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7ndipity · 2 months
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Sweet Morning
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: Just a lil thing about Yoongi looking after his S/o when they wake up sore after a particularly intense night together.
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Warnings: slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing, mentions of bruises, bathing? not proofread
A/N: I’m back! Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I decided to stick with Yoongi for this one, but if you’d like similar blurbs for the other members, let me know! This turned out a lot softer(and longer) than I planned, but I couldn’t help it, I love sweet caregiver Yoongi 🥺(also, I wrote part of this at like 4am, so I’m sorry if it’s eh)
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At first, you thought the late morning sunlight was what woke you, managing to shine through a gap in the curtains directly in your face and pulling you from the cozy cocoon of sleep. The shifting weight of the bed behind you though proved otherwise, a sleepy grin spreading across your face as you felt a familiar pair of arms slip around your middle, a set of warm lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your bare shoulder.
“Morning.” Yoongi rasped, his voice somehow even deeper first thing in the morning.
You hummed contentedly, memories of the night before flickering back through your mind as you stretched.
Yoongi’s lips somehow never leaving yours for more than a moment as you’d fumbled through the front door and to the bedroom, clothes hastily discarded in your wake, tasting the whiskey he’d drank at dinner on his tongue. Falling back on the bed with him, desperation making each touch somehow feel a thousand times more potent, swallowing each other's moans as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure til you were both too exhausted to continue, falling asleep still clinging to one another.
Yoongi’s feather light touches pulled you back to the present, in stark contrast to the night before as his lips drifted up the side of your neck.
"What time is it?" You asked sleepily.
“Late, but I have the day off.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the faint purple mark that was forming just below your ear. “What do you want to do today?”
“I think this is pretty good,” You replied happily, rolling over to face him, but pausing midway as you winced, hissing slightly at the pain in your lower half.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowing in concern.
“I’m just a little sore from last night.” You said easily, trying to pull him in to connect your lips, but he pulled back, looking down at you with growing alarm.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified.
“What? No, Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly tried to convince him, but he sat up, gently tugging the blankets away from your body.
“Fuck.” He whispered.
Your skin was littered with hickeys and marks from him, some faint and barely discernible, others blooming in deep shades of red and purple.
He didn’t remember leaving so many marks, but when he was with you, it was like his brain shut off. All he could remember was the taste of your skin and all the sweet noises you made every time he’d dragged his teeth across your flesh.
His frown deepened as his eyes landed on the marks that decorated your hips and thighs, faint imprints of his fingers evidence of his vice-like grip on you from the night before.
He traced a finger over the marks, causing you to wince slightly, shivering from sensitivity. His attention snapped back to your face.
“Fuck.” He repeated, looking at you sadly. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Yoongi, I’m okay, really.” You tried to reassure him, trying not to grimace as you sat up, but he just shook his head.
“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He said.
“I wanted you to be rough.” You reminded him, catching hold of his hands to pull him closer. “Did you once hear me complain last night?”
He shook his head again.
“Exactly, because there was no reason to. Everything about last night was amazing.” You said, caressing his face gently. “You made me feel so good, you always make me feel so good."
He smiled faintly in spite of himself, leaning into you instinctively as you kissed him, his lips dropping back into a frown as he felt you wince again as you tried to press closer to him.
He pulled away, looking at you softly.
“Wait here.” He said, climbing off the bed.
You did as he asked, sinking back into the covers as your eyes drifted closed.
You couldn’t lie, as much as you might have enjoyed the night before, you were beyond tired, your whole body feeling heavy and achy.
You had nearly fallen back to sleep before Yoongi returned, smiling down at your sleepy form for a moment before rousing you gently.
“Come on.” He said, tugging you up from the bed.
He helped you up slowly, wrapping an arm around your waist for support as he guided you to the bathroom, the scent of lavender enveloping you as you stepped through the door.
He’d prepared the bath just the way you liked, even setting a few of your favorite bath bombs out for you to choose from, as well as lighting a few of your favorite candles to further set the mood.
“What’s all this?” You asked, looking at him in surprise.
He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on helping you slide in, smiling at the way your eyes fell shut as you sank into the warm water.
“Feel alright?” He finally spoke.
“Mmm.” You hummed, looking up at him expectantly. “Aren’t you getting in too?”
“I can, if you want me to.” He said uncertainly.
“I want you to.” You said, shifting forward to give him enough space to sit behind you.
He slipped in quickly, letting you lay back against him as he grabbed a cloth and started to wash you.
Normally, you’d argue a bit with him, just for the hell of it, saying something about how you were perfectly capable of washing yourself, but you let it go this time, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch.
“Do you feel any better?” He asked after a bit.
“Mhm,” You practically purred. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.” He replied.
“For what?” You glanced up at him quizzically.
He shrugged. “Letting me have you.”
You grinned.
“You know, you didn’t make it out of last night unscathed either.” You said, poking a mark on his neck, making him wince slightly.
“At least I can still walk though.” He said pointedly.
“I can walk!” You argued.
“Like a penguin.” He smirked.
“Yah!” You splashed him, making him laugh. “I thought you were being nice to me?!”
“I’m just trying to keep things balanced.” He said, kissing your temple. “I can’t spoil you too much.”
You pouted, making him chuckle.
“I love you.” he said, pecking your cheek.
“Love you too.”
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bangtaninborderland · 6 months
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MYG- I love you eternally.
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Summary: he hasn't been gone long but the space he left behind consumes you, thankfully you aren't ever really alone.
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, sad fic, happy ending, COMFORT
A/N: this came to me after seeing an edit on tiktok of yoongi clips to fine line by harry styles (deffo listen as you read it makes you cry) this is very self indulgent. I miss yoongi an awful lot, he was my comfort person and it sucks that I can’t stop crying.
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The sound of knuckles tapping on the door pulled you out of your trance, you hadn’t even realised the movie you’d put on had finished, nor that your phone had been receiving numerous calls for the past god knows how long.
Reluctantly you shove off the blanket you had wrapped around you, it was a gift from Yoongi one winter when it was far too cold to sit in just clothing. The door is only a few steps away from the couch so it doesn’t take you long to finally open it.
“I brought foo-“Namjoon's mouth rounds into an ‘o’ shape. “You were crying.”
“Was I?” You frown reaching up to touch your face, sure enough, it was damp from the tears you’d shed. “Sorry, I was just a little out of it.”
“Let’s go inside?” He asks, raising the white bag up a little higher to remind you of the food he brought.
“Oh yeah, of course.” You shake your head stepping aside to let him pass. “I’m not really hungry.”
“Have you eaten today?” He asks, pulling out some plates.
You slump back onto the couch, pulling the blanket around you before shoving your face into the hood of the sweatshirt you’d stolen from Yoongis's closet. The smell comforts you. “I don’t know, I had breakfast or was it lunch…” you trail off, half-heartedly trying to recount your day.
“You can’t let yourself fall apart YN. Hyung will be worried.” He looks at you with a hint of concert as he passes you a plate of food. “Let’s watch something?”
“I- uh.” You really can’t stand the idea of noise right now. “Maybe not tonight?”
“Of course. What did you do today?” He questions, sitting on the other end of the couch, his own plate balanced on his thighs.
“Not much, I watched TV and read a chapter of the book yoon gave me.” You dug the spoon into the food, not really attempting to eat.
It wasn’t your fault you had no appetite.
“Was the book good?” He asked in between a mouthful.
“It… I don’t really know… I couldn’t get into it.” You shrug, bringing the spoon to your mouth.
“It’s 5 pm and you haven’t done anything today have you?” Namjoon sets his plate aside in favour of moving closer to you.
“I miss him.” You mumble, putting your own plate on the table.
Yoongi would have scolded you if he were here, always complaining that it would mark the table despite the fact you always used hear absorbent dinner trays but that was the problem…
Yoongi wasn’t here.
You don’t know what exactly caused it but within a second you were bursting into tears, everything you’d managed to hold together ever since he left a week ago falling apart. “I miss him, I don’t even get to fucking call him.”
“I know.” Namjoon shushes you as he brings your head to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m so sorry this must be hard for you.”
“It was so short notice he didn’t even tell m-me.” You hiccuped, bordering between the lines of angry and sad was never a good place to be but you couldn’t help it.
Yoongi had waited until the last possible moment to tell you he had received his enlistment date and when he had received it he was shocked to see a date only 4 days away giving you absolutely no time to mentally prepare yourself for him to be gone.
“It’s so fucking unfair.” You cuss, unable to do anything else with your anger at the situation.
Namjoon didn’t say anything, he couldn’t, he himself knew how ridiculously unfair it was but still, he didn’t regret the group's choice, it was the only right way to deal with the situation. “It will pass quicker than you think. You won’t be alone.”
“Joon soon enough you, Tae, Jimin and Jungkook are enlisting too. It’s not exactly like anyone else knows about me and Yoongi. Other people just don’t understand it.” Yoongi had made a joke two days before he left telling you to cry with other armys about it because they would understand but it was looking more and more appealing as the days went past. “I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Another wave of tears came just seconds later and this time there was no reprieve, anytime you nearly stopped a memory of him would pop into your mind and the tears would start again. You hated how it made you seem crazy, seem overly obsessive but you knew Yoongi would be missing you just as much. You’d become each other strength in all the years you’d been together so now he wasn’t here, wasn’t just a phone call away, it felt like you’d lost a part of yourself, it felt like you’d lost your strength.
That’s how you fell asleep, curled in Namjoon's arms, sobbing in longing for the man who taught you how to love.
Namjoon waited until he was sure you were fast asleep before slipping out from underneath you, draping the gifted blanket over you as he tiptoed to the balcony to take his incoming call.
“Hyung.” Namjoon smiles into the phone. “How are you?”
“As good as I can be, you didn’t tell her right?”
“No Hyung. Are you sure we really can’t tell her about you-“
“No Namjoon-ah I don’t want to get her hopes up, that will only hurt her more if it doesn’t get approved. I’ll tell her if she knows I can call and I don’t want to do that to her. How is she? How are you? ”
“I’m okay.” Namjoon responds. “She misses you.” He continues, not going u into depth about the small breakdown.
“I miss her too.” He breathes, his voice a little strained in the way it gets when he is very obviously holding back tears. “Is she eating?”
Namjoon nodded before realising Yoongi couldn’t see him. “I brought her food she just seemed sad. Are you eating Hyung? Sleeping enough?”
Yoongi laughs as though Namjoon has said something absurd. “The food is shit. I’ve got this fucking melody stuck in my head and I just know it would sound amazing for the vocal line.”
“Ah, Hyung.” Namjoon laughs. “I’ll tell them I’m sure they would appreciate the fact you’re thinking about making their songs already.”
“I’ll probably forget it by the time I’m actually allowed to work on music.” Yoongi huffs.
“I doubt it.” Namjoon hears shuffling, already knowing it’s you. “I have to go Hyung she’s waking up.”
“Make sure she knows I love her okay? I’ll call you again to let you know if it’s approved.” Yoongi rushes out before Namjoon hangs up.
“What are you doing?” You ask him, shivering at the draft coming from the open door.
“Sorry.” He smiles, stepping back inside and closing it behind him. “Just needed some air. So… how about watching something?”
You don’t hate the idea as much as you did earlier, your little thirty-minute nap helping you feel a little better. “Sure.”
You watch 3 episodes of some drama before declaring it a night, Namjoon insisting you eat before he left which led to you both eating an oversized pizza. It leaves you feeling a little less lonely, especially when he tells you just how much he too misses Yoongi.
Namjoon comes over again three more times that week, each day following the same pattern. The days he didn’t come you resigned yourself to laying in bed, looking through pictures and videos you and Yoongi had taken in the past few months.
Today was one of those days, those days where you missed him so much and felt so alone that you’d texted Namjoon not to come, told him you just couldn’t deal with being around anyone else right now, so it surprised you when the doorbell rang consistently for five minutes until you finally gave in.
You groaned, shivering as the floor felt cold against your bare feet. “Namjoon I said not to-
“You really shouldn’t lay in bed every day.”
You froze, too afraid to move, speak or blink in case the figure in front of you disappeared.
“Baby.” He sighed, dropping his bag inside the door before pushing you inside lightly. “It’s me.”
“Fuck.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could. “You’re here. How are you here.”
He laughed, the sound of it melodic to your ears. “I did extra time so my training finished earlier. They could t exactly say no.”
“I just- I can’t believe you’re here I thought it would be at least another three weeks before I could even call you.” You bring your hands up to his hair, despite it being short you still love it. “I missed you.”
“Baby don’t cry I’m here now.” He sucked in a breath, his own eyes pooling with tears. “I get to stay for four days.”
“Really?” You pull back to look at him properly, a grin breaking out as he nods.
“Really.”
Despite the tears trailing down your lips he leans in to kiss you, his hand at the small of your back a comforting presence. “I love you.”
“I love you too Yoon.”
The next four days passed much faster than you would have liked but as you dropped him off at the camp again things felt different.
You hated how quiet the house was without him, where he would normally be playing piano, watching a new show jimin had recommended or cooking with a glass of whiskey in his hand, there was nothing but silence.
You were almost ready to give in to your tears again until you spotted a letter on the kitchen counter.
The perfect writing on the envelope already tells you who it’s from, you don’t hesitate in pulling out the paper and reading it.
Hello, my love,
I snuck away to write this whilst you slept, I’m not the best with words although I’m sure by now you’re absolutely aware of that but still there are only things that can be conveyed by words. If I was allowed to I’d write you a hundred songs but I’m a little short on time so I hope this suffices.
I want you to know just how much you mean to me, just how much your presence has brought me happiness, strength and comfort. You often thank me for giving you strength but you forget that you are the sole reason I keep going.
You cannot let the bad days consume you, although it’s okay to give up and take a break, you can’t let that feeling consume you. There is always a tomorrow, always another chance and I know that you will never ever fail because I don’t believe in failure, every attempt is precious, and every time you try to get up - even if it isn’t successful - is precious and I am so proud of you for it.
In the moments you miss me do something nice for yourself, eat a good meal, read a book you like, watch a movie you find brings you happiness and before you realise it I’ll be back, spending every moment possible with you because you are my home.
I will always be here, write me letters, send me messages, take pictures of the things you see and do and share them with me. I’ll always be apart of your life, I’m not going anywhere.
I love you eternally.
You wiped away your tears, holding the letter close as though it were him. You let the words sink in and silently you made a promise.
You’d keep going and do the best you could, you’ll be the best version of yourself when he returns because he gave you the ability to grow much like water does a flower.
And even if you couldn’t say it to him, you were sure he knew…
You loved him eternally too.
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myg-butterfly · 1 year
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How Many Things
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: Yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. But what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? In the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.
Tags: Non-Idol AU, Anti-Social Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff
Warnings: Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, Yoongi is an asshole for a minute, some of his friends are big time assholes, insecurities, social anxiety, lots of feelings, Teahyung and Namjoon are sweethearts, crying, jealousy, author's first fic lol.
A/N: HEY HELLO HI!!! This is my first fic that I'm publishing here so pls be gentle 🙏 And if you enjoy, leave feedback, good or bad, I love interactions. This is self-indulgent comfort that I've been thinking about for a long while and I was like ,,,,,, Yoongi got me 🥰🙏 Also this was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "how many things" from her album EICS go listen if you want the extra angst. So yeah, enjoy!
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You began to panic, the music was so, so loud, the clattering of dishes and glasses from the bar, the yelling, all the bodies and their humidity, it was all becoming too much, and to your dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.
You tried to recollect yourself as you began pushing through the crowd, determined on finding him. With every slip past a person, every step and stumble, you grew even more exhausted, but then finally, Yoongi came into view.
He was to the other end of the bar, a smile plastered in all his glory. Whoever he was talking to was clearly making him laugh, and just the sight of him made the tension in your shoulders ease a little bit. You were just about to call out to him, maybe even when fling yourself in his arms, but then-
Then you saw her. The one responsible for the way his face was currently scrunched with a happy grin. They stood close to each other, even as they turned the other way and moved to take a seat together at the bar. They were hand in hand, they looked like the human embodiment of perfection.
You felt your heart deflate as Yoongi pulled out a chair for her, proceeding to signal something to the bartender, the peace sign on his fingers and the pointing between him and her gave you the idea he asked for a drink for both of them. They continued to laugh and talk, and you had to force yourself to look away.
The sight of them made you remember why you hated going out, but even worse, you remembered why you vowed to not get romantically attached to anyone, especially not Yoongi.
The turning of your stomach was becoming hard to ignore, your quick breaths making matters worse. You knew you had to get out of there; with or without Yoongi. So with one last glance at him -who was still engrossed deeply in conversation with the woman next to him, leaning to whisper something in her ear and her reacting in a flustered manner- you fought your way to the door, tears beginning to spill the moment the night breeze greeted you.
As much as you wanted to just run and run and run until your body gave out on you, you knew better than to try and make it back to the dorms by foot.
You sighed defeatedly and pulled out your phone, texting the one person who you knew would be here without fail. As much as you didn't like bothering him (even though he's told you countless times you're not) you knew he'd scold you if you walked home on your own, and a scolding from him was never an enjoyable experience.
Y/N: are you busy rn?
Namjoon: Not currently. Why?
Y/N: can u pls come pick me up
Namjoon: Where are you? Are you safe?
Y/N: yeah, here's my location *📍*
Namjoon: I'll be there in less than 10. Stay put, okay?
Y/N: ok. ty joon.
Putting your phone away, you sat at the nearest bench you found, and attempted to stop the tears from falling further before Namjoon arrived.
But no matter how hard you tried, it was pretty much impossible to not think about why you were out here in the first place. Were you overreacting? Yoongi's allowed to have friends. So why are you so hurt? It's not even like you're together or anything.
In all honesty, you wanted to be mad at them.
You wanted to be mad at him for giving you even the slightest hope that there might be something more between you two.
You wanted to be mad at that girl he was with for being so damn perfect for him, for being everything that you could never begin to come close to.
But deep down you didn't have it in you to be angry at anyone but yourself.
How could you have been so stupid?
You knew that no one would want you romantically, you knew that all he felt for you was pity, that you'd never come first, and yet you still got your hopes up.
You let yourself dream that he wanted you like you wanted him. You believed all those things he said out of pity, all the reassurances and compliments, you knew that they were nothing but him simply being who he is; a naturally kind person.
You knew all of this, so why the hell were you crying? Why were you walking out and aimlessly trying to find anywhere else to go?
'Pathetic' you scoffed at yourself. You were being immature, everything everyone else had said about you was true. You were stupid to think otherwise.
Before you could continue to wallow in your self-pity, you felt a small tap to your shoulder, and you looked up to find Namjoon looking down at you.
"Y/N? Are you alright?" You quickly wiped away your remaining tears and nodded your head, standing up to greet him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming Namjoon." You bowed slightly, trying your best to look well put together. "It's no problem dear. My car's this way, come on."
"You want me to drive you back to your apartment?" You both got in his car and he asked as you put on your seatbelts. "Yes, please. Thank you." He only hummed in response as he began to drive, a soft tune playing on the radio, just loud enough to make it less awkward.
Namjoon knew you probably weren't in the mood to talk, and you were grateful for the silent understanding you guys shared. You weren't awfully close, but you'd shared your own personal memories with each other, and you mutually knew the other would be willing to lend a hand when needed. That's what you liked about him. He was just understanding like that.
The drive to your apartment was short, and even though you lived on the 3rd floor, Namjoon insisted on walking you to your door.
"Hey, take care okay? If you need anything else don't hesitate to call me, yeah?" He said as you reached your door, the genuine look on his face made you tear up once more.
"Yeah. Thank you, Joon." You waved him off as you stepped into your apartment, closing the door as he began to turn around.
You immediately kicked off your heels and went to grab a glass of water. You chugged it down as if you hadn't had a drop of water in days, proceeding to open your fridge and let the waterworks begin as you realized your appetite was gone just seeing the carton of orange juice sitting there with a sticky note that reads, "YOONGI'S!!! DO NOT DRINK >:("
He'd helped you with your groceries about 2 weeks ago, and the orange juice he bought was claimed by him, protesting that he needed "emergency juice" because he was at your apartment so often.
Not wanting to look at his skrunkly handwriting anymore, you shut the fridge door and rested your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.
The more you thought about it, the more prominent the ache in your chest became. He was the one who invited you to that party in the first place. He was the one who wanted you to have fun. He was the one that promised he wouldn't leave your side. Yet here you were, back at the dorms, hugging yourself in attempts to conceal your heartbreak.
If you had gone on your own and just happened to see him there with another girl, then that would have been a different story.
But no.
Yoongi himself told you two nights ago that he was invited to a party, and he wanted you to accompany him as his plus one. And as nervous and hesitant as you were, he spurred you on, encouraging; "No matter what you wear you'll look stunning." And "Everyone will love you" and "I won't leave your side, okay?"
That one stung the most when you thought about it, because not even 15 minutes into the party, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You could tell that most of his friends weren't too fond of you, and you felt ridiculous in the pink dress you wore.
You thought of how you'd taken hours to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and not cry at your appearance made you cringe. You tried so hard to look nice, to feel pretty, to feel wanted, and it still didn't work.
You grew angrier, why weren't you good enough? What made it so hard to love you? You practically ripped off your dress, the fabric suddenly piercing your skin, your arms wiping off your already smearing makeup furiously, and you stomped to your bed, plopping down violently before letting out a strangled groan that sounded more like a whimper.
You felt like shit. Your whole night was shit.
Were you overreacting? You had been rude too. I mean, you left without even telling him. You're just as bad, right?
He's the one who left you standing there, Y/N. Your brain going back and forth until you decided that falling asleep would be easier.
"Sooo how'd it go with lover boy last night? Assuming things went well from what I saw." An overly excited Taehyung appeared at your side, a smug grin on his face as he poked your arms. You just shrugged your shoulders as a response, the mere mention of the previous night was enough to deflate your already souring mood.
"Don't give me that look, Y/N! I know you and Yoongi got it on last night!" Taehyung flailed his arms accusingly, as if waddling around would make his statements true. "We didn't get it on, Taehyung. Literally nothing happened. Nothing." You tried to remain calm as you spoke, but your patience was running thin.
"Oh come on Y/N. Yoongi was absolutely plastered this morning and you're gonna try to tell me nothing happened?" He kept on going as he shook your shoulders, and it took everything in you to not slap his hands away.
"Did he get home safe last night?" Your brows furrowed in slight worry at the mention of Yoongi being wasted, and no matter how hurt you were, you had to know if he was okay.
"Uh, yeah. Were you drunk too? I thought you guys left together. Do you not remember?" The lump in your throat was becoming harder to swallow down as Taehyung spoke. You had to be strong. You were not gonna cry over this to your poor friend who's excited.
"You know I don't drink. And, no we didn't leave together. I asked Namjoon to take me home." You hoped he'd stop asking questions, but much to your dismay- "You left with Namjoon?!?! Does Yoongi know?!?!? Did anything happen with him!?" At this point you were on the brink of tears, you hated talking about this.
"Taehyung, please let it go. I just wanted to know if Yoongi got home safely. Can we please just drop it?" Taehyung caught onto your pleading tone and the hurt look in your eyes, and he nodded with his softened expression.
"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to pry." He spoke cautiously. "It's okay Tae."
He shot you another worried look before returning to walking in silence beside you once again.
The rest of the day went painfully slow, your mind too exhausted to deal with walking from one side of campus to the other, and much less to pay attention to what your professors were saying.
Expectedly, you collapsed onto your bed the moment you went back to your dorm. You were gladly going to continue feeling sorry for yourself, but the ringing of your doorbell rudely interrupted you.
You groaned, hoping they'd just go away, but after a few seconds another ring came. You [grumpily] got up, running your hands through your hair in attempt to look somewhat presentable.
As you made your way to the door, you wondered who could be at your apartment, especially now that it was beginning to get late, the sun going down quickly outside.
You hesitantly opened the door, immediately wishing you would've just continued to ignore whoever was at the door once you saw who was standing in front of you.
"Hi, I brought dinner." There Yoongi stood with a soft smile on his face, lifting a brown bag in reference to dinner.
You stood stunned, wanting to say something, but your mind went blank.
"Y/N? You there?" He playfully waved his hands around trying to get your attention.
"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sorry. Just didn't expect you to come by."
"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I texted you but you didn't respond, and you didn't answer last night when I called, so I wanted to come check if you were okay." He shuffled from foot to foot, worry evident in his eyes.
"Oh, just haven't been on my phone lately." You looked down, feeling unsure on how to talk to him without showing him your hurt.
"Oh alright. So, we heading in for dinner?" The smile returned to Yoongi's face, and no matter how hurt you were, you still found it hard to say no to him.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course."
You opened the door a little further and stepped aside to let him in.
On a normal occasion, dinner with Yoongi would've been the highlight of your day. But now, it was filled with awkward silence and poor attempts at small talk — Yoongi hates small talk as much as you, so you don't know why he's still trying — the tension in the air was hardly going unnoticed.
It wasn't until you finished eating that he decided to just rip the bandage off.
"Are you angry with me?" Yoongi asked, and you almost questioned if he was being serious or not, but the expression he held made you realize that he was in fact clueless about the hurt he put you through.
You weren't sure what to say, so you stayed silent. I mean, it's not like you were angry at him. But you also weren't too happy with him either. Yoongi felt his heart drop as your gaze dropped his own, denying him from an answer.
"Y/N? Did I do something?" He asks from across the table where he's sitting.
For some reason hearing those words from him made the tears you've been holding back so well spill over.
Did he really have no idea? Were you genuinely overreacting? Did you just make everything up in your head?
"Do you really not know?" You tried to push your voice out firmly, but it came out in a broken whisper. You wanted to look at Yoongi, you wanted to see if his face washed over with realization, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor.
"Is this about me getting drunk at that party? I thought you said you didn't mind if I had alcohol." His wording sounded harsher than he intended, but with your already weakened state, you had to hold back from full on sobbing right there in front of him.
"This is about you leaving me by myself in the middle of the party when you promised you wouldn't leave my side!" Your frustration began to take over, did he really not see it? He's supposed to know you better than anyone else.
"Leaving you by yourself? Last thing I heard, you had found yourself a new companion for the night." Yoongi scoffed, his mood souring when he recalls finding out that apparently you'd left with some other guy.
The drinks he'd had were enough to make the night slightly blurry and to make him work a little harder to recall the night's events, but unfortunately, they weren't enough to make him forget how someone had stole you away from him.
"Where did you hear that?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt you were currently feeling.
"My friends" He responded, as if that was supposed to change what you had said.
"Your friends ... the ones you introduced me to?"
"Yeah"
"Your friends really don't seem to like me." You muttered, but Yoongi somehow caught the soft mumbling.
"What do you mean? To me it looked like they were all happy to meet you." His tone remained cold, and you felt more tears forming quickly.
"Well, you weren't there with me when they all laughed at me because I'd lost you in the crowd." You tried to defend yourself.
"They're not like that, I know they aren't."
"You wouldn't know how they acted towards me because you left me alone." You continued on, his face morphing into one resembling more of guilt.
"He left you already? Didn't even last half an hour."
"They haven't even had 1 drink tonight, no wonder Yoongi ran away so fast. Prude."
You winced while recalling how they'd laughed at you when you tried asking for Yoongi, passing it off as a joke when you'd gotten visibly upset.
You softened your tone, sadness catching up with you and replacing your frustration.
"It hurt, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone. You're supposed to know me better than anyone. You know how much I hate parties and bars, how I hate talking to people I don't know, how I don't do things alone. Ever. And you know that if I made you promise to not leave my side it's because I'm not ever planning to leave yours either. Do you know how bad it hurt to be panicking only to turn around and see you having the time of your life? Especially with someone else, when you promised me that night was for you and I only? It hurt, so damn bad."
Yoongi's heart dropped at your words, had it really been that bad for you? How did he not notice?
"I didn't leave with anyone yesterday, Namjoon brought me back to my apartment and left the moment I walked inside that door. You're the one that left with someone else last night, and it wasn't me."
A thick moment of silence engulfs you, and you begin to wait for a snap, or some sort of outburst from Yoongi, but all that comes is—
"Y/N... I- Shit. That's not-" You looked up hesitantly at the sound of Yoongi fumbling his words. He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief before slowly moving closer and crouching down in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I swear didn't mean to leave you. I went to go get the drinks, I did. And then when I couldn't find you I went and asked my friends if they had seen you, and they said that you'd gone off dancing with some guy, and so I went to go look for you and I ran into a classmate, which is the girl you saw me with. And I thought, since Y/N's off with someone else, it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with a girl from my class. I wouldn't have left you if I knew that you were by yourself. I'm so sorry."
Yoongi's gaze dropped to the floor as he finished, ashamed for being the root of your tears.
"I should've known better, I- I was just so opposed to seeing you happy with someone else that I immediately rejected the idea of looking for you to avoid the possibility of someone else making your night special. And I know that's not really a valid excuse, not looking for you because I was jealous- of something that wasn't even fucking happening- it isn't fair to you whatsoever. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am." He takes your hands in his and takes a moment to recollect his next words.
"What can I do to make it up to you? Even if it's just the smallest fraction, I want to show you how sorry I am. Anything you want. Please." You paused for a moment, even though your conscience immediately knew what you wanted.
Hold me. Please. Hold me. Nudge your head with mine, lock our pinkies, put your leg against mine, anything. Please, hold me.
With your brain screaming mantras of 'I need to be held', you reached out for him for a second, before your body jerked to a stop.
No. I need him to hold me. I need him to reach out. He needs to initiate- please-
Yoongi's quick to notice your body language, and equally quick to react. "Do you want to be held, sweetheart?" You swear you felt yourself physically start to glow at the sound of him uttering the words you've been dying to hear for god knows how long.
You nod your head and you're so delighted by the aspect of someone- well, not just someone, but Yoongi- comforting you, that you don't even notice the soft whimper that leaves you as he scoots closer to you.
"Words, darling." He says softly, and your body automatically responds with soft chants of "Yes, please, yes Yoongi."
You don't even notice how tears begin to fall against your cheeks again when you feel Yoongi's hands wiping them away.
"C'mere, I've got you baby. Let's go to bed, yeah?" He grabs your legs and wraps them around his torso, before he holds you against him tightly and begins to stand up with you in his arms.
You feel yourself melting at the pet names he's giving you, glad that he's carrying you because you're sure your legs would've given out on you at this point.
You continue turning to mush when you feel how gently Yoongi sets you down once you reach your bed, how he squeezes your hand and asks for permission to lay with you with his eyes, how he reaches for you under the covers and cradles you close, fingers running through your hair softly.
The bliss is only momentarily, broken when your mouth moves faster than your brain;
"Yoongi?"
"Hm?"
"Why did it upset you when you thought I was at the club with someone else?" Your question comes out as a whisper, scared for his response.
"Y/N." He pulls back a little to see your face.
"Yoongi." You reply mocking his tone.
"Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" He's secretly glad that it's dark in your room, otherwise you'd be able to see the blush coating his cheeks.
"What are you talking about?" You ask, and his only response is a huff while pulling your head back into his chest.
"Yoooongiiii" Your whine comes out muffled by his shirt.
"Y/nnnnnn" It's now Yoongi's turn to mock your tone.
"Answer the questionnnn"
You feel the vibrations of his chest as he mumbles something into your hair, and you would've lost it on the spot if you weren't so focused on getting an answer out of him.
"Yoongi I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a child." You chuckle slightly, not wanting to dwell on how you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you before he mumbles once again, only this time louder.
"I don't understand you for shit." At this, Yoongi lets go of you and sits up with a sigh, looking at you for a second before securing his gaze on his hands. You follow suit and sit up as well, only slightly behind him.
"I like you. I've liked you. For a really long while." His voice is so soft and it sounds so timid, you almost think you're imagining it.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Wait- that's not a good way to respond to that. Uhhh- wait." You quickly shift so you're facing him fully.
"Do you mean like as in 'you're a homie' or like as in 'you're not just the homie you're THE homie'? Because before I say anything you would have to clari-"
"Do you think I do this with all my friends?" He cuts off your nervous ramble, grabbing both of your shaky hands with his equally shaken ones.
"What specifically?"
"All of it."
"Wha-"
"The sharing food? The holding hands and carrying you and bringing dinner over and inviting them everywhere with me? The cuddling and the 'baby' and 'doll'? You know how I am about my personal space, and you know how I am about my sleep, and you know how I am about affection. Do you think I do that with just anyone?"
"Well- I don't know, I mean- I don't know what your other friendsh-"
"I don't. You're the only one that gets to see me like this. You're the only one I treat like this. You're the only one I want to treat like this. I like you. And I want to be with you. And that's why I was upset. Because when I thought you were with someone else, it made me feel as if you didn't want the same thing as me."
Before you got the chance to even begin to process, