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citrustan · 5 months

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slipping through my fingers [2] (myg)

title: and the hits just keep coming 1.0

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!, fluff, smut

summary: you lean on your friend for support and an escape, but the reality of your situation keeps flashing before you.

warnings: [there's a prologue and part 1 that should be read before this one!] just some insecurity, some sad vibes, you know the drill.

Taehyung fails to dodge the fifth pillow you launch at him. "Let me explain!" Repeatedly begging you to stop, he crashes into your kitchen counter.

A pillow to his leg.

"Wait! Please!" He's dodging for his life.

Another pillow to his chest.

"You're an angel! Pleas-" Headshot!

"Ough! Not the face..." He pauses to soothe his aching nose.

By now, you're out of energy too. But, there's still a lot of anger in your stomach. You're too guilty and too tired to let it out on the wrong person.

You spent over twenty minutes reprimanding him for hiding Yoongi's fiancée from you.

Finally having a fraction of a minute of peace, your friend sits you down by your dinner table.

He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to cradle and console your heart by yourself.

You hear a few utensils clashing and see him juggling four things in his hands; your cat mug, his designated frog mug, a bottle of white chocolate liqueur and a carton of what looks like chocolate milk.

Pointing your finger at the tetra pak, you protest, "Excuse you, that's the expensive chocolate milk and it’s for Nao."

He looks at the half-empty carton in his hand and back at you.

"You're telling me Nao drank more than half of this bottle in a day? And you let her?" Taehyung deadpanned.

...

"Yeah." Your eyes wander as you insist poorly.

He ignored you and poured you a glass of the milk.

Sitting across from you, he grew solemn, "_____, I swear I didn't know it was like this." - "But you knew about her?" You asked before he said anything else.

Taehyung couldn't deny it, "Yeah. But I thought she would just be like the others."

Yoongi had others.

All grumpy, you sigh. "The others?"

Momentarily, he froze and exhaled. "Yeah, there have been a few. He was... I don't know. He kept saying he was serious about each of them but nobody ever... stuck around? So, we thought he was lying or something." Taehyung regretted his choice of words.

You want to believe him, but you both know that Yoongi isn’t someone who lies like that. Let alone big lies, Yoongi won't even tell little white lies.

Over the years, you naturally assumed he was dating around, but you didn't know. Nothing was confirmed. You never asked and he never told you anything himself.

"Who all knew?"

"Everyone. But nobody even imagined that they'd be getting hitched." He shook his head in disbelief.

“Obviously. This is Yoongi you’re talking about,” you pause, “But didn’t you notice anything different with them?”

“I’m telling you, _____, we had no idea.” Taehyung cringes after taking a sip of the sweet liqueur. “I think he wanted to tell you first.”

You wish he never had.

"What are you thinking?"

You dip your head in between your palms, “I feel terrible. It’s like I know I want to cry but I’m so emotionally stunted right now, I cannot get it out. It’s like a stuck yawn.”

Taehyung caresses your arm, "Can I do anything to help?"

You shake your head, "I don't think so, Tae."

"Oh! Do you want to watch 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas?' Maybe that will help you cry." He tilts his head, eyes filled with hope.

At that, you let out a surprised laugh, "Taehyung, no!"

Basking in the little moment of success (by making you laugh), Taehyung internally pops confetti.

But, the moment was just that. A moment. Your happiness faded away as quickly as it came.

So, he pulled his phone out and placed it in front of you.

Taehyung’s hesitant to ask you this but he does it anyway. “Do you want to see her?”

You don’t know. (You’d rather pretend she doesn’t exist.)

If it weren’t for Nao, you’d have no problem ignoring Yoongi’s girlfriend. Even thinking of the words ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ makes you want to end it all.

It’s no secret that you’re still madly in love with your ex-boyfriend.

This situation felt so ridiculous to you, you couldn’t digest it. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening to you.

As a young girl, you never thought it was in the books for you to go through this kind of pain. And, you don’t have a whole lot to lean on. So, Yoongi has always been it for you. He always told you he’d be there for you no matter what.

Even after your breakup, he was by your side.

When you unexpectedly caught the chicken pox from Nao, he took care of you. Even when Taehyung insisted on helping you instead, Yoongi sent him away.

You shared every birthday with him. He’d throw you a small party. Every year, it was a different theme. This year was ‘enchanted garden.’ He always ordered you a custom cake from out of town. It made everything special.

He even helped you open your quaint little bakery. Yoongi was the one who helped you finalize your menu. He tasted everything and even got himself sick because of it.

He stood by you when you got sued by your competition, another old-timey cake shop, for stealing their clients and recipes. He acted as your lawyer free of charge.

Now, you wonder if it was all out of convenience or… an obligation. Had you read it all wrong? Was he simply being polite because you’re the mother of his daughter? Would he stop doing things for you now? Did he ever do those things for you? Or were they simply for your daughter by extension?

Would he be too focused on his wife now?

Even for Nao’s sake, you never once got the urge to know the woman who did the unthinkable.

As a co-parent, you trusted Yoongi. You knew Yoongi would never let just anyone around Nao. If he wants to introduce his daughter to a woman, you knew it was safe. She could be the next Mother Teresa for all you know.

All this blind trust has been earned by him throughout the years you’ve spent with him, you’re not a careless mother.

However, as a woman and Yoongi’s ex-flame, you weren’t eager to know the woman who replaced you. You don’t want to see or meet her. In your eyes, she was able to compel Yoongi to do something he wouldn’t do even after you begged him to. Maybe she didn’t even have to try. She was probably just that perfect for him.

This is apart from the fact that he fell in love with another woman after you while you’re still hung up on him.

You don’t think you can afford to willingly take a hit to your self-confidence like that.

Nao looks up to you. You know you cannot lose yourself when you have so much relying on you.

Taehyung was kind enough to let you get lost in your thoughts.

“No.” You finally answer his question.

You did not want to see what she looked like.

Taehyung nodded once, “Okay. That’s fine.”

Just when Taehyung’s about to put his phone back into his pocket, it rings.

And on the screen pops this gorgeous woman. She looked like she stepped straight out of an issue of Harpar’s Bazaar or even Vogue. You weren’t surprised, you smiled and involuntarily snorted. Taehyung did have a type.

He hurriedly tried to pull his phone off the table, knocking your (thankfully, empty) glass of milk in the process.

“You don’t have to hide her from me, Vincent.” You tease him, using his artist alias. “Is she your new muse?”

Taehyung awkwardly laughed, blatantly ignoring your question.

Suddenly, he changes the topic, “Oh! Do you have to go into work today?”

Your smile drops a little. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

He offered a strained smile, “It’s like I can feel the alcohol in my veins.”

“Heyyy... What’s up with the model babe? Why are you deflecting?” This time you pout.

You hear his phone ring once again. But he immediately declines.

“Taehyung… What’s the matter?” When he refuses to acknowledge you, you grow more concerned.

“You don’t have to stay, you know?” You continue to reassure him.

“It’s not,” he cuts himself off, “That wasn’t my girlfriend.”

Taehyung hopes he doesn’t have to face your inevitable question in line.

“Well, who was that the….” When you trail off mid-response, he knew you had figured out who that woman really was.

The two of you are silent for a moment.

Sullen, you whisper, “That’s his fiancée?”

Taehyung wishes he never came over to your place. He didn’t want to be the one to make you feel this way.

He nods once. Not that you needed that confirmation.

Quickly moving on to your next thought, you question, “Why is she calling you?”

Already on it, Taehyung visibly cringes at the messages on his screen when you push yourself forward to peek into his phone. This time, he doesn’t try to obstruct your vision.

Hyejin (3)

Sorry! I forgot you were at _____’s. It’s nothing important, I just had a question about Nao-chan. Does she like lemon cake? How is _____ doing btw?

Your mouth dropped open.

You don’t even acknowledge the fact that she’s speaking about you so personally; as if you were a friend or even an acquaintance.

You ignore the fact that she’s fucking stunning, owning the most symmetrical, aesthetically pleasing face you’ve ever seen on a grown woman.

You don’t even dwell about how you do not stand a chance against this woman.

The only thing you see is her nickname for your daughter. You squeak, “She calls her Nao-chan!”

That’s YOUR name for YOUR babygirl.

“Angel…” Taehyung begins but has no idea what he could possibly say to comfort you.

Pull yourself together. You mentally discipline yourself. It takes a minute for you to get there.

Instead of dealing with whatever you just felt, you push it away in an instant and beam at your friend.

“Whatever. Let’s get cheesy naan and shrimp skewers!”

Of course, your faux smile didn’t fool Taehyung, but he went with it anyway.

₊˚.🎧 ✩｡tears are in your eyes by yo la tengo ₊˚.🎧 ✩｡

note: i hope i'm doing this series justice lol the ideas in my head run too wild for me to actually make note of them. please let me know what you guys think!

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honey-boyyoongi · 9 months

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Oh, baby!

Reader x Yoongi | Part 58//?

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; talk of postpartum depression; gaslighting??; toxic relationship??; if post you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: heyyyy~~~~~ sorry for disappearing. Some things are going on right now, and y’all I’m stressed. Anywho~~ as always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added

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we-be-writing-bts-stuff · 8 months

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I loved writing this and I hope you like it too. Sorry it took so long to get out.

~Bagel

Word count: 851

Yoongi x reader

Just fluff and a dick of a date, some mentions of drinking and alcohol

You sat there staring at the man in front of you as he drones on about his boring office job. You could tell he was trying to make it sound better than it was but it was easy to see through the fluff. He crunched numbers all day and you couldn’t be more bored at this point. He was cute enough, but his personality would rival that of a piece of paper. He droned on and on about the most bland things that you had no interest in and you were losing your mind at this point. It didn’t help that he had no awareness about this fact and wouldn’t let you get in a word to even try and change the subject to something a bit more enjoyable.

Your gaze moves from him to look at the rest of the bar. To your date’s credit, he chose a fairly nice bar to go to. Soft jazz played through the speakers and the lights dimmed down. The warm lighting helps to bring out the beautiful tones of the mahogany wood used for the majority of the furniture in the small space.

A handsome stranger catches your eye from across the room. His gaze looks to the phone in his hand as the other clutches his glass and brings it up to his lips. At this point you didn’t know if you really cared if your date noticed your roaming gaze. You were beyond ready to leave and maybe offending him by being so disinterested would cause him to call the end of the date.

The stranger finally looks up from his phone and meets your gaze. Your eyes widen and a blush blooms along your skin at getting caught staring. The man you were now locked eyes with a smirk and finishes his drink. You look away and try to focus in on what your date was saying only to fail once again.

“Excuse me.” You jump slightly at the deep voice that suddenly speaks next to you. Spinning in your seat to see the stranger now standing in front of you. “I saw you across the bar and I would be remiss if I didn’t ask for a dance.” He says. Offering his hand to you and gesturing to the makeshift dance floor that a few couples were slow dancing on. The man sitting next to you seems miffed and opens his mouth to say something but you take the stranger’s hand and stand.

“I would love to.” You say. Leaving your drink and date behind as you let him lead you away.

Neither of you say nothing until he starts swaying back and forth with you. His hand on your hip sending nice tingles up your body and sitting warm against your clothed skin.

“I’m Yoongi.” He says. Finally breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Y/n. Thanks for saving me there.” You tell Yoongi. Clearing your throat and averting your gaze. “And sorry for staring. He’s not the most interesting person.”

“Or attentive it seems. I could tell how bored you were and I was across the room.” He murmurs. You chance a look over your new found aquantice’s shoulder at your date. The man very clearly miffed by the interaction and quickly shooting the rest of his drink before slamming the glass onto the bar counter. You see his head turn towards you and you duck back down to avoid meeting his gaze. A soft sigh leaves you as you focus on the new man in front of you and the slow sway of your bodies to the band playing.

“Well that’s dramatic.” Yoongi murmurs. Your head moves to look at his face and follow where his gaze was focused. Your date stomping out of the venue to go to who knows where. Your muscles finally being able to relax once the man is out of your sight. You begin to take a step away from your newfound dance partner. While you felt a bit of hesitance from Yoongi, he easily let you make room.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave you be. He’s gone and I doubt he’ll be back anytime soon. Thank you again. I’m sorry that you had to get involved and probably ruin your night.” You tell him. A soft smile on your face as you move to leave.

“It really wasn’t any problem. Let me buy you a drink as a consolation for the bad date and then I’ll leave you alone.” Yoongi offers. Your head nods before you really think too much of it. Wanting to know more about him and a free drink was always nice.

His smile makes an appearance once you agree and your heart flutters a bit. You both leaving the dance floor to go back to the bar and talk for the rest of the night. Exchanging numbers with a laugh and feeling light and bubbly with the positive turn your night took. Both of you sure that both of you would reach out the next day and keep this new relationship going.

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mrworldwideshoulders · 1 year

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give me novacaine || reader x myg

Lost and spiraling, Yoongi can’t stop himself from thinking about what he could have done differently to keep from losing you - if he'd been a better man, if he'd spent more time with you, if he'd been more affectionate, maybe he would have known sooner…and maybe he could have kept you from betraying him. Inspired by When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars.

Pairing: reader x MYG (if you can call it that); feat. JK and Hobi Word count: 5.6k Rating: M / R (18+) Genre: angst, breakup au Warnings: descriptions of cuts, blood, and broken glass, (extremely) foul language, hobi being an angel as usual, jk being kind of a badass A/N: hey there and welcome! this is the sequel to my fic bang bang (shameless plug) so i would definitely recommend reading that one first because you will probably be a bit confused if you don’t :) actually really enjoyed writing this one, so i hope you enjoy reading it just as much. beta’d and bannered as always by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! thx! ly - robyn P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.

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“Wake up, sleepyhead.” A soft touch on Yoongi’s cheek draws him out of his slumber and back into real life.

“Hmm,” he grumbles, reluctantly opening his eyes to find you next to him, smiling gently, pale morning sunlight illuminating you from behind like a halo. “You couldn’t let me sleep a few minutes longer?”

“I couldn’t help it,” you say. “I like seeing you right when you wake up, all grumpy and half-asleep. Like a cat.”

Yoongi can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I’ll get you for that.” He reaches out a hand to pull you toward him, bringing your face mere inches away from his.

“Good morning,” you say softly, staring into his eyes.

“Good morning.” He presses his forehead against yours.

“I was just thinking…” You hesitate. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Min Yoongi.”

“Oh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

You lean in suddenly, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “A good thing, of course. A very good thing.”

A crack of thunder sounds, jolting Yoongi awake. Rain beats against the full picture windows, fat drops streaming down like tears. He blinks, the insides of his eyelids feeling like full-grit sandpaper scraping against his corneas.

He wasn’t dead.

He was still very much alive. And on top of that, still dreaming about you, even though you were gone and every part of him that had once held love was filled with his hatred of you, his empty apartment still echoing with the sounds of your betrayal.

How unfortunate. Especially the part where he was still alive.

