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#suga fanfiction
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the road not taken 02 | myg
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Summary: You could count two times when you thought you got over Yoongi and then realized you were wrong (or maybe three times?)
part two: get up and fall again
< part one
—pairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress oc
—rating: +18
—genre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)
—warnings/tags: slow burn,angst, fluff, eventual smut, angst, sexual tension? lmao, use of drugs (just weed), flashbacks, ANGST!! Btw english is not my first language !!
—words: 11k
—a/note: I took the longest time to write this but I'm back!! I'm so happy to finally post this !! fun fact: while I was writing this I listened to let the light in by lana del rey on loop!! and ofc, last night by the strokes !! hope you like it, as always, you're welcomed to discuss this part in my asks. 🥰
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Four years ago. 
Three weeks before New Year's Eve. 
Ever since you could remember you understood one thing that was going to define the first years of your life: you weren’t your brother. It wasn’t difficult to understand, but it was difficult to remember. 
There was a four year gap between Simon and you, and an abyss between who he was and who you were that people didn’t seem to understand. Even if you had no interest in it, just the idea of competing with the image of your brother was completely pointless; he was the first son of a first daughter, the first grandson, the perfect portrait of your mother’s face, while you were the last granddaughter, the one who came at the wrong time, the one whose eyes could only resemble the sad ghost of your father. 
You spent your preteen years witnessing how your aunts and your grandmother expected you to be the same, as if you were supposed to be as charming or as funny as him, despite the clear evidence that you were a completely different person. Maybe it was the dark clothes, or the black eyeliner you wore everyday, maybe your lack of social skills and the bad attitude in the mornings or just the desperate attempt to be different, while he was the cool sibling, you were seen as the weird one. 
Maybe growing up with that label taped to your forehead would have made you resent him, you didn’t remember when or how, but you managed to separate him from all that bullshit. You loved Simon not just because you were attached to the hip since you were born, but because he was one of the few people who never expected anything from you but to be yourself. He always encouraged you to wear whatever clothes you wanted and listen to whatever screaming rock band you liked at the moment even if he didn’t understand any of it.  And after all it wasn’t his fault that he was tall and handsome and good at basketball, it wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t and didn’t want to be a female version of him. You decided to embrace the difference. You weren’t your brother, and because of that you had to fight your way to find your own self. 
When you found The Alley, or as Yoongi called it, the theater near the park with the weird fountains, you felt it clicked for you. It wasn’t just your theater classes, it was a place filled with people just like you, people who understood you. You didn’t have to explain your jokes there, you didn’t have to think twice before speaking, the image of your brother wasn’t hovering over you when people saw you, it was nice.
For the first time you were part of a community, you spent more time in The Alley than in your home, you knew all the bands who came to practice at the place, you knew the lady who cooked pizza for all the movie nights, you were friends with the guy who sold the tickets and the girl who worked at the bar. You spent all your summers volunteering with your friends, making popcorn, accommodating the seats, writing the plays you were going to perform when October came, it was part of you. 
But when you had to leave for college you knew you had to leave everything behind. It’s been a long time since you outright refused to feel something remotely close to nostalgia. You refused to live evoking memories, to think that a fleeting good moment could make up for all the bad ones. It’s been a long time since you outright refused to live in the past, but tonight seemed to be an exception. 
When your feet turned the corner of the park and your eyes found the Christmas Lights decorating the old theater on the other side of the street, you were hit by a wave of something you knew you shouldn’t feel, something close to relief. A feeling you always seemed to run away from. 
“Should we buy popcorn?” Yoongi’s soft voice made you come out of your trance. You looked at him, waiting for the traffic light to turn red so you could cross the street. 
“We need to get in line to secure our seats first.” You explained to him, feeling a rush of nervousness washing down your body. When you had your last day at The Alley you said goodbye to everyone and never made plans to come back, this was unexpected.
“But what if popcorn runs out?” He asked, as if that could be a possible scenario. “The line isn’t even that long.”
He pointed to the short line at the entrance, which was formed by just five people. 
“Popcorn is not going to run out.” You rolled your eyes. “And even if the line is not long, we still need to get the best sets, they are not numbered.” 
Yoongi stood in his place, understanding your logic, but at the same time wondering how did you know that the seats weren’t numbered in the first place. 
He frowned “How did you know?” He asked. You turned to him, looking a bit confused, but then, a green light lit up his face, the traffic light allowing you to cross the street. You grabbed his hand, dragging him with you. 
“Hurry up!” You exclaimed, quickly crossing the street to reach the end of the line.
Yoongi ran after you, but didn’t demand the answer of his question when you reached the end of the line. It was like both of you agreed not to disrupt one of those rare good moments when you didn’t have a frown on your face, it was so hard to grasp it that he decided to do whatever you said, he even let you make fun of him when you realized he was wearing a dress white shirt under his coat, just for the sake of keeping a smile on your face. 
You touched the collar of his shirt, tugging from it just to annoy him. 
“Ouch!” He complained, but didn’t do anything to pull away from you. 
“My mom is probably thrilled that I’m hanging out with you.” You mentioned, fixing the collar and smoothing the fabric with your fingers like you weren’t the one who messed it up. “I bet she thinks that if I spend enough time with you, you’ll turn me into a lawyer like you.” 
Yoongi scoffed, believing that impossible “I’m not a lawyer yet.” He said, and you knew that, but he wasn’t far from it. “But even if I was, I couldn’t turn you into one.” 
“Of course not, we can’t both be lawyers.” You murmured, leaning on the wall behind you. “Besides, I couldn't be a lawyer… I’ve never learned to lie.” You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, waiting for his reaction, but he just rolled his eyes, sighing. 
“You’re mean…” He hissed. 
But Yoongi seemed to be fine with it, he took all your mean jokes about lawyers like a bullet, accepting his destiny, accepting how different both of you were. 
In times like these, it hurt a bit to notice how kind he was, from the tip of his red nose to the palms of his rough hands, kindness was all he had to offer. The contrast of how hard you struggled to be nice to how easy it was for him was palpable, Yoongi smiled to the skinny teenage boy who checked your tickets and the girl who gave away flyers advertising the next movie night the following weekend and never forgot to say thank you, while you had to constantly remind yourself not to curse every person who crossed your way, at least not out loud. 
Once you were inside the place you forced yourself to shake those thoughts off your head, determined to drag Yoongi across the principal hall in order to get your seats without looking back. 
There were multiple kinds of chairs at the theater, it was one of the things that made it so special. The Alley was never built to be a theater, it was a big old house bought by a group of friends years and years ago. They tore up a few walls and built it to be a place to watch movies, paint, do theater, play music or write poetry. On movie nights they put together different chairs and a projector and it suddenly turned into a cinema. 
You were sure Yoongi didn’t know any of this, it was the first time he put foot in this place, but you, who had plenty of experience, knew where the best seats were. 
The best seats were located in the middle of the room, it was a couple of recycled red cinema chairs. You remembered that Sid, one of the owners of the place, told you that he got them at an auction and that they were vintage, but to you they just looked old and dusty at the time. Of course over time you realized that they were the best place to be, they were located just in the perfect place and they were the most comfortable, but they were only two sets of four chairs, so if you didn’t hurry up you would have ended up at the back of the room sitting on some bleachers. 
Yoongi didn’t understand why you were in a rush to get there, but you were right, you got the best seats. 
“Now, stay here.” You told him “I’m coming back with popcorn.” 
You thought it was only right that if he bought the tickets, you were supposed to buy popcorn and drinks. But then again, you weren’t supposed to think of this as a date at all. 
You rushed to the entry of the room, turning on the corner near the bar and saw the stand of popcorn. As you stood in the line, you realized you didn’t notice how cold it was outside until you felt how warm the place was inside. You guessed that the hurry to get to the seats didn’t give room to think about it at all. 
Almost four years went by and it was like time didn’t pass at all inside these walls. Things in your hometown never changed, and sometimes you liked it that way, but most of the time it was the main reason why you wanted to run away from it. Your mom always said you were a creature of metamorphosis, always changing, and you accepted the title for a while, but now you were wondering if your need to morph just meant that you could never be truly happy with any of the paths that you chose for yourself. 
In no time you bought the popcorn and came back to your seat, a little displeased with the thought, but glad that you didn’t find anyone who could recognize you. You were safe for now, perhaps you could watch the movie and come back home going unnoticed. 
But of course things never worked in the way you wanted. 
“Sorry, excuse me.” You murmured, managing to carry two cups filled with coke and a bucket of popcorn, you watched your step carefully, trying not to step on other people. You raised your gaze, focusing on reaching the empty seat next to Yoongi, who was looking at his phone. 
You took a seat next to him, handing him the drink. He murmured a small ‘thank you’, but didn’t look at you. “What are you doing?” You asked him, burying a finger on the side of his torso, making him jump in surprise.
“I’m trying to prove you wrong, look…” He replied, showing the screen of his phone to you. You narrowed your eyes, trying to focus your gaze on whatever he was showing to you, a website filled with reviews of Home Alone 2. “It has good reviews.”
You snatched the phone off his hands, observing the preview photo and the poster of, what it seemed to be, Yoongi’s favorite movie. You scrolled for a couple seconds, checking if what he said was true. “Three stars' average reviews is not good.” You informed him, but now he looked offended. 
“Three stars is good for a Christmas movie, what are you talking about?” He insisted. 
“What are you talking about? The first one has five stars’ average reviews, if you settle for bad Christmas movies, that’s on you.” You teased him, giving him his phone back. 
He shook his head, scoffing “I can’t believe you think Home Alone 2 is a bad Christmas movie, it has that scene with the pigeon lady!” He kept insisting. 
“Which scene?” You asked, but by doing that, you gave yourself away. 
“What do you mean which scene?” He asked, confused. You opened your mouth, wanting to defend yourself, but then he gasped. “God, Pinky. You have never watched Home Alone 2, haven’t you? 
Your mouth hung open, starting to laugh “I-... I just-”
“No, I can’t believe it.” He laughed, shaking his head in disapproval “You never watched it.”
“I’ve watched the beginning, okay?” You tried to explain. “And I think it was enough for me to decide if it was a good movie or not.”
“Bullshit.” Yoongi said, now a bit offended that you talked shit about a movie that you didn’t even finish.“You can’t decide that if you didn’t even watch the scene with the pigeon lady.”
You laughed even harder, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
He opened his eyes widely. “Of course you don’t, you didn’t watch the movie!” He exclaimed “You just have to stop pretending to be a film critic to enjoy some movies, you know that?”
You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, the fact that I’m here means that I’m willing to try.”
The fact that you were here meant you were irremediably in love with him, a voice in your head reminded you of that, and maybe it was the same thing. 
“For me?” He teased you, making you close your eyes for a split second. That didn’t help at all. 
You sank into your seat, “For you, I guess.”
And that could've been the beginning of the end of the night. You and Yoongi watching the movie and coming back home before it was too late and laying in bed remembering every word he said, like they meant something else, before falling asleep.
But nothing could ever be that simple. 
“You!” A high pitched voice interrupted the silence. You raised your gaze, startled. Your eyes found a redhead girl turned around in the seat in front of you, pointing her finger at you with a big smile decorating her bright red lips.  “I knew I recognized that voice from somewhere!”
You felt your stomach drop.
Minnie. 
“Oh, God, Minnie.” You breathed out. “You scared me!”
Perhaps on the way here you prayed so hard not to see somebody you knew tonight  that whoever that was up there in the sky heard you, but instead of helping you, decided to laugh at you in your face, because sitting directly in front of you was Minnie, one of your closest partners during your theater days. 
And the only person who you ever told about Yoongi. 
“Do I look that old?” She giggled, cupping her face in her palms “It’s only been a few years, but I feel like I haven’t seen you in decades!”
 “Yes…I mean, no!” You pressed your lips together, crossing looks with Yoongi, who looked at you with curious eyes. “I just didn't expect to see you here.”
“Me?” Minnie scrunched her nose, laughing “I didn’t expect to see you, what are you doing here?”
“Me?” You nervously laughed. “I was in town and I- we came to see the movie…” You managed to explain, trying to act as normal as possible, but you were sure that your shaking eyes, jumping from Yoongi’s face to Minnie’s, were giving you away. “This is Yoongi, by the way. And this is Minnie, a friend.” You introduced both of them. 
If any of them realized how nervous you were, they didn’t say a thing. 
Minnie, as expressive as she was, opened her eyes wide open, surprised. 
“Oh, Yoongi, Yoongi?” She asked, emphasizing every vowel of his name.
“Is there another Yoongi?” Yoongi laughed, turning his head to see you. 
You wanted to vomit. 
“Mmm, not that I know of!” She smiled, offering her hand for him to shake. “Nice to finally meet you, Yoongi-Yoongi.” Yoongi took her hand, shaking it three times right in front of your petrified face. “I heard a lot of things about you back in the day.”
Minnie winked at you in a very exaggerated manner, instantly making you freeze in your place. Now you were a hundred percent sure that you were about to vomit, but maybe that would be an amazing scenario for you, you would have to run away to the closest bathroom and wouldn’t have to be in the presence of this interaction.
“Oh, really?” Yoongi smiled, displaying his gummy smile. “What things?”
“You know, all kinds of things.” She raised her eyebrows, clearly amused with the look on your face, that begged her to please shut up. 
“Me and Minnie- we used to come here a lot when we were in high school.” You intervened in the conversation, trying to change the subject as soon as you could without thinking much. 
“That’s right, we were pretty close!” She reminisced “We were always paired up together.”
“Paired up in what?” Yoongi asked, naturally. 
“Theater.” She explained without giving you much time to think about saying something else. “Didn’t you know that your girl had her beginnings here, at The Alley?”
You gulped, and Yoongi, for the first time during the night, seemed to read you just right. He tilted his head, surprised “Well, no. She didn’t say anything.”
“Really?” She frowned, not understanding why, but Yoongi immediately got it. 
“It was a long time ago…” You trailed off, trying hard not to make it seem like a big deal, like it was just a hobby you had when you were a teenager, but Yoongi knew you. He could see it in your eyes, the same look you had when Simon caught you using his legos, when you had to tell your mom you got suspended for getting in a fight in high school, the same look you had when you were caught. It was clear to him that you didn’t want him to see that part of you, whatever it was.
“I mean, she’s always been pretty mysterious, hasn’t she?” Minnie said “It takes a while to figure her out, you’ll get there.”
“I think I’m close enough, aren’t I?” His answer was smooth, almost annoying you. He playfully squeezed your knee and you wished he hadn't done it, because your old friend was now looking at you with stars in her eyes full of excitement. It had been almost four years since you had a proper talk with Minnie, but despite the fact that little to nothing happened between you and the man next to you, you were sure she was convinced you were on a date right now. 
And perhaps it was not just his hand on your knee, maybe it was the fond look on his eyes too, seeking complicity in his jokes, but you were not going to go down that route tonight. You scoffed. “Not one bit.” You said, out of bitterness, because Yoongi knew you as well as your brother, perhaps his only flaws were being dumb and blind, but that came with being a man anyway. 
For your own good, the lights of the room flickered twice, meaning that the movie was about to start soon. “That means I should leave you alone, right?” Minnie sighed,  “But it’s really nice to see you here after so long, sweetheart.” 
You nodded, offering her a soft smile, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. It was in Minnie’s nature to always offer love and kindness to everyone, but it was hard to hold her gaze when she called you by that name, knowing that you didn’t deserve it. 
 “It’s nice to see you, too.” Was all you could say, despite it being a lie. 
In another universe you would’ve loved to see your old friend and feel something bigger than nostalgia, but you couldn’t, you felt obligated to reject the feeling. You couldn’t live in the fantasy of what could have been. 
She was about to turn around, but before she could do it, she raised one of her fingers, like she just remembered something. “By the way… Are you still doing theater?” She inquired.
You shrugged, shaking your head “Ummm… Not really…”
She pouted, disappointed. “That’s a shame, because… I don’t know, it’s crazy that I’m seeing you tonight. I know of someone who’s looking for someone just like you, if you were interested.” Her words lingered in the air, but the lights flickered again.  “But I’m guessing I should keep that for after the movie… And Yoongi!” She exclaimed, pointing at him “I’m glad that you finally stopped dating dumb girls, my friend right there was very popular around here. You’re very lucky.”
You almost gasped, immediately turning your head to Yoongi, who just scoffed amused. Before you could even breathe, your friend turned around exactly when the lights went off, starting the movie right away.
You held your breath for what felt to be an eternity, but in the darkness you saw a smirk tugging from Yoongi’s lips, being followed by an outburst of laughter. The sound of his quiet laugh made you freeze in your place, was he laughing at you?
You opened your mouth, trying to find an explanation for your friend’s comment, but he shook his head as if he was stopping you, clearly entertained by the shocking look on your face. “Oh, save it for later.” He whispered, brushing it off. 
You pressed your lips together, sinking in your seat as you observed him focusing on the movie, and you were supposed to do the same, but you couldn’t think of anything else. The only thing you could hope for was that he couldn’t see how red your face was, because you sure as hell could feel it. 
God, you wanted to die, but whoever put you through this whole thing knew that death could only be seen as kindness. 
How come that after years of quitting theater you were still being this dramatic? You didn’t know, but tonight death felt like a greater destiny than the embarrassment you felt. 
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In situations like these, you remembered two specific times during the past seven years when you thought you got over Yoongi, but then you realized you failed miserably.
You evoked the memory of those two situations for a special reason, to teach you a lesson: you must not continue to engage with the man sitting next to you. There were three reasons for you to learn from this lesson, because otherwise:
It would hurt your mind. 
It would hurt your heart.
It would hurt your soul.
These seemed three perfectly logical reasons to learn the lesson, but you were never the best student. 
The first memory that always came to mind was the first time Yoongi and Simon came back home for Christmas after going to college. It had been six months since you decided to convince yourself that the last two years you spent being in love with him were just a fever, but when Yoongi walked in the room and you saw that he got a new haircut and pierced his ears, you thought that the plan “get over my brother’s best friend” would not work at all, at least not now. Maybe you could try the following year.
(Spoiler: the following year did not work either.)
The second time was last summer, a few months ago, when both of them came back for summer break and Yoongi invited you to some pool party. You were supposed to go with Simon, but at the last minute he ended up getting sick and told you two to go alone. There was a time when you believed that Simon worked as some kind of barrier between you and Yoongi, hanging out with them meant that now you were a group of three, it reminded you that the only reason you kept seeing Yoongi was because he was Simon’s best friend, nothing else. And when you and Yoongi were alone, well… It was different.
That night none of you were planning to get into the pool, it was a strange house full of strange people and it almost felt like you were crashing the party. You were wearing a black summer dress and Yoongi was wearing jeans, you only went for free alcohol and to check if someone had any weed, you thought you were safe. Of course every little effort you made trying not to think that way about him anymore was ruined when decided to take off his shirt, grab you by your hips and jump in the pool, dragging you with him. 
Needless to say, you were furious.  The only thought that crossed your mind was that neither of you had a change of clothes, but he didn’t care. When you got your head out of the water, you saw him laughing. 
You gasped “Fuck you!” You punched his arm, not caring that everyone around you was observing you, laughing because he did something cute.
He kept laughing “I’m sorry, you looked hot!” He defended himself, grabbing your arms to pull you closer under the water. 
“What!?” You shouted, fighting against his hold but wondering if you heard that right. 
“You looked like you needed a dip!” He clarified, shouting back. His lips stretched widely, showing you a white smile. You wished you could punch that cheeky expression off his face, but you were too busy trying not to sink into the water as he firmly gripped your waist, crashing your body against his bare chest. 
“You idiot, I can’t swim!” You whined, gripping his shoulders so you wouldn’t drown. 
He snickered, hugging you closer. “It’s fine, Pinky, I wouldn’t let you die in front of all these people.”
The moment you realized you had not gotten over Yoongi was not then, it was not when he took off his shirt either, and it was not when you saw him running his fingers through his wet hair, nor when you saw the drops of water dripping down his wide back, no. Not even when he wrapped his strong arms around your body or when he gripped your hips and lifted you up to seat you on the edge of the pool. You realized that you were still in love with Yoongi when he sat next to you, and when he realized that you were not playing, that you were really angry, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed your forehead, whispering “I’m sorry.” 
The heart clenching memory of the look on his face, the sound of his voice and the touch of his lips against your skin were enough to screw you up, but not enough to make you learn the lesson.
Now, sitting next to him, you began to think that you were finally losing your mind when you tried to focus on the movie for the first ten minutes, and then for the next thirty minutes, and the next fifty, but when an hour passed you found out, or you just remembered, that it was useless to focus on something else when Yoongi was by your side. 
You often forgot how impossible it was for you to ignore Yoongi’s presence, even in the most packed and loudest rooms, but the confirmation that you finally drove yourself insane was when you noticed that you just couldn’t ignore his arm laying next to yours in the shared armrest, or your hands touching when you reached to grab popcorn, and you certainly couldn’t ignore his fingers when they reached to play with the fabric of the hem of your sleeve. 
You carefully looked down to the arm rest, observing his fingers tugging the tiny piece of ruffle fabric at the end of your sleeve. He wasn’t trying to get your attention or to annoy you, it was something almost unconscious, a small gesture, very easy to miss, but it was enough for you to stop breathing for a moment. Now, it was impossible to ignore the warmth of his fingers slightly grazing over your wrist. 
You sighed deeply, feeling the failure sinking in your bones once again. The line between what you were supposed to feel and what you were actually feeling was always blurry, but this time seemed to be completely erased, and once again, you were the one to blame for thinking that this time seeing Yoongi could be any different. 
You were screwed up again. 
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You could say you enjoyed the last part of the movie, at least the parts where you were zoning out enough to quiet your mind, but when the lights were turned on you remembered that your brain hated you.
Your eyes swept the place, observing the people around you clapping as the credits rolled down. 
“So?” His voice sneaked into the hustle and bustle of your head, making you turn to look at him, but your eyes focused on the almost empty bucket of popcorn on his lap. “Do you like it? I’ve never seen Home Alone on a big screen.”
You grabbed a handful of popcorn from the very bottom of the bucket. “I’ve seen it plenty of times on a big screen.” You said, stuffing your mouth with the food so you wouldn’t answer any of the questions you knew he was about to make, but the second those words left your mouth you realized you gave yourself away.
“Yeah, I imagine.” He scoffed, signaling with his head towards the empty seat where Minnie was sitting a few seconds ago. You were grateful that she disappeared the moment the movie ended so she wouldn’t hear this conversation. “I heard some of it just now.” You huffed, pretending to be tired of him and chewing long enough to prevent yourself from talking. “Is there anything else I should know? Apart from the fact that you have a secret twin who takes theater classes and has friends who are actually nice?”
