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emerald-notes · 7 months

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 3

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.1K Words Warning: Angsty (It’s me), mention of child abuse, self doubt, did I mention angst? Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Who Will Pay the Rent?

9:24 a.m. 1st September, 2015

“Just a few more minutes left.” Yoongi sighs heavily, “you could have easily saved the bother to come here, today.”

“What happened?” I ask, taking the empty seat beside him. “I thought you said that we’re winning today. What’s up with that long face?”

“It seemed like that at the first half.” Yoongi nods towards the field, “as you can see, the tables took a 180 degree turn.”

Honestly, I don’t understand a thing about basketball. It is better to just take Yoongi’s words as they are. I ask him the important question now, “how much do you owe them?”

Yoongi intentionally avoids eye contact and keeps looking at the match without a reply. I notice that he is sweating like crazy. I understand now that it is not just about the game.

“Don’t tell me you have to sell a kidney to pay them.” I jokingly say to which he doesn’t budge. I grow agitated. “Yoongi! C’mon, tell me what it is?”

He sighs and says, “It’s just worth my rent, that’s all.”

“Your rent?” I ask, “like for the month?”

Yoongi nods and stays silent. We both remain silent for the rest of the game. I wish I could offer to help him. It is most likely that he will not accept anything directly from me. I, on the other hand, am not in a place to help him either.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I quickly take a look at Jimin’s message saying he’s going inside the exam hall right now. I write a small “good luck” reply and put my phone back inside the pocket.

Yoongi starts to stand up from his seat, “Let’s get out of here! It’s not like anything can change in the last few minutes.”

I nod and follow him out of the stadium. He asks me if I want something to eat to which I shake my head.

“Noona!” Yoongi says, “Stop worrying about me. It’s not like I’m going bankrupt or something. It’s just some stupid amount of money, that’s all.”

“So,” I start hesitantly, “who will pay the rent?”

“I’ll manage that somehow, Noona. I always do.”

Yoongi’s the one among us who’s the most desperate to make a lot of money. That’s why he goes into these betting games and all. I once heard from Jin that he had found Yoongi starving himself because he lost all his money on some games and Jin had helped him that one time even though Yoongi refused to be helped. I don’t really approve of his ways but who am I to stop him? I did not raise him. I don’t even understand his ways of thinking.

I still feel like I should advise him to stop this nonsense and try something else. Something permanent. He is a genius and I know he will be able to figure something out if he wants. But I also feel like today is not the time to lecture him on life. Not when he’s already so stressed about it.

I decide to head to my next destination. I am not going to leave Yoongi in this state. So, I ask him, “If you don’t have to be anywhere, will you come with me?”

“I can manage some time. Where will you take me, Noona?”

“We’re going to meet Jimin.”

Jimin’s exam will be finished at around 11 a.m. So, Yoongi and I wait for him outside the hall where there seems to be a huge crowd of the guardians of the other students. I mentally pray that Jimin will be able to outsmart them on his test today.

“I never understand Jimin’s appeal for education.” Yoongi says.

“I think it’s the same one as yours.” I offer an explanation, “Come to think of it. At the end of the day you both want to win at life. By elevating your status. Either with education or with money.”

“You know what, Noona?”

“What?”

“I hate it so much that you’re always right!” There is a faint line of smile on his face as he says the last sentence.

“Yoongi” I suddenly feel an urge to talk to him seriously. Yoongi barely talks about his real issues.

“Noona?”

“I’m asking this because I’m really worried about you, okay?”

Yoongi frowns, “I think I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I really am. I’m sorry, Noona!”

“Oh no, dear!” I quickly add, “You don’t have to apologize. I understand that you’re going through tough times.”

“Noona!” Yoongi looks at a distance as he speaks, “Do you remember ma’s face? Like, not the one as we see in her pictures. The face of her when she was sick. That face she had before she could finally rest after years of pain she went through.”

I don’t know why Yoongi is suddenly bringing this topic. Is he really missing ma all of a sudden or just trying to change the topic? Yoongi glances at me for a second and I can see his eyes glistening.

“If only I had the money, I would have taken a bus from school to come to see you.” Yoongi sniffs, “he wouldn’t let me go no matter how much I begged him to. Said it was a ‘waste of good money seeing some sick people’. I don’t think I can ever move on from the fact that I never saw ma and pa again after I left that house.”

“Yoongi!” I can barely make myself audible.

Yoongi never talked about the times he spent with our uncle who took him in when ma fell sick. Yoongi was only four at that time and he was the only one who never came to visit us occasionally during the five years when ma and pa were still alive. When I used to ask pa about it, he would always say that Yoongi was too busy with his school. I only got to see him first at their funeral. Only after Yoongi left uncle’s place for good when he was finally eighteen, we started meeting almost regularly.

“I’m sorry, Noona, I turned up this way.” Yoongi looks at me, his eyes bloodshot, “I didn’t really have an opportunity to be any better than this. Of course, I won’t use this as an excuse. I’m all grown up now and I’m trying to be more responsible. I swear, Noona, you will be proud of me like all the rest of our brothers one day. I will make that happen.”

“But I am proud of you!” I say, “I am proud of how strong you are. I am proud that after all those shits you went through, you still grew up to be such a kind and sweet soul.”

“Thank you, Noona! But you don’t really have to cheer me up.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, “I know me.”

“And I know you too.” I slowly move towards him and pull him into a hug, “I see you, Yoongi. I see you!” I slowly pat him on his back as I can sense him fighting the urge to hug me back.

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yunhowifeu · 1 year

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Christmas blues

Yoongi x fem!reader

Word Count: 780+

Warnings: murder and depression

About: Y/N spending Christmas alone at a coffee shop and yoongi working a shift that exact day.

Yoongi’s pov:

My cousin owns a coffee shop but he is spending it with his wife, so he asked me if I could work until 7pm at least. I agreed even tho I’m supposed to meet with bts at 7:10pm. We agreed we were going to spend our Christmas together.

I started at 8am. I already know how to work everything because I come to help my cousin every now and then. Around 5pm, a girl comes in and sighs before ordering her coffee. I made her coffee and she paid. She sat down on a table in a corner, sat her coffee down and laid her head down.

It’s been a while since she has been sitting there. She would look up to take a sip of her coffee every now and then but that’s it. How could someone spend their Christmas all alone in a coffee shop, Christmas is for family and friends.

It’s 6:57pm and I need to start cleaning up. The girl didn’t seem like she was going to move any time soon. She was done with her coffee half a hour ago and didn’t even bother standing to throw the cup away, she just laid her head back down.

I’m done cleaning up and it’s 7pm. I didn’t want to be rude and kick her out but I had to go. I tapped her shoulder. I noticed she hesitated on lifting her head but still did. I saw her tear stained face. What happened for her to be crying here and right now? I felt bad, I can’t just leave her. I just sat down next to her.

Yoongi: you shouldn’t be crying by yourself on Christmas and go be happy with friends or family

Y/N: What if I don’t have any family or friends?

Yoongi; Are you joking or serious?

She sighed which indicated me that she was serious

Yoongi: i’m sorry

Y/N: don't be

Yoongi: i'm here if you want to talk about it

Y/N: earlier you said I should be with family and friends right?

Yoongi: mhm

Y/N: I don't want to keep you here just so you can hear a strangers problems

Yoongi: I was going out with my group but i'm fine with staying here with you if you need to vent because I know it can be hard keeping it all in but if you don't want to, you don't need to

Y/N: I do

Yoogi: i'm listening

She sighed once again

Y/N: I usually don't tell people but you seem trustworthy, when I was 7 I watched as my mom beat my older brother to death, I tried pushing her away or yelling but I was little and didn't know I could have called the police and he was the sweetest most caring brother ever so I felt guilty. My mom said “I never wanted you guys in this world and your dad is a pathetic brainless and careless man, I'm leaving for good, I would kill you too but Your father is on his way”, then pushed me to the ground and ran out the door with her purse and phone. The police were never able to find her somehow and didn't care much about the case either. When my dad came home he almost fainted. We went to the hospital but it was no use, they just told us we lost him. A few years later and I'm a teenager, my dad was driving us to a light show on christmas when I saw my mom in a car with a different man and saw they had a gun. I tried telling my dad but he was busy on the phone and he got shot. Then they sped out of there. I took the wheel quickly and parked. I called the cops and they came with an ambulance. They still haven't found her and she is definitely coming for me next.

Yoongi: Wow, I'm so sorry, that's a lot. Would you like to spend these next Christmas hours with me? We can go anywhere you'd like.

Y/N: yes please

Yoongi: if needed I can contact my group’s company ask them to give my friend a bodyguard

Y/N: I don't think it's necessary but if you'd like to do that then i'm up for it

I've gone through alot myself but I felt bad so I texted bts and told them I couldn't make it to the hangout. I would have told her to join us but she has gone through enough and I don't want her stressing over meeting 6 more new people in one day. I also contacted our manager and requested a bodyguard. Later on she met bts. We became really close really quick

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hobiiiiiworld · 1 year

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 9

⇢ No ill intentioned

Synopsis:

Onus

/ˈəʊnəs/

noun something that is one's duty or responsibility.

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Jimin loses his brother. His father loses his first born son, the heir of his company, leaving it up to Jimin to keep his father´s company in the Park family. Jimin would never have pictured himself marrying out of duty. However, Mr. Min, who only married Jimin so he could take over the company, isn´t exactly how Jimin pictured. Now, all he wants is to make Yoongi regret his decision to marry for money.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 2,7K

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Jimin wakes in the middle of night. Or, he isn´t sure if it's in the middle of night. He was sleeping, but now he isn´t, the vibrations from his phone slowly draws him from his sleep. He looks, the number not saved. He pushes the volume button, silencing the call, and goes back to sleep. Before he can fall back asleep, it rings again. It's the same number, and a surge of panic enters him as he sits up in bed, answering the call. Not again, he chants in his head. Please no, no, no, no.

"Park Jimin speaking," he says, voice clear despite him just haven woken up.

It's a woman speaking, and he isn´t sure what she said her name was or which hospital she said she's calling from, because his head is spinning. No. Please don't be dad. Don't be dad. Not yet. He repeats the words in his mind like mantra. Like he needs to think it to survive. He can't lose his dad too. Not yet. Not ever, but certainly not so quickly after Ji. He certainly wouldn't be able to survive that. The woman goes on. "I'm calling about a Park Yoongi? He said you're his husband?"

Relief floods his body instantly. They aren't calling about his dad. His dad is fine, it's only Yoongi. His husband. Jimin wants to deny that Yoongi is his husband, but knows he shouldn't. Emotionally, Yoongi is nothing more than… Well, nothing to Jimin. Legally, however, Yoongi is his husband. "Yes," Jimin says, mustering up the energy to pretend to care now that the urgency of the situation is over. Now that he feels the relief crushing over him.

He's been here before, but that time it was Ji. Jimin can feel the effects of this callback on his body and, even though the relief, he is shaking and his thoughts won't clear up. He reminds himself that this isn´t Ji, but Yoongi, which doesn't matters as much in comparison. At all, actually. A though occurs to Jimin: Yoongi´s real boyfriend should be the one they contacted, not the guy he married for money. Why didn't Yoongi give them his number? "Did something happen?" He asks, trying his best to sound interested.

"Ah, your husband is fine. He fainted and hit his head, which is why we want to keep him for observation over night. If you want to come see him, we will allow you to come now."

Jimin doesn't feel the need to go, knowing Yoongi would probably prefer for his tattoo-boyfriend to come instead. And chances are, he already called him. Chances are, tattoo-boyfriend, who he now has learned is named Jungkook, is already on his way to Yoongi. The last thing Jimin wants is to be embarrassed when he enters the hospital room with a nurse, finding his husband cuddled up with someone else.

"It's not a great time right now. I don't know if I can, eh, find the time. But, huh," Jimin clears his throat, "tell him to text me if he needs something from our apartment and I'll bring it with me tomorrow."

"Of course." She pauses, giving Jimin time to ask any questions he might have. "Have a good rest of your night, Jimin."

"You too. And," Jimin says, forcing himself to say the next words. To pretend to be the husband he could be if... "Take care of my husband."

"Of course we will!"

They hang up.

For the rest of the night, Jimin can't seem to fall back to sleep, thinking back to that awful Saturday morning when his dad called him. When he walked into the hospital too late. The feelings he felt that morning have returned, and Jimin wonders what happened to him that morning, because he can't seem to shake the feeling of being tired and angry and sad all the time. Although these feelings aren´t the exact same as they were three months ago, they are still present, always just there. Only now, they can't seem to surface. Jimin thinks it was better when he could have an outburst and get some of it out, but lately, he doesn't have the energy to cry or to argue or to do anything, these feelings are always just… there, simmering in the background. Building and poisoning everything.

He can't remember the last time he slept properly, because every time he falls asleep, Ji is there, haunting him. Some nights they are good dreams, some nights they are nightmares, but he always wakes up mourning after the dream. He wonders if he should go to therapy, but then again, he isn´t actually feeling all that much anymore, which means there aren't actually any feelings to deal with. Whatever, he doesn't know, and he doesn't care. Nothing matters, and nothing has mattered since that Saturday. Laying in bed, he can't sleep, but it doesn't matter because Ji isn´t here. Hoseok isn´t here. And he wonders if the old Jimin is gone for good, too.

Jimin has figured it out. He has these moments where everything seems so good to him, where things are bright and light and normal, which occurs most often when he's with Taehyung or at work. And then, he has these moments where he's on autopilot, like when he married Yoongi. That whole month was him managing and trying to get though it. And then, he has moments where he feels and thinks, like last night. These are the times when things are heavy and he feels hopeless about the world and himself and his life. The realization that these waves happens has given him a little perspective. Things matters, he knows that, but not all the time. Not when he feels every bit of pain after Ji´s passing pulsating thought him. Things doesn't need to matter at that moment.

Right now, he thinks he's on autopilot because he's entering the same door he did that Saturday, but he can´t be sure he's on autopilot, because he feels anxious and angry and sad. Anxious because he's walking though hallways that look the exact same as they did that morning. And he's sad because he's asking for the same last name he did that day. And he's mad, because this time, it isn´t Ji, it's Yoongi. And Yoongi is fine. Yoongi isn´t dead like Jimin´s brother, but he's just fine. And it's unfair.

