That doesn't answer my question, ___." "Yoongi." Here comes the little brat tone half-whining, half-menacing because she doesn't get her way straight away. How lovely to meet her again. I decide to spare her from any torture, for now, shutting the light off and guiding her, with my hands on her waist, through the dark and out my studio. "Why do you even ask? How many times have I invited you to stay?" I whisper in her ear, adoring the way I feel her tremble against me. "It's different now." She huffs, not the least hiding her annoyance. I can admit things are different now. Sort of feels like a whole different fucking life, if you ask me. I wouldn't have imagined that I needed the world to be taken upon such a devastating global catastrophe for my lover to accept spending one full night with me, for the first time. I don't even see the correlation, honestly. I don't even know why she didn't want to before. I forced myself not to dwell on this question too much. Simply accepting that she wouldn't and that's her right to not want to. But that was weird. "Is it?" My arm reaches before her, turn the handle right because she's left lost and awaiting in the dark. There's a gust of her smell coming to me. The sweet, comforting, familiar and magically charming, addicting scent. There's the click of the knob in the dark, and the door opens up on the hallway's bright lightening. No words are exchanged as I lead her, a hand gently pressed to the bottom of her back, so close to her ass the idea that I could just let it slide down can't leave my agitated mind. Most doors are closed shut, there's no much noise being heard in the whole apartment apart from the occasional high pitched giggles from the two drunk kids in the living room. She's too quiet to be entirely at ease with the situation. I don't even think she's ever come inside my and Seokjin's bedroom. Seokjin.

I wonder how aware she is of the fact that I'm sharing my room with someone else. If she does, she didn't seem to mind when she asked, with her battling lashes and irresistible pout, to spend the night with me. If we do end up making him spend the night elsewhere, he might curse at me or give me the cold shoulder for a minute or two tomorrow, but he'll live. "Is it? Different?" I ask again. We've reached the bedroom and I decide to lock the door for good. If Seokjin were to, perhaps, come to our room to head to bed, he'd be met with a locked door.

She doesn't answer, still. I'm pretty sure she allows herself that because of how lenient I am with her today. She knows I'm not going to force the words out of her. I sigh calmly, resolved, black eyes patient as they fix her. "Of course, it is. Isn't it to you?" "What is?" Hands raised to the sky, eyebrows high in bewilderment, her confusion, so big it's almost revolt, couldn't be more explicit. "I'm asking because I don't know, ___. You don't talk to me, how am I supposed to know?" "Sorry." She mumbles. Blushing from embarrassment, as she lowers her hands, looks down and sinks on herself. "It's ok." My hand leads hers to my lips, I kiss its back. "Why didn't you call?" "Yoongi, sometimes I just don't know how you feel. No, always- I mean, never, I never know how you feel-" I'm not sure how much she means to hurt my feelings. I'm pretty sure she knows, if the way she seeks for words, not to offense me, is any tell. But she sucks at preserving them. Her words sting like hell. "During- I just- I didn't want to force myself into you if that's not what you wanted, that's all." "And that's not what you wanted? Just hearing me, you didn't want that?" I have to ask. It's probably better talking about her feelings than mine, right now. "Course, I did..." She sulks. "Then why not try? At least for yourself, I don't get you." Maybe resentment of a tortured, sensitized heart is unleashing. I don't want to ever harm her but she's done it, a lot. I don't want to believe it but maybe we've parted too long for a cold, unpenetrable wall not to have taken place between us. At least, provisionally. It can't be that unpenetrable. "I'm sorry." She lowers her head, whispering. Looking all saddened. Guilty. Nervous. And of course, I'm too soft. "You used to force yourself into my life all the fucking time, sneaking in my studio like an affection craving puppy, you didn't care back then but now that I like you, you don't want it anymore." Her eyes blink, shift suddenly up. Wide and alarmed. They scrutinize me sitting on the bed, checking my own nails, pretending to be nonchalant about the bitty bomb I've just dropped. "Wouldn't peg you for the heartbreaker type but ok-" "Don't say stuff like that." "Like what? Stuff that I mean?" I roll my eyes because the moron watches me with an emotion in her gaze, anger, she's menacing me. "It's not funny." "It really isn't." I shake my head along. "I talked with a friend and he said the reason you didn't call is probably that I was messing with you too much, not saying anything you wanted to hear. That you got tired of waiting for me." "Namjoon?" I nod. I had to talk to Namjoon. Because I had to talk about her to someone. Taehyung was simply out of the question. He's her best friend. One of the closest of my own friends. He probably knows me too well, knows I'm not that well-off in my personal life, in my heart and mind to be with his non-biological sister. And Namjoon is kind and loves me a lot, even if we wouldn't talk about that. So much so that it makes him genuinely happy to see me excited about someone. "It's not really- that. I'm just a coward, Yoongi. I didn't know how to talk to you and ask you the things I wanted to and-” She's staring down, at her own fingers pkaying with each others. Cute. “Yeah, I don't know, I didn't know how you felt about me." "I thought I was obvious." She shrugs. She shrugs. It should anger me. I'd have the right to be mad. I was obvious. I've been obnoxious. Letting her mess with me and my stuff because she owns me and therefore, by definition, also everything I have. Letting her in. Filling up all the room, all according to her own whims. "Com'here," I demand, rather gently, spreading my legs and leaning back, hands holding me up. She obediently steps forward, takes her seat on my lap, right where I want her. That's perfect. Everything I needed to obliviate the fact that she hasn't confessed liking me back yet. "What is it you wanted to ask me?" She's hovering over me, slightly taller, should feel superior. But her pretty face is turned down, eyes avoiding mines from shame, staring at her hands toying with the strings of my sweatshirt. The bubble, so intimate, is small, very very small and it's hard to live in it. The air she's breathing is mine, the same way the air I'm breathing is hers, and she must be aware of the way all I'm seeing are the tiny, pretty details of her face. "Yoongi. You really like me?" "Course, I do." My cheeks burn from embarrassment. I kind of hate it but I live for the grin she struggles to hide. "Stupid." Totally free and unnecessary but not unjustified, I deem. "Then can you be my boyfriend? Or like would you- would you like to be?" With a hurried press of my lips to the corner of her mouth, I attempt to hide the grin growing on them. "Took you long enough." I fail miserably as I can't help but smile against her mouth, poorly kissing it. "It doesn't answer my question." She points out. I know it doesn't. I hate how happy and rather emotional I felt just having her ask me to be her boyfriend. Who would have thought I would mind this much? Honestly, I wouldn't have guessed it. I never thought it'd move me that much. But I suppose, I should have known by now, that, that's what she does: she moves me. It's a breathtaking kiss, stolen or given while I press her down on her back, body not hovering but laying on hers, every inch of hers pointedly connected to mine, that shuts the conversation down. It does not have to matter. Now that we've found each other back, we believe again we have all the time in the world. Maybe it's a mistake. The state of our world, these days, tend to suggest we don't, we never know how much time we'll have and what exactly it'll be made of. I didn't actually answer but maybe the answer is so fucking evident, she should trust my lips and my hands and my eyes each time they linger on a part of her they seem to have a liking for. And perhaps, she could just accept me and everything else along and assume rightfully that if I wasn't saying it all, it wasn't because I didn't feel it, didn't want to, didn't have anything to say but because I could not. "The gears in that head of yours are killing the mood," I mumble against her cheek, bothered by her loss of commitment, here again, to make me feel lonely when she's just right fucking here. "What is it?" I ask in a gentle whisper.

Here above her, close enough to still share breath but far enough to see her face, it's impossible to act like a dick. Her eyes are shiny, dripping emotions. I can see them clearly without knowing exactly how to read them. She's held back by so many things but as always a timid mouth won't let them slip. I've yet, after all this time, to decide if I love or hate that about her. She can be so open, in appearance, she's animated, she's enthusiastic, she's bright and welcoming. But at the same time, the corridor she lets you in hides a door at the end that she simply cannot allow to let you slide through. I've caught glimpses of this room when she left the door ajar a few times, mostly when I'm balls deep in and maybe a bit too soft when I whisper sweet words in the shell of her ear. She's mostly a mirror of myself, a better version though. When my eyes can look bored, uninterested and sometimes borderline mean, hers are always soft, always kind. It doesn't matter what or who they are set on. Even when she's upset, when I've said something she didn't like to hear, when she's been teased one too many times by Taehyung or her boss has been a fucking asshole all day long, she'll have her eyebrows cutely dropping down, mimicking anger and failing poorly because the eyes, right under it, are still as tender and bright and beautiful. Right now the door is ajar and from what I can see in her eyes, she looks like she's in love with me. It's pure torture because I know, and I can see that too, that even if it were to be the case she wouldn't say, she wouldn't say the words, not to me, not like that anyway, she couldn't. Perhaps I'm seeing things. Perhaps it's wishful thinking, or worse, my own reflection I catch in her eyes without recognising it. After a few seconds of her deliberately ignoring my question and me not getting impatient because I get to just watch her, I decide it doesn't really matter if she is or not in love with me if she keeps looking at me like that. The illusion so realistic, shocking my heart with delicious waves of electricity, I could live with that. "Yoongi?" And if she keeps saying my name like that, like a whine, like a shy little girl, I'll be spoiled forever. She says my name a lot today, I realise, as my spine is taken by an umpteenth wave of chill. Maybe she missed saying it. I surely missed hearing it. "Yeah?" I'm even more breathless than she is. Hovering above yet hanging from her mouth. I must look desperate to her. Even if this has the potential to tickle me the wrong way, I decide not to mind. It's pointless to fight back innate facts, isn't it? I am desperate for her, have been for fucking months, before even circumstances distanced us, I thought it could even end up killing me at some point. It was bad after a couple of weeks when I realised she'd still not called me. Not even a text or a word passed through Taehyung. Nothing at all and I had the sickening feeling growing in my stomach that it wouldn't change. After making sure she was ok, wherever she was, with whoever or maybe alone, she was fine and she was simply not reaching out for me, the torture really started. I just didn't get it. How could she, the most annoying little bug, stop doing what I thought her to like best, it is to say, bugging me? The last time we saw each other was fantastic. She had left slamming my door but with the pretty shade of infatuation on her cheeks, I had no doubt, even if things were not entirely cleared out yet -because I thought the cat and mouse game was entertaining to her as much as it was to me, and because at the time, we still felt like we had all the time in the world for this and for everything else- that we were good, better than good actually. I was confused, utterly lost. Too coward and too upset to reach out myself. If she wanted to talk to me, she would have done it, wouldn't she? She used to before. "Can you lie down? On your back, I mean." The request makes me raise an eyebrow. "You're always sorta on top of me, and I-" The sentence is never finished. She's embarrassed if the cute button of a mouth she wears along with the stealthy avoiding eyes are any teller. For some reasons, my heart beats faster in my chest in an uncomfortable thumping. Maybe I'm a grumpy old man. A grumpy control freak of an old man who's terrified by the least changement. Because Change to me, in all honesty, sounds horrifying -which sounds ridiculous given chances were bet on changes that ended up bringing the life that I now live, some rollercoaster, made of the worst up and downs sitting on top of the least trustworthy, stable ground. It's scary, feels ominous even when it's just my now-girlfriend sweetly starting to ask, and demand for things in my bed. Maybe I need to chill. Match better the chaos that's inside with the unbothered, emotionless exteriors. All I can think about is how lame her justification sounds given, "I can recall quite a good amount of times when you were on top.", and therefore, freak out about what's really behind her request. She frowns then glares, right in my eyes, at last, and sighs. She's being the snarky little girl who doesn't want to discuss and that's cute. That's adorable because I'm on top and I decide but she thinks she can control, demand from me. And she'd be right. She can ask anything from me. She always could. Rolling my eyes like I don't care, lazily rolling on my back like I'm not nervous as hell to just lay there for her, I watch carefully and savour the way she bites on her smiling lips, ecstatic as she is to have been granted an upperhand over me. She takes the seat she owns on my thighs, a mischievous glint decorating her gaze. "Do you remember our first time?" It does the trick. Her ephemeral sense of confidence flatters and she sinks down a little on herself -conveniently on my crotch-, flushing darkly. "I'm not senile, 'course I remember." Softly, the pads of my fingers press on her covered thighs. My eyes fixed on her lively face. She can't really bear it, they might burn her a little. She tries to flee, falling over, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. Her lips brush my skin, she sighs there, it's a wonderful, dip into her. "Remember the first time?" "I just said yes." She whispers the same way I do. I pinch very lightly the back of her thigh, not to hurt, just to warn her because she has a little edge to her tone. Of course, she'd be so impatient when I find myself able to be patient. "When we met for the first time." She leans back, curious eyes peeking at me. A lock of hair is brushing her cheek, I drag it behind her ear, kissing her lips with my thumb because I'm too lazy and laid too comfortably to try and raise up to her mouth. She frowns for a second before she shrugs. I can see she doesn't get where I'm going with that. If she can't even remember, she surely won't see. "You were in the kitchen with Tae, being loud as hell until I came in and you just stopped talking altogether." She rolls her eyes. "I thought you hated me." "I was just shy." She's a bit vexed that I'm bringing it up. I know that she hates that, when it's pointed out, that she gets shy and embarrassed and timid. I understand because I'm the same. The difference between us is that I hide pretty well my inner turmoil with a mask made of coldness, of confidence or disinterest. "You were, weren't you? Now, look at you..." Her eyes don't quit mine. She knows damn well what I mean. "Sitting on me like you're sitting on a throne." She actually giggles at that, tilts her head to the side, gaze going up to the skies as if she's considering the thought, a blatant giddy feeling of importance and timid pretension written all over. She knows it's right. I'm not sure to what extent she understands how much she owns me but she knows there's something big that's unsaid if she's allowed to just have me like that just from asking -only mildly politely. "Could have imagined that, princess?" She's too honest, shakes her head no. I smile lightly, amused because now that I've raised the question, I realise I couldn't have imagined that either. I didn't like her too much at the beginning. Or to be more precise, she gave me a bad first impression. I'm never good with new people but this girl, it just went wrong. I'd been chanted so many praises about her and when finally, I got to meet her because she was for once hanging out at the dorms when other people than Taehyung and Jimin were here, she shut off as soon as I walked in, for some reasons I didn't get at the time, decided to be unfair and that I was not deserving of her infamous sweetness. The stark contrast between her bright boisterous peals of laughter before I entered the room and heavy mean silence once I'd sat on one of the bar stools made me livid. I thought it'd be the end of it. I wouldn't get to know the person, the "amazing person", I've been told about because I wasn't meriting somehow. And after months of forced proximity, because she kept being invited over, involved with outings, something clicked within her and she became the annoying little brat I've known her to be and just had to grow fond of -because it was easier than to just stay reluctant to her advances and become mad each time she'd come to me. It didn't take too long, if I'm being totally honest, to go from deeply confused vexation to an out of character giddy fondness. I've never said it. Don't really plan on doing it. Even now that I'm feeling all mellow and sappy as fuck. She doesn't need to be told from my mouth anyway. I'm pretty sure Namjoon, if he hasn't had a word about this yet, will do later. And from her ever insistence, her never flattering determination even when I, from self-admission, had been harsh or mean in the way I could have told her off, I suspect she knows, she's always known. Her dizzying smile tastes the sweetest and her annoying voice is addicting, as if dipped in a thick layer of dopamine. And I'm too weak for pretty smiles matching pretty eyes, and for brats harassing me with their affection. Therefore when she starts peeling my shirt off of me and spreading her kisses everywhere she can reach, I don't say anything even though I half-hate it. I hate feeling exposed like that when she's fully clothed and on top of me. I don't really like in general being too naked especially for her knowing what she has for me compared to what I've got for her. And she's touching me, one of her hand pressing my wrist onto the mattress and I know what it means, she doesn't want me to protest or try and touch her. I don't because I want to be good for her, for once, not be an ass and impose everything because she seems to want peculiar things today and I can do that for her. But I adore the way she's humming against my skin, smiling uncontrollably against it and sprinkling the most tender kisses. For once, I'm letting her have her way, and won't thrash and push her over to get the upper hand I prefer to hold, bear with the flush burning my cheeks and speeding my heart. It is nice to have her being so willing to take her time with me, with loving me, as if she really wants me. She's also very much hot precisely where she presses her centre to my cock and my patience, if exceptionally efficient today, has limits. "You-" I'm cut off by a strong shudder born from her tongue swiping along my jaw and the little suckle on my ear that follows. "Undress." I groan once half of my composure found back. "No." The short but firm answer triggers me, without taking a second to think, my hand, the one she hasn't been holding hostage, raises and seizes the back of her thigh meanly. "What do you mean no?" "Yoongi, listen. I think I'm tired of you bossing me around." My eyes grow wide at that. She has the acutely tiny singing edge to her voice, the one that I know well for it rings louder every time she's embarrassed or doesn't feel the most confidence. But she's standing straight and tall on her throne, pressing steadily on my crotch as she slowly explains how this will go, her way. "Now that I come to think of it-" A hard grind stealing a huff from me. "You couldn't even- you couldn't even ask me out properly! I did it! I do everything all the time and you still get to choose? That's not fair." "If I remember correctly I always make sure you come first, don't I? So how unfair is that, princess?" She pouts. Stops moving altogether. I can picture her in a second raise her arms to her chest and cross them tight there, frowning and sulking. The little girl is upset. She's adorable. I suppose she hopes to intimidate me somehow or to make me swoon enough to give in. It does the opposite though. The more she pouts, the brattier she gets, the more she tickles my fancy. And I always want more. She's all the more fun when she's feisty too. "I have something in mind, Yoongi." I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Hers lower down, condescending, unwilling to give up her position. "I want to take care of you." She says, voice quieter from her prior disdainful approach. The Adam apple seems to double in size in my throat when I try to swallow this time, struggling so much so it's audible. I think I knew. I suspected something the moment she started to stare at me with those eyes. I just thought I could get away somehow, I managed to many times before. She's pretty easy to manipulate, a firm precise press of my fingers, a hot whisper to tease her core and she'd let it go. I'm pretty weak today though and here she is saying words that set me off, reach someplace dusty and far, so far away hidden within me that it feels uncomfortable. The trigger is uncomfortable. It's scary. I don't know what it'll be. I don't know how I'll handle it. I don't know if I ever want to try. Sincerely, the greatest and easiest pleasure I've ever had to indulge in has been hers. In her pleasure and her body. Her orgasms I tasted on my tongue, the ones that hug me tight, have always been the most spectacular. "You don't need to take care of me." I need to take care of you. I'm not sure where it comes from. I've come a long way in my own personal journey, I now know I deserve more than I used to believe I did. Yet I don't, I can't imagine her being the one taking care of me. It needs to be me. I need to spoil her. "You don't like that? When someone... focuses on you?" I think about a lie or a little distractive thing to say. I choose to be frank. If there's a day to be and a moment and a person with whom to be, it must be it. "Not really." "Maybe because you're not used to it. Wouldn't you like that? Because I want to. I thought about it a lot." That's the issue with her. She owns the power. Ultimately she does. Even if she doesn't feel like it, she does. Always. Today it shows in more ways than one. She's so eager, so excited, I don't know how to disappoint her. Reluctant but kindly enough, I ask. "What did you think about?" My mouth is dry as hell. I don't understand how I can be filled with so much anxiety, still. When I feel this old and this wise, and so pleased and spoiled yet, still, terrified. It should just be heaven. I don't get why sometimes the sweetest things have to be so scary to take a bite of. She smiles to herself, satisfied to find me willing to hear her. It's a shadow of promise. I will judge later on if she'll get what she wants or not. For now, I'm just hearing her out. She's sweet and she deserves to express herself. In no time, she meets me centimetres away. She's leaned over, forearms pressing a bit on my chest to keep herself from crashing completely onto me. She's beaming through her eyes, mostly, shining intensely in the dim light as she observes my face from up close. There's the scent of her shampoo, the vanilla coconut mix that I used to be obsessed with, smelling around me even when she wasn't there. It's awfully comforting to have that too sweet smell again, for real this time, teasing my senses and waking up a lovely nostalgia. With the tips of her hair brushing slightly the bare skin of my neck, how am I supposed to refuse anything she asks me. "I realised that we've never- I've never got to- taste you." The last words are not even pronounced out loud. There's the t I read on her teeth biting slightly her pink tongue, the rest of the syllabus she just gives up on and it's for me to read on her lips. Given how obsessed I am with them, the task is not that demanding, her request couldn't be clearer to me. I should be ecstatic, shouldn't I? I'm not. I'm nervous as hell. I don't know what's wrong with me. "That's what you thought about a lot? My dick in your mouth?" She flushes bright pink but doesn't waver. She decided she's a big girl and gets to fantasise about what she wants and she won't be shamed for it, not now that's she's grown the courage to ask aloud. I chuckle humourlessly. "Princess." I can almost see her ears point out at the pet name. She seems to like it. I think I'm keeping it. "You're too pretty to have a dick in your mouth." Her face twists in the loudest mask of indignation and revolt. Straightening her back again to stand tall over me, she looks down on me under her severe set of frown eyebrows. "What does that even-" Her hand falls flat on my chest, meeting the skin hard enough for a sharp slapping sound to resonate in the quiet room. "Yoongi! It doesn't make anyone any less pretty to- what are you even saying? How can you- Why are you diverting? You're always diverting-" She raises her hands to the sky in pure bewilderment. Her face is still contorted in anguish though, I can tell she's not done arguing about this. "I'm telling you I want you in my mouth and you- what do you say to me?" I can't really hold back the cackling laughter erupting straight from my bosom. She's startled by it, upset still but unsure of how serious I am and for some reason, when she stares at me laughing, the tiny shadow of a smile colours the corner of her mouth. The tempting beautiful thing suddenly appears only a few centimetres from my face. She looks down on me with all the seriousness she can gather, eyes squinted tight. "Are you serious, Yoongi? Do you really not like that?" How honest should I be? The ever same existential question. How honest can I be? "Because you- like everything else and I thought you liked going down on me but- do you not like receiving?" Because my own personal question is loud, louder than the soft whisper of her voice, and so much more pressing because finding the answer seems to be more essential, it'd answer her questions and a lot more, the ones she may have but never dare ask. I hope to find the answer or at least a hint of it in her eyes. I don't know any other more evident places where to look for it. My quiet gaze shuts her off a little, I see how she doesn't physically back away but there is something in her eyes wavering and suddenly she looks kind of sad. She might just be disappointed but the effect is immediate, I feel my heart cracks. "I just," I raise for a second just to find some courage on her mouth. "I'm better at giving, it's all. I feel weird just sitting here and taking, it's just weird." It's just hard. "But it's the very principle of Lo-" She cuts herself off before she finishes but too late for me not to make out the last syllable. "Of what?" I ask, a growing crooked grin teasing. I allow myself that because I know that I can't get her there. She might even be more scared than I am. That's funny how I find ease in teasing her in those places yet I know that if we really do get there and start being serious about it, or if she'd dare tease me back, I'd lose my shit. I can hardly handle her calling my name in a whine as if she needs me so much she can't handle me not being a constant part of her. "Do you really not like that? Like not want it?" She asks, eyes boring in mine, looking all serious and grave. I can't disappoint her when she looks at me like that. I don't want to. "I don't want to do anything you wouldn't want or like but-" Gently, the pad of my thumb caresses her soft cheek. I'm not sure what I've done to deserve her. I'm pretty sure there's been a mistake somewhere, an error in the matrix. While I'm not bad, I'm quite good as a person, I'm persuaded that pretty girls with hearts that gentle can't be for me. I can't even tell her how beautiful she is. "Actually no buts. Just, do you want it or not?" How could I say no? When she asks so nicely, so many times to and of course, she looks the way she does. I might be a huge hypocrite. Turning this into her using her charms to get what she wants rather than me accepting to be selfish because it's easier that way. Nonetheless, it's almost reluctantly, with a fat lump in my throat that I let out a tiny, "'Kay." She leans over, eyebrows high. "Was it a yes?" I hum, rolling my eyes a bit. I'm feeling embarrassed, too embarrassed, and she's bouncing on my cock like it's the most exciting news she's heard all year -which might actually be given the circumstances.