He sits up slowly, peeling the side of his face from the leather couch, and his head throbs so sharply and violently that his vision clouds. “Fucking hell,” Yoongi mutters, fingers digging into his pulsing temples, as if that would solve anything. He takes a glance around the room. The place is a mess. He struggles to his feet, swaying unsteadily as his vision starts to swim again. It’s dark still but just light enough to indicate that morning is on its way, ready to remind him that he’d been just stupid and just desperate enough to be taken in by your ruse. Something crunches underfoot as he’s feeling his way out of the room. He reaches down, feeling blindly for the source of the noise, and a sharp stabbing pain pierces into the soft, fleshy part of his hand. “Shit!” he snaps. It’s glass. Of fucking course it’s glass. The remnants of a whiskey bottle lay in pieces on the floor, and he remembered now, that he’d thrown it at the wall last night. Blood pools in the dip of his palm, the cut apparently deeper than it felt. “Perfect,” he says under his breath. “Just perfect.”

The water in the sink runs red for what feels like forever, but it finally stops long enough for him to disinfect it and wrap it in a swath of gauze and medical tape. The wrapping is sloppy, but it’ll keep everything in place for as long as it needs to. He’s struck suddenly by another memory.

“Ah, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. That hurts!” You’re supposed to be chopping vegetables for stir fry, but he looks over to see you gritting your teeth, a bloodstained dish towel wrapped around your hand.

“Let me see.” Yoongi reaches for the towel, but you nearly yank your hand away from him.

“No! I can’t.”

“Why not?” He reaches for it again.

“I’m afraid to look.” You squeeze your eyes shut while he unwraps the towel from your hand. Blood still oozes from a small but seemingly deep cut on your middle finger. “My finger is still there, right?”

“What finger? I don’t see a finger.”

Your eyes shoot open. “Yoongi! Come on.”

“Made you look.” He grins, pulling you over to the sink. “It’s just a little cut. Here, rinse it off first, and I’ll bandage it up for you.” You wait silently, wincing slightly as he dabs disinfectant on the cut. He wraps the bandage securely but not too tightly around your finger. “There.” Yoongi lifts your hand and kisses it gently. “Better?”

“Much,” you manage, cheeks coloring.

Could he have done more? He knows he should have – definitely could have – been better. On one hand, he’d tried, hadn’t he? He’d tried to be gentle and attentive, to go against all of his past experiences with women and relationships; his mother, for one, and her incessant stream of boyfriends, an array of different faces that were all the same, faces who would all sneer at him on his way out of the house and tell him to straighten up and respect his mother. He’d ended up something like her anyway, for a time, an near-ceaseless series of one night stands and unattached partners filtering in and out of his apartment for a good part of his early twenties – but that was different. You were different. He hadn't ever loved any of them the way he loved you. He'd tried to never let you see the side of him that could be angry and sometimes violent. On the other hand – he should have known better. It wasn’t like you were his first anything. He should have known that some women wanted more than just your time. They wanted to be doted upon, made to feel special, surprised with the occasional gift or dinner out on a random Tuesday – and he hadn’t done a very good job of that. He wasn’t good at giving gifts, unlike Hoseok, who somehow seemed to be able to intuit the perfect gift for someone within minutes. He hadn’t ever gotten the impression any of that was something you wanted, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted, either. He hated those types of little grand gestures. They were sappy. Cringe-inducing. Unoriginal. All qualities he’d never considered himself to possess.

Was that really all it would have taken for you not to stab him in the back? A surprise date at the nicest restaurant in the city? Could a bouquet of flowers on a random Wednesday make you call it off with every other guy you were seeing? There was no way it could be that simple, could it? If it was, then maybe all of his teachers were right, and he really was the biggest idiot in South Korea, if he hadn't managed to figure that one out. Yoongi closes his eyes and lets out a short laugh, his bandaged hand still humming with pain. “I really must be a dumbass, huh, y/n?” he mutters. “Stupidest motherfucker on the planet. Is that what you wanted? Fucking flowers?”

He checks the time on his watch. Quarter to six. Too late to go back to bed and too early to go to work. Not even go-getter Jungkook shows up to work that early, and despite being in charge Yoongi is never there before eight or nine unless he has to be. Well, someone has to clean up the glass in the front room, and he can’t show up for work still reeking of whiskey. Jungkook does pretty much nothing but eat and work out in his spare time; he’ll throw Yoongi over one shoulder like a sack of flour and carry him back home to sleep it off if he so much as catches a whiff, so a shower is in order before he can go anywhere. It may not be much but he’s got to do something to keep his mind off you and all of the little things he did wrong.

The shower does little to improve his mood or his raging headache, but the show must go on, as they say, and he forces himself out the door shortly after eight. As glad as he is to have you and your lies out of his life, he has to admit his apartment feels empty without you, silent in a way that it hasn’t felt since the first time he invited you over. Once he’s at work he quickly sequesters himself in his office, the door shut firmly behind him, and an hour or so in only confirms what he knows already but doesn’t want to acknowledge: he’s not going to be getting much of anything done today. The rain is still beating a lull against his windows, the task at hand is long forgotten, and a nap is sounding more and more appealing by the second. His mind is already starting to drift, eyelids dropping shut like window shades.

There’s a quick rap at the door, and whoever is out there doesn’t even wait for a response before it opens. “Yoongi-ssi?” Jungkook's looming figure hovers tentatively in the doorway.

“Hm?” Yoongi barely lifts his head from where it’s propped on his good hand. “What, Jungkook?” He can’t even muster up the energy to bark at Jungkook like he usually does when he hesitates a second too long; he can only turn his head slightly and squint in the younger man’s direction.

“Is…everything okay?” Jungkook says finally, stepping further inside. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks for that,” mutters Yoongi, eyes still half-closed. “I’m fine. Go away.”

Jungkook ignores him. “You really don’t look so good, Yoongi. Are you sure you should be here right now?”

“I said I’m fine,” he snaps, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through his head. “Don’t you have work to be doing?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“So get out of my office and go do it, then.” Yoongi scowls. “I’m not paying you for your company.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says, eyebrows pinching in concern, “but, you know, I would understand if you wanted to take the rest of the day. We don’t really have a lot going on at the moment, just a couple of small cases. I can take care of things for a day or two. That’s kinda why you hired me, isn’t it?”

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” Yoongi lets out a heated sigh. “What I want is for you to leave me alone. Please,” he adds as an afterthought. “Just go away.”

Jungkook doesn’t budge, instead staying firmly rooted in front of the desk. “What happened, hyung?”

Yoongi doesn’t speak right away, knowing exactly what Jungkook is asking. “It’s over,” he murmurs. “She’s gone. That’s all you need to know. I don’t want to talk about it.” No need to tell him how you tried to defend yourself, even with the photographic evidence right in front of you, or any of the horrible things you both said to each other, or about the deafening silence that fell after you stormed out, the long night of beating himself up over every little regret that followed and trying to drown out the voices in his head.

He eyes Yoongi skeptically, gaze twitching from his face to his bandaged hand. “You didn’t do anything…crazy, did you?”

“Of course not,” he grumbles, shoving the injured hand under his desk. “Y/n L/n is still out there walking around on her own two hooves, I promise. Jesus, Kook, who do you think I am, huh? I may be impulsive but I’m not stupid enough to kill anyone.”

“Then…what did you do to your hand?”

“Broke a bottle. Sliced my hand open while I was trying to clean it up. Any more questions, or can we move on? I’m really not in the mood for this.”

“No, I guess not,” Jungkook says quietly, dropping his head to avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know how you felt about her, but…it’s for the best.”

A rush of anger floods through him. No, you don’t. You don’t know how I felt. You don’t know what it’s like at all. Being unwanted, everyone, yourself included, wishing you would just disappear, then thinking finally, here’s someone who accepts you, someone who loves you, despite every bad thing you’ve ever done, only to have it all blow up in your face because she never loved you, she was only stringing you along for her own amusement. It’s mortifying. You don’t know anything. And I hope to God you never do. I hope you stay blissfully ignorant of the way real pain and heartbreak feels, because it’ll make you want to crawl into a hole and die. He doesn’t say any of what he’s thinking and simply shrugs. “What’s done is done. Like I said, I don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s get to work, huh?”

“Yeah. For sure.” Jungkook turns to leave, then hesitates. “She wasn’t a good person, Yoongi. I wouldn’t lose too much time thinking about her. There’ll be someone else one day. Someone who’ll be a better match for you than she ever was. I guarantee it.”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi says, though it isn’t. “I’m already past it. Just go, okay? Close the door on your way out.” What is it with Jungkook and making promises he can’t keep? That’s his problem right there, guaranteeing this and that and hoping for the best when the only thing anyone’s guaranteed in life is death. For all Jungkook knows Yoongi is destined to die alone, just like you said, and even that would be more than he could have hoped for. Maybe you’re right, and no one will ever love him but you, not that you had ever really loved him anyway. He knows he’s hard to love: stubborn, ornery, a little too private for most people's liking. Spend most of your life getting knocked around the way he has and it's no wonder no one wants anything to do with him. He's damaged goods, after all. Scratches and dings everywhere. Too much baggage for even the most sainted person to deal with. Maybe he is better off alone. It’s lonely, but no one gets hurt that way. Hearts stay guarded, hearts stay intact. Is that the secret?

Almost as soon as Jungkook leaves, his phone vibrates on his desk. His number is private, which means it can only be one person. He sighs and allows the call through. “Yeah?”

"Yoongi-ah!" Hoseok's exuberantly cheerful voice breaks through the speakers. Yoongi has always wondered how one person can be in such good spirits all the time. "I'm glad I caught you. I was wondering, did you mean to call me last night?"

"No," says Yoongi. "Just an accident. Sorry.” What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

"Huh. Okay." Now he sounds skeptical. He can almost see Hoseok’s face pursing into a frown. “Because I could have sworn I heard—”

“It was nothing, Hobi,” he says firmly. “I was drinking and I must have bumped your number or something. That’s all.”

“Drinking on a weeknight? Is everything okay?”

Damn it. Why does Hoseok have to know him so well? “Everything’s fine. Had a rough day at work yesterday. You know how it is.” Hoseok doesn’t know exactly what it is he does for a living, but he has some idea.

“Well…okay.” He can tell his friend still doesn’t believe him. “I guess I was imagining things. But, you know you can always talk to me, right? If there’s ever something you want to talk to me about. I’m here to listen.”

“Yeah. Of course.” Yoongi swallows hard, the words sticking in his throat.

Hoseok continues. "Anyway, while I’ve got you, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner sometime. It's been forever. Hyorin and I would love to see you. And when are you going to come see your godson? Junho has grown so much, you’d barely recognize him if you saw him.” Junho is what, six months old now? Hoseok and Hyorin had insisted on making him Junho’s godfather when he was born, despite Yoongi’s protests, saying there was no one better for the job than him. “Bring y/n with you. We’ve been dying to meet her. And I have to see for myself the woman who managed to crack through that tough outer shell of yours so quickly.” Hoseok likes to claim that it took a year’s worth of his mother’s lunches for Yoongi to crack even slightly, while for you it only took a matter of months to get right to the heart of things.

His words stab at Yoongi's chest like knives. “Uh…yeah. We’ll have to get together sometime.” Coward. The word floats in front of his eyes again, the same way it did last night when he hung up instead of talking to Hoseok. What kind of coward are you that you can’t even tell your best friend that it’s over, that she’s gone, that she played you for a fool? How long are you going to go on dodging him and letting him think everything is fine when it’s not? “About that,” says Yoongi. “Y/n and I – we broke up. Yesterday.”

“What?” Yoongi can tell Hoseok is genuinely floored by this. “Are you — really? What happened? Didn’t you say you were about to ask her to move in with you? Officially?”

Yoongi chuckles bitterly. “We discovered some, uh, irreconcilable differences. And she cheated on me. With multiple people.”

"Yoongi..." Hoseok sighs. "I'm sorry. I wouldn’t have said anything if I’d known. You doing okay?"

“Oh, I'm fine,” Yoongi says dismissively. "I'll get through it, I always do. You know me. Anyway, better to have that all out in the open now than later, right?” He can’t even force himself to imagine what it would be like if they’d been married. At least ten times worse, probably. Would he have ever even wanted to be married to you? He’d barely even begun to think about the possibility, to picture what it would be like to have you as his wife, to start a family with you. A happy little family, something he’d never had before. The very idea repulses him now.

“You don’t have to hide it, you know.” Hoseok seems to know something he isn’t letting on. “It’s okay to be upset. That was a shitty thing for her to do. It’s a shitty thing for anyone to do. You wouldn’t be the only one to—”

“Aish, seriously, I’m fine.” Yoongi rubs at his forehead in frustration, unwilling to admit that Hoseok is absolutely right. “I knew it was all going to come to an end sooner or later. Everything does for me. It just came sooner than I expected.”

Hoseok pauses momentarily, and for a second Yoongi wonders if maybe he’s gone too dark on him. ”Listen, why don’t you come over tonight instead?” Hoseok says finally. “Hyorin is making dakgalbi. I know it’s your favorite, and she always makes enough to feed the entire military. You should come. We can catch up. What do you think?”

Yoongi lets out a humorless laugh. “Your wife, who likes me for some reason, just so happens to be making dakgalbi the day after I find out my girlfriend has been cheating on me for the better part of our relationship? Almost sounds too good to be true.” Just as it had been for someone like you to have any real interest in him at all. Too good to be true.

“It must be fate then.” He pictures Hoseok shrugging. “And you shouldn’t argue with fate, right?”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll take my chances. I’ve managed so far, haven’t I?” Managed to screw everything up and drive everyone who matters away from you, he thinks. “I don’t think I’d be very good company right now, anyway.”

“Okay, well, if you won’t come over for dinner, I’ll bring you leftovers tomorrow. How about that?” Hoseok is just the same as he’s always been: trying to take care of Yoongi when it should really be the other way around. He must have had such a glowing, happy childhood to end up this kind and caring as an adult. How had a fuckup like Yoongi ever managed to become friends with someone as pure as Hoseok?

“Fine,” he relents. “You do that. But call first, okay?”

“Of course.” Voices sound behind him on the other end of the line. “Listen, I’ve got to go now, but we’ll talk tomorrow, all right? And Yoongi?”

“What?”

“It’s not your fault. I know it hurts right now, but she chose to cheat all on her own. You didn’t make her do it. So cut yourself some slack, okay? Someday it’ll all work out.” Why does everyone keep trying to tell him that? It’s all just empty platitudes anyway. Nothing works out for him. It never has. In fact, it’s surprising that his own company hasn’t crashed and burned yet.

He hears your scornful voice in his ears again. If you’d paid more attention to me, you would have figured it out sooner. You don’t care. You never cared. Would Hoseok still be saying that if he knew the whole story about what I was doing back then? Yoongi wonders. Would he still choose to see only the good in me? Would he still be willing to call me his friend? Godfather to his firstborn child? Anything at all? “Yeah, right. I’m sure. Thanks anyway.”