Walking up to the door, he hears familiar voices. He doesn't know why he stops, but he finds himself listening in instead of walking though the door.

"- for you, you know? It's coming up two years," tattoo-boyfriend says. Jimin knows it's him because he can't count how many times he's heard his voice though the door.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, sounding tired.

"How-" Jungkook starts, but is interrupted by Yoongi.

"Don´t," he bites back.

"Yoon -"

Once again, Yoongi interrupts him, which is the first time Jimin has heard him being harsh toward Jungkook. "I'm fine, so we don't have to do this."

"Yoongi, you're laying in a hospital bed," tattoo-boyfriend argues back.

"Well, my life doesn't stop because he isn´t here anymore or because I miss him." Jimin remembers when Yoongi said those words to him. He had taken offense then, thinking Yoongi meant it as a clap-back or as an insult. Turns out, Yoongi goes by those words himself. He actually believes them. "It has to go on."

"You have to take care of yourself, though, and not only other people. I know you want to -"

Jungkook can't seem to finish a sentence without Yoongi interrupting him. "Listen, I remember how things were in those early months. He's trying to survive. I'm trying to do the same, but I've started to heal. I can't let Jim -"

This time, Jungkook is the one interrupting, sounding mad. "Oh fuck off! You can't take care of anyone if you can't take care of yourself." His voice softens. "If you're not alive. Remember what he said before he passed. He didn't want you to do this to yourself. And I know you only want to help that poor guy, but he clearly doesn't want your help, the way he's treating you. I think…" he hesitates then.

"What? I should rip the contract in two and kick him out?"

"Yeah. Basically."

"You can't be for real?"

"Think about it. You're working your ass off, working to the brink of exhaustion, then you come home, only to be met with hostility. It's not good for your mental health, and clearly not for your physical health, either."

"He isn´t that bad. I was worse," Yoongi says, clearly joking now.

"Yeah, but not to strangers. To me. To your dad. To him. But never to people who didn't deserve it, you know?"

"I deserve it, plenty."

"This wasn't my point," Jungkook says, clearly exasperated. "My point is, you should still give yourself some space and time to heal. To grief. Actually, you should get yourself out of this situation. They can find a new asslicker like yourself to run the company, and you can find yourself a new ass to lick."

Yoongi erupts in laughter, clearly enjoying Jungkoook´s humor.

Jimin doesn't know when he understood they are talking about him, but once the realization hits, he turns around and is about to walk away when he walks straight into a nurse.

"Sorry," the nurse says loudly, drawing attention as he straightens up Jimin before he walks away. And Jimin doesn't have a choice but to turn around, because Jungkook is standing in the doorway, smiling politely at Jimin with his eyes wide and curious. Without a word, Jimin hands him the food Yoongi asked him to bring and walks out of the hospital as quickly as he can.

Jimin spends the rest of his Saturday not thinking about the conversation he overheard. He cleans the apartment, he eats lunch with Taehyung - Jimin has to kick him out when he doesn't stop asking Jimin what is wrong - and he visits Ji´s grave, laying down flowers and the new angel he bought at the fair. Once dark settles, he makes himself dinner, lights some candles and puts on a movie. Halfway through the movie, Yoongi messages him.

Warning. On my way home.

Jimin sighs, ignores the message and hyper focuses on the movie, because that's much more enjoyable that thinking about that conversation and what it might mean. To Jimin, it doesn't mean anything, because Yoongi has still been a total ass to him. Still been rude and not cared about his feelings. He said it himself, he deserves everything he's gotten from Jimin. Even if he defended him and even if some of his ill words to Jimin might have been intended as kind advice, he definitely deserves all the anger.

Yeah, Jimin is not thinking about it and he definitely still hates Yoongi.

He hears the door opening. He hears Yoongi walking in. He hears the front door closing and Yoongi kicking off his shoes. Yoongi walking into his bedroom without hesitation, closing his door after him. And Jimin wants to call after him that he shouldn't close the door by slamming it shut, but puts his focus back on the move. Five minutes later Yoongi reappears in sweats, and much to Jimin´s surprise, he picks up the blanket, settles himself next to Jimin and cuddles up.

They watch the movie with a weird tension in the air. Jimin wonders what the conversation was about. He wonders if Yoongi knows he heard. He wonders if Yoongi knows that he knows that he heard. And in the middle of all this wondering, he's still so unreliably angry at Yoongi for settling himself beside Jimin, ruining his peace. For coming into his life the way he did. The movies ends, yet none of them move, an indescribable bubble of something unsaid surrounding them. Jimin wants to ask, but he's too mad. He wants Yoongi to ask, but Jimin knows he wouldn't answer, he's too mad. The next movie in the series starts to play, and Yoongi settles even further down on the couch, clearly calm and relaxed.

Jimin doesn't dare look at Yoongi, only watches the movie unfold on the screen. Tries to get the same peace Yoongi is currently feeling, but there is no chance. He huffs, and he puffs, but this time, Yoongi keeps quiet. Let's him get it all out. Or, he's too focused on the movie to even notice. Who knows. Probably the latter, knowing Yoongi.

It's somewhere in the middle of the movie when Yoongi clears his throat.

"Thanks for coming to visit me, and thanks for bringing food." Jimin wants to bark back that he didn't need Jimin to bring him food, wants to point out that he could have asked Jungkook, but bites his tongue. "And… I tried to stop them from calling you in the middle of the night. They…" he doesn't finish.

Jimin turns to Yoongi then, sitting up on his knees. Yoongi is staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly opened, and Jimin curses him in his mind. Why did you survive, huh? Why you and not him?

"Yeah, you tried? Was it hard telling them that you married a man you don't know or care about for money. Was it hard telling them that said husband doesn't care if you're in the hospital? Was it hard telling them that I'm not the one they should be calling, but Jungkook, your boyfriend. Was it hard, huh?"

"I -" Yoongi cuts himself off, looking stunned. "You-"

"I- You-" Jimin mocks. "Huh," he snickers.

"Firstly, Jungkook is not my boyfriend. Secondly, yes, I tried. It all happened so fast, one second they're asking who I'm married to, because it's very obvious that I'm married," he holds up his hand with his wedding band on. "And then I tried to tell them that I should call you myself, but they insisted that I rest." There is a second where Jimin sits back down and Yoongi sits up straight. "I hope you didn't react too badly when they called."

"As I said, I don't care that you were at the hospital," Jimin bites back, rolling his eyes.

"No, not me… The…" Yoongi closes his eyes in frustration, and when he opens them again, he is calm again. He looks at Jimin with kind eyes, eyes that Jimin has never seen before. "When they called… It was in the middle of the night and the hospital called. I tried telling them I should be the one calling you, Jimin, I did. They wouldn't listen."

"You… You did?" Jimin asks incredibly. Because he did react badly, all those feelings and thoughts from that morning came right back to him. He was in panic when he picked up. Yet, he finds it hard to grasp what Yoongi is really saying.

"What? You can't honestly think I'm so horrible that I want to trigger your trauma." Jimin doesn't answer, because yes, he does. Or he did? He doesn't know. "You do, don't you?"

"You are horrible, so why wouldn't you do that? You have no regards for my emotions, and you just do whatever the fuck you want."

"Are you serious right now?" Yoongi asks, voice cold.

"Kick me out like you boyfriend suggested th-"

Yoongi interrupts Jimin, voice loud. "He's not my fucking boyfriend!" Like Yoongi always does, he calms and speaks again. It's starting to get on Jimin´s nerves, because he can't seem to calm down, and he can´t think straight like this. "And yeah, maybe I should kick you out but I won't. I'm going to be here so you have at least on way you can get your anger out." Jimin doesn't answer, only fumes. Falters a little, because now he's confused. Really confused, but so, so, so angry. "What you're going thought has nothing to do with me, and -"

"It has everything to do with you!"

"Right," Yoongi says slowly, trying to prepare himself for Jimin´s next move.

"You fucking survived, and he fucking died. It has everything to with you." Jimin stands up and walks away.

"Take it out on me all you want, Jimin," Yoongi calls after him, calmer that Jimin has ever been. "It will get better, and then I'll still be here!" Jimin slams his door shut, the tears of frustration already falling.

Yes, he definitely… or he thinks… no, maybe he doesn't hate Yoongi as much anymore. Something in Jimin rises, because he knows admitting he was wrong is even worse than continuing to hate Yoongi, so yes, he still hates Yoongi.

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yknati · 1 year

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Y/N moved to Daegu to start over after the death of her mother. Unfortunately, a randomly observed murder thwarted her plans. Kidnapped by the mafia, she also reunites with her old high school friend, Min Yoongi. But shortly after their union, he has to fight with a new group of unknown assassins who will soon make his life hell....

Black Swans Heart Pt. 5

Y/N POV:

I woke up in a huge bed.

Yoongi had given me a room last night.

And here I lay now.

Since there were no windows here, it was difficult for me to guess what time it was. Luckily there were clocks everywhere.

7:45

I slowly got out of bed and staggered to the closet.

I opened it, but why was I so surprised when it was empty.

"Oh that's right, I don't have anything to wear here....", with a strange feeling I open my room door and the large hallway stretches out in front of me.

All the members' apartments were on this floor and the next.

As far as I could remember, Yoongi's room was at the end of the corridor.

I tiptoed past the other two rooms.

I was standing in front of his room...

What was I doing here anyway?

He was probably still asleep.

I didn't dare to knock and was making my way back when his door suddenly swung open.

I turned around quickly.

"Y-Y/N...hey, what are you doing so early in the morning?", Yoongi stood in front of me with a smile and closed the door behind him.

"Oh I always wake up around 7..." he stepped closer.

"Ok well, then we can go now", he took my hand and started walking in the direction of the elevator.

,,Wait! Where are we going?" I stumbled after him.

"You need something to wear. We're going shopping today," he said, sounding like a 15-year-old girl.

,,For real? But surely we're driving into town in one of your cars and you said I'm not allowed to know where your base is?" Yoongi pressed the elevator button, which opened its doors just a few seconds later.

"What Dad doesn't know doesn't hurt him. Plus, I don't think you're going to want to run away like that."

Dad... so his father lives here too. But I thought Yoongi was the boss. Then why does he have to follow his father's rules?

Before I could think any further, I was being pulled into the elevator.

The door closed again.

,,Sooooo...how are your parents. I haven't seen her for ages," suddenly a deep sadness overcame me.

,,Oh...My mother, she....was...killed in a car accident. And Dad lives alone now..." These words came heavily from my lips.

Horrified, Yoongi breathed out.

"Oh god, I...that...oh my god, I'm sorry about that...." He put a hand on my shoulder.

,,That's not your fault. Plus it's been a long time. Anyway, let's not create a sad mood now", I smiled at him and the elevator came to a stop.

I quickly realized that we were now at the top.

There seemed to be a garage here. One car after the other stood in the large high hall.

"Wow- are they all yours?!" I looked perplexed at all the cars and then at Yoongi.

,,Hahaha yes. Well, that's how we saw it, they kind of belong to everyone," he shrugged his shoulders along the rows of cars.

"Today, for once, we're going with my baby," he groped at me.

He kept walking until he stopped in front of a black Rolls Royce.

"I can understand why that's your baby. It's beautiful," my fingers jabs at the shiny polish.

Yoongi's POV:

Actually nobody was allowed to touch my car. And certainly not drive.

But I allowed Y/N because I...

Yes, why actually?

Maybe because I love her?

Have I ever stopped loving her?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Y/N opened the passenger door.

"Are we driving Yoongi?" She smiled sweetly.

"Yeah," she sat down and I got in.

I started the engine, parked and headed to the outside door.

There was a button on the dashboard that opened the door.

Impressed, Y/N watched.

Our hideout was in the middle of a mountain near Seoul.

From the outside the entrance gate looked like a rock, but inside we lived.

"Wooow impressive!" She watched spellbound as the gate closed.

"I know impressive, but more importantly, let's go shopping", with these words I put my foot on the gas pedal and we dash into town.

Y/N POV:

I'm in Seoul!!!

The last time I was here I must have been a kid.

But I still loved this city.

We drove around for a while until we came to a stop in the underground car park of a shopping center.

Even here you could see that it was a luxury shopping center.

The floor must have been some sort of marble or something, and the entire hall was brightly lit.

"S-Are you sure this isn't too expensive? We could just drive to my place and I'll get my things...", we got out and Yoongi started to walk.

"Nah, too far away," he just grinned.

"Okey...but please don't try to exaggerate with the luxury...that's not my style...", I could already guess that the mafia had a lot of money, but I still didn't want him to give me bought expensive things.

Again we took an elevator upstairs. And when we got to the top, I was speechless.

One fashion store after the other.

My little girl's heart screamed with joy.

"And where first?" I quickly pulled him by the gand into one of the shops.

After about 2 hours we took a coffee break.

I had already thanked Yoongi 1,000 times for the new trousers, shirts, dresses and care products that he had had enough.

,,Do you need anything else? Underwear or something?" He scrolls through his phone.

UNDERWEAR!!!!!

I hadn't even thought of that!

"Mmmh yes....well....", I blushed slightly.

"Oh yeah, let's go," he said so naturally and lovingly.

We quickly went to the next store.

"Hello, where do I find the undesirables with you?" I ask an employee.

"Down the aisle and then left," she said politely and Yoongi went ahead.

When we got there, he leaned against a wall and watched me.

I slowly went through all sizes of panties and bras until I found some white and gray ones.

I tried them on quickly, but they fit me as expected.

When I stepped out of the locker room, Yoongi was no longer in his seat.

"Try these," he held out a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra with a lover's look.

Oh so he likes black....

I didn't know why but I took them and GOD they fit me soooo well.

I've never had something like that in black, but it went so well with my slightly lighter skin.

Yoongi was waiting outside and gave me an 'I just know what suits you' look.

He paid and we made our way back to the car.

As we stood in front of the Rolls Royce, I let go of his hand.

What?!

When did I even take them?!

But Yoongi didn't seem to mind.

Since he had carried all his belongings, he quickly put them in the trunk and then sat in the driver's seat.

