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hobisstar · 2 years

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Summary: Vacation, gotta love it! Working everyday with barely anytime to break, this is something they all need. The Guys invited their bestest friend, Y/N to the In The Soop Vacation, of course they told her about the cameras but they told the camera crew that when she was out to put the camera away and let them chill with her. See what goes down on this 4 day beautiful vacation full of sexual tension.

SERIES: Part 1, 2, 3,4

Warnings: Dom!OT7 x Sub!POC!PLUS SIZE!Reader, Intersexual bedrooms, Smut (not this chapter) , vulgar language, Crushes, Alcohol drinks, BAM BEING A CUTIE, etc etc

a/n: YOU CAN STILL READ IF YOU ARENT A POC!! everyone is welcomed!!

“Get her bags, Tae!” Jin shouted into the van. Ah, Vacation! Boy, where they all so excited! They wished they could just chill with Y/N all for the days but they had to get shooting done.

“So, She’s sharing a room with Kookie? will Bam be okay with her in there? he seems to get overly excited when she’s around” Hobi giggles remembering when Bam saw Y/N walk into the van he literally ran to her and jumped on her. What can he say, he misses her as much as they did.

“ I’m fine with it! I love my Bammie~” Y/N smiled and petted bam who was currently sitting at her feet. “GASP! Does this mean me and Jungkook are back to being roommates? The Duo has been reunited!” Jungkook laughed and patted her back. They always used to sleep in the same room, usually him cuddling her to the point she couldn’t move but it was nice to wake up to someone not wanting to let you go, scared that you’d disappear and never comeback. “Okay! let’s all get settled in and meet back into the main house after so we can eat!” Yoongi said going to his room and everyone shouted okays as they went their different ways for now. Jungkook automatically picked Y/N up and ran to their room. “Kook! Why?!” she shouted between giggles. He loved showing her his strength and his weakness. “You look tired. You went to work all day then packed late and and went snack shopping with Jimin and Hobi. I know how drained you are” he put her down once he got to door. He slid it open and let Bam go inside first then walked Y/N in sitting her on the couch. “Stay here i’ll go get our things!” he said rushing back out avoiding any rebuttal. She sighed and patted next to her for Bam to come to her which he happily did and sat next to her. “I guess your father will be babying the both of us these 4 days, hm?” she chuckled and kissed his head and rubbed his belly. She grabbed her phone since she felt her phone go off..

“I’m back!” Jungkook said as he came into the room with their luggage. “Should we pack later? everyone is going to wait to pack they are hungry now.” Y/N asked putting her phone as JK hummed. “Eh, I guess so. Let’s, get bam situated first then we can go eat with everyone.” he said smiling watching y/n. gosh, his bestie is one beautiful goddess even when tired.

“Is Y/N and JK coming Jimin?” Yoongi asked as he continued to cook dinner for everyone. “Yeah, they had to get Bam settled.” As soon as jimin finished his sentence he saw Jungkook and Y/N walking in. “Perfect everyone’s here!” Hobi said as he ate on some chips. “Okay so We have to get some filming in these 4 days. Jungkook the camera’s turn on at 8am and turn off around 10 pm ish. so have Y/N in either in Hobi’s room since he’s bound to be up before everyone else, around 6am.” Namjoon stated as he read the schedule. “Taehyung is in charge of bringing her lunch if she can’t eat with us at that time. I’m in charge of getting her breakfast to eat in the morning but i feel as if Hobi should do it since he will be with her in the mornings. Jin, you are in charge of bring her here if we are all outside at a point of time play the video game with her. Lastly, Jimin you are to make sure she is back in Jungkooks room after 10 pm!” Y/N started to laugh since it was so much rules and scheduling even on break. “We have to do this every day for 4 days? damn joonie did you tell producers i was coming?” she jokingly asked which made him chuckle. “ Well miss not apart of the band, we have to keep you and your identity between us. We love Army but we don’t think they are just ready to hear we’ve had a secret best friend for the past 9 years. Hell, i wouldn’t be ready if i got that news.” Hobi laughs and looks at Namjoon. “They’d love her just as much as we do. She makes us happy! They’d be happy to know there is someone besides just us making eachother happy and feeling at ease” Taehyung nodded and so did Jin. “I don’t ever want Army to know about her, she’s our little secret.” Yoongi said by the stove and this made everyone laugh. “ Oh? is yoongi jealous that i’ll be getting some attention too?” she jokingly asked. He smiled and continued what he was doing, ignoring her question. Deep down it wasn’t jealousy, it was fear. They all felt it, them being so famous across the world the fame will be too much on Y\N. What if something were to happen to her when they aren’t with her if her identity is released to the public? They feared she’s get hurt, overwhelmed, stressed, and even depressed with the new attention and maybe even the new titles she’d get. They feared her freedom to roam wherever unlike them having to move around like ninjas sometimes, she’d have to start covering her face and having bodyguards at places simply as the grocery store. If it was up to them, and it is-, they’d gladly keep her as their hidden 8th member.

“Dinners Ready!” Yoongi spoke and brung the pot to the table. He sighed as he sat down. Everyone came to the kitchen and sat down, but everyone had a seat but Y/N. Jin mentally sighed because he thought producers would’ve at least had an extra chair, even if she couldn’t be shown on camera. The girl needs a seat. “y/n can sit in my chair..” jimin offered. “then we’re are you gonna sit? just sit on my lap y/n.” jungkook stated very bluntly. everyone looked at him like he lost his mind. “what a way to say you like her, kook.” hoseok snorted and shook his head. “she’s sat on his lap in cars and other places, this isn’t any different. he’s just lucky, and her favorite.” taehyung said pouting and rolled his eyes. y/n scoffed “ for your information tae, he isn’t my favorite he’s just the closest to me. not my fault. i can’t believe you are saying i have a favorite.” she looked at him, shocked, all because she didn’t even choose who’s lap would be her seat. “i-i.. didn’t mean it like that i was joking..” he said feeling bad. he was joking but he know it didn’t seem like it. he was jealous of jungkook though, they all were. I mean he’s sharing a room with her, in the same bed, UNDER THE SAME SHEETS, he was highly lucky. they’d all love for it to be them but she’s more closer to him and it’s a normal thing to put her with jk, so why now is it a problem? well, it’s always been her and jk, it gets tiresome to them. they crave her attention just as much as him but to them, her main focus is him. they grew to understand it but it’s tiresome. “we just get tired of you being around jk only… that’s all” namjoon mumbled and cleared his throat after. “guys you know we are just closer that’s it” jungkook defended her. “let’s just eat and go to get some shut eye. we need it for tomorrow.” jin said. taehyung looked up at y/n and sighed, he didn’t mean for it to come off seriously. he stood up “sit here, y/n” he said pulling the seat out more for her. she smiled and sat in it. “thank you, v.” she sat down and patted her lap. “sit” she stated and to which tae accepted quickly.

“dinner was great! we should head to sleep.” yoongi stated yawning. they all nodded and soon cleaned up and wished eachother good night while they descended to their rightful rooms. jk and y/n walked side to side just chatting, when jungkook thought about something that he tired to avoid all day. the feeling of wanting her closer than any friend should be. to feel every inch of her body the eye couldn’t see because of the clothes. to eat something he wanted for food all 4 days. “have you ever… had dirty thoughts about… someone?” jungkook asked as they walked into their shared house, for the next 4 days. y/n blushed and started to stutter “U-Uh why this question all of a s-sudden?” she asked looking away.

“to be honest i’ve , always had this feeling toward you. and not in a friendship type way. i try to ignore these feelings because i never know how you feel towards me but, i can’t keep holding back, y/n.” he confessed while sitting on the couch right next to her. he was a mess, from the light alcohol in his system from dinner, to butterflies floating around in is tummy when telling his true feelings to one of his bestest friends. “i feel the same, j.” she spoke out and finally turned to look at him. “i guess sharing rooms all these years have made me grow something inside more than a friend shouldve” she chuckled lightly and jungkook grabbed her hand gently and smiled at her. “can i… kiss you?” he muttered getting closer to her, caressing her hands and intertwining them so they can hold hands. “yes..” she whispered even lower but in case he didn’t hear, she shock her head and smiled lightly. jungkook did waist any second as he softly laid his lips on her softer ones. he pulled her closer wanting her to be as close as possible wanting her touch to be engraved into his body. he wish he could tattoo her touch all over his body. the room felt hot and it was getting heated but they pulled away once they heard bam bark and whimper which scared y/n since she was so into it with jungkook she forgot about her surroundings. they looked between eachother then smiled and let out a light chuckle. “ah, bam-ah, you don’t like your dad getting attention, hm?” he looked at him and bam sat down right next to them. jungkook looked at their intertwined hands and kissed it. “i’m gonna go get something sweet from the kitchen, want anything?” y/n asked and he shook his head. she smiled lightly and kissed him once more before unlocking their hands and heading outside to the kitchen. she couldn’t help be skip to the kitchen, excitement going through her body making her want to dance and sing. once she arrived to the kitchen she saw jimin and hoseok sitting at the table just converting about their day and what they wished to do for the 4 days. she thought she was imagining things but she heard jimin say something in the lines of “ gosh, y/n looks so beautiful i wonder what she will be wearing tomorrow, she looks good in almost anything. her little tummy peeking through her clothes. her curves is everything. ah, jungkook is so lucky. i want to just pick her up and pocket her. from you all.” he chuckled and bit his lip…. no way… does jimin like her too?

#bts ot7 smut #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts in the soop #bts x poc

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒...𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍...𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾?!" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, "𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆?" "𝖨 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆! 𝖡-𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅..." 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌."

That time Y/N surprised Yoongi with tickets to see the LA Dodgers and he got to meet Hyunjin Ryu.

#soc yoongi #bts moodboard #bts ambw #poc moodboard #min yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi moodboard #yoongi x black!reader #exqueuese me

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unique-high · 11 months

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Mine | Yoongi x Black male OC

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

slight fluff, an age gap, and neighbors sharing a nonsexual intimate moment, and kissing.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬

We were in Yoongi's bed. Me on top of him.

Yoongi was gentle and careful with his hand as he rested it on the back of my neck. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Direct eye contact is challenging. He could read me so clearly. That's what I hate most about him. And I couldn't read him. He carried the weight of so many secrets. He laughed.

"Relax." He said.

"How can I, when you're this close?"

He clicked his tongue. His forehead was against mine. I could smell aftershave and cigarettes.

"Should I put space between us?" he whispered.

Having just drawn his lips into a half smile, he was about to pull away. As I gripped his shirt, he stayed close to me. The only other human-to-human contact I ever had was with my mother and little sister. So this was something different. This was something I wanted more of from the man living across from us in apartment 42B.

"No," I whispered back. "This is fine. You're fine."

Yoongi's eyes searched inside me. Could he see the small boy behind my eyes staring back at him?

"Everything," he said. "I want to know everything about you."

And my heart beats wildly in my chest at his words. I barely stepped foot into adulthood and there is a man interested in me. In me. My eyes searched his eyes for the truth. A glint of truth was hidden in his black irises. Yoongi's thumb rubs the back of my neck in a soothing circular motion.

"I'm nothing special, Yoongi."