It's nice but confusing.

Does she like me that much or is she just really into giving heads? Suddenly I have flashbacks of all those times she got on her knees to fetch something from a low hanging shelf, or under the coffee table. I just thought, innocently, that she had no sense of adulthood and she didn't realise, that once adults are grown they don't get on their knees like children, looking up to you talking like it's not weird at all. Like it's not suggestive at all. Like if I were just to ask nicely she'd probably say yes and I'd be the opening of a pants' fly away from sitting comfortably on her tongue. I can't lie and say that I've never thought about it. Evidently. I have. Probably each and every time she's done that little supposedly innocent thing, and then, a few other times in between. She's giddy when she leans even further, sliding off to the side of my lips when she tries to smooch them. She's even giddier when she crawls down my body, hoping to the side so that she can start unfastening my belt and jeans. She's giddy but quiet when she starts pulling my pants off of me. She's feeling timid, I can read it on her cheeks, but she can't possibly be as much as I am. I don't think I've ever had her undress me like that, in the open, when the light is too bright for comfort and her eyes so focused on me. Now that I come to think of it, I can count on one hand the number of times I've been naked with her. And it's never been like that. With her not fucked out enough to not pay so much attention. With her eyes roaming over me, and every now and then glimpses to my face, gaze smiling and tender. The gaze doesn't leave me as her tiny hand tentatively reaches for my covered shaft. It still remains there, attached, for the longest time, while her fingers pressingly roam over it. I twitch under the touch, heart pounding harder, full of anticipation and anxiety. "Don't drag this shit forever." Maybe I could be nicer. Maybe I could show more patience -if I hadn't been so challenged all evening, I'd probably have some left but clearly, I don't. Maybe I could be less of an ass, I could precisely be the sweet, lovely boyfriend she deserves when she's moments and centimetres away from swallowing me down her throat. Probably I should make more efforts. Or learn how and when to make them. I'm probably not the most practical right now. Being rough when I should be sweet and sweet when she needs me to push her a bit. "But I wanna take my time." She says that with a smile on her pink lips, not vexed at all. And here she proves once again that maybe I don't know shit about her and women in general. Because when I feel like she should get offended or at least aggravated, she just takes me in and finds something that she likes in my insufferable self. I simply bite on my lip, pensive. Doesn't say much to her but she sees it and translates it a way that fits me well. A lazy blink later, I have the ghost of a new kiss on the corner of my mouth and then her lips tightly wrapped around my tip, concealing the fresh breeze of air that her undressing me completely brought. It's undefinable, the sensation of her hot wetness wrapped around me. She doesn't waste a second, visibly having changed her mind about taking her time, trying to have me as far as she can. Bobbing her head and sucking me in with so much enthusiasm, I have red flushing my cheeks when I hear the sounds that she makes, wondering if I seem as desperate, as voluntary, as messy when I do eat her cunt - and the rash comes directly from the blatant, easy answer: a big fat yes. Of course, it would feel that good. When her pussy feels like some Heaven, naturally her mouth would have me like that. In no time, my cock is rock hard and balls tight and ready to blow. It's been months since I've felt this good and even then, I didn't have that treatment. Having someone and her, at that, giving so much of herself, I see the way she tries to catch back some air, frowning because I'm pretty sure her jaw is hurting a bit, jerking me off fast to compensate the lack of warmth and her pretty, pretty eyes, smiling at me, doing the most. My thighs are tensing, my right leg keeps jerking upward uncontrollably, fists holding tight onto the sheets, overwhelmed. I'm not sure what I've done to deserve this. And maybe I'm going to doubt the universe placing this stupid princess on my way even more now that I've had her been so good to me, by just being herself, especially given that she's turned out to be an expert and a passionate at sucking my cock. "Fuck" Here goes my tip hitting the back of her throat again. And her hands, soft and encouraging, playing with my balls, pad of her thumb pressing sometimes between my perineum. "S-stop, I need to-" "You'll fuck me later, come in my mouth." She demands, breathlessly, diving back in before I even get to protest. "You can't say shit like that." I whiningly stutter, she's brought fucking tears to my eyes. I see blurry as I stare at the ceiling, vainly trying to hold back my climax. It makes her chuckle a bit, hum something I can't possibly understand with her mouth full and bells ringing in my ears, all I capture is the vibration it sends to my whole shaft, tickling along my spine, making me bent it embarrassingly. "Really wan'you to come-" She mumbles, lips making out with my tip in the process. "Then swallow me down." It comes out before I plan on it, before I mean to say it, through gritted teeth. She slides down my length, taking me in, like my every word is her command. The unexpected rush of pleasure, like an electric shock, seizes my hand which jumps to her head and decides to stay there, fingers fighting against the very weak remain of my brain cells to grab and clench and tear the head of hair they laid on. It's when I meet the back one more time and she decides to swallow down just then that I reach it, spilling down her throat, growling aloud without meaning too, spurring few words I probably wouldn't say to her if my mind wasn't so cloudy. I'm somewhere else. Body empty of any tension and I realize that a blowjob is exactly all I needed all those months. I haven't felt this relaxed and satiated and satisfied in so long, I feel dizzy and a bit lost. Even my own bed feels foreign, maybe it's just because she's on it. Smiling down on me with her small fingers painting shape on my skin and her pretty smile kissing my chest. She kisses her way up, leaving a path of warm sprouts, takes her time right on my drumming heart, smooches my cheeks with a tiny giggle that blooms probably from the red dots I assume are on them. She looks down on me, eyes sparkly and lips stuck in an upward curve. I see her hesitating. She's unsure of something I don't get because she just blew my mind off. My fingers knead gently the flesh of her thighs, inviting her to speak if there's something she needs to say. Her soft finger presses on my lips and she raises an eyebrow. "I don't know if I can kiss you..." "Why?" I ask, probably a bit too abruptly because I'm stupid right now and I don't understand under what circumstances she couldn't press her mouth to mine. She rolls her eyes evidently, scoffs and finally points at my crotch then her mouth, flushed all over her cheeks, when she sees me still struggling to understand. "Course you can. You always can." She shrugs, eyes fleeing away. I kiss her hard on the mouth, the hand buried in her hair pressing her further onto me. I consider vaguely how gross she might believe me to be when really, I'm just a bit too whipped for her and cum, no matter if it's mine or hers and shockingly enough I realise anyone else's too, I don't fucking care, any of her kisses are kisses that I want to consume. I roll her over on the bed and kiss her harder, licking and sucking her tongue until she's just wide eyes glinting up to me. "You can always kiss me." She nods, swollen lips tilting up. She doesn't find me too gross, it seems. Good. "And thanks." One kiss. "Was really nice." She tries to bite back her grin but fails, tittering even as I pinch lightly the side of her waist. "Was it nice for you?" I kiss the side of her jaw, smiling against her as I continue, purring close to her ear, "Just like you imagined?" I can feel her frustration before she even expresses it by raising a fist ready to punch me. It makes me chuckle. That's what she deserves for putting me in this situation anyway. I can't be the only one embarrassed, especially when I made an effort to content her -even if to content her was to content me but it doesn't matter. When my hand slides so naturally down her stomach, fingers strumming teasingly along the hem of her pants, the nagging and the arguing should be postponed for now. "You're an-" I slide easily under her clothes, palm cupping perfectly her cunt, it cuts her off. She gasps, eyes growing wide as they stare off at the ceiling, biting on her lip. "I'm what?" "Nothing." She grunts between tight jaws, both mad and horny and that's just too funny. I'm enjoying this immensely, torturing her kindly, while my fingers dip in her soaked heat, with her lips centimetres away so that I can kiss them as much as I want. She responds to all of my kisses. Tense her neck every time I part away for a second to take a look at what I'm doing, at her overall form, her laying in my bed with her twitching legs parting to give me more access. "I'm nothing? That's mean." "Yoongi, not now." I catch the curse she doesn't spit in my face before she gets to swallow it back down. The prospect that things should be cleared out now and that this will happen again, and again, and again until the day she decides she's tired of me drives me wild with excitement. It means I'll get to push her buttons and piss her off enough she'll curse at me the way she rarely ever does Taehyung when he's reaching her very limits of patience. Maybe I'm a bit gross, at least a bit freaky, if the idea of her mad beyond herself, calling me names yet simultaneously letting me play with her body like that turns me on so much. "When if not now, princess?" She pulsates around my fingers at that. It has to be the name. How lovely. How adorable. So adorable I can't help but grin giddily, effectively hiding my face in the crook of her neck so she doesn't catch me when I do. "You're so close already." "Shut up." "All worked up just from having my cock in your mouth." She groans, closes her eyes tight as if she's trying to focus all her attention on my fingers fucking her. "So easy to please, I'm a lucky bastard, am I not?" I keep mumbling next to her ear because I don't care what she pretends, I know she loves hearing me and I can bet with great confidence on what she loves to hear me say. "Having a girlfriend like you-" "Oh my Go- Yoongi-" "Come for your man." So easy to please. I know I'm not reaching the spot she likes best because her fucking pants are in the way. I've learned that the stretching is something she enjoys thoroughly and from how tense and on edge she got herself, my three fingers are doing wonders, dragging the ring along with every thrust. But I'm sure, I know, what's triggering her. She's too much like me. Probably worse than me. So desperate to feel the love, and here she is, coming around my fingers but mainly around my words when I'm just calling her mine. It takes her ages to come back to her senses, to stop desperately drinking my love straight from my mouth, and for her sweet cunt to stop kissing the tip of my fingers and let me slip them out. She's fucked out when she's back. Hair I barely touched all over the fucking place, eyelids heavy, mouth red and swollen, eyebrows low and eyes wet the way they get when the pleasure is so good she becomes a bit too soft and sensible and sometimes a tear or two escape. I get to clean her up a bit, rearranged her clothes and then realise that she's actually spending the night with me so I might as well get her pants off, throw my own pants away and put some shorts on, turn off the lights, and catch her in the most comfortable spooning session I've personally ever had before I feel her alert and with me entirely. "You okay?" She nods her head, blinking a few times more than necessary when she watches me raise my fingers to my mouth and mechanically lick them clean. In a whisper, after too long of laying quietly in the dark -apart from the angry stomping going on in the hallway along with mumbled curses that can only come from Seokjin and that we both decide to ignore- she timidly asks, "So we're dating, Min Yoongi?" "We've always been dating, dumbass." Which is not exactly true, not exactly false. To me, anyway, if she'd ever come to decide that the whole thing was just a fling then, it would have been just that. But I'm pretty sure she's always liked me as much as I have and even if I never expressed it clearly, I don't just fuck around like that. Especially with girls as sweet as her. And I don't really get that words define what we are anyway. Nothing changes now that I've said that. Maybe she's happier with the situation and that's all I want therefore I can give them to her, but honestly, yeah, to me we've always been each other's. "You're an asshole." "I'm your asshole." I don't know if she can hear my grin but the exasperated sigh suggests she does. "That's- gross." She still kisses my cheek and then my chest, huddling to my side, humming to herself when my arms wrapped around her squeeze a little harder. She's warm and soft and all mine, and when the realisation hits, that just a few hours ago she was infinitely far away from me, and now she's here in my arms, in my bed, (kind of) officially just mine to please and enjoy, my heart swells. That's all I've needed.

A/N: Guess what, it’s one of my new year resolutions to STOP taking a break from writing and this blog. *clown*

I hope it wasn’t too bad, too stiff. I meant to give this couple a nice ending because I got attached to them as quite a lot of you have. Hopefully, you’re not disappointed and sorry if it was so angsty but I guess, my heart felt a bit heavy writing it. SOZ

I'm already working on another story I’m really excited about and inspired for. I’ll try to have it release very soon.

If you’ve come this far, THANK YOU immensely. I LOVE you.

I hope all of you and your loved ones are doing fine. My best wishes for this new year. Let’s meet here more often.

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Min Yoongi- Humiliation Looks Good On You

Hey there! SO ANON ASKS

Hi I want to make a request with the prompts 10, 109, 110 with Yoongi please. I have a story in mind. Yoongi is a pretentious nerd, the best in college but also has some kind of hate relationship with y/n he really makes sure to make her feel humiliated cuz he gets turned on by doing it. but then he tries to make a move on her. Thank you.

So y’all just wanna be bullied by Yoongi, now? Ight bet! Damn Masochists! I like it tho-I’m assuming you want a happy ending to this, so that’s what I’ll be doing.

10- I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with.

109- Are you crying because of me? Hm…I didn’t realize I have that effect on you.

110- That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.

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Also hi yes, I used the name is kpop stars for your friends names,

Also humiliation, daddy stuff...IF ANYONE TREATS YOUY LIKE THIS YOU BETTER BREAK THEIR FUCKING FACE I SWEAR TO-

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“Hey guys!” You greeted your friends as your rushed into the classroom.

“Hey babe!” Momo waved you over. “We saved you a seat! Irene was just telling us about her date last night!”

“Thanks.” You acknowledged Lisa and Hyuna who were also sitting. “What’s up?”

“Hyuna decided to be a mom and ruin my date!” Irene scoffed. “She scared him off!”

“You’ll thank me.” Hyuna waved her off, not bothered in the slightest.

“Sure.” Irene shook her head. Everyone laughed while you mustered up a sideways smile. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Oh..Y-yeah!” you shrugged. “I’m alright.”

“Bullshit.” Lisa scoffed. “I saw her hiding from Min and his cronies.”

“Min Yoongi?” Momo asked. “He’s still bothering you?”

“No! You guys it isn’t like that!”

Oh yes it was. The college golden boy who was both an academic genius and promising young performer. He thought because he was intelligent that everyone was beneath him. His plan A and plan B would more than likely workout.

“Y/N, do you need us to-”

“No!” You cut Hyuna off. “Don’t get involved or you’ll make it worse. Can’t we talk about the party tonight?”

“Ah, the biggest turn-up of the year!” Irene danced in her seat. “I have the entire house for the weekend.”

You, Hyuna, Lisa, Irene, and Momo were someone of the popular (but also super kind) girls. Every Semester you all hosted a party. You guys were notorious for throwing the best parties and this semester was no different.

“This is gonna go down in history!” Lisa smirked at the thought. “But if that tool starts something-”

Lisa didn’t like Yoongi....Lisa despised him with a passion. Mostly because he bullied you so much.

“Namjoon said that he’d behave.” Hyuna sighed. “Don’t know how much that means to you babe.” she put a hand on your shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.” Momo sighed, staring at the door.

Everyone knew than Yoongi tormented you. There was an endless array of mixed reactions.

“Hey Y/N.”

Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer.

“Yo, leave her alone.” Hyuna warned.

“You gonna let your friends fight your battles?”

That alone made you whip your head around. “I don’t let anyone fight my battles!” you snapped, drawing the attention.

Before anything could go down, the teacher came inside.

“Hello class! Can anyone tell me what we were focused on last class?”

“We were getting into cliches and niches in romance novels.” You answered aloud. “We were talking about the Bully to Lover Archetype.”

“Very good Y/N.” the teacher praised you. “Now can someone tell me why we- and I would like to hear from the women on this...Why do you as women hate such a stigma.”

Your hand instantly shot in the air. “Yes Y/N?”

“Because it promotes the stigma that if a boy or man bullies you, it’s because he likes you. Which is extremely toxic to those with love self esteem because it makes them feel like they have to be ridiculed to be loved.” you said. “In my opinion any man who feels the need to degrade a woman is festering garbage.”

“Hm, interesting! Yes Mr.Min did you have something you wanted to add?”

“Yes, what my dear acquaintance Y/N fails to realize is most women actually like being teased-”

“Teased, not tormented you imbecile.” you snapped your head in Yoongi’s direction.

“Unless she’s a masochist.” he winked at you knowingly. ‘We don’t know why the male characters bully the females.”

“Because they have nothing better to do!” you replied as calmly as you could.

“...Well, women love the bad boys.”

“Women. Love. Respect.” you seethed.

“OOh a spicy debate!” the teacher noticed the tension. “In a way, you two are very similar to the characters we will be discussing!”

“Huh?” you turned back towards the teacher.

“Yes! The male bullied the female out of jealousy and spite and the female who is very outspoken, doesn’t allow herself to be insulted.”

“Out of spite, maybe. Jealousy, never.” Yoongi laughed.

What a smug bastard.

...(Later in another class)

“Good going Y/N” Yoongi walked up to your table where you were sitting with your friends. “Now the teacher thinks we have something going on.”

“None of that is my problem...mkay?” you raised an eyebrow. “Any other stupid comments and or questions you have for me?”

“Sure.” Yoongi scoffed. “Is it true that you had to work at one of those sleazy bars to pay off your student debts?”

“So what if she did?” Lisa seethed.

“Hm, maybe if she was smarter she could have gotten a scholarship. Unless the superintendent is one of her sugar daddies.” He laughed. “It’s amazing what some people will do for money So is it cash or connection?.”

That comment made everyone fall silent.

“You don’t know me Yoongi.”

“Oh but I do. That’s why you’re my pet...Do you want me to keep you as a pet, Y/N?”

“No.” your voice wavered.

“Are you crying because of me? Hm…I didn’t realize I have that effect on you. “

Yes, you had to work in a shitty bar as a waitress on some days and a bartender on other days. It wasn’t because you liked the attention. It was because those dirt-bags tipped you just for winking in their direction and you needed to pay off your debts.

But to insinuate that you had a sugar daddy....not that you judged anyone who did...the way he meant it...most likely meant something completely different.

“THAT’S IT!” Hyuna lunged from her seat and attempted to jump at Yoongi, age be damned. “IRENE LET ME FUCKING AT HIM.”

You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face. In the midst of every boy in the classroom attempting to calm Hyuna down, you rose to your feet and exited the classroom. As soon as you were far enough, you bolted down the halls.

You kicked open the doors to the school and ran home. You would face the consequences later.

...(Meanwhile, back at school)

“Hey! I was just joking!” Yoongi burst out laughing.

“Not to us, it isn’t!” Momo barked, her bubbly and cheerful spirit was gone. “Y/N is struggling to make ends meet as it is and she doesn’t need you COMMENTING ON IT!”

“Not to mention, she’s one of the smartest girls in school!” Lisa sneered. “I bet she’d score circles around you if you actually looked at her test scores.”

“Its bad enough she won’t let us help her out, but now she sure as hell won’t let us help her now, no thanks to you!” Irene sighed.

“Oh Come on! You guys act like Y/N is some Miss Perfect!” Yoongi crossed his arms. “Is she really all that great?”

“If she wasn’t, why would you waste your time trying to bully her?” Hyuna finally calmed down. “You’re lucky that you’re friends with my boyfriend or else I swear you wouldn’t set foot at any of our parties.”

“Maybe the teacher was right. You’re just so jealous that Y/N wouldn’t give you the time of day that you turned to making fun of her to stroke your disgusting guy ego.” Momo crossed your arms. “I’m gonna go after her, she probably went home.”

“I’ll come with.” Lisa rose to her feet.

“I’ll get you guys the homework.” Irene nodded the two friends off. “And make sure Hyuna doesn’t kill someone.”

Momo and Lisa ran out of the school while Yoongi was standing there dumbstruck. For the first time, he was speechless.

...

“You guys, I really don’t wanna be here.” you sighed as the loud music deafened you and everyone within a five foot radius. “I don’t really wanna party...”

“You’re one of the hosts!” Irene sighed. “Enjoy your night! Come on! I heard Seokjin was just waiting to dance with you!”

Seokjin, the beautiful teaching assistant that any girl would kill to get their hands on. University life...Speaking of which, he must of sensed you were thinking of him because he sauntered over looking handsome as ever. He stared at you, a warm and friendly smile gracing his angelic face.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled. “You look great.”

“Oh...Thank you Jin!” you smiled.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Irene nudged you before sauntering off, belting the song at the top of her lungs. “WHOSE READY TO PARTY!”

You were left with Jin who was smiling knowingly at you. “Hey...I heard about today.”

“I don’t have a sugar daddy and I am NOT a sleaze!” you cut him off sharply. “If that’s what you’re here for, then-”

“Hey Y/N!” he put his hands up in defense. “I was just gonna say what he said about you wasn’t cool at all. Everyone is giving him hell for it.”

“Oh...thanks I guess. Sorry.” you looked down sheepishly.

“Hey...You wanna dance?” Jin motioned over to the dancefloor. He noticed your hesitance. “Come on...it’ll be fun. If anyone gives you trouble, just focus on me.”

You nodded, allowing a smile to cross your face again. You grabbed his hand and ran over to the dancefloor.

From a distance, Yoongi was watching. He was drinking a beer. He glared potholes at Seokjin who had his arms protectively wrapped around your waist. You looked genuinely happy. It made him mad. Since when and why were you and him so chummy?

He decided to do something about it, so he put his drink down and marched over.

“Yo! Jin! Hyuna said she needed your help with something school related.” he made up some lame excuse. Knowing Jin, he’d probably believed it anyways.

“Oh...Okay. Be right back Y\N!” he smiled at you which you returned. Your smiled was quickly replaced with a frown when Yoongi and you were left alone. He perked up an eyebrow and held out his hand.

You would have slapped it away, but Promiscuous By Nelly Furtado suddenly began playing.

“Come on....” he winked. You begrudgingly took his only only to be yanked towards him. Unlike Seokjin, when he wrapped his arms around you it feel uneasy.

“ I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with. “ he whispered in your ear. His body felt hard and cold, yet you moved so effortlessly with him.

“I’m nobody’s pet.” you snapped.

“You’re mine.” he leaned forward and whispered in your ear. “Otherwise you would have killed me by now.”

“Still debating.” you laughed dryly. “You’ll always be a pain in my ass...”

You broke away from his embrace to dance on your own. Working at a bar, the other girls taught you how to dance. The only positive to come out of working at a shithole like that, plus the tips you got just for smiling at someone. Yoongi took note of this. What happened to the timid little victim he loved to poke fun at.

You almost looked like you could hold your own.

“GO Y/N!” Momo yelled while dancing with her own date.

As you turned back around, getting closer to Yoongi again, your eyes met. Things fell silent between you two as you took a step back. You had to get out of there before you did something you would regret.

You wound up running into a random room in the mansion, struggling for air. Absolutely not! No way! You were not falling for Yoongi.

“Jin is so kind and sweet and Yoongi is the reason I don’t wanna go to school. Hell no.” you seethed.

“Is that how you feel?”

Yoongi stood at the door, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yes! I hate you!” you could feel everything welling up inside you as you met his gaze again. “I hate you so much that I wish you would-”

“Wish I would what? Drop dead? Drop out of school, leave you alone?” he cut you off with a harsh tone. “Tell me how you really feel!”

“Make your move or shut the fuck up!” you gave your answer.

You knew good and well Yoongi had a reason for doing this, you just figured you would give it your best guess. This caused Yoongi to raise an eyebrow. You almost regretted opening your mouth when Yoongi stormed over and grabbed you by the waist. He crashed his mouth over yours, claiming you in a kiss.

You felt him tangle your hair in his fist, keeping you in place. You tangled your hands in his hair.

Imagine, the schools bully and the girl he’s tormented since he met her, in such a compromising position.

You were two focused on Yoongi pinning you to the bed to worry about it though.

“You are such a-”

“ Ah ah ah~...That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.”

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chapter eight.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 6.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy [more than usual], poly relationship, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, switch!hobi, sub!yoongi, sub!jk, sub!tae, sub!jimin, jk is a whole cutie, everybody gets their bob ross on, PUNS, pick up lines, smut [thigh kink, noona kink, marking, oral (f receiving), dom/sub themes, daddy kink, mentions of spanking, lots of lap sitting]

Chapter Eight

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 8:38am

I wake to the sound of thunder and groan as my eyes strain to focus on the rain pouring down outside my window. Hastily, I grab for my phone and scroll through my notifications. Yup, my friend Brianna - the president of the Alphites - had emailed to say that Habitat is cancelled for the morning.