The only thing that could come out of your mouth was something rude. “Oh, shut up.” You spat, looking at anything else except his face. 
Yoongi shifted on his seat with a shameless smirk decorating his face, getting closer to you. “Don’t! Don’t shut me up.” He laughed, casually grabbing your face between his fingers so you wouldn’t run away from his gaze. “I want to know all about that, like, were you really talking shit about me during high school?”
You frowned, remembering what Minnie said about Yoongi dating dumb girls. Of all the conclusions he could have drawn from that, was that the one he came up with?”
“I wasn’t… talking shit about you.” You wanted to explain “Have you considered that I was just really into gossiping?”
He snorted, “It’s the same thing.” 
“It’s not.” You denied. 
“So you were gossiping about me?” He asked “About the girls I dated?”
“C’mon, what about it?” You tried to dismiss as quickly as possible “I was like fourteen, and in my defense, you never had good taste in girls.” 
Yoongi narrowed his eyes, a bit offended “Why? You really think the girls I dated were dumb?” You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “That’s not very feminist of you.”
You rolled your eyes “Oh shut up, what do you know about feminism?” You said. “Those were just… facts.”
“Yeah, I’m sure of that.” He scoffed “What I’m not so sure about is that thing your friend said… That I’m really lucky to be with you.” 
“Ignore her.” You tried to cut him, looking away so he wouldn’t notice how embarrassed you were.
“No, why?” He smiled, poking fun at you. “She said you were really popular, but I don’t get it. I don’t know a man who could stand your behavior for more than two hours. Besides me, of course.”
You could be offended by that, but it was the truth. 
“Well, they couldn't,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “They just wanted me for my talent.”
“Let me doubt that.” He said “If you were so good, why did you never tell me?”
“Well, it was a secret” You confessed, there was no point in hiding now. “I didn’t want anyone to know, people would think it was dumb.” 
“And when did you care about what other people think?”
You sighed. All the time, you wanted to say, but you kept that for yourself. 
“I just... wanted it for myself, no one had to know.” You explained.
Yoongi waited a few seconds for you to say something else, but you weren’t willing to pour your heart to him just yet. Yes, when you found The Alley you discovered a part of yourself that was completely unique, but that didn’t mean you wanted to share it. It was for you only, and you were happy with that. 
“Well, Pinky.” He sighed, squeezing your knee like he always did. “Even if it was a secret… I’m telling you, you were pretty obvious.” 
“What do you mean?” You frowned, confused
 “I mean, you always liked High School Musical a little bit too much.” He explained as a mocking smirk tugged from the corners of his lips. “At first I thought it was just Zac Efron, but now it makes sense.”
You nudged his shoulder before the frown in your face disappeared into laughter. “High School Musical is the best movie ever, to be obsessed with it was just logical.” You tried to excuse yourself “That and, of course, Zac Efron.”
“I never thought you would have a thing for basketball players.” He muttered, trying to play nonchalant as his eyes wandered towards the corner of the room, circling back to your gaze. You realized he was expecting an answer for that. 
“Kind of.” You waved off, pretending to be laid back about it. “But only the ones who have this internal struggle about their father’s plans for their future and their unusual passion for musical comedy.”
He let out an amused snort. “Very specific, what a shame.”
You stared at him for a second, wondering what game he was trying to play now. 
You tried so hard to keep your face straight, to try to show him that you weren’t phased by any of his stupid jokes. You wanted to remind him that you weren’t like any of those girls who were charmed just by the sight of his eyes, you weren’t like those girls he stopped in the hallways just to make them giggle when you were in high school, you wanted to make clear that you were different — except that, of course, you weren’t. The moment he displayed that specific smirk, you committed the unforgivable crime of blushing. 
But he was quick to dismiss it, he always was. 
And you were obligated to forget about it. 
“So? Why did you leave it?” He inquired, “Were you that bad?” He ignored that the room was now almost empty. Maybe in another situation you would’ve taken advantage of that and told him it was time to go to avoid telling the truth, but why hide now? Maybe telling the truth wasn’t so bad. 
You smirked, rolling your eyes. “I was the best one in my group, you don’t even know.” 
“Yeah?” He moved closer to you with big eyes, showing you how curious he was.
“Of course, do you have any doubts?” 
“Well, yes, a few.” He teased “I’d have to see it for myself.”
“Sure, when they clear the stage I’ll do a demonstration just for you.” You joked, successfully making him laugh. 
“That would be an amazing way to avoid my question.” He pointed.
You felt your chest getting lighter, and if that hinted you that it meant something dangerous, you ignored it. 
“I wasn’t doing that.” You tried to defend yourself. 
“You do that all the time.” He reminded you, and he was right. You bit back a smile, darting him a look for exposing you. 
“Fine, then. I’ll be honest.” You surrendered, maybe Yoongi could convince you to jump off a cliff if he looked at you with those eyes. “I left it when I was finishing high school, I was about to leave for college and… I had to grow up, you know? I grew too attached to this place but I knew I couldn’t cling onto these things forever.”
“Can’t you?” He questioned “Didn’t you like to do it?”
“I mean, yes, but-”
“Then, why drop it?” He interrupted.
You breathed in, wishing that you could find the words to say it in a way that made sense, because you weren’t sure what was right or wrong anymore. 
“Maybe I was on an ego trip back then, I don’t know.” You admitted. “I thought I was genuinely good but I couldn’t do anything about it, like I was stuck here. I had to let it go, for me it’s all or nothing.”
Perhaps you weren’t talking only about theater now. Perhaps you were talking about everything, perhaps you were talking about him. And it was a bit harsh, but it was the truth, or what you decided to be the truth.  Yoongi took one hard look at you, as if he was expecting you to realize how dumb that sounded, but you already knew that, otherwise you wouldn’t be there right now, at home before Christmas because you dropped out of college. You didn’t even know if when you left for college that excuse made sense, you just knew that you were bitter and angry and if you couldn't follow your dreams, you didn’t want them at all. And if you couldn’t be with Yoongi, you couldn’t see him at all. 
You ripped the bandaid off, but three years later it exploded in your face.
“All or nothing?” He repeated, but you just nodded. “But did you try first? Because as far as I know you didn’t.”
You bitterly laughed,“Yeah, right” You got up from your seat, ready to leave “And who would’ve taken me seriously?”
He got up with you, blocking the way to stop you from getting out from the sea of chairs just yet. You raised your chin, finding his eyes. “I would have.” He casually mumbled, but his words echoed in your head, clenching your heart. 
You tried to search in your brain for something snarky to say, but you froze under his gaze. “And If I wouldn’t have…” He continued “If I were a complete prick who doesn’t care about you, you should’ve done it anyway. Even if your mom puts on a bad face.”
You wanted to stop him, to shut him up. But he was right, even if you didn’t need to hear that tonight. You loved your mom and you knew she didn’t expect anything from you but to be happy, she was just worried, you knew that, but you hated that she had to see you trip with your own decisions. 
“Have you ever tried to be wrong?” You asked him, pushing his chest with your palms. “Like, just once?” Walking past him, hearing his laugh behind you followed by his quick steps running after you. 
“Don’t be mad ‘cause I’m right.” He teased. 
“I’m not mad.” You said, walking towards the entrance, hearing music coming from the other room. “Just annoyed that you had to go to college and left me here making dumb decisions.” 
He smiled, happy that you decided to show a glimpse of love for him. “Do I need to remind you that you’re just twenty one and your life is not over?”
“Yes, maybe.” You said “Several times a day, please.”
You stood in the hall, attempting to put your coat back on, but he stopped you, stealing the piece of clothing away from you. “What are you doing?” He asked, smiling. “Don’t you know that we have to dance now?”
You widely opened your eyes, almost completely forgetting that. When you bought the tickets for movie nights, you were also invited to the afterparty that was held right after the movie ended, hence the loud music playing in the next room, the biggest one of the place. You didn’t think Yoongi would be interested in staying. 
“Do you want to dance?” You checked first. You didn’t know if you were interested in staying either. 
“C’mon, I have plenty of experience from frat parties.” He bragged, taking a few steps back towards the room where the music came from. 
You shook your head. “This isn’t like those parties you went to with Simon where they play Shape Of You every three songs” 
“Why would it be different?” He said, slightly offended. Yoongi kinda liked Shape Of You…  
You grabbed his hand, dragging him into the next room as you asked him something very important, “Yoongi, do you know who The Strokes are?”
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After entering the room, Yoongi disappeared for a few moments to leave your coats in the cloakroom of the place, leaving you alone to collect your thoughts once again. When you first entered the place to watch the movie you couldn’t wait to leave, and now you were in a dark room under the red lights, feeling excited at the idea of dancing like you were a teenager again. It was time for you to understand that your life was already a mess, nothing was going to change if you stayed at The Alley dancing just for tonight.
When Yoongi came back you were quick to drag him towards the center of the dancefloor, right when the first chords of Last Nite by the Strokes began to resonate in the room, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of happiness running down your body. Yoongi looked at you funny, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. He didn’t expect that you, of all people, would be excited to dance. 
It turned out that Yoongi didn’t live under a rock, he did know who The Strokes were, but barely. You knew that he always preferred hip hop and rap, but the lack of interest he had for other genres surprised you. “I don’t know the song!” He shouted over the music 
“What about it?” You said, grabbing his hands to pull him closer. “You must dance anyway, or they’ll kick you out!”
The look of terror in Yoongi’s eyes made you laugh, but you didn’t pity him, he was the one who wanted to dance in the first place, even when both of you knew that he wasn’t the kind of person who dance at parties, he wasn’t the kind of person who danced at all. 
“How!?” He asked, ignoring the mass of people jumping around him. 
“Just do what I do!” You exclaimed, shaking your head side to side to the rhythm, making the strands of your hair hit your face, and his face too. Yoongi laughed, knowing then that if he didn’t dance he would look like an absolute loser. He was still hesitant to follow you, but when you began to jump, he slowly began to jump too, trying hard to shake his head the same way you were doing as he felt his ribcage shake from his laughter. 
You nodded your head, happily tapping your feet against the ground to the loud rhythm of the drums “Oh, baby I feel so down, oh, it turn’ me off” You sang to him, but he shook his head, disappointed that he didn’t know the lyrics and couldn’t sing the words back to you, but you didn’t care, you were happy enough watching him trying to copy your moves. 
You grabbed his hands, perhaps taking advantage of the situation to tangle his fingers with you, opening your arms with your hands still connected to his, shortening the distance. “I’m not a good dancer either.” You said, maybe way too close to his face. 
Yoongi scrunched his nose, giving you a half twirl to make your back crush against his chest, trapping you between his arms. “Are you saying I’m not a good dancer?” You felt his lips brushing against your cheek, making you shiver. 
You closed your eyes shut, trying to breathe in. “Not all!” You yelled, spinning out of his arms. “But no one’s watching.”
He took the liberty to slide his hands down your torso, gripping your waist and pulling you close to his body. “You are watching.” He said, like he was reminding you. 
“Then, impress me.” 
You were thankful that the sound of the music drowned the sound of your heart, who was threatening to run away from your chest in the exact moment he smiled at you, accepting the challenge. 
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You couldn’t count the amount of times Yoongi made you spin in the room, like you were dancing a waltz, before you realized that neither of you were wearing clothes made for dancing, you were wearing a black long sleeve shirt and Yoongi was wearing that ridiculous white dress shirt that made him look like he came out of one of your dreams when he rolled up his sleeves.  As one song ended and another one started, he began to stop caring if he didn’t know the lyrics, it was fine as long as he followed you, but when your hands began to felt sweaty and you felt like you needed air, you decided it was time to leave, but not before you finished dancing Song 2 by Blur, because what other chance would you have to dance Song 2 by Blur with Yoongi? And what other chance would you have to watch him copy every move you made like you were an expert at dancing? And what other chance would you have to be alone with him without feeling like your heart was sinking? It was like the loud music didn’t allow you to feel anything else but joy, or maybe you were already high from all the people smoking weed around you, either way, you were happy. 
You didn’t want to began feeling overwhelmed, the most exciting thing that happened today, before Yoongi, was finding out that your mom’s boyfriend gave her a teddy bear that sang All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey when you pressed its paw, you could blame —or just thank him— for taking you out of your house. Your heart didn’t feel as heavy as it did at the beginning of the night, but you knew it was time to leave. 
As he waited at the door, you decided to look for your coats. There was a line of people waiting to leave theirs, when you were just trying to leave the place. You expected to get in line, wait a maximum of five minutes and then leave, but right at the end of the line you found, of course, Minnie, because it couldn’t be any other way. 
She was alone, holding two purses and a big puffer jacket that was probably not hers. As soon as you stood behind her, she turned around, clearly she wasn’t expecting to see you again. “Oh, hi again!” She greeted you with the same big white smile you saw earlier tonight. “I had to leave when the movie ended, but I wanted to talk to you, where’s your boyfriend?”
You sighed, not wanting to remember what she said to Yoongi. “He’s not my boyfriend, Minnie.” You said. “He’s just… Yoongi.”
“Just Yoongi, huh?” She raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips. “What are you doing on a date with Just Yoongi?”
“It’s not a date, he just invited me to watch the movie.” You tried to explain, but she wasn’t convinced. 
“Sounds like a date to me.” She giggled, completely ignoring what you said. “I remember when you were like fifteen and cried because he kissed some ugly girl at the New Year’s party, and now you’re on a date!” 
You shook your head, you didn't dare to acknowledge what she said. The memory of that night made you cringe, you remembered running to Minnie and telling everything about it while sobbing like somebody just died. She hugged you and told you that she was sure the girl was super ugly, which wasn’t the truth at all, but it was the version she decided to keep. 
“But it’s not a date.” You reminded her.
“If you say so…” She winked at you, taking a step forward to advance in the line. “But anyway! Weren’t you still in college?” 
Perhapsit was the rush of the dopamine in your body, or the fact that she spoke to you as if not a day had passed since the last time she saw you, but you told her the truth. 
“Well, I’m supposed to be in college.” You said, “But I dropped out recently.” 
“Oh, thank God.” She suddenly let out, almost by accident. You looked at her, amused that she dared to say that. “I mean, don’t get me wrong!” She rushed to say “It’s just, you know, it was about time for you to realize.” 
You smiled, feeling your chest getting warm. When you told people you dropped out of college, most of the time they looked worried, like you made a mistake, but Minnie looked relieved, and that made you feel like it wasn’t such a horrible decision. 
“I know, don’t remind me.” You huffed, looking at your feet. 
“I can't help but do it.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest, thinking “I always thought I was going to see you on a big screen someday, I was disappointed when you left for college.”
How cheesy, you wanted to say, but you couldn’t, not when she was the one who believed in you in ways you never did. 
“Well, I’m out of there now.” You just said. 
“So, if you’re not in college and you’re not doing theater, what are you doing?”
You scoffed, feeling like you just got scolded “Rotting in bed until Christmas, I guess.”
“Okay, I can respect that, but what about after the holidays?” She continued to ask. 
You shrugged, “I have to figure that out yet.”
“So… About what I was telling you before the movie started…”
“Yeah, I mean, about that…” You wanted to interrupt her, but she was quick to cut your sentence.
“Yeah, I know what you’re gonna say, you’re out the theater stuff too, I know.” She said, waving her hands in front of your face so you wouldn’t keep talking. “But I’ve got this friend in the city who’s a director, he is working on this project and is looking for a main character, I don’t know, for some reason it reminded me of you. And now you’re here, so it has to mean something, right?”
You furrowed your eyebrows “Why would it remind you of me?” You inquired. “We haven’t seen each other in years.”
“Crazy, isn’t it?” She laughed, “He pitched to me, it’s some gothic dramatic love story, he wanted to know if I knew of someone.”
Was this some kind of joke? You, realizing that you were never happy in college, coming back home, coming back to the theater where you used to dream to step on a stage someday, or Yoongi telling you all that stuff about not even trying to make your dreams come true, and now this? Something inside you moved, you didn’t know what, but you did know why you were home after all. You told Yoongi about this in your garage the other day, you dropped out of college for a reason, you weren’t built to have a nine to five job, but you also weren’t sure what is what you wanted.
You looked at Minnie like you were sorry to turn down her proposal “Minnie, I haven’t been on a play in years.” You told her, already anticipating the rejection of her offer.
“I know that, but I’ve always trusted your talent, otherwise I wouldn’t be talking about this.” She replied “Look, I’m not asking you to say yes right now, but if you want to know more you can give me your new number.” You kept quiet for a few seconds. Not knowing what to say, you began to nervously laugh, that sounded crazy to you. “C’mon, don’t laugh! If it's of any use, it's a very well paid job.”
Now you began to laugh for real. “What do you mean it's a very well paid job?” You asked, not believing her for one second. Most plays you used to be part of during your high school days never left a dime. 
“It is!” She insisted “You don’t know my friend, he has rich parents, he doesn't do things for the love of art. I mean, he likes theater, but he also likes money.”
Well, that could’ve made you change your mind right away a four years ago, but still, a few hours ago you came to this place counting the seconds to leave, now you were debating if you should accept a job offer. You shook your head, realizing that the line moved far enough, it was Minnie’s turn to leave her coat. 
She took a few seconds and then it was your turn. You quickly asked for Yoongi’s jacket and your coat and when you turned around, Minnie was still there, not willing to give up. 
“What do I have to do to convince you to at least give me your new number?” She pleaded, looking for something in her mini bag. You observed her pulling a lighter and a joint and putting it between her lips to light it up. 
“What are you willing to do?” You joked, or not. 
“What do you have in mind?” Well, she knew you. 
“I have an idea…” You insinuated, pointing at the joint. 
She let out a cloud of smoke out of her mouth, suddenly frowning. “Really?” She said, trying not to sound annoyed, you nodded your head several times, almost excited.  “You can’t be asking for the whole joint.”
“But I am.”
Minnie shook her head in denial. “I can let you smoke it once, I’m not giving it to you.” She offered instead, but you wanted to make it worth it. If you were going to even consider accepting the job, if you were going to even think about something like theater again, you wanted at least something in return. 
“I’m giving you half my number, then.” You said “Try to guess the other half.” 
She narrowed her eyes, hesitating. Your old friend knew that you weren’t joking at all, and for some reason she really wanted you to consider her offer. You knew you won when she rolled her eyes, giving in. “You never stopped being a little bitch, have you?” She hissed, reluctantly handed you the joint. You happily accepted, taking a long drag before it went out. Minnie sighed, sadly watching her perfectly rolled joint in the hands of someone else. “So? Your new number?”
A devilish smirk appeared in your face as you began to walk backwards, taking long steps towards the entrance as you enjoyed the confused expression on Minnie’s face. “I never changed my number.” You confessed. 
Minnie’s mouth hung open in disbelief, but she made sure that the last thing you saw from her that night was her middle finger up, directed towards you. 
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It’s been a long time since you outright refused to feel something remotely close to nostalgia, to live evoking memories, to think that a fleeting good moment could make up for all the bad ones, but it was impossible not to. Instead, you were condemned to live wondering what it would be like to come back home someday and not feel this way, to come to The Alley and not feel like you left a part of you there, to look at Yoongi and not feel like you were going to miss him all your life. 
And tonight wasn’t an exception, because when you came back to Yoongi and he offered what seemed to be the warmest smile in the coldest of winters, you knew it might haunt you forever. 
But maybe, just for tonight, you didn’t care. 
“Why are you making that face?” Yoongi asked, raising a brow as he grabbed his jacket from your hands. 
“What face?” You asked back, innocently keeping your hands behind your back.
He opened his mouth to explain what he meant, but then shut it again, staying silent for a minute as he inspected your face. “Did you just… smoke weed?” He laughed, probably already smelling it. 
A smile appeared on your face as you showed him your right hand. Yoongi observed the joint between your thumb and index finger, and wondering where you got that, he tried to take it from your hands. 
You took a step back, moving your arm away from him so he wouldn’t steal it. “What? Is this not legal?” You chuckled.
“Who gave you that?” He asked, grabbing your wrist, but you raised your arm higher. 
“Are you interrogating me?” You kept teasing him, fighting his hold. “I’m sorry Mr. Min, but I’m not a snitch.” 
Yoongi let go of your wrist, quickly giving up. “Are you not sharing?” He asked, a little disappointed. 
“I don’t know.” You pointed your finger at your chin, pretending to think about it “Are you allowed?” 
You walked past him, heading towards the entrance to exit the place. “You’re so annoying.” You heard him say, already knowing he was following you.
Both of you knew that the night was coming to an end, as soon as you stepped foot on the street you could smell the dew on the grass and hear how loud were your footsteps on the empty street. You looked at him through your lashes, observing him lighting up the joint between your lips as with a lighter he found in his pockets. You held the smoke inside your mouth for a few seconds before blowing it on his face, but he just laughed, stealing from your lips. 
You wondered what else you could do to make him stay a bit longer. 
He crossed the desolate street, grabbing your hand to drag you into the poorly illuminated park. It was really cold and you could see your cold breath in the air. Everyone else in the world seemed to agree that it was time to sleep, but you didn’t dare to complain as he decided to take the long way home. 
“How do you know when you’re high?” He curiously asked, eyes locking up with yours as he took another draw. 
It was easy for you to tell, you could get high with only one puff. “I have this thing, I test if my teeth are heavy.” You told him, expecting him to understand right away. 
He laughed, confused. “What do you mean?” 
“Look, if you clench your jaw you can tell that your teeth touch each other.” You explained. Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks, standing in front of you to test it himself. “I know that I’m high when my top teeth are feeling heavy.”
Yoongi snorted, keeping his mouth closed to test it himself. “I don’t know if mine are heavy.” He said “Are yours?”
You already knew you’re high, but you tested it regardless. Closing your mouth, you pressed your teeth together to know “Yes, they are.” You laughed, feeling dizzy. “How do you know?”
It wasn’t the first time you saw Yoongi high, you remembered that time, you were woken up at three in the morning when your brother dragged him into your house after their graduation party because he smoked too much, and Yoongi’s mom couldn’t find out that her son almost died because he didn't know how to use a bong. 
It was the first time that he made Simon look like the responsible friend. Yoongi was seeing shadows before leaving the party and when he arrived at your home was calmer, but still high. He was strangely afraid of going upstairs, so the three of you stayed in the living room watching very low quality episodes of Pinky and The Brain on YouTube. Simon let you stay under the condition of not telling your mom about Yoongi having a bad trip, so you did. The memory of Yoongi laughing at the screen and eating the cake your mom bought to celebrate was still very engraved in your mind.
This version was very different. Yoongi’s hooded eyes were crystallized and there was an awkward smile plastered on his face that wasn’t going away. You could tell he was high in the way he was walking, and especially in the way he was still holding your hand.