"You are to me," he continued. "Let me in, let me see what you don't show others."

My body buzzes. The vibrations of his voice shook me to the core. Let me see what you don't show others. I breathe deeply. That meant showing him the Demetrius I hid from my mother, grandparents, school kids, and my dad. Yoongi waits for me to say something. I liked how he stared at me like I was meant for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I really was. But could I let him in without pushing him away once things got too real? I saw how my parents loved each other, how the love died, then sparked back to life only to die again, Their love never alive again. It was the end of them. The end of me.

"God, you sound cheesy." I laughed. "Cheesy in a good way."

Yoongi chuckled, his whole body shaking. "Wow, okay." His eyes drop to my lips. "Can I?"

"Can you what?"

"Kiss you?" Yoongi's eyes return to mine.

"I, uh...I never kissed anyone before."

I didn't want to mention how I was kissed by my second cousin before I even knew she was my cousin. So I never counted her as my first kiss or as kissing anyone.

"Just do what feels natural. We can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable-"

I kissed Yoongi. I kissed him. My lips moved against his. I'm clumsy and sloppy, but he didn't seem to mind. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a wave of warmth wash over me. I didn't want this to end. Yoongi, he's the perfect kisser. He kisses me with care but with a sense of urgency like he needed to enjoy our kiss before I changed my mind before things got too good. But I wasn't going to change my mind. His mouth tasted of whiskey and it's strange how I felt like I was in heaven Just from his kiss. Do you feel the same, Yoongi? My fingers tangled in his black hair. His hands found their way to my waist. The rhythm. The sound of us kissing is like music to our ears. Our heartbeat syncing as one.

Yoongi needs to breathe. He pulled away smiling, squeezing my waist. He stared up at me and a sliver of sunlight caught his dark brown eyes, melting them into honey. I felt my heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine lightly. His breath was warm and inviting.

"That was something, wasn't it?" he said, out of breath.

I nodded trying to catch my own. Now that I've kissed him, I want more. And Yoongi could clearly see that.

"Before we kiss again. Tell me something."

"Like?"

He shrugged. "Like anything."

So I thought, and I thought and I told him about my mother and the fight we had last night. Because her shitty boyfriend was a no-good thug. I knew why he only came around and that was to have sex with my mother. He doesn't pay my little sister any mind, and he treats her like she isn't his. My mother forces him to buy her clothes and food, but he says that's my job as a man because I was her older brother.

Now I felt like I killed the mood with Yoongi talking about my home life, but when he said, "He's a dick. You shouldn't have to step in and play her father. She's your sister, not your daughter."

And Yoongi was right.

"I know. But what can I do? I'm her older brother, so it's my job to look after her. I take care of her more than my mother does. So I'm like both mother and father to her."

"And I'm sure your lil sis appreciates everything you do for her, Demetrius. I'm an only child, so I can't relate to having someone to look after. But I know the responsibility is a lot and you manage it so damn well, love."

"I do the best I can."

"That's all you can do. As long as you know you're doing your best, that'll keep you going."

I tear up and say, "Some days I don't feel like I should keep going. I just want to give up."

"And that's okay. You are human, you are still young and can only take on so much."

This was the first time I had been so open with anyone. To be able to speak freely without being interrupted and validated.

And like before, I kissed him. This time I took it slow. I felt him smile against my lips. It felt magical kissing him. Soon every bit of him would become me. I would inherit his mannerisms. Eventually, I would pick up on any lingo he uses, blending it into my speech. I'll wear his oversized T-shirt when I spend the night. He'll make room on his bathroom counter for my things and even give me a toothbrush next to his. I'm thinking ahead. Too far ahead to see us at the altar saying our vows. Oh, Demetrius, you're just a foolish kid head over heels in love with the man from apartment 42B.

Author's note: This was an intro to a yoongi fanfic i was going to write on wattpad but never went through with it. so I turned it into a one-shot. If anyone is interested in their story I don't mind writing their story here on Tumblr.

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staycorpse · 1 year

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bts masterlist ♡ ྀ

key : fluff = ☀️ angst = 🌧 smut = 🌑

incomplete = 🪷 complete = 🌸 requested = 🩵

kim seokjin

coming soon!

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min yoongi

coming soon!

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jung hoseok

coming soon!

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kim namjoon

coming soon!

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park jimin

coming soon!

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kim taehyung

coming soon!

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jeon jungkook

coming soon!

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kookslastbutton · 2 months

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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. Anyway this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

"We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

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Silent Grace| ix : "Reunion" p. ii

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 2.4k (4.8k total)

Chapter warnings: MAJOR FIGHT AND BLOOD MENTIONS if there is anything else I will come back and put it:(

summary: Yoongi continues to open up little by little with you, one of the hardest things he has done to date. You decided to trust Yoongi and quit your job. You have a nice dinner date but it's rudely interrupted.

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The few months were a rollercoaster for you. You’ve left your job officially and Yoongi was busier than ever. You hardly saw him anymore. Before, you understood that his ‘work’ was necessary. But now, it scared you what he could be doing.

“I really hated to see you go Yn. Who am I going to pass the time with?” your co-worker said with a cheesy smile, on the Facetime call. You laughed and shook your head.

“I’m not leaving the city, just left the hospital. We can always hang out otherwise,” you said on the phone. Just as you were finishing up your conversation, Yoongi came from the bathroom and headed towards the dresser.

He smiled to himself as he placed his jewelry on while he was listening to you.

“Okay, okay, Yoongi’s ready, I have to call you later!” You giggled. Your friend smirked as she wiggled her eyebrows. “Have fun! I better be an aunt the next you call me!” You playfully rolled your eyes at her before shaking your head, telling her goodbye, and hanging up.

Yoongi was completely amused by your friend. The smile hasn’t left his face since he first walked in.

“Are you ready blossom?” He asked,

“Yes! Yes!” You said excitedly as you grabbed your purse and checked your outfit to make sure it looked good. (outfits: Yoongi, you: poc)

“You look absolutely beautiful baby. I knew you would look beautiful. Let’s go so we don’t be too late and before I change my mind and keep you here” He smirks softly as he kisses your lips sweetly.

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Yoongi decides to take you to the new restaurant you’re raving about. You heard your friends talk about it at work and when they showed you the pictures, you immediately sent them to Yoongi. So tonight he decided to surprise you. He even went as far as getting you a new dress.

He held your waist protectively as you both moved through the beautiful restaurant. After a few minutes, you and Yoongi sit at a table adorned with candles. Namjoon and Seokjin decide to sit a few tables behind you, so you could have some privacy. Although it was a date, they had to follow you both. To keep you safe of course and eat on Yoongi’s dime.

After a while and a few glasses of wine, you two are engrossed in a deep conversation, your laughter filling the air followed by Yoongi’s.

“I’m telling you, you can’t beat me in basketball, blossom, even if you tried. You still wouldn’t beat me.” Yoongi declares. You scoffed with a wide smile. “As if! I had to go to hundreds of games, I even practiced with my brother! I’m a professional!” Yoongi laughs genuinely.

You could play, but you were no professional, it was just cute to watch Yoongi’s expressions. You guys continued to eat and conversate until something caught Yoongi’s eye. Suddenly, Yoongi's eyes widen as he spots someone across the room. His eyes grew dark and full of hate. He couldn’t believe that out of thousands of restaurants in Seoul, he decided to come here.

Hoseok, now looking distant and bitter, locks eyes with Yoongi. They haven't seen each other since their childhood, when they were once inseparable friends. Yoongi turns back to you, trying to dismiss the unwelcome sight.

You frowned softly and tried to look for what Yoongi was looking at, noticing the man you had saved and his friends. Jimin locks eyes with you and gives you a warm smile to which you return before looking back at Yoongi.

“Baby is everything, okay?” you ask, pulling Yoongi’s hands to yours. The sight tickled Hoseok. He shook his head and leaned over to whisper something in Jimin’s ear.

“Yeah, just someone from my past, I’m not too fond of, has made his presence known.”

You frowned softly.

“We can leave, let’s go somewhere else. We can go see a movie or just go home.” You said gathering your things. Yoongi agreed.

He wasn’t scared, he just didn’t want to have to kill anyone tonight. He didn’t want to scare you.

Yoongi pulls out his phone and texts Namjoon and Seokjin, but they are already two steps ahead of him. They had already called reinforcements and they were lining the premises as they headed towards your table, but Hoseok beat them to the punch. Hoseok and his men reach Yoongi's table, sparks of tension filling the air. The diners watch with rapt attention, sensing they are about to witness something significant.

“Hello, Miss Nurse. I haven’t seen you at the hospital anymore” Hoseok smirked not even acknowledging Yoongi, only to get under his skin, which was working. You were still a bit oblivious to who this man was or his infatuation with you but you just remained respectful.

“O-oh, yeah,” you start with a nervous chuckle before continuing “I don’t work at the hospital anymore. I’ve moved on. I wanted a change of pace.” Hoseok pouted “Aw. That’s a shame. I liked seeing you there. I only trust you with my checkups.”

Yoongi’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he stared at you. He wasn’t doing so to indicate that he was upset with you in any way. He needed to keep his eyes on you to serve as a reminder that he couldn’t let you see him be the evil person he was. Or he was supposed to be.

“There are many amazing nurses there, I’m sure you’ll find someone amazing.” You said. You looked at Yoongi, wishing he would save you from this conversation but the look he was giving you sent chills down your back.

“Oh, where are my manners, who’s this gentleman?” Hoseok smiled looking at Yoongi. Yoongi’s dark glare met with Hoseok’s taunting one.

“This is my-“

“You know exactly who I am, Hoseok,” Yoongi said nonchalantly.

Their eyes meet again, and tension fills the air. It was suffocating. You sat back in your seat as you looked back and forth between the two men.

“Hello Hyung, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” Hoseok started, “It’s so nice to see you again”

“Can't say it's good to see you,” Yoongi said with no interest in having a conversation with him.”Hoseok, you always had a way of showing up where you're not wanted”

“Aw don’t be like that Hyung. We’re better than that. We’ve known each other since diapers. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your stunning girlfriend. She is quite beautiful. She catches the eye of many people doesn’t she?”

Yoongi's brows furrow and he instantly becomes defensive from Hoseok's words. He stands immediately, knocking into the table and grabbing everyone’s attention. You stood to your feet as well. “Y-Yoongi don’t” you whispered. He clenched his fist tightly as he took a deep breath before looking back at Hoseok. You gripped his hand. Yoongi lets a sly smile play on his lips while his grip on your hand tightens. You look at him with a worried expression.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Hoseok. You left me alone. I left you alone. You got what you wanted, don’t fuck up what I want. Let’s play nice. I want to have a nice evening with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You’ve been dating for quite a while. Four years right? You haven’t asked her to marry you? You haven’t fulfilled your master’s wish? Where’s his grandchild? You move quite slowly hyung, I’m surprised. That’s not the Yoongi I know.” Hoseok chuckled and tilted his head. “I can always take your place if you’d like. She’d-”

Yoongi stepped closer to Hoseok which caused Jimin and Taehyung to get closer which only made Seokjin and Namjoon do the same. Jungkook came behind you, pulled you away, and placed you behind him. You could barely keep your eyes away from Yoongi as he stood fearless in front of the same men who scared you out of the operating room.