“I’m your best friend. It’s what I’m here for.” Hoseok hangs up.“You’re my only friend,” mutters Yoongi dryly, long after the line has gone dead.

He should not be doing this. Not today. But he’d insisted to Jungkook that he was fine, and being fine meant leaving the office for a few hours to do some surveillance for a case they were working. It wasn’t as if Jungkook had forced him; if anything he’d basically told him that he could handle it on his own, as he’d been saying all morning, but that it was easier for two people than one, just in case anything happened. Yoongi had decided to come anyway, his headache having tapered off some, and the distraction would – hopefully – keep his mind off everything, namely you. He was beginning to regret that decision, almost as soon as he’d made it. The rain still hadn’t let up, and the guy they were supposed to be tailing hadn’t moved from his table at the cafe where he’d been sitting for the past forty-five minutes. It was hard to believe that the client thought that this guy was even a threat to their personal safety – but a job was a job, and a paranoid client with deep pockets was better than no client at all.

How things had changed in the past ten years of his life. Ten years ago he was still pickpocketing people like his client, on top of working long, miserable hours in the kitchen of some god-awful restaurant, having to scrape just to put food in his mouth and pay the rent on his tiny shithole of an apartment. Of course his mother had been no help; she’d been the one to kick him out in the first place, claiming she’d already done her duty by allowing him to live rent-free under her roof for nineteen years, as if he were just some freeloading roommate and not her son. Yoongi’s thievery had started innocently enough, as innocent as lifting wallets off unsuspecting people could be. A means to an end. That was all it was ever supposed to be, a way to supplement his measly paycheck when things were tight. Then the wrong people had taken notice of his talents, turning it into something far bigger and far darker than he had ever intended for it to be, and sending him hurtling down a path he’d never wanted to venture down, but found himself unable to stop until it was almost too late. Was it his fault, then, that things had ended up this way? All of his past transgressions, everything he’d done and regretted now, falling in love with someone who would never truly be his in any capacity - had all of that been preordained the moment he lifted that first wallet in Gangnam Station? Yoongi was starting to think you might be right, that no matter how much good he did, no matter how many people he protected and thefts he prevented, he would always remain the same on the inside. He could put on an expensive suit and cut his hair and act like he was doing it all for the greater good, but deep down he’d always know it was just that: an act. He was, in the purest sense of the word, a fraud. Just as you had said. A fraud, a liar, and a thief.

What if you did decide to go back on your word? What if you told everyone – his clients, his colleagues, his friends – about how he’d gotten to be where he was? Would it make any difference? He’d threatened to reveal it himself – but would he? Could he allow everything he’d so carefully built to come crumbling down like a house of cards? If any of that happened he would be right back where he started ten years ago. Alone. Hoseok probably wouldn’t want anything to do with him if he knew what Yoongi had done to get by, certainly wouldn’t want him anywhere near his wife and son. Jungkook, perhaps, could be counted on to stick around, but Yoongi wasn’t holding his breath. Maybe that would be a good thing. No more secrets. No more lies. No friends or associates. A fresh start.

“Yoongi-ssi?” Jungkook’s voice crackled in his earpiece, startling him back into reality. “Status report?”

Yoongi glanced up at the man’s table, which was currently being bussed – because it was empty. “Fuck!” he swore under his breath, hurrying out onto the street.

“Something happen?” says Jungkook.

Yoongi sighs angrily. “Something happened, all right. I lost him, Kook.” The guy might not have been dangerous, but he’d walked away right in front of him – and Yoongi hadn’t even noticed because he was lost in his head, daydreaming about the past. How stupid did he have to be to let that happen? “He was there two minutes ago, I swear.”

“Shit,” he hears Jungkook mutter. “Well, he’s on foot, he can’t have gotten far. I’m in the area. Let me see what I can do.” Jungkook goes silent.

Yoongi paces on the sidewalk, unsure what to do with himself. He’s never lost a tail before, not like this. Not even someone trying to lose themselves in a crowd could shake him off. He’s useless. Especially today. The rain pours, pelting painfully against his skin.

Pathetic, sneers your voice in his head again. I thought you were supposed to be good at this.

“Got him.” His colleague’s triumphant voice finally breaks through after what seems like an eternity. “Headed for the subway station. We’ll probably lose contact once I’m underground, so I’ll touch base once I’m topside again.”

He used to wonder where Jungkook would be without him – probably still working for the gangster his father owed money to, still under the guise that he’d be dismissed whenever the debt was paid – but now Yoongi wonders where he’d be without Jungkook. The kid is too good for this business, he thinks, and should really be doing something more honorable with his skills. Police work, maybe, or working in intelligence, not private security. Something entirely unrelated, even. He’s far too talented to waste his life working for someone like Yoongi. “Good.” He exhales a sigh of relief, pinching at the space between his eyes. “Stay on him.” Jungkook doesn’t need him, not anymore. Maybe he never did. Maybe that was just something he’d always told himself to make himself feel better about essentially hijacking the trajectory of Jungkook’s life. “You going to be alright if I head home? I don’t think I’m going to be much use here.”

“I’ll be fine, but…” Jungkook sounds like he wants to say something else but holds back. “Okay. Have a good night, boss. I’ll update you when I get back to the office.”

“Thanks.” says Yoongi gruffly. “And…I’m sorry.”

"Don't worry about it," says Jungkook. "I've been telling you to go home all day. Go on, I've got this covered."

Yoongi chuckles wryly before he pulls his earpiece out. Home. That might be the last place on earth he wants to be right now. But where else is he going to go?

It’s been a long day. A very long day. One with a lot of thinking, and still more to go. The front room is back in order and dark shadows are beginning to fall around him as the rainy afternoon gradually fades into night. He's staring out at the city skyline, lights blinking on one by one like stars, contemplating his next move when his phone vibrates. Jungkook, presumably with an update on today's subject. "Nothing too interesting to report. You were right, the guy’s harmless."

"Hah," Yoongi scoffs. "I wouldn't take my word for it."

"I'll keep an eye on him," says Jungkook, "and let you know if anything else comes up."

"Sounds good." Yoongi hesitates. "Listen, Jungkook…about earlier. I'm thinking about taking some time off work. Do you think you could handle things for a while?"

"Of course I can. But how long is a while?"

"I don’t know. Indefinitely?" The line goes silent and Yoongi is momentarily afraid that he's lost him. "Kook, you still there?"

"Yeah. Still here." Jungkook sounds stunned. "I was trying to figure out if you just said what I think you just said. You said indefinitely, right?"

"As in, I'm not sure when I'll be back? No, you heard me right."

"Well…why?" He pictures the puzzled look on Jungkook’s face, eyes widening, eyebrows scooting together in confusion.

Yoongi lets out a sigh and stares down, examining the bandage on his hand. “Got some things to sort out. I’m not sure that I can trust myself right now, and I don’t think I should be doing this when I can’t even trust my own judgment. It’s risky for all of us. Someone could get hurt.” That’s all he wants. Just once in his life, for people to stop getting hurt because of him.

“Right. I understand that, and I recognize what you’re doing, but Yoongi, you know what you’re asking, don’t you? A couple of days is one thing, but I have no idea how to run things for that long. Especially when I don’t know when you’ll be back. You know I don’t mind doing it, it’s just…a really big ask.”

“I’ll be back, Jungkook. It’s not like I won’t.” Yoongi chuckles. “You’re the only one that’s qualified. And you’re the only one I trust to do this. I can trust you, right?” The question is almost rhetorical. The kid has more than proven himself in the whole time he’s known him.

He hears Jungkook take a deep breath. “Of course. You can count on me, hyung. I’ve got this.”

“That’s good to hear.” Yoongi does feel bad about leaving it all on Jungkook to pick up the slack, but he knows he can handle it. Things will be just fine without him, at least for a while. Everything always has been. Black Swan might even be better off with Jungkook at the helm instead of him. “I’m sorry for dropping this on you at the last minute.”

“Please,” Jungkook scoffs. “I told you, I’ve got this.” His voice changes, growing softer, less brash. “So…what will you do while you’re gone?”

“Hm. Not sure yet.” Yoongi smiles faintly. “You know, I’ve never really been on a vacation. Maybe I’ll leave the city, go somewhere sunny. Tropical and warm. Maybe the mountains.”

“That’ll be nice.” There’s a beat of silence. “So…this is it, then,” Jungkook says. “You’re really going.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, Kook,” says Yoongi briskly. “I’m your boss. We’re not really friends, are we?” They’re not friends, not just colleagues. They’re partners. Is that really any different?

“Yeah. Sorry. Well, good luck, boss. I’ll be here, as long as you need me to be. I hope you get everything figured out.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi heaves another sigh. “Me too. Goodbye, Jungkook. I’ll be in touch.” He hangs up before Jungkook can get any sappier on him and stares down at his hands again. He’ll leave town, maybe in a few days or so, go somewhere far away and stay there until it feels right to come back. But there’s one last thing he has to do tonight before he can go anywhere.

The door in front of him swings open, and the savory smell of stir-fried chicken wafts out. “Yoongi?” Hoseok looks him up and down, taking in Yoongi’s rain-soaked appearance. “What are you – did you walk here? It’s pouring out. You’ll get sick.” Same old Hoseok, the mother he never had.

“Hobi,” he says, ignoring his friend’s fussing. “Sorry I didn’t call first, but I was in the neighborhood and I got to wondering…does that dinner invitation still stand?”

“Always, but…” Hoseok falters. “I thought you said—”

“You know I can’t resist free food.” Yoongi smirks. “And…” He hesitates. His past is dark, littered with thorns and broken glass, winding paths to hell built upon good intentions. He can’t change that. But he can change his present – his future, too. And it starts with being honest with the people around him, whatever the fallout may be. No more secrets. No more lies. Especially to the people he cares about. “I decided I could really use someone to talk to.”

“Okay, well – get in here, then.” Hoseok pulls him inside, where it’s warm and bright and filled with life. “We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Things will be better without you. Not now, but eventually. Maybe someday it will all work out like everyone keeps trying to tell him. Maybe there is still happiness to be found in this life.

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jeonbunnie · 2 years

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stand by me

pairing: reader x yoongi

anonymous requested: “could you do some min yoongi fluff with stand by me by ben e king?”

summary: yoongi becomes your knight in black leather.

genre: slight angst; fluff;

soundtrack: stand by me—bene e. king

content/warnings: childhood friends to strangers to friends again; gang!au; biker!yoongi/ cat calling; sexual harassment.

a/n: I’m sure you weren’t expecting bikergang!yoongi for this request lol but that’s where my brain went I’m sorry lol. I hope it’s still cute for you ♡

word count: 1.5k

♪ No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me ♪

Five minutes into your walk home and you already regretted the decision.

Girls night had started to turn into girls morning, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to stay out. Not wanting to ruin their fun, you bid your friends goodnight and made your way home. At first, you weren’t concerned about walking by yourself; The bar was only a couple blocks from your highrise apartment, and you’d be home in no time—fifteen minutes tops.

But now that you were alone with a cat-caller on your trail, you thought you should never have left in the first place. The man eyeing you from across the street put a shiver down your spine.

“Where you going, baby?”

In your head, you cursed your decision to wear a crop top and short dress tonight now that you’d been unlucky enough to gather unwanted attention. Fear told you not to respond. You did your best to keep your head down and avoid eye contact.

“Oh, come on, don’t ignore me, beautiful!”

It was so dark out; not even the sliver of moon could light your path home. Only one street light blinked on in the distance, but it was at least a block away.

You could hear his footsteps behind you, and your heartbeat quickened. You sped up your pace, too.

For a second, you were afraid. Your mind filled with all the terrible ways this night could end. So much could go wrong before you reached the safety of the light. More than anything, you wished you weren’t alone.

“I’m just trying to pay you a compliment!” said the stranger, persistent in his pursuit.

If you had to defend yourself, you would. You reached inside your purse, finding your pepper spray and gripping your keys between your fingers like talons, just in case.

And then suddenly, as if the universe heard your silent plea, you weren’t alone after all.

A deep voice rang out nearby. “I don’t think she’s interested.”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Yoongi. Your Yoongi. The kid in your neighborhood who used to be your friend and your fiercest defender. At once, all your fears ceased. With Yoongi by your side, you’ve never had to be afraid.

He looked different now. Older. Serious. But undeniably handsome as he leaned back against a motorcycle. You don’t know how you missed it, too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice his bike parked on the side of the street. But you couldn’t be happier recognizing the sleek ‘7’ decal that marked the vehicle as belonging to one of the notorious gangs in the city.

“In fact,’ continued Yoongi, “I know she’s not interested.” Others might have been scared to have a member of Bangtan approach them, but relief washed over you as Yoongi came to stand by you, shielding you with his body from the unwelcome stranger. “But if you’re interested in keeping your pathetic excuse of a life, I’d suggest you walk away now.”

Maybe it was the look in Yoongi’s eyes, dark gaze glinting something dangerous as he stared down your offender. Or perhaps he, too, had noticed the warning sign glinting on the bike, but that was all it took for the man to run off, leaving you with your savior.

He wasn’t exactly a white knight, switching out the shining armor for a black leather jacket and jeans, but still, he left you breathless. Upclose you’re struck by the details of change: the piercings in his ear, the long shaggy hair, and most noticeably, the long, red scar that ran down his eye. So much about him had changed, but his dark gaze still seared you when your eyes met.

For a minute, it’s just quiet as you take each other in. Awkward silence sets in as you’re unsure what to say or where to begin. You’d thought of Yoongi many times and always imagined you’d be better put together the next time you met. So much time had passed, yet here you were, still a damsel in distress and seemingly no more confident.

Yoongi broke the silence first. “It’s been a while, huh? I see you still need me to look out for you.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your heart lightened hearing his usual banter. “For the record, I didn’t need your help back there. I was prepared to defend myself—”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“—But I’m glad I didn’t have to. Thank you,” you said, offering him a genuine smile.

Yoongi didn’t respond, shrugging off your thanks with a cool nod as he broke eye contact. But if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the pink warming his cheeks wasn’t just from the cool night air.

When his eyes returned to you, he cocked his head to the side, gaze flickering over your figure in a way that made you squirm.

After a long pause, he said, “You still look the same.”

You looked down at your hands, heart racing for the second time tonight for an entirely different reason. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good. Definitely, good.”

The silence that slipped over you now didn’t feel awkward anymore. You looked back up at Yoongi, feeling comfortable in his presence, warm like the orange glow of the overhead streetlight. And just like that, you’re slipping into the time before. Memories of scraped knees, black eyes, wiped tears, and pastel bandaids. All the pain, laughter, and childhood nostalgia breathing in the space between you.

You know your family moved away with the best intentions: safer neighborhoods, better education, more opportunities. Maybe moving was for the best, but you’d left your heart with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Because you never really got over it—losing your best friend.

You wonder if it’s just you, all in your head with your one-sided feelings. But then Yoongi’s eyes softened, and you know it’s not all in your head. He felt it, too, the affinity that somehow lingered after all these years.