The silence lingered in the air for a second. He pressed his lips together, scanning your face. “I know I’m high when it’s hard for me to tell if I’m looking at one thing or the whole picture.” He tried to explain “Like, I can’t focus on more than one thing at once.”
Somehow, you understood. “What are you looking at right now?”
In that moment, Yoongi seemed to be asking himself that very same question in his head, but he already knew the answer. 
 “Your mouth.” He replied innocently.
Someone in the very back of your mind started to wave a big red flag, but on the surface, where an intoxicated version of yourself was laying under the moonlight, you could only laugh. 
“Isn’t it a bit distracting?” You asked him, pulling him forward so he would start walking towards the exit of the park. 
“Yes, very.” he guaranteed “But I don’t mind.”
Yoongi followed you out of the park, and in a team of two you remembered the way to your home. It was like both of your brains had turned off, the conversation didn’t have to mean anything, you didn’t have to wonder why he was there with you at all. 
The clock on your phone said that it was three in the morning, but in your mind time had stopped forever, or at least until next morning. When you turned the corner and reached the end of the street, you knew it was time to say goodbye. But what if you didn’t want to?
You struggled to find your keys, maybe because you were high or maybe because you just didn’t want to remember where the keys were. And when you had to open the door, you leaned against the door frame to say your last words. 
You looked at him with hooded eyes, his pink lips were slightly parted, like they were about to say something but they didn’t. In the haze of the moment you thought it looked just like an invitation to kiss him, but of course you wouldn’t. Of course you couldn’t. 
What you could do, instead, was prevent him from leaving, at least for a while. Was that allowed? You weren’t in your right mind to answer that question. 
You sighed, sleepy, touching the collar of his shirt. “I can’t let you go home like this.” You let out, faster than you could think. 
Yoongi scrunched his nose. “It’s fine, it’s just a few blocks away.” He waved off your concern, but his feet were dug deeply on the wood floor of your porch. 
“It’s not a few blocks away.” You argued “You live like ten blocks away, and you’re still high…”
“I can manage.” He smirked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear like it was nothing. 
“C’mon, you can stay.” You offered. “My bed is big enough for both of us.”
Your voice came as a whisper, but your words are clearly heard by Yoongi. He scoffed, causing you to start laughing “I didn’t mean that.” You blurted out. trying to correct yourself, but he was already laughing at you. 
“What did you mean?” He was curious. 
You lightly punched his shoulder. “I meant that… You can stay.” You repeated “Besides… There’s still Simon’s old clothes you can wear to sleep.” 
He raised his eyebrows, getting closer to your face, or not, you weren’t sure. 
“What would your mom say?” He mumbled, still in denial. 
“What?” You chuckled “I’ll tell her the truth. I’ll just say you were too drunk to come back home.”
“That’s not the truth.” He said, booping your nose, but you could barely feel the coldness of his touch. 
“Do I really have to tell her that we were high?” You wondered, booping his nose back. 
Yoongi smiled, knowing you were right. “I guess not.” He admitted. 
“So?” You dared to insist.
“I’ll stay…” He said, putting a finger up. “Under one condition…”
“You want me to tuck you in bed?” You said, laughing at your own joke like it was the funniest thing you had ever said. 
Yoongi snorted, covering your mouth with his hand so you wouldn’t keep making loud noises. “No, not that.” He shook his head. “You have to make me breakfast.”
You bit the palm of his hand, making him pull away with a groan. “Is that what your life is worth?” You teased “Breakfast?”
“I’m not gonna die walking ten blocks.”
“What if you enter a bad trip?” You joked “The streets are scary when it’s dark.”
“C’mon, don’t talk about bad trips.” He closed his eyes shut, like he was trying to picture flowers and kittens so he wouldn’t think of something bad. 
“God, Yoongi. Are you staying or not?” 
He sighed, opening his eyes to display his characteristic gummy smile. “Fine Pinky.” He gave in, “Show me how big your bed is.” 
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lovers and lowlifes (min yoongi)
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image credit: to owner. I don't own this.
Genre/rating: 15+, one shot, future au, fluff, thriller
A/N: a little rough, a little sweet, Yoongi is kinda scary but in the best way :)
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Yoongi knows what he is. He's got that "fuck you". He's got the kind of money most people will never see in their lifetimes, the kind of money that makes people think they're better than everyone else. It's a potent drug. He was addicted once. But now? Now, he only uses it when he has to.
He knocks on the door. The man who opens it looks shocked at first, before his expression turns to disgust.
"you know who I am."
Yoongi stalks into the apartment and the man just stares at him. He waits expectantly, narrowing his eyes. The other man gulps, nodding.
"So, you know what I can do."
"I was just.....fucking around....." He says. "Just fucking around". Yoongi let the words reverberate in his head. This imbecile really had the audacity to talk about you like that?
"Who in their right mind would ever fuck with her?"
"I know her."
This man says with the ugliest, slyest smile Yoongi had ever seen. He knew about your history. He knew that you'd liked this guy, enough to date him, enough to trust him with your heart and with your body. And he'd betrayed you.
He was threatening to spread lies and pictures he'd made using deepfake tech just to get some twisted form of revenge.
It took everything in Yoongi not to punch him in the face.
"You knew her. She's not the insecure, inexperienced, kind hearted person who blessed you by looking your way."
"So. Don't. Fuck. With. Her."
"Or what?" He asks. Yoongi moves forward until he's towering over the other man's frame.
"I'll ruin you."
Then a dot appears on his forehead. It's red and hovering. The man sees it in the reflection of a mirror and his eyes widen with fear. Yoongi smiles, pats him on the arm before turning around to leave.
"Be smart for once in your life, Mathison."
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"Hey, where did you go?"
Yoongi holds up a few sunflowers - your favorite. "Had to run some very important errands."
"That's very sweet, Yoongi." You say, kissing him near the corner of his mouth. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close.
"You smell good." He says, nonchalantly. You squeeze him tighter. "I finally got that Valentino cologne."
"It's good."
You chuckle, the vibrations cascading down. Yoongi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, smiles at you and asks,
"Did you eat?"
"Not yet. Let's watch something?"
"Sure. Whatever you want."
"I'm gonna watch something violent or cheesy."
"I'm good with whatever you want."
"What's gotten into you? Usually, you get annoyed and whiny when I....."
"I'm just glad we get this time together."
"We spend so much time together."
"Yeah, but this is nice. Just the two us. No friends. No obligations. No errands."
"It is." You take his hand and lead him to the couch. The flower lay on the coffee table, like a piece of decoration. You plop down, sceolling endlessly through Netflix and Yoongi just watches you. He doesnr say a word. He doesn't ask you to do anything or be anything other than who you are. And in that small corner of the world, the corner you've made your own, it means so much.
Suddenly, your phone vibrates. You take it immediately, unlocking it and then you chuckle.
"What?" Yoongi asks.
"It's my ex."
"Who?"
"Mathison."
"From a couple years ago, right?"
"Yeah. He apologized. He said it was wrong of him to threaten to me no matter how upset he was."
Yeah, he did. Yoongi made sure of it.
"Huh. Wonder what made him change his mind."
"Who cares? It's all over now."
You say, cuddling into his side, burying your face into his arm.
"Do you feel better?"
"Yeah. I'm just glad it's done. I don't know what I'd do...."
"You know I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, right?"
"I know. But this is toxic. I don't want you anywhere near him."
"Protective, aren't we?"
"Of course. It's you."
He kisses you hard on the mouth. You yelp in surprise before deeping the kiss.
"That was nice."
"Yeah."
"Let's do that again later."
Yoongi laughs. "You bet."
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chans-room · 2 years
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Calling the Shots
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Pairing: College basketball captain Yoongi x female reader
Genre: pure fluff/college au
Warnings: Seokjin is a lovable thot who kicks Yoongi out to hook up with people, pining from Yoongi, reader gets called a bitch by a rando, if I forgot anything let me know!!
Word count: 1.1k
A/n: This is part of a new series I’ve been working on for a while, and its mostly gonna come out in short pieces like this. I hope you like it :)
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Meet by the scoreboard. Is it ok if someone joins us for dinner? She’s cool, dw
Yoongi read over the text as he stepped out of the locker room, scoffing as he walked. Leave it to Jin to turn a casual after-game dinner between roommates into an event. He really only hoped the poor girl wasn’t one of Jin’s latest conquests; he was exhausted and didn’t want to spend hours in the student lounge waiting for her to leave their joined room in tears so he could finally get some sleep.
Yoongi groaned, pushing past well wishers with a tight smile as he made his way across the court to the scoreboard. He didn’t see his broad shouldered friend anywhere, but found a girl, dressed in all black with her back turned to him.
A group of guys were surrounding her as she lounged on the bleachers, looking unimpressed as they spoke to her. “Come on, sweet thing, just give me a smile,” one of them leered at her, making her roll her eyes.
“Honestly, just fuck off,” she scoffed, directing her attention back to her phone.
“Hey, I’m talking to you—“ one of them said, moving to snatch her phone out of her hands.
“She told you to fuck off,” Yoongi said blankly, grabbing the guy by his wrist, “So I suggest you fuck off.”
“Whatever man, she’s an uptight bitch anyway,” one of them huffed as they dispersed, leaving Yoongi alone with her.
“Thank you,” she beamed at him, her eyes turning into little crescents as she scrunched her nose. “That was really nice of you, I was actually super uncomfortable.”
Yoongi could feel his face heating as he stared at her; she was by far the cutest girl he’d ever seen. She looked so pretty his hands started to shake as he stared at her.
The pure apathy on her face when she’d been surrounded by the other guys had been alluring, even from a distance. But now, her presence warmed him, her smile etching itself into his brain.
“O-oh, no problem,” he smiled back, “I’m—“
“Yoongo Boongo!” Jin’s voice boomed in the nearly empty gym, cutting him off. “I see you met my little sunspot,” he grinned as he walked up to them. The girl rolled her eyes, standing up from her spot on the bleachers to let Jin envelop her in a hug.
“I told you not to call me that,” Yoongi huffed before focusing on the girl now buried in Jin’s embrace, willing his chest to unclench at their closeness. “Min Yoongi, Jin’s roommate. I’m assuming you’re the one Jin texted me about?”
She smiled prettily, reaching her hand out to him as she removed herself from Jin’s arms as she told him her name. Yoongi found himself wanting her to be tucked into him like she’d just been with Jin, but settled for her small hand warming his cold, pale one. “It’s really nice to meet you! Jinnie keeps telling me about his sourpuss roommate, but you don’t seem too bad. I think someone has been exaggerating,” she teased Jin.
“See, this is why I haven’t introduced you two,” Jin complained. “I know you’re going to gang up on me and pretend like I’m the bad guy. But here we are. And daddy’s hungry, so let’s get a move on.”
“If you ever call yourself daddy again I will actually have to kill you,” she deadpanned, glaring at Jin, and Yoongi felt his fingertips go numb in excitement for her rejection of Jin’s fuckboy charms, before turning back toward Yoongi. “I know for a fact Jinnie promised you a celebratory dinner, so let’s go and make him pay for all our food.”
“You little gremlins! You would take advantage of me like that?“ Jin shouted as she looped her arm through Yoongi’s with another bright smile, pulling him toward the exit of the gym.
Yoongi knew he’d let her drag him anywhere she wanted as long as she smiled at him like that again. “So how do you know my roommate?” He asked lamely, making his ears warm, but her bell-like laugh filled his head and replaced all the self deprecating thoughts that began to creep in on him.
“Jinnie has always been around. Our families were close growing up. He’s like a brother to me,” she beamed, not knowing how her admission made his heart race.
Yoongi knew he usually never stood a chance against Kim Seokjin, he never had when it came to girls. It didn’t matter that Yoongi was the captain of the basketball team, and most girls did find him attractive; Jin was intimidatingly handsome, hilarious, charming, and an overall genuinely nice guy. Even if girls liked Yoongi – and were able to get past his cold exterior – once they found out he was friends with the Kim Seokjin, they dropped him immediately. But here she was, telling him he had a chance.
“O-oh,” he stuttered as she leaned into his shoulder with a flutter of her eyelashes.
“Yah, you’re gonna give poor Yoongles a heart attack. He’s not used to pretty girls literally hanging off him,” Jin called from behind them, obviously texting someone as they walked across the parking lot.
“That’s a lie. He’s the captain of the basketball team and he’s gorgeous. But if other girls aren’t smart enough to see what they’re missing out on, I’m sure it’s only because you’re a whore, Seokjin,” she rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Yoongi, face turning red at her blatant compliment. “Is he as much of a heinous thot as I think he is?”
“Absolutely. He kicks me out of our dorm to hook up with strangers and leaves me to fend for myself until they get kicked to the curb,” Yoongi laughed, making her gasp in mock outrage.
“How horrible! Next time he does that, let me know. I’ll give you a place to crash so you don’t have to wander around campus like a stray cat,” she giggled, stopping at the bold, and far too expensive, car Jin chose to drive.
“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly, making her nod, eyes rounding as she stared up at him, blinking innocently. He felt pinned down by her gaze, internally vowing to do whatever he needed to see that same look on her face again. The absolute rapt attention on him almost made him feel faint, and strangely vulnerable. It was like she saw all the way through him, directly to the deepest parts of himself he’d chosen to hide away, and it was oddly freeing.
A shy smile tore her eyes away from his as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, “We’re friends now, Yoongi.”
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coupsie-daisies · 11 months
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The Domestic Chronicles of Min Yoongi | Part 4
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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff, established relationship, sick fic
Summary: Yoongi prides himself on taking care of the people he loves, and he can’t let his partner and their kid be sick without having someone to look after them.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Illness, mentions of not eating, implied vomiting, sick child
A/N: This took forever, I’m so sorry. But I think it’s the cutest one yet so hopefully that makes up for it. Let me know if you want to be tagged!
Tags (open): @dragonofthenorth0726 // @sunnytaes // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @decaffedthoughts // @snow-pegasus // @janeelizabeth1216​
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Being sick was, quite frankly, miserable. Especially when your toddler was also sick, you both were running a fever, and she insisted upon curling up against you. But your heart couldn't take the idea of making her lay in her own bed when she felt so miserable. Instead you coaxed her into sipping water and taking cough medicine between naps and weak attempts at meal times.
Yoongi was away on work, although he'd already wrapped up and was just taking a couple of days to relax. He worked hard, and usually you were glad for him to have a little break from all the stress he carried on his shoulders. However, you were also pretty sure that the past few days of being sick and being a parent at the same time without your partner was kicking your ass.
It was late morning once you finally calmed Mijung down enough to sleep, and you were out just as quickly afterwards, grateful for the medicine taking the edge of your fever. You managed a few hours more of sleep, your daughter luckily staying asleep as well. Her fever seemed to have broken by the looks of it. Yours, however, was still raging on. Exhaustion weighed heavy on you, spurred on by the overwhelming heat and the ache in your stomach. You hadn't been able to stomach much food over the past few days, nibbling on crackers and canned soups, occasionally managing enough energy to make a sandwich for you and Mijung to share.
You sat up, your entire body feeling as if molten lead was racing through your veins, scalding hot, and terribly heavy as you tried to move without waking up the sleeping child that had taken up the center of your bed. You sat at the edge of the bed for several moments before you managed to process the space around you through the haze that you'd been trying to adjust to for the past several days.
The mess in the room had been tidied up, clothes put in the hamper and the dishes that had piled up from your coaxing your daughter into eating were nowhere to be seen. You furrowed your sweat lined brows, trying to make sense of it. Maybe your mom had stopped by to check on you. But surely she would have left a note or woken you up. Then you were met with the wafting scent of stew, beef and vegetables and silky broth that you knew well. You pushed yourself to your feet, shivering as you wrapped yourself in a spare blanket and trudged into the kitchen.
"I thought you weren't supposed to be home for a while." You said. You winced at the sound of your voice scraping out of your throat, hoarse and weak, and causing you to cough into your elbow. Yoongi whirled around at the sound of you, looking worried and a little panicked. He put the lid back on the stew, taking a few quick steps towards you to press his hand to your forehead.
"You're still burning up. You should be in bed. Food isn't ready yet." He fussed. It was sweet seeing him like this. Yoongi was usually more aloof than this, keeping his affectionate words to a minimum and usually showing it in the little ways you'd learned to pick up on. Though he'd grown a bit softer on the surface over the past few years since you had Mijung.
"You cleaned up. I didn't know you were coming home." You sniffled and smiled a little, though it made your head pound a little harder. Yoongi pressed a kiss to your hairline before moving to get you a fresh glass of water. He pressed it into your hands.
"I didn't want to leave you alone when both of you are sick." He said, urging you to sip the water. You do, although you don't particularly want to, and it makes you aware of the taste of sickness in your mouth. You took another drink. "You both were sleeping so I figured you needed it."
You smiled, curling close to his chest despite the overwhelming heat it brought on. He stroked your cheek gently, making you drink a little more.
"Go back to bed. Food should be done in a little while. I can bring some in for you too. Has she been eating alright?" He asked, knowing full well that she got a little fussy when she was sick, refusing to listen to anyone (well, to you at least). You nodded.
"Yeah, she's been trying. Hasn't been keeping much down though. Mostly just toast, crackers. A little rice." You say. You want to argue and tell him that you'd rather stay with him while he cooked, but the heaviness in your body and the constant thudding of your heartbeat in your head made it hard to argue. He pressed a kiss to your lips before nudging you back towards your bedroom. You scowled.
"You're gonna get yourself sick. You gotta be careful, Yoon," You huffed, though you just wanted another kiss after feeling so miserable for so long. He rolled his eyes and kissed you again despite your protest, then one more time.
"I can handle a little cold."
You gave in, slipping out of his arms and carrying yourself back to bed. You laid yourself out on the bed, wrapping yourself in blankets in hopes that you could sweat out the last of the fever. Mijung snuggled into your side with a quiet whine that told you she still wasn't feeling much like herself.
Sleep took you easier now that you had Yoongi close, and when you woke up again, you were already feeling better. You shrugged the blankets off your shoulders and smiled at the sight of Yoongi carefully setting down a bowl for you on the stand next to the bed.
"Thank you." You mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He kissed your forehead in response. But your words were enough to wake up the little girl sprawled next to you. She blinked a few times before her dark eyes found Yoongi. Her bottom lip poked out in a little pout.
"Appa," She huffed out. Yoongi was on her side of the bed in a heartbeat, scooping her into his arms where she wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Don't feel good,"
He smiled, stroking her hair and humming.
"I know, sweetheart. Come on, let's get some food in you. Appa's cooking makes everything better, right?" He teased, pinching her side lightly. She let out a groggy giggle, the first you'd heard out of her in days, and you knew then that everything was on the up and up.
Even if you would have to take care of Yoongi in a few days when he inevitably fell sick.
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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year
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Neglect
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 6.5k
Includes- Angst, misunderstanding, fluff, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, from behind, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms
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Yoongi POV
"Jagi, I can't right now", I say
"You can naekkeo", she whispers in my ear, kissing my neck, her arms around me from behind
God she's driving me insane
I just want to turn around, throw her on my desk and fuck her hard and fast
But I can't
Namjoon needs this song in an hour before practice
"No baby, I can't. Namjoon needs the song before practice. That's in an hour."
"Really naekkeo? You can't just stop for ten minutes?", she asks
"Ten?", I ask pretending to be shocked, "What are you trying to say?"
"Oh stop. You know what I mean. If you only have ten minutes, then you can do it in ten", she rolls her eyes
Fuck she's making it really hard to say no
Just thinking of her sliding up and down my cock is turning me on
'Stop!', I yell at myself
I need to get this done
"Baby, I want to but I can't right now ok?"
She sighs, "Ok Yoongi."
I feel bad for saying no again
It's not like I don't want her, I do but I have so much work and it's stressing me out
"I guess I'm gonna go so you can finish", she says
I don't want her to go but I shouldn't keep her here
She was with me all morning and I haven't paid any attention to her
And I'm just going straight to practice after this
"Ok jagi. I'll see you tonight ok?"
"Yeah Yoongi. Ok naekkeo", she answers
She leans down and kisses my cheek
"I love you"
"I love you Jo", I answer
She gives me a small smile, then she's gone
I feel bad that I'm not spending any time with her
It's been like this for awhile because we're getting ready to release a new album
We get really busy during that time
This is the first album since our wings album and we got bigger
There's a lot of changes for this album
More photo shoots, more videos, more practices, more everything because now there are different versions of the album
I always get home really late and she's always asleep when I get there
She's also asleep when I leave at the ass crack of dawn
I know she's probably upset but she never shows it or complains
I'm so lucky I have her
And I'm going to make everything up to her as soon as I have any free time
She deserves that and I want her to know how much I love her
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I'm so tired
I'm on a break from the photo shoot we have today
I didn't get home last night until after 2
She was already sleeping and I felt like such an asshole
I told her I'd see her last night but I couldn't
Again
But I did get to see her a little this morning
She had to get up with me
She's one of our makeup artists and she had to come with me to the photo shoot
The photo shoot is almost over but I have practice after this
Again
So I don't know when I'm going to see her
Which is why I'm looking for her now so I can spend my break with her
If I can find her before it ends
I pass by a room, glancing in and seeing her there
I'm about to walk in when I see she's talking to someone, Grace another make up artist who she's close with
"He said no?", Grace asks
"Yeah", she answers
"Why?"
"He said he had to finish a song. I get it, I know he's busy"
"Uh yeah but it's obvious it's bothering you"
"Yeah but not because I didn't get sex", she answers
"Ok then why?"
"I just....he's always been busy before but that's never stopped him. He'd always find time see me for like fifteen or twenty minutes."
"For sex?", Grace asks
"Yes and no. Not just sex but to talk to me, hug me, tell me he loves me, see how my day is going, tell me about his. You know things a boyfriend says to his girlfriend"
"And he hasn't been doing that?"
"No", she answers, "Yesterday when I told him I was leaving he just said ok. He didn't try to stop me or ask me to stay or to go to practice with him. I just left and didn't hear from him for the rest of the day. I saw him when he woke me up to come here."
I didn't want her to go but I really didn't think she'd want to come to another practice
"Uh when was the last time you had sex with him"
"Uh two, no, three months ago", she answers
Shit
Has it really been that long?
"What? Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"And is that how long he hasn't spent any time with you? Like besides when you're doing his makeup?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm always alone. He's never at home anymore. Not even just to see if I'm there or if I'm ok. Just to sleep if he even makes it home instead of just going to the dorm.", she explains, "He doesn't text either. Not like he used to. And he's never been the kind of guy who does phone calls either. I just miss him. A lot."
Fuck
I'm messing up so much when it comes to her
She's right about everything
I haven't been texting her or even seeing if she's ok
I haven't spoken to her, for real, for months
I'm always in the studio or at practice or a shoot or a performance
"So why don't you go out? Do something when you're home alone?", Grace asks
"I don't feel like it. I used to go out to the park or to the bookstore but I just don't want to leave the apartment anymore. Just thinking about getting up, getting dressed and driving somewhere makes me tired. I don't want to do it"
"Jo, I think you may be depressed"
What?
No she can't be
Not because of me
I can't handle if it's true
That I'm the cause of something so horrible, something that hurts her
I never want to hurt her
Ever
"Nah, I'm just lazy", she answers
Grace is silent for a minute
"Jo, I don't really know what to say about any of this"
"I.....", she trails off
"What Jo? You can tell me"
"I think that he's....he's not attracted to me anymore. He used to never say no. He used to always want to be with me. I think he doesn't want me anymore and this is his way of distancing himself before he ends it", she says quietly
WHAT?
Is she insane?
No fucking way
"How long have you been together?"
"Eight years. Since we were 16"
"Wow."
"Yeah. Maybe he's tired of me and wants someone better"
No just no
She can't think this
That has never crossed my mind once in all our years together
I know I want her for the rest of my life
I knew it when I asked her out and I know it to this day
"Better? Whose better?"
She shrugs, "An idol? Someone who gets what it's like to be one? Or just someone who's not me"
No fucking way
I don't want an idol
I don't want anyone else
I want her
Only her
"Jo, I think you just need to talk to him"
"No", she answers so fast
"Why?", Grace asks
"Because I...I can't hear him tell me he doesn't love me. I can't hear him say he doesn't want me. Hearing him say it.....I just can't"
"So you'd rather just wait for him to break up with you? If that's even what he's going to do?"
She nods, "I can just tell him I know why so he doesn't have to say it. But if I ask him, then he's going to have to answer me. And I don't want to hear him tell me....tell me...fuck I can't even say it again"
"But doesn't he tell you he loves you?"
"Yeah but he's always distracted when he says it. And he just could be saying it because it's an automatic response."
It's not
I love her
With all my heart
This is all my fault
I've neglected her to the point where she thinks I don't love her
I never want her to think that
I fucked up
"Yoongi!", I hear my name being called
Shit
I don't want her to know I've been listening to her conversation
At least not yet
I move towards whoever is calling me
"Yoongi?", she calls
I turn to her voice, sad look on her face
"Hi jagi", I answer
"Did you have a break yet?", she asks
"Uh yeah", I answer
A look of hurt flashes on her face before she hides it
"Oh. Uh what did you do? Did you sleep?", she asks quietly
Shit
I shouldn't have told her I had a break
Now she thinks I didn't want to spend it with her
"I...uh..", I stammer
I don't know what to say
"It's ok. Forget I asked", she says looking down
"Jo-"
"Uh I'm gonna go ok? I'm uh not feeling too good, so I'm going home. You're almost done right?"
I nod
She's not feeling good?
Why what's wrong?
Is she sick?
"Ok so one of the other makeup artists can fix your makeup if you need it. You have practice after right?"
"Uh yeah", I answer, "But baby what's wrong? Are you sick?"
"My stomach just hurts. I'll be ok"
She's lying
She's hurt and just wants to go home, to be away from... everything I guess
And it's my fault she feels this way
"I'll see you whenever ok?", she says turning from me, "I love you"
She walks away, not even giving me a chance to tell her I love her
I need to fix this asap
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"Yoongi, what the hell? That's like the tenth time you messed up. And stepped on my foot!", Jin yells
"Sorry", I mumble
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. It's like two in the morning"
I just want to go home
I want to be with her
"Don't give me that shit. Something is wrong", Jin insists
He's pissing me off
"Back off", I snap
"No. We have a fucking performance soon and you're fucking up. So what's wrong?"
"This!", I yell waving my hands around, "This, all this! The constant fucking practicing, the triple photo shoots, the schedule that has us even more fucking busy than we normally are! How every fucking waking moment is about work! How I have to be Suga all the time instead of Yoongi! How I have to be here instead of with her!"
They stare at me, shocked
"But we've always been busy especially around the time when we release an album", Hobi answers, "What's different this time?"
"This time I may lose her", I choke out
"What? Why?", Jimin gasps
"Because she thinks I don't love her and I'm going to breakup with her"
"Uh why would she think that? And how do you know?", Namjoon asks
"On my break today, I was looking for her and I heard her talking to Grace."
"About what?"
"How I haven't spent any time at all with her in three months. How I used to but I never find time anymore. How I always come home when she's sleeping, always gone when she wakes up. How we haven't had sex in three months"
"Uh....why not?", Jungkook asks
"Because I'm too busy! Because every time I finish with one thing, another thing is thrown at me that I have to do immediately. Because it's one thing after another. I have to tell her no every time she tries to kiss me, hug me, be with me because a song needs to be finished in an hour or I have to practice all day or we have photo shoots or she's always asleep when I finally see her and I don't want to wake her up, just to have sex, like I'm using her"
Silence
They don't say anything
They don't have to
"She thinks I'm not attracted to her and I don't want her. She's actually waiting for me to break up with her. She thinks I'm trying to distance myself from her before I leave her. She doesn't want to talk to me about it because she can't....fuck", I stop, breathing hard, trying not to cry
"What Yoongi?", Tae asks
"She thinks I'm going to tell her I don't love her, I don't want her and she can't take hearing that even though I would never say that to her"
"What?", Jimin asks confused
I laugh sarcastically, "Her plan is to wait for me to break up with her and tell me I don't need to explain because she already knows why so she doesn't have to hear me say it"
"I....I'm sorry Yoongi.", Jin says
"What are you going to do?", Tae asks
"I have to talk to her. I have to tell her that I love her and I'm never going to leave her. But I can't with this fucking schedule. I'll be gone tomorrow before she wakes up again because I need to finish three songs before the meeting with our managers and then we have practice again, all day. And the next day, we have a performance so that means all day at the venue, rehearsing and I'll see her only when she's putting my make up on"
I think to the days coming and I actually don't have any fucking time to see her and talk to her.
I can't believe this shit
It's like how it used to be when I was a trainee and they kept me from going to Daegu to see her
No wonder she thinks I'm going to leave her
"This is so fucked. We've never been this busy before where there's actually no time for anything else"
"Yoongi, listen ok.", Namjoon says, "Tomorrow don't come to practice"
"What?", I ask warily
"Just come to the meeting, then leave and go stay with her. You're going to be distracted again if you come anyway. So just go home and talk to her"
"I....are you sure?", I ask
"Yeah. I don't want you and Joanne to break up. You two love each other and need to fix this", Namjoon replies
The relief I feel is immense
And I thank god Namjoon is giving me the time to fix my relationship
I just nod, "Thanks"
"I guess we should all stop now and go home", Namjoon says
"Yes!", Jungkook yells
Namjoon glares at him
"What I'm tired", Jungkook says
"Whatever lets go", Namjoon mutters
I get my stuff, say bye to the guys and get ready to go home to my jagi
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It's dark inside the apartment
I don't want to turn on any lights and wake her up
So I use the flashlight on my phone to see where I'm going
When I open the bedroom door, I see her sleeping
She's curled on her side of the bed, under the blanket
I can't help it, I go and sit next to her, dimming the flashlight so it's not so bright but I can still see her
Some hair is around her face so push it back, running my fingers in it
God I love her so much
It kills me that she thinks I don't love her
Looking at her I notice she has something she's holding to her, and she's actually laying on part of it
I pull the blanket down a little, squinting
Fuck
It's one of my shirts
She's sleeping, holding on to my shirt because she can't hold me
That breaks my heart
She's holding onto it so tightly and she wrapped part of her hand in it
Then I noticed she's wearing one of my shirts too
I move the blanket more and she also has on one of my pajama pants
Oh god what did I do to her?
She has to wear my clothes to feel close to me
Sleep holding my shirt because I'm not here
I'm such a fucked up boyfriend
And the worst part is that I didn't even notice how she felt
If I didn't hear her conversation today, I still wouldn't know
Because I haven't been paying attention to her
I see part of the shirt she's wearing is a little wet
It's then that I notice I'm crying and my tears are what's making the shirt wet
I lean over her, kissing her cheek, then get up to change
I just put on a t-shirt and pj pants, then get in the bed next to her
I turn to her, moving as closer to her as I can, cuddling into her back
And I just cry
I can't stop it
I can't believe I didn't see anything
How long has she been sleeping with one of my shirts?
How long has she been using them to sleep in?
How could I have not noticed until today?
I sleep next to her when I can and I was too stupid to notice
I wasn't paying attention but I will from now on
I'll never make her feel like this again
She moves, turning around to face me
"Wha?", she whispers, her eyes barely open
"Yoongi?", she asks tiredly
"Yeah jagi, I'm here", I answer
She moves closer to me, snuggling into my chest, her head on my arm and her arm around my body
"Yoongi", she says softly, her eyes closed
In a few seconds she's sleeping again, breathing evenly
"I'm sorry jagi", I whisper, holding her tightly, "I'm sorry. I love you Jo. So much. I'm going to fix everything. I swear"
I kiss her forehead and close my eyes, trying to sleep for a little
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My alarm goes off and I reach for my phone to turn it off
I didn't sleep well
I kept waking up to find her on her side of the bed, away from me
I don't know why but I think it's because she's used to sleeping alone
I have to ask her when I come back after the meeting
She's laying on me now because I woke up half an hour ago and moved her to me
Again
I don't want to go
I don't want to wake her up
I want to stay right here, holding her
'You can after the meeting', I tell myself
Gently, I move her on her pillow but her eyes open
Fuck, I was trying not to wake her up
"Yoongi?", she asks, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes, "What time is it?"
"It's 9:30 baby."
"Oh. You have practice this early?"
"No baby. I have a meeting with the guys and the managers."
She nods, "Right, I uh remember you said that, uh the other day. You have practice after the meeting right?"
"About that, I'm not going to practice", I answer
"Oh. Why?"
"I'm gonna come home after the meeting"
She looks at me tiredly, "Oh ok"
"You're going to be here right Jo?", I ask
"I uh yeah. I have no where to go so yeah"
I hate that she just stays home all day and has nothing to do
She works when we have photo shoots, music videos, performances, events or interviews
But there's no reason to have a make up artist when we're just practicing
I think Grace is right
I think she's depressed
Especially if she's just home alone all day
And if I'm right, then it's all my fault
I made her depressed, I made her think I don't love her
It's killing me
But I'm going to fix it today
"Ok jagi", I answer
I gotta get up so I go to the bathroom
When I get out, she goes in while I get dressed
"Jo?", I call
"Yeah?"
I walk to the kitchen where she went after the bathroom
"I'm going to go. I'll be home soon ok"
"Yeah Yoongi. Sure"
I lean down, giving her a kiss on her lips, "I love you"
"I love you too Yoongi", she answers, giving me a small smile
"Bye"
"Bye"
I make myself turn away from her towards the door
I stop before I leave the kitchen and glance back at her
She's just standing by the stove looking out the window while she waits for the water for her tea to boil
She looks so unhappy
I have to change that
I will
I swear I will
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I finally get out of the meeting with the guys and the managers
Pointless meeting about the schedule that we have over the next few months
More work
But I also talked to the managers about being overwhelmed with the amount of work and pressure they're putting on us
I told them that they need to lighten up or I'm going to burn out
I don't want that to happen
I love my job, I love performing, I love ARMYS
But if my body gives out, I can't do anything about it
They said they'd take what I said under consideration and we'll be getting a break after the end of the wings tour
Whatever
I'm still going to make time for Joanne no matter what they say
I leave BigHit, get into my car and drive home to spend the day with her
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I open the door to our apartment and go inside
"Jo?", I call
She was in the kitchen when I left
"Yoongi?", she asks
I follow her voice and go to the living room
She's on the couch with the tv on
Looking at me in surprise
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at practice?"
"I told you before I left jagi that I was coming back today. I'm not going to practice", I answer
"Yeah but...", she trails off
"What Jo?", I ask
Is she not happy to see me?
"I uh....I'm sorry Yoongi but I didn't believe you", she tells me
I didn't expect that but I can't blame her
"It's ok Jo. I just want to stay with you today"
She looks so confused, "You do? Why?"
I blink
Did she just ask me why?
"Uh what?", I ask unsure of what to say
"Why? Don't you have to finish the songs for the new album? And aren't you guys starting the rest of the tour in a few days? Isn't practicing more important?"
This hurts me so much
I hate how this is how she thinks because of me
God, I've neglected her so badly, she's actually asking me why I'd want to spend time with her
That's so fucked on so many levels
And it's my fault
"I uh, no baby, it's not more important than you. I miss you"
"You do?"
The look of genuine confusion on her face breaks my heart
She really thinks I don't miss her
I sit next to her, "Yeah jagi"
"Oh. I guess I don't understand what makes today different. Why you'd rather be here"
Hearing what she's saying makes me start crying
I can't stop it
Just like last night
She really can't believe I'd rather be with her than at work
"Yoongi what's wrong?", she asks panicking, "I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry I made you upset"
She puts her arms around me and holds me to her, rubbing my back
That just makes me cry harder
She thinks she upset me
Fuck I don't deserve her
"I'm sorry Jo. I'm so sorry", I sob, clutching onto her tight
"Uh it's ok Yoongi"
"No baby it's not ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you think I don't love you, don't want you. That I'm not attracted to you. But Joanne, that is so wrong"
"Uh ok", she answers
"I love you more than anything, with all my heart. You are the only girl I fell in love with and I'm just as in love with you as I was the day I realized I was..... No wait, I'm more in love with you than before. You're the only one I want, no one else"
"Yoongi, uh what's going on? What are you talking about?"
"I...I....heard you...Yyyy....yesterday talking to Grace"
"What?", she gasps
"I...I...went to look for you during my break Jo. When I fff...found you. I heard you talking to her. I heard what you said"
"Shit", she mutters
"No jagi, just listen. Please", I ask, pulling away from her and looking in her face
"Uh..ok"
"I love you Joanne", I sob, "There is no one better for me than you baby. I swear. No one compares to you. Not for me. Jagi you are the most beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Don't ever think I don't want you. I do. I did, every time you tried but I let work get in the way. And I'm sorry"
"Yoongi", she says softly
"Joanne, I don't want anyone but you. I can't live without you. I mean that. You're my everything, my world baby.", I get out, "I'm sorry I didn't notice how you felt baby. I'm sorry I didn't notice how I wasn't paying attention to you. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I never want you to think I don't love you because I always will. I can promise you I will always love you"
"How can you promise that? You can't", she says quietly
"Yes I can"
"How?"
"Because I can't even think of what it's like to be without you without crying. Because I can't imagine waking up and not seeing you next to me. I can't imagine living the rest of my life without you." I explain
I touch her beautiful face and I'm so happy when she leans into my hand
"I love you Yoongi. I feel the exact same way as about you"
"I know you do baby. I have never doubted that you love me. Ever. And I promise I'm going to change things jagi ok? I missed you so much. I promise I'm going to make time for you Jo. Everyday. I'm not going to let work take over. Lately it's been too much for me and I need to relax or I'm going to burn out. I told them that at the meeting. And I want to spend the time I take to chill out with you"
She smiles at me, "Yeah?"
"Yeah", I nod
"Ok"
I smile at her and pull her to me, my lips on hers
I put all my love into the kiss, kissing her like my life depends on it
She kisses me exactly the same way
After the kiss ends, I tell her, "I'm going to make everything up to you baby. I'm going to give you everything, all the attention I haven't been giving you. Starting now", I tell her
Leaning to her, I kiss her again
She puts her arms around my neck, kissing me back
I pull her on my lap, so shes straddling me, my hands in her hair, tongue in her mouth
She gets as close to me as possible, still kissing me
I move away from her lips, kissing her neck, making her moan
Jesus that sound turns me on so much
Sliding my hands down her body, I start pulling her shirt up
I pull away from her neck for a second to get the shirt off her
I go back to kissing her neck, licking and sucking, leaving marks all over her, touching her all over
"Yes Yoongi"
Moving down her body, I keep kissing her
When I get to her breasts, I suck gently on her nipple, running my hands up and down her back
"Shit", she moans, her body shaking a little
I smile
I love making her feel good
I miss making her feel good
Switching to her other nipple, I lick her over and over
"Fuck Yoongi"
I keep kissing her body, moving her up so she's on her knees
I kiss all over her stomach, leaving more marks all over, her hands moving into my hair and pulling
"Fuck, I love you", I whisper
"I love you Yoongi"
"Up baby", I say, helping her to stand up
I pull down her pj pants and panties, then move her back on me, just as she was before, keeping her up on her knees
I kiss lower, leaving more hickies on her perfect skin
Moving back I let my eyes roam all over her, my hands running up and down her legs
Fuck me, her body is so perfect
I can look at her all day, just sitting here staring at her
My eyes go to her pussy, and I bite my lip, getting so turned on
She's so wet, she's dripping all over my sweatpants, making them wet
I've never seen her this wet before
"Baby", I moan, just staring
"Yoongi", she whimpers
Fuck, I need her now
I pull her to me, her clit in my mouth and I start sucking fast
"Oh god Yoongi", she moans, her hands going back in my hair
"Baby", I moan too
Fuck, I love having her clit in my mouth
Licking, sucking, I love pleasuring her this way
And she loves when I play with her here than anywhere else
"Fuck YOONGI", she shouts, coming and shaking so hard, I have to hold her up by her legs
Moving my tongue to her pussy, I lick her, tasting her again and I kick myself for not doing this sooner
She tastes so good and I missed it so much
Pulling away, I see some of her cum on her thigh and I want it
I lean forward, running my tongue on her thigh, licking it off her
"Fuck, you're so good baby", I tell her
"God Yoongi. You're so fucking sexy", she moans
Not as much as she is
I look up at her, kiss her clit, making her tremble
"Can I give you more?"
"Huh?", she asks, looking down at me
God she's fucking beautiful
"I want to give my baby more. So much more jagi."
I lick her clit
"Shit"
"I want to make you feel so good baby. Over and over. I want to make you scream, make you shake, make you lose it. I want to give you everything", I explain, "Can I?"
"Yeah Yoongi. If you want to", she answers
"I want to baby. So much"
"Ok Yoongi", she smiles at me
"I love you", I tell her
I'm never going to stop telling her I love her
I want her to know, to hear it so she never forgets
"I love you", she answers
I love hearing her say that
"Ready to scream baby?", I smirk
She smirks and nods
I pull her to me, sliding my tongue all over her
"Oh god", she shouts, her hands going in my hair
Opening her legs more, I'm able to get better access to her, sliding my tongue all over her pussy
"Fuck", she whimpers
I love the way she feels against my tongue
I love everything about eating her out
I switch between licking her and sucking on her clit
"Yoongi!", she cries, coming again
God, I love it
Grabbing her, I move her, putting her on her back on the couch, opening her legs wide and sliding my tongue inside her
"Yoongi, fuck", she yells
I move my tongue up and out, sliding up her pussy, then suck on her clit
Then I slip my tongue back inside and do it again
And again and again and again
I feel her start to shake and put my tongue back in just as she explodes
She squeezes my tongue, releasing all over it, tasting fucking amazing
When she finishes, I move away, standing and taking my clothes off
Then I pick her up, lay on the couch, my head on the couch arm and slide her on my cock
"YOONGI!", she shouts, instantly clenching me tightly
"Oh god baby", I moan
Jesus Christ, I fucking forgot how good she feels
How tight, how wet
I was so stupid to wait so long
I should of been with her when I wanted to instead of stopping her
I'll never make that mistake again
Ever
"Fuck Jo. I missed you so much", I tell her
"I missed you too Yoongi. Shit you're so fucking hard and feel so fucking good", she praises
Fuck, she's the best girl ever
She tries to start moving but I stop her
"No baby"
She looks at me confused
"I don't want you to do anything. I want to give it to you. I want you to just feel ok?"
She tilts her head, looking at me but she answers, "Ok"
"Good"
Gripping her hips, I move her up then slam her down on my cock
"Shit!", she yells while I moan
I move her again, faster and harder, pleasure fucking exploding on my body
"Baby fuck", I yell
I watch her yell while I bounce her on me, pleasure on her face
She's fucking gorgeous
I feel her throbbing on me and it sends spikes of pleasure through my veins
I slam her down and she screams, orgasming, her hand gripping my wrist hard and her other gripping the couch
"YOONGI"
"Yes baby, fuck. I love when you cum on me"
"Fuck I love coming on your cock naekkeo. It feels so good", she moans
I keep fucking her through her orgasm, bringing her down and thrusting up into her at the same time
"Yoongi oh god", she shouts
I thrust harder, watching her again
She's yelling, her breasts bouncing hard, sweat all over her body
I can't tear my eyes away
I love seeing her in such pleasure and I love that I'm making her feel it
It just adds to the intense pleasure I'm feeling
The next thrust, slams into her spot, making her scream loudly
Yes
Fuck, she's gonna cum so much and I want her too
Every few slams in that spot can give her orgasm after orgasm and I love watching her in constant pleasure
The next thrust causes her first orgasm, making her shake above me and scream
"Yeah baby, more", I request
I keep going, causing another climax just as she finishes the first
"Oh god", she yells
"Again"
I slam in her again and she cums again
She's the only girl who I've been able to give multiple orgasms like this, one right after the other
And I fucking love it
Her constant orgasms makes her constantly throb and tighten on my cock, causing intense pleasure
"Again baby."
"Yoongi", she cries
"One more", I ask
One more this way
"Yes Yoongi, fuck I want it. I want you"
"I want you baby, always"
I move again and she explodes, screaming
"Yes, good girl. Fuck", I praise her, "My good girl. My best girl"
When she finishes, I pull her off and get her on her hands and knees
I thrust hard inside her and she screams my name loudly
"YOONGI"
I will never get fucking tired of hearing her scream my name
I love my name coming out of her mouth in any way
"Baby girl, your pussy is my favorite place to be"
"I love you being in me Yoongi. You always make me feel so good", she breathes hard
"Yeah baby? You always make me feel good too"
I snap my hips, burying my cock deep inside her
"Yes, baby", she whimpers
I pound in her mercilessly, just feeling the pleasure from her
She shouts and cums on me again
Looking down, I watch my cock slide in and out of her, soaked with her wetness and her cum
God that's a sight I love seeing
But I can't look for long or I'll cum
And I don't want to yet
I want to give her more
So I look away and just continue to thrust hard and fast in her
"YOONGI!", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum Yoongi!"
"Good girl baby. Be my good girl and let me feel you cum"
"Fuck!"