What did this mean for my date? Swiping over to the group chat, I quickly type a message to the boys.

Queen (y/n), Worldwide Handsome, and 6 Peasants

8:40am, (y/n): “Yo, dweebs. No volunteering today because of the rain. Looks like our date is cancelled, too…”

I laugh evilly as my phone consequentially blows up with a series of question marks and exclamations. Just as I’m about to put a stop to the madness I’d caused, my phone screen darkens with the telltale chimes of an incoming FaceTime.

Not even bothering to shift out of bed, I swipe to answer. “Hi, Hobi,” I grin at my sunshine who looks a little pouty this morning. The metaphorical rain cloud over his head lessens marginally at my smile.

The puffy, bare-faced boy sighs and runs a hand through his wild hair. Obviously, Hoseok had just woken up, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to wake up next to him.

“(Y/n)? Did you hear me?” Hobi chuckles, bringing my attention back to my phone. “You weren’t serious, right? Our date is still on? We have the whole thing planned! The rain doesn’t even affect it! And—”

“Is that (y/n)?” A cry of uproar sounds from the background on Hobi’s end of the line. A thundering of footsteps commences; and, suddenly, I am faced with seven slivers of faces all crowded together.

“(Y/n)!” Jungkook rips the phone from Hoseok’s grasp and takes off out of the room. The background blurs as he runs. Faintly, I can make out blurry figures giving chase behind him. “(Y/n)! Please still come over. We have everything set up! Saturdays are always full of noona, and I don’t want to break the tradition.”

Letting out a laugh at the fluffy haired boy, I smirk, “First of all, let me just say that I’m glad you don’t subscribe to the whole ‘SaTuRdAyS aRe FoR tHe BoYs’ toxicity. And second of all, you do realize you just gave away the date plans, right?”

“Jungkook!” The shout from what could only be an enraged Seokjin echoes across the connection.

I watch in amusement as the background once again blurs. As the feed refocuses, Jimin’s beaming face greets me, and I roll my eyes at the realization that Jungkook must have tossed him the phone. Probably playing a game of ‘Monkey in the Middle’ with their eldest brother, I assume.

Deciding enough is enough, I retake control of the situation with the tried and true method of the shock factor™. “Hey, I’m naked.”

Silence falls.

Then comes the seven pairs of eyes crowding the screen that I had hoped for.

Disappointed huffs resound from the collective as I cackle, trying my best to ignore their indignant cries.

“Noona’s not even naked!”

“Why, there’s not even a boob to be seen!”

“She’s got us lookin’ like boo-boo the fool, boys…SMH!”

“Jin, did you just say ‘SMH’?” The boy opens his mouth to respond, but I decide there’s no time to discuss acronyms right now. Shaking my own head swiftly, I clear my throat, “No, never mind. Now that I have your attention, I need someone to tell me what the plan is. Am I getting out of bed today? Are we still doing the thing?”

“You can get out of your bed and into mine,” Taehyung’s words barely escape his mouth before he is pushed out of frame by at least four of the others.

“Tae, are you trying to get your name added to my punishment list?” I smirk as two boys in particular gulp, “Jimin and Jin already have the distinct honor. Isn’t that right, boys?”

“You can add my name, noona!” Jungkook gasps out, lunging once again for control of the phone. He is shoved out of the way by Namjoon.

“Oh, my little Kookie,” I laugh, “That would practically be a reward for you.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your own punishment, (y/n),” Namjoon stares me down from the other end of the phone.

“I mean, you can try it,” I shrug, “But I’ll probably either like it or turn it around on you at some point. Just saying…”

“Sounds good to me,” Joon grins, his dimples popping out, “Now get your sweet ass over here so I can spank it.”

“Right now?” I double check the time, “It’s still not even nine fucking AM. What is this going to be? Some sort of all day extravaganza? Y’all better be feeding me.”

“Yah, do you know who I am?” Jin butts in from his small corner of the screen, ”You are in the presence of Worldwide Handsome Chef Extraordinaire Kim Seokjin! Of course you’re going to be well fed - both with my visuals and with food!”

“I have no words,” I say.

Jin forges on, “Speechless, eh? I’m used to it.”

“Could the two of you stop your gross flirting for one second so that we can actually convince (y/n) to come over?”

Yoongi’s scowl appears on screen as he takes control of the phone. Jin can be heard squawking indignantly in the background.

“Gross?” I raise an eyebrow, “That’s not what you were saying when you were teaching me piano.”

“Is that a euphemism?” Taehyung yelps.

“I think so,” Jimin answers darkly.

“Wait, what’s a ‘you feminism’ again?” Jungkook mumbles from somewhere in the room.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon moans, sounding completely done, “(y/n), I am begging you to hang up and call my phone so that I can actually let you in on the plan.”

“Bet,” I say, “I’ll call you in an hour. I’m going back to sleep.”

I hang up, abruptly cutting off their whiny protests. Boys can always wait. Extra sleep, however, must seized at every opportunity.

Sinking back into the bliss of my comfy bed, I smile as I flip my phone over and promptly fall back asleep.

(Y/n) & Luna’s Apartment – 11:57am

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!”

“(Y/n), for the love of Jared Padalecki, get your ass up!”

Groaning, I wave Luna off with a limp arm, still half asleep. “Go away,” my garbled words prove to be futile as she pulls the covers right off of me.

“Your entourage is here,” Luna hisses, grabbing my ankle and attempting to tug me off the bed.

“My what?” I kick at her hold, “Stop going all horror movie on me!”

“You haven’t seen horror! Horror is waking up to the furious sound of fists pounding at the front door and thinking your dark past of downloading music off of sketchy websites has finally caught up with you! Horror is pulling open the door in just your Harry Potter onesie only to be faced with seven hot and all-too-put-together dudes!”

My brain slowly wraps its away around the meaning of her words. “Oh, fuck.” I launch out of bed, flailing around for my phone.

111 Messages

34 Missed Calls

14 Voicemails

“Good god,” I toss my phone back on my bed and stalk past Luna into the living room where my ‘entourage’ is gathered.

“Okay, what the fuck,” I cross my arms over my chest as I stare down at the seven boys spread out across our second-hand sectional.

“Noona, you’re here!” Jungkook springs up from his seat and tackles me in a hug.

“Where else would I be? I fucking live here,” I mumble into his chest, annoyance slipping away with each breath.

“I told you she just overslept,” Yoongi mutters from the couch, sounding very much like he was dragged here against his will.

“Finally,” I say, pulling away from Jungkook to beam down at Yoongi, “An intellectual. Now, what about the rest of you overreactive imbeciles? Did you just come over so that you could snoop around where I live?”

As I say this, my eyes narrow on Namjoon. The boy is inspecting the teacup I had forgotten to put away last night like it’s a new archaeological find. My words fluster him, and he fumbles with the cup before it falls from his grasp to shatter on the floor.

“I am so sorry!” Namjoon yelps. The rest of the boys look on with disappointment but not surprise.

“That was my great grandmother’s teacup,” I whisper, falling to my knees dramatically.

“Namjoon, your destructive nature has gone too far!” Seokjin yells, scrambling over to me. My face is buried in my hands as my shoulders shake. I can’t hold it any longer.

I burst out laughing. “Oh my god, it’s fine, Joon. I’m kidding. It was just a cup from Target’s clearance section.”

“So evil!” Namjoon whines, “I was so worried!” Shuffling over to the hallway closet, I pull out our dustpan and broom. Walking back, I hand it off to Namjoon before he can attempt to pick up a fragment of the shattered cup.

“Don’t even think about using your bare hands, Joon,” I narrow my eyes at him, “A trip to Urgent Care does not count as a date.”

“Noona,” Taehyung pipes up, “You should join the Acting Club! Did I mention I’m the president?”

“Oh, here we go,” Yoongi scowls, flicking his eyes over to where Seokjin is rapidly turning a concerning shade of red.

Mount Seokjin erupts, “You’re only president on a bullshit technicality! Fifth years can’t be on Exec boards, you swine!”

“Yo, Seokjin, I’m really bummed about that policy, and Imma let you finish. But, let me just say that if y’all don’t leave so I can get ready, I will avoid you for the rest of time.”

Seconds tick by. I frown, “I don’t see movement. Why don’t I see movement?”

“Well,” Jimin hedges, shrinking under my gaze, “We figured you could just come back with us? It would save you a trip?”

The disobedience in this crew would drive me off a cliff. “I guess I was not clear the first time. I am going to drive myself because: 1) I can leave on my own terms and 2) I can leave an overnight bag in the car just in case. Although, that possibility is slipping away by the millisecond.”

“Alright! Time to go!” Jungkook barks, herding the boys towards the door.

As they practically run out the door, Namjoon turns back to me with an arched brow, “No going back to sleep.”

I salute him, “Scout’s honor. I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, I’m finally left in peace and quiet.

“Want to explain what that was all about?!” Luna stalks out of her room, “I need the tea!”

A full hour and a half later, I find myself in an eerily empty frat house.

“Y’all really kicked everyone out, huh?” I comment as I peer around each corner of the house. There is not a soul - besides these seven fools - to be seen.

“I mean, there are only three other people that actually live here permanently,” Namjoon counters, ever the diplomatic president, “The rest of the rooms are mainly for guests or if a member needs temporary housing.”

Humming noncommittally, I come to an abrupt halt when the dining room comes into view. All the furniture has been pushed to one side to make room for eight easels and an excessive amount of paint.

“It looks like a Michael’s threw up in here,” I marvel.

“Who is Michael?” Jimin pops up next to me with narrowed eyes. The rest of the boys file in behind him.

“My sugar daddy,” I deadpan, “He’s an artist.”

Namjoon cracks up, while Jimin pouts adorably. “I guess you know what we’re going to do now, baby,” Namjoon says, still chuckling lightly.

“We’re doing DIY Painting with a Twist!” Taehyung yells, “The twist is that there’s no wine. Namjoon said it could get ‘too out of hand’ - whatever that means.”

“What is everyone going to paint?” Hobi asks the room after a brief pause, “I’m going to make something for (y/n)! It’s a surprise.”

“That’s so sweet, Hobi,” I smile at the boy, “Thank you!”

Not a group to be outdone, the boys quickly affirm that they too had been planning to make something for me all along.

Rolling my eyes, I sigh, “Careful, I’m going to get used to y’all spoiling me.”

“Good,” Namjoon nods, “You’re learning.”

“Yes, daddy,” I tease, “Are you going to keep spoiling your good girl?”

“You’re not a good girl,” Yoongi laughs, “You’re a fucking force of nature.”

“Thank you,” I wipe a nonexistent tear from under my eye, “This is why you are currently my favorite.”

“What!”

“Wait, you have a running favorite?”

“How can I get to be your favorite?”

Five minutes later, the room is empty aside from Jungkook and I. The rest of the boys dispersed the moment they decided to make painting a competition for my favor.

“Aren’t you going to hide away, too?” I address the younger boy next to me.

“Why would I go anywhere else when you’re right here?” Jungkook shuffles closer to me, “Besides, I wanted to use a different canvas.”

“Ah, I see,” I nod sagely before pulling my long-sleeved shirt up and over my head.

“Noona!” Jungkook chokes as he takes in my slightly sheer tank top and the black bra that peeks out from underneath, “I meant your wrist!”

“Calm down, Kook,” I laugh, “I can put it back on if you want. I just don’t want to get paint on it.”

Jungkook shakes his head furiously.

He then grabs my arm gently, flipping it over so that the inside of my wrist faces up. His thumb brushes over my erratic pulse and pauses. “Are you nervous, noona?” His wide eyes stare up at me, “You don’t have to let me paint on you.”

“It’s okay, Kookie,” I say, brushing his fallen hair out of his eyes, “Paint me like one of your French girls.”

The boy’s cheeks bloom a bright red as he flashes me a small smile, “That’s one of my favorite movies.”

My heart swells as the cuteness that is Jeon Jungkook, and I can’t resist teasing him further. “Jungkook,” I whisper, leaning forward, “I would gladly share my door with you to keep you warm.”

“Noona,” He whines, trying to pretend like he wants to get away from me. I would rate his efforts a 1/10 considering his hand is still firmly wrapped around my wrist.

“The iceberg would melt because of how hot you are…” I keep going, arching closer to murmur in his ear, “Just like the Titanic, I would go down on you for hours.”

“Noona!” Jungkook yelps, “Stop playing with me!”

“Fine,” I pout, “But the offer stands.”

“You’re going to kill me…” He mumbles. Dipping his paintbrush into his nearby palette, Jungkook begins to etch the outline of what looks like some sort of flower onto my wrist. The strokes of the brush across my skin make me shiver - something that does not go unnoticed by Jungkook.

His eyes dart to mine, and I feel like crumbling under the weight of the adoration I find within them.

“Kookie,” I glance down, breaking the intensity before it consumed me whole, “What kind of flower is this?”

He mumbles something inaudible.

“What?” My ears strain to pick up the boy who for some reason decided to answer in the language of tiny.

“A tiger flower,” Jungkook turns away to grab a new brush, his hair failing to hide his flushed cheeks. I watch enraptured as he mixes the orange and white shades to get the end result he wants.

Returning to my wrist, he leans down and lightly blows across the drying paint.

“This is unfair,” I mumble as the boy continues to unknowingly seduce me. Or did he know? My eyes narrow as his gaze flicks to mine. Arching a brow, I decide to press him, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the matching tattoo on your forearm, right?”

“N-no,” Jungkook panics, eyes darting this way and that, “That would be Ludacris.”

Did he just— Not the time.

“Mhm,” I hum, ever the skeptic.

Jungkook swallows before once again resorting to tiny speak, “Okay, yes, it does. I’m asking you to love me, noona. Please.”

My breath escapes me in a whoosh as I stare dumbfounded at the pleading boy who once again starts to paint my wrist. Why is such a beautiful human lacking in adoration? Why does he need my affection when he has six other lovers?

“Why?” The question slips past my lips before I can catch it.

“Because,” He continues to paint, “I can see myself loving you for a very long time, and I just want to be loved back for just as long.”

The silence that falls after Jungkook’s admission feels safe and comfortable. His words swirl around my mind. And as he finishes the flower now adorning my wrist, I give him an answer I’m not even sure he had been waiting for. “Jungkook,” I wait until he meets my eyes, “I don’t think I’m in love with you yet. I’m not even sure I know what love is or what it feels like. But I can see myself falling for you. And I do know that there is a place in my heart labeled ‘Jeon Jungkook’, just like there are six other places for the rest of you… Y’all really do take up a lot of space.”

I let out a little laugh as Jungkook’s lips twitch in amusement. I continue, “It scares me sometimes. How I might fall for all of you and get heartbroken seven times over. But, I might also fall for all of you and get seven times the amount of love in return. And so I’m willing to fight for that chance. Besides, what’s life without a little risk?”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, and then he whispers, “I really like you, (y/n)-noona.”

I lean closer to him. Our noses brush as I whisper back, “I really like you, too, Jungkookie.”

The smile I get in response is blinding, and I can’t resist pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m done!” Taehyung hurtles through the doorway, lugging a giant canvas that definitely had not been in the room earlier, “I call this masterpiece: ‘My Boo’.”

Gaping, I take in the massive canvas full of swirling colors and abstract shapes. It’s honestly overwhelming and a bit dramatic, but that is Taehyung. And I love it.

“It’s so pretty!” I coo, shuffling over to side-hug Tae.

He shyly hangs his head on my shoulder, “You really think so?”

“Yes, baby,” I nod, “Of course I do.”

One by one the other boys return to present me with their art. Seokjin presents a sea of rainbow colored hearts (“Get it? I see hearts when you’re around!”). Hobi shows off his technicolored sunset (“It’s how I feel when I look at you, (y/n)! Hopeful, but at peace.”). Jimin bashfully hands over a painting of two silhouettes dancing (“It’s us.” *blushes profusely*). Yoongi gives me a black canvas with a portion of lighter blue mixed in (“You make my world brighter.”). Finally, Namjoon shuffles over with a succulent plant in a painted flower pot (“I accidentally elbowed a hole through my canvas… This is my favorite plant, for you.”).

The boys also marvel over the flower that Jungkook painted on my wrist while the younger boy beams with pride. One of them mentions ordering pizza for dinner, and the room clears within seconds as the majority flees in search of a menu.

Namjoon is the last to remain, admiring the art etched on my skin. “You know what it means, right?” He murmurs, thumb tentatively brushing across the dried paint.

“He told me,” I nod, focused on the gentle caress of his fingers.

Namjoon lifts my hand to his mouth and places a light kiss. The motion takes me back to the memory of a few weeks ago where he first had performed the action. “I hope you know the sentiment extends to all of us as well.”

“Oh, does it?” I smile, “You might have to mark me to make it believable.”

“Consider it done,” Namjoon says before pulling me closer to him and placing his lips on my neck. What an opportunist, I muse as he bites down gently. His tongue flicks before his lips once again press down on my neck. Namjoon litters my neck with small kisses. I gasp as he suddenly returns to the initial spot and bites down slightly harder, sucking and licking at my neck afterwards.

“Joon,” I breathe out as he pulls back, looking all smug and proud of himself, “I will get you back for this.”

“I look forward to it, baby.” With that, Namjoon laces his fingers through my own and tugs me out of the room towards the ruckus being caused in the kitchen.

One hour later, the eight of us are piled on the massive living room sofa.

“I think I’m pregnant,” Seokjin moans, rubbing a hand over his stomach. “The father is Papa John.”

“I told you not to race to beat Kook to the last slice,” Hobi shakes his head, “No one ever listens in this house.”

“You get me, bro, you get me,” Namjoon extends his fist to Hoseok who fist bumps him.

I survey the room from where I’m perched on Taehyung and Jimin, one leg hitched over one of theirs. “I thought we were going to watch a movie?” I furrow my brows, “Or was that just a ploy to get me to stay longer?”

Jungkook scrambles to his feet, “I’ll go get Titanic!”

“No!”

“Please, god, no!”

“Noooo!”

The crestfallen expression that crosses Jungkook’s face tugs at my heartstrings. “Aw, Kook, I really inspired you with my words earlier, huh?” His pouting intensifies as he stalks back over to his end of the couch.

“Never let me watch what I want,” He mumbles. Sensing that this is an often fought battle, I shimmy off of Tae and Jimin and head over towards the youngest.

“How about this,” I reason, “Let the group decide what movie to watch, and I’ll sit with you during it.”

“Promise?” Large brown eyes peer up at me. At my nod, his expression brightens, and he pats his legs excitedly.

Settling down on his thighs, I realize I have made a grave miscalculation.

My thigh-riding kink + Jungkook’s muscular thighs = chaos

As the rest of the boys argue between watching Die Hard or The Hangover, I shift my hips slowly to try to get more comfortable. Jungkook’s swift inhale tells me that my move wasn’t as low-key as I had hoped.

“Noona, stop moving,” He mumbles into my hair, his arms firmly circling my waist.

“Sorry, baby,” I mutter back to him, trying hard to reign in my thirst.

The boys finally decide to watch Die Hard. Minutes tick by as the movie I’ve seen multiple times before plays on the screen. I’m only half paying attention, and I’m pretty sure Jungkook isn’t paying attention at all.

His fingers have shifted under my tank top and are drawing patterns onto the skin of my stomach. “So soft,” He marvels, his words ghosting across the skin of my neck.

The effect the boy has on me is deadly, and I retaliate with one of the only ways I can. I grind my hips slowly down onto his. The heat of his body warms my own, the hardness of his cock becoming more and more apparent underneath me.

“Noona,” Jungkook moans, “You’re so unfair.”

I whisper back, “You started it.”

He scoffs, moving my hair to one side of my neck, and pauses. “Oh, what’s this?”

“Don’t even think—”

His lips descend onto my neck, cutting me off mid-sentence. “Insolent child,” I breathe out, trying to keep my shit together despite finding it so fucking hot that Jungkook’s mouth is where Joon’s had been just over an hour ago.

Keeping my eyes firmly on the screen where John McClane is steadily taking down a whole crime organization singlehandedly, I try in vain not to imagine getting double teamed by Jungkook and Namjoon. By the time the credits roll, my panties are a mess. I can feel Jungkook practically throbbing underneath me from being so hard, and I’m pretty sure my nipples could cut through glass.

“What’d you think, (y/n)?” Hobi beams over at me from the other end of the couch.

I plaster a smile on my face like I hadn’t just been imagining the whole room naked and engaged in NSFW activities. “It was iconic as always!”

The boys seem to happily accept my answer. Well, most of them do. Yoongi is staring at me with a suspicious expression. Damn, that boy is too observant for his own good.

“Well,” I decide to try to regain some semblance of self-control, “Where did I put my keys?”

“WHAT!”

“You can’t leave! It’s only 9pm!”

“You said you would would stay overnight!”

I roll my eyes upwards, at least this provided Jungkook an opportunity to tug a pillow onto his lap. “I’m going to get my bag from the car, you fools.”

The boys let out a collectively sheepish “Ah”.

“I’ll walk you, noona,” Jimin stands, making his way over to my side.

“Trying to butter me up, baby?” I can’t help but ruffle his hair, “Okay, come on.”

Jimin and I make our way to the front door where my keys lie on the entryway table. Grabbing them, I head out into the darkness of the front yard with Jimin trailing after me.

“Will you sit with me for the next movie, noona?” Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair as we trek towards my parked Jeep.

“What’s in it for me?” I joke, unlocking the passenger side door and grabbing my bag. Turning back towards the house, I shut and lock my car behind me.

“Cuddles?” Jimin answers, eyes wide and bottom lip poked out.

“Stop that,” I moan, moving swiftly past him, “Puppy-Dog eyes? That’s so unfair!”

“Is it working?” He races to keep up with me, “I think its working.”

“You’re still on my shit list, Park Jimin,” I whirl around, drop my bag to the ground, and grab the front of his shirt. Moving to a standstill with his lips an inch from mine, I say, “Or did you forget?”

Jimin gulps, his eyes dark, “I didn’t forget. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

I place the lightest kiss to his lips, “Good answer.” With that, I pick my bag back up and waltz back into the house. “Are you coming?” I call at the boy still standing in the middle of the front yard.

“Now I know why Kook says you’re mean,” Jimin shakes his head at me as he regains the will to move.

“You’re a fast learner,” I comment, placing my keys back onto the entryway table. “I’ll sit with you.”

“Yay!” Jimin cheers, “I’ll go tell Taehyungie!”

“What?” I screech after the boy’s departing form, “I didn’t know this was some sort of package deal! Lord give me strength…”

Rifling through my bag to double check I have everything, I notice that I seem to be lacking a sleep shirt. How is it that I could pack three different pairs of socks for one night over but forget a fucking shirt?

“SOS,” I call out, zipping my bag back up. Once again, the sound of stampeding steps is heard before the seven of them appear above me.

“Someone needs to give me their biggest and comfiest t-shirt.”

A brief pause permeates the room before all seven boys dart into action. Left all alone in the entryway, I let out an incredulous laugh at how completely whipped I’m becoming for them.

After a few minutes, I hear them congregating in the hall just up the stairs. Just as I’m about to go investigate, they shuffle down. Namjoon presents me with a pile of what must be a selection of t-shirts from the bunch.

“We all want you to wear our clothes, so we decided to make it fair and just let you pick one without knowing who’s it is,” Seokjin explains.

Looking around the room, I can tell they all think this is a magnificent idea. Meanwhile, I’m baffled why they think I wouldn’t know who’s shirt is who’s just from the style, size, and smell. However, I decide to be a nice girl and play along.

“Okay,” I grab the entire pile along with my bag, “I’ll go change.”

“I’m so excited!” Taehyung bounces up and down, “She’s going to pick mine. I know it!”

“That’s because you gave her your Ce—” As Taehyung tackles Jimin to the floor, I take that as my cue to leave.

Speeding up the steps, I make a beeline for Yoongi’s room, entering and locking the door behind me. My bag is tossed on the bed first followed by the sea of mostly black and white clothing. They know me so well already.

I examine my options:

A white Balenciaga t-shirt with “Europe 2018” embroidered in red over the heart,

A soft pink hoodie by Marques’ Almeida with long black silky drawstrings,

A red and black striped Raf Simons long-sleeved shirt with sewn-on patches,

A Fear of God white t-shirt with the iconic “FG” on the front,

A black Mastermind t-shirt with the brandname and a skull and crossbones emblazoned on it,

A black Celine t-shirt also with the brandname on the front, and

A grey long-sleeved t-shirt by Carhartt with the name in blue along the sleeve.

Making my selection, I shake my head over the careless nature these boys handle their extremely expensive clothing. I am almost certain that Jungkook had given me the only shirt of the bunch that was under $100.

Regardless, I fold the rest of the shirts before stuffing them into my duffle bag. If they all want me to wear their clothes, I will - eventually. Quickly, I change into my sleep shorts, tug on what I assume is Hobi’s shirt, and head out of Yoongi’s room.

Opening the door, I blink as seven expectant faces shine back at me. Six expressions fall as one lights up even more. “You chose mine!” Hoseok cheers, running to engulf me in a hug that sweeps me off my feet, “Oh, you look so cute!”

“Can’t. Breathe.”

“Why’d you leave your stuff in Yoongi-hyung’s room, noona?” Taehyung pouts as the rest of the boys try to pretend like they also aren’t miffed.

“Because I’m going to sleep with him?” I march over to Yoongi and hug him from behind, pressing my lips to his cheek. “Is that okay with you, Yoongs?”

The boy grumbles under my show of affection, but his hands come up to clasp over mine as they circle his waist. “I can live with that, I guess.” The eye roll accompanying his words is so evident even when standing behind him.

“You’ll pay for that, baby boy,” I whisper in his ear before biting gently down on his earlobe, reveling in the cute little squeak that emits from him in response.

“She’s still sitting with me and Tae during the next movie, though!” Jimin - ever the instigator - interjects as the group makes their way back downstairs. Yoongi and I shuffle behind them.

The eight of us decide to watch The Hangover next since that had been the runner-up before. Once again, I’m draped between Jimin and Taehyung. This time, I’m fully placed on Jimin’s lap while my legs are sprawled out across Tae’s thighs.

My legs had barely even settled onto his lap before his hands were on them. This time I don’t even pretend like I’m paying attention to the movie. I’m more entranced by the way Taehyung kneads his way up my legs from my ankles to my calves to the insides of my thighs.

Meanwhile, Jimin is snuggled into me tightly. His face is shoved into the crook of my neck, and I honestly think he might be sound asleep. With each breath, Jimin’s pillowy lips brush my collarbone. I couldn’t tell if this is my own personal heaven or hell.

Looking up, I meet the dark gaze of Min Yoongi once again. Neither of us break eye contact as I try to read the look on his face and his body language.

He is either: 1) pissed off by something I did, 2) turned on by something I did, or 3) all of the above.

My hunch is the third. Testing that theory, I slide my tongue across my bottom lip. Sure enough, his eyes track the motion instantly before returning to mine. Bing-pot.

The movies seems to take way longer than it’s hour and forty-something minutes. I blame the combination of my sexual frustration and the varying degrees of awareness of it from the boys.

As soon as the credits roll, I extract myself from the holds that Jimin and Tae had on me. “I’m tired,” I lie.

“Aw,” Seokjin hurries over to me and sweeps me into a tight hug, “Get some beauty sleep, darling. Because, in the morning, I’m making pancakes!”

I place a swift kiss to his cheek, “Sounds perfect.”

I bid the rest of the boys goodnight with similar affections. Slowly, I make my way over to the stairs, knowing that Yoongi is trailing after me closely.

Making sure to put an extra swing in my hips, I climb up the staircase like I was getting paid to do it. Finally, I enter Yoongi’s room, turn to face the boy it belonged to, and tug him inside.

“What the fuck, Min Yoongi,” I hiss before closing the door behind him and shoving him against it.

“What?”

He has the audacity— I take a calming breath.

“You eye-fuck me throughout the entire movie and ask me ‘what’?” My hands curl into the fabric of his shirt.

A small smile makes its way across Yoongi’s face as my glower intensifies, “You can’t expect me not to think about that after you announce to everyone that you’re sleeping with me.”

“I didn’t mean literally, you buffoon,” I groan, turning away to head towards the bed.

Yoongi grabs my hips, halting me in place. “I know. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about what it would be like with you. What it would be like to be selfish with you.”

“You want to be selfish with me?” I ask softly, “What does that mean?”

“It means that I know that Tae was the first to get your mouth, but I want to be the first to give you mine.”

Yoongi’s words steal the breath from my lungs and the chill from my very soul. I gasp out, “You want to taste me, baby? That’s what you want?”

“More than anything,” Yoongi groans, pushing his hips into mine. “Please, (y/n), I’ll do anything to put my mouth on you.”

I pull away from Yoongi so that I can face him. His pupils are blown out, his hair is messy, and his expression is devastating with its pleading look. After being teased by so many of the others for the whole evening, he looks like my salvation.

“Okay,” I nod, lying down with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “Do your worst. No, not the time for that expression. Do your best. Please.”

Chuckling, Yoongi sinks to his knees before me, running his hands up my legs and resting on the hem of my shorts. He sends me an asking look, and I nod. His fingers shake slightly as he pulls off my shorts.

Left in nothing but pair of lacy red boy-briefs, I shiver in anticipation as I feel Yoongi slip a tentative finger underneath the remaining material.

“Fuck,” He groans, sliding his finger up and down my folds, “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Well, do something about it,” I command, moving my hips up so that he might get the hint to take of my underwear. His finger slides out from underneath them and he doesn’t even hesitate before sucking it into his mouth.

“Yoongi,” I hiss, getting more and more impatient.

Yoongi pulls his finger out of his mouth, “Sorry, (y/n), I just want to savor this moment.”

“You can savor my pussy with your mouth,” I say, “Or are you all talk, Min Yo—”

Quicker than I can comprehend, Yoongi slides my panties to the side and licks a stripe up my folds. I moan as he sucks and licks at my pussy like a man possessed.

“Fuck,” I grab his hair and tug him closer, feeling him moan into me.

The build up of tension and frustration from being surrounded by these boys for the entire day has me on the brink of orgasm already.

Yoongi’s mouth closes over my clit, circling it with his tongue and flicking it slowly.

“More, Yoongi,” I demand.

He listens. Still worshipping my clit, Yoongi slips a finger inside me, curling it in such a practiced way I could scream.

He adds a second. Yoongi’s fingers thrust in and out of me as his tongue continues to taste and tease my pussy.

When he hits a certain spot in me, I moan his name, and I swear he growls. Repeatedly, his fingers hit that same spot inside me and I’m panting, trying my hardest not to come. Not yet.

“Harder!” I moan. Again, Yoongi follows like a good boy, his fingers and tongue picking up the pace.

Pausing to pull my legs over his shoulders, Yoongi meets my eyes. The pinkness of his lips glisten with my juices as he sighs, “I think you might be my new favorite meal.”

Before I can even respond, his resumes wrecking me. He fucks me with his fingers, grabbing at my ass with his free hand.

His mouth devours my pussy, wreaking havoc on my clit with every flick of his tongue.

My thighs quake as my battle to hold off coming becomes too much to endure. My back arches as the pleasure builds up with each quick stroke of his tongue and every movement of his fingers.

As if he knows exactly how to ruin me forever, Yoongi sucks on my clit harshly, and I come, my thighs trapping him between them. Despite it all, Yoongi continues to fuck me, lapping up everything like a starving man.

Soon, the overstimulation hits and I relax my thighs. Pulling his hair, I murmur, “Stop.”

Yoongi obeys.

“Come here,” I sit up, extending an arm out to him. He shuffles forward and when he is within reach I launch myself at him. Kissing him fiercely, I taste myself on his tongue.

“That was so good, baby,” I reach my hand up to stroke his flushed cheek. “Do you want me to help you out?”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, “I would rather eat you out again.”

“You’re insatiable!” I cry, tugging out of his hold. “We’ll see…”

a/n: this chap got away from meeee AHHHHHH it’s the longest one yet uwu hope u enjoyed! :) also this is v unedited bc i wanted to post asap so keep that in mind hehe

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borathae · 2 years

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After reading the new chapter I forgot how cute mc and Taehyung were. Their relationship is so sweet and loving 😩💘🦋

“Allow me to taste you” 👀👀👀 wow. mc lives my dream. She is a queen 😌 How precious Taehyung is 😭 protect his soul 🥺

Taehyung is so cute and precious that he thinks it's embarrassing that he cum first from a simple blowjob and stroking in the thighs 🥺🥺🥺 however he is not the only one who has this "problem" of orgasm first as Yoongi and Jungkook are wrapped to mc fingers 😌🥺🥳 I bet if mc gave a blowjob or just kissed Yoongi's , Tae's and Jk's cock they would orgasm in a record time of 3 minutes maximum 5....

"Please Empress, don't stop" wow .... I'm speechless ... empress, princess, mistress. MC is a fucking queen! 😩🥳💘 How much I love men who worship their partner. "You wonder just how long you would have to play with him to get him to the point of where he can take your entire hand" mc, after the experience with Jungkook she is ready for anything 💗🥰

my heart belongs to these three loves of mine Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook. Sibi you have created fantastic relationships and each with their own particular intimacy with mc. Thank you for this chapter💗💘

YES! Their relationship is so loving and tender and it's making me sob 😔😭

Taehyung struggling not to cum is legit the hottest thing I have ever conjured like oMFG FNADNGFAN ALSO NOT YOU MENTIONING YOONKOOK BRUH BYE I feel like Koo would be struggling even more than yoongs? I feel like Yoongi would try to act as if it doesn't affect him when in reality he is all like ":OOOO" inside 🥴

mc, after the experience with Jungkook she is ready for anything 💗🥰

fhadhf okay but like MC now each time she has a butt in front of her:

Also omgmg I am so happy that you liked it!! Thank you so much!! 🥺💜

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jjk-biased · 4 years

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youtuber! jungkook x youtuber! reader

crack! social media au

genre: fluff, crack, some angst

chapter summary: after somehow placing 2nd overall on OGN's e-sports festival, jin fulfills his bet by taking you and your friends to lotte world for a hopefully stress-free and peaceful day.

words: 1.8k (cannot be read as standalone)

warnings: aside from cussing, none!

24. unsaid feelings

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The fireworks painted the dark sky with bright hues of red and blue. And while it could be the most beautiful view they've ever seen, Jungkook would beg to differ.

You were his prettiest view. The way your eyes would twinkle at each spark. How bright your smile would become as the glitters danced in the sky. The way your delicate hand encased in his would tighten at each exciting moment.

You were breathtaking.

Jungkook had long since ceased watching the show. He instead chose to observe your reactions to it with a dumb smile on his face. It was adorable. You were adorable.

Finally feeling his gaze on you, you found yourself turning red. Your eyes met his, then you two leaned closer.

and closer

and closer.

Until your lips were a few centimeters apart.

As the last and greatest firework exploded, you two ki—

“WAKE THE HELL UP YOU DORKS!!!”

for fucks’ sake.

Laughter rang throughout the living room as Jungkook fell from the couch. They all slept at Namjoon’s house once again after the e-sports festival had ended and it extended until today. Like how the first sleepover turned out, everyone fell asleep in the living room.

“Noisy much, Jin?” You grumble, also waking up from Jin’s morning call.

“If we wanna enjoy Lotte World and get there early, y’all shoulda been up and about.”

“IT’S ONLY 7 AM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

Hoseok, who somehow already had an immense amount of energy, cackled at you and Jungkook’s state. The others wordlessly began to wash their faces, some opted to help Jin with breakfast.

After a long time of preparing, the rambunctious group of friends finally went on their trip to Lotte World.

Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, however, the little shits had planned something that you’re not sure whether to be thankful of or angry at.

Jungkook had finally admitted to everyone else, while you were fast asleep on the floor in between Namjoon and Hoseok, that he had been harboring a genuine liking towards you. He had gone to sleep not long after, and that was when Taehyung began to brew plans to give him a little push.

It’s been awhile since you’ve gone to any amusement park, so you had a child-like wonder painted on your face when everyone went in. It was absolutely adorable to say the least and even if Jungkook was unable to say it out loud, his dopey grin was enough.

You all thought it was a good idea to start the peaceful day with death disguised as rollercoasters. You’re sure you know who wanted everyone to die so early in the day, the terrified looks of all but one little shit told you more than you need to know.

“Do we really have to do what he says?” You grumble as Jungkook basks in his success.

“Might as well do it now when the line isn’t as long…” Yoongi trailed off, slowly losing the confidence he had stored in when he heard the shrieks of the people.

Luck might not be with you today when everyone scrambled to sit at the safest parts of the cart— which is everywhere but the first row. Moreover, the only person left to sit with you was none other than the idiot responsible for your demise that day.

“Hurry up pumpkin, you’re so slow!”

Whatever retort you wanted to throw was shoved in your throat when the staff secured your death seat.

“Aw is little pumpkin scared?”

“For the last time, jungleboy, I am nOT LI— FUCK THIS RIDE AAAAAH”

To say the least, your luck took a vacation and left you to suffer with Jungkook and the others.

Everyone decided to eat lunch after that traumatizing event. Namjoon and Jin were scouting for a place to eat, Hoseok and Yoongi decided to look for food choices, and that left you with the three youngest idiots of your idiot group to explore the rigged booths.

There was a shooting game where you just had to knock over the pyramid of cans to get the fluffiest alpaca ever. And while you’ve ingrained it in your mind that these games are scams, the child in you couldn’t resist wanting to win one because 1) alpaca soft 2) alpaca big.

Jungkook wasn’t an idiot— dear lord, someone tell him — or at least he could tell the meaning of your longing stare towards the cute alpaca plush.

With a sigh, he stopped you from doing one of the most dramatic “goodbyes” ever to an alpaca plush and tried for the game.

“Step right up, mister! Win anything in this booth for your girlfriend for the small price of ₩5,000!”

“Oh, w-we aren’t— he isn’t,” you pathetically denied. It seemed you were the only one who got embarrassed though because Jungkook didn’t deny anything.

He did it with so much ease that even the staff was left speechless at his show. Maybe it was the alpaca he gave you talking, but damn did butterflies erupt in your tummy. He looked so cool shooting the cans with so much focus. To think he spent money and did so just for you, you were sure your heart melted (and it wasn’t because of the heat!!)

You thought the funny feeling would die down after.

Boy were you wrong.

Time after time after time again, he never failed to make you feel giddy inside.

When the two of you were paired up for this horror house, he never made you feel embarrassed. He instead offered his arm to you, even going as far as wrapping said arm around you so you could find refuge in him when a particular bit scares you more. Poor boy was too flustered from the entire ordeal to even notice some of the scarers.

Then there was this time where he cheered out of glee when you won from one of the booths. (you two used Jin’s money though lmao) He had complimented you endlessly on how “great you were, pumpkin!”

Though he’d often tease you about your shorter stature, he lets you use him as a shade from the harsh sunlight. It was a small but nice gesture.

Everyone else retreated to the restrooms after thinking it was a good idea to drink a lot before going to the teacups ride. The look on their faces was a memory you’ll never forget.

You two sat on one of those benches nearby and began to talk about random things— ramens and gaming included. Jungkook received a text from Jimin saying that the lines were too long and they could roam around while waiting.

“How about we go to those souvenir shops? I wanna buy something now before it gets too crowded,” You suggested, pointing to the array of stores.

“I don’t mind that, let’s go!” He cheered, taking hold of your hand (you don’t know if he’s aware of that or not but it made you red).

The next hour was spent trying on dorky thingamajigs and whatnot. After trying on a pair of funny specs, you decided it was time to go back to checking out rides.

The sun had begun to set and pink hues scattered through the sky. It allowed for a more calm and serene mood to set in as you two walked, your arms linked, and roamed around the parks (as well as trying to ignore the bustling noise of happy kids and crying babies lmfao)

Ramen, that was the name of the alpaca Jungkook won for you, was safely tucked in his arms. You, on the other hand, were busy munching on the popcorn that Jungkook bought (it was supposed to be for himself but you had your ways)

You probably didn’t hear whatever was going around, too busy eating his popcorn to care, but Jungkook heard every murmur people threw your way. Admittedly, he wished that you two were actually a couple like the little kid said

He wasn’t sure how it began. You two started on a rather weird meeting— with you mocking his so-called fifth grader level skills in Overwatch to him replying rather pettily to win the argument. Somewhere down the line, you two actually had common friends and were forced to meet. That was the moment he was taken aback by you.

Well honestly, he was always taken aback.

You were witty; always had comebacks ready to deploy for every remark he had. You were skilled; not only a master at time management for balancing college life with your career, but also great at gaming. You were kind-hearted; though your verbal jabs were piercing, he knew you meant no harm.

You were too good for this world.

So when he had scared you, rather unintentionally, with a horror game, he regretted it so much. But to be honest, he was also thankful for that day. God knows he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to “restart” how he treated you if he hadn’t fucked up.

You probably didn’t notice how his teasing now focused more on the thought of you with him. While he isn’t the best at conveying romantic feelings, he was absolutely fluent in memes.

Thank god for memes.

But at some point, he does have to tell you what’s going on. He can’t stay in this weird space with you— somewhere between friends who fight and friends who flirt. With a shaky sigh, he decided today was the day.

As if the universe were with him, you then finally noticed his silence. It was heart-warming to see concern in your pretty face when you took note of the unusual quietness.

“Are you okay, kook?”

Like a goldfish out of water, he opened his mouth then closed it again.

Fuck, it was harder than he thought.

Thousands of thoughts went through his head. Will you take him seriously? Will you stop being friends? Will you hate him for the feelings he harbored?

Every negative thought disappeared at the sound of your amused laugh.

He reminds himself why he liked you so much and gathers little courage to speak out his mind.

This is it.

Oh my god, this is it.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…” He trailed off, now facing her properly. (poor Ramen was being squeezed to death)

You became nervous. Did he notice my staring? Holy shit is he gonna tell me I’m weird?

“I think I li—”

“Y/N!”

Internally groaning at yet another interruption, Jungkook turned to whoever decided to call you out. It was a guy, definitely older than you. He turned to you, silently questioning if you knew the intruder, and was surprised to see none of your cheery aura.

You were livid.

“Daniel Y/L/N.”

a/n: tumblr decided to be a bitch and didn't save every edit i made so this took awhile. also, #danielisoverparty and oops, y'all thought Daniel was an ex lmao ig i made him sound too ex-y 🤡

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houseforarmys · 4 years

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Wizard/Witch Namjoon! And Yoongi is a musician that likes sharing his music with everyone and when he gets to share it with Namjoon, Namjoon says he doesn't like it (even tho he does) just for him to realize later that his magic or spells don't work on Yoongi for some reason! And figures that Yoongi's songs have the ability to stop Namjoon's magic and he admits in the end he loves his songs after all and they end up kithing^u^

i was hoping someone would bring the witch namjoon agenda. thank you for being that someone.🥺💜

genre: fluff

ship: namgi

"i'm not saying it's bad, just not my sound" namjoon could lie forever, it'd always be useless.

yoongi knew after all, that it was a lie. includinh when he told him he was human. stupid boy saying he was human when they lived together and yoongi had seen him sneeze freaking flowers. but whatever.

"i mean it, hyung!" yoongi didn't even bother to stop smiling. "you sure you got a degree on that, because i bet i could do better!"

"whatever you say, joon-ah" he said, the smile getting bigger. "whatever you say" it made the witch blush in a sudden embarrassment.

it was during night, that day that yoongi got woken up four hours past midnight, with tingles in his stomach and giggles leaving his mouth. namjoon frowned because the spell was actually supposed to make him act more serious than usual instead.

"tickles"

the witch fell down the bed from the sudden word and the opening of the man's eyes. yoongi laughed, helping him up with a 'it's okay, i knew it all this time' that had namjoon speechless.

"what was it for?"

"for you to believe me when i say i don't like your music"

"yeah, try harder, harry potter" namjoon flushed red once more. "i know you love my music, now come here, you woke me up, i want cuddles"

he decided to lie his head on the smaller man's chest, hearing the sound of the heart and smiled before pronouncing the words.

"why doesn't my magic work with you? is it your music?"

"how am i supposed to know?" yoongi replied, smiling with a giggle. "but yeah, i guess it could be. that's why you hate it so much"

with a mock on the word "hate" namjoon pulled his lips to yoongi's and the taste was magical, never better said. gems, dried herbs and even sparkles that formed potions could never beat the sensation of the lips crashing gently against each other.

they smiled before yoongi pulled him into a closer and tighter hug, daring to kiss him again.

#moodboard au game #namgi #namjoon #kim namjoon #bts #bangtan #rm #knj #yoongi #min yoongi #suga #myg #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts ships #bts ship #bangtanxm #bts fluff #namgi fluff #namgi au

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scenarioslovers · 5 years

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Lonely Heart |2| Jungkook

I don't buy idea of second chance. With hope we make a lot of chances. -Toba Beta

“Daddy, that’s hurt.” Jungkook let go of her hair as he looked at her little frown reflecting on the mirror.

“I am sorry. I am sorry.” He said as he kissed her head. Her hair was everywhere now, it was messy and facing every direction. She wanted to have a pigtail nut he cannot even tie the hair band as her liking. “What about you go for straight hair today?”

“Noo.” She kicked the ground, doing a little mad dance. “The teacher will shout at me. We aren’t allowed to let our hair lose; we should tie it.”

“Why would they make you do it?”

“Because it is the rules daddy.” Ella sighed as she snatched the hair band away from her father and looked at her hair in the mirror. She started to tie it on her own, not good but much better than what her father trying to do. “I wish mommy was here.” She pouted, turning around to look at her father. “Is she coming back today?”

“I don’t know sweetheart.” Jungkook sighed, suddenly feeling down.

“Where did she go? To grandpa and grandma?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so.” He shook his head; the heart was full of worry. He tried to call you so many times, but you wouldn’t pick up. He called your parents, your best friend all of them said they didn’t see you recently. His heart was beating so fast in his chest, with all the possible scenarios about your whereabout running through his mind.

“Is the school bus?” Ella screamed when a car horned outside the house. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he looked at the clock it was seven thirty already. He spent almost half an hour trying to tie her pigtail. “I didn’t have breakfast yet.”

“Oh.” And he didn’t prepare the lunch box for her either.

Ella shook her head as she grabbed her bag and ran outside of the house, trying to catch the bus. “I really miss, mommy.”

“I am a sorry kid,” Jungkook said loudly as she closed the door behind her. Jungkook felt really sorry. He couldn’t understand how you could do all of this in the morning. Preparing Ella for school, doing her hair, helping her with her stuff, preparing food for him and Ella, all while sleeping late at night to finish your book and waking up so early.

You were a superhero and he didn’t realize what you were doing for him and Ella until you were gone.

He couldn’t imagine how tired you were. He had done this for almost two days now and everything was messy. Jungkook had no time to clean the house, our shopping for the house.

The house suddenly was large and empty. He missed you around, missed your little teases, your high-pitched laughter, your smile when he comes home after an award show. Jungkook thought that no one would look at him with adoration and proudness like you look at him.

Something inside of his chest tightened and it was hard to swallow, hard to breathe, hard to think. He couldn’t live without you.

Pressing his lips together, he reached for his phone and called you again. However, it was useless. “Where are you, Y/N?” He groaned, regretting letting you go in the first place. He should have begged for forgiveness. He knew what he did was unforgettable. “I am so stupid, please come back.”