"Thank you for today Yoongs", he hates that old nickname, but I didn't care.

"Please (nickname)", with these words he started the ignition and we drove back home

#mafia boss #bangta boys #bts suga #bts ff #suga bts #suga ff #suga x y/n #mafia yoongi #min yoongi x y/n #mafia romance

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You Infire Me Chapter Twenty-Eight: Grad Party

yoongi x reader genre: fluff warnings: none word count: 1.25k

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“In the middle of the road, in the moment, you want to give up, shout out even louder: So What?” — BTS, “So What?”

The morning following graduation, you and Yoongi fly to your hometown to attend the party your parents had decided to throw you. At first, you hated the idea of having to greet and receive congratulations from everyone in your neighborhood—the people who’d seen you grow up. (After all, who wants to be reminded of their cringe-worthy middle school self?) But you realized that it would make your parents and extended family happy; and you’d have Yoongi by your side the entire time. Two introverts together were better than one alone.

As soon as you both wrestle your suitcases out of the car and into the house, Yoongi requests to see your room.

“You know you won’t be sleeping in there,” you remind him. “My parents are old-fashioned that way.”

“I figured,” he replies with a smirk. “And that’s not a problem. I just . . . I want to see where my Y/N grew up.”

So you lead him to your bedroom and crack open the door.

“Ah,” he muses, eyes scanning the books and framed pictures on your shelves. He holds his hands clasped behind him, like he’s surveying the world’s most interesting artifact. Artifacts tell stories, and you suppose that the novels and photographs and paraphernalia scattered around your room do too. They tell the story of you.

You realize that you’re ready to leave behind those chapters and write new ones. In fact, you’re ready to write a new story entirely: the story of you and Yoongi. A story of two.

“Oh, my goodness,” his fingers fall on a framed picture from your childhood, lifting it up to examine it more closely. His eyes run over its details as they would the fractals of a priceless diamond. “Little Y/N was adorable.”

You grin and plop down on your bed. “More adorable than grown Y/N?”

He puts the photo back in its place and finds a spot next to you on the edge of your bed, stretching an arm around you, forcing you to lean back a little. Your eyes widen at his brashness.

“Of course not,” he answers. “Grown Y/N is adorable, too. But with the added advantage of being unbelievably sexy.”

He blinks his eyes in that innocent way of his, but the color in his irises deepens into anything but innocence. He continues to move towards you, pushing you backwards, downwards. His lips land on your neck, and as they travel down your skin and across your collarbone, he whispers,

“My sexy, smart college graduate. Who will one day be my wife.”

Just when you begin to close your eyes, you hear someone clear their throat.

Your mother stands in the doorway.

“Y/N,” she begins, “it’s time to get ready for your party. The guests will start arriving in about an hour, and your father’s getting ready to fire up the grill. Yoongi, perhaps you’d like to scroll through Y/N’s old baby albums with me?”

Startled, but enthralled at the prospect of seeing more pictures of little you, Yoongi clears his throat and politely responds, “I’d love to.”

He gives your hand a squeeze and then joins your mother in the hallway. Before she leads him into the living room, she ducks her head back in and shout-whispers at you.

“You’re lucky it was me and not your father!”

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As expected, your parents invited the whole neighborhood. People you hadn’t seen in years dotted their backyard. Strangely enough, knowing that they were there for your parents—and not really for you—gave you comfort. It seemed to lower the stakes a bit.

Still, everyone (or almost everyone) made an effort to come and talk to you. All congratulated you on your graduation. Many congratulated you and Yoongi, having heard the news of your engagement. He stuck by your side the entire time, often squeezing your hand, hip, or shoulder as a nonverbal you can do this. And he helped out in conversations whenever he felt he could.

It ended up being quite a nice party, actually. Your parents had strung lights all over the place, and they’d tastefully decorated tables with Hunsaker College’s colors. Your dad had whipped up some delicious grilled meat and vegetables, and the sheet cake your mom had ordered was sweet and satisfying. You ate a sizeable piece, trying not to imagine what it would be like to smash a bit of cake into Yoongi’s face on your wedding day.

When you find yourself alone with him, ducked away in an empty corner of your backyard (in true Yoongi and Y/N style), you take the opportunity to ask him a burning question.

“Hey Yoongs,” you request his attention after taking a sip of your drink.

He lowers his red solo cup and replies, “Yes, my Y/N?”

“What . . . what kind of wedding do you want?” Realizing your forwardness, you hold out a hand and back up a bit. “I mean, I just know you mentioned a wedding in Korea, once. And this party has me thinking about . . .”

“Our wedding?” He prompts.

You nod.

He sets down his drink and grips both your hands in his, holding them close to his chest. “I’d be happy with whatever wedding you want. You’re my bride; if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He stares at you with serious eyes, lowering his chin to look at you squarely. “You know I never ‘just say’ anything. I mean it. Whatever you’d like to do, I’m good with.”

You groan a bit. “There’s just so much to do,” you bemoan, “and no time to do it. You’ve met my family, but I’ve still got to meet yours. We’ve got to decide where to do it, and who all to invite, and what food to serve, and what flowers to get. I’ve got to find a dress that doesn’t make me look like an overweight cupcake-”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs. “You could wear an actual giant cupcake and still be the most gorgeous woman in the world.”

You laugh. “Then I’m tempted.”

“It would be quite the step up from edible underwear,” he quips.

You laugh again, bestowing a light slap on his arm as punishment before leaning in to rest forehead against his. “See? These past few minutes alone with you have been more fun than the entire party. This is all I want. This is all I need. You and me—just you and me. No lights, no sparkles, no glamour. No invitations, no flowers, no ridiculously expensive venue. Just you and me.”

He bats his eyelashes, their softness grazing your skin. “Really?” He asks.

As you look into his gaze, your eyes are clear, your conviction real. “Really.”

“Then . . . I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Do you think your dad would let us borrow the car?”

You furrow your brow. “I mean, he said we could use it to go into town–”

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, I’m thinking of somewhere a little farther.”

You tighten your grip on his hands, commanding his full attention. “Min Yoongi, what’s brewing in that mind of yours?”

“Only the best plan ever,” he smirks. “One that, based on your most recent monologue, you’ll agree with. But there’s one caveat.”

“Oh yeah?” You playfully run your thumb along his shirt collar and draw your face nearer his. “And what’s that?”

He pecks your lips, then turns away from the party, pointing himself towards the house. Specifically, the garage.

“I still want you to wear a wedding dress.”

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kooksbunnnn · 1 year

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Helping Hands - Min Yoongi

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Summary: an innocent intention of helping you with your back pain, turns out to be a breaking point of Yoongi's resistance.

Warning: a very torturing massage (for the masseuse lol), SMUT, unprotected sex (be more sensible than that people), fingering, clit stimulation, oc crying due to overstimulation, YOONGI FUCKS YOUR THROAT, his long fingers making you cum, ass slapping, sloppy kisses, multiple orgasm, slight dirty talk, its basically filth, porn with slight plot, fluff in the end because we love aftercare right?

Words: 3.2k

Rating: 18+

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"Mmh. Fuck yea-"

Okay, this was not a good idea. When Yoongi tried to help, he didn't think it would be this tough. But you were in pain, he couldn't help it. He never felt his fingers shake, especially on a girl. But this? You?!

The muffled voices, the short-relieved moans, and the deep humming were making him go feral. He cant even see your face and he is so glad he doesn't because that would definitely make him give in.

He knows you feel good, fuck, you sound so fucking good. The skin under his hands feels smooth, soft, and biteable. He wonders how he could bite and leave purple marks on the inside of your thighs. Fuck, he would make you writhe on his tongue, make your whole body squirm.

Dammit!? Think of something else Yoongi. Anything!

Jin doing aegyo. Yes. Its works, he just needs to keep thinking about his Jin hyung making cute faces, while he keeps kneading the flesh of your strained waist, without making his crotch touch your ass. Oh, that perfect, round, plum ass.

Fuck.

While he is trying his best to divert his mind, you're being a complete menace. Knowingly or unknowingly you're giving him a boner and it feels so wrong. He can't help it. He is literally hovering over your thighs, with a boner he wants to let go but the sounds, the groans, oh god help him.

He looks at the clock and his eyes widen at how only 4 mins have gone. If only he could've kept his mouth fucking shut.

I could help you with the pain y/n. Trust me.

Fuck his help. He needs it more that you now. He should've called a physiotherapist for fucks sake, when you told him how strained your back is.

Shifting the pressure to your lower back, he kneads the tense spot on the small of your back. Balancing the pressure in his index and thumb fingers he massages it in circular motions.

You groan at the pressure and your thighs rub against each other. He doesn't want to think over the possibility that you might be wet because fuck that would be so hot. He spreads his palm and slightly pushes against the tight muscle, slight jerks against the skin but maybe it was the wrong move because it makes your hand clutch the pillow in a tight fist. "Mmph" you groan, the way you hold the pillow case makes his mind run wild.

"Fucking stop." He growls.

"What happened?"

You try turning over to get up, but he pushes you down with a hand on your neck. Gasping, you turn your head sideways, looking up at him, his eyes were already on you. You feel shivers running up your spine at the darkness visible in his eyes.

"Yoongi? Is everything okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?" You ask with a pout, with feigned innocence in your voice. You're playing dirty.

His lips turn into a sneer and he sees how your lips twitch at his reaction, smirking at this, he asks bending forward a little. "Are you really playing dumb right now?"

He can see through you, the smile you try to keep in, the way your cheeks turn slightly red at his close proximity. Breaths turning ragged slowly. He knew you were up to something, with the amount of sexual tension going on between you two, this was bound to happen.

Being roommates was not very easy for you two, him walking in on you taking a shower, then the shorts resting just below your ass while you cook the breakfast in the kitchen, moving your hips slightly to the tune playing in the background.

It was fucking frustrating.

Later he realized, that you were doing it on purpose after he called the drunken kiss a mistake two weeks earlier. He didn't want to make you feel awkward since you both were roommates. But you were on a damn mission.

He even had to take a cold shower the day before because apparently, you were into popsicles now. Sucking the soul out of it, he wanted to feel your lips around him so much, he wanted you to lick his dick just the way you were licking the Popsicle's tip. He had to hold in a whimper when you made eye contact with him, hollowing your cheeks. How did Joon and Tae not see your ministrations? He doesn't fucking know.

But today? He really wanted to help. You came home late after an overtime shift at the restaurant. He knows how hectic being a chef is because he saw his older brother complain of back aches very often. You were complaining about the no chair policy in the kitchens lately too! So he thought he should help. Well, your plan worked, cause he was gonna fuck the shit out of you.

Chuckling, he sits up and flips you on your back.

"You think you're very slick with this push and pull, huh?"

Your hands automatically try to reach up to him but he hold your wrists and brings them beside your head. Leaning in, he drags your hands against the couch leading them above your head. His warm breath fanning on your skin, making it flush.

"I don't know what you're saying, Yoongi."

Smiling at your devilishly innocent doe eyes, he bites lightly at the apple of your cheeks. You squeeze your eyes shut when he moves his lips to the spot beneath your ear. He bites at your earlobe and you squirm in his hold.

Spreading your legs with his knee he makes himself comfortable between your thighs and its then, when you feel how hard he is. You whimper involuntarily and he chuckles near your ear deeply.

"I wanna fucking ruin you, princess." He says rutting his hips in your clothed core and you gasp. He is not rushing anything. He is very slow with his thrusts, you can feel how hard he is and you wanna rip both your clothes off but damn his strength, he is holding your arms down with one hand.

You feel yourself leak, you feel it ooze out of you making you clench your thighs together but its of no use because min yoongi is nestled between your legs. He ruts into you and arch your back.

"Fuck, yoongi t-touch me, please"

He licks down to your collarbone, biting and sucking in his way. His other free hand comes to your waist, going inside your spaghetti top and you gasp lightly at his cold fingertips.

He comes up and looks into your eyes, your mouth is slightly parted and you shut your eyes in embaressment. His eyes are too observant for you, you feel too vulnerable.

"Ah-ah, sweetie. Keep your eyes on me"

You open your eyes hesitantly, which makes him smile. Leaning down he kisses you softly, lips moving in sync, its so soft that it makes you melt. You're kissing Yoongi, your roommate. The kiss makes you feel like floating and you moan whenhis tongue enters your mouth. So much warmth and overwhelming feelings that your head feels dizzy.

You feel his fingers reach your underboob and you shiver at his touch on your bare chest. He detaches from your lips cursing under his breath, he cups your breast, eyes flicking twice between your face and chest.

Gasping at his fingers rubbing your perked up bud, your back arches slightly and your eyes squeeze again. Suddenly he pinches your sensitive nipple making you moan, "You sound so perfect, baby."

Giving your cheek a wet sloppy kiss, he drags his tongue down your neck slightly loosening his grip on your hands. He leans down and rips the strap on one side of your top, making your boob pop out. Freeing your hands in the process, they fly straight to his head wanting eagerly to touch him.

But he pins them back, getting up suddenly, looking straight into your eyes.

"Hold them still, and keep watching me." He says as he leaves your hands and gets back to your chest. Locking eyes with you he smirks and puts his tongue out. You watch as he uses his long ass tongue to give kitten licks to your perked up buds and your body jerks. His other hand busy rolling your nipple in between his index finger and thumb.

He chuckles at your red face and how flustered you look. The way he licks at your nipple, you feel so exposed. Not that you dont like it, you just feel so open to his eyes and his hungry gaze is making you heat up.

You feel his hand moving from inside your tank top to the waist band of your joggers. He circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple, making shivers travel down your body. Lifting his head, his hand goes inside your pants and panties at the same time cupping your soaked core making you moan.

He rests his forehead against your collarbone with a deep groan. His middle finger parting your folds and you clutch your hair in order to not move your hands. Your stomach twitches at the sensitivity and his deep voice. Breathing shakily, the room is only filled with the sound of deep shaky breathes and groans.

"You're so wet, so warm."

"Y-yoongi please please fuck do somethin- ah!"

He slides his middle finger on your clit raising his head at the same time, locking his eyes with yours. "So fucking greedy." He bites your skin with a growl and you cry out at the sensitiveness all around your body.

His tongue at your collarbones, his fingers on your clit, rubbing you so deliciously, hands under his command, the eye contact and the anticipation of not knowing his next move makes your body shake.

"Yoongi please I need you inside me, please." You gasp because you feel like you're hyperventilating and you might faint if you dont cum anytime soon.

"Do you now?"

He starts rubbing your clit in smaller sharper circles and a moan escapes from the back of your throat, eyes shutting, you feel like your body is on fire.

"Fuck fuck please fucking hell-"

He inserts two of his fingers and latches his mouth on your nipple at the same time. You moan lewdly and he just chuckles around the nipple while he fucks you with his fingers.

Your high pitched 'ah ahs' makes him want to destroy you, he twists his finger in a come hither motion while his thumb rubs at your clit. He sits up and removes your joggers along with your panties. Leaning back down and latching his mouth to the other ignored nipple, renetering you with his fingers as you breathe heavily.

"P-Please make me come fuck, pleasepleasepleas-"

His fingers hit the spongy spot in your walls and he groans. He looks up, as you twist in oversensitivity, rubbing constantly against that one spot which makes you see stars.

He wants to see you, see you come and writhe beneath him. He lifts his face off your boob and grits out, "Eyes on me, if you ever wanna come, baby." You sob as your body arches, he holds your hips down as he works his fingers with his other hand.

"Look at me." He says firmly.

You squeeze you eyes tightly gathering enough strength to make eye contact with him, opening your eyes you look at him and he smiles, watching you through the black bangs covering his eyes, he is so evil. Sitting up, he shifts his weight on his legs and uses the other hand to rub at your clit and the other to fuck against your spot. Your pussy gushes at this and he knows you're close.

Your body tightens and your eyes roll back, he groans at the sight as you clutch your hair with one hand and gripping his wrist with the other.

"F-Fuck yeah. Come all over my fingers, baby. You're fucking soaking."

Your body twitches and whatever he says is white sound to you as you hear your heartbeat in your ear. Your nails digging in his hand, and the other digging in your scalp. You came after so long and you came so much.

You push his hand away at the overstimulation, and close your thighs due to the sensitivity. He leans in to kiss you but its a very brief one because you needed to breathe.

"Fuck, I knew you had good hands." You chuckle breathily and he laughs at your comment.

"You take a minute, princess, cause I am nowhere done with you."

You giggle as you watch him get up. Removing his trousers and boxers to sloppily work up his cock. He strokes it slow and your mouth waters at the sight. His cock is pretty just like him. The prominent vein on his cock makes your tongue come out to wet your lips.

You watch hungrily as he uses his thumb to gather the precum and use it make the strokes easier and sloppier.

"You know?"

He says stepping forward towards you and you sit up on the couch, he comes up and rests his hand on your head, weaving his fingers through your hair. Titling your head, he wipes the wetness on your cheek with his thumb.

"I used to love popsicles"

He uses the same thumb to run over your bottom lip as he pulls it downwards. You open your mouth slightly and he scoffs, stroking his cock with the other hand. You gasp when he grips your hair in a tight grip, wincing at the pain and pleasure combo.

"But fuck them for making me feel so helpless that day." He grits out as he leaves his length to grab your hair in a ponytail, you part your lips and push your tongue out. Scoffing at your face he brings his dick to your mouth and you raise your hand to rest at his thighs.

"Double tap if its too much okay?"

You nod. And he pushes in, groaning at your warmth, "fucking hell, baby" he groans with his eyes shut. You try to control your gag reflex but his length touches the back of your throat and you let out a lewd gag making him moan. He shudders as you roll your tongue around his length brushing against the vein as he pushes back and forth. Pulling back he enters your mouth once again and your eyes tear up when you feel his dick in your throat.

"Yes. Thats it."

He says while gathering your hair and holding them as your eyes let out tears. Your slightly smudged mascara now covering your cheeks in blotches.

"So warm. So fucking warm." He says through his teeth and you relax your throat before swallowing around him.

He moans deeply at that and you feel your cunt clench at the sound. Pulling out, he leans down at your face level and asks, "Are you on the pill?" You nod before taking deep breaths and looking at him through blurry eyes.

He smiles before kissing you, almost falling back on the couch. He kisses you wet and urgently before lifting and flipping you on all your fours. Getting up on the couch, he gets behind you, smacking your ass cheek with a scoff bringing out a moan from you. He parts your legs and brings his fingers to your pussy to rub it in rough circles, making you whine out in frustration.

He chuckles at your impatience and slaps your ass once again. You are about to turn and tell him to please fuck you but you get cut off when he pushes his dick inside you in one smooth thrust. You lose your balance and your head falls onto the cushion giving Yoongi the perfect arch of your back. He puts his palm on your neck and keeps the pressure there as he sets a pace that makes your eyes water, and drool forming in your mouth.

He doesnt say anything, nor could you, the room is filled with pornographic skin slapping sounds and deep groans and moans along with high pitched whines.

Snaking his hand around your waist he pulls you up against himself, the couch cushions making squeaks as he fucks you into oblivion, you whine at the building orgasm and he chases his own high. You clench around him when he wraps one hand around your throat.

He puts more pressure around your neck. Not blocking your air passage and making it hard to breath, just making you light headed.

"Yes. Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. "

His breathy voice makes you clench. His words gritted out of his teeth indicating his climax. You reach your hand around and tug at his hair which makes him growl and reach his hand down to rub at your clit.

Your thighs shake and you cum around his cock with a long and deep moan, making him fall off the edge too. He stills inside you and you fall on the cushions in front of you as he grips your hips while releasing. You both groan at the warm feeling of his cum spurting inside you and he gives two harsh thrusts to milk his cock entirely.

You both stay in the same position panting and heaving until both of your highs go away. Pulling out he winces at the sensitivity and plops down on the sofa with heavy breaths. You turn around half naked with just a half torn tank top on your stomach.

Kicking at his arm playfully, you ask for something to cover you up. "I feel cold, help me out. I cant feel my fucking legs." You chuckle and he smiles at you. You lift your leg again to kick him, but he stops it mid-air and bites your ankle. You laugh at him as he smiles and picks you up in bridal style.

"I am a gentleman, for your information, if you didnt notice it yet."

"Oh I did notice it when you offered me a massage, you softie."

"I will drop your ass down if you say that again." He says playfully, smiling and you laugh along with him.

After getting a nice hot bath, making out for 15 mins in the bathtub, you both change into fresh pair of clothing and play stone paper scissors to decide in whose bed you want to cuddle in. Him being the champion of this game, he won.

Laying in his bed, him spooning you, you whisper. "Yoongi?"

"Mm?" He mumbles.

"You know I like you right?" Your heart beats fast as you say this cause this would get complicated if it turned out to be a one night thing for him, because you actually had feelings.

When he doesnt answer for two seconds, you feel your heart sink and regret starts forming in you, wishing that you didnt provoke him for a meaningless fuck.

"Me too, princess." He mumbles against your ear and you audibly sigh out in relief to which he squeezes you with his hands around your waist, nuzzling his head into your neck, pecking the top of your head. You smile as you feel sleep take over your mind, the warmth of each others bodies making you both fall into a slumber.

The next morning you woke up with not only a sore back, but a lot of sore muscles, but at least it was worth it.

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kimchitaebae · 2 months

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Fuck me up, my boss. • myg

❝Be a good girl and let your boss do whatever he wants to do with his little sluty employee. ❞

➥synopsis: you literally had a crush on your boss. You always tried to seduce him. But it never worked. Until one day your boss couldn't control himself anymore, fucked you, bending you on his desk.

➜pairing: boss! Yoongi x seducer! reader

➜genre: smut, office sex

➜warning: explicit language, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, hair pulling, fingering, humiliation, anal sex, porn w/plot

➜wc: 2.8k

➜pt.1 here

A/n: for my dear readers, sorry to keep you all awaiting. I was busy with my exams and all. So here is the part 2 you all asked for! Thank you for all the support for part 1 ;)

"Yoongi..." You moaned his name while he sucked on your neck trapping you with both of his arms to his office wall. He returned to your face and stared at you while breathing heavily. He then pulled you to his chest by your waist and again started to kiss hungrily. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand slowly traveled to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Your heart started to beat faster as you pushed him a little.

"Wait-..." You placed your hand on his chest while he gazed at you confusingly yet lust was all over his face. "What about the work..?" You asked as you looked at the papers which were scattered around on his desk. He chuckled and held your wrist and kissed it. "It can wait." He smirked a little as he hungrily started to kiss. You tilted your head, touching his nose with yours as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. His hand again started to unbutton your shirt while kissing you hungrily. He dropped the shirt on the ground, pulling you by your waist tightly and started to kiss your jaw. You arched your back, feeling him bit your neck slightly as a moan escaped from your mouth. Your hand went to his hair and gripped on them. "Yoongi..." You moaned as you felt him unhooking your bra.

He stopped kissing you, dropping your bra on the ground. He lowered himself a little, attaching his lips around your soft and hardened nipple. Your mouth went agape and closed your eyes feeling his warm tongue sucking your nipple. You felt his hand going slowly under your skirt and cupped your soaking cunt. Your breathing got heavy as you clutched on his shirt. "So fucking wet for me already." He mumbled against your nipple as you whimpered feeling hid finger circling on your clothed clit. "Fuck me Yoongi... please.." you moaned as he smirked against your nipple. "So greedy.." He stopped sucking on your nipple as he looked at your pleading face. He took off your skirt along with your panty as shivered feeling the cold air hitting your naked body. He gazed at your naked form, bulge hardening against his sweats as you bit your lip.

"Get on your knees." He commanded as you slowly get on your knees. You stared up at him and saw him breathing heavily while looking down at you. "You know what to do baby....now let's start." He spoke grabbing your hair and patted your cheek. Your hand slowly went to his sweats as you pulled it down, revealing his long and thick cock. You heard him sucked on his breath as you touched his mushroom tip which was already leaking of cum. "Fuck..." You heard him cursing as you wrapped your lips around his tip. He whimpered while gripping on your hair tightly while you started to kiss the leaking tip. You darted your tongue around the tip as you looked up at him. You watching him breathing fast, satisfied by the result, finally pushing his length fully inside your warm mouth. "Shit!" He closed his eyes and gripped on your hair with both of his hands. You gagged a little around his cock, feeling the tip reaching your throat, started to suck him fully. You bob your head continuously around his cock, feeling tears perking in your eyes and grabbed his balls and gave them a little squeeze. "Fuck! Aren't you being a slut for my cock! So desperate." He spoke and started to fuck your mouth while you gripped on his thigh. You whined as he started to fuck your throat while gripping on your hair. "Fucking look at me!" He yanked your hair to look at him while you stared at him with teary eyes, mouth is full with his fat cock.

"Taking my cock so well." He patted your cheeks softly and Fucked your mouth continuously. He started to moan a little as he felt himself getting closer. He sped up his move while looking down at you. "Fuck fuck fuck." He finally shoot his seeds inside your mouth, sighing as your closed your eyes, tasting the salty substance. You removed hie cock from your mouth with a pop and showed your mouth which was empty. He smiled a little and slapped his cock on your face, smearing his cum all over your face and lips. "What a pretty girl..." He smiled and caressed your head.

"Now get on your fours on the couch for me baby.." He spoke while you nodded slowly. You got up and went to the couch. You get on your fours, while ass up and face down. You felt him getting closer to you and felt his hand over your ass. You moaned a little feeling his hand fingers running over your soaking slit. You moaned loudly when you felt his finger around your asshole. "Yoongi....not..ngh... there..." You again moaned loudly, feeling his long finger getting pushed inside your warm asshole. "Why not? Be a good girl and let your boss do whatever he wants to do with his little sluty employee. " He pushed another finger, stretching your asshole wide. You gasped as you closed your eyes. " Yes...boss...Yoongi!" You yelped when he pushed another digit inside you. He fucked your asshole by his three fingers as you whimpered feeling yourself getting loose around his fingers. He pumped his finger inside before taking out his fingers. He then grabbed his hardened cock and rubbed it against your hole. "Please boss... Fuck me..." You cried out, wanting his cock to fuck you senseless. "What a geedy hoe- fuck!" He cursed out, pushing his cock inside your asshole as your mouth went agape.

"Fuck...Yoongi...God!" You cried out as you felt him fucking you through your gummy and soaked walls as tears left from your eyes. His cock stretched you more as he fucked you like ragdoll. "What a pretty hole you've got for me! What a slut! Didn't knew the assistant manager of my company is a slut for me hah!" He spoke as your hole gripped around his cock tightly. You gasped for air, eyes rolled back to your head, clutching to the sofa as you felt yourself getting closer. "Fuck! This is what you always talk about me to your bestfriend! To fuck you senseless? Like a idiot?" He grabbed your both hands and pinned them on your back. "I'm cumming...fuck!" You creamed his cock with your cum as you cried out in pleasure. He smirked as he leaned to your ear. "We are not done baby." You yelped, feeling the stinging pain on your ass as he fucked your through your cum. He again slapped your asscheeks as you cried out. "Too much...too much!" You yelped but cut off in midway when he pulled you by your hair to his chest. "Shut the fuck up and take my cock well!" He gripped on your both hands as he dropped you to the couch again and sped up his movements. You yelped when you felt his another hand circling on your clit. "Yoongi..not there! Ahh!" You suddenly squirted all over his finger and cock as he laughed looking at your fucked out state.

You kept squirting all over his cock while he fuck your ass. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He moaned out, feeling himself getting closer. Your hole tightly gripped on hie cock as he shoots his seeds inside you. You breathed heavily as you again cummed while squirting, wetting all over the couch. He leaned to your ear and breathed heavily while pulling out his cock from your ass. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling himself away from you, freeing from his grip, letting you drop yourself on the couch. You breathed heavily, feeling your eyes getting tired and smiled a little, after being fucked out like a idiot.

It was the weekend. You were at his place for an upcoming project for the company. His assistant was still absent due to health issues as he called you. You were the assistant manager at the company. The manager, who was a senior of yours was also away from the city. Because of these reasons he called you for work. But here you are, got fucked like a ragdoll by your crush, your handsome boss. You slowly closed your tired eyes and drifted to Dreamland.

6 months ago..

"Did you heard about our boss's son joining his position?" Your bestfriend Jin asked as you nodded, while staring at your computer. "Yeah I heard. So what?" You spoke. "I heard he is handsome, hot and sexy and really breath taking." He spoke as you finally advert your gaze on him. "So?" "So what?look I'm just excited to see him, okay?" He said as you rolled your eyes. "I really do not care you know. All I care now about my paycheck so I can buy a new purse." You smiled to yourself and stared at the half done presentation for upcoming project. "Yeah, why will you care? Is this because of Jimin?" He asked as you shoot him with your glare. "Please don't bring that bitch." You said, voice getting irritate by the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. "Jin, I'm trying to move on but you suddenly bring him to this conversation?" You said with irritation as he laughed a little. "You can get over him you know. Here is our boss." He pointed at the direction as you looked at the way.

Your eyes went wide, mouth agape, feeling your knees getting weak as you stared at the person who was coming. You all stood up and bowed him while he passed by you. You slowly looked up while he stood in front all employees. "Hello. This is Min Yoongi. Hope we can work together well." He said with a straight face as you felt your cheeks heating up. You heard some gasping and squeals of your female co-workers. But you here you were silently screaming. He finally left the spot and went to the office with his assistant as all of the co-workers sat down on their places. You heard all of their gossips and squeals of your co-workers, already fan girling over him. But you sat silently, still in thoughts.

Jin advert his gaze to you as you watched you going all silent. "Yah! What happened to you?" He shook your body as finally looked at him. "Jin...I guess I just fell in love with Mr.Yoongi."

You, the manager and assistant were called to his office for some discussion. You were literally freaking out to meet him. The manager and assistant were discussing work while you walked with them towards his office silently. You finally reached there as the assistant nocked on the door. You head a voice telling the three of you to come in. You stepped inside the office, eyes drifting towards your handsome boss who was focused in his computer. Your hear started to beat faster as you felt hot. He then looked up from his computer as your breath hitched in your throat. You mentally screamed. He looked so beautiful. You wanted to kiss his pouty lips immediately. Your face grew hot and red as you breathed heavily.

His assistant started to introduce you to him as you bowed infront of him with a smile. His assistant started to introduce the manager to him but his gaze was still locked at you. "Miss Y/N." You jumped a little, hearing his voice calling you. "Y-yes sir." You replied. "Are you nervous?" He asked as your eyes went wide. You immediately shook your head. "No sir. I'm not!" You laughed a little as he nodded. "Well I heard about you quite a lot from my father. Achieving this position is hard but somehow you did. My father was very impressed with you. So I would like you to show me the results that you showed to my father." He explained staring at you as you stared at him in uttered shock. You blinked for some moment as the whole room went quite. "Uhh- yes sir! Sure! I'll try my best!" You bowed again as you smiled nervously while he nodded.

Days passed by as you started to work harder to impress your boss. You prepared the presentations for meetings and present them with a lot of courage infront of your boss. While doing that work, you started to wear your tight skirts. Yes you tried to seduce your boss. You tried for whole six months but you didn't got any response. So you slowly started to wearing them often from daily.

On the other hand, things were not really going well with Yoongi. He was having a hard time. With you. His eyes were at you from the day he stepped inside to the work place. You caught his attention. He started to want see you a lot. He wanted you. He was crushing over you a little. But the day came, when you started to wear tight skirts often, showing your curves. He was having a hard time with you. Your sudden appearance made a huge impact on him. During meetings, you would present the presentation while he would struggle. Struggle with the bulge inside his trousers. He wanted to fuck in the spot, bending you on the desk and fuck you like a bitch ok heat in front all of his employees. He wanted to do a lot of things to you. He would watch your pretty lips moving. He wanted to kiss those lips or smear his cum on your lips. He would watch your pretty face laughing and smiling widely. He wanted to see your fucked out expression on your face while he fuck you. He watched your hips swaying around. He wanted to grip on those hips and fuck you from behind. He would watch your naked neck. Fuck. He wanted to paint all his marks on your neck. He wanted to do a lot of things. But the day wasn't so far. You bending on his desk while he fucked you from behind. God he really loved the scene. He didn't wanted to let you go anymore. He wanted to keep you to himself. He also called you to his house only to see you. He was desperate. He was desperate for your touch. He wanted to feel you again and again. He wanted to make you his.

You woke up by the sunlight hitting your face. You slowly sat up and looked around the surrounding. then you remembered. You felt soar all over your body. You looked at your body and it was covered with a tshirt. You then smelled something delicious. It was food. You slowly got up from the bed as you walk to the direction where the smell was coming from. You made your way to the kitchen and saw Yoongi cooking. You made your way to near to him. "Sir..." You called out as he looked at your way. "oh you woke up! Sit down. I made you something breakfast. " He calmly said as you nodded and sat down at the kitchen counter. Soon he served breakfast infront of you and sat down opposite to you. You looked at him and smiled nervously. "Eat up." You nodded with a smile as you slowly eat the breakfast. Your eyes went wide as you gasped a little. Yoongi stared at you curiously waited for your reply. "Sir this is so good!" You said as you again took a bite of his food. He watched you, eating and smiling as his heart melted in warmth. "Y/N" He called you. "Please don't call me Sir. Call me Yoongi. I like it when you call me by my name." He said staring at you as you locked your eyes with his. Your smile slowly curled up to a big one as you slowly nodded. Your face started heat up as you felt your heart beating faster. You looked down to your food and ate silently while smiling widely.

Yoongi watched your expression as his heart thumped against his chest. He watched you eating hid food while smiling widely. Your hair was falling to your face while the ray of sun hit your face. Your whole face started to glow. His lips curled up to a small smile. "Cute." He muttered.

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➳ She's too innocent for his tastes. But it's only a matter of time before he can turn that pure mind into a dirty one.

«Kim Taehyung keeps on sending flowers to your twin sister's grave.»

"I promise I would never leave you, not in a million years."

"Stop lying, Yoongi. Why promise me a million when you don't even live a hundred years?"

"What if I say I do?"

A cliché story about Min Yoongi who fell in love with his human, you. Because, why not?

"You don't have to see love Darling, you feel it. When you feel it you will know, because you would rather die than live a day without it."

Y/N Han works as a daycare worker from morning till noon. One day, she received a new kid to take care of and unknown to her that the kid's father is actually a very dangerous mafia leader that everyone goes by RM. And when RM laid his eyes on his daughter's daycare teacher he's obsessed instantly.

❝I wish we could've met a totally different way. I hate to admit it, but I won't deny it...

I wish you would fall for me the way I feel I'm falling for you. If only.❞

❝No one ever expected it to be me,❞ Hoseok smirks chillingly. ❝I'm the one with the sweet smile.❞

What's a "love story" without a little darkness?

Yours Truly

JJK

❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞

- In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class.

In which, Min Yoongi, a lonely wolf who fell in love with his own mate's little sister, you.

''I'll turn your software into hardware''

"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!"

"Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me."

"Watch where you're putting your hands, Agent Love."

In which a love genie who sucks at names and a renegade government agent are put together.

He was a patient man.

He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved. He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him. Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.

Until the sunshine he had waited became you.

In which a girl has a big crush on the basketball player, min yoongi but she has a secret admirer who has been giving bottles of banana milk with sticky notes every day to her.

"If someone loves you, they'd never put themselves in a position to hurt you."

The story of a man who abandons his wife and son to be with his mistress in a foreign country. However, his world is turned upside down when he receives news that his son has fallen ill with a rare and life-threatening illness.

☁︎FUCKBOY | BFF!Yoongi X Reader | Side : JHS X Reader | Author :

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"It's me or that fuckboy, so choose."

"I'll make you feel so good, my pretty"

In which y/n is too innocent for the kinky bad boy Jeon Jungkook

When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover that there's much more to their relationship than what meets the eyes.

they both loved him

but he only loved one of them.

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Pretty Please?~

<Babygirl series> [1]

JJK (JEON JUNGKOOK) ONESHOT SMUT.

⚠️ WARMING: DO NOT read if you are not used to smut and mature content or if you are not an adult.

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Loving you right seven days a week.

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She put the hot chocolate cup on the coffee table after taking a sip from it and sighed in satisfaction. A clicking sound came as the main door opened and a manly voice sighed in tiredness. "I am home, babe." He stepped inside and took off his shoes, putting them on the rack.

He rushed inside towards her and lay on the couch rested his head on her chest and slid his hand inside her top, grabbing her breast and massaging it lightly, trying to let his stress out by being close to her.

She smiled and caressed his hair. "How was your day at practice, baby?" He smiled as he closed his eyes while feeling her nipple touching his palm he squeezed her breast gently and hummed. "Hm, as usual, it was just so tiring.

I always just feel like I could just touch and press against your soft skin." She chuckled lightly as she cupped his cheek and made him look at her as his hand was still on her breast, squeezing and massaging lightly to be stress-free after being tired by his practice. "You are doing great, Kookie. Don't overwork yourself, okay?"

He was silent for a while and sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah, it's just I want the best for us both in the future." He stared at her lips and then licked his lips quickly. She raised her eyes and ruffled his hair lightly. "You have the next practice session, right? When is it?" By seeing him staring at her lips, she knew what he was thinking.

He gave a quick glance at her eyes and again looked at her lips. "Um, yeah in an hour." His voice was getting a bit deeper and fingers slowly teased her nipple while looking at her.

"Jungkook, I know what you are doing baby, we just did it the morning before you went for your practice, you were like 'I will miss you, baby, I need it.' What will you do if I will just not be in your life anymore?" She scolded him and his hand's grip tightened on her breast as his jaw clinched at her last sentence.

"Fucking dare say that again baby, or you will be cumming all day." Her heart pounded in her ribcage when she heard him say that and sighed and gave a sweet peck on his forehead, he looked down at her body, slowly sliding up her top. "What are you doing? You know you have your practice session in a while, you will get late like this."

She held his wrists to stop him and he looked up and gave her a lustful glare. "Oh stop me if you can." He smirked and moved closer and pinned her wrists above her head and her eyes widened by his aggressiveness all of a sudden. He traces his index finger on her jaw. "I've heard you are having a salsa dance for your next performance this week?" He poked his inner cheek, clearly showing his regular expression as if he was jealous.

"Who is that guy you are dancing with?"

She gulped and took a deep breath, her heart was going crazy inside her ribcage and her hands fist a bit as his hands were pinning her wrists above her head. "Jungkook, he is a normal guy and yeah he has a girlfriend. You know baby, there is nothing between us or will never happen when I love you." She was staring directly into his eyes, all his eyes screamed jealousy and lust with a mix of possessiveness and love. He shook his head,

"Oh baby, did I ask that? I. Asked. Who. He. Is. I didn't ask if I trust you or not." His jaw tightened as his hands also tightened around her wrists, he leaned and his other hand moved on her chin, gripping on it lightly and titled it as he pressed his lips on her jaw, up her neck, kissing her soft spot hungrily and possessively.

"I trust you, but not other guys." He finally completed his sentence and her lips parted as he gripped the skin of her neck between his teeth gently, marking on there.

She knew he was getting jealous and just putting those marks to show others that she was taken. "Ah- um, S-Seokmin." She shuttered and he teased her neck area with his kisses and love bite. "Hm okay, just tell me if he does anything to my baby girl, okay? And if he even touched my baby girl inappropriately, he would be messing with the wrong guy."

He said in a low voice and moved his hands unhooked her bra and took off her top, now her upper body was naked in front of his hungry eyes, he was trying not to let the animal inside him take over all the control. "Um, Jungkook you will get late for your practice." She bit her lower lip and his breath ragged as her heart pounded seeing him staring at her breast,

"Fuck baby, why are you always too beautiful to resist? Huh?" He swallowed hard, gliding his hands all over her body which was so beautiful and gorgeous in his eyes, and again met her gaze, "No way I will not fuck you every single day, even twice a day." He moved closer and whispered and his hands cupped her breasts. Her eyes widen, "No way baby, it's too much!" She whined and he laughed at her cute whining,

"For me, it will still not be enough." He smirked as his hand moved down and took off her shorts and rubbed her clit with his thumb through her pantie, and she gasped lightly, "Jung... Jungkook you have a practice session, you will get late like this." She tried to pull away but his hand was tight on her wrists and he smirked wider,

"Oh no, I need to fuck that tight little pussy, jerk off and leave my cum inside as if I am writing my name there forever. And as for the practice, I promise I will make this quick and that's it." He moved lower and took off her pantie too.

"Now be my good baby girl and spread your legs and show your pussy to your dearest boyfriend." She looked at him and gulped, biting her lower lip harder. "But-" She was about to say something but he cut her off by spreading her legs himself after hearing 'but' from her and she closed her eyes tightly. He placed his two fingers over her folds and spread her folds, he was getting hard in his pants as he looked up at her with hooked eyes.

"Please let me get inside, my baby girl?" His calling to her, pleading and his fingers on his folds made her more wetter for him. She reluctantly nodded his head and leaned back on the couch. "But be quick, okay?" His lips break out with a lustful bright smile as he hears her and his hands rush over the bottom of his jeans he takes off his jeans and includes his boxers, exposing his hard length and positioning himself near her pussy.

"You know what baby? I was just thinking about you in the practice room. Yeah, we did this, this morning but I was feeling like being inside of you forever."

He gazed directly into her eyes, and she gripped his shirt tightly he entered inside her and she gasped. Both of their hearts were pounding inside their chests crazily.

"Fuck." He groaned as he started moving inside her tight hole, stretching her with his huge size and she gasped, the slapping of wetness and the sound from their parted lips filled the living room, he started moving faster and leaned over her, capturing her lips on his, making their moans collide just how their body were colliding.

"Jungkook..." She moaned his name against his ear and he started moving faster hearing that and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and pulled her up and now she was on top of his and his legs were folded back. He thrust upwards, filling her more and they moaned louder together.

"I'm... So fucking close.." He growled lightly and thrust harder inside her and held her close to him as she gasped louder than before when he released his cum inside of her. They were breathing heavily and he was buried deep inside her, emptying himself.

He slowly pulled out of her and it made a light wet sticky sound, he gazed down, his cum was dripping out of her as he was breathing heavily, and her lipstick was smudged, all was so sexy in his eyes as he pulled her close to his chest "Thank you, so much baby." He whispered in her ear and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek and she smiled. "Why do I need to thank, kookie? You know it is yours, forever."