“Say another fucking word,-” Yoongi spat before Hoseok cut him off, his face turning dark. “And what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

“You better watch your tone, Hoseok,” Seokjin said firmly Jimin and Taehyung exchanged glances, ready for a confrontation. Namjoon prepared himself promptly. Hoseok takes a look at Seokjin “Ahh, Hyung, how is your mother doing? Still waiting for me to finish what I started? I must say, I was always her favorite.”

“Don’t ever mention my mother when you’re the reason she isn’t here in the first fucking place” Seokjin clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.

“If you’re looking for a fight, you will find one if you keep this up,” Namjoon said. Hoseok's grin widens maliciously, and he signals his men. Suddenly, all hell breaks loose.

Tables flip, glasses shatter, and chaos ensues as the two factions clash in a brutal display of mobster power. The jazz band abruptly stops playing, and terrified diners scramble for cover amidst the mayhem.

Amidst the chaos, Jungkook grabs you and pulls you behind a wall guarding you from the chaos. Tears filled your eyes and you started shaking as you watched your boyfriend skillfully deflecting blows and landing precise strikes. Jungkook turns to you and gives you a reassuring smile. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Yoongi”

Soon, the authorities are called, and sirens wail in the distance. In the midst of the chaos, Yoongi approaches Hoseok wiping the blood from his lip as he watches Hoseok do the same.

“If you really want to settle this like men then you know where to find me,” Yoongi says darkly… His words were last with pain and hatred for this man he once called his friend. Hoseok carried that same amount of hatred for Yoongi as well. “You can count on it. I'll always be around.”

“As will I” Yoongi spat, watching Hosoek walk away with that same malicious grin he had coming to his table. Yoongi wasn't worried about the police nor was he worried about the owner pressing charges. The owner knew what was best for him. Yoongi turns to Seokjn who hardly had a scratch on him

“Tell the owner that we will pay him for the damages and however long it’ll take him to open up again. Go with him.” The two men nodded.

Jungkook helped you up. You looked at the now-empty restaurant, standing amongst the ruins of the once-fancy establishment. You were shocked as you looked at the damage. Yoongi turned to you seeing the look of fear wash over your face as you saw your boyfriend there with a few small cuts on his face. He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms tightly.

You practically fell into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Baby…I’m okay. I’m okay. You’re okay”

As the sleek black car smoothly made its way through the dimly lit streets, Yoongi sat in the back seat, his gaze never leaving yours. Your eyes were still filled with a mix of shock and worry as you replayed the brutal scene that had unfolded before her. The atmosphere in the car was heavy, but Yoongi remained calm, despite being sore from the fight and ruining a perfectly good shirt.

Yoongi reached out and gently took your hand in his, his touch grounding and soothing. "Blossom," he spoke softly, his voice laced with reassurance. "Blossom please look at me. You're safe now, okay? You're with me, and I won't let anything happen to you. That will never happen again."

You turned your head to face him, your eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Taking a deep breath you nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. "I know, Yoongi. It's just… seeing you like that, in that fight, it scared me. I didn’t think it would escalate to that. I didn’t know that’s who you were talking about…this is all happening so fast"

Your words tugged at Yoongi's heart, and he understood the turmoil you were feeling. It’s only been a short time he told you and things were already falling apart. He leaned closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his side. "Baby…” he starts “I know it wasn't easy for you to watch, Y/N. For now, this is who I am this is how it has to be. I’ve tried to shield you as much as I can but I can’t always hide this part as much as I would like to."

"Who you are, or supposed to be, scares me sometimes," you admitted quietly, your voice shaky. You still couldn’t begin to imagine all the things Yoongi does when he isn’t around you. This was probably the mildest thing he’s ever done. "I love you, but I hate seeing you in danger, putting yourself at risk for this lifestyle."

Yoongi tenderly brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes holding nothing but love and understanding. "I understand your concerns, Blossom. And believe me, I hate putting you through this. But, this life comes with certain responsibilities and certain enemies. I need to protect our people and our interests. More importantly, I need to protect our future. It's a part of who I am, but it doesn't define me completely."

As the car moved along, the tension began to ease, and Yoongi's driver kept a respectful distance, giving them a sense of privacy within their conversation. Yoongi leaned in closer, his deep voice velvety and comforting. "I promise you, blossom, I'll do everything in my power to keep you out of the line of fire. You mean everything to me, and your safety will always be my top priority. Nothing else"

Your eyes met his, searching for any sign of deceit, but all you could find was sincerity and love. You nodded and gave him a small smile, trusting his words. "I believe you, Yoongi. I’ll try my best to stay out of the way and not put myself out there. I don’t want you to keep getting hurt like this" You say rubbing his face softly and looking at the cuts and bruising across his hands.

Yoongi kissed your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. "I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and everything we build from here on out"

Wrapped in Yoongi's embrace, you found solace, knowing that you had each other to lean on in this chaotic life. As the car continued its journey home, you held onto each other, drawing strength from your love, knowing that you could face any obstacle as long as you were with him.

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts angst #bts jungkook #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts smut drabble #bts jimn #bts seokjin #bangtanwhq #micdropnet #female oc #bts taehyung #bts mafia au #bts mafia series

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linos-luna · 1 year

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Can I request a Yoongi smut with a fem reader.Yoongi is so stressed with working on the album one day he comes home from filming the music video still in his agust d outfit and takes it out on the reader 🥵🥵🥵

Agust d is just 🥵

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Louder ❣️

Hard!Dom!Yoongi x Sub!Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral (male recieving), pain kink, crying, filth, slapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, d/s

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Yoongi sat on the couch, running his hand through his hair with a sigh. He just barely got home from a stressful music video shoot and didn’t even bother to change his clothes or clean his face. You didn’t say anything as you watched from the hallway, but he knew you were there.

“Come here, y/n…” he said, not even turning his head.

You slowly walked over to him and he patted his lap, implying that he wanted you to sit.

Yoongi moved your hair from your face and started kissing you. At first it was soft but then got deeper and sloppier. He bit your lip and inserted tongue; you swore you could taste some blood and moaned at the feeling.

After some sloppy making out, he grabs your chin. “Y/n, I’m so tired today, you know?”

“You look really good.” You said meekly.

“Yeah?” He smirked while kissing and sucking at your neck. You like me dressed up and dirty?”

You only whined at the feeling, tracing your fingers down his chest. “Yes, Master. Agust D…” you giggle.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and suck me off, hm?”

You nodded and before getting up, he suddenly slapped you, it wasn’t that hard but still stunned you. He dramatically cleared his throat and you realized your mistake.

“… yes master!” you quickly say before he pushes you off his lap and you stumble to your knees to undo his pants. You struggled a bit but was finally able to lower his pants. He helped you lower his boxers and pulled out his cock, rubbing it in front of your face.

You soon gave little kitten licks to the tip, making Yoongi groan and pull your hair.

“No teasing you dumb bitch!”

You then took his entire length in your mouth. It was huge and you wanted to get used it. But Yoongi was impatient, he needed relief now.

Your boyfriend grabbed your hair tightly and fucked your throat. It was deep and harsh. You could barely breathe but he loved the sound of it.

“What’s wrong baby?” He grunt. “Cant handle it? I know you can, dumb slut!”

You whimpered and moaned before feeling his hips stutter. You gagged at the feeling and he came in your mouth.

You tried sitting back but Yoongi grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks to make your lips part and watch a mix of your spit and his cum drip from your mouth.

“Dirty bitch…” he panted with a devious smile. “So fuckin filthy…”

You didn’t say anything, only deeply breathing as you tried swallowing what you could.

“Answer me!” Yoongi yelled suddenly while giving a harsh slap to the cheek. You stumbled back a little and could barely catch yourself before he kicked you to the floor with his foot.

“Y-yes master!” you gasp as he gets on top of you, pinning you down by the wrists.

He chuckled as he yanked down your pants and nearly ripped off your underwear.

You moaned at the feeling of him teasing your wet cunt, spreading your legs wide, and roughly entered you. You screamed and Yoongi grabbed you by the throat.

“Again! Scream again, bitch!” He said while thrusting harder, bending your legs to a painful point.

You screamed again, panting and nearly crying as he rammed into you. It was painful but weirdly you loved it.

“Again!” He grunted while squeezing your throat lightly. “Louder!”

“Master… Yoongi! Master… Agust D!” you choked in a raspy scream.

“Cum on my dick like the dirty girl you are!” He panted as he was close himself.

You came and he did as well.

Yoongi wiped your tears as he pulled out and lifting you from the floor. He picked up your limp form and brought you to the bed. He laid next to you and you got a bit insecure as you realized you were completely naked as he was only missing his pants and boxers.

Before you could cover yourself, Yoongi softly kissed your lips and stroked your hair.

“Sleep now, baby… you’re so good to me.”

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missbangtangirl · 1 year

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Damn Yoongi 🔥💋

#suga x black reader #sugar #min suga #bts suga #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi x black reader #bts smut #bts grammy #bts x poc #bts headcanons #bts scenarios #run bts #bts reactions #bts icons #btsgif #btsedit

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hobicakess · 2 years

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HOUSEWIVES OF SEOUL: HOW THEY MET!!

SUMMARY: Being the wives of Seoul biggest criminals isn’t easy. It comes with multiple hardships and obstacles. Be ready to get a closer look inside the lives of Bangtan boys 7 lovers

RATING: 18+

PAIRINGS: Kim Namjoon x OC Kim Seokjin x OC Min Yoongi x OC Jung Hoseok x OC Park Jimin x OC Kim Taehyung x OC Jeon JungKook x OC

TAGS: yandere/toxic behavior, kidnapping, stalking, guns, blood mention, theft, forced marriage & relationships, drugs, knifes, Kleptomania (urges to steal items), obsessions, sex mention, aave ( African-American vernacular), (one night stand)

🏷 TAG LIST: @mwitsmejk k | @sovereignlizzie | @jooniesbubbie

A/N: none of these relationships are healthy no matter how sweet the first meeting MIGHT have been.

talk to the wives and husbands!! | wives profiles

NAMJOON & TINA KIM

Working at a trauma center was a hassle. Tina saw thousands of people everyday coming in with tons of different accidents and sicknesses. Her job required her to be quick, get your patient done and go on to the next. Little did she know the center she worked at was a little more corrupt then she intentionally thought. Of course she noticed the patients lack of responses on her clipboard, even the injuries screamed gang related, but Tina Snow didn’t say much because at the end of the day she was getting paid hella good, maybe better than the other nurses for some reason but, as I’ve said. She minded her business and did what she was told. One night she went outside for fresh air after dealing with another stab wound, she tried to light her cigarette but her lighter wouldn’t work.

“Damnit” she smacked her teeth, throwing the lighter in the trash going to head back into her work place. She needed to quick smoking anyways, before she stepped into the sliding door she was yanked back, hand covering her mouth, cold metal pressing against her cheek. Forced into a car, to Kim Namjoon himself, bleeding out from his chest, both knees. He was going in and out of consciousness, barley holding on. “I- he needs to go to the center bringing me here doesn’t-” the gun was pressed harder into the back of her head and she had no choice but to work fast, him dying meant she’d died too. “Sir? Sir? I need you awake okay? Stay up for me” her hands tapping onto his cheeks lightly. Then going to work successfully, removing bullet from his shoulder.

“You married." the barely conscious black haired man asked. His heavy eyelids staring at the beautiful brown woman "No sir" barely paying attention to the very attractive mans words. how could she with a gun pressed against her neck?

“You will be." was the last thing he said before he was completely out.

SEOKJIN & JASMINE KIM

Jasmine found Seokjin suited up to fish in a pond that she was request to research on. Any little disruption would throw her current data off completely. Heels and lapcoat she speed walked over him. "You can't fish here sir. This is private property." the man didn't even give her a look as he hooked his fishing pole together. Why was he in a 3 piece suit fishing? "Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'll call the police." He let out a mocking laugh finally looking over his broad shoulder a thick dark eyebrow raised at her. "Call em."

Going to put the bait on hook. Placing down her clip board, she stomped to him now standing in front of him. "I'd be dammed if you mess my hard work just to fish and catch nothing but a sickly fi-" she slipped on the dock. SeokJins hand went to grab her dropping his fishing rod to grab her waist before she feel in the water. Both of their eyes scanning each other's faces.

"The only thing I've caught is you"

YOONGI & DIAMOND MIN

Diamond worked around money, tons of it. Being either the bills that’s were thrown at her every night or the people she worked with throughout the day. She was a maid at a 5 star hotel during the daytime and it helped her a lot with her sticky fingers, taking things from rich people and they probably wouldn’t notice and if they did they’d buy another one. Diamond had saw Yoongi come in the hotel, he was finer than wine, and they were eyeing each other. He called room service and asked for her specifically. Long story short they fucked like animals and Diamond wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a good lay.

In the morning, Diamond woke up before the sliver haired man and while putting her clothes back on she saw his wallet on the middle of the floor, a part in her body was begging her to take it and as always it won, Diamond stole Yoongis wallet, watch, and suitcase full of clothes, leaving him with only his cellphone. She gave 2,000 to her little sister, and splurged the rest on herself that’s did include Multiple bills , walking home one day from the club she noticed she was being followed, after making multiple twist and turns before she was grabbed fully and yanked into the a car.

Diamond was laid flat on her back rope tied under and above her breast, hands cuffed tightly together along with her knees and ankles snug with duck tape. After she ran away three times, tazed jungkook and stabbed yoongi this was honestly for everyone's safety. Yoongi sat across from her watching her still struggle against her restrains.

"You don't give up do you?" With one last huff she blew her hair out off her face breathing heavily. "All I want is for you to return my money, AND, my watch, AND the clothes you stole."

"Thrifted it and gave the money away to charity." staring up at the basement ceiling. Leaning forward in his chair put his elbows on his knees holding his chin. "So the BRAND new Birkin bag just showed up by coincidence?"

"A gift from a sugar daddy." yoongi snorted running a hand through his hair. “You’ll forever be in debt because you can’t keep your childishness.” eyes raking her tied up form.

“Fuck do you think you are? The Godfather?” She struggled against the rope but they weren’t coming off any time soon. “Worst”

HOSEOK AND QUINN JUNG

Hoseok had always came to the underground to watch Quinn dance. She moved way more smoothly than the other female dancer, yet elegantly. Always winning companions against older dancers. She was quirky, had a beautiful smile and she loved dancing. 17 year old Jung Hoseok watched Quinn Banks dance swiftly to Straight Outta Compton owning the older dancers. He'd come to the underground just to watch her dance battles.

When the older dancers bitterly threw her money at her she smugly counting the bills before shoving them into her bra. Grabbing her skateboard she was quick to start on her way. Not before turning to Hoseok titling her head giving him a big smile. "You' my number 1 fan or somethin' ?" His ears and face grew hot knowing that he'd been caught. “Y-you dance very nice." Smile growing wider she held out her hand "I'm Quinn."

"Hoseok... but you can call me Hobi." ears turning redder.

"Okay Hobi, let's go get some ramen. We can share a bowl."

JIMIN & ATHENA PARK

Athena did a lot of hustling growing up, to just keep her and her sister alive. She was a bill collector for a short period of time, then she worked at a trap house slapping rubber bands on every 1,000 dollars. As her little sister got older she got more and more independent, she got a job, a little apartment with her friends, she went to school on 4 year scholarship. Athena wasn’t needed anymore and didn’t know if she should be jealous or proud. She lived in their parents old house, and she sorta stopped hustling though she did still sell and make product.

She’d always wanted to be a chemical engineer and her father even made her a lab in their shed and she did use that to her advantage making her product there and it always sold out great, she did feel a little bad about selling but money was money. her usual deals were to rich people, who were functional crackheads meeting them outside of some high end club called ‘winter bear’, she’d sold 10 bags when she was stopped. “So you’re the little lady taking all our customers?” turning her back hand on her piece at her side, “I’ve been around for years baby, not my fault your huff puff ain’t’ selling.”

He took another step closer, making her pull her gun out from off her side. He put his hands up mockingly “We’re not here to hurt you Doll, we just want our years worth of money.” taking another step forward and she took one back. “Funny we’ve been trying to track you for a long time and now your works been sloppy. What’s eating that little head up lately Doll.”

Athena didn’t know if this guy was serious or just another weirdo junkie, he looked a little too put together to be a junkie, but she did sell to a lot of put together addicts. “Come closer I’ll put a bullet through your head, and leave you to rot.” the man literally moaned out loud, the deep growl bouncing off the walls of the alleyway. “Go on and shoot me Doll.” The thing was . . . She’s never actually used her gun before, usually weirdos scram when she showed her piece on her hip and now she’s definitely met her match. So she ran as fast as she could away from the guy. It's honestly a shame she’d got caught.

TAEHYUNG AND TIANA KIM

Tiana was born a star. That’s what she’d always been told, that she’d be someone who’d be adored by all. Growing up she was pushed constantly by her family to do almost anything, she participated in pageants, was a child model, sung almost all the solos in church choir. She was always eager to please her parents and knew that even as she’d grown to an adult they would want her to be something great in life and she loved them so much that she became exactly what they wanted her to be. Around the age of 19 she got a job at ‘Winter Bear’ a jazz club where older men showed up, sometimes men and women her age came to see her sing.

She got a lot of admirers, sending her flowers and gifts but there was alway one admirer who’s gifts weren’t so cheap. Pandora bracelets, new designer handbags, dresses that were her exact measurement, sexy underwear, more expensive jewelry, even money to get her nails done in the color they wanted. Tina couldn’t take these gifts but her mother could see it as a man with money and interest. Maybe he could help Tina become the star she was born to be, so she went to her father and told him about her discomfort and he called her ungrateful. With both of her parents against she caved and accepted the gifts.

Tiana was getting ready to go home after a long day of sweating on stage. Her throat was sore and her hair was sweated out, all she wanted was to get home and take a long bath. Turing to leave her dressing room she yelped finally noticing the man leaned on the door frame with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Holding a hand to her chest she glared "Are you outta' your mind?." His stare was heavy on her “I do apologize for startling you darling but it is my job to check in on my employees.”

“Oh! Mr.Kim! I apologize for being rude, I’ve been having a stressful couple of days.” Tina was leaving Seoul for good to live with her fathers side of the family in the states and do broadway. “You do know I’m leaving for the states in a couple days, I have a job waiting for me. So I guess I’m stressed about leaving my parents.”

Watching his thick eyebrows scrunch deeply at the mention of her leaving. “How long would you be gone for?” he asked, voice deeper than before, almost scaring her. “I don’t know, maybe I might. . . permanently stay there.” she shrugged. Ther we’re plenty of singers willing to work at Winter Bear. It was a list club after all and it paid well. Pulling her purse over her shoulder she started to head out the door when Taehyung stopped her “These are for you!”

He held out the bouquet of red roses and she looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you Mr.Kim, I’ll put them in water as soon as I get home.” bowing, she left him standing alone in her dressing room. Little did she know accepting those roses meant she would be bound to him forever.

ARIEL & JUNGKOOK JEON

Ariel sat in a large room with her older sister Athena at her side. In front of them her husband and 2 other men were seated in front of them. "What are you talking about Namjoon?" Athena asked.

"We think it'd be best if Ariel and Jungkook were wed. For her safety of course." While Athena was seething, Ariel was as quiet as a mouse eyes planted on the floor as she tried to detach herself from the situation at hand and ignore the burning stare of her future husband. She can cry later. "So brought me here to ask me for my sister's hand?"

"Well I don't have to ask you. Don't take my kindness for cheap. Jimin already signed her off into Jungkook's care." Ariel noticed her sister's hand reach into her purse, fingers gripping the bedazzled dagger tightly. "Jimin did what?"

"It's just business Doll, and you're always talking about how worried you are for her now that she's living on her own. Now she has jungkook!" Jimin grunted when the knife sliced him directly in the shoulder. Jumping over the table fist landing directly across namjoons cheek. Jungkook grabs her, pinning Athena to the table when the door bursts open and other men came into the room.

"Jungkook take Ariel out please." Jimin huffed when his wife landed another kick to his chest yelling about how she couldn't go anywhere with him. Jungkooks hand on the small of her back leading her out the room, while her sister's wails faded.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't the way you hoped to meet your husband." hand grabbing hers placing a kiss on it "I do promise to treat you greatly"

What would she tell her girlfriend?

#bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #yandere bts #mafia bts #min yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #kim seokjin x reader #kim namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #bts x black girl #bts x poc #bts army #bts x reader #ot7 x reader

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hobisstar · 2 years

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HOWDYYYY ! The in the soop series starts now!! part one is out, part two might be out later this week~~. love you lots xxx

#bts ot7 smut #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x poc #bts x reader #plus size reader

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hisunshiine · 2 years

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—whims & inconsistencies | 3

→ posted: july 11, 2022 (sorry it was late)

→ pairing: kim seokjin x poc!reader

→ genre/au: victorian era!au, pride&prejudice vibes, fluff, smut, angst

→ chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature

→ wordcount: 3.4k words

→ chapter warnings: mentions of misogyny, a lot of vulgar things implied, prostitute lessons LOL, female masturbation, bad decisions, drunken run-in, taunting, mimicry, physical assault in the form of grabbing, ripping clothes, non consensual kiss and groping, character intent of sexual assault and or physical harm to reader, physical struggle, running for your life, scrapes, predator-prey feelings of fear, cliffhanger end (sorry) if any of these things are triggering to you, please do not read.

→ credits: @hobeemin for the most amazing banner idea. @peachiilovesot7 you are the best beta reader i could ever ask for. thank you to @moonleeai, @heathfritiiiary, @a_bit_jess and @cherrysoulth for all of your positive cheering and comments on the story! the story is flowing so well thanks to your input!

→ an: sorry this update was late, this weekend was a bit hectic for me! Updates should be weekly! If you would like to be on a tag list, please reply to this chapter or send an ask! this chapter features some heavy warnings which are not used lightly. please do not read if this topic is upsetting and know you are not alone. please see the end of the chapter for more info on this.

series masterlist map of Sonyeondan

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Min Yoongi visiting Sonyeondan was always the plan, but seeing his alabaster skin in the sunlight of the city by the sea was a sight for sore eyes. Yoongi steps off the train, meeting you and Namjoon on the platform where you throw your arms around him.

It has been almost two months since you last saw the man, and there is so much that you want to update him on in your life, especially when it comes to a certain eldest brother to the man loosely wrapping his arms around your embrace with Yoongi.

“Good to see you, Min.” Namjoon’s baritone rumbles against you before he steps away allowing you to release Yoongi. His face is slightly red, whether from the sun or from embarrassment from the warm reception he received, you know he will never tell.

“You too. It’s hot in this part of the country, isn’t it,” he says, tugging at his collar as he walks ahead, breaking eye contact. It’s telling of his thoughts and you smile as you follow the two men to the waiting carriage. Jiwoo accompanied you to get Yoongi, as it would be seen as improper to go only with Namjoon, especially since you have already been seen several times being called on by Seokjin.

Climbing into the carriage, you settle into the vacant seat next to Jiwoo as Yoongi hands the footman his luggage for loading. Namjoon introduces Jiwoo and Yoongi to each other briefly and the two appear to be at ease with each other.

“So, care to fill me in on the news you mentioned in your letters?” Yoongi asks as he rolls up his shirtsleeves to the elbow.

“It’s really not news, per se..” you respond, feeling put in the spotlight from his blunt question. Min Yoongi has never been one for subtleties, and Jiwoo jumps on his comment, excited to share your business.

“Oh, it’s most likely that she has been…seeing a certain heir to the Kim fortune.” Jiwoo sits back proudly, raising her eyebrows in jest.

Yoongi looks between you and Namjoon, slightly confused.

“I know only one Kim…but Namjoon isn’t the heir so this means—” he pauses before chuckling and offering his hand to Namjoon. “Congrats on having YN as a sister-in-law, now you’re stuck with her annoying ass.”

You gasp in mock appall; you are quite used to Yoongi’s mouth being a filth pot. The others just laugh, and you swat the air to hush them.

“It is a Sunday, watch your mouth, Min Yoongi. And let’s not jinx it! I am rather content with just being Namjoon’s best friend until things progress further with his brother. But yes,” you continue, turning towards Yoongi, “I have been called on several times by Seokjin, and it seems to be progressing well.”

Namjoon coughs into his hand as Jiwoo stiffles a giggle.

“What?!” You ask, scandalized by their reaction.

“By progressing well, you mean slower than a turtle.”

“Slow progress is still progress,” you rebuttal, and Yoongi sighs as he waits for more information.

“They’ve all been teasing me because it’s been like two months and we haven’t been physical beyond what is acceptable in polite company.”

Gazing out the window, you miss the way they look at each other, all laughing at your tactful way of wording it.

“Don’t mind these ruffians, YN. The boys just know that they’re none too familiar with warming someone’s bed, so they would like to be able to hear all the sordid details.”

You can’t hold back the giggle as the two men across from you jaws flap at being called virgins. You know that they very well may not be as pure as you, but they also weren’t being found in brothels and don’t have rumors of debauchery, unlike a certain group of young rakes.

Yoongi disembarks at the local inn, where he will be staying for the week while he searches for accommodations for his upcoming move. You know that he also plans to seek out a place to work for the time being as well, but his family has enough wealth to support him on this venture.

“Let’s gather Tuesday night. I have several meetings lined up for tomorrow that father wants me to take care of for him, and I will make sure to schedule any further meetings on Wednesday. I’m itching to hear my favorite girl play.”

Smiling at Yoongi and Namjoon, who is staying with Yoongi for a bit longer, you wave as the Jung’s carriage takes you back to the house.

You spend most of Monday practicing some new songs Namjoon composed until bedtime, with a quick reprieve when a delivery of two beautiful bouquets of unique and lively flowers arrives at the Jung residence for you.

Sent by Seokjin, the first bouquet showcases a majority of purple and yellow pansies, your birth flower, with other like-colored flowers to embellish it. The second one holds one you are unfamiliar with, and after a venture into the second floor library for a book on birth flowers, you find Seokjin’s birthday and the meaning of the flower within.

Affection, matrimonial tenderness, and ill-timed wit. You laugh at the last one, thinking back to the first time you met Seokjin when he made Mr. Park mad, but also of the many times during your walks or tea times when he would make a joke that never failed to make you laugh, but always was said at the wrong moment.

When the butler walked in on a poor joke about dogs barking at the wall, or the time Hoseok only heard the punchline to a joke and thought he was being inappropriate with you when he left to the bathroom for a short moment.

You had reassured any thoughts away that he had about Seokjin being inappropriate, but it hadn’t stopped you from the thoughts of what if he had been. You both were adults, of age for marriage, and for marital relations.

You weren’t a stranger to sex and what it consisted of—you were one of very few women at a college full of men, and a woman of color at that. Men often made remarks about your curves—your hips and your lips—and when you overheard a conversation that first month in school, you begged Namjoon and Yoongi to tell you everything they knew, which wasn’t much at first.

As they made friends and went out a few times, they learned more, which they shared with you, and coupled with the books available to you at the college library, you were able to learn quite a bit about the anatomy of a male and how it works with your own. And then there was that one night right before your last semester when the three of you got drunk out at a tavern…a woman of the street had approached your companions thinking one of them was yours so the other must want company.

After explaining to her that they did not want company, you offered to pay her a few coins to tell you about sex. The three of you listened to her with rapture as she spilled all the dirty details, allowing you to ask questions that she answered for a few extra coins. When the men went to pay the tab with the barman, she pulled you aside and gave you free advice—what you could do to see how it feels, before you let a man be the first to touch you.

The three of you left that night, faces flushed with alcohol and embarrassment of what you learned, but you tested out her words and she was right. Now, you lay in your bed, fingers sliding beneath your night gown as your fingertips graze along the inside of your thighs.

You’ve since explored your own body several times since then, and you know exactly what you’d like the man you imagine as you tease at your folds to do to you if he gets you alone.

Closing your eyes, you shift your hips as your legs widen, pulling them up into a butterfly so you can tease along your opening, wetting your fingers as you dip them in lightly. Dragging your fingers up to your throbbing clit, you circle your fingers while pressing along it, biting your lip as the feeling grows in your lower abdomen.

This is the fastest way that you know works; using your own fingers inside of you feels good and you enjoy it, but it never feels like enough. This spot though, this spot that you learned about in a book at school, told you everything you needed to know. Bless Jane Sharp for The Midwives Book.

Imagining it was Seokjin’s long fingers poised against your heat, spreading your essence until in the quiet of the night you can hear the arousal as it slides along your skin, you quietly moan as your breathing grows harsher.

You swirl faster, imagining Seokjin’s pouty lips trailing down your neck, kissing and sucking until he leaves you covered in the proof of your love-making, and you shiver as your chest heaves in delight of the image in your head. Shirtless with his broad shoulders for you to grasp as he enters you, and you’re sure that he would fill you so much more than your fingers do.

Pushing your head back into your pillow, your body slightly lifts as your heels press into the mattress, your climax rushing through your veins until your muscles release their tension and you sink back into the bed.

Trying to catch your breath, you sigh from the post orgasm haze. With how things are progressing, you hope that one day you will be able to experience this with Seokjin.

In the evening, Hoseok rides with you to the local theater, where Namjoon has rented one of the practice rooms. Jiwoo is wrapped up in plans with her mother for the upcoming debut and Hoseok already has plans to go out with friends, so he’s entrusting you to your two best friends.

“I doubt that anything bad will happen with you nerds playing music, just make sure you get home safely. I’m not sure when I’ll be done so have one of them escort you home, okay?”

“Hoseok, you do not live far from the theater, it’s maybe a ten minute walk! It takes longer to walk to promenade with Jin than to go to the theater from your house.”

“If it’s too late, you have one of them escort you. Just because it’s close doesn’t mean it’s safe at night for a young woman.”

You nod, slightly irritated that your gender is grounds to be treated like a fragile being, as if you aren’t made up of the same flesh and bone as the man staring back at you.

“Don’t have too much fun tonight, Hoseok. I don’t want to find you hungover and hanging from the carriage door, having to struggle with the footman to get you up to your room before your father wakes up.”

Hoseok smirks back at your mirth filled face.

“Yah! That was one time, YN, I won’t drink that much again.”

Waving goodbye, you carry your violin case through the theater doors to where you hear a piano forte tuning.

Playing with Yoongi and Namjoon is one of the greatest joys. Namjoon has been working fastidiously, composing music for you and Yoongi to play. Yoongi’s hands move so fast across the keys as your bow slices the strings and Namjoon can’t seem to stop smiling at the way his music sounds when played by the two of you.

Namjoon has such a grand understanding of music, and you can’t quite believe the way he is able to hear you and Yoongi play and tweak the notes he’s thought up to create such a wonderful sound.

Yoongi expresses his plans for wanting to move here permanently as the two of you warm up.

“What about a business teaching music? There’s ample children here. We could teach them how to play! They can put on performances at the theater, and we can set up scholarships for the music conservatory, all of that.”

“I’m a woman, Yoongi. Will we be able to get a business loan if I am listed as a partner?”

“Well, between me and Joon, will we need a loan? You know that I hate having to deal with people who are stuck thinking that women are not the most powerful creatures on this earth. I’d rather not deal with the politics of getting a loan.”

“I agree with Yoongi.” Namjoon nods as he pulls out sheets of music from his briefcase.

“I rather dislike working with men; , women are of a higher caliber in thought and creativity from what I have seen. Though I like Namjoon enough.”

The three of you laugh before getting down to business.

So lost in making music, several hours pass when the three of you finally stop and look at the clock.

“Shit, I’ve got to get home!” Namjoon begins grabbing his sheet music, trying to organize it as fast as possible to place it into his case. Yoongi stretches, arching his back as he bends backwards from sitting at the piano for so long. You rest your violin back into its case and lock your bow in the designated spot.

“Do you need an escort, YN? I’ve got to get home, my father—you know—”

“Go Joonie, it’s like a 10 minute walk, at the most. I can make it home quite fast and your place is the opposite way. No worries.”

“I can escort you, YN,” Yoongi offers as he stands up, but you can see how tired he is. He had many meetings for his father and then had to wake up early for someone who had to meet him today. He’s practically dragging now that he’s no longer sat at the piano.

“It’s okay,” you refuse as the two of you trail Namjoon’s large frame, almost sprinting from the building ahead of you. “I know you have early meetings tomorrow for your father and the inn is the opposite direction.”

The two of you stop outside of the theater as Yoongi locks up the practice room entrance. He gives you a quick hug with a whisper to get home safely before he takes off down the lane, disappearing around the next corner to his accommodations.

The night appears calm, nice and balmy with a breeze, as you meander towards the Jung residence. The deepness of the night takes over the farther you get from the main street, away from the lanterns that previously lit your way.

The wind kicks up a notch as you continue walking, and you wish you had thought to bring a coat with you to fight off the slight chill that seems to grow with every step you take deeper into the night.

Humming lightly to yourself, you don’t notice the shadows following you as you leave the main street.

“Well, well, well, look what we’ve stumbled upon, boys!”

His deep timbre voice causes your step to stumble slightly as you hold the handle to your violin case tighter. The laughter from the other two fills you with dread.

“Good evening.” Your voice is clipped as you hasten your step to get home.

“Great evening…I must say, I didn’t expect you to be two-timing my brother, but it’s always the ones who play innocent, huh?”

“What are you speaking on?” you’re actually confused, stopping to face Taehyung and his lackeys.

“You were wrapped up in that guy's arms, the guy who’s friends with Joonie. Bet you and him have been fucking since college, huh? And my brother is just for fun? Did you also let Joonie fuck? Maybe the three of you had some fun while at college?”

You can smell the alcohol on him; he steps closer to you and you realize your mistake in stopping. The three corner you against the brick wall along the abandoned, dark lane as your heart races.

“What’s one more then, pretty girl? The three of us and you? I can promise you’ll have fun.”

“Haven’t had anyone complain yet.” Your eyes flit to one of the other men, Park Jimin you believe his name was.

“No, the screams were in pleasure…once the pain subsided.” The last one, Jeon Jungkook, leans in closer, smirk on his face and you can see how other girls get caught up in their looks. The three men are beautiful beyond belief, but their intentions are sinister.

Taehyung grabs at your arm, and you pull away causing your sleeve to rip.

“You really think you can stop me? Stop us?” His voice is a low growl sending warning signals as goose pimples across your skin.

“I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead,” he replies as he raises his voice to continue on. “Scream until your heart's content. We’ll just cover that saucy mouth of yours until Jimin here has his pants down far enough to fill it.” He sounds like a drunken circus ringleader, entertaining a crowd.

You know better than to think he is just putting on a show though—you know that this time, they aren’t playing. They’re drunk and menacing, and if you don’t do something, you will end up shamed. It is a fate worse than death.

“Stay away from me.”

“Stay away from me,” Jungkook mimics, and you ready your violin case.

When the men lunge for you, you swing hard and fast, able to take out Jimin and Jungkook, the two men falling over each other as your instrument leaves your hand. The two take to the ground with the case landing on top of them, and the cobblestones under them break their fall.

Drunk and groaning, the two are slow to move, thrown off as their equilibrium goes off kilter. Unfortunately, Taehyung dodges your swing and he pins you to the wall roughly with his left arm barred across your chest and his leg splitting your thighs. His hand grips your upper arm as he pushes his elbow firmly to the other side to pin you down. You can feel the wall scraping your exposed skin as you’re pressed harder against it.

“I love your fear. Crave it. Run, little rabbit, and I will catch you.”

Taehyung presses his mouth to your lips, his free hand groping your breast as you writhe against him, trying to free your hands from how his arm is pressing them against the wall.

His hand moves down along your body, leaving the bodice and grasping at the skirt of your dress. You can feel him bunching up your petticoat as he gathers the fabric in his large hand, your legs being revealed as his hand breaches your thigh.

Panicking at how close he is coming to touching your most intimate area without any barriers, your actions grow desperate. Turning your head to break the sloppy kiss, you bite at his face and he loosens his grip, bringing his own hand up to smack you across your cheek.

The pain is heavy, but you don’t let it disorient you, and instead take in that his movement was enough that you can get one arm free. Raising your hand, you claw at his already bitten face, and he releases you more, until you have both hands free to fight back.

Lifting your knee, you collide with his groin and he keels over. Taking a chance, you run back the way you came towards the main street, praying that you can find someone, anyone who will help you get to safety. Stumbling, you feel your knee meet gravel but you push yourself back up.

“Run, pretty little rabbit!” Taehyung’s deep voice follows you down the dark street, echoing off the brick walls as you hear the sound of three sets of footfalls chasing after you.

“Go that way, we gotta stop her!” You hear them yelling at each other and can tell when the footsteps behind you lessen, and you know that if you don’t get to safety soon, this will be your last night on earth. There’s no way they’ll let you live to tell the tale.

Heart pounding, you’re so close to the lantern lit main street and out of the shadows when you hit a solid wall; a warm blooded chest heaving with a heavy breath appears from the last alley between you and Main Street as the owner’s arms come up to grab your upper arms and still you.

You let out a blood curdling scream.

series masterlist —thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please let me know what you think of this story! the encounter that reader has with taehyung/maknae line plays an important role in the story and is something that is a reality that many people, including myself, have faced. i did not use it for fun and the decision to include it was not a light one. if you or someone you know needs to reach out, most US cities have a 211 call line set up for resources for your county/district.

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dragunjk · 5 years

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como la flor | myg

→ synopsis ; breathing. something so simple, an action so mindless that it requires little effort to carry out. for y/n, it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

→ word count ; 5578

→ genre ; hanahaki disease au | angst | fluff

→ pairings ; music major!yoongi x creative writing major!y/n | side 2seok

→ warnings ; depictions of throwing up and blood, dark mindsets

A familiar feeling fluttered in Y/n’s chest, and she tightened her hold on the Spider-Man blanket currently keeping her warm. She shoved the feeling deep inside her, ignoring the light laughs that filled the air and threatened to fill her mind. Instead of attending to the rustle in her lungs, she simply shifted, seating herself in her roommate’s lap so her gaze wasn’t on the man with the pretty laugh.

Of course Jimin’s favorite flowers were bergenias, petite and purple in color. Y/n should’ve known in the delicate touch of his fingertips, in the way his eyes became crescents if he smiled too wide or laughed too hard. She should’ve guessed in the gentle tone of his voice, or the pretty style he possessed. It wasn’t until he walked into the flower shop she worked at, eyes shining with love, asking for a bouquet of bergenias that she realized they were his favorite flower.

Then, and only then, did the bergenia growing painfully slow inside her lungs make sense.

They tickled the inside of her lungs uncomfortably, sending her into coughing fits that would send the petals flying, and her embarrassingly catching all of them before anyone else could see. Bergenias taunted her, blooming obnoxiously bright and gorgeous whenever she tended to them, making her wheeze when she breathed a little too deep. It was hell, loving someone who didn’t love her back.

Y/n shifted off of Jungkook’s lap, the movie long over after she lost herself in her thoughts. Worried, he gripped her wrist and Y/n put on the most believable smile she could muster. “I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back-” Jungkook let her go, and she dropped the blanket to the floor, walking a little too quickly to the bathroom for her taste.

Quickly shutting and locking the door, Y/n scrambled to the toilet seat, dry heaving into the porcelain bowl. Small purple petals, slicked with spit and blood, fell from her lips, scratching at her throat and lungs unforgivingly. Y/n coughed, reaching into her mouth and forcing out more petals and even some of the stems, yanking them out viciously and coughing up blood.

Flushing the sad sight, Y/n sat back against the cold tile of the walls, breathing slowly and deeply, breath hitching as she didn’t pull all of the flowers out.

She still loved Jimin.

Shakily standing to her feet, she rinsed out her mouth and her face, glaring at how pathetic her eyes looked, red with tears. Her throat felt raw, weak, and Y/n shook her head. Now Hoseok and Seokjin’s bathroom smelt like a flower shop, and Y/n embarrassingly couldn’t hold herself back. Not even for one night.

How pathetic.

Feeling sick, Y/n opened the door, and promptly bumped into Yoongi, one of Jungkook’s friends. “Oh shit I’m sorry- Hey-” He quickly grasped Y/n’s forearm in his hand, stabilizing her so she didn’t fall. “-are you okay?” Yoongi asked, concerned with the redness of her eyes and the sullen look she wore.

“Please don’t tell Jungkook.” Was all Y/n managed to whimper, and Yoongi cocked his head, confused about why she was so unwell. The bergenia inside her scratched at her lungs, irritating her throat and she turned quickly, rushing back into the bathroom.

“Shit-” Yoongi followed quickly, shutting the door behind him, his large hands holding her hair back as Y/n heaved, and more purple and pink petals fell from her lips, blood soon following suit. It was embarrassing, someone knowing about the depressing disease she was unlucky to be born with. “It’s okay, you’re okay-” Yoongi’s hand found its way awkwardly down Y/n’s back, yet she found it strangely comforting, eyes watery as she sat back from the toilet.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, her back against Yoongi’s knee.

“It’s okay.” Yoongi muttered, voice low. She sat sideways between his legs, not quite ready to face his friends yet. Y/n coughed and purple petals floated in the air, falling uselessly in front of her and beside him.

“This is so embarrassing.” Y/n ducked her head.

“If it helps, I’ve seen much worse.” Yoongi commented, and a hint of a smile spread across Y/n’s lips.

“Please don’t tell Jungkook.” Y/n whispered.

“I won’t tell a soul.” Yoongi replies, making a show to zip his lips and throw the key away dramatically. Y/n giggled softly, wheezing slightly at the flowers in her lungs, and he smiled.

Y/n wondered why he didn’t question the flower petals that left her lips, but she was glad for the silence, throat too sore to talk much. “They’re going to wonder why we’re gone.” She finally croaks after a few long moments, standing to her feet.

“Let them wonder.” Yoongi shrugged, slowly getting to his feet as Y/n washed her face and rinsed her mouth.

“Taehyung is going to think we did a quickie.” Y/n muttered sheepishly, drying her face and hands. Yoongi looked at the door, then back at Y/n who glared at her red eyes in the mirror.

“Taehyung just learned what a quickie was-” A wheezy laugh escaped Y/n’s lips, and Yoongi’s lips curled up into a smile. “Tell you what, you can leave first, then I’ll wait five minutes and go back. I’ll just say I snooped around in their room, it isn’t like I haven’t before.” He spoke, and Y/n nodded.

“Yoongi?” Y/n croaked, hand on the doorknob. He hummed, gaze set on her red eyes. “Thank you.” She muttered, and Yoongi nodded in acknowledgement. Opening the door, Y/n slipped out and promptly rubbed her eyes, walking into the living room.

“You’re already tired?” Jungkook asked, and Y/n pouted, nodding, pulling her hands away from her eyes. “You’re rubbing your eyes red, Y/n. Come here-” He pulled her back into his lap, and cuddled her close. “-sleep.” Jungkook whispered in a sing-song voice, rocking her slightly.

“Yoongi you better not have gone into my room again.” Seokjin calls as Yoongi walks back into the room. Yoongi shrugged, meeting Y/n’s eyes and winking quickly.

“I mean, do you really need a baby pink-”

“-ALRIGHT YOONGI-HYUNG.” Hoseok shouted, embarrassed. Y/n snickered quietly in Jungkook’s arms, pressing her smile against his chest. Y/n met Yoongi’s eyes, and a knowing smile spread across his lips as he sat back down.

It was 12:45 am, and Y/n was starving.

Already needing to study at the library, she took a quick trip to the closest cafeteria, which was still miraculously open. She stepped inside, escaping from the chill of the night, and grabbed a tray, intent on filling it to the brim with all the snacks she could set her eyes on.

Finished with taking all the snacks in sight, Y/n slid her card, thankful her meal plan was still intact as she heard the familiar ding of the machine. Sighing in relief, she slid the card back into her pocket, grasping the tray stacked to the brink with snacks and food with both hands.

“Whoa-” Y/n heard, nearly bumping into someone as she began to walk. Cursing silently to herself, she peeked over the tower of snacks, seeing a sickeningly sweet smile paired with pretty crescent eyes. “-someone’s hungry, huh? Or did Jungkook send you on a food run.”

Y/n felt the bergenia tickle the inside of her lungs, and she cleared her throat. “I need to use up the meals on my plan before they become invalid, so-” She shrugged, feeling uneasy underneath Jimin’s gaze.

“Do you want help with that? I’m studying in the library in that corner with the large window. You could come and study with me if you’d like.” Jimin suggested, taking Y/n’s pink backpack out of her hands.

“If you want company, sure.” Y/n mumbled, and Jimin smiled, leading her out of the cafeteria and into the cold night on their way to the library. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, feeling more flowers bloom just at the fact that he was carrying her stuff, yet she shoved her worries down.

Jimin had a girlfriend. Jimin was just a friend.

“This is my favorite spot. You can see all the stars from here.” Jimin spoke as he walked into the room, placing both their backpacks on the table. Sure enough, in the dim lighting, the stars gleamed brilliantly in the sky, creating a tranquil atmosphere in the room.

Y/n smiled slightly, placing the tray of snacks beside their backpacks. “Nice find. I should start coming here when I need to write.” She hummed, unpacking her backpack and setting up her laptop. Jimin tapped his pen against his notebook, eyes curiously set on Y/n.

“What’s your major?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“Creative writing.” Y/n hummed, shrugging. “Not as flashy as criminal justice or business but, I like it so that’s really all that matters.” She finished, and looked up to Jimin resting his chin in the palm of his hand, staring intently at her.

“So what, you write stories and ideas all day?” Jimin smiled. “That sounds fun! How fast can you come up with a story idea?” He asked, and Y/n was surprised he was genuinely curious.

“Not sure, a few minutes maybe? Inspiration can really come from anywhere.” She shrugged, ignoring the rustle of bergenias against her lungs.

“How about now?” Jimin cocked his head, and Y/n chewed at her bottom lip, gazing around the room.

“Let’s see.” Y/n’s eyes focused on the way Jimin’s black hair shined beneath the starlight. Shifting her gaze to the stars, she smiled.

“How about a story where two people are soulmates, and they share the same constellation, assigned to them at birth. Person A is mute after a traumatic experience, and has the constellation on their finger. Person B is blind, and has the constellation on the small of their back. Every night when their constellation is brightest they feel a faint tug in their chest towards the direction of their soulmate.”

Jimin gawked at her, before looking back at the stars. “You got all of that just from looking at the stars?” He asked in awe, and Y/n laughed quietly.

“It isn’t called creative writing for nothing.” Y/n muttered, smiling shyly down at the bag of chips in her lap. “It’s therapeutic for me. Sometimes I have a lot going on so I just write. Create stories, characters, little scenarios in my head.” She finished quietly. It was silent between them for a moment. “Sorry that’s weird-”

“Not weird. It’s actually cool, how you can come up with stories that fast.” Jimin smiled, tapping his pencil down on his notebook. A comfortable silence fell over them, and he stared down at his notes before he broke it. “Do you think the next time you write a story I’ll be able to read it?” He asked shyly.

Y/n was dying, throat irritated, lungs filled with so many bergenias she could barely breathe, her heart thumping fast and vision going dark. “I-Yeah sure I just-” She croaked, getting up quickly. “I’ll be right back-” Mumbled uselessly, she left a confused Jimin as she stormed towards the bathrooms, making sure nobody was in sight before she turned and promptly threw up into the toilet, petals and stems alike floating in spit slicked blood.

Her chest throbbed with sharp pain, and she reached into her mouth, clawing at the stems that reached up her throat, taking the air from her lungs. Tears welled in her eyes as she tugged at the stems, cries of pain muffled by the flowers as she tugged harder.

She couldn't love Jimin.

She’ll die if she keeps on.

“Y/n are you okay?” Jimin knocked on the door, and she felt more bergenias take root in the bottom of her lungs. She coughed violently, blood spattering in the porcelain bowl. “Y/n-”

“I’m fine!” Y/n shouted, and silence followed. Her fingers tugged, trying to pull the flowers out from their roots. Cries of pain spilled from her lips, muffled by her fingers that tugged the bergenias out root by root.

“I don't love Jimin.” She muttered after every bloodied flower tugged past her lips. Y/n tugged until her lungs filled with air easily. She pulled flower after flower until they barely rustled against her lungs when she breathed deeply.

Throat sore and feeling empty, Y/n placed the last bergenia in the toilet, roots and all, and flushed the horrid scene from her memory.

“Y/n?” Jimin asked again, and Y/n washed her hands, rinsing her mouth before looking at her sweaty, exhausted reflection.

“I'm okay. Just sick.” Y/n responded, voice rough with the effort of getting the bergenias out.

“Do you want me to call Jungkook?”

Y/n looked at her sad reflection, feeling dull as the bergenias left swayed uselessly in her lungs.

“No.”

Music thumped loudly, songs Y/n was familiar with vibrating her eardrums as she walked around the party, cradling a red solo cup filled with water to her chest. Finding Yoongi with Namjoon at the island in the kitchen, Y/n promptly made her way over, seating herself on the island beside Yoongi who stood.

Yoongi placed a hand on Y/n’s thigh and squeezed slightly, acknowledging her presence as he continued to talk to Namjoon in hushed tones, far too quiet for Y/n to hear over the music. Instead, Y/n looked around, finding Jimin in the living room grinding his hips against Valerie’s, a smile on his face as she turned and danced against him, his hands finding her waist.

“Here-” Y/n looked down as Yoongi shoved his cup into her hands, an amber colored liquid sloshing at the sides. “-looks like you could use some.” He hummed, and Namjoon snorted in amusement.

“Alcohol doesn't solve everything, Yoongi-hyung.” Namjoon chuckled, before acknowledging Y/n. “Hey, you're Jungkook’s best friend, Y/n right?” He asked, then promptly laughed as Y/n wrinkled her nose at the bitter taste of Yoongi’s drink.

“Yeah-” Y/n coughed slightly. “-yeah that's me. He's the more social one out of the two of us, and he's kinda shy himself so you see how well that goes.” Y/n hummed, handing Yoongi his drink black, dramatically gagging as he took it from her hands.

Yoongi smirked as he took a sip without any reaction. “Yoongi seems to take a liking to you, so you can't be bad.” Namjoon smiled, flashing a charming dimple, and Yoongi grumbled into his cup, much to Namjoon’s amusement. Y/n laughed lightly, sipping on her water.

“I hope I’m not too bad.” Y/n smiled slightly, and Yoongi hummed, handing her another red solo cup he plucked from the island behind her, this drink now a bright, fizzy red. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” Y/n asked, sniffing the drink. It smelled fruity.

“I'm trying to get you to relax. You've been tense ever since you’ve walked in.” Yoongi spoke in a monotonous voice. “It's a party, you have to let loose and have fun, blah blah blah.” He waved his hand dismissively, and Y/n laughed into her cup at his annoyed attitude towards the party.

“Y/n!” Voices shouted, and she was nearly taken out by Jungkook as he trampled her with a hug. “When did you get here?” Jungkook asked, pulling back enough to look at Y/n’s smile.

“Not too long ago, I just-”

“Y/n-ah!” A voice squealed, and Y/n was hugged tightly by strong arms, cheek ticked by soft hair. “How are you? After you got sick and threw up at the library I haven't heard much from you-” Jimin pulled back, eyes focused on Y/n who became tense under Jungkook’s worried gaze.

“You got sick and didn't tell me?” Jungkook asked, and Y/n shook her head.

“It was probably food poisoning from one of the snacks I got from the cafeteria at our college. If it was important I would've told you.” Y/n lied through her teeth, waving her hand dismissively.

“Yeah but Y/n, you were coughing and crying really bad-”

“Jimin are you drunk?” Y/n cut him off, not wanting any other words to leave his lips.

“Y/n how come you didn't tell me?” Jungkook asked, both friends ignoring the hurt look on Jimin’s face. “We're best friends, we share everything. If you're hurt or sick I want to know about it-”

“Jungkook not here, it really isn't that important. I'm fine‍, see? I'm okay alive and breathing.” Y/n spoke softly, and he gritted his teeth, shaking his head.

“Not here. But I want to know about it later, okay?” Jungkook asked, and Y/n simply nodded before he walked off, Jimin in tow.

Grimacing at the pitiful look Namjoon gave her, Y/n sipped at the fruity drink Yoongi provided, finding it more bearable than the hard liquor in his own cup. It wasn't long until Yoongi held out his hand to Y/n, silently offering it. “We’ll be right back, Joon-ah.” He mumbled, and Namjoon must have said something smart, because he earned a sharp smack on the back of the head from the elder male.

Y/n simply laughed, allowing Yoongi to lead her through a crowd of unfamiliar faces. It wasn't long until the pair ended up on a balcony, off-key singing and loud music muffled by the glass door Yoongi shut behind them. “How come we left Namjoon?” Y/n asked, leaning against the railing as Yoongi approached her.

“We need to talk.” Yoongi muttered, before taking a sip of his drink. He quickly noticed how Y/n’s eyes widened, and he swallowed, shaking his head. “Nothing bad, unless you don't want to talk about it, then we won't.” Yoongi shrugged, seeming nonchalant. Y/n hummed.

“It's a disease, I was-”

“Hanahaki disease, I know.” Yoongi nodded solemnly. “I’m close with someone who has it. Those flowers, they were bergenias, weren't they? Jimin’s favorite flower.” He chuckled slightly, and Y/n bit her lip, ducking her head. “Kid is a handful, I can tell you that. The guy I'm close with had a crush on him too. It really wasn't pretty.” Yoongi scratched the back of his neck.

“Did he get over him?” Y/n asked, curious about his friend.

“Eventually, yeah. With Jimin, I guess it's easier to fall in love with somebody else then to even try to fall out of love with that guy.” Yoongi raised his red solo cup. “I’ll give you props, you're doing much better than my friend.” He chuckled sadly, taking a sip of his drink.

“Is he okay?” Y/n asked, gripping Yoongi’s wrist. Her concerned gaze stirred something in his chest, yet he shoved it deep down, nodding quickly.

“He's been doing better. It's easier than staying in love with Jimin.”

“It's easier than staying in love with Jimin.” Y/n repeated, and the two began to laugh simultaneously, amused at the conversation at hand. “We're making it seem like Jimin is some villain that steals people’s hearts.” Y/n giggled.

“That's really what he is, if we're being honest. He just doesn't know he is.” Yoongi chuckled softly, sipping from his cup once more.

“I heard you're a music major, Jungkook told me because he's in awe of what you do.” Y/n hummed, turning towards the male. “Do you sing?” She asked, and he snorted in amusement.

“No, I’m more of a rapper. Singing isn't really my forte, Seokjin and Hoseok and literally anyone else in our friend group is better at that.” Yoongi spoke, shrugging.

“Your friend group.”

“Our friend group.” Yoongi repeated, nudging her arm. “Just because you don't talk to them as much doesn't mean they don't care about you as much as they do Jungkook, or Namjoon, or Taehyung, or even me.” Y/n shifted, pinning her hands between her thighs. “We all care about you.”

“Even you, Yoongi?”

“Especially him, Y/n!” Namjoon shouted through the glass, laughing as Yoongi threw his mostly empty solo cup at the glass door to deter Namjoon away. Y/n giggled, and Yoongi scoffed as the younger male laughed, running away from the glass.

“Yeah, I do too.” He mumbled sheepishly, and Y/n smiled brightly at him.

Conversation after conversation pass, Yoongi was a little bit more than tipsy, and Y/n was a little drunk, always being a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol. A silence fell over them, and Y/n sat, sitting on the floor of the balcony, back against the railing. “I don't want to love Jimin anyone, Yoongi.” Y/n whispered.

“I know, Y/n.” Yoongi sat beside Y/n, their thighs pressed together as if there was no space on the balcony.

“It hurts too much.” Y/n leaned forward, looking at Yoongi, eyes shinier than he remembered. He nodded in response, taking a moment to face her. “Can I kiss you?” She muttered, the alcohol being her liquid courage.

This wasn't good for Yoongi.

It’ll kill him.

“Yeah.” Yoongi whispers instead, eyes set on her lips. Despite giving her permission, it's him who leans in first, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. It's slow, as he tilts his head, his hands maneuvering her into his lap. Yoongi is ultimately too sober for the ordeal, able to feel everything and register everything in his mind.

He pressed forward, deepening the kiss as his fingers ran down her spine, heart thumping in his chest erratically. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, kissing back just as slow and soft. Eventually, they pulled back for air, the pair gasping a little more than they'd like to admit. “Again, I-” Y/n plead, wanting to kiss him again.

“Y/n-ah.” Yoongi’s voice was softer than usual as he cupped her chin, restraining her from moving forward. “Let's see if you want to kiss me while you're sober, hm?” He hummed, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip. She pouted at his touch, balling the hem of his shirt in her hands.

“I am sober.” Y/n whined, and Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head.

“Sure you are, baby.” Yoongi hummed, setting Y/n on her feet and standing himself. She wrapped her arms around his torso, and he chuckled, amusing her by leaning down and pressing a kiss to the corner of her lip.

“No fair.” Y/n mumbled, pouting. With the way Jungkook gawked at the two through the glass, Yoongi thought the kiss was fair enough. Y/n turned, ready to lead Yoongi back into the party, when she froze.

“Oh shit-”

Groggy and disoriented, Y/n woke up, weighed down by something, or someone, pinning her to the mattress. Looking beside her, long pretty eyelashes nearly grazed her cheeks as Taehyung slept beside her, cuddling her like his life depended on it. Her throat itched, lungs sickeningly full, and she felt nauseous, unable to breathe.

Quickly realizing that they must've all came back to Seokjin and Hoseok’s home, she pried the older male off of her carefully, quick to put a pillow in her place so Taehyung didn't stir too much. Y/n didn't have time to wonder how she got sweats and a t-shirt on, as she quietly walked out the room, catching the end of a sentence. “-what am I supposed to think, Hyung?” Jungkook asked, and Y/n froze.

“Jungkook-ah, it was one kiss. Harmless, really.” She heard Yoongi's gruff voice follow, and Jungkook scoffed. “I’m sorry you feel like she isn't telling you anything, but you have to take this up with her, not me. It isn't my place to tell you.” Yoongi finished, and Y/n winced.

“So she has told you things! Things she hasn't told me, don't you see how much that hurts?”

Another voice follows, sounding like Seokjin. “Kook-ah, I don't think being upset with Yoongi is going to help you much in this situation.” He hummed softly, and two hums that sounded in agreement let Y/n know that there was at least five people in the kitchen.

Y/n’s chest ached, throat irritated by the flowers in her lungs like they desperately wanted to crawl out themselves. “What is she hiding from me? Am I not a good enough best friend anymore-” And Y/n had heard enough, not wanting the closest friend she has to feel down about himself.

“It was an accident-” Y/n cried out, startling the five in the kitchen, and they all turned to look at her. “-it was an accident. You weren't supposed to know, Yoongi wasn't supposed to know, nobody was supposed to know.” Y/n spoke, scared the petals will fall from her lips then and there. “But I was weak and let it show and I made Yoongi promise not to tell you-”

“Not to tell me what, Y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes watered, and the nausea finally settled in Y/n’s mind, petals sat at the back of her throat, irritating her gag reflex.

“That I-” Y/n nearly gagged, and she quickly covered her mouth, rushing towards the bathroom once more. She heard the scrape of a chair, and rustling behind her, and she quickly lifted the lid of the toilet seat before the petals rushed from her mouth, blood and saliva following in their wake. She felt familiar hands hold her hair back, fingers running down her spine soothingly.

“It's okay, you're alright.” Yoongi’s voice hummed softly, and tears welled up in Y/n’s eyes as she threw up once more, bergenias falling from her lips, seemingly wilted and ripped from the roots. She was in too much pain to register Jungkook and Namjoon standing at the door, her best friend in shock, Yoongi’s best friend watching in pity.

It was a while until the last complete flower fell, leaving her coughing and sputtering as blood seemed to be the only thing that left her lips. “Relax, you need to heal. C’mon, sit back-” Yoongi pressed his hand against Y/n’s lower stomach, pushing her back against the cold tile of the wall as he got up to flush the gruesome sight.

“Y/n, why didn't you tell me-” Jungkook whimpered, and Y/n pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, not wanting to sob in front of everyone who now stood at the door in worry. “-you have it. That hanahaki disease, right?” He muttered sadly, and Y/n gritted her teeth, looking up at him.

“Don't pity something that's a part of me. It doesn't make me weak, or less than, or someone who needs help.” Y/n spat, feeling small underneath all the eyes on her. “It just means people's favorite flowers grow in my lungs when they don't love me back. Just means that instead of just my heart breaking flowers try to suffocate me too.” Y/n grumbled.

“Who was it?” Jungkook asked, and Y/n ducked her head.

“Bergenias. It was Jimin, wasn't it?” Namjoon asked, glancing at Yoongi whose head was down. Y/n looked up, cocking her head in confusion.

“How do you know that?”

“I had the same ones.” Yoongi spoke, grimacing at the words that left his lips. Y/n looked up, eyes wide as she met Yoongi’s. “Almost died, that little fucker is a hassle.” He laughed sadly, and both Y/n and Yoongi laughed loudly, shaking their heads.

“Jimin.” They both chuckled, eyes trained on the floor.

“Jimin almost killed both of you?” Taehyung asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“No, we just both fell in love with him and then got our lungs filled with those stupid ass bergenias.” Yoongi grumbled, and Y/n laughed, leaning against his leg. “I fucking hate those flowers. I never want to see them again.” Yoongi laughed.

“You guys are okay though?” Taehyung asked softly, and both Y/n and Yoongi nodded. “Okay, that's all that matters to me. I'm gonna go back to sleep now.” He yawned, and Y/n giggled, everyone bidding him a goodnight.

“Promise me you’ll tell me these things from now on? Please-” Jungkook gripped Y/n’s hands in his own as everyone dispersed, and Y/n nodded, pressing her forehead against his collarbone as she sniffled.

“I will, I'm sorry.” Y/n mumbled into his skin, and he nodded, pulling her close.

“So, how’s you and Yoongi?”

Y/n coughed violently as she back up from the flowers, not wanting to contaminate them. She looked up at Jimin, who had a cheeky smirk on his face, before she huffed and went back to tending to the calla lilies. “You’ve been talking to Jungkook, haven't you.” Y/n grumbled, and he laughed softly.

“I just felt bad, so I-” Y/n put up her hand, soil coating her skin.

“I don't want to hear it. I already told you it's alright, and so has Yoongi. Don't feel guilty for something that isn't completely your fault.” Y/n shrugged. “Although I can’t look at bergenias the same. Can't you pick a new favorite flower? Like daisies, or lilies?” Y/n teased, looking up at him. Jimin stared at her as his question wasn't answered yet. Y/n blushed.

“Yoongi and I are just friends.” Y/n muttered after a silence, facing the flowers once more. Jimin followed as she moved to take care of the plumerias, which were her favorite flowers.

“Do people who are just friends makeout on balconies-”

“Alright!” Y/n spoke loudly, sending Jimin into a fit of giggles.

“I’m just asking.” Jimin hummed, fingers delicately tracing over the petals of the plumerias. “I think you’d be good for Yoongi. I’ve known him for a while, and while I can't say we're the best of friends, I do know that he doesn't get close with people as fast as he's gotten close with you.” He whispered, and Y/n scoffed.

“What are you, Cupid now?” Y/n chuckled, and Jimin hit her arm playfully.

“I'm serious, Y/n. Yoongi and you would be like, the cutest couple-”

“Alright Jimin.” Y/n muttered, walking towards the front of the store.

“-and you guys would probably go on cute dates-” Jimin continued to ramble as he followed Y/n to the front of the store where the cash register and front desk stood among the mass of flora. Y/n gave a look to Yoongi, who was waiting for her at the register. “And he probably would write you a song. Wouldn't that be cute Y/n? If Yoongi wrote you a song?” Jimin asked, finally pausing his rant to look at Y/n.

“I hope I get a few dates out of it first.” Yoongi chuckled, and Jimin covered his mouth, laughing as he was embarrassed. Y/n shook her head, punching in a total into the cash register before she wrapped the daisies she forced Jimin to get.

“Jimin has been talking all morning. I'm surprised Nevaeh hasn't kicked him out yet.” Y/n chuckled, tying a bow on Jimin’s flowers before handing it to him. “Since this is the first time you’ve gotten something other than bergenias, it's on the house.” Y/n smiled, and Jimin smiled apologetically in return, before bidding the pair goodbye.

“What was that about?” Yoongi asked, jerking his thumb back towards the door as Jimin walked out.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing, Jungkook just talks too much. Jimin thinks we're dating because we keep spending time with each other.” She laughed, slipping her hoodie on.

“Are we not dating? I don't have to take you out to lunch right now.” Yoongi asked, amused as the hoodie she pulled over her head was one of his favorites.

“Yeah, we’re dating, don't threaten me with food. I just don't want Jimin to have the satisfaction that he set us up or something.” Y/n giggled at Yoongi’s amused expression, lacing her fingers with his as she grabbed the keys to the shop.

“Ah yes. Everyone knowing but Jimin, the perfect revenge for him breaking our hearts. How poetic, how daring-” Yoongi spoke in a monotone voice.

“How dramatic.” Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, turning over the sign in the window before they exited the shop and Y/n locked the door behind them. Yoongi gasped dramatically.

“I don't know what you're talking about. It's the perfect revenge. The broken hearted get together.” Yoongi hummed, bumping his shoulder into Y/n. “You should write a story based on our story. That will turn into a bestseller, for sure.” Yoongi smiled slightly, and Y/n laughed.

“Only if you write the songs that’ll be in the soundtrack of the movie adaptation.” Y/n gazed up at Yoongi, who quickly leaned down and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s lips.

“Deal.” He hummed, a gummy smile on his lips, and Y/n matched his smile.

They were happy, mind unplagued by the thought of being unloved. And for the first time in a long time, Yoongi and Y/n were able to do something that they were restricted from doing for a while.

Breathe.

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