“You are getting a divorce?”

“No.” You were eating carrots and reading a book when you answered Hoseok who welcomed you into his house for the last two days. You thought it was the perfect place, where you could stay. Jungkook would never imagine that you actually stayed at one of his member’s house. You went to Hoseok since he was the closest member to you. You were close to all of the members but something about Hoseok was so comforting that he became the keeper of your secrets. “Did you know about him?”

When you got no answer, you glanced up at him. Hoseok looked uneasy. You frowned, lines appearing between your eyes. “You knew.”

“Recently. Not from so long. Jungkook was saying how he did something stupid and…”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear about it.”

“He really screwed up. He knows that.”

“Whatever. Of course, you knew. I am so stupid.” You rolled your eyes, returning back to your book. “Did he tell you how he was her and still laughed at my face, kiss me, live with me, and share the same bed?” You snapped, glaring at him. When he opened his mouth to speak, you looked back at the book, shrugging. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

Last week, Jungkook called all the boys and kept drinking until he was drunk. The members were so worried about him, but after he told them what he had done and how he regrets it, they looked at him speechless.

“I want to erase this part of my life, forever.” Jungkook had said.

“Did you tell her?” Jimin asked, worriedly.

“Of course not.” Jungkook laughed bitterly. “I don’t want her to know ever. She would be so heartbroken.” Suddenly tears rolled down his cheeks, as he reached for another cup of wine, but Taehyung was faster to pull it away.

“Hyung!” Jungkook groaned, sobbing. “What should I do now?”

“This kid…” Yoongi shook his head as he sighed walking out of the room.

“I think you should tell her, Jungkook,” Namjoon said, his voice was filled with sadness.

“Tell her, I cheated on her.” Jungkook snapped. “Oh, Y/N. You weren’t around much, and I found someone else to be with while you are busy.”

“At least apologize.”

“So, I am sorry for being such a jerk.” Jungkook laughed with tears in his eyes. “WOW.”

Jungkook was in a really bad shape until Jin snapped at him with harsh words made him shut up and stares at nothing. It was as if reality and guilt hit him hard. Hoseok couldn’t say anything at that time. He was too shocked to react, just listening. After that day, Jungkook didn’t even remember what he had told them, and they decided to keep to themselves. Some things were meant to be secret. And they knew how much Jungkook loved you, they didn’t want to make things worse.

“You aren’t mad at me, are you?” Hoseok asked cautiously.

“A little.” You confessed as you looked at him again. “a lot”

“I am sorry, I didn’t tell you.”

“Hoseok thank you for being our friend. I bet you are torn between you and him.”

“I am on your side though. I was shocked when he told us. He was so drunk and…” You gave him warning glare and he sealed his lips, before saying. “I am not with what he had done. Are you really not divorcing him? People normally get a divorce because of this.”

“No.” You said, shutting the book close. “No, no. I am not getting a divorce.” You took a deep breath; you don’t want your emotions to get the best of you. So, you stared into a focal point of nothing, trying as much as you can to speak normally. “I cannot let Ella live in a separated family. She adores her father.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Hoseok took your hands as he kneeled before you. You looked at him, at his eyes and you saw how he felt so sorry for you. At that moment, you lost it. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Hoseok’s arms wrapped around you as you cried.

“I don’t want to be alone, Hoseok.” You said when he pulled away from you, sitting beside you with one arm around your shoulder. He was rubbing it up and down for you to calm down. “I can’t imagine my life without him. I don’t want to leave. I already miss him so much.”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Hoseok squeezed you into him. “Just give yourself some time.”

“I hate that I love him so much. Do you think he loves her?”

“I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “But I know he loves you and only you. Maybe he acted before he could think. It was just a mistake.”

“What if I forgive him now and he does it again? I cannot take it, really. My heart is already breaking, I cannot go through this again.” Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you stood up suddenly, surprising Hoseok. “I am going to the club.”

“What?” Hoseok exclaimed.

“I am going to the club! I will dance with strangers, kissing some rich men and drink my ass off.”

“No,” Hoseok said, standing in front of you, blocking your way. “Y/N you are just heartbroken. Don’t take action before you think and if you think this is an act of good revenge, no it is not.”

“Hoseok.” You closed your eyes before opening them again. “I am going whether you like it or not.” You patted his shoulder, before subsiding him and walked out of the house.

Hoseok couldn’t help himself but follow you. He knew too well that you were just angry, and your emotions were moving you, making you take the stupidest decision which you would probably regret later.

“Y/N, you are a married woman with a child.”

“Tell that to your friend.” You shouted not looking at him as you fastened your base away from him. But when you came close to the elevator you had to slow down.

“I am coming with you.” Hoseok pressed the elevator’s bottom and you rolled your eyes.

“I am not a child. I can go alone.”

“You aren’t in your righteous state of mind.” He smiled. “As the godmother of your daughter, I will protect you as well.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Hoseok really did a lot of things to your family. You and Jungkook called him the protector of your family.

When you reached the ground floor, you froze in your place when you saw Jungkook in front of you. You glared at Hoseok who shook his head and shrugged. “It wasn’t me.”

“So, you were here.” His expression softened at your sight.

“I will keep going.” You told Hoseok as you looked at him over your shoulder, completely ignoring Jungkook.

Your shoulder pumped into Jungkook as you walked past him. Before you could walk away, Jungkook reached for your hand, stopping you.

“Leave me, Jungkook.” You snapped, tried to pull away from him.

“Let’s talk, Y/N,” Jungkook said, but you kept squirming under his arm.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“We have to talk.” His grip was strong on yours, you winced in pain and Jungkook let go almost immediately, before taking your hands in his, gently this time. “I am sorry, did I hurt?”

“Yes, you did.” You said, your breath hitched in your chest. “You hurt me so much, Jungkook.”

When Jungkook looked at you, knowing so well that you weren’t talking about your hands. He gulped when he saw them again, tears.

“It hurt so much, I could die, Jungkook.” Your voice cracked. “What has gone wrong? How did we become like this? When did we lose each other to our work, our life, our duty? Tell me…”

Jungkook took a deep breath, his thumb was creasing your knuckles. He was scared to let go again.

“I know… I know what I did has no excuses and cannot be justified.” He licked his lips, looking at your hands, he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I thought I was losing our relationship, but then I lost me, and I did what I did. I don’t ask you to forgive me, Y/N.”

Gulping hard, he looked at your eyes. “I just want a second chance; I will prove to you that I can be better. I will do better. Please. I love you so much. I miss you; Ella misses you.”

“Our life was too perfect.”

“I am an idiot for destroying that. I know.”

“It is hard to stay perfect I guess.”

Jungkook looked at you and you saw hope in them. “I love you. I don’t know what happened really I…”

“I love you too Jungkook. I love you, those words aren’t enough to justify how I feel about you.” You wiped your face with the back of your hand. “I don’t know if love is enough anymore.”

“Our love could be more.”

“Was.”

“Will be.” He titled his head, his eyes suddenly confident as a hint of a smile displayed on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes.

“Oh, I hate you.” You groaned, pushing him away, but the smile never left your face. “You have to work your way back to me.”

Jungkook watched you as you walked away. Looking back at Hoseok, he shrugged, shaking his head.

“I guess that’s your call, boy.”

“Is that a yes? Is she okay now?”

“You have been with her 6 years now boy. You know here better than I do.” A grinned brightened Hoseok’s face.

“Right, thank you, Hyung.” Jungkook’s face reddened before turning around and following you out of the build.

Hoseok sighed when they were gone. “Sorry, Y/N. You needed to talk to him.”

fin

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so hi! Thank you for reading, really thank yoooooou! You just made my whole return worth it to be honest. I hope this was as good as the first part. I will be waiting for your little comments

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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Also, I am so curious about whether Hoseok knows that YN and Jungkook mated and what he thinks about it. Haha

Hoseok’s eyes narrow, staring at you.

Nervously, you laugh. “What?”

“Tell them,” Hoseok says, folding his arms over his chest.

Today is one of the rare days he visits Paralian and rather than spend it like Taehyung does, meeting with the locals, he spends the majority in your quarters, attempting to make you face reality.

“Ah… Well, what happened is…” Thickly, you swallow. “Actually, you know what. We don’t need to go into the details.”

“The first time Y/N returned to Paralian, there was a big celebration,” says Hoseok, as though you have not spoken. “Her father invited all of the Council, warriors and city’s civilians. It took weeks of preparation.”

You wince. “Right. Well, it was a lovely party.”

“Lovely?!″ Hoseok’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “Y/N! You sprung it on me right before our entrance that you were mated with Jungkook!”

Again, you wince. “Right, I see. Yes, I did do that.”

“And then!” continues Hoseok, utterly livid, “you had the audacity to swim into the party so we couldn’t discuss it!”

“Right.” Biting down on your lip, you nod. “Again, I apologize but really, if you think about it… it was all Beren and Yoongi’s fault.”

“How?!”

“They were the ones betting on me!” you protest, over the sounds of his sighing. “They had a bet on how long it would take me and Jungkook to… I was only settling their score.”

As much as you try not to, you cannot help but smile at the memory. It was fun to see Hoseok speechless, sputtering wildly as you swam into the crowd. Hoseok is right; you two could not have discussed that in the middle of Paralian’s Lords and Ladies.

Hoseok rubs at his forehead. “Anyways,” he exhales. “We discussed it in detail the next day.”

“Not in detail,” you correct. “Hoseok still refuses to get into the how and when.”

“Like I said!” he huffs, slightly red in the face. “It’d be like if Haeun asked me to discuss with her…” Shuddering, Hoseok pushes away all thoughts of his actual little sister mating. “No, thank you. I’m here to advise you on political matters only.”

“My love life is not a political matter,” you say.

“It is.” Hoseok lifts a brow. “You’re the Princess! Your love life is literally a political matter. And I don’t use that phrase lightly.”

“How romantic,” you mutter.

Hoseok softens looking at you. “Hey,” he says, finally lowering his arms. “Look. You know that as your friend, I’m really happy for you. Happy for Jungkook, too. It’s just…”

“I know,” you respond softly.

Depths, you do.

Hoseok nods, choosing to stay quiet because he knows how deeply the problem weighs on your conscience. Deciding between your heart and your country is no trivial matter. Depths; even in your head, it does not sound simple.

“Yoongi will be here soon,” Hoseok says at last, changing the subject. The pity in his gaze does not lessen. “He has been unnecessarily smug the past couple of days, so perhaps this means good news for you.”

Fleetingly, you smile. “Either that,” you say, pushing yourself off the wall, “or he has finally figured out how to get Taehyung to stop following him around.”

“He likes it,” laughs Hoseok, following you out of the cabins. “As much as the sea witch likes to pretend he doesn’t need anyone, he enjoys attention as much as the next merman.”

“Perhaps,” you agree, coming to a stop at the rail. Sea wind ruffles your hair, looking down at the shore. On the horizon, you see a faint line of smudges descending from the castle. Jungkook. “But if anyone knows how to survive alone, it would be Yoongi.”

“Mm.” Hoseok nods, thoughtful. “Survival isn’t quite the same thing as happiness though. Perhaps he deserves both.”

“He?” Your lips quirk.

Hoseok laughs quietly. “You, as well.”

“Your advice contradicts itself.”

“What can I say.” Hoseok shrugs. “The head and the heart are divorced for a reason. They rarely agree.”

“And if I were to listen to only one?” you ask, unable to look away from the shore. It has only been two days since you saw him and still, your entire body aches from his absence.

Hoseok remains silent, staring as well. “I’m afraid only you can answer that question, Princess.”

#Paralian character ask game

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sheridans-boys · 5 years

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Thank you for explaining it to me…..well! Here i go-

Alex could not help but panic. She felt like the world was closing in. She needed space to breath but at the same time she did not want to be alone and her heart wanted to reach out to grab an anchor before she lost herself. Her best kept secret, was suddenly exposed and her walls came crumbling down. She was panicking and sobbing in the arms of Sheridan. The events of the disasterous evening kept playing in her mind again and agian.

She and Sheridan had gone to her house to work on a project. She had thought that it would be fine as her father was out on a business trip and her step mother was usually out of the house, spending hours entertaining herself. Alex was afraid to bring Sheridan home, but this time they were working on a deadline and her house was the closest to the campus. Immersed in work, both of them lost the track of time, but finished the project just before dinner time.

Looking at the clock Alex said, “Lemme go and get something for us to snack on!! I am starving! After wrapping this up, let us go out for dinner to celebrate the completion of this evil, soul-sucking homework project!”

Sheridan laughs,enjoying her best friends joy at completing their homework,“ Sure Alex, whatever you want! But don’t let the boys hear you! I doubt that they would be happy when you compare evil with homework. That reminds me, what happened the other day when Kookie came to pick us up? I saw that you two were sort of arguing?”

*rolls eyes* “Jungkook was being annoying, Sheridan!”, Alex complains,“ I don’t know why but he suddenly beacame hostile when James came to return the book he had borrowed from me in the class. He kept glaring at him till he went away and then turned to me, and started scolding me!! Scolding!!! And me!! Going on about how I should stay away from such creatures called human boys! I told him that James was an aquintance who wanted help in class nothing more but he would not listen!!”

Sheridan laughed and said, “ He came and complained at home that you were not listening to him any more and how his fav little sister had turned rebellious! Tae and Jimin were escatic at the news and started making bets on who would your new fav as they claimed that Kook had himself to blame for that!”

Alex smiled, touched that she had found such caring people. Hearing her growling stomach, she barked a laugh and ran out of her room towards the kitchen just to collide with something. She heard something fall and shatter but when she looked up, all happiness drained out of her.

Her father was standing near a broken glass of whiskey and was glaring at her angrily. Alex felt helpless, she knew that her father was drunk and no amount of begging or pleading or apologising would stop what was going to happen. She tried her best to remain out of the way of her family, because she knew that her father hated her and only torelated her beacuse of his so called image in he society. But behind the doors, she had become intimately familiar with her father’s temper and his heavy hand. Even a slight provocation, like even being in the same room, set her father off, and he would usually blow out his fuse. Staring from verbally abusing her and then beating her senselessly with whatever he could find. Thankfully up till now, he had stopped before she could land herself in hospital but remained in constant pain the coming days. Being always happy and surrounded by friends, people could never imagine what happened behind the doors.

Today was not a good day, Alex could sense it. Seeing her father furious, she became paralysed with shock and fear, “ D-Dad….i-i am so sorry…” was all she could utter when the screaming profanities started. She felt helpless and afraid and trembled all over.

Sheridan dropped the books she was packing in shock when she heard the screaming. She rushed downstairs and was utterly shocked when she saw Alexandria’s father screaming at her and Alex just standing with hunched shoulders. Everyone who had previously met Alexandria’s father had said nothing but good words.

But Sheridan had felt something was off when she met him coz of the snide remarks he had made about demons.

When she saw him lift his hand to slap Alexandria, Sheridan felt like someone had poured cold water at her, and she rushed to intervene. Sheridan believed that regarding abuse there were three types of people in the world- The Abuser, The Abused, and the Bystander. Take even one of them out of the equation, and the world would be a happy place. Sheridan refused to be the Bystander and the determination to help her best friend out of here gave her a clarity on how to proceed. She jumped in between them and took the hit. Her father was shocked speechless and Sheridan took the opportunity to kick him in the balls hard and proceeded to drag Alex out of there. Sheridan knew that the boys would be furious on Alexandria’s behalf, coz they had come to love her too as their little sister, proclaiming that she was one of the humans who were sincere in their feelings. All of them loved spending time with Alex when they could, she could give them human company and indulged with them in their hobbies without drooling over them. Sheridan could not wait to tell the boys.

(Well, I hope that was something that you can work with author-nim! Thank you for providing me with an opportunity to write. I want to write about how the boys cuddled and comforted Alexandria, but I was not confident enough to write that out. (I screamed like a banshee when i had read Jimin saying to Alex “sweetheart, we will not……! Oh!! The FEEEELLLLLSSS!! How can I write such amazing dialogues! *pouts*) I had also imagined someone in hyung line chiding Alex coz of some self depreciating remarks she makes abt herself, but then I drew blank!!

*groans* writing is such a hard task! I definitely have a new found respect for you!! I had fun though! Please do not hold back from criticising what i have written. *puppy dog eyes* I would love to hear about how I can improve on my writing work. ‘Be my teacher’ ;)

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Sheridan was no fool. Not when it came to her friends and those she cared about. Sure; she was naive to a fault and often oblivious and never saw the bad in anyone when it came to herself; though thankfully the boys made sure she didn’t really have to worry about that anymore; but when it came to others? She didn’t enjoy reading body language for nothing and the way Alex would nimbly avoid meeting up at her house every time didn’t go unnoticed by her.

She let it slide however and was ecstatic when she invited her over; figuring whatever had upset her or held her back was gone or that her situation had changed. Working on the project and their conversation came easily...they weren't best friends for nothing after all. She couldn't help but smirk as they talked about Jungkook and the others and she explained.

Getting those boys to open up to humanity was one heck of a task; Namjoon and Hoseok especially were vehemently against it; and even Yoongi had his doubts but eventually, they all came to care about not only her but Alex as well though in more of a sibling way rather than the sexual and… dare she say romantic relationship she shared with them. But it had happened.

Then their easy suddenly all came to a screeching halt as Alex descended the stairs to get snacks for them. An uneasy feeling settled in her gut. When she heard something shatter that was the last straw and she hopped up; rushing downstairs just as yelling began. She shivered, feeling herself begin to tremble at words all too familiar as she flashed back to her own mother's abusive ex. She quickly got ahold of herself when she saw Alex’s father raise his hand.

She lunged.

“Alex!!”

The loud smack of skin on skin filled the air and he looked down at her in shock and vague disgust at her presence though it quickly turned to pain as Sheridan snarled and kneed him hard like Yoongi had taught her. While he was distracted she swiftly grabbed Alex’s hand and guided her out safely; knowing it wouldn’t be long before the boys found them thanks to the harsh hit causing her cheek to bruise.

"Let's go. You're staying with me and the boys tonight." She mumbled. Once she arrived the boys were on both of them instantly as she knew they would be.

"What the fuck happened to you two?"

Yoongi's voice was cold but only because he was so angry on your behalf.

Sheridan spoke up and explained so Alex wouldn’t have to as they all got together on the couch; voice quiet and somber as she did so. Seokjin tended to her cheek despite her grumble that she was fine and it didn’t really hurt as she explained everything.

“Well, she’s obviously not going back.”

Namjoon snorted out once Sheridan finished her explanation.

“You can stay here however long you need; you know we have the room for it.” Jimin piped up; offering the girl comfort by smiling gently and giving her shoulder a squeeze.

Jungkook couldn’t even form words he was so pissed; merely glaring holes at the front door as he tongued the inside of his cheek in a further show of his irritation. Hoseok walked out quietly, leaving the other 6 boys with her and causing Sheridan’s brow to furrow in worry as she saw a vivid pain that was rare for any of them flash across his face. Seokjin pulled back from checking Sheridan’s bruised cheek; turning his attention to Alex as his expression turned from gentle focus to dark determination.

“...Can we take care of him?”

It was a loaded question and one that had all the boys and Sheridan staring her down. Sheridan had no doubt if she answered yes the boys would all be out the door to make him regret his choices...but she also knew how hard making the choice could hurt; as her own abuse once again flashed through her mind.

She winced.

No matter how she hated Chris...she still didn’t have the strength to not feel frightened at the mere sight of him or the sound of his voice. It made her feel pathetic and weak but she also had ever told the boys...and had no intention to. It was in the past, and it wasn’t like she was even in contact with her Mother(who was still friends with him) and her new husband now anyway so she wouldn’t have to see him again.

She had a new family now.

“It’s 100% your decision. Feel free to take all the time you need.”

She mumbled quietly as she threw an arm around her shoulders; empathizing more than Alex probably even realized.

(Lmaooo you did just fine!! Just so you know in the future though; there’s no need to control either the boys or OC(Sheridan)! That’s my job so it makes it a bit confusing to respond to. No biggie though! I was once a beginner at full-on descriptive roleplaying too many years ago so I get it! I’m getting back into roleplaying myself so forgive me if this isn’t my best work lol.

The boys will be more integral once you respond again I was just handling setup but I’ll be sure to include what you mentioned! It’s always best to just respond to what’s directed at your character last; since that’s basically where I’m leaving off the story for you to pick up if that makes sense? I hope I’m explaining this well enough lol. Don’t feel pressured to match my length by the way! My starters are always hella long...I adapt to my partner!)

#submission #tempus anon #tp! sheridan answers #tp! boys answer

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hoseokmylovesworld · 5 years

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Picture of Love | 06

Pairing: Photographer!Hoseok x OC x Producer!Yoongi

Genre/Warnings: Hoseok AU/Yoongi AU/Includes strong language.

Words: 3,047

Summary: Charlotte Galloway is the leader of the up and coming girl band, “She-Bang”, with a side hustle as a photographer for anyone who will hire her. She meets a fellow professional photographer named Jung Hoseok who helps “She-Bang” realize their dreams and Charlotte to make a love connection along the way.

Entering the hotel, the girls continue to prod and poke me with questions that I have yet to answer. The boys say goodnight and go to their room as the girls make themselves comfortable on my bed before I can even enter the room. "Goodness me." I say as I sit on Leyah's bed across from them awaiting judgement.

"So...?! Where did this guy come form and why is he kissing you on the cheek?!" Carrie kicks off the questioning once more, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. I laugh lightly to myself before answering. "Um, technically we met at Evan's club after that gig last Sunday." I stop and wait for them to take in this information. "We swapped info the next day at the local park... and...yeah." I awkwardly trail off, awaiting their response. It was silent for a few moments, I assume because they were thinking of their next approach. "Do you like him?" Vicky speaks, causing me to freeze.

I was expecting this question of course, but I never anticipated how the girls would react to my answer. How was I to answer anyway? Surely they would be disappointed if I told them the truth, if I told them I was merely attracted to him and planned to only sleep with him I'd be lying and I just couldn't do that. "Um...it's complicated. I guess. Because...uh..." Fuck.

"It's okay if you do you know?" I drag my gaze from the floor to where the voice was heard, which was a person I never thought I would hear say these words. Leyah.

"What?" Was all I could utter.

"It's alright if you like him. It's not the end of the world." She answers with a lopsided, half smirk. I'm speechless. "But I-I said all those things. I told you-forced you to be like me...miserable." As the words leave my mouth, I realize this is the first time I'm admitting this aloud and I feel like shit for it. I forced them live in fear of affection and love for two years just because I was and after admitting to myself that I feel something for J-Hope, I see how utterly wrong I was for that. "I'm sorry." I say, too scared too look at them so I look to floor once more. I feel arms wrap around my shoulders and my face is shoved into Vicky's neck, that's when I notice the tears that started to fall from my eyes as they cascaded down her shoulder.

"Don't apologize. You found someone you're fond of." She said, I could tell she was smiling just by listening to her, but her choice of words put me off. "And that's what scares me." I say into her shoulder. She loosens her grip on me enough to look me in the eye and I see the girls over shoulder, still on the bed, both holding comforting gazes. "We know...but I think you should just...let it happen." I whimper at the thought. "I know, I know, it's easier said than done, but Char, it's been two years since He Who Shall Not Be Named fucked everything up...I say it's a sign. Just give it a try? I mean for crying out loud, he called you, excuse my language, Charlotte and you didn't gouge his eyes out!"

I think back and laugh realizing she was right. I didn't let the girls, or the boys call me by my whole name, I only let my ex call me that once in a blue moon and I didn't even notice J-Hope hasn't called me anything, but that. I laugh some more, wiping away the tears. "You're right."

"Damn right she's right! The whole table was shook when he did that!" Carrie exclaimed. Leyah just nods with a smile. I go to sit on the bed with the girls.

