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Contracted Love ~ MYG
WORD COUNT: 7.1K
GENRE: CEO AU, marriage contracts, blackmailing, fake dating, fake marriage, falling love and realising you’re scared, (might actually be my fav piece)
PAIRING: Yoongi X Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024
⤜MASTERLIST
As Yoongi began to walk through the bustling heart of the city he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back from the meeting he had just left and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what had happened.
It had been his grandfather's will reading, something that heartbreaking in and of itself but what was getting to Yoongi more was the stipulation that came along with his portion of the will.
"It is not my wish for you to end up like me, old, alone and afraid of love."
Was that the piece of paper read, his grandfather was giving him strict orders to follow if he had any chance of getting his grandfather's portion of the company he owned and he needed it.
There was no way it could go to his father's side of the family, the vultures as his grandfather called them. They only hung around him long enough to know that they were going to be put into the will and didn't want to know his grandfather any other time. But it was all stupid. In order to collect his portion he had to be married and have a child all within a year.
A man who had hardly dated before was supposed to married and have a child within twelve months if he wanted any chance of keeping his company alive. Now Yoongi could have sworn he heard the ticking of a clock in the back of his mind as a constant reminder that he hadn't got much time.
"Please, I promise I can get it for you by the end of the week if you just give me some more time!" A voice pleaded, interrupting his thoughts and making him freeze on the sidewalk wondering what was unfolding in front of him.
"I've heard this a million times, Yn, I'm sick of hearing it." A male said, angrily staring down at you as you whimpered a little. He was your landlord Richard and he had just served you with an eviction notice for your business.
"Pages & Aromoa's will be a hit in no time and you'll have all the money I owe you." You sniffled but Richard handed you the piece of red paper and walked away, ignoring your begging and driving off.
"Fucking cunt," You hissed before heading inside of the door.
Yoongi stared up at the cafe sign it was basically falling apart but it was easily readable. The brick walls of the cafe had patches of Ivy clinging to the surface as if trying to breathe life into the ageing structure. The windows were slightly grim but offered a glimpse into the warmth inside that awaited anyone walking by.
The cafe was nestled between two giant skyscrapers, one of which belonged to Yoongi but he'd never even noticed the cafe before. Sighing to himself he wondered if this was the cafe his grandfather had been boasting about before he had died and he found himself walking inside. The bell above the door sounded as he did so but you were nowhere to be seen.
"I'll be just a minute," Your voice called out. Despite the outside appearance of the building, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised when he walked inside. The interior was a sanctuary of tranquillity and refinement. Polished hardwood floors gleamed under the soft glow of vintage bulbs that were casting a warm ambience in the cafe. The perfect place to hide away and work or even read which was something that clearly happened here.
There were shelves lining the walls, stretched from floor to ceiling, the books all looked used and loved. Plush armchairs and cosy reading nooks were all over the place, offering a place for someone to lose themselves in the pages of a good book or work in silence. It was obvious why his grandfather had loved this place and had been talking about it for months.
"Stupid, machine." Yoongi heard you grumbling as you finally came up from behind a counter and smiled warmly in his direction. The smile that sent a warmth throughout his chest he suddenly felt guilty about having.
"What can I get you? And please, don't say coffee because the press is broken and the machine won't work," You pleaded with him, Yoongi's mouth opened to say something but he found himself unable to speak, struck by something he didn't understand. His chest was fluttering and his stomach was in knots, he didn't know what was happening.
"Oh! Are you deaf? I know some sign language but I can write stuff down if it's easier." Before Yoongi had a chance to protest you were beginning to sign to him, something he didn't even understand himself but he was pretty sure you'd gotten it wrong.
"Can I get some tea?" He didn't know what was going on with his stomach but his grandfather always told him that tea solved most issues. Something warm to settle a raging stomach.
"Sure! I have a whole selction-" You were about to list off the extensive list you had when Yoongi shook his head,
"Early grey would be fine, with Milk."
"To go?" You arched a brow at him, most people that came in dressed the way he was got all of their orders to go. You knew the type he was, a businessman, too busy to learn the name of the place they were in but were loyal to it, it was nice.
"Erm," Yoongi glanced around and then down at his watch. He wasn't due back at work for another hour or so,
"I'll stay," He smiled at you and you nodded, pointing around the shop for him to sit anywhere he wanted. It wasn't like it was going to get busy anytime soon and your regular customer you'd had for a few months had suddenly stopped coming recently.
"Sure, make yourself comfortable." You gestured around the room and Yoongi stayed frozen in place,
"Don't you need my name for the order?" Yoongi countered you smirked a little at him.
"Because it'll get lost in the sea of customers?" You asked sarcastically, laughing nervously at the end,
"I guess that's true." He chuckles a little, and for the first time in a long time it feels like a genuine laugh from him, something he hadn't done for a long time
"He died?" Your voice was so sympathetic as soon as Yoongi told you about his grandfather, Rath, who had been your most loyal and regular customer. The two of you had been discussing your business for a while and you'd mentioned to Yoongi about having to close down soon if you weren't picking up in business.
"I wondered why he stopped coming by," You slowly sank down in the armchair opposite Yoongi and he smiled sadly down at the cup of tea in his hands.
"Were you close to my grandfather?" You weren't close with the man but he'd been coming in every day it felt like you were friends.
"I wouldn't say close but we did talk a lot whenever he was here, he loved you." You smiled, Rath had spoken so much about Yoongi that you felt as though you knew him but he hadn't been at all what you were expecting.
You'd expected some small, nerdy-looking guy but Yoongi was the opposite, he was built well, dressed in the finest of suits and looked as though he could be in the pages of magazines.
"I have a proposition for you." He suddenly said. Yoongi wasn't blind, he could see the business was going under and he knew you needed him as much as he needed you.
"Which is?" You laughed a little, looking up at the time and then back to Yoongi. The two of you had been sat talking for almost two hours now and still not a single other person had come in, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Yoongi, who was already concocting a plan in his mind.
"I need to get married." He said bluntly.
"And I need your help to do it." You held back the urge to laugh as you stared at him, you weren't sure what his grandfather had told him but you didn't know anyone in the market at the minute.
"Unfortunately I'm not sure I'm your girl, I can't help."
"But you can. You see, I have a lot of money and you need a lot of money." You knew that already, the Min family were richer than rich, one of the richest families in the world.
"What makes you think I NEED money?" You were trying to play it close to your chest, but it was true. You were desperate for money, your coffee machines were broken and you were behind on four months worth of rent.
"Yn, let's be real, your business is going under and I can help. I can keep you afloat or make you a huge success, whatever you want I can do that." As amazing as that sounded you still didn't know anyone that would be willing to just randomly get married to him,
"But I don't know anyone that wants to be married." You shook your head but Yoongi smirked at you,
"You can marry me," The words registered in your brain and you bit back the urge to laugh in his face.
"Are you insane?" You added a nervous laugh at the end and stood up, moving away from where he was sitting but he was quick to follow you.
"I have a lot of influence, I can easily make this place well known." He told you with a giant smile, your hands nervously tugged at the cleaning rag in your hand and you stared at him.
"Just for marrying you?"
"Just marrying me. All fake, no one would have to know we're not really together," Shit like this didn't happen in real life, only in books and really bad film adaptations, there had to be a catch.
"What do you get out of this? Why do you need a wife so badly?" Was this something he did on a regular? Ask random women to marry him and then never follow through with all of his promises.
"If I get married, I can collect my grandfather's part of the company but I need a wife." He was going to ignore the child part until absolutely necessary, he was sure there was a way out of that.
"Why wouldn't he leave it to you?" You frowned, Rath had seemed so sure of Yoongi, you were positive he would have left his Grandson something.
"He doesn't want me to end up alone," Yoongi admitted, your heart breaking a little as you remembered Rath mentioning he wished he'd never divorced Yoongi's grandmother,
"Oh."
"You'd get your business up and running, booming, I'd get half of the company away from my vultures of a family and everyone will be happy." You'd heard stories of the other side of Yoongi's family, stories from Rath and things you'd read about in the media.
"Okay...But there have to be some rules in place...A contract?"
"Agreed," Yoongi glanced down at his watch and bit his lip, he was already late for a meeting but that didn't matter.
"Come up to my office tonight, give your name to security and they'll bring you up. We'll work out a contract and hash out all of the details." He smiled warmly at you and you somehow believed him that all of this was going to work.
"My business will be fixed if I do this, right?"
"I promise." He breathed out before rushing out of the door, your heart racing at the thought of all of this becoming true. You glanced down at your outfit before cursing yourself, you were dressed in clothes with holes and your apron was torn to pieces.
"New outfit," You mumbled, heading to the door and locking it up. If you were going to go into business with Yoongi then you wanted to look the part.
"Come in," Yoongi called as he heard a small tapping at his office door, the day had gone on for longer than he'd liked and he was looking forward to writing out the contract and heading home for the night.
"Mr Min, Yn is here." His assistant announced before shutting the door, Yoongi slowly glanced up from his desk and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
He had been expecting you in the same scraps of clothes you had worn this morning but instead, you were dressed in a black pencil skirt and a red silk top that was unbuttoned to show just enough cleavage.
"Is this okay? It's the only thing I had left from my office days," You laughed nervously when you noticed him staring at you a little longer than he had done that morning.
"It's-It's erm, perfect." His voice stuttered and cracked as he stared at you. He had no idea that you could look this way and now he suddenly felt as though he was out of his depth.
"Please sit," He gestured to the seat in front of his desk before grabbing two bottles of water and sitting back down. By now you'd gotten out a worn leather-bond book from your bag and smiled.
"Let's get straight to it," You said, your tone businesslike yet hidden with a little humour. Yoongi smiled to himself, preparing his own notepad.
"We need some rules in place, so nothing is blurred along the way." He stated simply.
"Your business will be my number one priority during all of this. We'll sit down with a bookkeeper and organise your bills as well as figure out anything that's owed." You suddenly felt your chest tighten, you were in a massive amount of debt. Yoongi had already gone into research mode when he got home and knew everything you needed to pay off.
"T-That might be a lot. Are you sure you're up for it?" You hated that you were in so much debt, when you'd ventured out alone to own your own place you'd been so sure it would be great you could pay it back in no time.
"No issue, I assure you, I didn't become the CEO Of Min Media but shying away from challenges." Your debt wouldn't even cause a dent in his savings but he wasn't going to tell you that and make you feel bad about it.
"That means a lot...Thank you," You smiled warmly, the smile sent his stomach into knots once again, he really wanted to see someone about that.
"We need to keep everything strictly professional." You finally stated, looking up from your notepad and back at Yoongi who was, once again, staring at you.
"Agreed." He jotted it down on the notepad.
"Secondly, we can't tell anyone it's not real. It's imperative to me we keep everything hidden. We keep up a genuine illusion to appease my family and the shareholders." He told you, if anyone found out this was all fake he'd most likely lose his shareholdings as well as be the laughingstock of the media world.
"Agreed." You wrote it down, and Yoongi eyed you up. You'd been quiet about your family finding out and it worried him a little. He didn't want you to go around telling anyone it was fake, it would only take one slip-up for the world to know.
"What about your family?"
"What about them?" You asked, staring up at him with a blank expression on your face, Yoongi frowned.
"You can't tell them the truth." He reminded you and you nodded, your lips in a line as you shrugged your shoulders a little.
"Not a problem, I haven't spoken to them in almost four years since I went out on my own to own a cafe."
"Understood. We must present as a united front," He stared at you. His heart felt heavy at the thought of your family ignoring you for following your dreams.
"We will have to attend social events together, support each other publicly and appear as a happy married couple at all times." You nodded at him.
"I can handle that." It was no big deal, you'd get to dress fancy for a while and it would be fun,
"Living arrangements?" Yoongi wrote down and then stared at you,
"Well, I currently have a place in the lower part of Seoul, you're more than welcome to come and live with me," You teased only to be met with widened eyes.
"That was a joke Yoongi," You clarified with a small laugh,
"You can move in with me." He stated plainly, you frowned at him. As much as you hated your place you weren't sure moving in with him was the best idea.
"Is it necessary though?"
"Yn, once we're seen together you'll never get peace...People will want to know why a soon-to-be-married couple are living separately." You knew he was right, there would be too many questions and you didn't want to have to deal with them,
"Okay."
"I'll arrange a moving van for you tomorrow." He smiled, writing down on a sticky note to remind himself once the two of you were done.
"Can I suggest one more?"
"Sure." He looked up at you, expecting something about asking to be paid, or for more than you were getting out of it. All of which he was willing to do if it meant getting what he needed out of you.
"No falling in love. It's a business arrangement and any romantic feelings that may develop should be ignored." Yoongi was taken back but nodded his head at you.
"Of course. We have a deal." He smiled shaking your hand across the table.
With a sense of determination, you added a final clause to your contract: Yoongi would take over the financial management of Pages & Aromas, ensuring its stability and prosperity while also shouldering the burden of its debts.
"We will be announcing our marriage this weekend, it'll be held here. In the meantime, I'll pay your rent for the cafe," He stated as you both signed along the pieces of paper, Yoongi took them both into his grasp and filed them in his drawer his eyes lingering over the clause about not falling in love.
"I'd like it if you didn't work for a few months if that's okay?" He suggested, staring at you as you frowned.
"We can fix up the shop a little, have it redone to your specifications and then announce it as a grand opening."
"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
"You can do whatever you want, money is no issue."
"It is for me."
"We'll be married, what's mine...is yours," He stated before laying down a black card in front of you.
"Yoongi, it's already enough you're helping my business I can't take your money too." The statement was shocking, everyone Yoongi knew was always after his money, it was why he'd never dated in the past.
"Fine. But please keep it, you can use it as an emergency card, or if you need an outfit for an event...it's yours," He told you as you flipped the card over, already finding your name inscribed on it, had he been so sure about all of it since this morning?
"Okay. Fine."
"I'll have Alan drive you home and I'll see you tomorrow at my place." He smiled warmly at you as you got up from the chair, feeling a little overwhelmed with everything but nodding your head.
With a sense of nervousness mingled with excitement, you stepped into Yoongi's luxurious penthouse apartment. Your final box had been taken up by a group of men and you were unsure of what you were supposed to do now. You walked through the door, slipping off your shoes before your eyes widened at the opulence that surrounded you. The spacious living area was adorned with sleek modern furniture and tasteful artwork while floor-to-ceiling windows offered sweeping views of the city skyline below. You could practically see all of Seoul from up here, how did he get anything done? You knew you'd find yourself people-watching more than you should.
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you set about unpacking your belongings, your mind racing with thoughts of the new chapter that lay ahead. As you sorted through boxes and arranged your stuff in their designated places, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place in such a lavish environment.
"Mr Min will be late this evening, he said to make yourself at home," Alan, who had driven you home the night previous, said with a warm smile on his face. But how were you supposed to do that? You didn't know what you were and weren't allowed to do or even where to go. Did he have rooms off-limits to you? More questions flooded your mind but as the afternoon waned into evening, you found solace in the familiar routine of preparing dinner, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the sizzle of food cooking on the stove grounding you in the present moment.
You'd always loved cooking, you were hungry and determined to make a good impression on Yoongi. Even going as far as to make your famous cake no one could say no to it.
By the time Yoongi arrived home, the apartment was filled with the tantalizing scent of home-cooked food and freshly baked treats. Stepping through the door, he was greeted by the sight of you bustling about the kitchen, a warm smile gracing your lips.
"Welcome home," You said, your voice infused with genuine warmth, something Yoongi hadn't had the pleasure of hearing in years. His eyes lit up with surprise and appreciation as he took in the scene before him.
"You've been busy," he remarked, a note of amusement in his voice as he watched you carefully. You shrugged modestly, a warm feeling spreading onto your cheeks.
"I wanted to do something nice for you. Dinner will be ready soon, and I made cake." Yoongi's smile widened as he crossed the room to envelop you in a grateful hug.
"Thank you, Yn. You didn't have to do all this." You were in shock at the hug at first, your heart thumping as you tried not to overthink it. He was just grateful for the food. You smiled a little, returning the embrace, a sense of contentment settling over you.
"I know. But I wanted to." You admit before going to set everything down on the table ready to eat.
It had been almost a week since the news had broke that you and Yoongi were going to be married and he'd been right. People followed you EVERYWHERE. You'd gone grocery shopping two nights after the news was released and you'd been followed by men with cameras, all of them screaming questions at you. Luckily you and Yoongi had already come up with a story for you both, something easy to remember. You'd met because of his grandfather and it had almost been love at first sight.
Tonight though you were at a restaurant together, your hands linked on the table as you stared lovingly at one another. All of it feels a little too real for you.
"Tell me something about you that I wouldn't find in a magazine or news article." You begged Yoongi. Since moving in with him you'd done extensive research on him, wanting to be prepared in case any of his crazy family members tried to doubt the two of you.
Yoongi stared at you, hesitating for a moment as he thought about it. He was torn between the desire to open up to you and betraying your agreement but the look in your eyes made it hard to resist.
"Well, I've always loved astronomy," He confessed, his eye staring down at the glass feeling suddenly vulnerable.
"There's something about the vastness of the universe that puts everything into perspective." Your eyes lit up with interest, finally, something about him that wasn't run-of-the-mill CEO shit.
"That's beautiful," You whispered,
"I've always been drawn to the stars as well." You admit, the two of you getting lost in conversation and completely forgetting about the many people snapping photos of you together. Yoongi let himself open up to you more, finding himself falling in a freefall for you. His head reminded him of the agreement you'd made together, no falling in love and he couldn't risk jeopardizing everything.
"Why haven't you spoken to your family?" He suddenly found himself asking over dessert, your fork freezing midway to your mouth as your throat suddenly ran dry.
"They decided they didn't want me to ruin their family name,"
"But you were following your dreams, shouldn't that be something they were proud of you for doing?" He didn't understand how someone couldn't support the person they loved in everything that they did.
"The Score family don't follow dreams, they crush them," Your voice was flat and dry as you placed your fork down.
"Score? As in-"
"Lawyers, the best in the business." You hissed out, you hated that all of this was being bought up but you owed it to Yoongi to tell him the truth.
"I don't speak to them, biologically I'm their daughter but legally I'm not."
"You were emancipated?" He watched you closely and you nodded your head,
"As soon as I left the company I did it myself," You admit with a smile on your face, you were proud of what you'd done. Being a lawyer had never been your dream and if the people that had raised you had it their way you'd still be another cog in the inner workings of their awful company.
"Believe me Yoongi, they have nothing to do with me-" His hand was on top of yours, rubbing over your skin in a soothing motion.
"It wouldn't bother me if they were still in your life." He promises, a weight being lifted from your chest as you let out a happy sigh.
The two of you continued to talk all night long, discovering things each other you hadn't known before and it was starting to feel like a true friendship was forming.
Months began to fly by as you and Yoongi worked on your fake relationship and countless parties you attended together, business and personal, but tonight was the one you were most nervous about. You were pacing around in the living room of the apartment waiting for Yoongi to come down and meet you. Your hands nervously played with the purse you were holding, the prospect of meeting his family tonight looming over your head like a dark cloud.
The door to the living room opened and Yoongi stepped inside, freezing when he saw you pacing around but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You were in a stunning floor-length gown, crimson colour to match his tie but it clung to your body perfectly, seeing you turned his blood to fire. You paced away from him giving him the perfect view of the back of the gown, which had a crisscrossing strap at the back, the fabric shimmering and glowing with every step you took.
"I don't know if I can do this." You admit to Yoongi once you notice him there. You'd been faking it with everyone and everyone believed you so far but were his family going to be so easy to convince?
"Your family...they're going to see right through me." Your voice trembled with uncertainty and Yoongi smiled weakly walking over to you. He was nervous himself but he wasn't going to admit it to you.
"Yn, you're stronger than you think." He told you, his hand gently reaching out and rubbing your arm.
"We'll get through tonight, together." He had no doubt the two of you could convince his family you were together, to be honest, he had a hard time convincing himself it wasn't real.
"What if they ask about our relationship and I cock the story up? What if they see through me?" He smiled down at you, running his hand over your cheek.
"We'll handle it, Yn. I won't let anything happen to you," And he meant it, if anything were to ever happen to you he knew he'd never survive it.
After months of spending every second by your side, he felt himself falling harder and harder in love with you until the point where everything was blurred except for you. All he cared about was a future with you. His words were like a lifeline pulling you back from the edge of panic, you took in a deep breath and forced yourself to focus on everything again.
"And if they don't believe us? What happens to me?" You asked, your voice tinged with apprehension.
"I'll make sure your business is taken care of, I'll not let anything happen to you but for now, let's focus on getting through tonight together." He whispers, kissing your hand softly as you feel a spark running through your veins. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that as long as you faced them together, you could conquer anything that stood in your way. And with that realization, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a glimmer of hope.
As the two of you made your way through the entrance, all eyes turned to greet you, your presence as a couple commanding attention amidst the sea of glamorous attendees.
"They're staring." You uttered to Yoongi as he smirked, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked together, your steps synchronized in harmony. Heads turned, smiles were exchanged and greetings were offered as you passed by people.
"How could they not? You look like you stepped out of a magazine, you look beautiful." It wasn't the first compliment that Yoongi had ever paid you, in fact, you'd grown used to the compliments he'd give to you all the time. Including the small hugs and kisses the two of you would share even if you were in public, it was clear lines were starting to blur but you weren't entirely sure you minded anymore.
"Look, it's Min Yoongi and his fiancée," Someone whispered, their voice tinged with awe.
"They're a stunning couple." Her date said back to her, their eyes trailing over you both as you moved through the crowd.
"Let's give them something to talk about," Yoongi whispered but before you had a chance to ask what he was talking about he was taking you over to the dance floor.
His hand rested gently on your waist, guiding you with a tender pull as you began to move around the dance floor together, the rest of the world fading into the background.
Your movements were slow and deliberate, each steps a silent conversation between you as you swayed to the rhythm of the music. Your heart raced with every beat, your breath catching in your throat as you allowed yourself to be swept up by the magic of the moment.
"You look beautiful," Yoongi whispered, your eyes locking as you stared at one another.
"You said that already," You mumbled nervously as he smirked to himself, moving in time with you as you fell back into a comfortable silence. Not a single word needed to be uttered as you knew what was happening to you, you were falling in love with him too fast and everything was falling apart around you. You continued to dance together, neither of you daring to speak the words that lingered in the back of your head. Knowing that acknowledging your love would shatter the delicate illusion you'd worked so hard to maintain.
"So this is the lovely Yn." You turned your head to face Juliain, Yoongi's father and Yoongi wrapped his arm tighter around your waist.
"Lovely dance the two of you did, your mother made me dance shortly after." He chuckles softly but Yoongi remains deadpan and unreadable, his grip on you tightening. You'd heard about Julilan from both Rath and Yoongi and you knew the man was bad news, a slimeball only after money.
"Julilan. Lovely to see you, shame you didn't make it to grandfather's funeral, it was a lovely service." Yoongi said coldly, your eyes staring up at him. Julian had refused to go to the funeral but had gone to the reading of the will, only to see what he was entitled to.
"I have no doubt, you always knew how to throw a party." Julian laughed but your heart shattered, Rath had been an amazing man and to insinuate that a party was held for his dying instead of a grand funeral boiled your blood.
"Party? A man died-"
"Hush. You don't speak unless spoken to." Julian said in a dismissive tone, your mouth dropping open as you couldn't believe the man in front of you.
"With all due respect, sir, I am not a decoration on Yoongi's arm I am his Fiancée," You spoke clearly but Julian turned to look at his son who was now red in the face,
"I see she has no manners or concept of brains. Where did you pick her up? A brothel?" Your stomach dropped as you looked down at yourself, was he implying you looked like a whore? The woman who had dressed you tonight told you that you'd looked elegant.
"Don't." Yoongi seethed through gritted teeth,
"Women should be seen and not heard. Act like the trophy wife you are meant to be." Julian was in your face but within seconds he was shoved away by Yoongi, a smirk playing on his father's lips as he realised he was getting under his skin.
"Don't speak to my wife like that." He ordered but you pulled at his arm, you could already see people starting to stare and Yoongi didn't need the bad press.
"You're not married yet. Are you really going to cause a scene over a woman? Behave." He hissed at him, you stared at him as you waited for him to insult him one last time.
"Still just a child." He muttered, about to walk away when you finally found your voice once more.
"A child who has done more than you'll ever accomplish in your life." You hissed out at him, earning a smirk from Yoongi, he had to admit he was proud of you for not backing down from him.
"Why you little-" A hand was raised in the air but Yoongi caught it, shoving his father away from you.
"I see why you hate the man." You mumbled as Yoongi checked on you, his eyes softening once he saw you were okay.
"If he'd hurt you just then." It didn't bear to think about, he was angry, blood-curdling as he thought about the way his father had gone to strike you.
"He didn't." You whispered to him, your hand rubbing his back softly but it did nothing to calm him down right now.
"I'd kill him."
"Yoongi." You pleaded with him, but he was lost in his own anger.
"He's a disgusting piece of shit and I would have killed him." You stepped in front of him, your eyes finding his as he stared down at you in shock,
"But then I'd have no one to watch the stars with," You whispered only for his whole body to relax and he nodded slowly at you.
"Let's get some food and go out on the balcony, we can go and look at the stars and pretend Julian isn't even here," You offered to him.
Yoongi ventured off to fetch some food and you found yourself alone in the gala, looking around at everyone who was dancing together or mingling. This world was something you'd never thought you'd fit into before but after spending so much time in it, it almost felt like home.
"Ah, Yn dear, there you are." You slowly turned around to see Mia, Rath's ex-wife making her way to you with a giant smile on her face.
"I've been meaning to have a word with you," She said as she reached you, her voice gentle and a welcoming contrast compared to her son.
"Of course, Mrs Min. Is everything alright?" You eyed her up as she smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"No one's called me that in years, call me Mia." She begged, you nodded at her and slowly made your way out onto the balcony to talk better together.
"I wanted to first tell you how happy I am that Evan has found someone like you." Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart fluttering at the unexpected praise.
"T-Thank you, Mia. That means a lot to me." Mia reached out to pat your hand affectionately.
"You know, I've seen the way he looks at you. It reminds me of the way Rath used to look at me." Your breath caught in your throat at the implication of her words.
"I...I'm not sure what you mean." She chuckled softly at you,
"Oh, my dear, don't be so modest. It's written all over his face- He loves you, and I couldn't be happier for the both of you, even if you were faking it at first." You smiled weakly, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to process everything you'd just heard. Yoongi loved you - truly, deeply and unequivocally and that sent a surge of panic through you.
"Rath would have adored seeing you both together," Mia added before giving you an envelope.
"In my side of the will I was to give this to the beautiful girl from the cafe, now I assume that's you." You stared down at the envelope and nodded, quickly placing it into your bag to look at another time, when you weren't so stressed.
"I-I have to go," You rushed out, panic taking over you as you began to hurry through the crowded hall. Your mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, you loved him too but there was no way you could do this. You raced around a corner when you collided with Yoongi, sending you both sprawling to the floor.
"Yn, what's wrong?" Concern was etched in his features as he reached out to steady you. Your breathing turned tagged as you struggled to compose yourself, slowly standing up.
"I...I need to talk to you," Your voice barely came out above a whisper but Yoongi nodded, leading you to a nearby alcove away from prying eyes.
"What is it, Yn? You're shaking." He reached out to touch you and you took in a deep breath, words tumbling out in a rush as you fought to make sense of everything.
"I just spoke to your grandmother, and she...she said that you love me, Yoongi. And...I...I don't know what to do." Yoongi's expression softened as he reached out to cup your trembling hands in his, his touch sending a shiver of warmth coursing through you.
"Yn, listen to me. I know this is overwhelming but you need to understand something...you belong here with me," You stared up at him as he didn't deny falling for you, tears welling up in your eyes as you shook your head.
"I ran away from this world."
"And now you're back but I promise it'll be nothing like your family's world." He breathed out as you stared at him, his eyes boring into you,
"You belong here, with me."
` "What if you suddenly decide I'm not good enough for you? What if I can't give you everything you deserve?" Yoongi brushed a gentle thumb across your cheek, wiping away a tear.
"You're everything I need, Yn. Your love, your strength, your unwavering support - it's more than I could ever hope for. And as long as we have each other, we can face whatever comes our way." Tears began to melt away as you stared at him.
"I love you, Yoongi." You whispered, the words feeling like a weight was taken right off our chest.
"I love you, Yn, Always." He whispered.
With a soft sigh, he closed the distance between you and you leaned in slowly to him. It felt like an eternity until your lips met in a tender kiss, time seemed to stand still as you savoured the sweetness of the moment, your hearts beating in harmony as you finally surrendered to the pull of love. It was a kiss so full of tenderness and longing, of hope and promise.
When you pulled away your foreheads touched and you giggled a little.
"Let's go home, I wanna show you how much I really love you," He winks, as you squeal a little taking his hand and practically dragging him out of the party.
Months Later
"CEO'S Expecting: Min Yoongi and Min Yn Announce Pregnancy, Anticipate The New Heir To The Legacy?" You read out the title of the "Webber Files" newspaper and stared over at Yoongi with a blank expression.
"I see why their paper sucks," You grumbled, folding it up and staring at your husband who hadn't been able to take his eyes off you.
"Don't look at me like that, the last time you looked at me like that, this happened!" You stated, pointing down at your baby bump and whining at him.
"But we had fun," He wiggled his eyebrows at you and sat down beside you on the sofa, the two of you curling up together on a lazy Saturday morning.
"We did," You giggled as he ran his hand over your bump, smiling happily to himself. Not long after you found out you were expecting Yoongi told you the other stipulation about getting his grandfather's portion of the company and that was a child but you couldn't have been happier it was happening.
"Julian will flip a lid." You laughed at the thought of his father finding out about his son having a child but more importantly, you couldn't wait for him to figure out he was getting nothing in the will besides a small shop in the middle of nowhere.
"Oh, I meant to say. Gran asked if you'd looked into the envelope yet. Whatever that means," He frowns and you reach out for your bag, opening it up to find the envelope still sitting there.
As you took it out and opened it you couldn't believe what you were reading.
"By now I assume Yoongi and yourself are together and knowing My Mia she would have given this to you at the appropriate time, but enclosed are the deeds to your cafe. All yours, all paid for, as well as the number to my lawyer who will arrange for you to inherit some money as an investment to you and your dream.
Best Wishes,
Rath,"
You and Yoongi stared at one another, laughing a little as you realised Rath had been planning your get-together for a very long time.
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"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."
A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.
pairing: min yoongi x reader
plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.
warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people
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note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)
Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.
After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.
An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.
"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.
Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.
"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"
The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.
"Shit!"
The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.
"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.
"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.
"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"
And you're out the door.
Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.
"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."
Holly barks.
"Huh? What was that?"
Holly barks.
Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.
"She forgot her lunchbox?"
Holly barks.
"Fuck."
Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.
He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.
But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.
"What's your occupation, sir?"
The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.
"Househusband."
They stare at him.
"What?"
Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.
"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."
They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.
"...Agust D?"
No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!
They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.
"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"
"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.
A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.
The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.
"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."
And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.
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sanguine slumber
╰┈➤ synopsis — So tempted by soft slumber, you just want to sleep. But Yoongi seems to have a present for you and it isn’t exactly ideal.
╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!cat-hybrid!suga x reader
╰┈➤ word count — 650+
╰┈➤ content warning — SPOILER!!!! dead animal (╥﹏╥)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; happy birthday yoongi!! i've been missing him too much lately
A soft rumbling sound brings you out of your sweet slumber. A warm weight lays across your back. A heat that grows hotter as Yoongi rubs his hands alongside your abdomen. Up and down, repeated, and teasing at the bottom of your sleep shirt.
The rumbling seems to be coming from Yoongi himself. A low purring that lays deep in his chest. The sensation mixed with his short puffs of breath touching your ear almost send you back to sleep. Almost.
Yoongi’s hands redden with a roughness as his claws peek out enough to delicately graze your sides. Sharp nails scratching along the surface, not enough to significantly hurt you, but enough to leave pink lines in their path. You squirm underneath him from the discomfort and let out a groan.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Yoongi huffs out as if he isn’t already half asleep himself. “I have a present for you.” While he speaks, he shifts his head to turn away from your face and stuff into your hair. He nestles himself deeper into the space between your neck and the pillow. A bad decision since a strawberry smell threatens to take him out.
Yoongi keeps his focus on decorating your neck with lingering kisses in order to stay awake. His tail tangles itself around your waist in a lazy fashion. The tip twitching from every small breath you let out.
You only groan into the pillow and ignore him. A fuzzy haze begins to settle beneath your eyelids until a pinching pain erupts from your neck. “Hey, hey no biting,” Your words are slurred and down-slide into silence.
Yoongi, with his teeth still lodged into your neck, pouts a little before peppering pecks onto your pinkening flesh. He huffs in disappointment at your still sleepy self.
“Wake up, I said I have a present.” Yoongi raises himself onto his arms the slightest bit so he hovers over your face. He breathes short puffs of air through his puffed up cheeks and pouty lips. He watches as the wind makes your eyelashes flutter and causes your eyelids to twitch. He moves his tail up higher to rest at the base of your chin, tickling you in an annoying way.
You continue to stand between the sinking state of slumber and the surface. You stay stubborn and still underneath his body. Yoongi’s purring stops and he almost starts to sulk. Instead, two hands turn you upwards to face him. You grimace at the sunshine that peeks around him and squint your eyes.
“Stop being stubborn.” He sits up so he straddles your waist. Yoongi huffs and furrows his brows in frustration. He leans down again and puts more pressure into his kisses. He presses his plush lips onto your rosy cheeks. He leaves fluttering kisses across every inch of your face. Blue butterflies burn in your stomach.
When his kisses drag down onto your jaw is when you notice how warm they are. Warm and… wet? You peek open one eye and fight against the blinding light. Your foggy gaze comes into focus and that’s when you see how red his lips are.
You reach out to grab his jaw, nimble fingers tighten around the bone and draw his face downwards. He reaches a hand up to hold onto your wrist and a second scarlet stain appears. You panic to pull yourself up off your back, bucking Yoongi downwards off your hips and onto the space beside you.
Feathers (definitely not from the pillow) cover the bed while a few float in the air from your rapid movement. You turn to face Yoongi and he parts his lips in a scarlet smile. He spits out a feather and brings his hands out from behind his back.
A bloody bird sits in the middle of his palms. The wings stick up in two impossible directions. The head, hanging on by a single tendon, snaps off and rolls onto your lap.
“Do you like it?” A shy smile shines on his blushing cheeks.
You wipe the sides of your face before responding. Ruby red rolls off onto your hands. “Oh, Yoongi.”
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Mature Content
Over 18’s Only
Yoongi x Reader
Jeans
You were only supposed to be dropping off some food for Yoongi, so you had peace of mind that he had at least one meal today.
You’ve somehow ended up sitting on his lap, with his face nuzzled into your chest.
Your hand slowly rubbing up and down his back as he mumbles “Should I quit?”
“What? I can’t hear you?” you ask
“Should I quit?…” He laughs slightly hysterical.
“Don’t be stupid, you wouldn’t, you couldn’t!” you smile knowing he doesn’t mean it.
“You just need to actually rest on your rest days and stop overworking yourself” you run your fingers through his hair, tipping his head back you kiss his forehead.
He slides his hands round your waist and slowly up your back.
“Anyway you need to continue to work hard to be able to afford news jeans… all the ones you’re wearing have holes in them!” You playfully pull at the loose threads on his knee.
“These are designer baby… I’m rich… expensive!” He smiles as he tugs at his clothes.
You both burst out laughing as you playfully slap at his leg.
“How long does it take you to get into them? I bet you end up putting your foot right through them!”
“It’s easier to get out of them… here let me show you?!” He cheekily raises his eyebrow.
“Mr Min!” You gasp, clutching your hand to your chest dramatically.
“I’m sorry Y/N, that was rude of me”
“No… what’s rude is that I’m still waiting!… come show me!”
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SURPRISE
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pairing: Min Yoongi x y/n
summary: y/n surprises Yoongi on tour
You couldn’t contain your excitement. You’d been planning to surprise Yoongi on tour for a while now and finally, you’d been able to get two weeks off from work. The day had finally come you packed your bags and took the first flight to Los Angeles. With the help of Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi’s team you were able to keep your fiancé busy and away from his phone. He called you every night after his performance right before he went live. So alone it would’ve gone completely wrong, you were greatly thankful especially since they had all told you just how much Yoongi missed you.
When you arrived at his hotel, his team gave you a key to his room where you would get ready for the concert. You were so excited, tonight was going to be perfect. You were pulling all the stops, wearing his favorite black dress, and matching leather jacket that said D-Day. You just couldn’t wait to see him and finally, the time had come.
You patiently waited in his dressing room, he was finishing up his sound check. “Can’t it wait. I need to get ready for the show, how important can this person be?” You overheard him tell his stage manager. “They're very important. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be forcing you to meet them. There in your dressing room.”
A light knock hit the door and quickly took a seat in his makeup chair, turning it so that he couldn’t see your face only the back of your head. The door opened, “I think I am pretty important, but maybe I am biased.” You said as you slowly spun around to see him. He’d recognize your voice anywhere. The rapper ran over lifting you out of your seat. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he snaked around your waist.
He hid his in the crock of your neck. You heard him sniffle, “aww baby.”
“I’ve missed you so much.” He said as he pulled away resting his forehead against yours. You placed a hand on his cheek, “I've missed you too.” Yoongi leaned in pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the Hennessy on his lips, the kiss was sweet, reminding you just how much you love him. Both of you pull away, “How long?”
You smile, “2 weeks! Be prepared to be sick of me!!”
“I could never get sick of you. Is this why you’ve been ignoring my calls?” He asked before pressing a kiss to your forehead. A giggle left your lips, “I couldn’t bring myself to lie to you. So I got Jimin and Joon’s help. They did most of the work, all I had to do was show up and look cute.” Yoongi’s hands slipped to your hand as he pulled away from your embrace, he spun you. His eyes took you in for the first since he stepped into the room. “You look beautiful.”
“Really, I am hoping to catch the eye of my favorite rapper.” You winked. He smiled, “God, how did I get so lucky.” You let go of his hand and stepped closer to him grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist before setting yours around his neck. His hand began to travel down towards your butt.
A knock interrupted moment, “Yoongi, stage in 10.” Yoongi groaned in response. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, “There’ll be plenty of time for that. Go on get ready. I’ll see you out there.” You pulled away and made your way to the door. “Hey, I love you!”
Yoongi’s smile grew, “I love you more.”
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Feelings
WC: 602
Pairing: Yoongi x fem reader
He was the bluntest person she knew. Min Yoongi was not one to try and save face, instead of hiding the fact that dating her was a bet he honestly told her from the beginning. He told her that his friends bet him that he wouldn’t last a year with her and he had feelings for her for a while so he thought it would be the easiest way to earn a buck. And although hesitant she still agreed, she had feelings for him as well and didn’t want to pass up the opportunity.
Looking back on it she felt like the dumbest person on Earth. Especially as she stood outside of the practice room with Yoongi’s lunch just to hear, “So the bet ends soon, what’re you going to do?” She hadn’t thought about what would happen after the year was over, his point would be proven and it would be pointless to keep her around after that. And even if she knew that their love was stronger than some bet, the darkness in her head preyed on the slightest insecurities to grow and fog her brain.
She set the food outside the door before quickly wandering off back to the elevator, missing the click of the door signaling someone leaving the practice room.
Yoongi stepped out of the room, in an attempt to leave to grab the promise ring from his bag in his studio when he accidentally kicked something on the floor, and after turning his attention downward and spotting the food his face paled. He glanced around the hallway in search of his girlfriend and upon seein the empty hallway he cursed under his breath, continuing his trek to the studio to grab the ring before bolting out of the building to get to their shared home in time to prevent a disaster. He was well aware of the insecurities his girlfriend held about their relationship and held her closer every night to try getting her to understand how important she is to him.
He drove well over the speed limit and burst into the house as iff a killer was chasing him.
“Baby?” He called throughout the apartment, rushing down the hallway to the bathroom, where his girlfriend usually holed herself up when she was upset. “Baby?” He called through the door, slightly panting from the run as he listened to the sniffles.
“I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t be upset.” She sniffled out, making Yoongi jump into action, pulling open the door and practically throwing his body over her own, acting like a weighted blanket. And as the two laid together on their bathroom floor just hugging each other and trying to calm their emotions, Yoongi reached into his pocket to pull out the ring with a gummy smile.
“You have every right to feel what you feel. We did not get together in a conventional way and that is okay, tough, but okay. We love each other and by no means is the stupid bet going to say anything about that, I knew we’d stay together. I would never dream of breaking this up. So this is my promise to you that you are it for me, and I will spend everyday making this work.” He professed, nudging her to open the box with a grin, watching as her once sad eyes filled with so much love as soon as she processed the words.
After a long shower together and a quick meal the two entangled themselves together into their bed whispering the sweetest of nothings to each other with love radiating through their home.
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Burnout | Sugawara Koushi
Pairing: Suga X Reader (gender neutral)
Genre: angsty fluff, college!AU
"x-whyareyoureadingthis-x asked: Mini Request for college!Sugawara: sitting at your desk at home, studying, and just having a small breakdown, like there's so much work and mid-terms are in full swing and you don't know how to keep up and all that. And Suga just comes from the side, gently taking your head and pulling it against his chest, letting you cry a little. I'm sorry, but this scenario has been stuck in my head for a month now. If you don't feel like writing it don't worry. But I had to tell someone about this 😅"
Author's Note: i took this mini request and made it into a full one so :) I can't resist making this but I know it'll end up too long as a "crumb" anyways T^T but more for you all to be fed hehe also I relate to this feeling so much oof
college
it was the next few years of your life that you always heard would be the "best ones ever" yet here you were
your first ever fall semester and you were miserable
The courses you signed up for were ones you were genuinely interested in based off of what you heard and read about the professor
but now sitting through them, with all their workloads piling up toward the climax of the semester
you sat under your kotatsu and wondered
why were you putting yourself through this?
Were you the only one feeling like this?
Everyone you saw when you looked around anywhere on campus looked like they were handling it well and they were just meeting the expectations of what it meant to be a college student
to become an adult
and here you sat
staring off past your no longer lit computer screen as the leaves fell from your childhood home's backyard
a cool breeze blowing in, through your hair and caressing your cheek but your legs stayed warm under the kotatsu
so why was it just you who couldn't handle it?
you snapped out of your daze, glancing around at all your sprawled-out notes
all the reminders you set around your room of the work you needed to do by when
the reticulate time schedule you created would put you as ahead as you could in terms of work with just maybe a bit of free
only if you were lucky or if your professors had mercy on you and canceled some readings or discussions
your chest felt heavy
your body felt heavy just sitting there on the familiar matted floor of your living room
it was all just so much
everything was just so much
all the material you had to retain
the assignments
the readings
the papers you had to type
and now that things were different from high school
now that things were much more real than in high school, everything was longer
the research you had to do
the articles you had to read
the textbooks you had to read
the prices of everything - tuition, fees, it was all so much
as another cold breeze blew by, your cheek felt even colder
you felt a wet drop on the back of your hand
when did you start crying?
Everything was so manageable in high school
when did high school graduation feel so far away when it was only before this past summer, just a couple of months ago?
when did everything start to feel so heavy?
you took a deep breath, trying not to blink or else you knew your tears would fall
but the tears were blurring your vision
until you saw one sticky note you made weeks ago
it was the schedule of your midterms, three of which were on one day and then the last two were on separate days
you made a list of all the material you had to review
you stared at the note, holding the dulled color little sheet in your fingertips, staring at your own handwriting
when did you start cracking?
A cold gust blew in, forcing the door to open wider
"Y/N~ I brought steamed buns.."
"Koushi.." you broke
his voice died off seeing you in your room, papers floating and being pushed all over the floor around you
you looked like a mess
the bags under your eyes were a lot more present since the last time he saw you just a week ago
the room filled with your stifled sobs as you covered your eyes with the palms of your hands
you could feel how damp they had become
but then you felt the warmth
you moved your hands, your vision blurring but you could feel Koushi
His body was pressed against yours, arms pushing your body into his
as if he was the glue and knew you were falling into pieces
as if he was welding your pieces back together
"I'm here," he spoke, squeezing you a little tighter, his voice saddened seeing you like this
he had a subtle inkling of what was happening to you, seeing the signs but whenever he asked, you would tell him it was just some fatigue a good night's rest couldn't fix
how much he wished he followed his gut
and look at you now
"let it out, Y/N," he caressed your head, brushing his fingers through your hair, holding you close ever so gently
like you were the most precious thing in the world
and to him, you were
you sobbed profusely in his arms
trying your best to tell him everything between gasps and breaths
he nodded, listening, sharing his advice with you
encouraging you
letting you know that he would always be there with you through thick and thin
"You've worked so hard, but you need to rest too," he held your hands, giving them a little squeeze as he looked deep into your eyes
Every time you did try to relax, you felt restless, guilty, like there was more you could've been doing
"you shouldn't feel guilty for taking care of yourself and your health!" he proclaimed
"Now eat a pork bun!" he scrambled, reaching for one from the bag he brought, and stuffing it into your mouth while he scooped up your papers into a neat pile
then finally scooping you into his lap as he pet your head
"we're going to rest today," he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you took a bite
"and feed me too," he widened his mouth, waiting to take a bite of the bun
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"What if I'm pregnant?" "You're a man, silly."
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Crack, Fluff
A/n: Requested by @persefoneniverse ageeesssss ago and I've finally gotten around to finishing it up and posting it lol.
Wc: no idea honestly, it's just a cute little drabble.
Summary: The one where Yoongi shows all the symptoms of pregnancy and thinks he has a baby in his tummy.
Another groan left the lips of your husband, eyes opening in the dark at the sound of his whines. Yoongi sat right up on the bed, bending over with a hand flat against his stomach.
“Bubby,” he whimpered, poking you with his other hand. “Get up.”
“I’m up,” you croaked, stretching your legs until you heard a crack. “Is it back again?”
“It hurts so bad,” he murmured, tenderly rubbing his hand over the sore skin of his belly. “I’m so frustrated.”
“Should I bring the bucket?”
Yoongi sighed. “No, I don’t feel nauseous.”
“That’s what you said last night before you puked, Yoongi.”
“You make it sound like I’m a burden.”
“You’re not,” you frowned, sitting up beside him. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You threw up again just because of the sme-”
“Don’t remind me!” He snapped, eyes wide and holding his breath. “Don’t.”
“Okay,” you nodded, touching his arm gently. “Okay, relax. I’ll get you some lemon water. It helps with nausea.”
Just as you were about to turn to get off of the bed, a hand circled around your wrist.
“Where are you going?”
Blinking slowly, you looked at him in disbelief.
“I just told you. To get you some lemon water. Were you not listening to me?”
“I’m sorry,” he frowned, letting go of your wrist. “I was just trying to forget what happened yesterday.”
“It’s okay,” you ran a hand along his arm. “I’ll be right back. I’ll bring you a bucket too, just in case.”
“Come soon. What if someone kidnaps me while you’re gone?”
“You big baby,” your head fell back in laughter. “Why would anyone kidnap you?”
“Just come back soon. I want to lie down. I’m tired,” Yoongi grumbled with a sigh.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
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His words deflated into a weak puff of air, head tipping back and his body turning to the side before he collapsed onto the floor.
The shriek that left your lips echoed through the house, your footsteps quick and heavy against the flooring as you raced towards your husband.
"Yoongi!" You fell onto your knees beside him, patting his cheeks repeatedly. "Yoongi! Are you okay?"
His eyes rolled to the side, opening them and groaning at the weakness in his body. You cradled his head closer to your chest, gently running a hand through his hair.
"That was embarrassing," he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut again. He raised a hand to rest over yours, pulling it a little so that he could cling onto it.
"I told you to rest, didn't I?" You lightly scolded him, leaning down to rest your lips over his hairline. "You scared me."
"You were there to catch me, though."
"You're such a pain," you whined. "Why don't you just listen to me for once?"
"Get ready."
His head snuggled deeper into your stomach, tugging your palm closer to his chest.
"For what?"
"You're going to be a mom."
For a moment, you froze.
You thought back to the last time you got your period, which was barely a week ago. Frowning in confusion, you looked at Yoongi who had his eyes closed.
"What do you mean I'm going to be a mom?"
"Cuz I'm carrying."
"What?" you guffawed at his words, watching the tiniest of smiles grow on his face.
"Are you saying that you're pregnant?"
"What if I am?"
"You're a man, silly," you slapped his shoulder playfully when he opened his eyes to frown at you.
"Hey! I literally have all the symptoms!"
You helped him sit up, the two of you staying right there on the floor with his hand in yours.
"Yoongi, you're just sick. You're not pregnant. It's physically impossible for you to get pregnant."
"Don't be mean, you're hurting my baby's feelings." He dramatically placed a hand over his stomach to shield said baby away from you.
"Okay," you laughed, deciding to play along.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Hey baby?" you touched his stomach. "I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"
"Yes."
You almost choked at the high-pitched sound that came from Yoongi. Looking up at him in disbelief, your lips rolled into a straight line to bite back the grin that was tearing at your mouth.
"Um," you giggled. "Okay, I'm sorry baby. How you doin' in daddy's stomach?"
Yoongi flexed his abs and then deflated them, hoping to give you a response through that.
"Look, my baby is upset with you," Yoongi frowned. He was about to play along when this time he really felt a pain in his stomach, causing him to twist to the side and let out a groan.
"What's wrong?" you asked worriedly, placing a hand over his arm.
Yoongi shook his head, breathing out heavily before looking back at you.
"It just kicked, don't you know?"
"Yoongi," you deadpanned. "Jokes aside, you just fainted. I think we should go to the doctor."
"I'm fine, bub," he shook his head. "I've just not been able to eat well. That's all."
"I'm beginning to think it was the fish that day," you frowned in concern. "Maybe you have food poisoning."
"Shhhh," he shook his head when your hand raised to touch his temple.
"It's not food poisoning, it's probably because my baby doesn't like fish."
"Your baby doesn't like fish," You parroted back lamely with a snort.
"Mhm," he murmured tiredly, tugging at your arm until you were seated right next to him with your back against the couch behind you. He snuggled into the warmth of your embrace, a deep hum sounding from him when you touched the side of his face.
"My baby might not like fish, but he certainly loves the way you're holding me right now."
"He?"
"Or she," Yoongi shrugged. "But it's most probably a he because he's taken after me. He loves your cuddles, just the way I do."
The fond laugh that soon came from you pulled a whine from him.
"That's just you being a big baby because you don't want to visit the doctor."
"Don't hurt my baby's feelings, bubby."
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big deal || myg
➛ title: Big Deal
➛ pairing: (non romantic) idol!yoongi x reader; ft. ot7
➛ genre: mature rated comedy?
➛ summary: “It’s never a big deal until it becomes your big deal,” Yoongi learns.
➛ rating: 18+
➛ word count: 1.3k
➛ warnings: strong language | attempted and failed blackmailing (like it was pointless lol) | c*cks… lots of c*cks being discussed; specifically Bangtan c*ck | ot7 chaos | this is a complete unedited shit show | open ending just in case | i think that’s all
➛ author’s note: Hi! It’s been a long ass time. I’m so nervous lol. Anyway, this is for @hobeemin & @sweetestofchaos and it has everything to do with this Discord emoji. This is the first completed work I’ve written in months, so please be kind lol. I know it’s bad(it’s supposed to be) and I’m not all too comfortable writing idol aus but I had a ball writing it so just let me have this moment🤣. Also, I don’t want to promise a part 2 but... man I like the thought of mad whiny Yoongi.
“Mine doesn’t even look like that! Guys, look at how thick and short it is.”
Yoongi does an internal eye roll as Jimin lets out another dramatic cry. All this over some damn Discord emojis. Maybe he’s just too old for this shit because he doesn’t see the big deal. At least he’s not the only one.
“It isn’t that deep,” Seokjin states, shoving some ramen in his mouth.
“That’s what Jimin’s girl said,” Jungkook blurts out in a small voice.
He can see Jimin giving them a nasty glare through the monitor screen. It’s just his pride. He feels like the creator of these Bangtan-style Discord emojis should have added a little more length. Yoongi will not deny or confirm whether or not they should have. Still, he can’t help but chuckle as Jimin tries to convince everyone about the truth they already know of.
“Yeah, Jimin. It’s not that serious,” Namjoon chimes in.
He’s taken a seat on the couch, bored with the big discovery they made just a few minutes ago. Someone approached and told them about a website dedicated to Discord emojis. Apparently, a creator’s newest NSFW uploads are BTS-inspired superhero cocks. And well, they just had to see it to believe it.
“Easy for you guys to say. Your cocks are perfect!”
“Well, thanks Jimin,” Jungkook laughs.
“Shut up! You know what I meant.”
He’s not lying, though. This is pure talent. The amount of effort and detail you put into the craft doesn’t go unnoticed. No wonder everyone’s talking about this.
“Jimin, why don’t you just contact the creator? The info is in their bio,” Hoseok suggests.
Jimin and Taehyung begin searching for your number together, both being displeased with their results. While they bicker, Yoongi starts going through the rest of the content.
“And what does yours look like, hm?” Jungkook teases.
Yoongi turns to the youngest member and shrugs. “Don’t know. Didn’t look.”
He returns to scrolling, but Jungkook snatches the mouse out of his hand.
“Well, let’s see,” Jungkook insists. He returns to the newest uploads and looks through the members until he finds the Suga-Man emoji.
“I don’t care about that shit. I know what my dick looks like—”
When Yoongi sees his emoji, he nearly knocks Jungkook to the floor while he tries to regain control of the mouse. He cannot believe his eyes. It’s nothing like the real thing at all. Yoongi’s appalled.
“Where are my details?!”
He catches his outburst seconds after it is too late. All of the members heard him cry out due to the distasteful site. He looks over at Seokjin.
“They forgot some stuff,” he repeats.
“Okay.”
His mouth drops at Seokjin’s lack of empathy.
“Well, I must be the least favorite member,” Yoongi concludes.
“Dude, we don’t talk like that. Remember?”
“Then explain why mine is so plain?!”
Seokjin sighs. “I’ll give you your own advice, bro. It’s not that serious.”
But it is. His emoji dick looks so basic. He has layers that make him unique too. This is so embarrassing.
“Jimin, I don’t think you’re supposed to call the number,” Taehyung shouts, trying to chase down a frantic Jimin.
They’ve somehow managed to find your Instagram and your business number. Jimin couldn’t wait for a second to dial the digits and speak with you, and neither can he.
When Jimin comes beside him for protection from Taehyung, Yoongi grabs the phone and instantly hears it ringing. He starts tapping the desk impatiently, ignoring Jimin’s wails and pleas. He’ll give him the phone after he’s done so he can whine, but this is urgent. You need to make the necessary changes to his emoji immediately or take it down completely.
If you don’t… Well, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.
Just when he believes it’ll go to voicemail, someone answers the phone. They introduce themselves as the creator and ask how they may insist. Yoongi introduces himself also, and after 5 minutes of back and forth because you thought you were getting pranked, he FaceTimes you.
“Woah. It is you,” you gasp. “All of you.”
“Yeah. Anyway, back to our discussion.”
You blink your eyes as if you’re snapping out of a trance, then look directly at Yoongi.
“Sorry, what were you saying? I wasn’t listening because I thought you were fucking with me,” you admit.
With a groan, Yoongi repeats himself.
“Those emojis you made, the Bangtan Super Cock set. It’s inaccurate.”
“No, it’s not,” you deny.
The other members are summoned by Namjoon for practice, and Yoongi waves, signaling he’ll be following shortly.
“Oh, hell yeah it is,” he scoffs.
“How so?”
Yoongi can hear mischief in your voice. He wasn’t born yesterday. He knows how this goes.
“Look, all I’m saying is mine has no texture or detail. It’s boring and looks nothing like the real thing.”
Your giggles have him both annoyed and amused because you’re actually kind of cute. You’re definitely not someone he’d suspect to be making these types of things.
“What texture or details did I neglect to add, Suga-Man?”
“Cut the shit,” he orders, but you continue to tease.
He’s thankful the others are out of here because he’d never hear the end of this.
“Can you just add something to make it look less sleek?”
“No,” you cackle. “Why would I do that?”
“Because—”
He almost slips up, but he catches himself.
“Look, just do it or I’ll sue you,” he threatens.
“You can’t do that.”
“I can try.”
There is more laughter on your end of the line before you eventually stop and tilt your head.
“Why does it matter so much?” you ask. “I mean… It must be serious if you called this number. No one calls this number. I’m just a small content creator.”
You make it seem like your work isn’t mind blowing. He wouldn’t know where to start, and yet you have hundreds of emojis created, and they’re free. But he can’t go on like this. Not when he knows there’s a misrepresentation of his cock going around. No way.
“Just add some veins, and that’ll do,” he mutters.
Once again, you giggle.
“Nope. My creations come from my mind, and that is what my brain told me to draw.”
“You hate me, don’t you?”
“Of course not,” you assure. “You’re my bias.”
“Then add the effects and make me look good!”
“It doesn’t work like that,” you argue.
Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and tries his best to work on an effective strategy.
“I’ll pay you,” he offers, but you refuse.
“I’m good.”
Silence follows, and you both are just staring at each other at this point. Time is winding down, and Namjoon will come looking for him in a minute. The longer he stays on this call, the bigger the risk he has of getting caught. He’s already playing a dangerous game. You could be recording all of this, and he wouldn’t know until it’s slapping him in the face. This really wasn’t worth getting flustered over now that he thinks about it.
“Why are you so passionate about this?” you ask. He can hear the genuine curiosity in your tone, so he answers truthfully.
“My cock isn’t boring,” he repeats. “It’s not average.”
A long sigh travels past your semi-parted lips as you lean forward, getting closer to the screen. Damn, you aren’t just cute. You’re hot. Now he’s definitely embarrassed.
Your smirk has him thinking you’ll show pity but looks can be very deceiving he’ll learn. You end the call with a challenge.
“Prove it.”
Yoongi sits there until the members physically force him to come practice. He never mentions what happened on that phone call, but best believe, it’s still lingering in his mind.
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Maybe a Drabble of having high sex with yoongi
Whacky tobacky
Genre: Lovely Smut
Pairing: Sober Dom Min Yoongi and 💕High!Sub💕 Female Reader
Posions: High Female Reader, Oral (Female Reader Receiving), Slight Hairpulling, Nipple/Breast worship, DirtyTalk, BareBack, Rough sex Slight over stimulation and creampie (Please use condoms irl)
Author note: I don’t know who or what to base this on, so I kinda use myself as reference just how y/n is acting rest is 100% imaginary.
A few loud coughs echoed through the apartment, as yoongi walked out of the kitchen holding a bag of chips. You took another pull from your blunt, he handed you the bag as he sat down on the couch next to you. “Thank you.” you said cheerfully as you exhaled the smoke, yoongi jokingly pushed the smoke out of his face. “Sorry.” you quickly said before giggling a bit, you took another pull before ashing your blunt and lightly placing it in the ashtray. You exhaled the smoke out of your mouth, as you opened the bag of chips then ate a few then grabbed your blunt again. Yoongi looked over at you and smiled at you, “How do you feel after you smoke that stuff?” He asked.
“When I get high?” You asked giggling, you then looked at the tv again “Meh it’s kind of a natural feeling now, I feel just different than bored like a much better feeling.” You said before giggling again. You ashed into the ashtray again then placed your blunt in it again, before looking over at yoongi and then smiled at him. “If you wanna ask me if I get horny from smoking weed, then not actively moubut if you wanna do it then I wouldn’t mind. Just let me hit my blunt a few more times, and eat a few more chips.” You replied before eating a few more chips. You got up and started taking your shirt off, “We don’t have to do it right now.” He said chuckling.
“Don’t worry, I’m okay enough to do plus it’s been a few days since we had sex anyway.” You said as you finished taking your shirt off, he got up and took his shirt off after you. You slid your shorts off next, then kicked them over to the side of the room. Yoongi grabbed the elastic of his boxers, and pulled them down showing you his semi-hardon. “You know I said we were in our underwear right?” You asked, he shrugged then sat back down on the couch you smirked then unclipped your bra and took it off followed by your panties. You sat down next to yoongi, he grabbed your lighter and the rest of your blunt off the table and then handed it to you.
You took it then placed your blunt in between your lips then lit it, and pulled until the cherry was bright red you quickly exhaled before still ending up coughing out a bit as you quickly put your blunt out. “Would you believe me if I said I used to get high with another rapper in our underwear, it was so fun, we should do it it’ll be so much more fun with you.” You said smiling at him. “You’ve been getting high with another rapper?” Yoongi asked jokingly, “We didn’t even do anything most of the tim- “No it’s just that you know other rappers.” Said yoongi interrupting you.
“It was just him I promise.” You said smiling softly reassuring him, You inhaled feeling Yoongi grab you gently and moved you closer to himself. You smiled then exhaled after a second before putting the blunt in between your lips again. You inhaled again purposefully delaying yoongi, he lightly took your blunt out of your hand and then put it out in the ashtray. You smiled as you exhaled your smoke, then leaned over and kissed yoongi deeply, he kissed you back sliding his tongue into your mouth. You lightly broke the kiss and smiled at him, “You know I could have done that myself.” You said teasingly.
After another light kiss, he helped you onto your back then you jokingly kicked your legs up, he grabbed your legs and gently pinned them up against you. Yoongi leaned down and lightly slid his tongue up against your pussylips, after a few more licks his tongue slid his tongue in between them. You started heavily breathing, but they quickly turned into moans and your pussy slowly got wetter. His whole tongue started sliding up your pussy, your clit constantly feeling his tongue up against it or flicking it.
You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to quiet your moans so the neighbors wouldn’t hear you. Yoongi’s tongue started focusing on your clit, he reached up and grabbed your arm pulling your hand off your mouth. His tongue slipped inside your pussy, and started swirling it around it as he tried to make it go as deep as it could. Yoongi suddenly slid his tongue back out before starting his attack on your clit again, you grabbed his hair as you start squirming and moaning again. Yoongi started humming vibrating your clit, your moans getting louder as you got closer to cumming.
You bit your bottom lip and gently pulled at his hair as you came, yoongi kept your legs as still as possible. Yoongi sat up before leaning down his nose nearly touching yours, “I keep telling you not to cover your mouth, I always wanna hear your moans and I don’t care who hears.” He said before kissing your forehead. Yoongi slowly started thrusting inside your pussy, he slowly sped up his thrusts turning your airy moans into embarrassing loud ones. His thrust suddenly stopped he readjusted his grip on your legs grabbing them tighter, then angled himself before thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy making you moan.
He started roughly thrusting into your pussy, you started moaning as you reach up and lightly wrapped your arms around him. Yoongi’s thrusting got rougher and harder, he released one of your legs and started rubbing your clit. “Do you still wanna bring up that under rapper around me, tell me who’s better me or him hmmm?” He asked making you blush, “D-don’t ask me questions like that in the middle- you moaned out as yoongi thrust faster. “Tell me!” He nearly moaned rubbing your clit faster, “You’re so much better.” You said before moaning out and cumming again.
“Shit!” You moaned and then with a few more thrusts he came deep inside you. Taking a few moments he slowly pulled out your pussy then he kissed your lips deeply.
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Night Routine ~ MYG
WORD COUNT: 1.4K
GENRE: established relationships, parent AU, cute, fluffy, Yoongi being appreciative of his wife, both of them being adorable for one another
PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024
⤜MASTERLIST
A/N: I’m sorry this came out so short T-T
When you first found out that you were having a baby you'd worried that things were going to be strained between you and Yoongi, but you couldn't have been more wrong. Ever since you told him about the pregnancy he had become one of the most dotting husbands you could have ever asked for, anything you needed - or wanted - you got with only one ask. Though there had been a time in your pregnancy when Yoongi had been a little over the top with you, refusing to let you do anything except rest in bed until your waters broke.
"He's the cutest baby, ever," Yoongi told the boys as they sat in the living room. It was a few weeks since you'd given birth and it was finally time the uncles met their nephew, which they'd all nicknamed "Little Min".
"I think you're biassed," You giggled as you watched Yoongi rocking back and forth on the rocking chair with your son, his eyes fixated on him as if he could never look away. Yoongi could barely get away from his son, which you loved since you knew there were many parents out there that didn't want anything to do with their kids and you were thankful every day that Yoongi wasn't one of those.
The man had continued to postpone going back to work after his paternity leave had ended, choosing to use most of his holiday days from work for now and even asking if there was a way he could work from home. Yoongi never wanted to leave little Min's side, or yours for that matter which you found rather cute, though you were going to miss him when HYBE would eventually demand him back at the building. While Yoongi could happily work from home there was eventually going to come to a point where he would have to go back.
There had been a time in his life when work was the only thing that interested him, that if he wasn't working he was sleeping but now all of that was on the back burner as he put his family before everything.
"I will say, Little Min, is very cute." Taehyung chuckled as he looked over Yoongi's shoulder and smiled. The baby boy looked almost identical to you save for his nose which was most definitely your husband's, the boys fell in love the moment you gave birth.
"He'll get mine and Yn's talents all mixed into one tiny package," Yoongi told the boys as you smiled a little, your eyes getting heavier the longer you sat there. It had been a long night last night since Little Min decided he was going to cry every time you left the room to go back to your own bed, in the end, you'd ended up falling asleep on the rocking chair which hadn't been the best decision since now you had a cramp in your neck.
"The baby keeping you up at night, Yn?" Jimin questioned when he noticed that you were starting to slowly nod off on them, you never once complained about the late nights but it was obvious that they were starting to get to you. You were finding it harder and harder to stay awake through the day and you knew it wasn't ideal when you would be alone with your son soon. But it was your job as a mother to stay awake with him in the night and to make sure you could ease him back to sleep.
"He sleeps through the night," Yoongi announced proudly, not knowing the truth, your heart sunk a little as you realised it was going to come out to your husband, that wasn't in fact the case. You'd kept it from him, you knew how hard he worked and you didn't want your son to wake him in the middle of the night so you made sure to go straight away.
"Are you sure? Because Yn looks shattered," Namjoon chuckles, adding a quick "no offensive" at the end as you let out a tired laugh and shake your head. It was true you looked tired and you knew it, god even your bags had bags at this point but you weren't going to complain, not even once.
"Yn?" Yoongi turned himself to look at you, studying you for a moment and realising just how tired you did look and his heart broke a little.
"Does he wake you up?" Yoongi frowned, glancing over at you as you bit down on your lip a little, you didn't hide it from him to be mean or anything like that, it was simply because you wanted him to rest. Yoongi needed his sleep for work, you could always catch up on it the next day while your son napped.
"Only sometimes," You lied, your nose scrunching up as you did so and Yoongi pouted a little. He'd been with you long enough to know the telltale signs of when you were lying and your nose scrunching like that was one of them,
"Yn," He laughed weakly and shook his head at you, the boys smiled at one another and got up. It was obvious that you and Yoongi needed some time alone to talk about this and they were going to give that to you,
"We'll see you guys later, okay?" Jin asked as he bent down, giving you a tight squeeze as you hugged him back and smiled. The boys had become like brothers to you over the years,
"And if you ever need a babysitter, I'm only down the street," Hobi suggested as he hugged you next, moving to go and give little Min a kiss on the forehead as he fussed a little.
Once the boys had left Yoongi put your son back down to sleep and came to sit beside you on the loveseat, your head fell onto his shoulder and he held onto your hand, running his thumb over your skin. The thought of you doing all of the night feeds and changes crawled into his mind and guilt began to weigh him down,
"Why didn't you tell me he wasn't sleeping through the night? I could have been helping you," He whispered as you shook your head at him,
"You're going back to work soon, I didn't want you to be tired." You mumbled, yawning a little before looking up at Yoongi who seemed dumbfounded,
"I'm his mother, it's my job to be up with him." You mumbled the saying to him. You'd done so much online research and saw just how strong all of the other mothers were with this you knew you had to power through and be that for your son. If other people could stay up through the night and feel fine the next day then you were going to be the same way.
"You're the best mother in the world, that's true but do you know what I am?" He quizzed, moving a little to reach for a blanket to cover you both with, your eyes getting too heavy for you to try and keep open and you let them shut. Snuggling into your husband and letting out a relieved sigh as your body relaxed against his,
"Hmm?" You questioned, too tired to form any actual words at the moment,
"I'm his father which means it is also my job to look after him," He smiles as he notices your body relaxing more and more as you sink into a sleep state,
"And you." His voice seemed to be getting further away as you listened to him, a clear sign you were more tired than you thought and he smiled weakly.
"From now on, we will share the night routine. You're a strong mother Yn and there's no shame in asking for help," He whispered but you were already fast asleep by the time he said it.
You woke with a jump as you glanced around, you were laid in bed but the last thing you remembered was being on the loveseat with Yoongi, your husband, who wasn't in bed with you.
"Yoongi?" You whispered sliding out of the bed, grabbing your cardigan and making your way to the nursery, stopping in the door frame to see Yoongi who was cradling your son and rocking on the rocking chair inside of the room.
"He was fussing, so I came to put him back to sleep." He whispered, making your heart flutter as you knelt down beside the chair and looked at your two favourite boys in the whole world.
"We share the night routine," He ordered before kissing your cheek and sending you back to your own bed for the rest of the night so you could get some much needed rest.
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perks of being a househusband.
SERIES.
pairing: min yoongi x reader
plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.
warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: finally, a masterlist! :> no concrete story here btw!! just a bunch of mismatched scenarios that will be written and posted with no particular schedule. enjoy!!!
INDEX.
I WAS HOPING I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THIS.
I ALWAYS GET THE JOB DONE.
THIS IS OUR TERRITORY.
MY BOSS JUST GAVE ME ORDERS.
FLASHBACK: WHEN YOU FIRST MET.
BONUS: HOLLY'S WALK.
I'M PROTECTING MY TURF IN MY OWN WAY.
[MORE TO BE ADDED]
COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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heated red
╰┈➤ synopsis — Min Yoongi is a man of duality. Familiar with the sugary sweet side, you can’t help but be shocked at what hides behind closed doors.
╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!suga x reader
╰┈➤ word count — 3.5k
╰┈➤ content warning — murder, … DETAILED murder, gore, violence, strong language, yandere behavior, angst
Everything about Yoongi is sugary sweet. From head to toe, Min Yoongi is the sun of your universe. Every action and every gesture proves that he’s the world’s best boyfriend.
You two have been dating for just over 2 years now, and it’s nothing short of perfection. At the beginning of your relationship, Yoongi could be mistaken as cold and uncaring; but his shy and thoughtful feelings are what brought you two together. It took some time for you both to become familiar with each other. Yet, Yoongi was determined in his attempts to get to know you. A rough relationship, still fresh and sensitive, bloomed into one of trust and time. Each touch that whispers against your skin says, “I know you, I understand you, I love you.” What Yoongi can't convey with the words that tongue-tie him, he settles to portray in his body language.
His hands always feel so solid from the way they sink into your skin, assuring you of his presence and affection for you. Candy-coated words slide down your throat while he kisses you, mumbling confessions between breaths; “God, I’m so in love with you,” a breathless kiss in between, “I’d do anything for you.” No word he speaks is dishonest and each letter weighs with the seriousness of his admission. His eyes blind you in a heated red with how much fire burns beneath them. Burnt brown eyes, almost burdensome, frequently border on urgent. As if no matter how many times he says the words, it’ll never be enough for you to understand his devotion to you.
Yoongi is loyal, kind, sweet, and everything else in between. You have no doubt that Yoongi will always continue to remain a constant comfort in your life. Although, no matter what way your brain has interpreted his presence, everyone else seems to think otherwise.
Regardless of who you cross paths with, friends, family, or foe, they plant seeds of doubt into your pretty little head. These troubling thoughts fester with wicked intentions and ideas. In Yoongi’s words, “The filth these people spit at you are just lies. Twisting themselves into your opinions and trying to cut me out. They’re just jealous. Don’t talk about them again.” When Yoongi speaks about the people that spill the blood that corrupts your mind, his face turns sour and his eyes shadow dark slits. This harsh look has played on your mind enough for you to stop bringing up the subject completely.
Yet these off comments and anxious looks continue to devour your mind. Whispers pick up in the wind about how Yoongi is a liar. They talk about the dead eyes that contradict the expressive cat-like ones that follow your motions. His heavy hands on your hips don’t match up to the tight grip he takes to the back of your friend’s necks. A warning, or a friendly gesture; you and those around you seem to have two very different ways of deciphering the deeper design of Yoongi’s actions.
Today you felt like you were living life in a maze. Chasing demands from not only your boss, but Yoongi too. You spent the day running around the city until the sun set.
You vividly remember how this morning had gone. Walking in through the elevator, shots of minimalistic grey meet your eye. Stale flowers and sweet perfume waft into the wind. You can’t help but feel small in the presence of such expensive luxury. Girls and guys decorated like dolls in diamonds. Even the blood on their hands shines like rubies. A strike upon the back of your head interrupts your staring.
“What are you doing standing there doing nothing? I’ve got things for you to do.”
You’ve run yourself down running around like a headless chicken. Searching across town for the products and tasks you’ve been sent to complete. Vain efforts that are impractical and impossible.
Once the hand hits 5 and your work is done for the day, Yoongi had texted you asking a few favours. No matter how drained you were, you could never refuse a request from him. You dragged your drowsy self into the driver’s seat and prayed the time would go by fast.
It did not. It seemed as if Yoongi was persistent that you stay running into endless walls and dead-ends. Too many things out of stock, nonexistent, or a million miles away. The stars start to shine in the sky, mirroring the way your eyes glisten with galaxies of exhaustion.
The drive home is a blue blur. Your head mixes up time with tiredness, and your sore eyes paint watercolour tears over your surroundings. This bleary fog blinds you, and once it lifts the slightest bit, you find yourself standing at the front door.
When you walk through the door, you wish you hadn’t. Yoongi’s kneeled over someone, it would look intimate if it wasn’t for the muffled screams and rageful roars that harmonize in the air. He’s shouting at her, choking and stumbling through laughter that never seizes. She’s trying to scream, but his hand holds a rag that’s shoved halfway down her throat. A dirted knife is held in his other.
You can barely recognize the women beneath her own blood and carnage, but you manage. You’re able to distinguish the bleached blonde hair that he rips from her scalp. The array of hair sprawled out around the two bodies guides your eyes to the bejeweled earrings you set your sights upon only hours earlier. This gore has glossed over the diamonds, leaving them dull and lifeless.
You remember the face that matched the gems, young and confident. That pearly white smile that once had you feeling envious has been knocked off her cocky grin. You’re able to pinpoint her place above you. Her, the idolized icon and you as her dirty dog.
She’s your manager, or maybe she won’t be when Yoongi’s finished with her. She adopted you to be her pet. A plaything to possess in her position of power. Always replaceable and inevitably desperate, you played along with her game to keep your job. It paid well and the benefits were more than anyone could ever hope for. In a game of pain and promise, you chose the former in order to receive the latter. This tiresome torture laid an ache in your heart, yet Yoongi was there to stitch back the pieces. Giving yourself up to be teased and toyed with by a tyrant allowed you to have a peaceful life with Yoongi, separate from the harm.
Yet sometimes, in the blue afternoon when the world is set to silence, the stinging sadness slips through the cracks. You’ve never been good at keeping things hidden from Yoongi, and you’d like to assume the same for him too. You strained your sore throat through the crying and told Yoongi about everything that happens daily at work. Her taunts that leave you tense and the impossible tasks she’d give only to punish you after you failed to complete them.
Your rampant rant had left you tired and you leaned up against his chest. The only sound that made sense in your mind was the rushing red flowing through his heart. A serene song that serenades you to sleep. You counted the beats as you drifted off into dreamland. 1, a heart that keeps Yoongi alive. 2, a heartbeat that means he’s here. 3, a heartache that tears him apart.
You couldn’t see it then, off in euphoria while Yoongi laid wide awake. But a bloodshot look with black pupils bled misery down his features. Hot and steady, sorrow fell off his face and the teardrops kissed your skin. Yoongi’s head and heart had been set ablaze into a state of chaos. Hot fury and cold desperation confused him. He’s angry and sad all at once. Although, much like any other time, his rage outweighed the anguish and fiery eyes ignited.
This was 3 days ago. Yet now you stand amidst an annihilation. The bloodbath soaks every surface of your home. Lost pieces of hair, skin, and claret carnage find their way upon tabletops and splattered across the walls. The sight steals your breath, making you a mute statue in this red revelation. After minutes of struggling with a swollen tongue and stolen speech, you squeak out his name in surprise.
“Yo-Yoongi,” the words leave your lips tainted in tragedy. You can barely make out a single syllable from the flood of nausea that rushes through you. You sound so betrayed, it sends a hot hell-fire burning through Yoongi. The knife clatters to the floor when he whips his head up to face you.
“Y/n!” His gasp is laced with feverish panic that leaves his heart racing. Liquid white agony tangles itself through his veins.
Once Yoongi directs all his attention to this distraction, the victim on the ground struggles against the dark burden of death. Her shrill scream pierces the silence as she whips her head back and forth in hysteria. Her own mindless panic causes her to smack her head against the wooden floorboards 10 times over. Blood sprays every which way as she mindlessly flails her lost limbs. It’s pathetic to watch her squirm under the inevitable circumstances. Severed stumps replace what was once her arms. Her legs fare no better; mutilated beyond repair, the joints cause their appendages to stick up in an unflattering way.
The girl’s ear splitting shrieks muddled together with her own blood continue on without stopping. The inhumane noises are both maddening and horrifying to two different people.
Yoongi feels his irritation rise to a breaking point. The fucked up bitch lying desperate on the floor is trying to ruin his chances of explanation.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He roughly grabs her head and bashes it into the floor until she stops screaming. She’s left a mangled mess upon the ground. Skin slit in every direction, and cuts ripped apart from the force of his anger. Brain matter spills out the back of her dented cranium. Her whole body twitches before falling into a limp pile amongst the bloodshed.
Yoongi stands back up from his place knelt over her corpse. He frantically attempts to wipe off the scarlet sins that stain his hands. With a wild fever, Yoongi rubs his hands raw onto his pants and shakes his head in stress. You can see the way the stress sinks into his eyes as well, red-rimmed and tearing up as they stare into you.
“Y/n, y/n please. Please listen.” Each word is slurred together from the tears and terror that take hold of him. He rushes toward you in desperation and you watch as his eyes widen when you step back. “Please, this doesn’t mean anything. I still love you, I LOVE YOU!” His hopelessness destroys his composure as he begins yelling in order to get his message across. Seeing you flinch and fail to hide the fear in your watery eyes leads Yoongi to take a different approach. “I love you, I love you. This is just proving how much you mean to me.” He’s reached you now. Standing six inches away and tugging your figure to fall into him. “I’d do anything for you.” He mumbles his declaration in a low tone. He matches your misty eyes and stares into you.
He holds half your weight, keeping your knees from giving in and dropping you downwards. He keeps you pushed gently against the wall and pressed into his chest. His hands keep your head cradled gently as he moves to hug you close.
He lays kisses along your jawline and makes his way up, hoping that if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to subdue the sadness. He’s counting the crystals as they fall and making sure they don’t double.
Yoongi hates seeing you cry. His hands shake along with yours as the remorse for his actions flows through him. Although don’t be mistaken, his repentance should not be confused with regret. No, Yoongi doesn’t regret killing that filthy bitch at all. Pride swells in his chest and he chokes back a smile from reminiscing on her screams. Yoongi instead is regretful of not being more careful. He should’ve hidden this better. Shouldn’t have gotten caught up in the rush and been careless with his decisions. He wishes you never would’ve seen that.
Your tears leave tracks in the bloodshed he’s spilled upon you. Your cries have been shushed into small sniffles, but you feel all the same. Shock has taken over your limbs, leaving them heavy for him to carry. All thoughts have been blown out of your head at the drop of this bombshell.
What were once lipstick marks are now bloodstains. He continues to kiss the pain away. Dragging his lips slowly up your neck and back down lower. These ruby smudges leave raised marks when his caressing begins to hold back an anger. If you could get your mouth to mutter easy words, then you would tell him that his lips sting. His kisses feel like bleach to bare skin. The trails he traces down your body leave shadows of his sins. Each peck he places on your pink cheeks holds the memories of the shouts he yelled only moments prior.
“Let me get you cleaned up.” His husky whisper is placed at the base of your jaw. He pulls himself away far enough to look in your eyes. Your foreheads almost touching and your warm breath being shared between you. When you don’t resist he places a final kiss to your lips before steadying you against him once more.
He’s patient and careful in the way he puppeteers your movements. Taking control of each limb as if it’s his own. He towers over you with the way he holds you. Your feet placed atop his, he walks you two, slow and steady, to the bedroom. Placing you down on the bed, he keeps you safe with your head nestled into his neck. He kisses the top of your head and lingers. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, he asks a question that only stills in the quiet.
“Good?” There’s no response. He bends down a tad bit further to try and look into your drowsy eyes. Your head hung so heavy against his collarbone only lets him move so far. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” He takes off your top, moving to your pants, and then follows with your underwear. Empathetic emotions sway his movements as every action is taken bit-by-bit. Taking your body’s behavior as a guiding force on what causes your anxiety to jump. Strong, sharp movements cause you to recoil and a voice that resembles even a hint of a shout or gravely tone sends shivers up your spine. Your goosebumps travel across Yoongi’s skin too.
Now you’re left bare and sensitive under his skin. Yoongi works to avoid your empty eyes. Instead, he makes sure to support your vulnerable soul. You’ll remain in his arms where he’ll keep you warm and safe. He clings to your fading existence as he takes you into the bathroom. He holds a patient pace, wary of the wind that might steal away more pieces of you.
He tears his clothes off in a blur, focused on attending to you. Sitting you on the edge of the bathtub, he reaches over to turn on the shower. Each minute is counted in Yoongi’s head as he waits for the water to warm up. One hand extended out to feel the heat, and the other rested on the crown of your head. You rest against his stomach, forehead sticking to his stress induced sweat. So limpid and lazy, you don’t even take the chance to outstretch yourself and grasp onto him. His waist is cold without your arms wrapped around it. Your brittle breath against his belly-button only startles the man instead of teasing a lustful heat that such a position would usually bring. You just lay like a dead doll against him. So silent and still you can almost hear the snakes that stir up a storm in his stomach.
When the water is a tender temperature, Yoongi picks you up from the meat of your thighs and slides you two into the steam. You stay standing under the water for a while; waiting and watching as time continues its cascade. Yoongi tries to take away all the blood smeared across both of you. Slender hands slide across your skin, rubbing at the red until it washes away.
His actions soon become more aimless as he grows selfishly desperate to feel your soul. His hands laid heavy upon your hips. His grip tightens and he places meaningless pecks anywhere he can find. His fingernails press a little too deep into your pink flesh, yet there’s no reaction to the pain. His hands work in a flurry to fist any piece of skin he can latch onto. Your wet bodies are so close you’re on the verge of blurring into one. So close, yet Yoongi still can’t feel you. There’s no life beneath his fingertips.
Your despondency startles him. Usually your energetic nature is what he relies on most. A permanent piece of his life that never changes and never falters. Just looking at you now, feeling the cold statue in his arms, he wants to cut himself to shreds attempting to bleed out this displeasure. Even if it is his own doing, he’ll make sure he’s also the one to fix you.
Yoongi starts by shifting you both so you can sit in the base of the bathtub. He reaches to the shelf above your head and grabs the shampoo. His hands work their way through your hair. He detangles the knots from both your curls, and hopefully your mind. Yoongi has always been so meticulous in everything he does. He takes long, languid movements to assure no soap gets in your eyes. And when a droplet slips past his grasp, he’ll kiss away the escapee while grimacing at the suds his tongue tastes.
His caring efforts are used to calm himself just as much as they are meant for you. He’s trying to distract himself from his uneven breathing that edges the line of a mental breakdown. His rasping continues as he now reaches for the second bottle above you.
Once again, Yoongi works to lather the conditioner in his hands before smoothing it through your hair. He’s petting you how someone would comfort a dog, or console a crying child. Each easy touch he makes in order to not startle you any further. When he grabs the soap, he’s diligent with his motions. Efficient at scrubbing you clean, but tender in the way he maneuvers you.
An hour washes itself down the drain. The water has run cold and the stream has cooled away. Yoongi takes your hands and wraps them around his neck before picking you up. He places you on the bathmat and reaches to grab a towel. You're patted dry before being wrapped in the dirty towel. Lifted up again, the man in front of you takes another dry towel off the rack. Yoongi is shaking from the frigid temperature that creeps around him. This feeling could be the least of his worries and he only pays attention to scaring away the icy droplets from your hair. He smooths your hair in one stroke with the towel then follows up by softening your strands with a brush. This two step process continues until Yoongi has been completely air-dried by the bitter cold. Random but repeated chills bite along his bare back and stir up shivers.
Atrophy sets in when Yoongi begins to dress you. You're shock-still and there are no signs of it stopping. Unstirring and motionless, set to fall unless Yoongi was there to hold you. It’s significantly more difficult to dress you, so Yoongi only settles for underwear and one of his shirts. He decides to only wear boxers, opting to show you the most humane and vulnerable parts of himself. He leaves himself defenseless, ready to accept anything you give him. You’re pulled and pushed until you settle into the sheets. Both Yoongi and the bed wrap around you. Clinging to every empty space of you, they work to make you warm and soft for sleep.
Yoongi pushes himself closer against you and tugs at the covers to bring them up higher. His bitten lips lay resting on the nape of your neck. He navigates his hands through the blankets to find your own. He noses the back of your neck and wishes pretty pleas for you to wake up like none of this ever happened
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” His melody of the sincerest apologies sings you to sleep. His hymn echoes off the shadowed walls of the bedroom and settles into background noise. The soft words vibrate against your back, almost resembling a purr. Saccharine sorrys and repeats of “Don’t be afraid, I’d never hurt you,” are mumbled until Yoongi loses his voice. His sore throat stings with a metallic taste.
Feverish determination ends up sedating his sorrows. He’ll guide you into his good graces once again. He’s patient and gentle. As time tumbles onwards, he’ll be the best boyfriend once again, because everything about Yoongi is sugary sweet.
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Over 18’s Only
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Charger…
You’re out of breath rushing from the elevator to the hotel room door. You hear a ping from your phone, reminding you to turn it on silent and a chance to quickly check your notifications.
Suga Live… There he is clear as day, staring back at you through the screen waiting for Army to appear!
“I don’t believe it, is he for real!?”
You’ve travelled the longest 15 hours to get to your boyfriends side and surprise him for the last stretch of his tour and he’s just went live to speak with his beloved Army.
“Did you guys know?” You ask a couple of staff waiting with you.
“They’ve just message to say that they tried to delay him but he wasn’t taking no for answer. He’s ordered food though so probably won’t be on too long?”
“Can’t you guys let me in? Pretend I’m the hotel staff with his food? I won’t interrupt his live… I know how important they’re to him and Army”
“He might be mad if we don’t give him advance warning”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that!…” you say confidently. “Fuck it!”… You take a deep breath, compose yourself and ring the bell. The staff run and hide either side of you…
“Cowards” you laugh.
You hear his deep voice getting closer and the door unlocking. The door opens slowly and he peaks his head round… then pulls the door wide open and stands there, mouth wide open staring back at you in total disbelief and in all his beautiful post concert glory.
You put your finger to his lips and mouth “Shhhh”. Leaning in you whisper in his ear “Hello my love” brushing your lips down his cheek you kiss him softly on the lips.
He lets out a sigh and leans into your cheek, then grabbing you by the scruff of your hoodie, he pulls you in and pushes you up against the door forcing it shut.
He cups your face with both hands and scrunches his face while you try to contain your smile.
You’re not sure if its anger or frustration and let’s be honest you don’t care, you’ve missed him like crazy.
He’s desperate to greet you the way he usually would but Army would definitely hear!
He softly pecks at your lips and wraps his arms around your waist squeezing you in tight, almost breathing you in.
You gently push him back and mouth the words “Go to Army”. He steals another kiss and goes back to his live stream.
Tiptoeing further into the room you slowly climb on to the bed taking your hoodie off to reveal your “Yoongi Marry Me!” t shirt you sit and watch as he continues to chat.
He looks so good and his voice is extra deep. You feel a little tingle in the pit of your stomach listening to him talk. You try to make yourself comfortable on the bed hugging his pillow while you watch on but you’re desperate to hold him.
He’s doing his best to keep his composure but his eyes keep flicking back and forth around the room to you and back to the screen. He laughs when he realises whats printed on your t shirt.
He runs his fingers through his hair, commenting about how long it’s getting.
You bite the pillow in frustration and flop back on the bed desperate to call out his name for him to come to you. He’s such a tease even when he’s not trying to be.
“Let me just go wash my hands guys” he says.
He quickly walks up to the bed and slowly slides his fingers over your stomach, across your boobs he bends down and kisses you hard and slow.
Just as you move in closer for more, he walks away to the bathroom casually flicking on the tap and smiling looking back at you, watching you trying to catch your breath.
You sit up and move to the side of the bed facing him. He looks back over at you still smirking at the fact he has you flustered.
“Fuck You” you slowly mouth.
“Fuck Me?!” He mouths back dramatically pointing to his chest and pouting.
Smiling he mouths “Kiss me!”
You tease and shake your head slowly “No”
He scrunches his face… aggressively points his finger at you, then to his lips and mouths “Now!”
You slowly shake your head again and mouth “No” with a coy smile.
He throws the towel on the floor and lunges towards you, you quickly scramble to the other side of the bed.
Waving your hand frantically to him you mouth “Stop” and then point back over to his desk set up.
He bites his knuckles in frustration and makes his way back to his live.
You climb back on the bed and wait impatiently.
He chats for what feels like forever but it’s not that long before you hear him say “Ok guys erm… my food is here now so I’m going to go eat and then head to bed, see you soon thank you for today! Bye” he waves switching the camera off.
You throw the pillow to the floor and excitedly jump up on the bed now you have him to yourself.
Within seconds of switching off his live stream he rushes towards you shouting “Yah!… Kiss me now!… I demand it!” He laughs
“Nope…” you shake your head while you wobble unsteadily on the bed.
“You can’t just rock up here and sit there looking all beautiful and perfect like that and refuse to kiss me! I cannot approve of this!” He laughs
“Beautiful and perfect!?” You snort (tea stained jogging bottoms, t shirt and unwashed hair in some sort of bun). “I’m sorry, come here my love” you reach your hand out to him…
He grabs your wrist pulling you down to him. He catches you and kisses you softly, his tongue lightly gliding across your lips. He sucks down hard on your bottom lip, which you love and he knows it.
Your kisses get more intense, you start to run your fingers through the back of his hair pulling him to you. His hands are everywhere eventually squeezing at your arse. You both stumble back falling on to the bed.
He nuzzles his face into your neck and lets out a heavy sigh, you feel the weight of him relax on you as he tucks his hands underneath you, still firmly holding onto your arse.
“I’m so glad you’re here”
“Me too, but you must be exhausted. You should have some food and get some sleep, you need to build your energy back up”
“Can we stay like this for a little while?” He mumbles into your neck.
“Mmmh yes please” you say wrapping your arms around him as you melt into each other.
“You’ve definitely gave 100% again today my love, I’m so proud of you. You’ve worked so hard and everyone can see how much you’ve grown. I hope you know that?” you say stroking your fingers through his hair.
You feel him take in a deep breath…
“Thank you” he mumbles into your neck his voice breaking a little.
“Yoongs…? Are you ok”
He tucks himself into you closer, wrapping his leg over you.
“Yeah I’m just tired and I didn’t realise how much I was missing you. I’m almost scared to ask how long I have you for?”
“For the rest of the tour if you’ll have me?”
“If I’ll have you!? Are you kidding!” He jumps up, feet either side of you he starts jumping up and down on the bed bouncing you around till he eventually flops to his knees “Aaaagh! My legs”
“You need to re charge them batteries, before you start jumping around again granpa!” You laugh rubbing his knees.
He straddles over you, leaning in he slowly kisses down your neck, your cheek and then softly pecks at your lips. You kiss each other desperately, tongues softly gliding into each others again.
He pulls away only millimetres from your lips…
“Mmmh I’d say that’s about a 5% re charge already” he laughs.
“Only 5%!” You gasp. “Just think what we’d have to do to get you to 100%” you smile.
“I’ll settle for 50%” he teases
“That’s at least another eight/nine kisses…”
“I can think of a better way to get to that 50%”… he winks.
You unbuckle his trousers while he slides your joggers and underwear from you.
“Baby… I’ve missed you so much” he whispers while scattering kisses down stomach.
You move so that he is now on his back and you straddle his lap. His fingers digging into your thighs as you slide his perfect erection inside of you. You take in a breath tipping your head back while you savour every inch of him.
“Fuuck”… he growls grabbing your arse while you slowly pick up the pace.
“Oh god… I’ve miss… I’ve missed you… I…” you don’t get chance to finish as he clamps his lips on to yours, kissing you hard. His hand tugging at your hair.
“Fuuck, fuck!” You moan as you ride him harder.
He takes your breath away with every thrust, he is relentless. You climax together eventually flopping into a melted heap.
“Fuck… I needed that”
“I think we both did” you agree “Do you feel re charged?” You laugh
“Definitely… I think I’m about 50%” he smiles leaning in to kiss you “But can we please go to sleep?”
“Fuck yes!” You laugh
You clean yourselves up and then snuggle in close and within minutes you’re both sound asleep.
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“Good morning beautiful” he says stroking your hair from your face.
“Mmmmh good morning my love” stretching yourself starfish across the bed.
He leans over to you, stroking his hand over your stomach he starts scattering kisses down your neck, while he unfastens the tie on your pj shorts.
“Mmmh I don’t know what’s happening here but I like it” you smile, stroking your fingers down his back.
“Can I get my remaining 50% please?”
The answers never going to be no…
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You're my favourite book
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You passed him a cup of hot chocolate, with just the right amount of mini marshmallows and goddamnit you're everything.
You grinned at him before sitting down next to him and tucking yourself into his side.
“I’m going to need you to marry me.” He said and you snorted.
“I’m not sure my hot chocolate is quite that good.” And damnit you thought he was joking.
“I mean it.” He moved so he was crouching on the floor in front of you, both hot chocolates safely on the coffee table in front of them. “It’s not the hot chocolates or the food you make. It’s the fact that you always seem to just know and understand and you just make everything better. Without even trying. And it’s the fact that you never get upset when I need time and space to process something and you’re always ready to just hold me when I need it. It’s that we can read each other like a fucking book and fuck, you’re my favourite book. So I am completely serious. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, marry me?”
You launched forwards, arms curling around his shoulders and burrowing you face into his neck, tears falling onto your cheeks.
“Of course I’ll marry you.” You could barely get the words out. “Fuck, I love you.”
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Cat Nap
Word Count: 696
Warnings: Mentions of narcolepsy (incase that's triggering) none other than that.
Summary: In which sharing a sleep schedule in separate time zones was not a good soul bond.
“Good news it’s not narcolepsy.” The doctor hummed looking down at her chart with an odd look.
“Then what is it? Because falling asleep in the middle of work is something I can't afford.” She frowned, twiddling with her fingers trying to wring out her anxiety.
“Seems it’s your soul bond, you’re connected by sleep.”
“Oh that’s perfect!” Her father cackled, finding the whole things amusing.
“Dad!”
“What? I’m not wrong, you are paired with someone who sleeps a lot, it would explain your recent insomnia spells if you live in a different time zone.”
“Let’s not go into time zones, maybe they work a night shift.” She groaned, packing her bag after filling out the necessary paperwork to leave.
“I don’t know honey.”
“Are you packed?” She wondered, hoping to change the topic, her father rolled his eyes, putting the car in gear and backing out of his parking space.
“Yes, I am. But I’m not comfortable leaving you here alone.”
“I’m a fully grown adult.”She deadpanned, not liking that her father was babying her.
“A fully grown adult with a soul bond that causes her to sleep sixteen hours a day, I mean come on, is your soulmate a cat?” He argued, turning a corner.
“Probably, you know I’m a cat person.” She shrugged, not even thinking twice about the joke her father had cracked, “I can survive alone.”
“No you won’t because I think you should come with me.” He blurted, earning an eye roll.
“This is ridiculous.”
“No it’s really not, if you’re here you’ll eat during the night and it’ll mess up your systems more and make you sick. So come with me and I can monitor you. You’re already basically in Korea’s time zone with the way you sleep so you won’t have to readjust much.”
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And that’s how she ended up in Seoul, South Korea. Her father had a huge conference to attend here and so she was mainly left to her own whims. After about two days she realized she really was on Korea’s time, she slept perfectly through the night and woke up more energized than ever, and her father was rather smug about this when he noticed. One day she was taking a walk near the river when she saw six men playing around in the grass, one of them looking her way when he noticed the eyes, he gave her a weary bunny-like smile before turning away. She looked around to find a bench, though someone was already sitting on it, there was enough space for her to give them distance. So She sat on the edge of the bench and looked up at the clouds with a soft smile, not noticing the soft gaze she received or the thrumming under her skin from the bond, all she knew was the most relaxed she had ever been, and as she dozed off, the man next to her followed in suit. And so they rested, the most content faces being shown to the members nearby who knew Yoongi would never fall asleep next to a stranger, so he must’ve fallen asleep before she sat. Jungkook walked over and woke his hyung up but was startled by Jimin’s gasp, he glanced back to see what was going on and followed Jimin’s eyes to the woman on the bench began stirring, which really didn’t make much sense, they hadn’t made any noise.
Yoongi grumpily woke up, shaking Jungkooks hand off of his shoulder, reaching out to the woman subconsciously, and when their skin connected, the thrums were impossible to ignore for her, making her gasp loudly.
“Oh My God.” Taehyung watched on with wide eyes as Yoongi initiated affection with the stranger, Yoongi pulled her close nuzzling into her neck sleepily which she squealed a bit at.
“Are you actually a cat? Cause if you are, my dad is going to love this.” She teased, causing Yoongi to bite her gently in defiance. It might’ve been too soon for that in normal relationships, however soulmates were known to basically jump each other on sight so he’d say this was pretty tame.
“Oh you are such a cat.”
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