“Let me take you home,” said Yoongi, lips lifted in a half smile.

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can make the rest of the way by myself.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Too good to be seen with someone like me on this side of town, huh?”

He’s teasing. But still, you panic a bit at the implication. “No, no!” you said, waving your hands. “That not— I just meant you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to put you out. I don’t mind being seen with you, honest—”

“Y/n,” he said, cutting you off. “Don’t you think I know you better than that? I’m just messing with you.”

You huffed out a sigh, both relieved and annoyed that he still could work you up like that. Yoongi just chuckled.

“You’re not a burden to me,” he said, leaning in to look you in the eyes. “I only asked to take you home because I wanted to.”

Yoongi walked over to his parked bike only to pause when he noticed you hesitating behind him. “What?”

You couldn’t help yourself; you had to ask: “Why are you being so nice to me?”

At that, Yoongi laughed, turning back to face you. “I’m sorry, should I not? Would you prefer it if I were an asshole?”

“It’s just,” you started suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You have no reason to be. It’s been years since we last talked. . .and I—”

Guilt kept you from saying what you were thinking out loud.

I left you behind.

You always felt ashamed you didn’t keep in touch with your friends from the past. Yoongi had every right to resent you for that, yet there was no animosity in his eyes as he looked at you.

Yoongi shook his head, seemingly reading your mind and all the doubts. “It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how far you go. I’m always going to stand by your side. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Something about the sincerity of those words stunned you to tears. “Yoongi…”

Of course, he noticed the twinkle in your eyes. “You’re such a baby,” he reproached. But despite his admonishing words, you heard the grin in his voice.

“Come on,” he said, swinging a leg over his bike.

You could only watch him in awe, wondering how you could be so lucky to have someone like Yoongi return to your life.

“Darling,” he said, voice dipping low as he held up the helmet to his bike. “I’m not asking.”

You bite your lip, barely containing your grin, as you take the helmet from his grasp and hop on behind him.

“Give me your phone.”

You obeyed his command, watching as he saved his number in your contacts.

When he finished, Yoongi looked over his shoulder at you. “The next time you’re in trouble, call me, yeah?”

You nod, smiling softly to yourself as he checks the strap on your helmet. When satisfied with the fit, he turned around and started his bike, the vehicle roaring to life.

“Hold on tight,” he shouted, voice booming over the engine’s purr.

So you do. You wrapped your arms around Yoongi and rested your cheek against his strong back, breathing in his scent: leather, mint, and something else that reminded you of home. This time, no matter what curves life throws your way, you know you won’t let go.

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years

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Ice cream makes everything better- MYG

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dad! Min Yoongi x Mom! Fem reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: OC suffers from migraines. Here's how Yoongi and another special someone deal with it.

A/n: I wrote this at 3 am, exactly 6 hours before a very important exam. But this came easy to me, like it was waiting to be written since ages. 🥺💜💜

"Will omma be okay soon?" Little Sumi turned to Yoongi before jumping out of the car in front of her school.

"Of course, love. Omma's just a little sick. But I'm sure she'll be okay once she rests a little" Yoongi reassured your wide eyed, concerned daughter.

"Will she come pick me up?" She asked.

"Not today. But appa will pick you up and then we'll go get ice cream" he promised.

That promise lit up the little child's face as she nodded enthusiastically and got out, running to her friend who seemed to be waiting for her near the entrance, both of them linking hands and going inside.

Yoongi smiled to himself. He'd never get over how much your daughter resembled you. But of course you always insisted that she had Yoongi's eyes and nose. Whatever the case, Yoongi loved her to bits and anything she did made his mind reel in wonder that this little girl was living evidence of how much he loved you. Pulling away from the school, Yoongi directed his mind back to business, getting some mangoes for his wife who was currently suffering a migraine and wanted something sweet and fresh to eat after the whole night of debilitating nausea.

He tried to be as quick as possible, parking closest to the supermarket, rushing inside and grabbing the ripest, yellowest mangoes, checking out and speeding home.

On days like these, when one thing or the other triggered your migraines, it was a given that Yoongi worked from home, if he felt like he could work at all.

He looked at the mess he and Sumi had made as they had had breakfast, the dirty dishes still sitting on the table. He collected them and placed them in the sink, moving to your daughter's room where her pajamas were thrown on her unmade bed. He swiftly folded her pajamas and made her bed, placing her pillows in a neat pile and opening a window to let some fresh air in. Then he was peeling and slicing the mangoes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When the juicy fruit was cut into cubes and ready, he added some toothpicks so he could feed you easily and eased open your bedroom door.

The dark curtains that Yoongi had installed especially because of his wife's light sensitivity, were pulled all the way shut and there was no light in the room, despite it being bright and sunny outside.

"Jagiya?" Yoongi whispered.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back, indicating you were awake.

"Do you feel like eating something?" He asked, still hushed.

He saw your silhouette sit up in bed, the raging bed head, still visible in the dim light. He came and sat down in front of you, placing the plate of fruit between you both. "I'm hungry, but my teeth feel tender, I don't understand." Yoongi could hear the pout in your voice.

"It's okay love, these mangoes are really soft and juicy. They'll be easy to eat" he assured you. He saw you nod, scooting forward just an inch.

Yoongi gladly lifted a piece of fruit skewered on a toothpick to your mouth.

"Did you take Sumi to school?" You asked before opening your mouth slightly to take the bite, relishing the sweetness spreading on your palate after the bitter aftertaste of all that dry heaving last night.

"Yeah, she was concerned about you. Wanted to say good morning" Yoongi giggled.

"Aww" you took another bite from his hand, "you should've let her come in."

Yoongi's heart hurt at how weak you sounded. He hated these episodes, he hated seeing you in so much pain, and he couldn't do much except wait for it to be over.

"You had finally fallen asleep jagi, I told her and she immediately understood."

"She's my big girl" you smiled proudly, wincing slightly at how much your eyes hurt, despite the room being almost pitch dark.

You and Yoongi sat in silence for a while, him carefully feeding you, and you focusing on chewing softly.

"All done" he announced as the last piece he'd cut up made it's way past your lips.

"Thank you Yoongi" you smiled sadly. "I don't know what I'd do without you"

" We're a team baby. You don't have to do anything without me." His hand found yours, your aching body always finding solace in his gentle touches. You grabbed back, tugging it closer to your face and kissing it fondly, aware of the slight flush that must have made it's way up his cheeks at that. He did have a way of getting flustered that was absolutely adorable.

" Does your head still hurt? " He asked kindly.

" Yeah" you whispered.

" Do you want me to give you a massage? "

A massage from your husband sounded heavenly and you were nodding immediately. More than willingly, Yoongi climbed onto the bed, making his way behind you on his knees. When you felt him behind you, you leaned back against his soft belly, head resting on his strong chest as his skilled fingers came to rest on your temples moving in coordinated circles to ease the tension in your skull.

A sigh of relief left you as he worked his magic, working quietly and surely, because he had done this many times before.

Soon enough, you felt your head getting lighter, the deep throbbing behind your eyes going away. Tears of gratitude filled your eyes involuntarily. Yoongi had no idea how in love you were with him. Because of these simple things he did. How he always made you feel better in a matter of moments, in all that he did. He had your heart. One that always ached with love for him and your little daughter. You couldn't believe you were this lucky, yet here you were.

"Oh Yoongs, you're magical" you hummed as he pulled away, fluffing up your pillow so you could lie down again.

He tucked you in and gingerly kissed your forehead. "You're my magic" he whispered into your hairline. "Now rest, and don't worry about a single thing"

You nodded, thanking all heavenly entities for him in your life as he left the room.

The next thing you heard was when you woke up again. The sweet singsong voice of your daughter on the other side of the door, "I'll call her softly to check if she's sleeping" she promised her father.

Then the door opened and a head peeked in.

"Omma?" A tiny voice asked.

"Yes sweetheart?" You answered.

"Oh you're awake!"

"Shh Sumi too loud!" Yoongi's hushed scolding made you frown.

"It's okay baby, come to me" you opened your arms as you sat up, feeling a bit better after your nap.

She ran to you, scrambling onto the bed as her father carried a tray with three bowls on it, leaving the door open a smidge to let some light in.

"How was your day?" You asked Sumi as she settled into your arms.

"It was good. I got an A on my homework. Appa helped me yesterday." She announced proudly.

"Good job baby" you hugged your daughter to your chest eyes meeting your husband's with a fond shine.

"How was your day omma?" The little voice asked from next to your heart. "Do you feel better? Are you okay now?"

You nodded. "I feel better now that you're here."

"Oh. See appa? If you had let me come to her in the morning, omma would already be okay" Sumi scolded her father.

You laughed softly.

"What's this you brought me?" You asked, tilting your head to the bowls.

"We brought you ice cream!" She announced happily.

" Ice cream makes everything better" Yoongi nodded knowingly, repeating a dialogue you loved to say ever since he had begun dating you. It was now an impromptu rule in your house. Ice cream makes everything better.

Sumi also nodded very seriously, before turning her attention back to you.

" Can I help you eat it? " She asked

"Huh?" The question threw you off.

"You always feed me when I'm sick, should I feed you now?" She explained, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's because you're my baby" you cooed.

"You're my baby too," Sumi proudly announced, taking a bowl from her father's hands and lifting a half empty spoon to your smiling lips.

#bts fluff #min yoongi #bts suga #bts yoongi #min yoongi fluff #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bangtan #reader insert #bangtan sonyeondan #bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts rap line #reader x yoongi #domestic au #fluff #reader x suga #reader x bts

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fluffyydumplings · 2 years

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Bloody Fucking Love

https://youtu.be/_Cm_ERxZBAY

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Pairings: vampire!yoongi x vampire!reader / interior designer!yoongi x interior designer!reader / ceo!yoongi x ceo!reader

Genre: fantasy!au / historical!fiction / best friends to lovers / fluff / crack / angst (more crack than angst - maybe or maybe not?) with a happy? sad? ending / match maker!jin and match maker!hoseok (evil smirk) / This fic is so cracky... Probably will get you going: ‘Huh?’ - a good laugh and a good cry - that’s what I’m going for

Summary: Get married, have a family and die at forty.. That was the life you’ve expected ever since you could speak, and at the ripe age of one could say “mother” over and over again without stuttering - an exaggeration that you will use over and over again for as long as you live. But, life throws you places where you never expect to be. Now you find yourself deep into the twenty-first century, two hundred years on the clock and by the side of a man you never expected to be more than a suitor like hundreds of others you have met, dinned with and curtsied at.

Best Friends, co-partners, confidants, companions.. You’ve been through life and death with him (metaphorically and literally). You know each other better than flowers know the patches of dirt it grows on, you know each other better than butterflies know the flowers it feeds off of..

You love each other, that’s for sure.. Whether like friends or lovers on the other hand - that line is blurry..

Wordcount: 40k+ (estimated - no promises)

Release Date: When I’m done (Will warn then block if you pester me)

A/N: Putting this out here to remind you that I haven't given up on this fic.. Plus, I wanted to show what this fic offers @hobateas

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Mob Boss Min Yoongi is here to collect his payment and he’s decided the only thing he wants is you.

I made this into a fic, btw.

#mob boss min yoongi #min yoongi #that that #i will sue you min yoongi #reader x yoongi

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nonduafickie · 1 year

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SOULMATE NOT DESTINED || MIN YOONGI

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yoongi X f!reader

03/15/2019

Daegu, South Korea.

We met that summer day in 2018.

You as usual, had your hair dyed of some exotic color.

I want to be honest, it was cool.

You were on the swings dozing while I was walking Doctor Lemon, he came up to you and put his little head under your hand while he moved so you would understand that he wanted caresses.

You began to caress him while I approached seeing the tender image, between curtsies I wanted to say goodbye; but you asked me to sit on the swing next to you and we started playing om the swings while Doctor Lemon ran around.

We talked a lot, you told me about how much you loved music and I told you about how much I loved children.

We both appreciated each other's dream and talked in such a pleasant way, it was like a dream, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, my stomach felt weird, my lip was trembling because I was so- so nervous.

You get in my feels so deep, I felt like it a dream.

I didn't want to wake up.

I felt so good by your side...

I could see colors next to you.

And then a limo pulled up and a bunch of bouncers in suits pushed me away from you.

It wasn't meant to be...

Goodbye, mask boy and which your name is apparently:

Min Yoongi.

Att: The girl with the dog

that ate a lot of sugar.

"What do you guys have there?"

"Nothing, just army's mail and all that."

"I'll take Yoongi's."

"I don't think he gave you permission, young lady..."

"He is my boyfriend and soon he will see that he is also my soul mate, give it to me."

Because we're meant to find it, but not always to stay together.

#yoongi imagine #reader x yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts yoongi fluff #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #Bts yoongi fanfic #Bts yoongi fanfiction #yoongi angst #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader

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btsfanficsbykj · 2 years

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Tickets To Paradise, Chapter 1

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Hello! Welcome to my first BTS fanfic!! I hope you enjoy! I have no idea who I'm pairing our lovely reader with yet, but I have lots of romance planned, along with all the angst, adventure, drama, reconciliation, and smexy times!! I hope you enjoy!!

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Relationships: BTS ensemble and Fem!Reader

Summary: Our lovely reader and her clever best friend have gotten their hands on tickets to the nearby BTS world tour concert, which had seemed impossible thanks to scalpers and jacked upped prices. Now, preparing to meet her beloved artists, she faces dealing with insecurities, anxiety, and a hell of a lot of just-plain-scared-out-her-mind.

This journey will follow her as she meets the boys of BTS and surprisingly catches their attention by means of her tattoo work, bright and shiny on her best friend's shoulder.

Warnings: none so far

Word Count: 1660

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Part 1 Part 2

“Hey there, darlin,” came the sly laugh from behind me.

“Hey, Smurf,” I responded, sniggering down at the copy machine as I made the 50000th copy of the day.

My coworker and partner-in-crime, Sarah, or “Smurf” as I affectionately named her, leaned against the Beast of a machine to my right, crossing her arms and feigning a nonchalant sigh of boredom.

It had been a long day. A ghastly week. In some ways, it mirrored the movie “Office Space” with the same monotonous routine, over and over and over again. The same managers droning on and on about better customer care and faster call times and working as a team, blah blah blah. Us worker bees of course just side-eyed each other with subtle rolling of the eyes, knowing we had to devote time to each individual customer to fix the problems, which meant longer call times. Which, of course, upper management just didn’t seem to get and completely ignored.

All in all, it was just another week, stuffed into another month, dragged into another year in this slightly stifling office job in the middle of the midwest, surrounded by cornfields and cringey political signs. Honestly, my only saving grace was the few tattoo gigs that popped up every now and again. Usually the loyal clientele that needed a touch up or new artwork done. I was a favorite at the only tat shop in the little town and was allowed to pick my hours. Nice, right?

Smurf huffed out another sigh, this one edging on annoyed, and I huffed one back at her.