She made him chuckle lightly and he ruffled her hair and took a blanket from the edge of the couch and wrapped it around her and he stood up wearing his clothes back. Her breathing got normal as he looked at him, dressing.

"Okay, I am getting late. I need to rush!" He looked at the clock on his phone and looked back at her and smiled fondly and affectionately and leaned to give her a quick peck on her lips and she blushed lightly and smiled. "Bye, baby." She said in a soft voice and he smirked.

"Just let me come back, and I definitely have no intention to let you sleep tonight, bye baby girl!"

He had already rushed out, and she didn't even get the chance to even protest back she leaned on the couch and blushed while smiling thinking about what just happened between them.

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The Guy On The Floor Downstairs

PART 5

Words: 2.9k

Genre: Romance/Slice of Life

Pairing: Idol Neighbour!Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: The brewing bond has already come a long way and with the numerous obstacles that life has begun jeopardizing you with, Yoongi seems to be the only respite.

Idea of the Chapter: Mundane does not have to be disappointing and home doesn't have to be a place.

A/N: A short chapter to ensure that I have not stuck true to my disappointments and kept up with the series, determined to get to the end of it. I'm not quitting halfway again, ever.

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"Can I ask a quick question?"

"No."

"Please, just one-"

"Just one."

I grinned at Yoongi who was busy stirring whatever he was cooking. Bottomline, it smelled delicious when I came in and so I shamelessly stayed to devour some of the goodness he was cooking.

"Why is your company not asking you to return or making you return? They had to have found out your whereabouts."

He didn't reply for a while and it got me taking a few steps back. I always set my own boundaries but somehow I am always tiptoeing around his. The last thing I consciously wanted to be was being invasive. Not knowing what to do, I decided to change the subject.

"I have applied for a few companies, sent them the best of my portfolio of lyrics."

"You did?"

His reply made me heave a muted sigh but I could tell his mind wasn't really with his words.

"Yeah. I have no idea when they'll contact me though. Any idea what happens usually?"

He finally stopped stirring the broth and cheekily smiled at me, "are you asking for insider information?"

"Wha- No! I didn't even apply to your company."

His smile dropped a little but his eyes were still gleaming so I knew we were alright and thankfully too because my stomach couldn't be quiet with just the aroma of his dish anymore.

"Why didn't you? They pay nice. Now, at least."

"I didn't think I would stand a chance."

He poured the soupy dish into two small serving bowls and I almost pouted at how small it was but then I remembered where and with who I was. I couldn't stuff my face with my bias from BTS sitting at the same table.

I continued watching him, ignoring the fluttering in my guts, as he gently placed the bowls on the small table right in front of the kitchen then followed it up with some rice. Once he was done placing everything, I moved towards the table like a drunk firefly with erratic movements until I dropped into the seat before him.

"Thank you for the food but what is this? Smells amazing, by the way."

Yoongi looked very sternly at me and I recoiled into my seat. Should I have known? It had to be something really obvious and only a fool won't know-

"Offcut steak with superfluous broth."

He stirred the broth in the bowl while I tried to process the name but nothing came up. A moment passed like that until like a lightbulb, it occured to me, "did you just make up that name?"

Yoongi coughed a little, cleared his throat and swallowed the rice, "not at all. What do you even think of me?"

"A lot of things. But did you just make up a fancy name for… leftovers? Really?"

Yoongi really picked up his spoon and pointed it at me, "You wanted to eat. Eat quietly."

It felt like a Deja Vu at first but then I finally realised why the image felt familiar. I, of course, couldn't forget the classic of Yoongi threatening with a spoon from Run BTS even though it had been years. Yoongi had no idea what triggered my laughing fit so he blinked patiently for me to explain but when I did, he squinted as if to think.

"Which episode? I did that?"

"No, I did. Dummy. Wait, I'll show you the episode after this."

When the dishes were washed after a few gratitude laden refills and the first bottle of soju was opened, we were both nestled on his couch to watch Run BTS and my favourite moments of favourite episodes. It was comical how Yoongi laughed with me as if he was seeing it for the first time too when it was him and his members he was seeing.

The night had grown quiet. That much we realised when the nth video ended and our laughter ceased. Smiles adorned both of our faces but his eyes looked dazed. I couldn't help but wonder how much he missed them and if I had progressively made it worse for him. He clearly had plans with the shift but with all the nostalgia, it was easier to be distracted.

"So," I began, wanting to ease his mind if it had begun to fall into a pothole, "how is your progress coming along?"

He shrugged, "There is hardly any. I have some samples but I don't know what vibe I am going for."

"Have you thought of lyrics? That might give you some inspiration to work with the samples."

His lips curved up before the intense sparkle in his eyes were directed at me, "I have been thinking for a while. Lyrics are the best of Namjoon's forte. Not getting any aid from him is not making me confident in finalizing it."

There was a soft chatter outside his apartment and the sound of footsteps. It was vague but it brought me onboard the ship of reality. His world was so vast, I hardly knew what to say. I couldn't even begin to fathom the depths of his dedication towards his work when I was struggling to look for work myself. No matter how many days passed, I couldn't deny that it wasn't his place to be in the shabby apartment; he and I will always be worlds apart.

"Have you thought about," I paused to pick at my nails, buying some time before I had to let out the heavy curiosity laced with something more complex, "returning?"

I couldn't look at him. I couldn't imagine him thinking about it even. I couldn't imagine the raging storm in the pits of my stomach if I had to see his windows dark and doors ready to open to a new resident. But the pessimist in me knew that it was all temporary, my worst imagination would have to come true someday; only the day seemed sooner by each ticking minute.

"No. I haven't."

My head snapped to him so quick an embarrassingly loud crack could be heard, "What? Why?"

He met my intrigued stare head on with that gentle, reassuring smile, "I came here looking for a muse. I need to really appreciate my muse before I do anything anymore."

With that he got up and stretched his arms in short, quick motions while I remained seated and dumbfounded at his evaded answer.

"Muse? What is your muse then?"

"You have an interview tomorrow. You should get your portfolio ready."

"You can't kick me out like this," I couldn't help but reform the pout. The last thing I wanted to do was whine about answers to him.

"I'm not."

"Just tell me–"

"Not happening."

"Some hints, at least?"

"Nope."

"Okay I'll list things just say yes when I–"

"That's a crazy idea, no-"

Even when I had listed everything that crossed my mind in the next few hours, his muse remained undiscovered and with each declined name, the curiosity was insatiable. At one point, when the only sound was a dog barking in the distance, I leaned back into the cushion and sighed in annoyance as Yoongi hummed occasionally and strummed his guitar.

"Fine. I'll get going."

He nodded but kept on with his ministrations as I closed the door to his room. I couldn't help but grasp bits and pieces of his tune and think of how familiar it sounded, almost like opening up a nostalgic vault of my heart. But I was out cold the moment my head hit the pillow so there wasn't much time to think.

Trudging up the stairs, I couldn't wait to discard the suffocating dress I chose to wear for that lame excuse of an interview. There wasn't even an actual songwriter position in the company. They pretty much wanted an assistant who can also write up some fancy words on their whim. They also didn't "know yet" if the salary would be based on projects or weekly stipends.

"Neighbour!"

I knew halfway through my turn that it wasn't Yoongi who called for me but nonetheless I had an idea of who it was.

"Long time no see," I smiled at my floor neighbour with actual amusement for a change, "I almost had to think if I knew you."

"You're one to say, huh," he stopped in front of me with a big smile. Choi Sungjae has always been a sight for sore eyes. He was my first friend in the neighborhood and we actually met in the local market without even knowing he lived in my apartment building.

"Hey now I've been going in and out frequently and I haven't seen you either, so I am more validated right now," even as I continued speaking I couldn't brush off an eerie feeling of being watched, the paranoia sent shivers down my spine.

"We should really hang out soon. What do you say, should I stock up on snacks?"

"I would love that actually. This time I can show you my recipe collection too."

We shared a laugh and as he bid me goodbye before going downstairs, I couldn't forgo the intensity of that feeling of being watched just increase. The sound of Sungjae's footsteps slowly faded and I was left in the intimidating silence of the building. Shaking my head at my own intrusive thoughts, I moved to go up to my floor when my eyes, out of instinct, flicked to Yoongi's door and I had to muffle a scream.

The door was cracked open and from the darkness inside, there was a pair of eyes stuck on me, unmoving and so dark it made me take another step back. Was this my sleep paralysis demon making a reappearance? I almost sprinted up further to my home but stopped in time to watch the door completely open. The sight made my jaw drop.

Yoongi stood at the doorway like a statue possessed by a century old ghost. His eyes narrowed to mere slits that were sharp enough to cut through my resolve. His black hoodie and black sweats blended with the darkness in his apartment as he continued glaring at me.

"Tell me now if you are possessed," my words echoed through the floor and my eyes almost caught the slight twitch of his lips but he was quick to school his mind and returned to a stone.

I knew he wasn't possessed but he was bothered about something I couldn't quite understand. So I padded over to his door to stand in front of him but he was quick to move aside. Raising my eyebrows at his two faced attitude, I removed my heels and let my feet rest into the warm slippers placed by the door.

Hearing the door close behind me, I turned on the lights to finally make the place look less scary and more humane. Yoongi shuffled behind me and I couldn't control my snarky comment, "You know if you are a vampire really, do you know how many fanfictions might come true?"

He huffed under his breath and stomped, adorably, to the couch.

"Who shoved a stick up your ass? Why are you all grumpy?"

"You were really quick to catch up with your friend there. You know, you should have invited him up to your place too. Make him some coffee and chill on your balcony," his tone was of nonchalance, as if he was suggesting out of the kindness of his heart but I knew for a fact, he was mocking the life out of me and I had no idea why.

But one thing was for sure, "So you were the one creepily watching me!"

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"No."

"Yes!"

He glared at me again while I tried to suppress my laughter.

"I was about to go get my mail but I saw it was a party for two outside my place so I waited till you friend," he gritted out the 'friend', "left to open the door."

"That still doesn't explain why you stood like a ghost at the door. I almost had a heart attack," I went to sit on the couch on the other side of him.

"I wasn't doing anything. I didn't even call you back when you were leaving after catching up with him on my floor, before my door."

"So you are annoyed because we were talking outside your door? I mean, we weren't that loud."

"No you were fine and bright like the sun. Be that happy when you hang out with him and give him your 'recipe collection' too. Have fun, go," he turned away from me and I lost my resolve, erupting into a thunderous fit of laughter.

"So," I took deep breaths trying to form the sentence "you are mad because I'm hanging out with him? Don't tell me you are jealous, Min Yoongi."

His eyes widened then shrunk back to slits and he got up and stormed to the kitchen shouting, "I'm not a jealous man and there is nothing to be jealous of here," but I knew I got him right so I followed him to the kitchen.

"You know, I would have come to visit you anyway. I was going to change because of this dress," I pointed to the shit show I was wearing and for the first time since I entered, I watched his eyes run from my head to toe and back, "I need to get it off and pack it away for the trash."

"I don't believe you. How did the interview go?"

I narrated the day's disappointments to him while he hummed here and there but did not comment for the most part. When I was done, I waited for him to say something, anything. But instead, all I got was, "Are you hungry?"

There was a nagging disappointment in my stomach but I couldn't forego his concern about my weakness: my hunger, of course. So I shook my head and awaited his urgency to cook something but instead he just smirked at me with an infuriating mischief sparkling in his eyes, "Then you should go eat some snacks exclusively stocked for you."

It took me a moment to catch his implication but when I did, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "You are being petty now. Don't you have some leftovers from yesterday?"

"Are you hanging out with me because of food?"

"You caught me."

He glared at me but his face morphed into another smirk, making my stomach lurch into that thrilling sequence, "And here I thought I would let you hear the track I drafted today. Too bad–"

"I am your huge fan, sir. You are my bias, my bias wrecker, my ultimate bias–"

Yoongi tried to school his expression but ended up shaking with chuckles as I continued to comically fluster him with whatever compliment I could until his eyes fluttered closed as he laughed telling me to stop.

I could feel the blood rushing through my body and my face heating up as I watched him clutch his stomach, something must have been funnier to him than anticipated but no way I was complaining. It still was unbelievable to me that the man who was rolling in fits of laughter in front of me was someone I used to scream for at the screens, someone who had always been untouchable even in dreams. So if it was all an elaborate lucid dream, I didn't know what I would do when I woke up.

I had no idea what the next day would be like but one thing was for sure, the guy on the floor downstairs was impacting my life way more than I could ever imagine.

**I've probably used this GIF before but it doesn't matter. I mean, look at him. I can't even–

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emerald-notes · 2 years

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Sleepy Cats

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Female Reader

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"What are you doing here?" Yoongi asked eyeing the pillow and blanket on my hands, as I stood in front of his studio door.

"I can't sleep alone." I said.

Yoongi walked up to me and grabbed the pillow from my hands, "You can't sleep in here."

"Didn't you hear what I said?" I pouted, "Yoongi, I'm not going to sleep alone. Now, either you come to the bed with me or I sleep here on the couch while you work."

Yoongi sighed and nodded, "alright!"

I prepared my bed on his studio couch and lied down. Yoongi, putting on his headphones, went back to his work.

"How heartless!" I thought.

After what seemed like a tormenting hour of tossing and turning, I walked up and stood behind him long enough for him to notice me.

He pulled back his headphones, "What now?"

"Come lie with me till I sleep." I demanded.

"Please go back to the bed. I told you, didn't I? You can't sleep in here." He ignored me again and turned back to his screen.

I grabbed the Shooky plushie from his table and went back to the couch. Yoongi glanced back at me. I held Shooky tightly on my arms and closed my eyes shut forcefully.

"Make some space for me, please." I looked up and saw Yoongi standing beside me.

We were squeezed in the little space of the couch. I rested my head on his chest while he slowly caressed my hair. Hearing his heartbeat was really soothing.

"Don't stress yourself too much." Yoongi whispered in my ears.

I let out a chuckle, "Look, who's giving me advise about relaxing!"

Yoongi smiled and pulled me into a tighter embrace, "Now close your eyes and go to sleep."

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Misunderstandings Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: 2.482

Genre: Working together au. Cold Playboy au. Future something.

Warning: This story contains strong language and spicy scenes. be aware before reading it.

Y/N POV

"how are you feeling... about seeing him tonight?" Josie asked between sips of her margarita, she was sitting in my bed while I was looking for what to wear later today for the tonight show. I had told her about what happened between Yoongi and I and she was intrigued.

"I feel fine, is work. That was just a one time thing, It was nothing." I continue looking around my wardrobe unable to finding something I like. All I could think about was Yoongi, I had been avoiding him when possible and acting like nothing happened when I actually saw him. I didn't understand his change in behavior that morning, I felt like crap and was unable to focus on my job for a couple of days. He clearly was acting like it meant nothing so I decided to try and move on. I was going to do my job as best as I could, He would leave soon and soon after it would be a distant memory.

Josie walks to my closet moving me aside and hands me an outfit. She smiles softly at me.

"You are forgetting I know you. You don't sleep around and certainly not with a guy you just met. You like him and what happened is not nothing. The sooner you admit that to yourself, the sooner we can come up with a plan."

"I have nothing to admit" Josie exhales heavily hearing my words so I continue "..Okay.. lets say I like him! there is nothing I can do about it, He is leaving in 3 weeks and is currently acting like I don't exist."

"Plenty of time. You are gorgeous, he is a guy and Jealousy can work wonders. Now get ready, I got a plan." she smiles widely at me and sits back in the bed with her phone in hand. I love her confidence and she is almost always right but I have doubts about this one. Yoongi is not someone you can easily play mind games with.

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A couple of hours later I was at The Rockefeller Center for The tonight Show , I had gotten there early to make sure everything was ready in the private waiting room waiting for min Yoongi to arrive and the filming to start. I stare at myself mirror and admire Josie's work. She picked a short red flowy dress paired with a large black blazer buttoned up to cover it until I got to the after party. Simple black heels, soft red lips and my dark wavy hair tied methodically in a bun I would have to undo once we were heading to the party.

Before Yoongi went in for the interview we practiced a couple of times in the waiting room, I caught him looking at my lips a few times but pretended like I hadn't.

I watched the interview from backstage, the way he sometimes moved his hand through his hair, made me have flashbacks of that night we spent together, of the way I moved my hand through his hair while he was going down on me. -DONT THINK ABOUT IT, NOT NOW, NOT HERE- I mentally yelled at myself.

Once Yoongi finished the interview and performance he came back to the waiting room looking godly with that smirk he gets every time he performs, licking the corner of his mouth and panting slightly, a bit of sweat on his forehead making some of his hair strands wet... me along with them just at the sight of him. I snap out of my thoughts and I notice everyone collecting their things and preparing to leave.

I made sure so sit in the back of the SUV so I could get time to fix myself on the way there. I opened my blazer and placed it on my shoulders and let my long wavy hair down. I fix my make up and prepare to put the plan in action. Josie had instructed me to have a first short interaction with Yoongi once we arrived at the party, just to get his attention and then move on to find a guy to flirt with and proceed to have some fun, she said the rest would develop.

The SUV stops at the private entrance and while everyone gets off it, I wait a couple of seconds to calm my nerves and then do the same. -wish me luck- I say preparing myself mentally.

While walking through the entrance door a guy from Yoongi's team spots me "Woah Nuna... You look so good"

I smile thankful and notice Yoongi's eyes are on me, mouth slightly open while scanning me from top to bottom. I purposely use that moment to take my blazer off and hand it to the coat check girl, revealing my shoulders and the back of my dress.

I walk towards Yoongi, my heart racing a bit from the way he is looking at me. I find my calmest voice "You did great there." I show him a kind smile "Enjoy the party." I walk towards the bar feeling his eyes still on me. -First Contact made-

Its been an Hour since we got here, I left my blazer at the teams table and I've been dancing with Nate for a while, we met at a different event some time ago, he is very handsome, fun and flirty which is exactly what I need right now.

While I was dancing with Nate I had noticed Yoongi talking to a girl closely and smiling at her, sometimes her hand touching his arm and it didn't seem to bother him, that had triggered some jealousy out of me, he had been looking at Nate and I dancing a couple of times but seemed unbothered. I wonder what he felt. Now at the bar I give a glance towards the table and see the team dancing but he isn't there anymore, she isn't there anymore either. I start looking around wondering if maybe they left together and the thought of him with another girl just made my chest hurt.

Nate catches my attention passing me a shot of tequila I seriously needed. I need to get my head out of Yoongi and focus on having fun. Maybe if I sleep with Nate whatever it is I feel for Yoongi is going to pass. I down another shot and while dancing with Nate I signal the bartender to pour us two more shots, I dance sexily against his chest, we are making eye contact and his hands starts moving around my hips and his nose is tracing my neck. When I grab the next shot I feel my hand grabbed and my body pulled abruptly from Nate's. My shot has disappeared from my hand and when I look at who is grabbing my hand, my body freezes.

Yoongi chugs down the shot and I can sense some anger in his movements "I think you had enough drinks and I had enough of this show" he says nodding towards Nate and I. I wasn't wrong, his voice gives out some anger. He gives Nate a mean look and I try to pull my hand away from his but stop when he grunts. "Don't test me!"

I signal a worried looking Nate that its okay to leave me alone with Yoongi and once he is gone I decide to confront Yoongi on his behavior.

"That was my shot." I state with a serious tone.

"You didn't need it." he laughs if off with a smug face. He seems calmer now that Nate is gone.

"Is this a game to you?" My voice exasperated. "We have sex then you ignore me for a week, now you come here stealing my shot and cockblocking me like nothing happenedㅡ"

He closes the space between us pulling me towards him surprising me when I bump against his chest, his breath on my neck and his hand playing with the hem of my dress, making me very aware of how short it is. "Oh come on. I just wanted a shot and you happened to have one" he looks into my eyes and smiles shrugging his shoulders. Goosebumps spreading around my body when i feel the cool tip of his fingers gracing my skin.

"whatㅡ" I shake my head trying to get some clarity. Taking my hand away from him I pass him the second shot that was meant for Nate "Fine. Enjoy this one too. I will go find Nate, I'm sure he wont be a jerk after we fuck."

Anger reappears on Yoongi's ayes but I don't stay around for long. Once I see where Nate is standing I start walking straight towards him. When I am about to reach Nate, Yoongi grabs my arm and pulls me through set of curtains.

"Yoongi What the fuck?" My scream slightly covered by the loud music.

"What did you say in there?" he signal towards the room past the curtains. We are now standing in one of the private VIP rooms. It has dark drapes, a table and some sort of couch.

"Nothing. I said Nothing" My voice mustering strength, his hand is still wrapped around my arm tightly and I am trapped between the table and his body. He seems enraged.

"Oh nono, please repeat what you said in there. Something about fucking Nate?" His voice daring.

My god this man is driving me crazy but if he wants to play, I can play too. " I Simply stated a fact. Why? Jealous?"

He smirks and his hand drops to my thighs and he starts making his way to my middle. Lust taking his angers place. "Just so we are clear. Nobody Is touching you tonight except me." His words like a threat and his mouth drops to mine then he ravages me with a short but passionate kiss. "Turn around and bend over" Confusion covers my eyes searching his face for any sign that he might be lying but find none so I do as I'm told. He spreads my legs and my core already wet as excitement rushes through my body! I can feel his hardened member against my core while he trails kisses around my back and starts pulling my dress up to my waist then takes my thong off . His hand caressing my thighs and making their way to my core. His fingers start to play with my clit and move around my folds. A moan escapes my lips and he takes that moment to insert tow fingers inside of me. "Yoongi...What if someone walks in?" I question I between moans. "I don't care." His tone gives me a rush of adrenaline because I actually don't think I care either, my orgasm was building and I just wanted to feel him inside of me, the idea of someone walking in on us was exiting. "I want you inside of meㅡ. Please Yoongi." His hands working magic in my core. "Do you?... I thought you wanted Nate" I could sense some anger in his voice at the mention of Nate's name and the idea that he could possibly be jealous made it all worth it. "NO.. I want you. I want to come on your dick. Yoongi pleaseㅡ" I start then I reach my orgasm mid begging. It was glorious and while I'm trying to settle my breathing I feel the tip of his dick rubbing against my core and I push my butt back to meet him, to feel him more. "My Greedy little whore" those words send a warm chill through me and I feel my orgasm build all over again. He pushes himself inside of me and I can help but yelp at the sensation of his big thick length stretching me out! He doesn't wait for me to adjust to his member before he starts thrusting and I thank him for it. I needed this. He spanks my ass but then stops gets out of me abruptly earning an unhappy groan from both of us at the sudden separation and my eyes fly open thinking that maybe we've been caught but instead he spins me around to face him. "I want to look at you. I want to see your face while you come on my dick" His voice sounds desperate as he sits me on the table I was bent over against a few second ago. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips to the edge of the table and towards him then fills me once again with his perfect member. The music is loud but we can hear each other panting and moaning, his hand is in my hair while mine are in his and he is burying himself inside of me fast and hard, we kiss like our life depends on it and I wish for this moment to never end. Both our orgasms are building and a couple of thrusts later I feel him twitch and we are both coming undone while his forehead falls on my shoulder!

"I'll hold onto those" Yoongi smirks while putting my thong on his pants pocket then gives me a small kiss on the lips. I look at him, wanting to ask a simple question -what does this mean?- but I find that the words won't leave my mouth. we finish fixing ourselves and He looks at me for a few seconds before his mouth opens to say something but he closes it right after. "We should head back in..." I say "You go first." We smile at each other and I stay back composing myself while he exists and goes back to the party. A few minutes later a follow, walking to the bar and getting a drink, I can see Yoongi is at the end of the bar talking to a group of people, including that girl he was being close with before, they seem closer now and jealousy washes over me, we locked eyes but he quickly redirects his attention to the girl once more. I chug my drink then head to our table grab my coat and say my goodbyes before heading back home. I am exhausted and confused. I don't know what to think now. -Should i consider this as part one of the plan completed? I wonder if what Yoongi and I did in that VIP room was part of Josie's plan-

Once I got home I showered and decided to order some food and watch some TV in my couch since it was still early and we had the day off tomorrow. I check my phone wanting an update on my food delivery but aside from the update telling me my food is on its way I see two more messages.

23:18 Min Yoongi: Where are you?

23:30 Min Yoongi: I'm heading to your house now.

-WAIT WHAT????- he must have sent the first message while I was in the shower but now he is coming over. Half way throw my panic I am standing in front of my couch not knowing what to do when suddenly I hear a loud knock on my door.

A.N: I hope you like this part. It is a little longer than the past ones but I couldn't shorten it any more. please leave any feedback and let me know if you guys want the next part. I am working on publishing once a week but it depends on the attention the posts get. Thank you very much lovelies.

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 1

⇢ The Sun Goes Down

Synopsis:

Onus /ˈəʊnəs/ noun something that is one's duty or responsibility. __________

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 1,8K

TW: This story will mainly be ANGSTY (we all love that, don´t we?) and it starts out with the death of Jimin´s brother. If that is triggering for you, please be mindful and do what is best for you. I can go without hits, the world can´t go without you - keep that in mind.

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For maybe the first time in his life, things were good. Jimin had just moved in with the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had graduated - with honors, thank you very much - and he had just started working at the company of his dreams, doing what he loved. He had just turned twenty four, and his friends threw him a huge party, leaving him hungover and chained to his shared bed with Right Guy Hoseok for two days straight.

Safe to say, Jimin was content with the outlook of his life.

But life isn't supposed to be that easy and things never go to plan.

He is sitting down in their breakfast nook, eating toast with with Hoseok, making some joke about how he would like for Hoseok to jam him that draws laughter out of him. For a minute he admires the way his boyfriend´s eyes draw close and how his mouth is wide open and he is practically shining towards Jimin.

Then, his phone rings. At first, he ignores it because Saturday mornings are sacred. They continue the conversation about jams. But then it rings again, starting the first warning bells in his head. Still, he wants to keep the Saturday morning sacred, and both of them pretend they can't hear it as they eat. When it rings for a third time, the bells chime not only in his head, but through his whole body.

"You should see who it is, at least." Hoseok nods his head reassuringly.

"I'll just put it on silent. It's probably one of the boys," he says over his shoulder. "They always do th-"

He doesn't know what he was saying, all thoughts gone.

3 missed calls from Dad.

Message from Dad: Call me back when you can, it's urgent.

He feels Hoseok behind him, reading the message as well, laying a hand on his shoulder. Jimin and his dad talk frequently, calling each other with small and big news, or for no reason at all. But it's Saturday morning, the time he is out of reach, because that's the time he golfs. Saturday mornings are strictly no business, no phones allowed and no distractions. If he is calling Jimin now, it won't be with good news.

He calls him back at once.

A second later he picks up, breathing heavily. Before Jimin can say anything or ask any questions, his dad is talking, explaining what happened. By the end, Jimin isn't able to hear what his dad is saying, already rushing out of the apartment in his pajamas and hair uncombed. It's only when he's halfway to the hospital he notices Hoseok sitting in the passenger's seat, talking calmly to him. He can't hear him, the ringing in his ears too loud.

"You should come to the hospital. It's Ji, he was in an accident." Ji is his elder brother. The strong one out of the pair of them. "He was driving and crashed the car. He's in surgery right now, but they said it doesn't look good."

Once in front of the hospital, Jimin abandons the car, leaving Hoseok to deal with it as he rushes inside to find his brother. But it's already too late. He finds his dad in an empty hospital room assigned to his brother, eyes red, face contorted. He looks up at Jimin and shakes his head, just barely. But it's enough. He understand.

Hoseok walks in five minutes later, finding Jimin on the floor. He is by his side in an instant, comforting him, telling him how everything is going to be alright. Telling him how the two of them will get through it, together. Trying his very best to pick up the pieces.

That night, he decides to spend the night at his dad's house. Jimin, his dad and Hoseok spend the night staring into nothing, drinking whiskey and taking turns bursting into tears. It doesn't quite feel real yet. Like if he just pinches his arm, he might wake up and find his brother walking through the doors.