"Are you all sure about th-"

"Yes!" They all practically shout in my ear. I smile in response. "Okay." More silence befalls the group before Carrie speaks up.

"Does this mean I can date now?" She asks sheepishly. I turn to her. "Yes Carrie. I'm so sorry I did that to you all."

"No more apologies, we know why you did it. And we followed you for a reason. Trust me if we didn't believe in your rule we would have overruled you years ago." Leyah explains with a laugh. "I love you guys." I say absent-mindedly. "We love you too." They say collectively.

"So when are you going to see him again?" Vicky asks, causing everyone to laugh. But it was obvious the girls were all wondering the same thing.

"Uh, tomorrow actually." I say with a hint of a smile on my face the mention of our date.

"Wait, seriously? And you weren't going to tell us?" Leyah asks offensively. "I was still in the middle of figuring out how to tell you about him. I'm sorry."

Leyah settles down a little. "It's okay...so what are you going to where?" I roll my eyes at her. "I have no idea."

"Then I guess it's time to get to work ladies." Vicky says already heading to my closet. Lord help me.

The girls and I initially go with an edgy, sexy all black outfit, but after I told them where J-Hope was taking me, they decided it was best to save that outfit for another day and to go with something more classy.

It's not something I would normally wear on a date, but then again I've never been on a date to Gary Danko and honestly this is the most excited I've been for a date in a long time.

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It was finally Saturday and even though I didn't have to be anywhere until eight o'clock I couldn't stay in bed any longer. I eat cereal, I read, I surf the web, I fucking color. Anything to get my mind off of texting J-Hope. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be this giddy about someone. Soon the girls join me in my antics around the hotel room whilst asking me questions about J-Hope, which I was happy to answer.

"Have you had sex yet?" Leyah asks, shocking us all.

"Leyah!" Vicky gasps.

"What? It's not like Char here is an angel." Leyah sends me playful eyes and a set of jumping eyebrows. I just laugh. She's not wrong.

"Haha, uh, no...we have not." I reply timidly.

"Wow. And you've known him for over a week. Must be special." Leyah smirks smugly.

"Shut. Up." I say lowly.

Soon enough it was 7:46, I was getting dressed, my hair and makeup were done. The girls stand around watching me, making me nervous for god knows why. I decide to ignore them, afraid that if I open my mouth Leyah will spew some nonsense about how special J-Hope is me.

As I put on my jewelry I get a text from J-Hope.

I'm outside the entrance. Your move ;). 7:58. Smooth motherfucker.

I look myself over in the mirror and grab my purse. The girls send me off with words of encouragement. "Have fun and don't fuck it up." Leyah yells at me on my way out. And some not so encouraging words I guess.

Exiting the hotel, I am met with the sight of J-Hope leaning on his Range Rover out front with his hands in the pockets of his obviously tailored black suit.

"You look amazing." He says genuinely upon me approaching him. Just take the compliment Char my brain screams at me as I try to reject it.

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." I reply.

"Thank you. I told you I would be here on time." He said smugly, holding his iPhone up to display the time. 7:59.

"You just live to please don't you?" I approach him with a pleased smile.

"If that's what you want me to do." He says with a little too much confidence. It makes me cringe and melts my heart all at the same time. "Ugh, you're so sleazy." I laugh.

"What?!" J-Hope gasps in mock offense. "You heard me." I say with a pleasant smile. He returns it while shaking his head and then opens the door for me. "Thank you." I say as I get in. "No problem." He replies, closing the door and making his way to the other side. J-Hope and I make small talk on our way to the restaurant and it feels natural as always. I can't remember the last time I was this free and comfortable with a new person in my life. He opens the door for me again when we arrive and leads me in, resting a hand on my lower back with no complaints from me.

Walking into the restaurant I begin to wonder what J-Hope sees in me again. This was the fanciest place I'd been to in a long time. The walls were rich brown and red wood with mirrors scattered throughout. There was dazzling, abstract artwork and beautiful sculptures in every corner, accompanied by exotic and vibrant flower arrangements.

There were intricate, black chandeliers that dimly lit the room with help from the tan candles on each table. The chairs and tables were nothing to get excited over, but altogether the aura of this place screamed money. It kind of made me feel like I didn't belong. But feeling J-Hope's proud hand still resting on my back and seeing his occasional gaze at my stunned face from the corner of my eye, I knew better.

"Reservation for Jung. Two." J-Hope tells the hostess once we approach the podium. The blonde haired girl wearing a black colored shirt and dark eye make-up checked her list and smiled at us. "Right this way." She replied grabbing two menus. She leads us to the back of one of their many dining rooms where she sat us in a little nook in the wall disguised as a booth. "Thank you." we each tell the hostess as she tells us a waiter is on their way to serve us and then she leaves us.

"You know I woulda pulled out your chair, but we're in a booth." J-Hope starts. I laugh immediately. "Oh, I bet you would have."

"Just as long as you know." He says playing along, but not playing at all. I open up the menu and am not surprised to see that the first price is $99.00. I'm tempted to rub my eyes and try that one again, but then I remember where I am. A five star restaurant where the rich and even celebrities drop in on vacation. It makes me wonder about J-Hope's job as a photographer.

"So what are you getting?" He asks abruptly. "Uhhh..." I focus on the menu and realize there are so many options. Damn me for being an indecisive Libra. "I actually have no idea." I laugh. J-Hope proceeds to ask me what I like and what I'm in the mood for and to tell me his favorite dishes so I go off of that. We each ended up enjoying a four course meal filled with seafood, meat, cheese, sweets, wine and delightful conversation. We reach the topic of J-Hope's family and I can only hope he won't ask about mine in turn. Still not ready to have that conversation with him.

"So...you made your parents...stroke you as a child?" I ask attempting to leave out the judgement that came with the question, but failing. "They did it! I didn't make them!" He defended. "Plus it helped me fall asleep." He added.

"I see." I lean back in my seat and pretend to analyze what I just heard with a thumb and a finger to my chin. "You take that judgement right out of your voice." He playfully points a finger in my direction. "I would never!" I offer energetically. "Also this stays between us." He declared more seriously causing me to giggle. "Of course." I assure him. "...Pinky swear?" he offers pinky to me across the table. I look at it silently for a moment before realizing. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Dead." Is all he responds with making me giggle once more before reaching out to lock my pinky with his. "Pinky swear." I repeat. When he doesn't let go, I send him a questioning look. He looks at our hands and then at me and says "Oh, I was just trying to find an excuse to hold your hand." I laugh out loud this time, probably inflating J-Hope's ego ten-fold.

"Smooth, but...you don't need an excuse." I say as I unlink our pinkies and link the rest of our fingers and set our hands on the table. "Smooth indeed." was J-Hopes reply. I can hear my conscience telling me to stop, that I don't know what I'm getting myself into. But in this moment that seems damn near perfect, I decide to take the girls' advice and just go with it.

The ride back to the hotel was comfortable, like the moments spent reminiscing after waking up from a pleasant dream. J-Hope pulls up to the back entrance of the hotel as I requested because it's easier for me to get to my room that way. J-Hope makes no move to get out of the car so neither do I. "So did you have a good time?" He asks with a smirk.

"You know that I did, if my non-stop babbling about how amazing everything was, was anything to go by." I mocked. J-Hope laughs lightly and turns to me. "I'm glad...but if you remember our conversation from earlier this week, I do believe I was promised, how you say, 'a strong possibility' of a kiss." He raises his right brow and grins at me. Shit can I get pregnant from that?

"Um, I do remember that, yes." I stutter. "So?" He says still grinning, just waiting for my say so. It's now or never, we gotta set the record straight.

"About that, uh..."

"You don't want to." He turns his body back to the front, but keeps his eyes on me, disappointed. I panic.

"No! Nononononono. Of course I do-"

"I feel a 'but' coming on." J-Hope mutters, his hard yet saddened eyes looking straight ahead.

"Can I speak for myself now?" I snap. He turns to me.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Concern in his eyes.

"It's okay." I look down. "It's just that...I haven't been in a relationship that required effort or that wasn't just sex without commitment in two years and my last actual relationship didn't end too well." J-Hope's eyes soften in interest. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...can we maybe take things slow?" No matter how much I wanna fuck you, I should probably pace myself.

"I get it Charlotte, we can take things as slow as you'd like...But just to make sure, you do wanna see me again right?" his eyebrows furrowed and I chuckled at him. What did I do to deserve this man? "Of course, I do." I assure him. "Okay good, haha." He laughs nervously and gets out to let me out of the car.

Half-way to the door I hear "How about just one kiss?"

"J-Hope!" I chide, playfully.

"Just one! I swear, you can choose what kind, you can pull away whenever you want." He implores. Wow, he is kind of begging for it. I give him a playful side eye, studying his raised eyebrows and eager expression. "One kiss!" I emphasize holding my index finger up. He mimics me and repeats "Just one."

"Okay then." Upon hearing this, J-Hope relaxes and reaches for my face with his right hand. I feel my ear slot between his index and middle finger as he cups my cheek with his palm and never looks away from my eyes. He leans in all the way and there is no turning back now. I close my eyes and lean in as well.

Soon I feel his lips mold themselves to mine. My body immediately floods with heat and desire and...the color red? Whatever that means. I start to move my lips and J-Hope follows me. I find myself raising my right hand to rest against his chest and it slowly makes it's way to wrap around his neck. I had no idea a kiss without tongue could be this sensual.

Although neither of us are exerting much energy, J-Hope and I find ourselves out of breath and I have to pull away. J-Hope and I make meaningful eye contact, still wrapped in each other. "That was one kiss right?" I ask quickly still catching my breath. "Totally." J-Hope replied instantly making us both burst out laughing. We each compose ourselves, separate from each other and J-Hope walks me the rest of the way to the door.

"Goodnight Charlotte." He finally says. "Goodnight J-Hope." I watch him walk back to his car. "I'll call you!" He shouts. "You better!" I shout back making him chuckle. I walk into the hotel through the lobby, heading for the elevator when I hear Darren's voice.

"Was that him?" I turn to see him resting a chair with a drink in his hand, probably from the bar down the hall, his gaze focused on the window where J-Hope's car could be seen pulling off. I panic for a second realizing he saw that whole exchange. Get it together Char, Darren missed his chance, we don't have to prove anything to him. I clear my throat. "If you mean J-Hope then yes...That was him." I say as confidently as possible. He nods slowly as if lost in thought. I roll my eyes and begin to walk away.

"Char!" I hear Darren call, I turn to him. "Yes?" He looks at me. opens his mouth and then closes it. "Nothing." he finally says. I nod once and head straight to my room.

That’s what I thought.

#j-hope fanfic #suga fanfic #junghoseok #minyoongi #bts #btsfanfiction #AMBW #kpop #sugardaddyj-hope

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parkjmini · 6 years

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Outlier | 06

poly!au: park jimin x reader x kim jennie while your lovers said they needed you, you wondered if they knew how much you needed them. word count: 1748 genre: angst/fluff warnings: explicit language

[an]: this is just a quick filler chapter and it’s a little rushed :// im sorry for not updating for a while or being less frequent on tumblr. i had been super emo bc of college admissions but guys!! gr8 fucking news!! i got into my dream schools after sooo many rejections from other schools. im also not going to be updating/MIA for the upcoming week bc i have to practice for a 20 min presentation that will determine if i graduate jfc that im doing on friday ugh

prologue . 01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07

The hospital wouldn’t let you leave. Your conditions had gotten worse and they needed you to stay in the clinic for the doctors’ to closely monitor your behavior. That meant scheduled meals, frequent chemotherapy treatments, more blood tests. Even though you did nothing at the hospital, everything made you feel extremely exhausted and your arms were bruised from the constant needles being poked into your skin.

Living at the hospital meant no more art classes or school. You couldn’t finish your college classes at your institution because you couldn’t leave. The school suggested to finish the credits through online courses, but it only caused you to lash out more. You hated what the cancer had done to your life. It robbed it. You were just existing now.

You weren’t sure if you saw Jimin and Jennie less now or before during when you all lived together. They came to see you every day, if it wasn’t the both of them, it was one of them. You also saw Jungkook and Hoseok more often as well. You weren’t alone, because everyone’s visits managed to never cross.

Hoseok came usually around the late mornings to afternoons, mainly every other day or whenever he could. Jungkook came during the evenings, when Hoseok had to leave for his classes. Jimin came around the night, staying way past visiting hours. The nurses looked at him one night crying by your bedside and knew that visiting hours didn’t apply to him. Jennie came in the early mornings until Hoseok arrived and before she left for classes. The only time Jimin and Jennie visited together is when they didn’t have classes — those days were off limits for Hoseok and Jungkook.

The only times you’re alone is between the hours of when Jimin leaves and when Jennie arrives, but Jimin waits until you fall asleep to go home. You would say that your individual relationships grew more intimate, but you were afraid of Jennie and Jimin lacking moments.

Hoseok and Jimin wouldn’t speak about their friendship to you, so you were unsure if they were even best friends anymore. You couldn’t help but feel like all of this was your fault.

Hoseok was the one who sat with you during your chemo sessions because he’s the only one who has ever seen you that valuable. You wouldn’t allow anyone else to join you on your treatments and always asked them to wait for you in the room. Those days were the hardest to get through because the nurses did a poor job at distracting you of anything.

“Hey baby,–” Jimin walked in as a nurse was helping you up from your bed. She paused and smiled at him.

“Hello Jimin.” She gleamed, almost as if she thought he called her his baby. You rolled your eyes and fidgeted to get her attention.

“Hey, I’m going to a chemo session. I’ll be back in a few—”

Jimin set his things down and helped you on your other side, “–I’ll just join you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s okay, stay here. I tell you this every time.”

“Yeah and I listen to you every time, which I knew after the first time, I shouldn’t because you come in a crying mess after it all. I know you let Hoseok go with you, but he’s not here now. I am, so let me be there for you.” Jimin stared intensely into your glossy eyes and the nurse waited for your consent before moving you.

A switch flipped in your heart. Those annoying heavy thuds of your heart went off. The redness in your cheeks radiating. You nodded and grabbed onto him for more balance.

He rambled on about how his day went as he walked you down the hall into one of the million rooms in the hospital. The nurse strapped you up to begin your session and Jimin sat on your other side.

Your mind always whirled before it all started, never really prepared for when the needle pierced through your skin. However, Jimin didn’t let you focus too much on it. He held onto your hand so tight and squeezed it repeatedly to draw your attention back to his presence. He talked continuously, merely rambles about the most random things that he encountered when driving or on campus.

He made you feel 100 times better, even way better than when Hoseok came with you. Maybe it was the fact that he was your boyfriend, so his touch and his voice calmed your anxiety.

“You really wouldn’t believe it, but Karen is going to go to her sorority formal with Trevor even though she already promised Garret. The guy was really pissed when he found out and started to rip each other’s throats out right in front of the lecture hall. I had my money on Garret, considering the dude is yolked, and Yoongi couldn’t give two shits about the fight but I made him bet anyways. He thought Garret was going to win too, but that’s not how a bet works, y’know? We can’t bet on the same person because who would owe who the money? But he didn’t care and said that he’d buy me food either way, which is great because that would mean that I win anyways.” Jimin kept his eyes locked on yours, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek to soothe you. His eyes never strayed to the massive syringe in your other arm or the nurse injecting it.

At that moment, he only knew you.

And you were unsure if the pain you felt was from the chemo or the burning sensation that came from your heart.

“…so who won?” You barely peeped out and Jimin lit up with excitement, stars in his beautiful, big eyes.

“Yoongi.” Jimin smiled and you gave him a confused expression. “It turns out Yoongi and Karen were already talking and had been secretly dating this entire time. She’d been trying to get him jealous by saying yes to all those guys, so he would step up and ask her to formal. He walked right in the middle of the fight, and I thought he was going to get punched into pulp, but they both calmly stepped away as Yoongi stood in between the two buff men. He told them that neither of them were taking Karen to formal and that he was already going with her because he’s her boyfriend. They all laughed until Karen jumped into his arms and kissed him in front of everyone, yelling ‘that’s my baby!’ and Yoongi threaten to cut them open for a lab, y’know how he’s a biology major, if they didn’t both leave them alone.”

“What?” You wanted to laugh, but you weren’t suppose to move. However, hearing Jimin’s melodic chuckle made you smile. He leaned in and gave your silly, yet confused face a quick peck.

“I told you that you weren’t going to believe it.” His toothy grin brighten up the dark, gloomy session room and you didn’t regret having him there with you one bit.

“What’s Jennie doing?” You asked as you fluffed Jimin’s raven hair. He rested on your chest as you both laid in your hospital bed. The only sounds were the monitor running and the light sounds of your breathing.

“Stuck at the internship.” He mumbled into your sheets.

“Why aren’t you there?” Staring at the ceiling, the street lamps cast shadows above you as people passed by on the street.

Jimin turned, his arm placed at either side of your body. His frown caught your attention as his face inched close to yours. “I quit.”

“You what?” You said rather loudly. He put his hand over your mouth to hush you. You licked him and he giggled at your wet touch. “Jimin, I told you not change anything in your life to accommodate to me.”

“Oh, but you know I love accommodating to the love of my life. Plus, I didn’t even need it. I have other opportunities waiting for me, babe. You mean a lot more to me than an internship.” He explained.

You rolled your eyes, in a playful manner. “Well don’t go shitting on Jen.”

“Her values are different. Also, the people there are crazy about her and rave about her existence.” Jimin laughed and you cupped his squishy cheeks.

“Says the one that is also just as crazy about her.”

“But I don’t rave about her existence, that’s the difference. It’ll make her head too big and then it’ll roll right off her shoulders.” You giggled and kissed him sweetly.

“I love you. I love Jen. I love us.” You marveled and your boyfriend’s glossy eyes stared back at you. His hands held onto yours as he kissed your dainty finger tips.

“I’m sorry for everything I put you through, (Y/N). I’ve been an incredibly horrible boyfriend to you and you deserved so much more attention from me. I love you, I really do. When Jennie suggested the idea to me about bringing you into our relationship, I became hesitant because I knew I wasn’t capable of spreading my love enough for two people.” His tears ran down his round, supple face.

Jimin wouldn’t let go of your hands, so you leaned in to kiss his forehead instead. “So.. what changed?”

“You changed me, as cheesy as it sounds, (Y/N), you changed my concept of love. You were always my close friend, who I wanted to protect with my life. After you joined us, I wanted to do more than protect you. I wanted to love you and for fuck sakes, did that hit me like a truck. I was so scared of never showing you enough of how much I loved you and then my worst fears actually came true. I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

Seeing Jimin cry had been a rare sight, and you hoped to never see him cry ever again. It hurt too much to watch the pain and sadness ruin his happiness. You were speechless and felt horrible for blaming the two for your own emotions. “Don’t apologize, Jimin. Just prove it to me.”

“You fucking bet I will. I’m going to take care of you until you’re sick of me.” Jimin chuckled, his voice turning raspy as it got more into the night. He cuddled back into your side and hugged you tightly. Your eyelids fell over your tired eyes and you silently wished that you had more time to live.

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tayegi · 5 years

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Hi Lu, how are you? I hope you're doing well. Ch 11 was just overall amazing. Even though I've never been in a relationship, I felt as though I connected with her. My heart broke for her and jk. For OC to build a lot of courage to confess is brave of her. It shows us that no matter how strong of a person you are, there are some things that are hard to face. Jk, wow. His past relationship really messed him up to believe that emotions are weak. (1/?)

vickyyy97 said:I want to understand his way of thinking when it comes to love and relationships, how he got to that mindset. For Yoongi, I love how you wrote that even if society today is open-minded, it is still scary because you don't want to lose you love ones because no one knows how they will react or of the environment one is raised in. I really want to hold Yerin and tell her that it will be okay as well as Yoongi, but sometimes we get stuck on what to say. (2/?)

vickyyy97 said:The last scene.. I was left speechless. I had to read it twice because it's that good. When oc said that it will be easy to get over him, I felt as though he wanted to stop her from getting over him, but I think he was scared to do that. Scared because he doesn't want to get hurt. Scares because he is afraid that when he does let her in, the pain will be much worse than his last relationship. When oc called for him, he immediately smiles. (3/?)

vickyyy97 said:The way he kissed and held her shows that he must have feelings for her. He has to have feelings for her, but life doesn't go the way we want it to. And when the fratmates were just laughing at what was happening really irks me. Like what? Why has it come to the point were showing feelings is considered weak? Why are men scared to show their true feelings? It something that will always be a mystery for me. I hope jk can slowly heal himself from the past as well as oc healing herself. (4/?)

vickyyy97 said:I am so sorry for sending so many parts! I hope I'm not annoying you with my way of thinking. I really love your stories. New rules will be one of my favorite fics. If this was published, bet money that I will be first in line hahaha. Please rest Lu! I wish I could meet you in person. I feel like you are great person to be around with. Stay healthy and happy! Love you Lu! 💜💜💜 (5/5)

Don’t apologize for this at all! there is literally nothing i love more than hearing your reactions! i never know what you guys think when i release a chapter, since it’s totally different from an author’s pov, so it really makes me happy like nothing else to hear your thoughts and reactions! thank you so much bb and i love you too

#new rules #new rules ch 11 #vickyyy97

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iamtaekooked · 6 years

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The Seven Signs || MYG

Genre: A little bit of everything

Word count: 11.3 k (this is one long mother effing imagine)

Summary:

There are certain things Min Yoongi never does. NEVER. So when the boys start noticing the changes, they clue into whats going on. But it seems like Yoongi and you are the only ones who don’t know because well he is him and you are you.

A/N: I wrote this about a year ago when I was just getting into BTS. I was going through Yoongi feels at the time. But since its a new year I decided to tweak this a bit and post it for you guys. Enjoy!

The boys sit around in a circle in the middle of the night, their voices a hushed whisper. Namjoon sits as the the facilitator of the small group which has broken out into an argument. An argument about whether or not their fellow member Min Yoongi has fallen in love with you or not.

The mix of whisper yelling and arguments begins to make Namjoon agitated when in reality was the one that introduced the idea to the other boys. He noticed Yoongi’s unusual behaviour first and clued the boys in, who then began to notice signs of their own.

But sitting in the midst of the chaos called conversation among BTS members, his head begins to take on a splitting headache. He gently massages his temples, and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration for his attempts to get them to listen to him fail not once, not twice but over a dozen times.

“Okay shut up” he actually yells and the other 5 boys freeze immediately as his voice carries thought the silent dorm. They all look at each other in horror for the fear of having woken up Yoongi, who sleeps soundly in his room, unaware that his love life has become a topic of heated discussion among his friends.

1.) The Unbelievable amount of smiling

Namjoon figures it out first. It doesn’t happen in a moment, rather it is a culmination of the many past conversations he has observed between you and Yoongi. He has known Yoongi the longest and its not a hidden secret that the older boy is a man of few words but even more so he is a man of fewer smiles. Namjoon knows it’s not because Yoongi is unemotional rather he is way too practical in his ways.

There were exceptions on certain days when Yoongi felt over the moon, but the general consensus remains that Yoongi does not smile much. Even when Namjoon and Yoongi were first introduced to each other the older boy had remained very formal in his greeting, yet despite his stiff and serious manner he came off across as respectful. In fact since that day Namjoon barely remembered times when Yoongi had actually smiled. Not just smiling for the sake of it, because he could tell when his hyung was faking it, but genuinely smiling. In all the years of knowing the man and having shared private conversations Namjoon still cannot point a single time (except for when he adopted Holly as his pet) when Yoongi really smiled. It was rare to come by.

The fact doesn’t really change until recent when Namjoon begins to notice that Yoongi’s lips refuse to stay in a thin straight line like usual around you. He notices the boy smiles way too much for his own good. So much so that Namjoon can’t help but burst into laughter simply from being in disbelief about the whole situation, in addition to Yoongi being blind to what’s staring him in the face.