“Whatchu want, Smurfs? I’m trying to get His Majesty’s sheets done before closing time.” His Majesty was none other than the Big Boss’ son, slave driver and all around mysoginistic jackass. He really enjoyed giving out the lesser jobs to his more feminine employees. Seemed to get a kick out of lording his authority over them. I swear, he was born in the wrong decade.

“I knooooow,” Smurf grinned, studying her acrylic nails as she swayed her curvy hips in place.

Taking my eyes from the Beast and rolling them in my bestie’s direction, I copied her stance and leaned against the wall behind me. “Smurfs, it's Friday,” I whined. “We’re almost outta here. Why you buggin’ me?”

Smurf finally let her inner demon glee shift her mouth into a huge grin and looked up at me. “So,” she spoke in a bored voice, betraying the utter joy evident all over her face, “You know The Concert That Shall Not Be Named?”

I stiffened. Of course. She HAD to mention the damned concert. Of all the gigs in all the world she had to bring me down with this shit.

I was an ARMY, through and through. Lover of all things BTS, a solid fan, albeit for only half a year, I had been taken into the massive group of fans by a random tiktok that played a piece of their animated music video, “We Are Bulletproof: Eternal”. The vocals, the harmonies, the lyrics, the beautiful artistry, and their incredible dedication to their fans all smacked me right in the face. And I knew it. I was hooked.

Of course, living in the midwest meant I had to show my love from afar. I lived too far away from any concert venue and was way too poor to travel to any shows in the neighboring states. But it was ok, I didn’t allow that to dampen my adoration. The boys were hardworking, dedicated, talented people and I absolutely admired their commitment to their craft and their followers. Honestly, I had never witnessed such love for the fans in any other musicians, never seen the power the fans hold acknowledged in such a precious way. Their humble hearts and minds continued to surprise and endear me with every new song and episode of their shows discovered.

However, the Impossible had happened. On their newest world tour, the PR team announced several new locations to their travel venue. And my heart had nearly lept out of my chest when I realized the boys were coming to the Big City merely an hour away from my little town.

Smurf had called me, nearly in tears, wailing that the tickets were already sold out and the scalpers were selling the hacked tickets for 4 times the original price. It was a Dark Day for us midwestern poor ARMYs. There were many mourning candles lit.

Hah, not really. But Smurf and I were happy for those who could attend, and continued to live our humdrum lives, secretly vibrating in excitement to have the boys in close proximity to us in just a few months.

And now, my traitor of a best smurf, decided to remind me of this damned concert. Right as I was about to declare freedom and make a run for the exit. I already had my weekend planned. Bubble bath, pineapple rum, stuffed crust pizza, the new Dr. Strange movie….

I glared daggers at my friend-turned-traitor. “You dare to mention said concert? On this, the day of my cat’s quinceañera??”

Smurf burst out laughing at the mention of our favorite cat meme. After a moment, she quickly returned to her former stance and glared back at me.

“Be prepared for your life to change, bitch.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” I laughed, clueless to her ramblings.

“I. Got. Tickets.”

My heart stopped.

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”

Smurf huffed and dropped her hands, gripping my shoulders. “I. Got. Tickets. To see the babies. Our boys. The fine ass brigade. The glorious hip thrusters, the—”

“SMURF, YOU WHAT??”

My slightly unprofessional shriek in the middle of the large room filled with small cubicles and people readying for the weekend caused a sudden silence.

Ducking low, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the vicinity, I grabbed Smurf by the elbow and dragged her into the nearest conference room.

Tossing her dumb ass at the massive table, I slammed the door shut and stood staring at her, chest heaving.

“You, what… how??” My brain refused to believe anything that was said in the last 5 minutes.

Smurf placed her hands together in prayer form and giggled maniacally. “I got tickets. To the BTS concert. The one close by,” she gasped out.

My brain reeled, trying to imagine how this dirt poor office worker could manage to afford thousands of dollars worth of scalped tickets.

“Smurf, did you take your meds today?” I asked cautiously and slowly.

“Oh pfft,” she replied, waving her hand in the air as if to shove that very important inquiry aside. “You remember back in the day when they would give away tickets on the radio?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. But… how the hell would they manage the phone lines for a BTS concert?” I pondered, imagining millions of phone calls bombarding a poor haggard DJ.

“See, that’s the thing. My uncle has connections, right? And it was a private giveaway. Apparently for certain… members of his club.”

I… did not even want to delve into that information. The infamous uncle of a supposedly… shifty background was also something we never really discussed. Even with some of the seedier clients that passed through my tattoo shop, we really tried to avoid dipping our toes in that area of the underworld. It was just acknowledged and then put aside.

“So… you called in.”

“I called in.”

“And won tickets.”

“Won front row tickets.”

I blanked, jaw hitting the floor. Front row… the ones that cost tens of thousands….. Holy fuck.

After my brain came back online, cue the AOL start up noises, I blinked several times and closed my mouth.

“....How many tickets did you get?” I asked in a very tiny voice, my brain starting to vibrate with the smallest of hope.

“Bitch, I got 2. Two mothafuckin tickets to see mothafuckin BTS!!!”

We both screamed and batted our hands at each other like absolute twelve year olds, shrieking and jumping around and losing our ever loving minds.

Suddenly, reality came crashing down. In the form of His Majesty himself.

“Uh, girls?” he shouted, head peeking in through the open doorway.

We immediately froze and turned, smoothing down our skirts and hair (damn dress codes).

“I believe it's a bit early for a sexy pajama party,” he sneered, laughing at his joke like the arrogant ass he is.

Smurf and I laughed weakly and nodded, apologizing for making such a ruckus.

“Now, get your butts back to finishing up the week, we aren’t paying you overtime. I’ve got a table at Delgado’s with my name on it.” He winked disgustingly and slipped his oily self back out into the beehive/workroom.

Smurf grimaced and gagged. “Ugh, woe be the woman who got snagged into that date.”

“Mmhmm,” I mindlessly agreed, my hindbrain going over every single detail of every single thing that we need to do to get ready for this experience of a lifetime.

Huffing and shaking off that creepy encounter, Smurf wrapped her arm around my shoulders and dragged me back out into the work room, shoving me at the copy machine.

“Alright, babes, finish up, we got planning to do, this shit is going down next weekend!!”

My heart skipped a beat and I gripped the Beast in shock. One week. Holy hell, the concert is in one week. I need a drink. I need a Xanax. I need a fucking horse tranquilizer.

All silly fangirling aside, my soul shivered in happiness, goosebumps spreading all down my skin. I would have the chance to watch these boys perform right in front of me. I will have the chance to witness their talent and voices and silly goofing and see the adoration in their eyes as they serenade their beloved ARMY.

I will have the absolute honor of witnessing the most acclaimed group of musicians perform on stage.

And I was absolutely panicked.

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marxy-06 · 3 months

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Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

Kim Seokjin

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honey-boyyoongi · 10 months

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Reader x Yoongi | Part 56//??

Word count ➪ 3.2k

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; mentions of abortion; mentions of self neglect during pregnancy; description of an anxiety attack; its established that Minji is like mentally ill; slight sexual description; if you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: Hey guys! Uh just a quick warning if y'all hated Minji before.... well yall are gonna hate her now. Feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know. 💕

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Yoongi sat across Minji in silence. They had exchanged mild pleasantries when she had arrived at the cafe. It was a small, cozy establishment; in normal circumstances he would’ve been excited at the prospect of bringing Hani here. He didn’t know what to say, or how to feel, except for anger and resentment. He remembered telling Jin so, while he got ready.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” Yoongi nodded.

Jin nodded back in acknowledgement, “Okay then, remember Jimin will be in the back the entire time. Do you remember your safeword?”

Yoongi sighed heavily, “Pineapple..”

Seokjin grinned at his friend, “Good. Remember, be nice.”

Yoongi scowled, “I am being nice, she’s the one making demands after being gone for half a decade.”

Jin walked up to his old friend, fixing the non-existent flaws in Yoongi’s clothes, “You don’t have to do this, you know. She signed away her rights, you can keep her away from Hani.”

“I know..just..,” he sighed, “I need to know why she’s coming back now.”

“Will that help you move on,” Jin asked.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.

They watched as Jungkook came into Yoongi’s bedroom, looking as disheveled as Yoongi felt “Okay, the kids are still at the park with ___, she said they’ll be getting food on the way home. Also, Jimin texted me, "the cafe is closed, be there in 15 minutes”, and to text him when you get there.”

Yoongi nodded, he lightly sniffled, feeling overwhelmed. He almost wished he was cowardly enough to stay. “I wish the first time going to Min’s place wasn’t.. this... I had hoped to bring Hani, to show her the pretty snacks and the pretty drinks..” Seokjin pulled Yoongi into a not so tight hug, he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes, shushing him. “It’s okay, on another day we’ll take the kids, Gigi’s kids included, all of us will go out. It’ll be fun and you can make memories with Hani, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yoongi watched as Jimin placed their food in front of them; he’d gotten his trusty iced americano, while Minji opted for an iced chai. Jimin flashed Yoongi a quick smile, calming his wired nerves.

Minji cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her, “Is he a friend of yours?”

Yoongi nodded slightly, “He is.” Minji gave him a look, as if egging him on. “He’s Jin’s little cousin’s business partner. We helped them out when they first started the process of building their cafe. I asked Tae for a favor, and they said yes. I’ve known Min for as long as I’ve known Tae.”

Minji had no response, she continued to drink her iced chai in silence. She avoided making eye contact with him, and it bothered the ever living fuck out of Yoongi. He felt angry that Minji had the gall to demand his daughter over the phone, but refused to talk to him face to face. He had decided on the drive over that he would not be the one to bring up her absence. Yoongi wanted her to explain; why was she back? Her ongoing silence was making his patience wear thin, and it caused him to remember the last fight they’d had.

Minji had been avoiding Yoongi; it had been 2 weeks since he’d told Minji he loved her. She had freaked out, stuttering out to Yoongi that she had to go. Yoongi had given her the weekend to breathe, he understood if she couldn’t say it back, not everyone felt romantic feelings the same. On Monday he texted Minji a message asking how she was feeling, and that it was okay if she didn’t reciprocate. By Thursday he was worried as she didn’t answer Yoongi’s calsl. On Sunday he messaged Mina asking if Minji was still even breathing.

Mina apologized on her behalf. Minji had gone home to her parents, she said, as she had ‘obligations’. Minji wasn’t answering her calls, or texts as well. By day 12, Yoongi was worried, he’d sent a final text to Minji asking her to please take care of herself, and at the very least let Mina know she was okay. Hours later he got a very excited voice message from Mina updating him that Minji sent her an emoji.

Two weeks to the day, Minji showed up on his doorstep. She looked relatively unharmed, except for the dark undereye circles from the possible lack of sleep. She walked in, silent. Yoongi asked her where she was, why didn’t she answer his texts or calls, was she okay? Minji didn’t answer any of his questions. They stood in silence. After a few moments Yoongi was begging Minji to please speak with him. She remained quiet. Yoongi went to his room, throwing whatever item was closest to him. He cried out in frustration wondering why they had gone back to square one. Had he not tried enough? Was he not trustworthy? Was it always going to be this way?

Minji entered his room, still wearing a blank look on her face. She kneeled in between his legs, looking down at his hands. Minji took them into hers, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed Yoongi’s knuckles and worked her way up his forearm and chest. She kept kissing up to his collarbone and neck, up until she met his lips. He sobbed into the kiss, relieved that Minji was finally responding to him. The kisses become more hurried, bordering on aggressive. Yoongi felt desperate and it showed. Clothes were tugged, and readjusted, until they were gone entirely.

The next morning Yoongi asked Minji the same questions, but she continued to have no answers. He then asked why she ran away two weeks ago, she still refused to answer. Yoongi begged her to please say something, anything. Minji stared at him, “What do you want me to say?”

He scoffed with indignation, he couldn’t believe it. “You ghosted Mina, and I. We would’ve filed a missing person’s report if it wasn’t for you telling her you had a family emergency. We were scared, Minji, I was scared, and all you can say is, ‘what do you want me to say’?”

“I don’t know, what do you want me to say,” she repeated.

“Of course you don’t know,” he murmured exasperated.

They spent hours talking in circles. By the end they had both raised their voices at each other, fighting and failing at getting their points across. In those moments, Yoongi realized he would never get anywhere with Minji. He was tired of arguing, tired of having to hunt Minji down when she isolated herself, tired of the shallowness of it all. “You know what, I don’t want to do this anymore,” he blurted out.

Minji gaped at him wide eyed. “I’m done,” Yoongi said. “I’m tired of fighting for the bare minimum Minj.” Even their breakup was unchallenged.

Minji agreed to the breakup. She dressed herself in the clothes she arrived in, packing up any small toiletries she’d left behind at Yoongi’s during her sleepovers.

In the end, she was gone in less than 10 minutes.

Minji cleared her throat once again, taking another big sip of her iced chai. “What exactly do we need to talk about,” she asked. “I want to see her, is that not enough?” Yoongi heard a small, ‘oh hell’, from the kitchen. Jin must’ve given Jimin the rundown.

“Well for one, hey how are you? I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Yoongi responded sarcastically. “I haven’t heard from you in 4 years, you could start by telling me, why? Why now?”

Minji sighed, “I know that it’s sudden, but.. It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking about things. My dad passed away two months ago, and my mom is god knows where. ‘Just turned 30, I kept thinking about my life in the past decade. I have a lot of regrets, and I was doubting myself. Was it the right decision, you know, having her. Was I right to keep away from her? A few months ago, Jungkook came up on my instagram explore page. It was a picture of him at the amusement park with Seokjin. I got curious so I clicked on his page.” She readjusted herself, leaning into the right handle of the sofa chair. “He’d grown up so much, and after scrolling through pictures of Seokjin and his son, and his friends, I saw you. I saw you with our daughter. You both looked so happy, playing with your friends, living your life freely. I wanted that. I wondered if we could be happy like that.”

Yoongi laughed in astonishment, he ran his tongue along the side of cheek, trying to stop himself from saying anything he’d regret. “That doesn’t answer my question; why now Minji? Why are you demanding to be a parent, when you never wanted to be one? The whole reason we’re like this is because you chose not to be in her life.”

Minji rebutted, “I did want to be a parent.”

“When,” Yoongi cried out incredulously. “You were going to abort, but couldn’t because you were too far along. I had to force you to leave your bed, wash your hair. My mom fed you, clothed you, made sure you drank water because you were essentially comatose. I’m still surprised you only had mild anemia from the lack of care you had for yourself.” He took a quick sip of his coffee to pace himself. Minji was starting to get agitated, but he could care less at this point. “It took me weeks to convince you to allow me sole custody of my daughter. For fucks sake, you drafted up the paperwork to terminate your rights, you had already signed them when it was sent to my lawyer for me to sign. I did everything possible to make sure you didn’t struggle, Minj.”