Her whole body shakes, her pussy squeezing and pulling my cock hard
Her arms start to give out but I grab her and hold her up
"Not yet baby. I want it again", I murmur
Slamming harder, I reach around her and rub her clit
"God Yoongi", she cries, her body trembling
"My baby likes when I play with her clit and fuck her?", I ask
"Yes Yoongi. I love it"
"Fuck baby, you're such a fucking turn on"
She really is
She can turn me on in a fucking second
"C'mon baby girl. Give me", I ask
"Oh my god Yoongi", she screams, another orgasm running through her
It feels fucking incredible
I need to get out before I cum
But she's holding on so tightly
"Bbbbb....baby let me go. Please jagi. I...I can't take it", I plead
I don't know if she's listening to me while she's feeling her orgasm
"Joanne! Let go baby. I'm gonna cum, let go!", I cry
I feel her orgasm end and the second she unclenches me, I pull out just in time
She falls face down on the couch and I sit back, trying to calm myself down
I know if I go back in her now, I'm gonna cum immediately
I give myself a few minutes, breathing hard
When I'm sure I'm good, I turn her over and move her on her back, her head on the couch's arm cushion
I open her legs, lay on her, pushing inside slowly
"Yoongi", she moans softly
"Jagi. Jo", I say kissing her lips
I move but this time I go slower, just feeling her
She tightens on me again, feeling so good
She puts her arms around me, pulling me against her, holding me tightly
Being in her arms is my favorite place to be
It's the one place I rather be than anywhere else
I feel safe and loved in her arms
And the best part is that she feels the same way in my arms
When she told me that for the first time, I was so happy
She runs her fingers up and down my back, heating every nerve in my skin
She's looking at me with so much love that it takes my breath away
She reaches out, caressing my face and I can feel her love
It's the best feeling in the world
"I love you Yoongi. So much naekkeo. Always", she whispers
God I feel like crying
I love her so much and I'm so happy she loves me
She's the only girl I ever loved and the only one that ever made me feel this way
I would give up anything for her, follow her anywhere
She's my life and I'm one thousand percent happy about it
"I love you Joanne. More than anything in this world"
She smiles at me, I can't take it
My lips land on hers in a passionate kiss
She kisses me back just as passionately
I feel her getting ready and the next time I move, she moans my name softly, coming and holding my body tightly to her
"Yoongi, my Yoongi"
The pure pleasure from her is too much and I can't hold back
I don't want to
I cum hard, pressing my body as close to her's as I can, my body shaking from my orgasm
"Joanne, oh baby, my Jo", I moan
When we both finish, I pull out but stay laying on her
She keeps holding me, running her fingers in my hair
I love when she plays with my hair
It feels good
"Baby, my baby", she whispers, "I love my Yoongi. My naekkeo"
I hold her tightly, listening to her heartbeat
"I love my Jo. So much jagi. Forever", I answer
"Forever", she agrees
I lift my head, kissing her and feeling her kiss me back
And I'm so happy I have her
Forever
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Daechwita: Teaser
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“You know the king is lying to you right? You can’t even imagine the terrible things he does outside those locked doors.”
“The world is too harsh for an innocent flower like you. All I want is to keep you safe.”
“I love you so much but why do I feel you are lying to me?”
“You need to choose, me or him?”
“I choose...”
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Summary: You were the kings precious little secret, the only thing that made such a tyrant feel human. That is why he kept you locked away, afraid of what would happen should you see anything beyond the palace walls. Unfortunately for him, his worst fear was personified in the young servant boy who was determined to show you the truth. 
Pairings: King Yoongi x Consort reader, Servant Jungkook x Consort reader. 
Genres: Angst, Fluff
Special Notes: Three (possibly four) part historical au story, featuring a love triangle but not a poly relationship. You get to choose whether you end up with Yoongi or Jungkook in the end. Slight choose your own adventure. 
Warnings: Mentions of torture and death, slightly toxic relationship dynamics, a lot of feels. 
Part 1 release date: September 21st, 2022. To be tagged when Daechwita is released please comment below or message me. 
Teaser: 
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” The kings eyes were dark and Jungkook was sure that if this was any other circumstance his head would be at the end of a blade by now. Yet the fates had aligned in his favor and he knew there was nothing Yoongi could do to him, not unless he wanted to risk you seeing. The king was a cruel and heartless man, but he would be caught dead before he ever let you see that side of him, that much was clear. Jungkook had to bite his lip to keep from smirking at the thought, knowing better than to test his luck.
“What do you mean your majesty?” he feigned ignorance, “I was simply making my way to the courtyard to finish my duties for the day.” There was no way Yoongi believed him but whether he did or not didn’t matter. Jungkook was merely making an excuse and using it to taunt the ruler, playing with his possessive nature like it was a ball being kicked around the garden. Maybe, just maybe, he could push the king to snap just as you turned around to see what was taking them too long. Wishful thinking for sure but a nice thought to humor, the sweet victory of tearing down a tyrant in front of his one and only love. It was clear he was having an effect though as he watched the kings jaw tighten. 
“You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yoongi hissed, “you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today you brat. Get out of my sight before I change my mind, and I swear if I see you near the Royal Consort one more time I will make your life a living hell, understand?” Jungkook chuckled to himself but quickly regained his composure, nodding and bowing with a sly smile.
“Good evening my lord,” Jungkook muttered sarcastically before turning on his heel and walking away before the king was able to process his attitude. Yoongi watched him walk away and shook his head with a huff before composing himself and returning to your side. He had wasted enough time dealing with that annoying servant and was ready to relax in your gentle embrace and forget the world. Though the nagging fear in the back of his mind was not going to leave him alone until he properly dealt with the hurdle that was Jeon Jungkook. 
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Chapters: 18/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, side Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Manager Kim Sejin, Original Male Character(s), Lee Taemin Additional Tags: Paris (City), Paris Fashion Week, Model Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Model Park Jimin (BTS), Rapper Min Yoongi | Suga, Rapper Kim Namjoon | RM, Singer Kim Seokjin | Jin, imposter syndrome, Depression, Not Canon Compliant, Fashion & Couture, Social Media, Requited Love, Anxiety, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope is Whipped, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped, Social Justice Activist Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, They both have depression for different reasons yay!, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Kim Namjoon | RM & Min Yoongi | Suga are Best Friends, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Eating Disorders, no one actively has an eating disorder, but they have definitely had them before Summary:
Min Yoongi is South Korea's most popular rapper, but he is currently suffering through a pretty bad case of imposter syndrome.
Jung Hoseok is the most beloved former model turned social justice activist in the world, and he feels desperately alone.
They're both at Paris Fashion Week and despite never having met each other, the entire internet seems to think they're madly in love.
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exouniverse · 19 days
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moochi-daisies · 6 months
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18+, Minors DNI
- series contains drinking, smoking, cursing and tension~
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2012.01.
I'm comfortable making mistakes.
Well-
I guess comfortable isn't the right word. I'm used to making mistakes, I'll put it that way. There's not much use regretting mistakes, sometimes they even turn into happy accidents, right?
I never wanted to consider meeting him a mistake. But here we are- so let's go back.
It's late Fall of 2012 and I'm 20 years old. And I'm in a bit of a "fuck all" era of life. My mom had moved us out of state to live with her alcoholic, albeit sweet boyfriend of the moment and I had no idea what I was doing with myself. There was no direction I was headed in in particular, life was happening and I was simply drifting along with it. Trying my best to stay afloat, trying my best not to panic or drown.
Things were...not the best at home. A polite way of insinuating that traumatized parents were traumatizing their children. That isn't really the point though, I'll spare the details.
I worked part time at a big shot make up company, I went to college classes (sometimes) and I partied. I had been terrified of partying my entire life until my senior year of high school when I decided to swallow my anxiety and learned a loophole around my social fears: drinking.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was young, ok?
I had been aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr one night, mindlessly doing make up in an effort to recognize my face in the mirror when I came across a flier for a show a few states away. It was being held in some bar, the person who posted it being advertised as the main DJ. Looking closer at the picture on the flier, he was cute. Dark hair and pouty lips. A serious gaze and a smirk that flipped my stomach over.
I messaged him on a whim;
Hey you, I wanna come to your show but won't have a place to stay. Gotta room open?
I snorted to myself, surprised by my own audacity. But what the hell right? You only live once as the saying goes.
I put my phone down. Looking back at my reflection, my mood quickly grew somber. Big brown eyes, pouty bottom lip, straight eyelashes on one eye, curly on the other. Each part of my face felt separated. Like they belonged to multiple people. Like they didn't belong all together on just one face.
The girls at work were customer service friendly. Meaning, they knew I bought my makeup from a convenience store and wore hand me downs to fit the dress code. Meaning, they were never cruel to me but I wasn't invited for drinks after our shift was over. I was allowed to be there but didn't "fit in".
I was used to not fitting in. If you passed by me, you'd probably assume otherwise. Not because there was anything special about me, quite the opposite- I looked just like a regular girl. It was not being able to act regular that got me into trouble. Growing up I let many bully me into normalcy, thinking if I could figure out the rules they were setting that I would be able to appease them.
I never figured out the rules.
My phone buzzed, shaking me out of my inner ramblings.
Haha, hey yourself. Yeah, sure. My roommates are down. I'm Yoongi btw, hope the show is worth it.
I stared at the message for what felt like 5 minutes, my mouth falling open. Then I closed my phone, sitting completely still, frozen in disbelief. A laugh bubbled up and out of me before I opened up the message again. I left my phone open and stood up, shaking out my legs. A buzzing excitement starting to build in my bones.
Okay, I thought to myself, now I just need to figure out how to get there.
The money from my job went to my mom. In an effort to prevent me from partying and to help her not feel completely reliant on her boyfriend for money. I didn't have a car, and there was no way she was going to let me travel out of state to go stay with a guy I randomly messaged on the Internet.
I had a small amount in my savings meant for school. Logically, it would make more sense to spend it on what I wanted to do instead of wasting it on something I wasn't even committed to, right? I wasn't even sure what I was going to school for and had switched majors at least three times within the past two years. This was a convincing enough argument for me to make up my mind.
The show was a week away, and I figured the cheapest route would be by bus considering the short notice. I searched for the tickets, slightly gawking at the 13 hour ride length before exhaling and clicking the purchase button.
I decided only to tell my younger sister, who gave me a wary look and made me promise to check in with her. I decided not to tell my mom, to avoid any unnecessary fighting or being told "no".
I spent the following week in a daze, excitement building with each passing day. Each time I checked in with Yoongi to give him an update, a swelling in my chest made it difficult to breathe.
Was I really going to bus 13 hours to see a random dude DJ on a whim?
Yes, yes I was.
Was this absolutely insane and for the experience more than anything?
Yes, yes it was.
Life experiences felt like collectibles to me at this time. If it wound up being a bad experience, what a story I would have to tell to friends later on. If it was a good experience, what a memory I would have to cherish.
Looking back now, I don't know how to categorize the experience. There's a lump in the back of my throat that I choke on whenever I let it come back.
If I could go back in time to November 2012, if I could stop myself from going and ever meeting Yoongi-
I couldn't.
Some things in life can be avoided while others feel inevitable.
We would have crashed into each other no matter what ended up bringing us together.
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emerald-notes · 1 year
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My Guardian Angel - Part 2
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Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and slight angst Warning: Age gap, sorry but Yoongi spoils our little mc too much, nightmares, implication of abusive parents, running away from home, kissing (on the cheek), sickness, crying etc. Word Count: 2.8K Words Note: Since the reader is only 15 years old, I reduced Yoongi’s age to be 22. Please keep the age gap in mind before diving in to read. I must say there is nothing explicit in here.
Summary: You start to find happiness in the little things of your everyday routine bound life with the not-so-stranger in your shared home...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]
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"Kitten, I'm home." A familiar voice greeted me from the outside while I was inside hiding beside the closed door.
My three most favorite words coming out of the mouth of my favorite person were enough to make even my worst day better. I tried hard to stop myself from giggling and giving away my position to him.
“Shelby, don’t!” I angrily whispered to our dog to stay quiet at her place. But she kept looking in my direction with her tail wagging behind her. I glared at her to stop. There was no time to bring Shelby beside me. Because I could already hear Yoongi opening the door.
And “Bwagh!!!” I yelled at his face right away.
“Ahh!” Yoongi sighed irritably. His eyes closed with a visible frown on his forehead. “How long will you keep this up?” He asked finally.
“Long enough for you to get used to it.” I replied happily. I wondered how stupid he could be for falling for the same old trick dozens of times. Nevertheless, this simple silly act made both of our days better.
As for most of my days, there was nothing exciting going on. Yoongi left everyday early in the morning even before I was awake. He always prepared both breakfast and lunch so that I really had no work to do. The only thing that kept me busy in this house in the middle of nowhere was our dog, Shelby. I would pet her, feed her, play with her and even talk to her from time to time to pass my lonely hours.
And Yoongi would be busy doing carpentry in the nearest town. He would have his lunch outside and would be home before it's too dark. His coming home was the time I wait for everyday since I started living with him. Because everyday I missed his presence beside me terribly.
As soon as he was home, I was happy again. I would start talking about how boring my day went and how much I missed him and what a new trick I had taught Shelby and what an interesting story I read from one of his old books and what a unique insect I had discovered outside and many more.
Despite being exhausted from his work earlier, Yoongi never complained. He listened attentively while doing his usual household chores with me. He rarely interrupted me while I talked but I knew for sure he was listening.
On a normal night, we would go to bed as soon as we were done with our dinner. But sometimes I would make a request to Yoongi to play the guitar for me. And he would be already on the couch ready to play my favorite tune as soon as I rested my head on his lap. Sometimes I would fall asleep and Yoongi would carry me to the bed without waking me up.
He let me have the bed for myself. It was too small for two people. So Yoongi would sleep on a sleeping bag on the floor beside it. I had asked him to let me sleep there instead since it was practically his house. But he refused and stayed firm in his decision.
Even with all the happiness that I never imagined I could experience, it would be a lie to say that I never feared losing it all. I often did. Actually more often than it could be counted as often. Every time I could hear Yoongi’s soft snoring through the quiet night, I would think about my life before him.
I knew that I was a burden on my step father who, after my mother’s death, had clearly shown me in every single way possible that I was unwanted in his house. But he was also very strict and possessive in nature. What if one day he decided that he would search for me?
I dreaded that my step father would find me somehow and all of this would be over. I would no longer be able to see Yoongi. I would no longer know what happiness truly feels like. I would no longer have a place to call home.
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"Don't go anywhere far. I don't have the energy to look for you around the whole town." Yoongi yelled at me as I sprinted out of the grocery store.
"I won't." I replied louder as I went closer to one of my favorite places.
The gift shop.
It was a regular thing at this point. Every weekend, Yoongi would bring me with him to the town to do the week's grocery shopping and after that I was allowed to look through the cheap gift shop nearby. I would find something I liked and Yoongi would buy that for me in the hope of keeping my mood lifted throughout the whole week.
I walked around the small shop and carefully looked for the one thing that could bring me some comfort at times when Yoongi’s not there for me. And the little fox plushie, I assumed, recently came into the shop because I never had seen one here, caught my attention.
“Aren’t you a cutie?" I took the sleeping fox in my arms and cradled it slowly. I realized I had never had a stuffed animal my entire life. Not that I had always wanted one. But the sudden realization made me want to have a stuffed animal for myself.
I sensed Yoongi coming into the shop and I looked back, holding the fox towards him to see.
"So, you've already made up your mind, kitten?" Yoongi took the plushie from me to check it. But there was a frown on his forehead.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Umm... I think we can find something better than this." He returned the baby fox back to its family.
That was a really unexpected reply. Yoongi had never refused to buy me the thing I always chose for myself. I couldn’t even see any defect on it for him to say that. As he walked away from the plushie section, I took the little fox again and the price tag caught my eyes this time.
Hell, no!
"How come something that is too costly ended up at a cheap shop like this one?" I thought to myself. I could tell that my face went red from the embarrassment.
I should have been more understanding. Just because he said he'd buy me anything I liked didn't mean that I could ask for just about anything. That's asking a little too much from him considering how generous he was to me.
So, I picked a colorful key chain and showed it to Yoongi, pretending to be very hyped about it. He simply nodded and got that for me.
On our way home, I couldn't bring myself to talk like I usually did. Yoongi, too, remained too quiet.
The next weekend, Yoongi had to go to work. He said that it was the only time I had to miss going to the town and that he would make sure that it would never happen again. Despite the reassurance, I was kinda mad at him the whole day and decided not to talk to him when he came home.
He came home later than usual, called "Kitten, I'm home" as usual and asked me to put the groceries at the right places.
I, intentionally sulking at his presence, took the bags from him and got to work without any words. Judging by the heavy atmosphere that I had created around the house, he seemed to have understood how I felt. But he stayed quiet nonetheless.
My head was burning at that point. Maybe that was why I made unnecessary noises while doing the simple tasks Yoongi had assigned me to do.
"Oppa!" I couldn't help exclaiming as I noticed the small bag. I had been to the place too many times to know where it came from. And there it was. The little sleeping fox plush, waiting for me to embrace it in my arms.
I waited no longer. I ran towards Yoongi and immediately pulled him in a hug. Unable to say how happy he had made me, I kissed his cheek impulsively instead.
"Aish!" That usual sound of Yoongi whenever he was irritated or at least wanted me to think that he was.
But in a split second, his face beamed and he accidently flashed a gummy smile. Not to be exaggerating but it was a sight worth dying for. Yoongi's face changed, with that his whole demeanor changed as well. He looked like a completely different person when he smiled like that.
So, I had to say it, "Had I known it before, I would have kissed you all day and night, only for you to smile like that."
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The only time I remembered going on a vacation was when I was a child and my father was alive at the time. We had gone to stay by the sea for a week. Even though most of the memories were faded, I could still see my father’s happy face in my mind sometimes.
This time it was the desert in contrast to the sea. Yoongi had planned to take a few days off from work and take me on a hike. I had never been so excited to look forward to something. We packed our stuff, got in his jeep and drove off.
The place looked so lively with many plants of vibrant colors. There were small and big mountains. The huge golden field stretched ahead of us. Yoongi parked his car at a side and we got off with our bags. After some hours of walking past the rocky mountains we found a suitable place to camp for the night.
I was excited at the prospect of sleeping in the open sky. Something about seeing the galaxy all night told me that it was a rare experience only a few fortunates could afford. I got another new reason to be grateful to Yoongi for the rest of my life.
“Oppa!” I called to check if he was already asleep since we had a long day.
“Hmm?” he replied.
“What does it feel like to look at the sky and you can see a part of eternity ahead of you?”
“Umm…” He thought for a moment before answering, “I don’t know! What do you feel about it?”
“I feel small. I feel insignificant. I feel…” I stopped and glanced at him, expecting a reaction.
He was still looking at the sky earnestly but hummed quietly at my response. It felt like I didn’t need to explain it further. Yoongi understood.
“Oppa!” I hesitantly called again, “Would you mind if I ask you something?”
“Ask away!” He shot me a pretending-to-be-annoying look and turned back to the sky.
I gulped before asking, “Why do you live alone?”
“For peace.” He sighed.
“I don't think I understand.”
Yoongi stayed quiet for some time and I felt like I shouldn’t have pushed the boundary. So, I turned on the other side and closed my eyes.
As I was dozing off, I could hear Yoongi’s deep soothing voice. He talked as if he was living the memory that he was speaking of. My tired eyes couldn’t cooperate. But my ears were all awoken.
“I was about your age, kitten, when I ran away from my parents seven years ago. Until now I never regretted that decision even though there were times I actually missed them. Because it was the only way i could bear to live with a sane mind. Solitary life offers you a kind of peace you wouldn’t know you needed until you can experience it. But…”
He stopped suddenly. I wanted to ask him to continue. I wanted to know what could be the ‘but’ when he himself said that he didn’t regret it. Apparently I didn’t need to. Because Yoongi spoke the rest of the words in a muffled voice as he fixed his posture to a comforting sleeping position.
“I never realized that it was happiness that I lacked in my life apart from peace. That was until I met you.”
His words kept me up through most of the night.
The next morning, it turned out I had a severe dust allergy. So, I woke up with a swollen face and a tight throat. The horror in Yoongi’s eyes as he realized something was wrong with me was another new thing I discovered his neutral face could do.
My feet were blistered from walking in the heat last day. So, after walking almost half of the way, Yoongi had to give me a piggyback ride until we reached his jeep.
I rested my head on his shoulders as he walked slowly carrying my weight on his back. And I spoke quietly in his ears.
“It was the same for me too, Oppa. I realized I can finally rely on someone without having to feel like a burden.”
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I could hear the usual sound of the car being parked outside. I sprinted out of my room in no second to greet Yoongi. But instead I saw the man I was the most scared of before me. It was my step father.
“Long time, no see, huh?” He grinned at me with his disgusting rotten teeth.
“H… how d… did you find me?” I stammered as I took a step back.
“C’mon, now! Is that the way you greet your father?” The man began to walk towards me.
“Stop!” I yelled. “You’re not my father.” I wanted to scream it on his face but couldn’t bring myself to do so.
“Quit the game. It’s time to go home.” He quickly grabbed onto my wrist before I could turn back to run.
“Let go of me.” I screamed. “I’m not going anywhere from here.”
No matter how much I screamed or pleaded, he seemed to take no notice of that. He kept dragging me towards his van. I tried hard to fight him. But he was way too strong.
“Oppa!” I tried calling for Yoongi in vain. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me. He was miles away at work. He didn’t even know anything about the existence of my cruel step father.
As soon as he threw me inside his van I tried to get up and escape. But he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me back inside. I screeched my lungs out as a sharp pain ran through my head.
I woke up panting and drenched in sweat. I must have screamed in real life because Yoongi was already beside me, trying to read from my face just how bad of a nightmare I had.
I tried to speak but my breath was hitched, as always, whenever I cried. Yoongi moved a little closer and I threw myself at him, hugging him by his neck and sobbing loudly on his chest.
My grip on him tightened as he tried to move. I couldn’t let him go from my sight. I couldn’t let my nightmare come to reality.
Yoongi hugged me back and stayed that way for quite some time before whispering softly in my ears.
“Kitten!” He said, “I’m not going anywhere. Just give me a minute, okay?”
I sniffed and nodded my head as I released my hold on his neck. Yoongi went to the patio and came back quickly with his guitar. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.
Yoongi started to play a soft tune. It was a new one. I hadn’t heard him playing it before. I grabbed a pillow and leaned on the side of the bed. Then I closed my eyes to absorb the music. I noticed that it made me feel relaxed within a minute and I was able to speak again. He really knew how to calm me down.
Something that I had come to notice was that Yoongi never talked unless he knew for sure I was ready to speak again. So I had to make the first move. And I calculated just what to ask for in my head before I spoke.
“Oppa! I have a favor to ask for.” I stated quietly. I knew Yoongi wouldn’t be able to refuse.
He stopped the music and looked towards me. I said, “Can you please lie beside me until I sleep? Just tonight? I swear I won’t ask again.”
Yoongi closed his eyes and shook his head in frustration, “Aish! This girl and her whining. Yah!” He scolded me, still speaking softly though, “Don’t you think I’m spoiling you a little too much? You’re always asking for favors. How old do you think you are?...”
His rant went on about as much time as it took for him to make the bed. Then he lied in the corner, making an irritated face. I smilingly joined him without a word. Even though he would say that he didn’t like to be touched, he was undoubtedly the best cuddling partner one could ever wish for.
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prodagustd · 2 years
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so it goes | myg
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 Summary: You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.
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part two
 —pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
—rating: +18
—genre: friends with benefits (kind of?) to lovers, fluff, smut.
—warnings/tags: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of blowjobs, dom!yoongi i guess? (he's soft tho!!) yoongi is in denial, he asks himself lots and lots of questions, emotional constipation!!! etc etc
—words: 6.8k
a/note: hiii, this is my first time posting something for bts and i'm really excited!!! i'm planning to write more about this couple so feedback is appreciated :) pd: english is not my first language. taglist is open if you want to join!!
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You were five blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket for the second time in the span of five minutes.
[Yoongo]: Hurry up
[Yoongo]: Dinner is almost ready
[Yoongo]: If you don’t start running I’m gonna start eating without you.
You giggled looking at his contact name, he made a typo when he wrote his name on your phone and you never changed it, you liked it that way. Yoongi wasn’t going to eat without you, he was the one who invited you, but you started to walk faster anyway.
The memory of the Yoongi who wrote his name on your phone seems so distant now, he was so different from the one who was waiting for you at his apartment, maybe because your mind had unconsciously decided to divide the image you had of him into different parts. The first one was the Yoongi everyone else knew, the rapper, producer and founder of his own label, a well respected name in the industry. The second was the one you knew from the media and the paparazzi pictures of him that came out every weekend, coming out of the club with a different girl by his side every time. Getting bored too fast, never getting enough of that life or anything at all.
The cold wind hit your face as you remembered the first time you met Yoongi, it was the night that Jungkook decided to throw a party, celebrating the start of summer. During that time, your best friend had recently signed with Yoongi's label and was very excited to introduce you to his new friends. You met Namjoon and Hoseok and a few other members of their team, but all you remember was Yoongi’s lingering gaze and intimidating aura, he said hi to you but nothing else, clearly not interested in meeting new people, clearly not interested in meeting you. But as the night passed and Jungkook's party was coming to an end, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing dark eyes staring at you. Why would he be staring at you all night, giving you sneaky glances until you left but never making a move?
"Because you were Jungkook's friend" Yoongi would answer if you were to ask him now, and then he would say something about not fucking people who he could possibly see again. What an asshole, you thought at your imaginary conversation.
At that time you didn't lose sleep over it, didn't question it too much, but even though you two had way too different personalities, you couldn't deny that he was attractive enough for you to find yourself thinking of him once or twice during that week.
The third and last part of the image you had of him in your mind was very different from the last one. You remember discovering it at Jungkook's barbecue party. It was a hot afternoon, Yoongi took a seat next to you and he asked what you were studying at college, he tried to sound interested when you answered history. You made a lame joke and that was the first time that you saw his gummy smile. You liked it so much that you wanted to tell another joke just as bad.
He was quiet, calm and observant, nice enough to offer you a ride home. Nice enough to offer you a ride home every time since that day. He used to say that your dorm was on the way to his house, which was a lie but you didn't know it back then.
You let him drive you home, you enjoyed the music he played and the way he listened to you when he asked you about your life, you enjoyed listening to him talk about his. You thought you were so lucky to know that part of him, and you were so embarrassed when you realized you had a huge crush on him. He was just being nice, no matter how kind he was or how flirty he sounded, he could never feel the same way about you. That's what you thought, until he kissed you before you jumped out of his car one night. That's what you thought until he started kissing you every single time after that.
It wasn't the first time that you asked yourself why Yoongi was so adamant to not let you go, you weren't his girlfriend and he wasn't your boyfriend, but why, after being with so many girls, he decided to keep you? Why did his actions say that he liked you more than his words did? You were pretty, you could admit that, but so were all the other girls, what did you have that they didn't?
You remember asking him about it once. After a long debate about which movie to watch, you beat him by outright refusing to watch a sci-fi movie over a romcom, you and him were laying on his bed with your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair when a scene of a romantic monologue started, you lifted your head and looked at him.
“What do you like most about me?” Smiling, you watched him trying to act like you didn’t catch him off guard. His eyes popped open but automatically a stupid smirk appeared on his face.
“Your ass.” He answered and you punched his arm before he could finish the last word, he let out an “auch” as his shoulders started shaking from laughter. Then, he decided to correct himself. “I like that you’re sweet”
“That's the lamest thing to like about me” you complained, “I'll pretend that you just said my ass.” you pretended to focus on the movie again, taking your eyes off of him.
During the six months that you had met him, you learned how to manage him a little bit. Sometimes offering food worked, in the worst of the cases it was to throw a tantrum, but that day it only took a pout for him to break.
“Don't” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again “You're the sweetest,” he confirmed again and kissed you tenderly on the lips “you make laugh. And you're hot.”
“The hottest?” You joked.
“You bet.”
Yoongi was a man of a few words and you always cherished the ones he had for you. Like when you started going to his studio to bring him food that you cooked only for him, Yoongi forced himself to work long hours and most of the time he forgot to eat, but when you brought him food he ate every single thing.
He always grabbed you by the waist and sat you on his lap, he asked you about your day and you asked him about his. He shared food with you and feed you on the mouth.
“Your food is always the best, babe” he murmured with his mouth full of food.
You still thought about the first night you invited him to your dorm one time that your roommate wasn't home. He ordered food, drank wine with you, watched half of a movie, decided to take off your clothes and fucked you on your bed for the first time.
Your bed wasn't as big as his, he had a king size all for himself while in yours only fitted you and maybe half of him. But Yoongi didn't care, not when he was on top of you. Holding your legs up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and his wet lips whispering against your neck, he made you look at him the whole night while he fucked you open nice and slow, he liked to take his time. You remembered Yoongi squishing your face between his fingers making you pout slightly, he thought you looked so pretty like that, with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows willing to let him fuck you as long as he wanted, however he wanted. At that point he knew your body too well, he knew how to touch you and where to kiss you, but you knew him too, and you knew he talked too much when he was close to his climax, letting the words escape from his mouth without permission. You don't remember everything he said that night, but you do remember a couple lines because during that time, they kept you awake for a few nights.
“My pretty girl, always taking me so well” he said as you threw you head back when he started leaving kisses down your neck, sneaking his hand where your bodies connected so he could slowly rub his thumb on your clit, making you whine his name as you felt your walls abruptly clench around him, he loved that shit, he loved how high pitched your voice sounded as he thrusted in and out, brushing the spot that made your toes curl "My only girl, only mine.”
Pressed against him because the bed was too small for the two of you he hugged your waist and hid his face in the crock of your neck, you fell asleep wanting to ask him if he was serious about that, were you his only girl? You were too afraid to believe him.
You remember that week when you failed an exam that you studied really hard for, he invited you to his place and you decided to try a new recipe, it tasted so bad you wanted to burst into tears in the middle of his kitchen. You loved cooking and that was the last thing you needed. Yoongi grabbed you by your face, assuring everything was okay.
“You can try again another day,” he offered "my mom always says that it takes a few tries. I'll take you to Daegu, she'll teach you.”
He was almost joking, saying those words like it wasn't a big deal. The idea of meeting his mom made you feel butterflies, it was so stupid that something like that changed your mood for the better.
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Five blocks away, Yoongi was in his apartment about to have a mental breakdown. He was about to order food when he saw the mess he made in the kitchen, but he promised to cook for you tonight in exchange for a weekend with him. He wanted to think his head was all over the place because of work, but that was a lie, it was because of you.
He had hardly seen you the last two weeks, you had spoiled him, you used to visit him mondays, wednesdays and saturdays, you came by his studio every friday but now it seemed like you had no time for him in your schedule. Having tons of projects and final exams, that week you had only visited him the day before in his studio. You didn’t even let him come to visit you because you said you were going to let him distract you.
It was okay, Yoongi told himself, he appreciated that you came yesterday, but at the same time he missed you so bad, he couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, and the memory of last night didn’t help. Namjoon invited you with some friends from the company to a bar, but you couldn’t come because you were celebrating the end of a project with your friends in a whole different bar. You deserved it, Yoongi told himself that, but when he arrived at the bar by himself and everyone started asking him where were you he thought he might explode because of how much he missed you, couldn’t help but wish you were wrapped around his arms. Why did everyone ask him about you? Why didn’t they ask Jungkook, who was your best friend? Why ask your not-boyfriend?
Yoongi always thought that you two didn't need a title, things were good like that, you had good sex and he liked having you around, but at the same time he wanted to scream last friday when you told him you couldn't come over to his apartment because you had a group project with some asshole called Kevin. Who the fuck was Kevin anyway? Did Kevin know that you had a not-boyfriend whom you cook for every friday and you fuck three times a week? What do you mean he doesn't?
He wanted to ask about said project and that guy. Why was he doing a project with you? Were you put together? Did you choose him? Did he choose you? He knew he couldn’t bring it up, he could already hear your voice asking “Bubba, are you jealous?”
Yes the fuck he was.
His mind was a mess but he was sure about one thing, he didn’t want to be with other women, you were enough. Your kisses, bad jokes and the coffee you made was enough. He wondered if you felt the same about him, was he enough for you? What did he have to offer?
In his mind he pictures you like a good friend and good lover; you took care of Jungkook even if you were a few months younger than him, you made Namjoon laugh the loudest, Hoseok trusted you so much that he showed you new songs that he was working on to know your opinion and you were never afraid of kissing Yoongi in front of his friends. How could he be enough for you?
And anyway, when the fuck did he become like this? He used to think he was being subtle, that no one really knew how much he liked you, but everyone did, except for you. Now he was standing under the dim lights of his kitchen with almost burned food, his dog, Holly, head cocked on one side, looking at him as if he was asking what was wrong and the suffocating feeling that he might be in love with you.
Just for a moment he could be honest with himself, he was not subtle at all. But you didn’t seem to notice, however, he was afraid that one of those days you would find out how crazy he was about you.
He remembered that one summer night when you insisted on having a picnic under the stars, Yoongi thought it was so corny but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. You showed up in a short summer dress that hiked up your thighs every time you leaned to wipe the food out of his mouth. By the end of the night you ended up blowing him for the first time in the backseat of his car. Was it the best blowjob he ever received? He couldn’t be sure. Was it his favorite? Yes, it was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about you and your teary eyes and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, Yoongi thought no one could ever get it, it was almost romantic, almost sweet. He expected you to be at least a little suspicious when he texted you the next day saying "I can't stop thinking about you", you didn’t mention it.
Months later and you were still in the same spot but way deeper. You came every weekend and fucked all night, woke up and ate breakfast together, watched a movie and go out on a date that you planned, come back and fuck again. Was that enough for you? What if you get tired of it?
That last question hung in the air until Holly ran to the living room when he heard the sound of the keys opening the door and Yoongi snapped out of his trance.
“Hello?” The sound of your voice echoed in the apartment, it seemed to be almost empty until you arrived, now it felt complete.
Yoongi didn’t respond, he waited for you to find him in the kitchen, he heard you taking off your shoes and say hi to his dog.
When you found him, you grabbed his face and kissed him briefly on the lips “What is that face?” You asked, leaving a bottle of wine on the counter “Are you not happy to see me?”
“The food got a little bit burned.” He sighed. He was, in fact, happy to see you.
"I'm sure it's fine, let me set up the table." You brushed it off and that was enough for him to forget about the food, but there was still a heavy weight on his chest, you were the only person who could take it off of him, but he didn’t want you to.
Once the table was ready you put some music and poured wine on his glass.
“Did you have a good time last night? Got drunk?” He asked like it was small talk, but he was dying to know.
“Yes and no. I was too tired to get drunk and I actually got home early, Nayeon was still awake when I arrived. What about you and the guys?”
If the food tasted bad you didn’t say it, you seemed to happily enjoy it as you listened to him talk about last night, laughing about the silliest things.
“They all asked about you.” He said, you tried to hide a smile but you failed.
“Did they? What did you say?”
“That you abandoned me.” Yoongi lied.
“Yoongi…” You whined in complaint, rolling your eyes when his shoulders started shaking as he laughed
“Okay, okay. I said that you were busy celebrating the end of your project.” He told you the truth.
The night passed between laughs, sweet smiles and fond looks. That was something he could not escape, your eyes; they always told the truth no matter what, they were sincere and could never hide what you feel, Yoongi had the blessing –or maybe the curse– to know exactly how to read them. In that moment he looked at you from across the table and he felt like he could almost touch your happiness. Yoongi was terrified that you could feel his as well.
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“So he’s keeping it a secret” You mentioned as you were washing the dishes after you finished having dinner. Yoongi was beside you, leaned against the counter with crossed arms.
“But he told you.” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.
“Of course he told me, he can’t lie to me, I know him too well.” You shake your head in disbelief.
“I’m really hurt that you didn’t tell me.” He joked.
Yoongi had always minded his business, he always was the quiet and calm guy, the one to trust, until he met you. There were countless nights where he found himself gossiping with you in the kitchen, you were calm and quiet too, were the one to trust just like him, but for some reason, somehow, you always seemed to know everyone's business, and you were happy to share them with Yoongi, whom over time learnt to loved those gossipy talks in the kitchen.
Tonight you were talking about Jungkook, who seemed to have not-really-a-girlfriend. Jungkook told you about her and no one else, you didn’t know this, so when you brought it up to Yoongi he was shocked because Jungkook didn’t tell him.
“I’m telling you now, I didn’t know he didn’t tell anybody!”
“Okay, so why is he being all mysterious and shit?”
“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why you didn't tell Namjoon and Hoseok you took me to the river that one time?” You asked taking him by surprise. Yoongi looked at you with raised eyebrows making you giggle. You remember one of your first dates when he took you to eat to the river, after a few hours Namjoon called in an emergency because he messed up the files on his computer, told him that he was calling him for hours and asked where the fuck he was –Namjoon’s words –. Yoongi never answered and later they found out he was with you. He tried to think of an answer, but you didn’t let him. “I don’t know, maybe he is not sure yet, it’s been a while since he had a girlfriend, but I know Jungkook, he really likes her, he will eventually come around.”
Yoongi stared at you as you were washing the glasses, too focused on cleaning to know what what’s going on in his head.
“Did you meet her?” He tried to change the subject.
“No! He would die of embarrassment, he said, but he showed me her instagram.” You said drying your hands to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and looked for the girl’s insta. “See? She is cute.” Yoongi grabbed your phone in his hands and squinted his eyes like an old man, you laughed at that.
Yoongi saw a picture of a smiley girl seated on the beach with an ice cream cone in her hand, she looked nothing like the girls Jungkook was used to dating, but it made sense in his mind, he liked you after all. From the outside, everyone thought that you were too different, that Yoongi never liked a girl like you and that you never liked a guy like Yoongi, but from the inside he knew that there’s no one in this world that understood him more than you. He wanted to tell you all that, but something different came out of his mouth.
“You’re cuter.” He said with a straight face, making you look ridiculous when your cheeks burned red.
When you finished washing the dishes he changed into his pajamas and waited for you sitting on his bed, you were washing your teeth in the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was easier when you were around, he didn’t have time to think about correct or wrong decisions, it was just you in his head.
And then, one more question popped up in his head –or maybe a few more than one– , why did he want to keep you so bad? What did you bring into his life that he didn’t already have?
Yoongi tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times that day that he believed he was about to have a headache because of it. He stared at his bedroom ceiling hoping that the answer appeared written in the white of it, knowing that it was impossible, thinking that there was no possible way that he loved you that much. He almost convinced himself that those months full of nights of gossip in his kitchen, back hugs before sleeping and innocent morning kisses were only products of his imagination. He almost made it, until you walked into the room wearing the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen and the tightest tank top, now the only rational thought left on his mind was how bad he wanted to sink his face in your ti–
“What are you thinking?” You asked, kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached your hand to run your fingers through his black hair, he sighed and realized he was about to give up. What should he answer? “Your tits”? “The suffocating knowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart”? "The terrifying suspicion that maybe I already gave it to you"? Maybe he should say the truth, but not today. Instead, he chose to change the subject.
“Holly missed you.” You scoffed, looking behind you expecting to find his fluffy brown friend, when you didn’t see him you turned your head, offering him a tiny side smile.
“Mmm.. Did he tell you that?” You asked, starting to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him and pecked your lips, a simple gesture yet so intimate, Yoongi never kissed someone like that, he never reserved the little things for anyone but you. That included the food he cooked for you, the afternoons he let you sleep a quick nap on his chest before a class, the squeeze he gave you when you held his hand, the space in his wardrobe that he saved for your clothes only. God, he was so screwed.
“Yeah, he did. He also complained because nowadays you barely come to visit him. He was so sad last friday when you turned us down, you should’ve seen him.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes.
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re projecting right now. Maybe it is because last time I checked, Holly couldn’t talk.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Mmm… give me a kiss.” Yoongi tried to reach for your lips but you pulled back, a devilish smile tugging from the corner of your lips.
“Bubba, did you miss me?” You asked. He lost count of the times he told you not to call him by that nickname, that it was the corniest thing in the world. You ignored him, you never stopped calling him like that. Deep down, Yoongi knew that he liked it, but he would never admit it.
“Did you?”
“I missed you a lot.” You never had trouble confessing things like that, there was never hesitation in your words, just the truth. “I wanted to invite you to come over so many times but I knew I wouldn’t get anything done if you were there…” Your hands played with the chain on his neck while his played with the hem of your shorts, there was an unspoken invitation in your words and he was happy to respond to it, you looked at him through your lashes with a innocent smile in your face which he scoffed at, he pulled you closer and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, never answering the question.
That night he was trying to fuck you hard and fast, maybe because he hadn't done it in two whole weeks and he was horny as hell watching you in those little shorts on top of him, or maybe that was jut an excuse and he, once again, was trying to convince his conscience that you two were just fucking, nothing more and nothing less, it didn't mean anything. But you turned his rough kiss into a sweet one, you dug your fingers into his hair at the back of his neck when he decided to grab your hips and flip you over to leave you under him. Yoongi knew that night you were in a sweet kinda mood when you stopped kissing his lips to start kissing his cheeks and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck. But he wasn't, he wasted no time in taking off your shorts and tank top, leaving you almost naked with only lace black panties as the only barrier for what he really wanted to see.
"Is that right?" He asked with a low voice as he started to drag his hand to your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb slowly. You sighed, too caught up in the feeling of his hand to answer him. "How much did you miss me?"
His other hand traveled down your stomach to stroke your center through the thin fabric sending chills to your spine. Yoongi didn't need you to answer, he knew how much you did by the way your body responded to his hands and the mix of stimulation, but he wanted to hear your answer. He moved his hand from your breast to grab your chin and move your neck to the side so he could start kissing your neck, making you whine his name softly as he pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit slow but hard.
“Too much.” You tried to answer in a huff, letting yourself lose in the sweet touch of fingertips and the sound of his low voice, getting wetter and wetter. It was so good but just not enough, and he knew it.
He took off his tshirt and his pants, creating the illusion that you were on the same page as him, but that was not the case. He curled two of his fingers around the black strap of your panties to push it down slowly, making you shiver. You were about to roll your eyes when he threw it away across the room dramatically, but his finger came back to your wet center making you whine softly, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers first before he sank them inside you.
Most of the time you were patient, waiting under him until he decided to make a move, but that night you were slightly desperate. It wasn’t a lie, you barely saw him in two weeks, the least he could do was not teasing you. You moved your hips at the same pace of his fingers trying to chase the feeling but with his free hands he grabbed your hips and pushed them down the mattress.
“Don’t.” That was the only word that could come out of your mouth.
“What?” He had the audacity to laugh.
“Don’t be like that with me.” You tried to argue but your words sounded almost like a beg.
“Why? Were you waiting all week for me to fuck you?” You watched his face going down your chest to find one of your breast to take it on his mouth, swirling your nipple with his wet tongue as his fingers kept fucking you slow, tortuously pulling them out to rub you clit and then coming back to curl them inside you, you arched your back. He caught your nipple between his teeth and bit it a little when you didn’t answer.
“Y-yes, I was.” You mumbled through a moan.
“Mmm… My good girl, so wet already for me, how bad you wanna get fucked?” He asked, accelerating his movements, the room filled with the sound of your cries only, two of his fingers deep inside you as his thumb fastly circled your clit.
“Yoongi..” You whined looking at him through hooded eyes and with swollen lips. Then, he stopped his movements abruptly.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now, to make you cum?” He removed his fingers and put his hands on each side of your head*. You sobbed silently in protest but he didn't care, that was exactly what he wanted from you. But you could only nod and redirect your gaze to his tight boxers. “I was going to make you wait, baby,” he scoffed, grabbing the elastic of his boxers and finally taking them off “Just like you made me wait for you for two weeks.” his hand gripped your thighs, opening your legs to display you as he liked, his eyes flying to his target, so wet and warm, he couldn't wait even if he tried. “But I can't when I have you spread like this just for me”
A cry left you when he started to rub his cock against your clit and folds, going up and down making you squirm under him, he told himself that he wouldn't tease that night, there was a little angel seated on his right shoulder telling him to be nice and not to do it, but the little devil seated on the left keep whispering to tease you until you were crying for his cock, he tried to find a balance between them, and he was going to try and making you wait and fuck you like he wanted, but he never liked a fifty-fifty in bed.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, opening his mouth slowly so he could languidly slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands coming up to brush your nipples with his thumbs once again as he rolled his hips against your core making you gasp in anticipation, he whispered to your ear, “I need to hear what you want first.”
“I want.. you” You murmured, feeling caged between him and the mattress, mind too cloudy to think of an elaborated sentence.
“You want what, baby?” He asked, his nose touching with yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. The pressure between your legs started to become unbearable, your hips pushed forward to meet him but all he did was grab them to keep you in place. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his wrapping your legs on his waist, but that was not enough for him to decide himself to fill you up. He was so annoying, making you to say prescicely what he wanted to hear otherwise he wouldn't fuck you. You were the shy kind of girl in bed you met him, the first time he made you say your pussy was his, your face turned as red as a tomato, you never had said those things in bed but with Yoongi it was necessary, he loved hearing your whiny voice begging him to make you cum, and on the long way you learned that was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. No matter how famous, or hot Yoongi was, at the end of the day, when he was balls deep inside of you, he was just a man and you took advantage of that.
“I want you… to fuck me.” You said giving in to him.
“Mmm… no pretty please?” He whispered, leaning to peck your lips sweetly as if he was mocking you. God, that made your walls clench around nothing in anticipation, almost daydreaming of the feeling of his cock fucking you open. He let out a mocking laugh when he realized how much it turned you on the way he was playing with you, he was such an asshole.
Decided, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and made him look at you, devoring his lips without warning “Please Yoon,” you said whining between kisses as you started to rub your center against his member, you could hear a low moan get stuck on his throat and you felt the grip on your hips get tighter “just fuck me please, it's been so long.”
It was rare to leave Yoongi without words when this wasn't the worst thing he had made you say in bed, but he was so hard at that point that all he could think of was being inside you. So he did, thrusting hard, stretching you open until your thighs started shaking.
“You always fit me so well.” Yoongi said out of breath. He was on edge too, trying to keep his chill-guy persona but already starting to fail as you rolled your hips just right against him, only focusing on your naked body and the the pretty noises you made, Yoongi was a bit dumb if he thought he had full control of you in bed when you knew exactly how to break him. “Tell me baby, am I the only one who gets to see you like this? To fuck you like this?” His voice came out in a groan as he pounded in and out your pussy slowly, the only thing you could think of was the hard drag of his cock wrapped around your walls and the tingling feeling in the low part of your tummy. Your breath got caught in your throat, he was being mean, making you wait as he dragged his hand down your body to circle your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. You were sure there was an answer somewhere in your mind, you just couldn't find it. When the only thing he heard in response were your sobs he slammed a particularly hard thrust making you snap out of your trance, squirming in pleasure.
“Y-yes! O-only you” You sobbed pushing your hips forward to meet his movements. It wasn't the first time that he asked questions like these when he didn't see you after a long time, Yoongi was almost predictable, almost.
He placed his face in the space between your neck and shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside you, happy with your answer he started to pick up a faster pace which left both of you breathing heavily, moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum all over my cock tonight, baby? Make a mess on my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, you tried to catch your breath to answer him but instead you nodded repeatedly, too lost in the sound of your bodies crashing each other and his low groans, his cock hitting all the right spots, brushing you sweet spot over and over again until the knot of your stomach started to grow tighter with each thrust. It wasn't long until you both started to get close to your climax, after all you had not fucked in two weeks after fucking every two days for months.
“My sweet girl, will you let me make you cum as much as I want?” He asked once again. Your mind tried to form a sentence good enough to answer him, but you could only moan in response, feeling how your pussy milked his member everytime it came out and came back inside. This time he doesn’t care that you don’t answer, too satisfied with the way your face looked, quiet cries slipping out of your lips, throwing your head back when he fucked you deeper.
Your walls started to tighten around his dick more and more, he was about to go crazy, thrusting a little sloppily already.
“Does it feel good?” He asks with a low voice just to feel the way your pussy clenched around him, he knew how much you liked the dirty way he talked to you.
“I-it feels too good.” You said, closing your eyes overwhelmed by how full you feel. A wave of pleasure washing over you, pressing your forehead against his shoulders, you knew you were close. Other nights you hold back as much as possible, enjoying the pressure between your legs, wanting to keep him inside you forever. Tonight you weren’t in the mood for waiting.
The sound of your moans invidaded him as he kept buring himself inside you, he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he was feeling how close he was to finish.
“Yoon.. I-I’m too… too close” You let him know in a sigh.
“I know, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He said, still hiding in your neck, you nodded as if he could see you, his cock throbbing inside you in anticipation. He looked at you, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone.
You came moaning his name uncontrollably as he kept thrusting inside you, helping you ride your climax. He followed shortly after as if he was holding on until you do it first.
When you finished he brought a wet towel from the bathroom and helped cleaning you, grabbing your panties and putting them on for you. He climbed the bed and pecked your lips, he saw your messed up makeup and tried to wipe it with his thumb, failing miserably.
“I'm really happy that you finished your exams.” He confessed “You worked really hard, I’m proud of you.” You smiled brightly, it was no surprise for him that you had a praise kink.
“Thank you, bubba.” Yoongi tried really hard not to roll his eyes.
“And I missed you too.” He finally said.
“I knew it.” You just replied laughing.
No, you don’t know shit, Yoongi thought. You didn’t know how many times the image of your fucked up face when you were about to cum showed up in his head since you did. You didn’t know how bad it messed him up the look you gave him when you asked to be fucked again later that night. You didn’t know how much he missed you in those two weeks.
But, on contrary belief, you knew a thing or two. You weren’t stupid, you remembered that one night when Yoongi confessed you that his heart was broken two years ago, he never used those words though, but you didn’t have to be a shrink to notice that Yoongi was afraid to get hurt again. He was so cliché, even when he tried so hard not to.
Yoongi was, in fact, kind of dumb for thinking that you could ever hurt him, but at some point in the last two years he learnt that he had to build a wall every time he met a girl. The problem was when he met you and he realized that he liked you more than any other girl he had met. The problem was when he let you meet his brother one day and his brother told his mom, and his mom called him demanding to meet his new girlfriend. The problem was that he got used to seeing you in his studio couch and on his bed wearing his tshirt only. The problem showed up when he realized it was hell every morning when you had to leave early to catch a class and he begged you to stay, you never skipped them, but he didn't mind trying over and over again.
The problem was in that moment when he was about to fall asleep, arms wrapped around your naked body, trying so hard not to give up but in the end he does, he’s in love with you.
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okay (min yoongi)
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genre/characters: series, underground rapper au, rivals to ?, enemies to ?, angst, hurt-comfort, smut, underground rapper! Yoongi, underground rapper! reader, (*disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I do not know any member of BTS personally nor do I claim to. this should be read for entertainment purposes only.*)
warnings: 18+, minors DNI, drinking, drug use, casual sex, wanking, cussing, a little violence?, MIN YOONGI (yes, he should come with a warning)
Song: okay by Chase Atlantic
A/N: finally got into the dark mindset I needed to finish the first part. This is the darkest thing I've written and I think it shows the deeper more dangerous parts of the underground rap scene. This story is about doing whatever it takes to get what you want - your dreams. I hope you'll enjoy it. xx En
chase part ii/chase series masterlist/masterlist
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2023
It's deafening. Yoongi rubs his forehead, then his cheek, and finally rests his chin on the hilt of his palm. It's a temporary consolation for the decision he made that night. Yes. He knew he was going to be there. Worn the all black outfit that had become his signature, the Valentino cologne that lasted through one-night-only performances, on stage and off it. Still, despite the preparation, the blood sweat and tears he'd spilt to get to sit on that dingy couch in that dark basement of some Hollywood celebrity, he couldn't help but feel a wall of bitterness descend upon him - like the shutter being yanked down as his favourite ttoekbokki store closes after those long Seoul summer days.
He rose to his feet, walking past the group doing lines of cocaine over the fingerprint mosaic of a glass coffee table. He saw a few of the regulars - acquaintances of acquaintances, rookies forced to show up by vampiric managers, the sluts and manwhores, the musicians and actors adjacent to stardom and the stars themselves. But he didn't stop. Meandering through the throngs of bodies, Yoongi saw it. Relief flooded his system. He stepped up, grabbed the mic and drew everyone's attention with just one word.
"YO!"
They stopped. As soon as he rapped, they gave him their full attention. They cheered. Hollered. Said a few words they shouldn't have. But Yoongi didn't care. This was power. He was a conqueror. A commander. He didn't care how he looked or spoke or carried himself. He didn't think about what teenager bullshit some troll excavated to cancel him or what the critics casually said about the albums he almost killed himself for. Here, he was God. Here, he was invincible.
He stopped. Applause thundered. Voices bellowed. Yoongi closed his eyes, searing the feeling to memory. Then he looked forward.
And he saw you.
2017
You're wearing his t-shirt.
Well, it's not his exactly. It's the crew's. You're new. You must be. You still have hope in your eyes. Mischief too. Namjoon is introducing you and you take over - a foreign name, a foreign accent, a foreign face. You're unlike anyone he's ever met.
"You bored or something, sweetheart? Daddy cancel your credit card?"
Jimin asks in Korean. He's just about as green as you but what he lacks in skill, he makes up with machismo. All fake, all fragile. You know it. And in perfect Korean, you knock him down a peg.
"You should ask your mom. She's been paying my bills."
Jimin frowns in frustration but can't say anything. Hobi is laughing his head off, the dumb fuck. Yoongi loved the guy but God, read the room, man. Namjoon, sweet, diplomatic Namjoon can only hold his head in his hands.
"Okay, now that that's done, do you wanna do a set tonight?"
"I'm down."
"She just got here! I had to clean toilets for 6 weeks before I even touched the stage!"
"That's cause you're an asshole, Jimin!"
"We thought it suited you." Yoongi says and you smile at the double entendre.
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2018
"Wish your head game was as good as your mind games
Why don't you try babe
Don't fucking cry babe
I've been closing deals
Without a touch babe
Just ask Taehyung
About last Friday."
The crowded hooted while a woman started screaming at the man next to her. Yoongi watched amused, until she darted towards you walking off the stage. Before anyone could move, the woman hit you so hard, your lips cut open.
You turned to look at her, wiping away the blood with your thumb. Then you nodded, lunging at her. Yoongi jumped right in behind you, arm around your waist, holding you back. The woman and her boyfriend were carted away by security. You huffed, cursing under in your language, shooting across the backstage area to Namjoon's office.
You shuffled through his shelves until your hands found it - the first aid kit. Yoongi watched you struggle with it. If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were shaking. Maybe you were. He knocked quietly and you looked in his direction for a second before continuing your work.
"You fucked her boyfriend?"
"Well, he fucked me too."
"Didn't you know?"
"He didn't seem to care. Why the hell would I?"
"So you thought naming him in a rap song was the best strategy?"
"Men like that.....need to be put in their place." You admit. "Not that it'll make much of a difference. She looked like the forgiving type."
"Really? Was it the punch in the face that told you that?"
"Women like always forgive the man. Cause they blame the other woman. I'm the villain in that story anyways. Might as well get some songs out of it."
"Stellar plan."
You watch Yoongi carefully clean your wound.
"You done this before?"
"A couple times." He admits.
"Yeah?"
He applies a cream across it, dabbing your swollen lips with his ring finger.
"I have a habit of pissing people off." Yoongi tells you.
"Really? I had no idea." You retort.
"That person though.....that's not who I am. At least all of it. It's a persona. It's a version of me. It's not on me if you take that personally."
"Oddly wise."
"All done. Do you want a bandaid?"
"I'm good."
When you rise to your feet and turn to leave, Yoongi reaches out and says,
"Don't fucking name people."
You frown.
"Don't tell me what to fucking do."
But you don't name anyone again. Your verses are just cutting, just as jagged, as before but they hit harder. It's almost as though you're addressing every single person who has ever wronged you.
It really turns Yoongi on.
_-_
He's always liked it.
The chase of it, the thrill of it. Looking at someone across the room, feeling the air between them bubble with lust. This night, it's a short blonde with razor sharp nails that leave scratch marks even through his shirt when he's fingering her.
She moans all light and airy and it shoots desire straight to his cock.
But Yoongi holds off, he bends down to his knees in front of the sink in the bathroom. Then he yanks her forward by the hips, burying his head in her pussy.
She likes it.
Of course, she does. No one could deny his tongue technology.
And tonight, seeing her peak, hearing her crescendo, is enough to satiate. With a lick of his lips, a wipe with the back of his hand, he leaves and takes to the stage slightly hard but absolutely ready to anhillate.
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"Shut up, yeah, mmm you calling me a pup, yeah
I was born as a tiger, at least I'm not a weak like you
Pathetic fucks putting on a talent show
Not gonna lie, what a shitshow
I got no pretensions, just kill ’em all
Ain't no exceptions, I watch you fall
Flexing, I got none, I don't need one
Who's the king, who's the boss?
You all know my name
All shit-talk they got no game
Off with their heads, ah!"
He dominates, that's all you can think. He spits and howls into the night. Every person is jumping on the sticky floors, mumbling along in the dim red lighting. The club is alive.
And Min Yoongi is the God that leads them to thunderous applause after his final line.
He tosses the mic away haphazardly and then slumps down the steps, nearly toppling over. You catch him just in time, one hand on his stomach, the other on his sweat drenched back.
"Hell of a performance."
"Feels like it."
You grab the nearest bottle, and he takes it without complaint, sitting down on one of the couches.
"I don't know how you do it."
He looks up, mouth full of water. You point your head to crowd, still reeling from his performance. They look like lost sheep, turning to each other for guidance. But without their shepherd, where would they go?
"They'd all blow you if you let 'em."
Yoongi swallows, leans up and back, spreads his legs.
"Yeah? And you?"
"In your dreams."
You retort, smacking his arm and turning to leave. He stares unabashedly at your ass and thinks to himself,
You blow me in all my dreams, sweetheart.
_-_
You can't stop.
You don't want to either. Not when you're pulling out your phone, pushing down on the volume down button as the video starts playing. Not when you're zooming on his hands, grilpping the mic, veins popping.
Fuck, what would they look wrapped around my neck?
The picture quickens your pace, fingers sinking in faster and faster. Then the camera pans up a little, focuses on the length of his fingers and you can't help but whine with the thought of them inside you.
Your own fingers are nothing in comparison. But you'll take anything, anything at all at the moment.
He leans back, exposing his neck. And in the dark lighting, every vein, every taut muscle is on full display. You want to mark it. You want to squeeze your fingers around it.
"Ah, shit."
You can feel yourself getting more and more aroused. But your fingers carry on, aiding and abetting you on to completely demolish any prospect you might have to keep any dignity, show your face to your coworker without blushing a bright red.
Min Yoongi smirks.
And you cum so hard, it makes your toes curl in your doc martens.
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coupsie-daisies · 1 year
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The Domestic Chronicles of Min Yoongi | Part 3
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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff, established relationship
Summary: Yoongi and Y/N take a trip to the grocery store, and Yoongi finds a way to keep Y/N from buying out the whole store
Word Count: 600
Warnings: none
Tags (open): @dragonofthenorth0726 // @sunnytaes // @wooyussy​ // @burningupp​ // @bunnypig18​ // @brownieracha​ // @ferrethyun​ // @tyungun​ 
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Grocery shopping wasn't Yoongi's favorite chore, but it had to be done if he was going to cook, and cooking for you made him feel a bit better when his anxiety was nagging him. So he was at the grocery store, and you'd tagged along which was something he generally enjoyed. Having you close made things a little bit easier on his mind.
However, the grocery store was your kryptonite, mostly because your self control was limited on the best days. You reminded him of a puppy with the way you excitedly picked things off the shelf to show him.
"Yoongi-ah!" You called to him for the thousandth time on that trip alone, holding up a container of brownies with a bright smile on your face. Yoongi had to fight a smile of his own, reminding himself that he should be the one stopping you from making poor financial decisions. "Can we buy these?"
"We don't need more sweets, we still have cookies at home. And the candy I got you for your birthday." He reminded you. You frowned, your eyebrows creasing as you stared at the brownies in your hand. He was right -- of course he was, he was very smart -- and you weren't pleased about it. Nevertheless you put the brownies back where you'd found them and returned to his side.
It was only a matter of minutes before you got distracted again, eagerly sifting through the baking shelves (which Yoongi had been hesitant to let you near in the first place, but he needed flour).
"Yoongi-ah, look! Cheesecake mix," You said, showing him the box proudly. He laughed.
"We just said we had snacks at home, love." He reminded you. You pouted, still holding the cheesecake mix out for him to look at.
"But snacks are better when I make them," You told him confidently. He could practically feel his heart melting into a pathetic puddle in his chest.
"Fine. But just that. You told me not to let you buy the whole store."
You grinned, and he had to smile back at the way you absolutely lit up. You put the box in the cart, jumping when Yoongi's arms wrapped around you, trapping you between him and the cart.
"What are you doing?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him. He smiled, looking entirely too proud of his achievement for your liking.
"Well now you can't wander off because I got you trapped. And we have three more things to get so I can go home." He said. You turned in his arms so that you were facing him properly.
"Are you sure this wasn't just an excuse to be close to me?" You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "Because if you wanted to hold me, you could have just said so."
Yoongi smiled, leaning down to peck your lips.
"Of course I want to hold you. But mostly I want to get out of this grocery store." He said. You scrunched your nose before huffing at him playfully.
"Alright, alright. Let go of me, I'll behave and then we can go home. And I can make cheesecake because you love me."
And he let go of you, though a bit reluctantly, and he sighed. Because he really, very truly, loved you more than you knew.
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btsrunmylife · 2 years
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Invisible String, 1: Caught
summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.
pairing: yoongi x f!reader
rating: explicit 🔞
genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance, american university au
chapter word count: 1.6k + texting conversations
chapter warnings: Swearing. That’s it, fam 🤷🏻‍♀️
author’s note: Just a general note for the story as a whole... @yoongiofmine​ actually helped plan the majority of this story. I don’t think it’s a secret I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, but she’s been so great about helping me through that! Whether I needed to talk something out or felt drained of ideas, she was there to talk me through it! And she’s been such a huge advocate for mint!yoongi that I couldn’t not write this story. So, I just want to say that this story would not exist without Ella and her beautiful brain! If you enjoy it, please go give her a follow and check out her work! She’s incredibly talented! Thank you endlessly, bestie!!! <3 x
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The first day of class always sucks, no matter how you spin it. Getting up early in the morning to drag yourself in for an 8am class when you’d just spent the summer lazing about and “preparing” yourself for college? It’s not great. That’s not to mention getting used to new teachers or professors and worrying whether you’re actually ready for classes to start – especially once you realize you’d spent a bit too much time lazing and not nearly enough time preparing.
The one good thing you can acknowledge about the first few days of class, though, is that most of it is just reviewing the syllabus and going over the materials you’ll need for the course. You can live with that.
What throws you for a loop, though, is the fact that in almost every single one of your classes your freshman year of college, you sit across from the same person.
The same person you recognize from high school. The very same person you used to have a crush on in high school.
The one who disappeared one day and was never seen again.
Okay, so maybe that last part is a little dramatic, but that’s what it had felt like at the time! One day, he’d been in your Sex Ed class in Junior year and the next, he just…wasn’t.
Yoongi Min, or rather Min Yungi, was a complete enigma.
A question mark in your mind, a forever “what if”.
He’s also one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life. Even all these years later. He’s still got all of the same habits you remember too. The tendency to bite at his lip, the unconscious and lazy way he rolls his tongue around in his mouth, the way he blinks quickly when something momentarily confuses or surprises him.
He hasn’t changed much at all, except for the color of his hair and the healthy weight he’s gained that rounds out his cheeks.
This is your fourth class of the day with him and he stares straight ahead at the big roundtable before him, just like he has for the past forty-five minutes. Just like he did when he was in high school, always spacing out, but somehow always answering when the teacher called on him.
The two of you are sitting in “Intro to College Writing: How to Argue” now. A class that’s exactly what it sounds like…and nothing like it sounds. You know a few of the students are only taking the class to fill credit requirements, meanwhile others took the class thinking it would be a screaming match.
Even though the syllabus clearly stated that’s exactly what it’s not.
Still, a few of your more temperamental classmates looked disappointed at the reminder today and the professor is quick to mention the add/drop period will be ending soon.
You can already tell a great majority of people will drop out of this class, especially when the professor jumps into the course material on the very first day.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to be one of them, keeping his head down, but always listening. Nodding along and glancing at the teacher whenever he explains something.
You, on the other hand…you’re barely paying attention.
You find Yoongi just as captivating as you did when you were sixteen. You can’t even explain what it is about him that draws you in. Your eyes just tend to drift his way even when you’re supposed to be reading. To your own credit, you do listen during class. You take great notes, sometimes even writing word-for-word what the professor says so you can look back on it later. But Yoongi…well, to put it frankly, he’s stunning. With mint-dyed hair, his signature black attire, and piercings in his ears, he’s exactly your type.
A type you hadn’t even known you’d had until you’d had class with him in high school. The piercings are new, you note, as is the little tattoo he has on the side of his neck. You squint, but you can’t quite make it out, and you find your curiosity piqued.
“Ad hominem is when someone resorts to attacking a person instead of their position in an argument–” the professor drones.
Your staring is only ever interrupted by your note taking and those rare occasions when Yoongi’s eyes flick up to meet yours across the table.
You barely resist a squeak when they do that now, gaze quickly averting to your spiral notebook as you pointlessly note the material your teacher is introducing. It’s all things he'll go over again next class, which is probably why Yoongi doesn’t seem all that invested either, but it’s also material you’ll be tested on in a week.
Yeah, it’s that kind of professor.
When you get the courage to look up again, an urge you can’t ignore, it’s to find Yoongi’s lifted eyebrow and tilted smirk. It makes your body flush cold with embarrassment, then suddenly flash hot as the blood rushes to your cheeks. 
You huff and glance away, shoving the end of your pen into your mouth to chew on it nervously.
Fuck, you hadn’t meant to stare. You never mean to. Sometimes you really do just find something nice to look at and zone out. More often than not today, with him being in so many of your classes, that something nice just so happens to be his face.
You feel your phone vibrate against your thigh and take a surreptitious glance toward the professor to make sure he didn’t hear. Seeing that he’s too busy writing out the ten logical fallacies on the whiteboard, you pull out your phone to check your messages.
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Panic jolts through your veins and you quickly glance around.
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Your head jerks up to look at Yoongi, but when you do his attention is on the board, pen dangling precariously from his fingertips as he lounges back in his chair. It infuriates you how much it reminds you of his teenage self, so laidback and carefree. So…well, effortlessly hot.
By the way his tongue is poking into his cheek in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his smirk, you know he’s watching you.
Hands shaking, you glance again at your teacher before cradling your phone in your lap to text back.
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You are. Even now, with your phone resting between your palms, your attention is on him – as he pulls the phone out of his black pants, as he types in his password with the thumb of his right hand, as he covers a poorly concealed snort with a cough, as he looks up and meets your eyes with a particularly pointed smirk.
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Your eyes widen at his question, heart beating particularly loud in your chest, and you quickly shove your phone away, turning back to the front of the room to feign paying attention. 
You’re not even quite sure how he got your Instagram account. Has he been following you all these years? You don’t have that many followers...how did that even escape your attention? Or are you really so easy to find that he’d found you just now to send you that message?
Yoongi’s quiet chuckle is likely heard by the whole class, but goes unacknowledged, much like your mental breakdown does.
You’re not surprised that no one pays the two of you any mind, not really. You don’t know anyone and, although girls always vied for his attention in high school, Yoongi never really went with the crowd either. The two of you skated under the radar more often than not, unless a particularly juicy rumor circulated, like the rumors about you and your (incredibly gay) best friend Anaya. 
Aside from that, no one acknowledged you. No one talked to you. No one sees you.