When he confronts Yoongi about in the most casual manner possible he is only met with a blank stare and silence from his hyung. He isn’t even surprised that it’s how Yoongi responds because that is just the general response from him to most things. Not all but most.

“Are you saying that I don’t know how to smile or that I am not allowed to” Yoongi asks after a while breaking the stretch of silence.

“I am just asking why you have been smiling so freaking much. Honestly hyung it’s actually scaring the crap out of me” Namjoon shrugs as Yoongi glares daggers at him.

“I don’t know. I guess I am just happy” Yoongi deadpans

“Because of y/n?” the younger boy chooses to phrase the fact as a question and immediately diverts his eyes before he can see the look of pure dislike on Yoongi’s face.

“What are you trying to suggest Namjoonie?” the older boy’s voice sounds menacing, almost as if he is gritting his teeth

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just.. you know curios is all” and with those last words he leaves the room for Namjoon really doesn’t feel like dying today.

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Namjoon comes back to dorm from practice and as soon as he enters the place he spots your shoes. As he enters even further he can hear sounds of laughter emanating from the living room where he discovers you and Yoongi chatting, and once more Yoongi is smiling. He is smiling the way he does only for Holly and Yoongi loves Holly.

The smile stretches to his eyes and they crinkle and Namjoon can tell he is happy in your company. It is such a stark contrast to the tight lipped ‘smile’ that usually appears on his lips that Namjoon can’t decide between feeling positively shocked and seriously awed.

For a second Namjoon thinks his lips might fall off his face if he keeps it up. If he is being honest he sort of feels horrified looking at Min Yoongi smiling.

The feeling stems from a few reasons. One being that Yoongi barely even says words to the boys when they are all together in the dorm. Second he is so used to seeing the man straight faced that when he sees the sickeningly bright smile on his face, he can’t help but think Yoongi has lost it. And it’s not even the kind of polite, respectful smile when two people engage in a conversation. No. It’s the kind of smile that screams I really like you but I am such an idiot that I am blind to my own feelings.

Lastly, as smiley as he is around you (and even more blind to his feelings) he is just as much a menace to the boys after.

For instance when you leave, the expressionless look is back on his face and becomes the Min Yoongi everyone is used to. He doesn’t even spare Taehyung when the boy wants to place his head on his lap and drift off to sleep. Yoongi knows Taehuyng needs some sort of physical touch to be able to sleep but he doesn’t have it.

Namjoon finds it hard to believe how quickly Yoongi can change when moments ago he could have been mistaken for a freaking angel with his bright smile and unusually polite manner. This is why he hates it when you leave because then the 6 of them are left to deal with Yoongi’s feelings of bitterness and frustration which might or might not stem from you leaving in the first place, but ofcourse Yoongi himself is very blind to the fact so he takes it out on the members.

Yoongi glares at Taehyung so hard that Namjoon feels the need to intervene before Tae starts to make the pouty face and possibly throw a little bit of a tantrum.

“Taehyung- ah hyung will lend you his lap. Come here” Namjoon pats on his lap and Taehyung happily skips over to him and places his head on Namjoon’s lap and drifts off to sleep.

“I bet you would have let y/n do that..” Namjoon mumbles under his breath, but Yoongi catches it and his head snaps in the younger boy’s direction. But Namjoon is quick to look away, and pretend to busy himself in some crap show playing on the tv.

“Did you say something Joon ah?” and it doesn’t sound in the least bit a question, but more like a threat and it sort of feels like Yoongi is daring him to say something like that again.

“Nothing…” he looks Yoongi dead in the eyes but immediately regrets it as Yoongi tilts his head to the side and raises a very questioning eyebrow at him. It’s the ‘oh really’ look and coming from Yoongi it is more of a warning than anything else.

So Namjoon decides to pay no mind to him and leave him alone just like he prefers but he sort of thinks it’s unfair how partial Yoongi is towards you and how much he tries to terrify them. But he won’t say anything because he would love to see the look on Yoongi’s face since he is in for a rude awakening.

2.) Sharing personal space

It is a universal known fact that Min Yoongi loves his personal space. There is no denying the fact. Like at all. Seokjin knows it too which is why when he used to be roommates with Yoongi he always kept to his side of the room and he did not dare cross the invisible line drawn between their two beds, and closets. His personal space also entailed anything that had to do with his emotions, and his feelings. He was the sort of person who hates for people to read into him because according to him that is intruding his personal space.

However that is not just limited to Yoongi’s possessions or his emotions, but it also applies physically. Yoongi hates getting touched unnecessarily. He isn’t a fan of hugs for the exact reason. Much less cuddling. The day anyone see’s Min Yoongi cuddling is the day pigs learn how to fly. Everyone knows to stay atleast a foot away from him and not hug him or touch him unnecessarily. Hence none of the boys ever try hugging him. Hell Jin is even afraid of slinging an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder.

But Seokjin is very very very shocked to learn that those rules do not apply to you. For Min Yoongi lets you intrude his personal bubble. He even lets you cuddle up to him during the weekly late night movie sessions at the dorm. It leaves Seokjin completely speechless and his jaw drops to the floor quite literally.

As he watches you snuggle into Yoongi, and as Yoongi’s lips curve up into a smile and he takes the opportunity to wrap and arm around your shoulder, Seokjin literally cannot close his mouth. He physically finds it impossible to do so and it’s as if his jaw has been locked into place. Hoseok watches him with a quizzical look from beside and takes the initiative to close Jin’s mouth with his hand but a second later his mouth is open again.

Yoongi doesn’t even say anything. In fact he looks content and happy letting you snuggle into him. Seokjin would even go so far as to say that Yoongi didn’t want to let go.

Jin then remembers all the times Yoongi has claimed you two are just friends and he can’t help but snicker.

How blind can a person be? Ask Yoongi.

All the moments when people around him had even tried to hug him resurface in Jin’s mind and he remembers that during each different instance Yoongi’s response had been the same. He had ensured to put as much space between himself and the other people. He had ensured that no one touched him, and his body had taken on a rigid quality so much so that he began to look unapproachable.

However the sight in front of him tells a tale of something different. Something different that Yoongi hasn’t realized yet.

After the movie ends and everyone leaves, Seokjin sits glued to his spot replaying in his mind the scene from before and he cannot believe it. He cannot believe that Yoongi still claims he is friends with you when he easily crosses the line between platonic and non- platonic all the time. He doesn’t even know he is doing it. At that thought Seokjin begins to laugh. Its quiet at first but then he is full on laughing, like the windshield wiper laugh.

Namjoon pops his head in from the kitchen, curios as to why Seokjin is laughing.

“Yah Yoon- yoon- yoongi…” Seokjin can’t even finish his sentence because he is so surprised and shocked he can’t do anything but laugh.

Namjoon looks at him comically for a while but catches onto what Jin means. “So you know too?” he raises his eyebrows and Jin nods but he is clutching his stomach and he is red in the face.

“Did you see him during the movie? Tell me that wasn’t real and I was dreaming” Jin says

Namjoon shakes his head. “No hyung. That was very real. Yoongi- hyung doesn’t seem to know”

“Which is what makes this funny” and he bursts into laughter again.

Namjoon doesn’t think it’s funny. But as he watches Seokjin laugh a smile begins to spread on his face and soon he collapses on the couch with laughter too. Okay it is a little bit funny how clueless Yoongi is.

3.) The constant nagging and quarrelling

If there is one thing Hoseok has admired Yoongi for its for his ability to keep his nose out of other people’s business. Yoongi has always been pretty good at keeping tabs on himself when it comes to giving people their space.

Hoseok still remembers the time when everyone forced him to eat and kept on nagging him about it but Yoongi had gotten the guys off his back saying he should be given his space and time to figure things out for himself. It really helped him come out of his slump because Yoongi understood all he needed was time. Since then he has admired Yoongi for this quality of his.

It is similar to Hoseok noticing Yoongi increasingly nagging towards you and as such been bickering with you. It happens over the littlest of things and he literally cannot wrap his head around Yoongi’s attitude. Hoseok wants to barf because of how sickeningly concerned Yoongi is being. He hasn’t ever seen him act like it.

Yoongi acts concerned towards them too sometimes taking on the role of a nagging mother and forcing the young ones to sleep well, eat well, dress warmly. But this is something different. The small arguments almost paint Yoongi as overprotective and that is saying something because Yoongi is the most chill guy Hoseok has ever known. Its almost as if its an old married couple bickering with each other. He feels like he is watching his own parents argue. He remembers every couple he has ever known and he keeps feeling the same vibes from you and Yoongi.

Something is definitely different.

And its not the first time he has noticed Yoongi behaving such a way with you. He hasn’t told anyone but the nights when you stayed at the dorm (being that your roommate wasn’t exactly the most welcoming person) to finish up your assignments Yoongi would cover your sleepy figure with a blanket and he would place a glass of water and some vitamin pills on the table for you to take in the morning.

Then when you would ask the next day where the water and pills came from he would put it all on Seokjin. You wouldn’t even doubt it because that kind of thing is right up Seokjin’s alley.

Nor does Hoseok mention the times when Yoongi constantly nags you to eat when you refuse to, and how sometimes he has watched him mutter under his breath some colourful words, for you never listen to him and never take care of yourself and how it sort of worries him. But it totally worries everyone else too and its not jut him.

I keep telling you to eat properly but you never listen to me

And then he forces a spoonful of soup followed by rice in your mouth

You need to drink water to stay hydrated

He then puts a glass of water in front of you and refuses to leave before you finish all the food and the water. He supervises you, to ensure you finish everything.

Seriously y/n what the hell are you thinking. You need to take care of yourself.

Your face is tinted a shade of red as you look sort of alarmed but confused at the same time. All the scolding has you feeling flushed.

“But Yoongi.. I told you-” you are cut off by Yoongi’s hand

“No buts. You need to take care of yourself and thats that. Like seriously y/n I expect better from you”

“Oh yea? Says the one who never takes care of himself. Do you have any clue Yoongi how much it worries me that you never sleep, and never eat properly? I lo-” you stop yourself at the right moment.

Yoongi’s eyes widen the size of saucers and so do yours. He awkwardly clears his throat and shifts on his feet. Your eyes dart around the room, as you fiddle with your hands nervously.

“Yea. Umm now that you have eaten you should rest” Yoongi rubs a hand on his forehead as he passes a weak smile your way and leaves.

Hoseok can’t help but shake his head at the awkward exchange between you two. He really doesn’t get how you don’t see it. Either that or you both are in deep denial. Everyone see’s it but you two.

As much as he loves you and Yoongi, you guys are really stupid.

4.) A sudden love for photography

Jeongguk is the only one who loves photography in the group. The camera is always with him no matter where he goes. Whether that be somewhere in Korea or on tour somewhere else. Jeongguk’s camera never leave’s his side. Neither does anyone ever touch it because he doesn’t want them to mess up all the beautiful photos he has taken. And rightly so because his pictures really are a work of art. They have the perfect lighting, they are taken at the right moment, the colours always balance out and it looks nothing short of professional photography. The only exception to this is Yoongi who has taken a sudden interest in it.

At first when Yoongi asks Jeongguk to teach him, the younger boy is taken aback to say the least. For a few moments he just stares blankly at his hyung and then he smiles widely, happy that someone has finally shown interest in his hobby. He doesn’t think much of Yoongi’s sudden interest because hey everyone can take photographs.

But what Jeongguk forgets is that Yoongi absolutely dislikes taking pictures, be that of himself or other things. He isn’t a fan of it because “Jeongguk ah hyung doesn’t have the natural flair for photography”

So slowly Jeongguk starts teaching him how to ensure the lighting should be right and it should hit at a certain angle. Yoongi learns in the earnest and takes all the tricks and tips very seriously. Jeongguk feels proud of himself for being able to teach Yoongi all the that he knows and his happiness is doubled as he sees how eager Yoongi is to learn.

“Hyung where’s my camera?” He asks Yoongi who had it last in the van.

Yoongi informs him he forgot to bring it back with him so Jeongguk makes his way to the van. He rummages through all the seats but remembers Yoongi was sitting in the back and he finds it in Yoongi’s seat.

Fishing it out with one hand, he sits on one of he seats as he turns it on. Although he trusts Yoongi, he still feels the need to go through all the pictures he had taken to make sure they are still there. He is sort of paranoid when it comes to his camera but he doesn’t care because he absolutely loves it.

He rolls the small dial on the left panel to the left and begins to go through all the photos he has taken. He admires his own work, and smiles as each photo that pops up on the screen brings back happy memories. Memories of moments when he was happy, and some memories of moments when he felt sad.

He is about to turn off the camera when suddenly a picture of you pops up on the screen. He looks at the time stamp and it was taken last week. Last week when you guys went on the camping trip.

The first picture is of you sitting by the fire reading your book. The light hits you at a perfect angle and it completely illuminates your face. It almost gives you an angelic look. The only thing missing is a pair of wings.

The second picture Jeongguk stumbles upon is one that was supposed to be a group photo of all of you holding your roasted marshmallow sticks in your hand, but he is surprised to find that the picture only captured your smiling face. Yoongi took the photo he remembers.

The next one is again of you as you sit with your nose buried in your phone, at the other side of the table, completely unaware you are being clicked. Your hair is a mess but Jeongguk doesn’t think the person on the other side of the camera thought so.

As he scrolls through all the photos from your trip he reaches the conclusion that although the camera was given to Yoongi to capture memorable moments, the man behind the camera captured moments that spoke of his happiness. He captured pictures that spoke of his unspoken feelings, of his unspoken and unrealized love.

All the photos of you.

Jeongguk has known Yoongi enough to know the man isn’t stupid, in the least.

But it seems he is, especially when it comes to you.

Because he leaves all the evidence of his feelings in the camera, making it accessible for the whole world to see.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what all the pictures imply, but it would take a certain Min Yoongi to figure of what they really meant.

Guess love really does blind people.

5.) Getting drunk and jealous

Drunk Yoongi is never a good thing. Namjoon had warned them.But they didn’t pay heed to him. But out of the whole mess atleast one good thing happened. Jimin finds out about Yoongi’s poorly kept secret. The man couldn’t even hide it if his life depended on it.

“You go ask him” Hoseok whispers to Jimin who rapidly shakes his head.

“Hyung should do it. He’ll kill me if I ask”

“Jimin ah he won’t. He adores you” Jimin looks at him warningly, as Hoseok gives him a push. He stumbles in front of Yoongi who looks like he is going to murder Jimin at any second.

“The answer is no” Yoongi says even before being asked and doesn’t even spare a glance at the younger boy.

Jimin retreats back and as he turns around he is met with a look of warning from Hoseok who gestures for him to turn back around. Jimin makes a pleading face but Hoseok doesn’t have it. So with trepidation in his heart he turns around and goes back to Yoongi.

“Hyung… we.. actually Hoseok hyung was wondering if you would like to go with us to that new club” Jimin quickly glances back and is faced with a murderous look from Hoseok.

The older boy decides to jump in and composing his face with his usual infectious smile he enters the scene and slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulder.

“Hyung seriously its an awesome club”

“I said no. Leave me alone now”

“Hyung- ” Hoseok is cut off by Yoongi’s glare.

“It would have been fun. Y/n was coming with us too..” Jimin mumbles and as both the younger boys begin to walk away, Yoongi’s eyes widen at Jimin’s words and he shuts the laptop.

“Wait” Yoongi yells and they stop in they tracks, confusion painted on their faces.

Hoseok looks back and finds Yoongi is putting on his favourite black leather jacket.

“We thought you weren’t coming?” Jimin questions

“I was planning to say yes if asked one more time. Frankly I was expecting more of the pleading” he walks towards them with a smile painted on his face, stopping in between them. He pats each of their shoulders and begins walking with the the two boys by his side, one of whom can’t for the life of him understand what the hell just happened. Hoseok on the other hand tries to suppress his smirk.

Yoongi doesn’t tell them but he has some reasons why he wants to go. One to release the stress of his upcoming mixtape and second.. well even he doesn’t know what the second reason is. All he knows is he wants to get drunk. And obviously you are going to be there to, but not that it matters much.

Fifth shot…

Sixth shot…

Tenth shot…

Twelfth shot…

“Whoa. You need to slow down” Hoseok pulls away the glass from Yoongi’s lips as he is about to take the shot.

Yoongi reaches for it but Hoseok pulls his arm further out of his reach.

“Give it back you asshole” Yoongi yells but the loud music playing in the background muffles his voice. Thankfully Jimin thinks.

Hoseok and Jimin look at each other in concern over Yoongi’s condition. He doesn’t look very good. Specially considering that he keeps mumbling your name over and over.

“Hyung, you need to take it slow” Jimin pats his shoulder.

“NO! I Don. Okkaay? I dun need to take is slow. I am fine. FINE AS A BEE. FINE AS FINE CAN BE. I AM GOOD” his voice turns into a yell and Hoseok has to clap a hand on his mouth to shut him up.

“Clearly not” Hoseok says.

“Whers y/n?” Yoongi slurs

“She- She’s dancing over there see?” Jimin points to you in the midst of the dance floor where you are busy dancing with some guy.

“I- I need to talk to er” with stumbled steps he proceeds in your direction while he supported on either side by Hoseok and Jimin.

“Y/N” He shouts. But you don’t listen.

He shouts again

Again

And

Again

He yanks you by your elbow and in the process almost tumbles to the floor with you in his hold when you steady him by his shoulders.

Hoseok and Jimin watch amusedly standing a little ways away as Yoongi’s head falls on your shoulder and he tightly wraps his arm around you.

“You- stay away from er kay?” He points to the guy over your shoulder.

Jimin’s lips curve up in a smirk and Hoseok has his eyebrows raised in interest. Both of them begin to understand what’s going on.

“Yoongi you are drunk” you try shaking him but almost end up making him fall over on top of you.

“I am not.. drunk, I am just trying to elp you ou” his words slur as he tries to keep up with what he is saying.

“I am okay Yoongi. You need to go home”

“You’re comin wit me ight?” And he then proceeds to tightly hold your hand and begins to drag you away from the dance floor, and far away from the guy.

But then he stops mid step and turns around. He walks back to the stranger you had been dancing with, who looks utterly confused.

“You… better.. stay away. Okay? Otherwise I am goin to get Seung Deuk hyun’ to beat you up” Yoongi pats his chest, and walks back to you and places his hand in yours again. You try to protest but his hold on your hand is so strong even when he is drunk, you decide to give up. It would only aggravate matters given Yoongi won’t see any sense.

Finally reaching outside you wrench your hand away from his grasp.

“Yoongi what the hell?” you shout and his face contorts in a painful expression as your loud voice seems to be much more louder in his head. It hurts his ears.

“Wha-” hiccups

“You are drunk. Why the hell are you drunk?”

“I-” hiccup “Told you I am not drunk” he stumbles back and almost trips over himself.

“Right okay” the sarcasm in you voice is evident and if Yoongi was even half sober he would have caught it.

“y/n a girrl ike you shouldn’t be at a place ike dis. Men are not nice” he hiccups again.

You shake your head at him and agree with what he is saying because clearly there is no point in arguing with a drunk man.

“Say hyung, are you thinking what I am thinking?” Jimin says over the loud music

Hoseok nods his head and they both begin snickering. They don’t feel the need to intervene because clearly Yoongi can handle himself well. The only thing he can’t handle is his own feelings.

Yoongi isn’t the type to indulge in such childish situations. Yoongi never gets jealous. Never. But maybe that notion needs some reevaluation. And frankly Hoseok never thought in his wildest dreams he would ever see the day his hyung would act as such, but he is pleasantly surprised to see it happening.

Jimin on the other hand is completely in awe of how whipped Yoongi is. He always pinned Yoongi to be the type who could never love, because there was a running joke in the group that Min Yoongi was not only motionless, but also emotionless. Not only the joke but Yoongi never showed any signs of being interested in a romantic relationship. Hell he couldn’t even clue into it when he got hit on by girls.

But standing in that club and watching Yoongi act completely unlike himself he knows there are two things going on.

For one Yoongi is wasted and two he is completely and hopelessly in love with you.

5.) Losing composure (aka losing his shit)

Taehyung loves making bets. There is nothing the man will not make a bet for. So it is a given that when he finds out Yoongi likes you he doesn’t lose the opportunity to win something for himself.

Seokjin and Namjoon join in because for one they know and secondly they want to beat Taehyung in atleast one bet. They have lost one too many times and now they want revenge. What better way than to bet on a man like Yoongi who can’t even keep his own feelings masked properly.

“We should each bet something that holds meaning to us. Just to make things more interesting” Taehyung proposes.

The bet is placed as each of them puts forward something they cherish as decided. Seokjin bets his entire Mario plushies collection, Taehyung bets his favourite Gucci slippers, and Namjoon bets his absolute favourite plushie of Ryan (the kaokaotalk bear)

“I bet you that hyung is going to blush 12 times in the span of an hour” Taehyung says with certainty.

“I say 30” Seokjin says and both Namjoon and Taehyung look at him as if he has lost his mind. Finding himself being subjected to gawks he shrugs.

“Is that even humanly possible?” Namjoon questions and this time taehyung shrugs because he doesn’t know.

“I say 18 times” Namjoon slams his hand on the table and looks determinedly at the other two.

And so it begins

They say the best way to unravel a restrained man is to take him to a strip club. Nothing a little sexy dancing cant fix. Or so they say. But Taehyung knows something better than a strip club to get Yoongi all hot and bothered.

He figured out months ago that you had a penchant for dancing. So he convinced Hoseok to hire you as his assistant to help him. He might or might not have bribed him with some products from Supreme. But he got the job done.

So as you walk into the practice room, a look passes between Taehyung, Namjoon and Seokjin. They know they have to begin their bet so they get set up.

As the boys are practicing for their choreography Jin keeps messing up, albeit on purpose. So as usual Hoseok gets you to help him out while everyone else takes a break. Everyone else including Yoongi.

Taehyung spotting his chance sits on the floor next to him, taking a swig of water. He offers it to Yoongi who refuses.

“Y/n really knows how to dance doesn’t she?” He looks over at Yoongi who looks so pale, that it seems like he is deathly sick. But Taehyung knows the color has faded away from his face because he is watching you dance.

As you move your body to the beat of the music Yoongi visibly gulps. His eyes remained glued to your body, as each movement matches perfectly with the beat of the music and at one point he isn’t sure if the thumping sound is that of his heart or the bass of the song that is drifting from the speakers. His cheeks begin to turn red.

Its not a difficult step, its a simple sequence of lying on the floor and rolling your body over and lifting up your pelvis when your back hits the ground, but it needs to happen in one fluid motion.

“Hyung” Namjoon walks up to Yoongi and shows him something on the laptop. It is the arrangement of the track they are working on for the album.

“Yea this one shouldn’t- “Yoongi stops mid sentence as he spots your reflection in the large mirror as you are lying down on the ground, showing Jin how he needs to turn so that the actual spin of the movement and the end look put together and not two distinct moves.

Namjoon follows his line of sight and discovers it stops on you as you successfully pull off the move. He isn’t surprised though.

Namjoon eyes trace their way back to the man beside him who looks in awe but at the same time he is swallowing hard, and the color is rising to his cheeks again.

The next time it happens is when Hoseok is teaching you a body roll.

Yoongi watches as your abdomen moves so fluidly and perfectly you seem one with the surroundings. He has seen Hoseok dance and at times it has left him in awe. But in that moment he couldn’t care less what Hoseok was doing for his eyes refused to leave your figure and if Hoseok left him speechless, then watching you left him completely blank. He couldn’t even think properly.

Yoongi bites his lip hard, to the point blood comes gushing out.

“Here” Seokjin places a handkerchief in front of him and Yoongi distractedly takes it from his hand, completely missing his lip and placing the handkerchief on his cheek.

Seokjin doesn’t need to see it, but once again Yoongi is a blushing mess and he quickly looks away and begins to wipe the sweat that has formed on his forehead.

“Dance too hard huh” Hoseok comments as he catches Yoongi’s flustered form through the mirror.

“H-huh uhh.. Yea” Yoongi replies, almost breathlessly as once again he runs the handkerchief over his face. He looks so dazed Seokjin has a hard time controlling his laughter. But he tries his best.

The first three times leaves Yoongi so confused and stupefied that for the rest of practice he cannot concentrate and he keeps messing up. Yoongi was having a hard time with one step before all the mess started but now he couldn’t even remember the rest of what he had learned for the image of you dancing refuses to leave his mind.

“Hyung, concentrate” Hoseok says looking at Yoongi through the mirror as they all practice.

Taehyung, Namjoon and Seokjin look at each other, smiling evilly. He was close to his breaking point.

“Y/n” Hoseok calls you over

“Help Yoongi hyung please. He keeps getting the step in the fourth verse wrong”

The 3 boys who are a part of the bet watch as Yoongi begins to panic, as his eyes widen and his chest begins to rise and fall at a pace that ventures out of the range of normal.

“No- no it-its fine. I can do it myself” he fumbles with his words and his voice cracks a little. He covers it up with a cough.

“Is there a problem Yoongs?” You ask in concern as his face is completely red and he looks ready to pass out.

Yoongi bites his lip once more and shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

“No. I- I just mean that.. you k-know I can figure it out by myself. I don’t want to trouble you” he smiles weakly at you

“Its not a problem. I want you to do well” you smile at him and proceed to teach him as hoseok intended.

You stand behind him and begin guiding his hands and his arms, and placing them in the appropriate positions.

“Relax. You are way too stiff” you say and it is caught by Namjoon who looks at Seokjin and then at Taehyung as all three of the boys begin to break out into laughter.

You are just as clueless as he is.

Yoongi looks so dazed and confused its almost pitiful. He doesn’t look like he is breathing and he is visibly gulping.

“I- I need to go. I just remembered something” he excuses himself and with hurried steps leaves the room.

And then Taehyung, along with Namjoon and Seokjin break out into laughter and they all fall on the floor clutching their stomachs tightly.

“He- he’s so whi..” Taehyung can’t even speak because of how hard he is laughing and Jin is completely red in the face while Namjoon is trying hard to compose himself, but is failing miserably.

“Whats so funny?” Hoseok asks from beside them, with a confused face which sends the other three in another fit of laughter.

And like that in the span of an hour Yoongi blushes a total of 13 times, which means Taehyung ends up winning since he bet the closest.

“Pay up hyungs” he smirks at them

Namjoon and Seokjin stand with sulking expressions on their faces, mentally cursing Min Yoongi for not being better at masking his stupid feelings.

The next day Taehyung’s room is full of Seokjin’s Mario collection and his bed is adorned with Namjoon’s Ryan plushie sitting stark against the middle of the headboard.

Yoongi really should mask his feelings better

7.) Acknowledgement

Yoongi doesn’t know when it happens. He can’t point to a single moment. On some days it gives him anxiety just thinking about it and these days its even worse because of his mixtape that he is working on.

He’s been running into one problem after another. First the lyrics get rejected. Then the music arrangement doesn’t fit with the lyrics. Its one bad day after another and he doesn’t know if he can go on.

Its the middle of the night and he can’t sleep because his thoughts keep him awake. He has been tossing and turning in his bed for 2 hours, never finding a position comfortable enough. He isn’t sure if his bed isn’t comfortable or of its heart and his mind at unrest. He wants to say the former option, but he knows very well its the latter.

He reaches over to the bedside table where he usually keeps water but finding it empty he proceeds down to the kitchen where he fills himself a glass of water.

The night doesn’t seem so bad, so wrapping his bathrobe tightly around him, he steps out onto the patio where the air is breezy. It hits his face, and it reminds him of your touch. Its soft and light, and it tickles his face.

As he looks out to the city scape his phone chimes.

You // 9:35 pm:

Did you reach okay?

You // 9:30 pm

What are you doing?

You // 9:27 pm

Hey

A smile tugs on his lips as he swipes over the screen. Instead of typing a reply back he clicks on the green icon on the screen and from his favourites, clicks on your number.

It is in his favorites. In fact your number is the only one in that section

Ring

Rin-

“Hello? Your voice comes out much breather than expected and it doesn’t escape Yoongi’s notice.

If Yoongi was smiling before, now he was positively beaming. Just hearing your voice was making all the negative energy in his body recede. He didn’t know how it was possible that just hearing your voice could make him feel such a way, but it did, it does and it will continue to do so.

“Isn’t it like midnight?” Yoongi chuckles knowing what your response would be.

“Yea. But I wanted to talk to you, and besides its Sunday tomorrow” you reply, playing with the fingers of your free hand on the other end of the line. Yoongi can’t see it, but he knows you are doing it.

“I’ve told you so many times that you need proper sleep y/n. Why don’t you ever just listen to me?”

“And I’ve told you not to worry about me. I am fine. I am okay. If anything worry about yourself” you sigh

“Hey I’ve had my share of sleep today. I slept 12 hours and any more I might have needed someone to wake me up and they might have ended up getting punched in the face. You know me”

Yes I do.

Yoongi hears your laugh and he doesn’t know how it can instantly make his heart race. Even if he tried to make sense of it, he could never because your voice is the twinkle of the stars, its the remedy for all his ailments and most of all your laugh sounds like love.

He wishes for the moment to stop, so that he can catch each reverberation through the phone and in his memory knit it together piece by piece so when he needs it he can replay your laughter in his head.

But he feels proud that he can always make you laugh.

“How is your family?” He asks

“Mom and dad are gone on the trip. My brother and sister are asleep and me, well…” you pause and laugh weakly.

“Well what?” Yoongi asks, concern beginning to rise in his stomach. You don’t sound okay to him. Your voice sounds different. He knows something is up and immediately it begins to eat at him.

“I am sort of kind of standing in the middle of the street….” You laugh sheepishly

“You are what? What street? Y/n for god’s sake what are you doing?” Yoongi sounds frantic and he has a million questions in his head about your welfare but he doesn’t know where to begin.

“Well I mean I lost my house key and my siblings are deep asleep and I’ve tried knocking, ringing the bell, calling. But no answer for like an hour” you clear your throat awkwardly because you are sure Yoongi thinks you are dumb. You are sure that he is probably laughing at you silently. But as much as you think that, its the complete opposite.

Yoongi is in a panicked state. He is literally freaking out and he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want you to get sick but he doesn’t know how to say it.He doesn't want something to happen to you but he doesn't know how to tell you. So he settles for something simple that he hopes conveys all his worries, and concerns.

“You know you could always come to the dorm right?” He phrases it hesitantly , not wanting to seem like he is pushing it onto you. In other words he doesn’t want to come off across as a creep.

“Well about that” you laugh weakly and Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow in confusion

I am sort of standing in front of the dorm right now

Then he hears the gate of the dorm open and some hushed voices. He runs to the side of the patio that overlooks the front of the house and sees you being ushered inside by Taehyung and Jeongguk.

In a moment of panic he drops his phone from his hand. He wasn’t expecting you to come to the dorm and now that you are here he isn’t sure what to say. Or do. He isn’t even sure how to act.

Should I go say hi ?

No that would seem weird right?

Well I have to go say hi at least

Should I or should I not

If I don’t it would be rude and if I do it would be awkward

What the hell Yoongi pull yourself together dude

Its just y/n

…..

Exactly. It’s y/n.

On the other hand you don’t know how to act either. Its not your first time in the dorm. You have spent more nights here than you have at your own place. But your nerves refuse to calm down. Your stomach feels like its on fire and there is a weird itch in your bones. You cant name it but you know it has to do with a certain boy named Min Yoongi.

A deep hidden secret that you have managed to fool yourself into forgetting is that its not the first time you have felt this way. Especially at the dorm.

Its knowing that he is just a room away from you. Its knowing that he is in the same place as you and in this moment you are both sharing the same air. Its knowing that he is within a few steps reach but somehow still unreachable. It is being aware of the fact that he is there with you but not at the same time. Its knowing that the longing you hold for him can turn into wishful thinking in the blink of an eye. Knowing still that if you place your hand on the wall you will feel the vibration of his music pulsating through. You will feel a piece of him.

Thats close enough

It is knowing all of this that you feel unnerved, and fearful, yet still full of hope. The heart plays its games well and you know because its not possible. It isn’t, yet the hope within your heart refuses to fade away.

Its not so much that you feel suffocated. It’s that what you want, who you want is right there but even that short spread of distance feels like an infinity. It feels like an interminable journey.

But being there, lying in the room next to his is close enough.

Its close enough.

The next morning you look absolutely exhausted. You couldn’t fall asleep the entire night for a particular Min Yoongi had been on your mind the whole time, not allowing you to fall asleep.

“You look tired y/n” Namjoon says from across the table.

“Yea.. I couldn’t sleep well” you play with your fork

The 6 boys all look at each other knowingly.

“Is anything bothering you?” Taehyung asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Hyung its not something its someone” Jeongguk says, and under the table Taehyung steps on his foot.

“Ahh… sorry, y/n a-are you o-o-okay?” He asks bringing his foot up to rest on his knee as he rubs it, giving the evil eye to Taehyung.

You are so lost in your thoughts that despite being asked about the same thing twice, you still don’t reply.

You pick on the food in your plate with your fork, mindlessly turning it over, the friction between the fork and the surface of the plate making squeaking noises.

“Where’s yoongi?” You ask absentmindedly, to no one in particular but all eyes turn towards you.

“He’s gone for his photoshoot at the studio” Jin says.

“Okay which one of you ate it?” He turns around, the spatula in his hand looking threatening.

Hoseok looks a little alarmed at the question, and buries himself further in his chair, avoiding Seokjin’s eyes. He remembers to hide all the candy in his room so that no one can find it.

“I think I saw Taehyungie hyung taking the candy yesterday” Jeongguk says, stuffing a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

He chokes on it as Taehyung hits the back of his head, and gets up from his seat as Seokjin advances in his direction with the spatula at the ready.

“I think it was Taehyung too” Hoseok yells as Seokjin has already begun the chase.

But in the midst of all the morning chaos you sit in your seat completely unaware of your surroundings for thoughts of Min Yoongi race in your head.

You get up from the table, slamming the palms of your hand hard on the table, catching the attention of everyone.

“I am going to the studio” you announce and without lingering around long enough to hear their responses you leave.

“I’ll come too” Jeongguk says, rubbing his hands with an evil smirk on his face

“Me three” Taehyung says as he dodges the spatula

“Me four” Seokjin pauses mid action to announce his intent of joining and taehyung sneaks away from him, running in the direction of his room and slamming the door.

“Me five” Hoseok says happily

“Me six” finally Namjoon finishes the count that you have no idea was even being counted up.

So, the six boys accompany you to the studio much to your chagrin.

Yoongi sits in the green room, make up done and ready to shoot. He’s done it a million times before yet he feels nervous about it. His insecurities resurface because of all the tension about his mixtape. Suddenly he doesn’t think he is good enough. He doesn’t think he deserves to be where he is. Suddenly he doesn’t deserve any of the friends in his life. Suddenly, he doesn’t deserve you either.

The door opens and you walk in followed by the rest of the boys.

But before anyone has a chance to wish to speak they are interrupted, as one of the staff members lets him know its time. He turns around in his chair and is surprisingly shocked to see the boys. As his eyes travel the room, he finds you hidden partially by Seokjin who noticing Yoongi’s eyes looking behind him, does the same and finds you. He shifts slightly to give you some way.

Yoongi smiles at you, and its accompanied by a small nod and you understand.

You do the same and he understands too.

He is dressed in a long white robe that covers his whole outfit and you cannot say you aren’t eager to know what his concept is.

Amidst the shouts of encouragement and good luck’s he leaves the room and makes his way to the studio.

The boys and you follow him out and stand behind the crew watching in the little computer screen where each shot will soon come through.

Your eyes stay glued to the monitor, where the image of Yoongi is projected as he takes a seat on the black stool, against the white drop background. He shrugs off his robe and it steals your breath away.

He is clad in a black suit, his blonde locks falling softly on his forehead. Against the white of the background, his skin seems to shine even more. He exudes so much power just sitting there and it leaves a trail of goosebumps over your skin and makes your spine tingle with something akin to excitement. Its a white hot rush of emotions and it rolls you over you in waves, translating into one word which seems adequate enough to express what you’re feeling.

“Wow” it leaves as a whisper through your mouth. Jimin who is standing the closest to you hears it first, but so does Taehyung. Both the boys share a smile over your head, and Taehyung begins whispering to Hoseok, who whispers the same to Seokjin, who whispers to Jeongguk who whispers it to Namjoon.

Seokjin claps a hand over his mouth, while the rest of the boys have wide smiles plastered on their faces. Smiles that speak volumes about how much you and Yoongi love each other.

You miss all of it because your eyes are focused on Yoongi still. You can see through the monitor as he visibly gulps, licking his lips. You know he is nervous.

You don’t like seeing him like that. It doesn’t suit him. You know what looks best on his face so you try to catch his attention by waving your hand above your head.

You flash a thumbs up to him and bend your arms over your head at a ninety degree angle, elbows sticking out as you make a heart.

Yoongi’s nervousness fades away as he looks at you, and the gummy smile is back on his face. That is the look you like seeing on him because that is when he looks the best. When he smiles is when he looks beautiful. Specially if the reason behind the smile is you.

You mouth a small good luck as he looks at you and nods in acknowledgement.

The boys watch the exchange and you are so immersed again in your own world that you miss how Seokjin has placed a hand on his heart dramatically or how Jimin and Jeongguk are videoing the whole thing, or how Hoseok is smiling so wide and so bright none of the lighting in the studio is needed. You miss how Namjoon is shaking his head at how cute and oblivious you two are and how Taehyung is awestruck seeing the bond between you and Yoongi.

You miss it all because Min Yoongi always steals your attention. You miss it all because like always Min Yoongi’s presence makes you forget your surroundings.

They say that a moment of realization comes like a flash. It comes unexpectedly and it hits you hard. It knocks down all your walls and leaves you a mess of racing thoughts and frantic heartbeats.

That is what is happening to Yoongi.

At first he thinks its a panic attack. But he’s not scared so how can it be a panic attack. Then he thinks he is losing his mind, which can of course be true but it feels too sane to be labeled as insanity. Its too clear of a feeling to be labeled as chaotic.

It happens as he is watching tv with the rest of the boys.

Then someone mentions your name.

Thats all it takes.

Thats all it takes and even though he has spoken and heard your name a million times before. Even though its has been the song he has sung in his head during countless sleepless nights, in that moment it triggers something.

Every memory he has buried inside his mind of you comes rushing back to him. Its only a few seconds long. Its like a flash. It gone as fast as it had come but it feels longer. Its the longest 10 seconds of Yoongi’s life as he gets sucked into it.

He remembers the first time he met you.

Namjoon had introduced you to the boys. Everyone had greeted you with bows and handshakes. But even so you could feel they were a bit reserved, and rightly so because they were a tight knit group, all boys at that and suddenly having someone else come in would change the dynamic.

So as you stood amongst the boys, who had gotten busy chatting about their performances, and upcoming practices you couldn’t help but feel left out.

“Boring right?” You heard a voice next to you and the boy with the black locks, who barely said anything throughout was standing next to you, attempting to make conversation.

“Its all the same for me” you had laughed weakly and he had smiled down at you.

That is how your friendship with Yoongi began.

He also remembers the first time he felt it.

It was when he was taking a video of the group as a whole. You were there too and as he was panning the camera around trying to capture everyone, he suddenly stopped on you because something about you struck him as different in that moment.

The way you were smiling was different. It was different because he had wanted to commit the moment in his memory and he had wished to map every nook and crevice, every curve of your features into his mind so that he could always remember this different feeling. It was different because it was the first time he found his heart racing, and a smile of his own tugging at his lips.

It was different because it took his breath away. It was different in the way that he wished for you to always smile like that. It was different because he could feel the adrenaline in his veins, it was coursing through, exciting him as he watched the smile on your face. The way the wind whipped your hair, and your soft locks fell on your face made his heart skip a beat.

It was different because your laugh sounded like a thousand bells chiming all at once, in perfect harmony. It was like listening to music. The music to which he felt his heart thumped with fervour in his chest. It was like liquid happiness, it felt like home and it sounded like love. your presence felt healing as if you were taking away all his worries and burying them deep down, where even he couldn’t find them.

It was different because for the first time, he really noticed you. Not just as Min Yoongi, but it was as if he was seeing you through someone else’s eyes.

But then as the boys had urged him to video tape some stupid handshake Taehyung and Jeongguk had invented, Yoongi was forced to move on from your face. So with a scowl on his face he videoed their handshake. But his mind was still reeling from the waves of emotions that were washing over him.

He remembers the time when he had gotten in a fight for you

He came to the dorm to you crying. You were curled up on the couch while the rest of the boys were huddling around you, whispering to each other, wondering how to comfort you.

He had dropped his bag, all thoughts of the gruelling day forgotten, as he pushed past the small crowd of 6 around you and crouched down on the couch beside you.

He had pushed your hair away from your face and asked you what was wrong. All he had heard in response was your crying, your sobs which broke his heart. If one could visualize it physically, Yoongi’s heart was quite literally breaking.

There were tears polling in his eyes, and your sobs sounded like excruciating cries of pain that he wanted to so desperately block out. But he also wanted to help you, so he gathered every ounce of courage he had in him to stay strong. To stay strong for you.

It had only taken one look at the boys and he knew it was your ex boyfriend.

He had marched to the man’s house, punched him in the face. Not just once but four times. In turn he had received some punches to the gut, but it didn’t hurt half as much as it did when he saw your crying face.

He had come back to the dorm, battered and bruised. His eye had taken quite a long time to heal. But he didn’t care because he would get into a million fights for you. He would fight the whole world for you if it came down to it.

There was nothing, he wouldn’t do for you.

And there was nothing he wouldn’t give to see that smile on your face.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to think. In fact for just one second he doesn’t even breathe. Voices sound distant in his ears. His head is swimming with so many thoughts.

He finally knows.

Yoongi sits in the recording studio fiddling with the microphone in his hands. He doesn’t know why he feels so nervous, but nothing in his life has been going right lately. Its just one of those feelings of fear of something going wrong, that holds you back. It’s holding him back too but then he sees you behind the other side of the glass.

You are smiling at him and mouthing a good luck. You even hold a little white board which reads

I know you will kill it :)

Thats all he needs.

You take a seat on the empty chair and plug in the headphones and Yoongi’s soft voice flows through the headphone.

Even when I pushed you away Even when I resented meeting you You were firmly by my side You didn’t have to say anything So, don’t ever let go of my hand I wont let go of you either My birth and the end of my life You will be there to watch over it all

Through it all, he was looking at you. And you were looking at him.

And then it was clear. It was as clear as day what you had always been too blind to see.

He loved you and you loved him.

You wait patiently for him as the dorm as he wraps up the recording. You wait as patiently as you can because if it were up to you, you would be in that studio with him and you would be telling him that you know.

But you try to be fair because in all honesty you have taken a long time to get to this point, so you can afford some patience. You can wait. He has waited too, so its only a fair deal.

And then the door opens and Yoongi walks in.

By the time he arrives the rest of the boys have already come back from the studio after watching him record. They all offer their congratulations to him for finally completing his mixtape. Yoongi nods at all of them accepts the hugs gratefully, but he avoids meeting your gaze, while you continue to stare at him intently.

“Hyung you were awesome!!” Taehyung jumps on him and Hoseok joins in and then it becomes a big group hug. You stay at the sidelines and watch them, feeling a tight knot of emotions in your chest because you love all these dorks. Because you are in love with Min Yoongi. The thought makes you giddy. (In love with Min Yoongi)

“Hey guys didn’t we have that meeting we were all supposed to go to?” Namjoon says out of the blue.

The boys look at each other in confusion because as far as they knew there was no meeting.

“Remember….. the MEETING. THAT MEETING” Namjoon says again pursing his lips, hoping for them to get the hint.

Seokjin is looking at Namjoon who briefly glances between you and Yoongi. Then he figures it out.

“OHH yea that meeting. Alright kids time to go” Seokjin ushers the maknae line out of the door, while Namjoon takes Hoseok to the side and explains the situation to him.

Yoongi begins putting his shoes back on but Namjoon stops him.

“Its fine hyung. You take a rest. Manager knows you just finished your recording so you are off the hook” he smiles innocently. A little too innocently actually. But you are surprised at how good of a liar he is.

Yoongi looks like he wants to go, even though he doesn’t have to. But even if that is his intention he doesn’t voice it. Instead he bids them farewell, and closes the door behind him.

“Hey didn’t you have that interview thing? ” Yoongi says in a nonchalant manner as he picks up his bag.

You don’t reply and Yoongi once again speaks

“Thanks for coming to the.. t-the studio today” Yoongi breathes out the words heavily, his voice cracking slightly and he still refuses to meet your eyes.

“Yoongi- ” you say

“I was really nervous you know. Seeing the guys there really helped me” he laughs nervously as he continues to ramble.

He places the bag on the table and begins to pull out his notebooks, his headphones and all the other stuff he has buried in it.

He still doesn’t look at you though.

“Yoongi. Look at me” you say and he doesn’t even turn around.

“Yoongi” you say again, in a softer tone.

Silence

“I know. I know it now. I know that you love me” you say the words so casually, Yoongi doesn’t even believe it.

He thinks he is having auditory hallucinations so he shakes his ears.

“Yoongi. This is real”

Silence

This can’t be real.

None of it can

You make your way around so that you are standing in front of him. Yoongi’s face is completely flush.

“Yoongi. Please just look at me” your voice has a hint of pleading in it, it sounds desperate and there is a longing hidden beneath the words.

His head snaps in your direction

“I love you” you say and tears begin pooling in Yoongi’s eyes.

But it cant be true. The words don’t really hold much meaning. They are completely platonic right?. They are meant to be platonic. As much as he wants to believe it, as much as he hopes to save himself from the pain (because somewhere there is the fear that he’s just imagining it all in his head. Because it is that unbelievable for him). But he knows its true. He knows its much more than platonic.

He closes his eyes, revelling in the moment because it has been the source of infinite sleepless nights. This very moment has been the source of all his happiness, and pain alike.

Tears softly fall on his cheek, running down to his lips, where he drinks them in. He has yearned to hear the words for so long, that he finds himself wanting to hear them again.

“Say it again” his voice is a whisper.

“I love you Yoongi”

Again

“I love you Yoongi”

Again

“I love you”

And again

“I love you”

And Again

“I love you. I love you. I love you”

“I love you Yoongi. I love you so much. I love you. I just love you”

“I am in love with you Yoongi. I love you.”

And then his lips are on yours. He thinks its completely ridiculous how your lips seem to melt into his. He thinks its completely ridiculous how your hand fits perfectly in his, as he laces them together.

As ridiculous as it is, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A trail of kisses is left on your face.

Forehead

Nose

Cheeks

Eyelids

Temples

Jaw

Chin

“Again. Please” he croaks out, and his voice cracks.

He is desperate. He is completely and utterly yearning to hear it again and again and he can’t seem to get enough of it.

“I love you Yoongi. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you. I love you”

“I love you too. God I love you so much y/n. I love you so so so so much”

“Okay one last time” he laughs and you do too, because neither of you can get enough of it but just saying it so many times begins to sound ridiculous. But it cannot get any better than this so it doesn't matter

“I love you” you whisper and crash your lips on his and its beautiful. It’s a euphoric feeling. Its like ecstasy and paradise. Its like a drug that you crave. It’s an addiction. But its the kind that you never want to give up on. You want more. You need more.

He does too.

But you’re more than close enough now

You are there. You are there with the man you are in love with and in him is all the universe you wish to find. In him are hidden all the jewels, and all the gems you could ever wish for. In him is all the love you crave, all the love you so desperately want. And its all for you.

You are finally there.

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