The distinct sound of plastic syrup bottles clinking and a responding ‘Ah fuck,’ cut Yoongi’s rant short. He called out to Jimin asking if he was okay, Jimin quickly responded with a firm ‘I’m good’. Minji slightly scoffed towards him, “Are you blaming me for all of this? I tried to be responsible, okay. You wouldn’t have understood how I felt if I told you.”

Yoongi could feel his eyes twitch in frustration. “Then tell me, I might’ve not fully understood, but at least I would’ve been there to support you.” He cradled his face in his hands, breathing slowly to put himself back together. “What do you want Minji? You didn’t want to be a mom, I understood, I supported you, and now you’re coming back demanding my daughter, my baby. Have you thought about how this is going to affect her? She doesn’t know you. Do you expect her to just accept you?”

Minji’s face was indiscernible, she looked to the side, as if organizing her thoughts. She turned back towards Yoongi, “Seeing as I am her mother, as long as she knows that she’ll be fine. Plus if I need help, mom can help me.”

He couldn’t believe it, “She’s not a puppy Minj, she needs to get to know you. Even I, being her father, have my moments with her. And what do you mean mom will help you? Are you talking about my mom? Have you been in contact with her?”

Minji readjusted herself, she was starting to become visibly uncomfortable. “I have. It’ll be a learning curve, but she’s willing to aid me in what I need.”

Yoongi had to calm himself down, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Are you trying to take my daughter away from me Minji? Is that it?” It was suddenly difficult to breathe, Yoongi was trying to catch his already quickening breath. He couldn’t focus on himself, all he could think about was Hani. “Min, Jimin,” he blurted out. Jimin ran from behind the counter, sliding, quite literally, in front of Yoongi.

Jimin pulled him to the side, away from Minji’s view. He guided Yoongi through his breathing exercises. “Yoon, you don’t have to do this. We can leave,” he whispered. Yoongi knew he was cracking at the seams. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head, “No, Min I have to talk to her. I can’t.. I can’t let her take my baby Min, she’s all I have.” Jimin reluctantly allowed Yoongi to continue.

Yoongi took in a big breath, barely collecting himself to avoid crying in anger. As he sat back in his spot he could see a flicker of the Minji he knew. She was tucked into herself and unsure. She looked at him with those big eyes that once used to hold stars, and now he couldn’t make out what they held. “Are you okay,” she whispered. Those three words were what broke the dam. Yoongi let out the tears that he’d been holding back ever since he woke up to Minji’s texts. He cried and cried, and wondered when he’d ever stop. He kept thinking why wasn’t he enough.

Jimin walked over, handing him a tissue box and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He whispered a small, ‘You can do this Yoon.’ It might’ve not been much, but it was the boost Yoongi needed. He collected himself once again, making sure to wipe any remnant of his small breakdown.

“Minj, please for once, be straightforward with me. What do you want? What are you looking for? Whatever it is, my daughter isn’t your bandaid to fix it. She’s a living, breathing human being, with feelings. Just because she’s a toddler, doesn’t mean she’s not complex. She’s observant and blunt, and will out right refuse to acknowledge you if she feels off about someone, “ he says desperately. “If you’ve been in contact with my mom, why didn’t you contact me? If you wanted to be a part of her life, I wouldn’t have stopped you if you tried Minji. But nothing you’re doing now is showing me that you’ve changed. You’re still that scared young girl that I could never reach. For fuck sakes you still refuse to answer me and communicate, and you can’t be that way when kids are involved. So please, show me you’re responsible. Be direct with me.”

She looked at him with a pained look, sniffling repeatedly to keep herself calm. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Minji responded quietly.

Yoongi groaned loudly, “God, Minji, please don’t do this. Talk to me. I’m trying to meet you halfway, make the same effort to meet me, please.”

Minji wouldn’t speak, she started hiccupping under her breath. The last thing Yoongi wanted was for her to start crying. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I don’t know what to say.”

Yoongi rose from his seat, extremely frustrated. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It was too much for him. Nothing made sense. Could Minji and his mother be working together to take Haneul from him? Have they been in contact for a long time? Who reached out first? Worst of all, how could his mother do this? He wondered if his dad knew, and why he hadn’t reached out to inform him if he did? Why was this happening? He just wanted to live his life with his daughter, and his friends peacefully. How was Hani going to feel having a stranger pushed onto her? Would they try to take his daughter away from him? He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be home with his daughter.

He picked up his coffee, lifting his hand signaling Jimin that they were leaving. “We’re not getting anywhere, so I’m leaving. I’m not going to talk in circles.” He took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease the weight on his chest.

Minji slightly scrambles out of her seat. She looked at him like she wanted to speak out, her face crumbling, she looked guilty almost. She grabbed her purse and drink, following Jimin and Yoongi towards the exit. She doesn’t leave immediately, watching as Jimin double checks that all the entrances were locked. She approaches Yoongi slightly, they look at each neither sure if they should say their goodbyes. For a moment Minji seemed to have worked up the courage to speak, but she quickly squashed it and sped off to what he assumed was her rental. Yoongi watches as she speeds away, a little reckless at that. He keeps watching until the car is no longer visible, and the weight on his shoulders is partially lifted.

Yoongi cried the entire way home. He asked Jimin to check if Hani was asleep or at least with ___, he didn’t want to scare her with how disheveled he was. ___ offered to keep the kids in her apartment for him to cool down. While he appreciated it, all he wanted was to hold his daughter.

He thanked his friends for looking after Haneul while he dealt with his current trainwreck. Hani snuggled into his hair, trying to find comfort in his smell. ___ had given Hani her nighttime bath, so it was one less thing Yoongi had to do tonight. He got out of the clothes he saw Minji, cleaned himself up, and got ready for bed. He made Hani a warm cup of milk, and prepped the right side of his bed for her to sleep in. He sprayed down her favorite lavender sleep spray, and turned on the soft star night light she loved. He read her a story, and played with her hair until she fell asleep. Yoongi cradled his daughter in his arms, and he thought back to the early days of her being a newborn.

In the midst of his insomnia, Yoongi remembered how terrified he was to be parenting alone, and would overthink every decision. He remembered how little he slept, and how often the doula would urge him to sleep, even if it was a small power nap. But between all that, the time he remembers most fondly is one of Hani’s worst colicky nights. The formula had been causing his newborn baby to build up gas, while his pediatrician changed the formula to something for sensitive stomachs, she was still colicky. He’d tried everything possible, but it just wouldn’t work. Until, one afternoon while giving Hani a little stretch recommended by the doula, she’d let out the gas that had been making her upset. Her little sigh of relief was music to Yoongi’s ears, and he almost cried texting Eunha the news. It was one of the first nights Yoongi was able to sleep more than 3 hours with Hani. He remembered thinking that all those sleepless nights had been worth it to comfort his daughter, and how he would’ve done it again.

Currently he looked down at Haneul, and saw how much she was growing up. She was no longer his baby, but a toddler. She no longer needed to cling to him, but chose to do so. She had opinions and had no qualms of letting them be known. She was bright, bubbly, and so creative. His daughter was his heart, and he had no idea why they wanted to take her away.

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

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

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

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

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

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

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

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

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

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

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

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

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

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

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

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

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

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

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

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

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

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

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

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

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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

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

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

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

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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

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

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

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

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

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

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

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

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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we-be-writing-bts-stuff · 1 year

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How to Mend a Broken Spirit Pt. 5

Series Description: Sometimes it takes more than time to heal wounds.

Part Description: Thunderstorms make you scared.

Pairing: Eventually OT7 BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst. Poly and hybrid au. This part is pure fluff and some angst if you squint. No mention of abuse in this part. Mentions of adoption/fostering and how mc acted in the first few installments.

Word Count: 1582

A/N: I finally wrote once again. I hope you like this part. It sets up some things for future installments. As always feel free to send in asks. ~ Bagel

You yelp once again as you cower further into your closet. The thunder claps outside scaring you and causing you to curl up into yourself. Hands moving up to cover up the ears on the side of your head as the fuzzy ones on top pressed close to your skull. A small whimper leaves you as your tears start to roll down your face. Eyes screwed tightly shut as you try to block out the loud noises and rumbling.

You jump when you feel a hand touch your shoulder. Your head snapping over to the now opened closet door. You see a silhouette of one of the males in the doorway. A flash of lightning reveals the gray canine ears of the eldest and his features in front of you. The thunder a few seconds later makes you launch yourself into him. Your arms wrap around him and your face hides in his neck.

He stumbles back at the sudden weight from you now in his arms but holds you to him. Gently rubbing your back and trying to soothe you with soft whispers and words. Each new thunderclap causes you to get more and more worked up. The wolf easily feels the way your body tenses up and how you shake in his grasp.

Due to the fear and anxiety running through you, you don’t notice when Jin begins to carry you away from the room. Taking you down to the rest of the more nocturnal hybrids. The eldest had pulled the others into the living room to help distract them from the storm outside.

Jungkook and Taehyung were both cuddled up together with a movie going to try and muffle the booms outside. A makeshift nest made from every blanket and pillow they could get their hands on filled the space around them. The older of the two jumping at each new rumble and hiding further into the ferret and the blanket that’s making a hood over their heads. Jin sits down next to them with you in his lap. Jungkook looks up when he sees the wolf rejoining them and hands the two of you one of the fluffy blankets that were surrounding the group.

You feel the warmth and softness of the blanket brush against your arms as Jin focuses on covering you up further. The familiar fabric cutting through the adrenaline to make you relax ever so slightly. The booms of thunder slowly fading as the storm moves farther away and dissolves into just rain. Your body finally relaxes as the credits of the next movie rolls.

You become nearly boneless and lean fully into Jin as your body finally exits fight or flight mode. Your mind is fighting off the sleep that your body is so desperately trying to cling to after the storm.

Taehyung is the first to see that you finally fell asleep when Jin’s head rolls to rest on his shoulder. Nudging the youngest to grab his attention and gesturing towards you with his head. A fond smile finding its way onto his lips.

Jin was holding you close to his chest like he was protecting you from the world and anything that could hurt you. You in turn were curled into a small ball in the wolf’s lap. Seemingly trying to hide from the world. In an effort to make everyone more comfortable, Jungkook and Taehyung work to carefully lay you and Jin down with them curling around.

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That’s how Hobi finds you in the morning. The human waking early like he normally did on days that he was teaching classes. A coffee in his hand as he looks on at the scene. The rain hitting against the glass wall that leads out to the backyard.

Somehow in the course of the night, you had turned around in Jin's arms. His arms locked around your waist and face hidden in your hair. Taehyung clinging tightly to your back as Jungkook splayed out next to you three with a pillow held to his chest. Soft snores leaving the ferret.

Hoseok places his mug down on the nearby coffee table and moves forward towards the mass of blankets and bodies. Stepping around the blankets and pillows strewn about to get to someone to wake up first. The human goes between each hybrid to gently wake them up.

Jin is the easiest to wake from the group. The wolf only gives a mild grunt of discontent before he’s trying to pull away from you. You on the other hand whine loudly at the warmth of the eldest leaving you. A large pout on your face and your eyes barely opening. You’re distracted by the red panda on your back groaning softly and pulling you closer. Your still half asleep mind turning towards him and tucking yourself under his chin. His leg being thrown across your middle to keep you even closer.

It's only when the rest of the house finally wakes up that you and Taehyung do. Even with the soft complaints coming from the red panda, you finally decide to get up. Your body aching from sleeping on the floor but you’re happy to see the others. Your tail flicks behind you as you move towards Jimin as he sits at the kitchen island. You rest your head on his shoulder as your arms snake around his middle. Your fellow fennec fox chattering happily at the affection as he rests his arms on top of yours.

You try to follow the conversations that were between everyone but ultimately give up. Choosing to watch Yoongi and Jin as they cook for the group. Hoseok helps with different tasks that the others ask him to do while Namjoon sits next to Jimin and now you. Taehyung soon follows you in joining the crew in the kitchen with Jungkook only joining when Yoongi leaves to go and wake him up.

You hum happily as breakfast begins and everyone sits at the table. Soft giggles leave you as you carefully watch the controlled chaos of the younger hybrids messing around with the older members of the family during the meal.

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The two humans sit back while the hybrids take over cleaning up. You and Jungkook wash the dishes. The ferret splashing you with water and playing around. Your face lit up with a smile and soft laughs as you play with him.

Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look at the scene in front of them. This was just a dream when you had first arrived. The silent hybrid that couldn’t read and did everything to take up as little space as possible was a distant memory now. Your personality finally showing through in everyday things and you were finally asking them for things. Just yesterday, you had asked Yoongi for some art supplies. Apparently, you were watching the others painting and drawing and wanted some basic supplies of your own to try out different mediums. The older one promising to take you out the next day to grab a sketch pad and a few other things for you.

“I’m afraid this might be another fail. The longer that y/n stays here, the more I want them to stay.” Hoseok whispers softly. Trying not to let the other household members hear him yet. Wanting to discuss this with his partner first before bringing it up with the pack. This was a decision up to everyone and not just them.

“Is that such a bad thing? We have the space and the money to support them if they want to stay too. I doubt they want to leave Jimin and it’s hard to adopt out two bonded hybrids.” Yoongi says. “It’s clear that both Jimin and y/n are getting close to the pack too. I’m surprised the younger ones haven’t brought up adopting them yet.”

Hoseok nods as he sips on the coffee in his hand. “Yeah. I found Jin, y/n, and Taehyung cuddling in the living room this morning. Jungkook was there too, but he was in dead sleep off to the side. Not really close to the other three.” He tells the other. Watching as Jimin steps in to ‘save’ you from Jungkook’s onslaught of splashing. A fond smile tugging on the dance instructor’s lips.

“We need to sit back and wait. It’s still early in the foster and who knows what will happen from now until they’re rehabilitated, but it’s been a while since a foster clicked so well with the group.” Yoongi says.

“Jungkook did but it’s been nearly a year since he was adopted. The fosters since then were nice and worked well, but never felt like they would be a good addition.” Hobi muses.

Yoongi nods and pats his partner’s shoulder. “I know love.” He says. Leaving the other human to walk over to you. Your ears swivel back towards him as you hear his footsteps approach.

“Come on kid. Let’s get you changed and go shopping for those things you asked for.” Yoongi says once your head turns towards him.

“Okay.” You say. Smiling up at the human before giving the two hybrids a hug before you scamper away. A soft blush covering Jungkook’s cheeks at the affection. Still not used to you showing it so freely.

“You should change too. Before you catch a cold.” The graphic designer tells the youngest before he’s moving to the sink to wash out his mug and get ready for the shopping trip.

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mrworldwideshoulders · 2 years

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Bang Bang || reader x myg

Pairing: reader x MYG (except not really); briefly feat. JK and Hobi Word count: 4.8k Rating: rated M / R Genre: angst, breakup/cheating au Summary: He loved you - he would have done anything for you - but you took advantage of that and used him for your own benefit. He wonders if you ever cared for him at all, or if it was all just a game. Inspired by Grenade - Bruno Mars. Warnings: very angsty, strong language, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating/infidelity, implications of abuse/neglect, yoongi has mommy issues :/ A/N: gaaaaaah why did this one take me so long to write T_T hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! as always beta’d and bannered by the lovely @onmypillow-onmytable. thx! ly - robyn P.S. As always I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars, lol, they simply inspire me.

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this is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a whimper

The bottle in front of him is nearly empty. There's a dull throbbing behind his eyes, but he doesn't notice it, not really. He's too numb to notice, too numb to care. He thought he wanted you gone, thought having you out of his life would solve everything, but now, in the quiet darkness of his solitude, he's left alone with only his thoughts, his guilt, his regret – and it feels like it’s only made things worse. Everything he's done, all coming back to haunt him, and he wishes there were something to distract him from the last words you said to him banging aimlessly around his head, slamming into the sides of his brain with enough force to make him grit his teeth.

Thief. Liar. Coward.

Over the years he’d been conditioned to take the insults, from everyone at school who called him trash, the teachers who told him every day how stupid he was, his mother, who always told him he would never amount to much of anything, just like his father. He stopped listening to them after a while, allowing it all to bounce off the shell he’d built around himself. He’d learned then, that he was alone. Nobody was on his side. Crying did nothing. And people’s words couldn’t hurt him if he didn’t care what they thought.

But yours could. Because, for once, he cared what someone thought of him. And worst of all: there was nothing inaccurate about them. He knew, deep down, that he was a fraud and a coward. He knew, but had always tried to bury those feelings.

Where had it all gone wrong?

Maybe it had started, as it does for many, when he was a child. A deadbeat father who had left not long after he had been born, a neglectful mother who couldn't be bothered to do anything more than throw a few won at him for cup ramen every so often. Certainly he could place the blame on them. But no, that would be too easy, to say that his misfortunes had all begun with his parents, or lack thereof. It had begun with him, as an act of survival. A means to an end. He'd worked his way up from pickpocketing to cat burglary, stealing small – but expensive – things from rich people who didn't really need them: jewelry, antiques, small works of art that were easily smuggled out under the cover of darkness. He was good at getting past security systems, good at not getting caught, good at justifying his actions to himself. He was finally good at something for once in his life, something that made people - albeit the wrong kind of people - take notice of him.

As a rule, he doesn't trust easily. Never has. Other than himself, there have been only a few in his life that he’s trusted completely without it coming back to bite him in the ass. He’s never trusted anyone the way he trusted you, not even his best friend. Only you. You, who came into his life as suddenly as a summer rainstorm, as stealthily as a thief in the night. You, who broke down every wall he’d ever built for himself, saw the parts of him he never let anyone see, not even the few friends he had. He’d allowed you into his heart, his home, his bed – allowed you to invade every aspect of his life. For the first time in his life, he could honestly say that he loved someone. He loved you. After going it alone for so long, he was only too happy to finally allow someone inside, someone for whom he would have done anything – and thought she would do the same. Why couldn’t he see he was wrong? And worst of all, why had he believed it when you told him you loved him? Was he so desperate to love and be loved that he’d stopped thinking clearly? Had he lost his mind?

He slams the last of the whiskey and flings the bottle across the room. It shatters into pieces as it hits the wall. “Fuck,” Yoongi mutters, dragging himself to his feet, stumbling over the corner of the settee in the dark, on the hunt for something, anything that will put it out of his head. He can’t remember how much he’s had to drink, but none of it seems to help. None of it gets rid of the pain or makes it hurt even a little less. None of it blurs the memory of your face when you told him you never loved him. That requires something much stronger, something he can't get his hands on tonight.

“You thought I loved you?” you scoffed. “Of course you did. Pathetic. I could never love someone as pathetic as you. How could anyone? Not even your parents could."

You were right, he supposed. How could he, at 29, still be so pathetic, so naïve, to believe he deserved to be loved by anyone, let alone you? Especially after the life he'd lived so far. He had done awful things, things that couldn't be forgiven: stolen, lied, cheated. That was all he was: just a lonely, pathetic little boy, the way he’d always been, forever destined to wind up abandoned and alone. Why had he even tried to fight it when he knew it might end this way?

How quickly it had all changed. How quickly you had changed, when he’d confronted you. It had only been this afternoon that he’d found you out, a matter of hours, though now it felt like it had been several years since Jungkook had entered his office. Jungkook was his second in command at Black Swan Consulting, the private investigations and security firm he'd established on his own a few years ago. Founded on dirty money, some might say, the money he'd made off contract robberies and fencing stolen goods, and a knowledge of private security protocols only a thief would have, but no one had caught on yet, and they never would. Any traces of its humble origins were gone now, replaced by a sleek, modern office space, and an impressive list of clientele running the gamut from gangsters to some of the city’s most notable chaebols. He’d poured his blood, sweat, and tears into this business, and become a success in his own right, far richer than his past self ever could have imagined. He finally had something he could be proud of, had finally proved everyone who had tried to tell him he was nothing, wrong.

"It's y/n,” Jungkook said, handing him a thick folder. “I don't trust her, Yoongi. You need to cut her loose before it’s too late, or you could lose everything.”

He debated how to respond, whether he should throw Jungkook out of his office, whether he should even entertain the idea of his accusations. Jungkook doesn’t like you. He never has, right from the beginning, and the feeling is mutual. Yoongi has already been lambasted by you on several occasions for placing his trust in someone so young, so naïve, inexperienced, and supposedly over-emotional. None of that has ever mattered to him. What Jungkook lacks in experience he makes up for in other areas: his willingness to learn, for one, and more importantly, his loyalty. So what if he’s young? He’s sharp. But you’ve never been able to move past his faults the way Yoongi has.

“He’s been out to get me from the start, Yoongs,” you’d say if you were here. “He’s jealous of us. What we have. Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

On the other hand, Yoongi had always wondered if maybe there was something to his colleague’s mistrust of you. This line of work is full of frauds and liars, shady characters and con artists, but Jungkook is not one of them, and for someone in this business he’s surprisingly trusting of most people, which was how he’d gotten himself into that mess with his last job, trusting that the low-level gangster he was working for would actually let him go once he’d paid off his dead father’s gambling debt. For someone like him to not trust you is a big red flag. One he should have taken notice of already, but was willing to set aside because he loved you. Jungkook still thinks he owes him for getting him out of his situation with the gangster and hiring him at Black Swan. He’s unwaveringly loyal. That alone is enough to indicate that he’s telling the truth. Jungkook doesn’t owe him anything, but Yoongi owes it to him to at least hear him out. He flips open the folder.

Even years of being in this business doesn’t prepare him for what’s in the file. The bank transfers from his account every month, gradually increasing to thousands, over the past year that he’s never noticed, routed to your own personal accounts. Text conversations between you and other men from a burner phone, telephoto photographs of you wrapped around them in the dark, head tossed back in pleasure. The same way you do with him when you’re alone together. Multiple different men, never appearing more than once or twice, though one in particular features prominently in your dealings, the photos dating all the way back to when he’d first met you. Credit card records for hotel stays, purchases at luxury shops. You’ve been spending his money on your sidepieces. Not only that…you’d been taking for yourself too.

Yoongi stood up and stormed out of his office, taking the folder with him. “Hyung?” Jungkook followed after him quickly. “I know you’re upset, but don’t you think you should take some time to process before you go talk to her?”

“Fuck no,” he snapped, jamming his finger repeatedly into the elevator call button. “I’m not letting her get away with this a second longer than she already has. She’s going to get what she deserves if it’s the last thing I do.” The elevator doors finally opened after what seemed like forever.

Jungkook put out an arm to stop him from getting in. “Yoongi…what are you going to do?”

“Why does it matter to you? Get out of my way.” The younger man didn’t budge. Yoongi looked at the arm in front of him and then up to the face attached to it, narrowing his eyes. “Move, Jungkook. That’s an order.”

“I can’t. Not until you promise me you won’t do anything reckless.”

Yoongi let out a bitter chuckle. “I thought you didn’t like y/n. Now you’re concerned about what I might do to her?”

“I don’t really care what happens to her,” said Jungkook. “As far as I’m concerned she can rot in hell. But just remember, no matter how it goes down, she’s not worth screwing up your life. Be careful.”

“Okay,” Yoongi said finally. “I won’t do anything reckless. Now move.” He pushed past Jungkook into the waiting elevator car, and fires off a text to you as the elevator descends.

My place. Now. We need to talk.

He waited for you, standing at the floor to ceiling windows in the dining room, considering what he would say to you. What was there to say? Do you have anything to say for yourself? How could you? I thought you loved me. Was I ever the only one? Wasn’t I enough?

There was a beeping at the door as you punched in the code, followed by the sound of the door opening. “Babe? I’m here. What’s so important that you had to talk to me right now?”

“In here,” he called back. Your footsteps got closer, then stopped somewhere behind him. “So which one was it this time?” He didn’t turn around.

“Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.

“I don’t need to tell you,” he snapped. “You know damn well what it means. Don’t play dumb with me.”

“Are you accusing me of cheating on you?” You closed the gap between you and wrapped yourself around his arm. “Yoongs, I would never. I love you. Don’t you believe me?”

The nickname, the one he only seemed to tolerate from you, made him feel sick to his stomach. “No.” He yanked his arm from your grasp. “I don’t.” He turned, finally meeting your gaze: wide-eyed, confused, hurt – and for a second he thought maybe you were telling him the truth right now, that you did love him, that you’d never do anything to hurt him, despite the fact that he’d seen concrete evidence to the contrary. “Y/n, do I look stupid to you? Do I strike you as a complete fucking idiot?”

“Yoongi, I don’t like this. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You still haven’t figured it out?” He dropped the folder on the table in front of you. "See for yourself."

Your expression hardened as you paged through the contents of the folder, taking in the photos of you with men that aren't him. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, it’s not? And what exactly does it look like?”

“Fine!” you huffed. “So it’s exactly what it looks like. What do you want from me?”

“Damn it, I want the truth!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table. “The actual truth, not one of those glib half-truths you’re clearly so good at. Months, y/n. Before we were ever even together. Why did you even bother with me? You say you love me, but this is a pretty shit way of showing it.”

"I don't suppose I could convince you I did it for you." Your voice turned small. Pinched. Icy, like drops of freezing rain. "For us."

"For me?” he seethed. "In what possible world could any of this have been for me? No.” He shook his head. "No fucking way. You did it for you. Not one single bit of this was for me.”

"But it was for you," you protested. "The whole time, it was for you. Those men, they didn’t mean anything to me, but they knew about you. What you’ve done. I had to. I was trying to protect you for once."

"Bullshit," he snapped. "I know how long this has been going on. It has nothing to do with me. And I can protect myself. I don't need you, or anyone else to protect me."

"Oh, there you go again.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Big bad Min Yoongi, doesn't need anyone else to take care of him. God, you are just impossible. So pathetically desperate for the tiniest inkling of affection, yet so determined to push anyone and everyone away from you."

“That’s not true!” he bellowed. “I let you inside! I gave you everything! Everything! I gave you my heart, my soul, and this is what I get in return? This is what you do to me? You turn around and stab me in the back?”

“Oh, don’t act like you give a shit now,” you snapped. “You’re never around, anyway. If you’d paid more attention to me maybe it wouldn’t have taken you so long to figure it out. The only reason I stayed with you this long is because of the money. You didn’t think I actually loved you, did you? Pathetic. I don’t know what you expected. It’s not humanly possible for anyone to love you, let alone me. Even your parents hated you.”

He froze. “You bitch,” he snarled. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t—”

“Because I know.” Your voice was dangerously calm and quiet. “About everything. Don’t forget, you’re not the only one who knows what you’ve done anymore. You told me, remember? How you got your start. How you made your money.” You came closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. Yoongi slapped it away. “You do anything to me, and I’ll make sure all of Korea knows your past. That legitimate business you built from the ground up? All of those billionaire clients? Gone. Do you really think anyone will want to entrust the security of their home and valuables to a former criminal? So think long and hard about how you want to handle this.”

He knew how he wanted to handle this. He wanted you gone. Permanently. But if he does anything like that to you, he knows it makes him no better than the man he used to be in the past, the man he swore he’d never be again. “Get out,” he said, devoid of emotion. “Go find someone else to play your games with, because I’m done. I won’t come looking for you, as long as you leave me alone. But if you come near me again, I won’t be so kind.” I might kill you if I see you again, he thought. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable of it. He knew that much, at least.

“A wise choice.” You stretched up to whisper in his ear, lips brushing against the edge. "Don’t forget, Yoongi. There’s someone out there who knows what you’ve done. You’re a thief, a liar, and a coward, and no one will ever be able to love you, because you’re not capable of loving or being loved. You’ll die alone without me.”

He shoved you away from him, roughly but not as rough as he would have liked. “Get away from me. And get out of my sight before I say fuck it and call the police anyway.” Yoongi turned away and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'll leave you alone if you do the same. You have my word."

"How do I know you're serious?” You crossed your arms. "How do I know you're not immediately going to send someone after me as soon as I leave?"

"Because, unlike some people, my word actually means something." He looked pointedly at you. "You have nothing to worry about. I might be a criminal but I always keep my promises."

A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment. "Fine," you snapped. "I hope the rest of your life is just as miserable as it’s always been. You don't deserve any more than that." You turned to leave.

"Wait," he said brusquely. You face each other again. "Before you go, answer something for me.

"And what's that?" you asked irritably.

"Did you ever have any intention of being exclusive with me? Of ending things with everyone else you were seeing?"

Your face softened briefly, then hardened again. "No," you said without hesitating. "I didn't."

Yoongi couldn’t help but ask his next question. "Why did you say yes, then?" he asks. "When I asked if you wanted to take things to the next level. Why did you say yes if you had no intention of being exclusive?"

"I don't know, okay?" you said. "I just don't know."

He inhaled sharply and turned back to the window. “I never should have wasted my time on you,” he said finally. “Go to hell.”

You left without saying anything more. The clicking of your heels on the tile floor fades, followed by the sound of the door banging shut hard enough to rattle the frames on the wall.

Yoongi let out a breath. "Good riddance," his brain tried to tell him. "I'll be better off without her. She cheated. She lied to me. She stole from me. She doesn’t care. She's a terrible person. A selfish bitch."

His heart, on the other hand, had something else to say. "You're letting her go? Just like that? You idiot. You say she's awful – but aren't you just as bad as she is?"

Aren't you a terrible person too?

Yoongi is out to drink himself into a stupor. The idea of not waking up from it doesn’t scare him so much as the idea of waking up in the morning and having to face himself in the mirror, where he’ll have to admit to himself in the light of day that he was a fool, that he’d been played the whole time, that it was never more than a game to you. And worst of all: he’d done it to himself. He’d convinced himself that everyone who tried to warn him about you was wrong and you couldn’t possibly be as bad as all that. He’d done his own background on you. He knew you. You weren’t hiding anything he didn’t already know about – or so he had thought. He, who had always thought he was so smart, so clever, one step ahead of the rest, had allowed himself to be taken by you and all of your charms. He was not immune to anything, just like everyone else. Love, contrary to what every poetic mind had to say about it, hadn't made him stronger. It had made him soft. Weak. Stupid. That was what happened when you allowed people to get close to you: it presented the universe with more opportunities to hurt you. It was the reason he had so few close personal associates. People would always either end up betraying you or the universe would find some other way to ruin their lives.