That night, he realizes a lot of things. Ji won't be at my wedding. My kids won't have an uncle. I'm an only child. This is the first time he's thinking these things, and each time a new revelation comes, he is left breathless as if someone punched him in the stomach. He can't quite breathe, but it's fine. The burning in his lungs can't compare to the agonizing pain in his stomach anyway.

Day one is a long one. He is constantly fighting himself, wanting to run away instead of making decisions he never thought he would have to make, like what flowers he would prefer to have on his brother´s casket or which songs he wants to be sung at the service. Would he like to throw white or red roses as they lower his big brother to the ground?

By the end of the day, he is all out of energy, barely managing to keep his eyes open and his emotions at bay as he makes his way through the hallways of his dad's home. As he passes the huge oak doors to his dad's office, Jimin hears him calling him in.

Taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from his dad, he crosses his leggs and relaxes against the chair, closing his eyes briefly to prepare himself for what is undoubtedly another choice he has to make.

"What's up, dad?"

Jimin´s dad clears his throat, his hand going through his hair. He looks as exhausted as Jimin feels.

"Alright, I might as well just jump into this. As you know, Ji was to inherit the company after me." The company his dad owns and runs was started by Jimin´s granddad, then passed down to his dad, who was going to pass it down to Ji. This…" his voice wavers. "Ji´s death caught us all off guard. We're in a bad position because I'm left with no-one to inherit the company, putting us all at risk." Jimin would feel offended that he's out of the equation if it wasn't for the fact that he told his dad he wanted nothing to do with the company a couple of years ago. Now, with no form of education on the subject he is really not fit to inherit and run the business. "Mr. Kim has been running around all day, trying to find someone who can take over."

"Did he not find anyone? Please don't tell me I have to take over?" Jimin asks, massaging his throbbing temple.

"He did find someone," his dad looks down at a piece of paper. "A mr. Min Yoongi."

"Good," Jimin replies, trying his best to care about this, when he would really rather be in bed, next to Hoseok.

"Now, you have to listen to what I have to say before you say no. It might sound horrible and extreme, but it's the only option I have to keep the business in the family. To keep the legacy my father built for us."

Jimin laughs, his mind going weird places. "What, you want me to marry the guy?"

His dad's head slowly turns downward, his hand going through his hair again, a single tear making it's way down his cheek.

"I don´t see any other option."

"Dad, you can't be serious."

"I really wish I wasn't," he sighs. "But-"

"No. Find another way, I'm not marrying a stranger."

"Me and your mom had an arranged marriage, that turned out great," he tries to bargain.

"I don´t care! You will figure it out without me having to marry some stranger, rather than Hoseok."

"We would have figured it out by now if there were any other way. There isn't-"

Jimin cuts him off, too tired to care for manners. "Adopt him."

"He has parents, he can't just…"

"I have a boyfriend. I can't - no, I won't - leave him."

"You don´t have to decide right now. I understand it's a huge decision and you're right to be hesitant. It's how I raised you. But know mr. Min is great guy, and you would be doing what's best for this family. For the family you will undoubtedly build in the future. Sacrificing this," him, Jimin wants to correct, I'm sacrificing Hoseok, "it won't be for me, but for Ji. He loved this company as much as I do, he would want this company in the family. Mr. Min has already agreed to this, but it all comes down to you."

If it wasn't for the fact that Jimin is all his dad has left, he might have turned him down right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that his dad looks smaller that he has ever seen him before, he might have said no right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that Ji would have wanted the company to run in the family, Jimin might have chosen his boyfriend right away. And then there is the fact that his dad's heart is so heavy with grief and despair he doesn't know how to sit upright. Yeah, he might have been more selfish then.

"I´ll think about it," he gives in.

His dad bursts out in tears, repeating the same phrases over and over again as he tries to dry his tears. I'm so sorry. I didn't want any of this for us. Thank you.

Laying beside Hoseok that night feels wrong, like Jimin has somehow betrayed him. Right Guy Hoseok who has been there for him when he needed it. Who he wants to build his life with…

The type of tiredness Jimin is feeling is one he has never felt before. It's a much deeper type of tiredness that starts in his bones, spreads to his blood before it seeps out to his muscles. Too tired from this black hole in his stomach and chest and soul and mind to care about anything, the tears fall freely. A part of him knows it is time to step up, but curling up and crying doesn't make it any easier, apparently. He doesn't want to fight this responsibility anymore. Right now, he doesn't have any fight left in him. As he lays next to Hoseok, he realizes he has already made his decision. If not for Ji, then he will do it for his dad, who has worked tirelessly his whole life for Jimin and his brother to live comfortably. It is time Jimin, too, makes som sacrifices for the family.

As he falls asleep, he not only feels the grief over his brother, but also for his relationship with Right guy Hoseok.

Things were great, but it's never that easy, is it?

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You Infire Me Chapter Twelve: Alone Together

yoongi x reader genre: fluff warnings: mc with mental health issues word count: 2k

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“Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.” —Pierce Brown, Golden Son

For the entirely of the drive back home, the air is filled with a hint of something different: the secret that you and Min Yoongi share. We kissed, you remind yourself. That was real. That wasn’t a dream. Since that night, you hadn’t told a soul—not even Bianca. Since that night, you and Yoongi were all slight blushes, stolen glances, and longing stares.

But as you pull onto your street, unlock your apartment, and unpack your suitcase, the sense that your vacation has ended finally sinks in. It’s back to the grind: reading literature, examining research, writing papers, and—to make an extra buck or two—stamping books at the library whenever you can. A week passes, and everything seems to go completely back to normal, including your relationship with Yoongi. Blushes and glances and stares still abound, but your friendship remains. And you find yourself grateful for that. Don’t jump into anything too fast, you continually tell yourself. Especially not with Yoongi. You can’t do anything with him you’d regret.

He’s too special.

The red and gold leaves of autumn turn brown, the West Virginia air turns crisper, and the week of Thanksgiving arrives.

“Aren’t you going home?” Yoongi asks you that Monday morning over coffee. The town of Hunsaker has been abandoned, the college students fleeing to be with their families for the holiday. It’s quiet enough for you to hear the wind whistling down Main Street.

You grip your latte in your hands, welcoming its warmth. “No,” you admit. “I never do. It’s too much of a drive for just a week-long break. I go home for Christmas, usually, though.”

“Oh. That’s good. I’m glad you’ll get to see your family then,” his eyes turn round with compassion as he takes a sip of his Americano. “But . . . don’t you miss them during Thanksgiving? It’s kind of a big holiday in America, I understand.”

“If you’re asking if I get lonely, the answer is yes,” your voice shakes a bit, but after all you experienced together in DC, you know that there is no hiding anything from him anymore. Even lies of omission aren’t an option. You simply must reveal everything you are to Min Yoongi. “Of course I get lonely,” you continue. “But that’s kind of the price you pay when you choose to go to college in the middle of nowhere. And I’m okay with it. I . . . I like being alone, a lot of the time.”

He nods in understanding. “I like being alone too, sometimes. Often, even.” Silence ensues, but you can see the gears turning in Yoongi’s head, so you remain silent until he says: “But . . . I like being with you.”

You inwardly sigh, content as can be. On the outside, you’re the definition of composure.

“I like being with you, too,” you tell him, your voice betraying you by wavering in apprehension. You’re usually not this forward with anyone; but, truth be told, no one’s usually this forward with you.

Here it is. My opportunity to ask the burning question.

“But Yoongi,” you begin, anxious but firm. “What is this? What are we?”

He doesn’t look surprised—but he doesn’t exactly answer your question, either.

“I can’t date you,” he tells you, simply, straightforwardly. You try to hide your disappointment behind your coffee cup, but it must show, because he continues: “It isn’t a problem with you—I can’t date anyone.”

You don’t know what to say, but with your eyes, you urge him to continue.

“It’s an industry standard, pretty much,” he explains, “for k-pop. As an idol, I have to preserve a squeaky-clean image. I have to show my devotion to my fans. And . . . that means staying out of relationships. It’s already risky business spending this much time with you in public. It’s okay now that we’re in Hunsaker, but you saw in DC how . . . how much it can get. And I would never–”

His voice chokes in his throat a bit.

“I would never want to drag you into something that intense. I would never want to get you involved in a ‘scandal.’ I’m selfless enough to say that. But . . . I’m also selfish enough to hold on to you.” His eyes are equal parts sadness and longing as he opens himself up to you. And your heart nearly stops when he says: “I’m selfish enough to refuse to let you go.”

You try to wrap your brain around this new information, and it takes a few minutes before you have a thought coherent enough to utter aloud.

“But Yoongi, didn’t you leave that life behind when you left Korea? Being in BTS? Being an idol?”

He nods his head. “I ran away from it—that’s true. The boys and I . . . we got in a fight when I told them I needed a break. I snuck out in the middle of the night with my luggage—without telling them goodbye. And we were in the middle of releasing a new album,” he buries his face in his hands, hiding the sorrow on his face. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and looks back at you. “So, needless to say, it was a PR nightmare for our label. They told the truth—most of it, anyway—and I became the black sheep of the industry. The idiot dude who walked out on the opportunity of a lifetime.

“I’m still technically on contract, though. I’m hiding out from them here—they don’t know I’m in Hunsaker—but it won’t be long until they find me. And when they do, they could penalize me for breach of contract if . . .” his eyes explore your face for a moment, “if they discovered I had a girlfriend.”

Put simply, you’re disappointed. Dumbfounded. Perhaps even depressed. But you’re competent enough to know that displaying your feelings will only worsen Yoongi’s. So, you keep them inside, opting to reach out to rest your hand over his and soothe him the best way you know how.

“You know, we’re in the sexiest predicament a couple can be in,” you smirk.

He raises his eyebrows. “Why is it sexy?”

“It’s forbidden love, Yoongi. It’s one of humanity’s favorite tropes. Why do you think people love Romeo and Juliet, or Titanic, or West Side Story? Well . . . I guess West Side Story is based on Romeo and Juliet, but you get the jist. It’s forbidden love. Audiences eat that crap up.”

“I’d much rather be able to be with you officially,” he blinks, shy but straightforward. “We don’t have an audience we need to please.”

“We’re the audience, Yoongi. We can enjoy this. I promise.”

“How?”

“So we can’t be in a relationship,” you shrug. “That’s okay. It’s something we can’t change; it’s something we can’t control,” you pause for a second, formulating your thoughts. “But we can keep spending time together. You can keep tutoring me in guitar. I can keep helping you with your English class. We can go on drives and hikes and trips together. We can grab coffee, just like this. Surely there’s nothing in your contract that prevents you from doing any of that.”

He smiles genuinely, gums and all. “I like how much you say ‘we.’” Then he furrows his brow. “But Y/N, my life is an absolute mess. I may have to get up and leave this place soon. I don’t want to draw you closer to me only to have to say goodbye when they find me.”

“And I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you before I absolutely have to.”

He considers your words for a time before looking down at where your hands rest together on the café table and whispering: “I don’t either.”

“So . . . will we go with my plan?”

“To not date . . . but date?”

You laugh. “That’s a good way to put it.”

“Tell you what. We’ll cool it for a few days—take some time apart, even though I don’t really want to—and then on Thursday, I’ll come and hang out at your place for a bit. Just so you’re not alone on Thanksgiving.”

“That sounds great, Yoongi.”

The conversation moves on to other topics—your final projects for the semester, his issues with some of his private guitar lessons students. And when the time comes for you to part ways, he hugs you tightly. Instead of sharing a kiss, you share the knowledge that you would kiss each other—passionately—if you could.

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Thursday arrives much too slowly, but at 11 AM, you turn your eyes away from the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade broadcast on the TV to answer a knock on your door. Behind it stands Min Yoongi, looking adorable in a blue button-down shirt and faded jeans. He’s carrying bags of food, but he looks too huggable to resist—so you almost knock him over with your embrace.

“Y/N,” he grunts. “Y/N, I’m happy you’re glad to see me, but I really need to set down these bags.”

“Oh!” You exclaim. “Sorry. Come on in. You can set them down on the kitchen table.” He follows your directions, and you begin to peer at the bags’ contents. “What is all this?”

“I’ve decided to cook you a proper Thanksgiving dinner,” he explains, pulling an apron from one of the bags and tying it around his waist and neck. “Though I have to admit, I bought the turkey pre-cooked from the grocery store.” He rolls up his sleeves and walks over to the sink to wash his hands. All you can do is stand there, stunned.

“Do you have cutting boards and knives?” He asks. “Oh, and a cooking sheet?”

“Yeah,” you answer. Snap out of it, Y/N, you chide yourself. Amazing Yoongi who’s about to cook me an amazing meal needs me to focus. “They should all be in here,” you begin to rummage through your kitchen cabinets, pulling out what he needs.

You help him with the cooking here and there, but mostly, he insists he can handle it. It takes him hours, but by 3:00, your kitchen table is filled with every traditional Thanksgiving dish imaginable: turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, and rolls.

“And I brought a pumpkin pie for dessert,” he proudly announces as you sit down to your spread. “It’s in the fridge.”

You make yourself a plate with generous portions of everything, and take your first bite of mashed potatoes. “Mmm,” you close your eyes, savoring the buttery taste. “Yoongs, you’re the best. Thank you so much.”

“The food really must be good if it’s enough to earn me a nickname,” he notes, tasting a bit of sweet potato. “Mmm, you’re right. I usually don’t go for American food, but that’s dang good. But I won’t touch stuffing. It looks too weird.”

You laugh. “It is kind of weird.”

He asks about your Thanksgiving traditions, so you tell him. He asks about your family, so you tell him. When you ask about his, he’s somewhat hesitant to open up, but he does. He tells you a bit about growing up in Daegu. He tells you about his parents and older brother. He tells you about his becoming a rapper and the stress that decision put on his family. And you listen intently, devouring every word as you devour your Thanksgiving dinner.

And you realize, two plates of food and a hefty slice of pumpkin pie later, that it’s the best Thanksgiving you’ve ever had. No family drama; no uncomfortable political conversations; no intrusive questions from extended family members about your life. Just you and Yoongi eating good food and talking together.

This is the way it should be, you think.

Too bad it’s fleeting.

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