At least, that’s what you thought.
Your eyes drift back to Yoongi, as unsurprisingly as the sun shining through the window behind his head, and this time you’re surprised to find him staring at you.
A silent challenge settles in the air between you, his eyebrow inching even higher as if to ask, “Really, again?”
As it turns out, maybe you’re not so invisible after all.
Well, shit.
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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year
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BTS Run
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 5k
Includes- ponytail Yoongi, rough sex, handcuffs, collar, use of slut and whore, dirty talk, breeding kink, pussy eating, deepthroat blow job, fucking from behind, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, so much fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05
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J POV
"Uh what do you want me to do?"
"Put my hair up jagi"
I thought that's what he said
"Seriously?"
He smirks, "Yeah jagi. Half up, half down"
"You are trying to kill me", I grumble
He just smirks wider
"Not nice"
He knows certain hairstyles on him drive me insane
Undercuts, his long hair and when it's up in ponytails
He does it on purpose to rile me up, wearing his hair up all day everyday at home
"Please jagi?", he pouts
I roll my eyes, "You are so fucking lucky I love you"
He gives me a smile and of course I melt
"Sit", I grumble
He sits in front of me and I finger comb his hair
"Mmm jagi", he whimpers
He loves when I play with his hair
It relaxes him and when he's tired it puts him to sleep
Our kids are just like him too
Playing with their hair puts them to sleep
"Yeah yeah", I answer, separating some of his hair and finger combing it into a ponytail
"Hair tie naekkeo?"
"Don't you have one baby?"
I sigh
Of course I have one
Reaching over for my bag, I pull out the baggy of hair ties
"Here", I say, "Open it for me"
He does and I reach in, taking out a black hair tie
I wrap the tie around the ponytail until it's secure
Then I smooth down the rest of his hair that's not in the ponytail
"There naekkeo", I say, taking the baggy bag, closing it and dropping it in my bag
He reaches for me, tugging my hand and I move in front of him
He pulls me in his lap, cuddling me, nuzzling into my neck
"Thanks jagi. My pretty baby", he murmurs, "My perfect wife"
Giggling, I say, "Stop baby. All I did was put your hair up"
"No jagi. You do so much more. Making me look good for our shoots and performances"
"It's my job naekkeo", I laugh
That's how I met him, when I was hired as one of their makeup artists
I've been with them since before debut, been with Yoongi since 2014 and we got married in 2016
He's the best husband in the world and I'm so lucky to have him
"Ok Jo", he says, "You're still perfect jagi. You always supported me, was always understanding, always by my side, never left when it got hard. You do everything for me, gave me two beautiful kids and you're just my everything. I love you"
"I love you Yoongi. So much. You're my perfect everything. My naekkeo"
He smiles, then presses his perfect lips against mine
Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on mine
His tongue moves against mine, both of us moaning softly
I feel his cock harder under me, turning me on
"Stop baby. You can't dance with a hard dick", I tell him between kisses
"I can't help it jagi. Everything about you is just hot. You know I can't touch you, can't kiss you without getting turned on"
"Mmm me too", I say, smiling against his lips before kissing him again
His fingers move under my shirt, trailing along my skin, shivers running down my spine
We get lost in each other until I hear Namjoon
"Hey! Let's go Yoongi!", he shouts, "You can work on baby number three later"
He pulls away from me, glaring at Namjoon, "Fuck off"
Namjoon just rolls his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Let's go. We don't have all day"
I kiss his cheek, turning his face to mine, "Don't get mad naekkeo. Namjoon is just upset that Aera didn't come again. Cut him some slack"
"I told him she's no good for him but he won't listen", he huffs
"He just has to figure that out for himself baby. Just be nice ok"
He sighs, "Ok baby. I'll let it go. But if he says one more shitty thing, I'm gonna tell him off"
I just laugh, "Ok naekkeo. C'mon. I want to see you dancing sexily for me"
He snorts, "Yeah ok jagi"
We get to the practice room, he kisses the top of my head, then walks to the guys while I take a seat behind the cameras
They're gonna do a practice video for Run BTS
I love that song and they got so much praise for the performance they did for it in the Busan concert
Yoongi was completely sexy and I was so turned on I fucked him after that set in a dressing room
Then again at home
And I know he asked to put his hair in the ponytail now for this song so I can fuck him again right after
And he's absolutely right
That is going to happen
After a few minutes they all get into position and the music starts
I watch Yoongi start the song, standing then sitting on a chair
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Suddenly Jungkook jumps over him and I'm shocked at that surprise move
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As they dance the chorus, I keep my eye on Yoongi
He's such a good dancer
I remember when he used to complain about it when we first met and we're just friends
I always praised him and later found out that he would say that to me just to talk to me
He didn't know what to say so he just complained about dancing
And he says that my praise helped him do better, helped him to see that dancing isn't so bad
And it was an opening for him to keep talking to me, eventually asking me out
He was so slick back then too
His verse comes up and he raps so fast, moving around, doing little dance moves
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When he turns his head, I'm hit with his ponytail and his stunning jawline
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My god my husband is fucking hot
He's so fucking amazing, such a hard worker, an amazing performer
I've always admired how hard he works for BTS and on his solo songs, his passion for music and how he comes up with all these melodies and lyrics
He really is Min Suga Genius
He moves back to the center, right in the front of the group, dancing and rapping the post chorus
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I watch the way his body moves so effortlessly, so smoothly and I can't wait to see him move on top of me
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Holy shit, not the place nor the time
He looks at me, smirking before he moves away with the other guys so Jimin can dance and Hobi can rap
I keep my eyes on him, watching him breathing hard right before he gets back into the choreo for the rest of the song
When they're done, he comes over to me, coming right into my open arms, his face buried in my neck
"You were so good baby", I praise him
"Yeah? You're not just saying that?", he breathes
"No naekkeo. You know I never lie to you. You're amazing baby"
He's so sweaty but I don't care
I find it very hot
He's called back to look over the video and he takes me with him
We watch the playback, the guys commenting on their performances
It's decided that everything was good in just one take
I'm not surprised
They're that good
"So we done?", Yoongi asks
Namjoon nods, "Yeah"
"Great. Bye", he says, taking my hand and leading me to be practice room door
"Yoongi!"
"C'mon jagi. We finished early and we have extra time before we have to get the kids from your mom's"
"Naekkeo, they're at my mom's all day. You know she loves taking care of them and we can get them anytime"
My mom watches our two kids, our two year old son Jae-hyuk and our four month old daughter Nari while we both work
Yoongi works a lot more than I do as BTS doesn't always need a makeup artist for things like practice, recording or when they're in their studios
I stay home with the kids most of the time, taking care of them and the house
My mom watches them when I'm at work or Yoongi and I go out together
He still takes me out on dates so we can still spend time together
After the dates we usually go home and yeah we have sex
Those are the times when we can be loud and rough and not have to worry about the kids waking up
"Ok then. Home now", he says, tugging my hand
I follow him out of the building to the car
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The front door slams into the wall as Yoongi shoves it open
He carries me inside, my mouth pressing kisses to his neck
We got home so quickly, he jumped out of the car, picked me up and here we are
Kicking the door closed, he carries me straight to our room, sitting right onto the bed
"Naked now", he growls, pulling on my shirt
I crash my mouth to his, shoving his jacket off as his tongue plays with mine
His hands goes under my shirt, shoving it up my body
He separates from my mouth just for the time it takes for him to peel the shirt off me and for me to take his black shirt off
I love when he wears black shirts
White shirts too
So fucking sexy
He kisses me wildly, turning us and slamming me on the bed
He shoves my pants down and off, grabbing my panties and completely tearing them off, tossing them on the floor
He flips me over, hands undoing my bra, then turning me back on my back, pulling my bra off
He moves me up the bed, laying me on the pillow
Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out handcuffs, smirking at me
I immediately move my hands up to the metal bars of the headboard
"Such a good girl for me", he praises
He sits up, handcuffing me securely to the bed
He reaches over again, pulling out a collar with bells on it
My collar
My cunt gets so much more wet seeing it
"Want to wear it baby?"
I nod eagerly
I do
So much
"Ok baby girl"
I lift my head, letting him put it on me, the tag that says "Master's cockslut" cool against my throat
I lay back down on the pillow, his eyes roaming all over me
"Fuck, my little wife is so fucking beautiful. So sexy"
His gorgeous hands move on my body, starting at my hips, slowly going up, my skin on fucking fire from his touch
"So pretty", he murmurs, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples
I shiver hard, whimpering softly
"Open your legs for me baby"
I immediately spread them as his mouth takes my nipple and he sucks softly
"Yoongi!", I cry, pleasure hitting my body
His mouth keeps on going and I just want to plunge my hands in his hair, pull his ponytail out and pull hard
Unfortunately my hands are tied and I just pull on the handcuffs
"Mm pulling against them already baby?", he teases, pressing kisses down my body, "Let's see how hard you pull on them while I devour your pretty cunt"
With that, he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue licking furiously
And I just scream, euphoria slamming into me
"Fuck jagi, so fucking good baby", he groans
I don't care what anyone says, Yoongi is the king of oral
For both of us, we've only done anything sexual with each other
He was my first and I was his
His tongue is the only one I ever had and the only one I'll ever want
He learned how to be good at it and I know he's the fucking best
He knows what to do with his tongue, how to make me cum quick or how to make it last long
Right now, he's working me up for it to be quick, swirling his tongue between my pussy lips, then circling my slit
I'm waiting impatiently for him to do what I want
He shoves his tongue inside me, wiggling it around and I scream his name, tugging viciously on the handcuffs, my pussy getting so fucking soaked
"Yoongi more. Baby more"
He lets out a completely sexy laugh, that does nothing but bring me closer to an orgasm
"Does my little slut want me to tongue fuck her?"
"Yes Yoongi! Fuck yes!", I yell
His fingers spread my lips wide open, his tongue back in my hole as far as he can go
Then he pulls it out and thrusts it back inside
"More baby, please"
He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the pleasure taking over
"Gonna cum around my tongue?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
His tongue doesn't stop, sending me head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm
"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi!"
My cunt pulses around his tongue, releasing cum all over him
"So fucking good jagi", he moans, swallowing, "More baby. More cream"
When I finish, his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking like his life depends on it
I can't stop screaming, the ecstacy hitting me in waves
I watching him and he looks so fucking hot, so beautiful in between my legs
His eyes move up to mine, staring intensely at me, holding my gaze as his mouth slurps all over my clit
His hands grip my legs so hard, holding them down and open wide
"Yoongi I can't-", I cry, tears falling down my face from how intense it is
"You can jagi", he encourages in between sucks, "You can. Cum for me baby"
He lavishes my clit with his amazing tongue and I snap, stars bursting in my vision
I cum hard and he sucks me through it, the pleasure astounding, my arms straining against the handcuffs
God I wish I was pulling his hair
Only when I'm done does his tongue move to my slit, licking and moaning loudly at how sweet my cum is
He loves how I taste and the first time I heard him say that, it blew my mind
But then again, I love how he tastes too
He gives me one more long kick, kisses my clit then stands up
He undoes his pants getting them and his boxers off
My eyes land right on his hard cock, standing straight up and crying cum
I press my legs together as I get turned on more
He smirks, "Aww jagi, you're getting so horny just from seeing my cock?"
I nod
Of course I am
He has the perfect dick
His length is average but he's so thick and he knows how to use it
Plus I'm small so he's big for me
"Well I wanna hear you screaming when I'm fucking you. Got it?"
"Yes naekkeo"
He reaches for the handcuffs, undoing them
He flips me over, on my stomach, handcuffing me back to the headboard
"Ready my beautiful baby", he asks as his hands run down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my hips where he grips hard
"Yes naekkeo", I moan, waiting in anticipation
He doesn't keep me waiting long, his big head entering and stretching my slit
I moan like a huge slut as he moves inch by inch, impaling me on his massively thick cock
My body shakes from the amazing pleasure and when he bottoms out, I feel him inside so deeply, just how I like it
I love being full of his dick
It's the best feeling in the world
"God jagi, still so tight. Always so tight and wet for me", he pants, "Are you ready to scream for me?"
I nod my head rapidly, bells on my collar jingling
I'm so ready
He pulls out slowly then shoves himself back in with such force and speed I move up the bed, my hands gripping the headboard bars, a scream ripping from my throat as stars burst in my vision
Right away Yoongi set a hard and brutal pace, fucking me wide open, completely ruining me on his cock
And I am loving it
I can't stop gushing around him, the sound of his skin hitting mine as well as the squelching sound when his cock dives back inside me are so fucking pretty
Add to that the constant ringing of the bells on my collar and his sexy grunts and moans, I can cum just from the sounds alone
He fucks into me hard, his cock slamming into my spot over and over
My head is in the clouds, the feeling taking over my body
"Oh yeah, my pussy's gonna cum", he laughs so sexily, "Fuck creaming my cock so well baby. Need your orgasm"
"Yoongi", I whimper, my fingers and knuckles white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard bars
I feel the orgasm coming and it's going to be huge
"Give it to me", he demands, slamming into me so deeply
The typhoon of pleasure smashes into me when I cum, screaming his name at the top of my lungs
My legs shake and I'm having a hard time staying up
"Yoongi!"
"Oh fuck jagi. Yes baby. Give it to me. Don't stop baby. So good", he praises
He fucks me through the orgasm the pleasure bleeding into the feeling of his cock hitting my spot
His arm reaches around me, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously
"Don't stop coming", he orders
It's so good, tears running down my face and I scream wordlessly as a powerful orgasm runs through me
My vision goes black and I know I'm squirting on him
"Yes!", he yells, "Fuck I love watching your beautiful pussy gush on my cock. It's so fucking pretty"
I hear him but I can't answer because my body is seized in ecstasy
His cock keeps moving, growling, "Mm baby, gonna fuck another baby into you"
"Yoongi", I moan
"Yeah jagi. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant again. Make your stomach swollen with my baby", he grunts, fucking me into the bed
I can only whimper as I hear him, so turned on
I know he's just playing into his breeding kink but seriously it's hot
"Do you want that jagi? Want another baby?"
"Yes Yoongi!", I moan, "Want you to knock me up again"
"Fuck", he cries, sheathing himself inside me, his thick cock throbbing and spilling his hot cum inside me
My slutty cunt clenches on him, milking his cock for all his cum
"Yes Yoongi", I urge him, "Give me all you cum naekkeo. I want it."
"Take it baby. Fuck such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock for everything I have. Such a good slut for me"
When he finishes, I can't hold myself up and I slump forward, his arm around me holding my ass up
"My baby. My pretty baby", he murmurs as he slowly pulls out
He gently puts me down, his body over mine, unlocking the handcuffs, my arms dropping down
Moving next to me, he turns me to my back, one of my arms in his hands, massaging them
It feels good and he does it to my other arm as well
After he pulls me into his arms, he kisses my cheek, holding me
"Ok jagi?"
I nod, "Yeah baby"
"Not too rough?"
Looking up at him, I smile, "Never naekkeo"
"Ok. I never want to hurt you jagi"
"You won't baby", I answer, touching his cheek softly
I trust Yoongi with my life
I know he would never hurt me
Never
Moving closer, I press my lips to his in a kiss
He kisses me back immediately, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me right against him
I finally move my fingers into the loose part of his hair, tugging on the strands
I'm not taking his ponytail out yet because hot
As we make out, our hands grope each other and his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, turning me on
Yoongi has amazing stamina, able to get hard a few minutes after he cums
Able to go for multiple rounds
He says because I'm that hot
I always roll my eyes but he insists that I'm the sexiest girl he's ever seen and that just looking at me turns him on
I believe he feels that way but it's just hard for me to believe in general
But then again just looking at him makes me wet so yeah
"Again baby?", I tease him between kisses
"Always baby. For you always", he murmurs
He kisses my neck, making me moan from how his soft pretty lips send fire through my body
"Come on top baby", he asks, "Ride me"
I sit up, smirking at him, asking, "Time to switch naekkeo?"
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Yoongi POV
"Time to switch naekkeo?", she asks
I nod
Definitely
She smiles, grabbing the handcuffs while I lay down, taking her spot
I smirk at her and hold my hands up, against the headboard bars
She leans over me, handcuffing me to the bars, then presses her soft lips to my cheek before her kissing my lips
Her fingers move into my hair that's not in a ponytail, running through the strands
I know she loves my hair like this
Half up or all up, it drives her crazy and I know it
Which is why I started putting my hair up all the time
Or having her do it
I love watching her clamp her legs together, watching her try to keep a straight face on
It's only fair, she drives me insane all the time
Her lips move down to my neck, right into the spot that sends pleasure down my spine
I moan softly, loving the way it feels
"Jagi, please", I whimper, "Need you"
"Mm is that so naekkeo?", she teases
I nod, "Yeah baby"
Her hand moves down to my hard cock, jerking me off slowly
"Oh baby's so hard", she smirks, "Can I suck your pretty cock before I bounce on it?"
"Yes", I whine
Anything for some relief
She moves down immediately, my cock in her throat in seconds
She sucks, intense pleasure hitting me so hard
I snap my gaze down, watching her deepthroat me right off the bat
She's fucking amazing
She learned how to do this for me and she's fucking perfect at it
Bobbing her head up and down, bottoming me out every thrust as she fucks my cock with her throat
Tears run down her face, spit all over me and my lap, those fucking bells ringing hard and loud, turning me on so much
So fucking messy just how I like it
Taking me in again, she holds me inside, her mouth sucking hard and so fucking fast, stars bursts in my vision
"Baby! Oh god, fuck"
Watching her mouth sucking my dick is bringing me so close to coming
"Jagi, stop baby. Please. I'm gonna cum", I plead
She looks up at me and just smirks around my cock, sucking faster
"Baby no", I whine, the bliss almost taking over, "I want to cum in your pussy. Please baby, want you to ride me"
She sucks one more time, the pulls off, pleasure leaving me
"Since you asked so nicely", she says, climbing on top of me, straddling me
I'm so fucking hard it hurts
Only her pussy wrapped tightly around me can make it better
She holds my cock up, her hand stroking me a few times before she sinks down on me
I keep my eyes on her tiny cunt, watching her little slit open so prettily, her lips wrapping around me
Inside she opens just enough for me to pass, latching on to my cock, pulsing around me, drenching my length and lap
God she always soaked, always ready for me
She gets me all in, sitting on my legs, moving her hips in a circle
"Fuck!", I yell, squeezing my eyes closed as the pleasure runs through my body
"Fuck naekkeo", she whimpers, moving faster, "You're cock is the best. Feels so fucking good"
She rocks on me, my head rubbing against her spot
I watch her move, her body shaking, pleasure on her face
"God this cock can make me cum so quick", she moans
I feel her getting close, her pussy throbbing so pleasurably
"Baby", I gasp, "Cum on me. Please"
"Yoongi, oh god", she cries, coming
Her orgasm gives me so much bliss it's insane
It's like nothing I've ever felt before
I was so shocked the first time she came on my dick
It was so fucking good and I thought it was just because I never had sex before
Anything felt amazing
But no, her orgasms are the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt
I need them
I'm addicted to them and I wouldn't have it any other way
When she finishes, she leans, over me, her mouth against mine as she kisses me wildly, her fingers twisting in my hair
Her hips start moving, her cunt bouncing up and down my cock
I feel her creaming my cock, feel is drip down onto the bed and just imagining the sight is such a turn on
Her hands pull my hair, pulling my head back and she lavishes kisses all over my neck
I moan loudly, pulling against the handcuffs hard, the bed rattling
I want to touch her so bad
Grab her cute ass, hold her as I fuck up into her dripping cunt
Her clit rubs against my pelvis, her moans on my neck sending vibrations down my body
She's moving so fast, riding me so fucking good stars are blasting in my vision
I need to touch her
I yell loudly, using all my strength to pull against the handcuffs
There's a snapping sound and suddenly my hands are free
Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, holding her in place and I fuck up into her
"Yoongi!", she screams, her cunt getting so tight around me
I don't stop, thrusting up, impaling her on my dick over and over, destroying her tiny spot
"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Baby I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes, yes!", I shout, "Cream my cock baby. Now!"
Thrusting again, she screams in my neck, her entire body shaking in my arms, her fingers yanking on my hair as she orgasms all over me, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip
I hold her on my cock, letting her ride it out, feeling incredible pleasure
"Good girl", I yell, "My good girl"
When she finishes, I roll us over, getting her on her back
Moving to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her hard into our bed
Her screams, her begging for more is music to my ears
I snap my hips, plunging my cock in so deep her stomach bulges with every thrust
So hot
Leaning forward, my hands move on either side of her head, crashing my lips to hers as I fuck her
Tears are falling from her fucked out eyes, wetting my face as we kiss, her hands buried in my hair
Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, spasming hard
"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your perfect cunt with cum", I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Ok baby. You want my cum inside you?"
She nods, her eyes glazed over and I know I fucked her dumb
It happens at least once a day and I know all she wants is to cum
Barreling all inside her, I stay there, grinding against her, making sure her spot is getting stimulated, my pelvis rubbing her clit at the same time
"Yyy...Yoon...", she stammers
"Fall apart on my cock jagi"
She shudders hard, losing it, her body arching, cunt exploding all over me
"Oh fuck! Joanne!", I scream, releasing inside her in pure ecstasy
White light blinds me as I orgasm, my body shaking as I struggle to hold myself up
I don't want to crush her tiny body
When we both finish, I pull out and collapse on the bed next to her
Looking over at her, I see her eyes closed as she pants for breath
Reaching for her, I pull her sweaty body on top of mine, holding her tightly
I run my fingers in her sweaty hair, both of us just breathing, relaxing
She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers, holding my hand close to her
"Naekkeo, you still have the handcuffs on"
I do?
Holy shit I do
I thought I broke the actual cuffs
But no, I broke the chain that connects them, the cuffs still around both my wrists
"It's ok jagi. I'll take them off soon"
She nods, cuddling into me, "We have to get the kids naekkeo"
"Yeah jagi. I think we should take a quick shower before we get them"
She smirks at me, "It's never a quick shower when we're together"
I smile back, "Then we should go now"
"Now?"
I nod, "Now"
Sitting up, I get her in my arms, picking her up
"Yoongi! I can walk baby!"
I shake my head, "You're my princess"
"You're my king", she giggles, kissing my cheek
As I walk to the bathroom, she tugs on my ponytail, pulling it out, my hair falling in my face
"So sexy naekkeo", she says, softly, tucking hair behind my ear and kissing my jaw
I blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead
Once in the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the water
Popping off the handcuffs, I throw them out, then take her collar off
Taking her hand, I pull her in the shower with me, coming right into my arms
"I love you", she says softly
"I love you", I answer, as we
hold on to each other under the warm water, happy in her arms
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