He'd spent most of the afternoon scrubbing his apartment of every trace of you, sending bag after bag down the garbage chute. Things you'd left behind, things you'd given him, things he'd planned to give to you. The pieces of a relationship, broken, scattered, on their way to the incinerator. Where they belonged. He'd hesitated only once, over a strip of pictures from a photo booth at a carnival you'd dragged him to, back on your second or third date. Yoongi had been reluctant. He hated taking pictures, didn’t like to smile, didn’t know what to do with himself, but you'd twisted his arm just enough, pulling him in alongside you. He’d become less spontaneous as he’d gotten older, preferring to err more on the side of cautious planning, and he could tell you were disappointed with his awkward posing in the first few pictures. Something about that look of hidden disappointment on your face made him want to do better. So he decided, by the last shot, he would break one of his cardinal rules and kiss you.

Back then he thought it might become some treasured keepsake of your relationship, something to look back fondly upon years later after you’d been married and grown old and gray together. A picture of your first kiss, captured on film, after a series of awkward misfires. Looking at it now, it wasn’t a very good picture. Your eyes were open in surprise, and he seemed to recall he’d missed your lips slightly and landed, off-center, on one side of your mouth. Your expression in the photo made him irritated. Why were you so surprised? And why were your eyes open?

He eventually tore the photo strip into pieces and threw it into one of the trash bags with everything else. “Fucking bullshit,” he muttered. “All of it.” Yoongi wondered if you’d throw away yours, or if you’d even kept it in the first place. He wouldn’t put it past you to have tossed it in the trash that very night after he’d dropped you back at your apartment afterwards.

His place was empty once again, empty of you, your things, everything that reminded him of you, but you were still there. It was strange how integral your presence had become to his apartment. He couldn't shake the feeling that you were still roaming his halls, couldn't drown out the sound of you still whispering in his ears.

You didn't think I loved you, did I? I only stayed with you for the money. You deserve to be miserable. You'll die alone without me.

Your voice became mixed in with his mother's, gradually, until they were indistinguishable from the other.

Useless piece of trash. I wish you had never been born. You're nothing. No one will ever love you. Stop crying. Pathetic. Get out of my sight. I can't stand to look at you.

He sat in the darkened living room, staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide open. Voices continue to swirl around his head: yours, his mother's, even Jungkook's, his own, telling him that he was just as awful as you were, that he deserved it for being stupid enough to reveal his darkest secrets to you, until he couldn't take it anymore. That was when he'd started drinking, only hours ago now. Wine, soju, whiskey, whatever he could find, the only remnants empty bottles and broken glass scattered around. Anything to drown out the voices constantly chattering in his head. He'd lost track of just how much he'd had. He didn't care if he drank himself to death, didn't care if he drowned himself along with his sorrows. At least then he wouldn't have to hear you in his ear, because no matter how much he seemed to drink, your voice stayed just as loud as it always had been, even while the others had gradually dissipated and gone mute.

"You never cared," you sneered in his head. "Don't try to act like you do now.”

"That's not true!” he bellowed aloud, pressing his hands to his ears to drown you out. "It's not! I cared. I always cared! I loved you! I loved you, damn it!"

"No you don't. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You say I’m selfish, but you’re selfish too," you said. "You've always been selfish, Min Yoongi."

He bit back a retort, frustrated tears stinging his eyes. He was talking to himself, yelling at a ghost. Even in his drunken state he knew none of it was real, that you were gone and he was alone. Just as he’d always been. Just as he'd always wanted. He was better off that way. Right?

Time moves quickly and then slowly, feeling like hours, hours of your voice vibrating in his head. Yoongi reaches for his phone, fumbling in the dark. He needs to hear someone else’s voice, someone who isn’t you, someone who will keep him from losing his mind arguing with no one. Who can he call? Not Jungkook. Jungkook has no idea the kind of man his boss was before he paid off his debt and offered him legitimate employment. Of course he would tell Yoongi he wasn’t as horrible as all that. He didn’t know any better. There was always his best friend, Jung Hoseok, the one person from his school days that he still spoke to, though it had been weeks since their last conversation, when he’d promised Hoseok he’d finally introduce you to him. How pathetic was it, that the only people he hadn't managed to push out of his life were a singular colleague and his childhood best friend that he never talked to more than a few times a month. A colleague. He didn’t even consider Jungkook a friend. The phone seems to ring forever before there’s an answer.

“Yoongi?” Hoseok sounds surprised. “You never call me. What’s up?”

Yoongi stays silent, attempting to gather his thoughts. Why is he calling, really? In the background he hears a baby crying and then another voice, asking who’s calling so late. Hoseok’s wife. Right. He remembers the wedding vaguely, remembers donning a suit and giving a toast to the happy couple. How could he have forgotten? Hoseok has his own family now, and more important things to worry about than his old friend, who can’t seem to manage to hang onto anything or do anything right. He wouldn’t understand, anyway. Not anymore. Back when they were kids, maybe, when he used to be the only person who didn't think Yoongi was trash and noticed when he wasn’t in school, when Hoseok’s mother always packed him a spare lunch because she was worried that her son’s best friend wasn’t getting enough to eat, but not now. His friend’s life was normal, happy, mundane even, in a way that he could only ever dream of. Just as it always had been. He envies him. How easily good things have always come to him. How fortunate he's been in this life: blessed with kind parents, a good upbringing, a happy marriage with a good woman. Someone who would never treat him the way you had.

“Yoongi?” Hoseok repeats. “Are you there?”

“Never mind,” Yoongi mutters. “Doesn’t matter.” He hangs up. You were right. He was weak. A coward. He couldn’t even tell the one person he trusted most in the world what was on his mind. Something about the silence that hangs in the air afterwards leaves him feeling even lonelier than before. Everyone, excluding him, was moving on with their lives, proceeding as normal, leaving him behind, leaving him to wonder if you were really right, and he was a terrible person, selfish and unworthy of anyone’s love, or just an exactor of terrible judgement. The world still turned, no matter what happened. He’d made his bed, all on his own, and he’d have to lie there until the world stopped turning.

He drifts off to sleep, facedown, without ever coming to a definitive conclusion.

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“Don’t hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me.” Yoongi emphasises his requests as he speeds up his pace. His lips bathing your shoulder in kisses as he makes his way up to the sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver under his touch.

His name leaves your lips in a sinful prayer for the man in between your thighs. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, all you’re able to do is feel him filling you to the brim with all of him as tears wet your eyes, obscuring your vision.

“You’re fucking perfect,” you hear Yoongi muttering into your chest as you move yourself up and down, impaling yourself on his cock, “treating me well, ni—ah, fuck baby!”

Yoongi’s head is thrown back against the plush grey headrest of the couch, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he grunts in pleasure. One of his hands rest on your hips, the warmth of his palm and the coldness of his rings decorating his lithe fingers causes shivers to run over your body.

He is incredible. Insatiable even. Yoongi knows your body better than you know it yourself. He knows just how to fuck you right, every single time.

With your body shaking and eyes screwed shut tight in arousal, you miss Yoongi reaching out beside him. A click, accompanied by a quick bright flash takes you by surprise, causing your eyes to flutter open.

Halting your movements, you peer down at Yoongi who is staring straight into your eyes — blackened, blown out and filled with lust. You clench your pussy around his cock and smile at the polaroid in his hands.

“Want to remember this moment.”

“Well let me help you,” you tell him as you grab at his hand and place it on your tits, guiding him to palm you. Yoongi is more than happy to indulge you and plays with your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at the bud, watching it harden under his touch. You lace your fingers with his and then watch as he snaps a new image of him groping you.

One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his long strands of raven hair and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves. You lean down and kiss Yoongi with a surge of urgency. It’s wet and messy as your tongues tangle and lips smack against each other. His dual tongue bars give the kiss an added edge as he usages it to his advantage to lick against your lower lip before pulling at the skin in between his teeth. From below, you feel Yoongi lift his hips causing the tip of his cock to press deeper inside of you. A strangled moan slips past your kiss bitten lips at the welcomed pleasure.

Yoongi is thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you loose in ways no man ever has done before. Sex with Yoongi is always exciting and with added kinks to explore with each other, he always leaves you wanting more every time.

“How’s my angel doing?” He whispers as he plays about with the settings on the camera before pointing the lens back in your direction.

“G-good, want to keep going—fuck!” You curse at the end as he moves his hips again and snaps another image of you as your face contorts in unadulterated pleasure.

“G’on, move for me princess, show me how cock drunk you get for me, yeah.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You slid your hands across his chest, tracing the lines of the dragon tattoo that spans across his well built upper body. Through lustful eyes, you watch as Yoongi bites his lip at your touch and you keen, knowing that you’re the one to bring Min Yoongi down to this state with you.

Lifting your hips, you glide your cunt from his base to the tip, managing to feel every vein that wraps around his pretty length.

“Fuck, wait stay there. Let me get a picture of this, holy shit…” Yoongi proclaims and takes the third picture on the polaroid. “Don’t move. Keep yourself hugging my tip, fuck you gotta see how wet you got my cock princess.”

You do as you’re told and you keep your body positioned above him, cockhead nuzzled snuggly in your small hole as you await the polaroid to print the film.

Minutes pass and it doesn’t take long for your legs to start trembling from your muscles being stagnant in this position for a little longer than you’re used to.

“Yoongi, I wanna fuck!” Your protest comes out whiny as you fight the urge to drop yourself down to begin fucking him again.

The sound of the polaroid printing is heard between the both of you and you watch as Yoongi reaches for the film, shaking it in the air for a few seconds before looking at it.

He groans, and you feel arousal build up and leak onto Yoongi’s cock. The sounds that Yoongi creates, every moan, every rumble of his chest pushes you to keep still.

Next thing, Yoongi is twisting the picture around for you to see with your own eyes and what a sight it was. His length looks swollen with use, hard and stunningly decorated in those pretty veins you enjoy giving attention when he allows you. His length glistens under the flash of the camera from the juices he has spilled from your pussy and now it’s your turn to moan.

“Can you see too? The way I barely fit inside you…” he trails off. “Look at you struggling to take my fat cock in your tight cunt, I’ve never seen anything so fucking stunning. This is art.”

Warmth spreads around your body at his words as you look at the image as he speaks to you with so much filth. You flutter around him, utterly brain dead from Yoongi’s cock.

You’re not given enough time to think before Yoongi rocks his hips up, stroking your walls beautifully as he pulls you down to bury himself back in the hilt of his home which is your pussy. Tears gather in your eyes, giving them a sparkle that Yoongi loves to coax from you as he throws the camera back to the side in order for him to guide you up and down his throbbing dick.

The burn in your thighs is present and makes itself apparent as you continue to work your muscles into overdrive as you ride Yoongi like your life depended on it. Yoongi wraps both his hands around your back, palms resting against your clammy skin as he whispers filthy praises and prays of you into your skin, absolutely lost in the lust that is you and your tiny cunt.

You scratch at his chest, digging your nails through the dragon tattoo, breaking the skin and knowing that there will be a trail of red desire marked into his skin for the evening.

“You’re so big!” You hiccup, feeling Yoongi increase the speed of his hips into you, his ego swelling at your words.

“Ah, your pussy is leaking all over me, making such a mess of me angel.” Yoongi punctuates his words with a firm buck into your cunt, Yoongi highlights the loud squelching sounds of your ministrations.

One of his hands finds your wrist and brings it up to his mouth where he places kiss after kiss on each knuckle. He guides your hand further down until it finds the column of his throat and you rest there.

“G’on princess, choke me a little,” Yoongi grunts through gritted teeth and so you do as you’re told, applying a light amount of pressure around Yoongi’s throat. You watch as Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in pleasure, his tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his lips. The glint of his tongue ring makes you whine. Your body manages to fight through the overstimulation of his cock fucking into you over and over again as you take over as much as Yoongi is allowing you.

Now, you’re using each other and it’s never felt so fucking pleasurable. You eye the polaroids that Yoongi had taken early scattered around the sofa around his body and you smirk as the tears are rolling down your cheeks in small rivulets. You are both drowning each other in sex so intense, the pleasure borders on almost painful.

With each drop off your hips, you feel him deep in your stomach. Your body burns in overexertion but you don’t stop until you’ve both reached your ends.

“I’m taking you so well, Yoongi, can you feel me!?” You swivel your hips as you ask.

“Nobody got a pussy like yours… best pussy I’ve ever fucked, princess, swear.” Yoongi rasps through your hold on his throat. At his words, you squeeze your fingers just a little tighter around his throat.

“You gonna come, angel?”

You nod at him. “I’m so close, please. Please, I need to!” You beg him to let you finally reach your climax, your hips working faster.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good.” you could hear that his voice is straining as his hips become sloppier in their movements. Your spare hand reaches for the headrest of the sofa behind him.

“Fuck, yes, keep going, keep going, I’m gonna fill you to the fucking brim, gonna watch you bloat with my cum,” Yoongi is loud, not afraid who around you both hears his promise to you.

The living room fills with moans and skin slapping against skin as the pair of you use each other to reach your climaxes. Finally, yoongi leans forward and takes a nipple in between his teeth and runs both his tongue bars over the hardened bud back and forth. Yoongi bites down hard and in return, your pussy vices him in and your hands release from his neck. All at once, Yoongi’s breath hitches as the air returns to his burning lungs and comes inside of you, filling you with his hot sticky white seed as he paints your body with filthy praises.

Soon after, you meet your orgasm shortly behind his own. Your body stills as you tremble above him as your body releases your arousal all over Yoongi, making a mess of him and probably the couch underneath.

He is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you as your body twitches through your orgasm. Yoongi can’t help but give tiny shallow thrusts to help aid you through it.

You both bask in the glow of intense sex as you both collapse onto each other. Yoongi is the first to move as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off of his softening cock. The feeling of him moving through your sensitive cunt causes you to hiss but you pout when he has fully removed himself.

After catching his breath, Yoongi guides you to lie down on the sofa as he reaches once more for the polaroid.

“Yoongi, what’re you—,” you’re cut off with the familiar click of the camera and bright flash momentarily brightening up the living room before bathing it back in it’s natural darkness.

“I can’t fuck you that well and not get the money shot, can I?” You hear the smirk in his voice. You feel a hand wrap around your ankle and then your legs are being pried apart slowly. “C’mon, let me see how messy you are for me, yeah?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh as you indulge Yoongi in his request, giving him the opportunity to get the device up close and personal to your cunt before snapping a new image.

“Yeah, these are definitely going into the wank bank for later.”

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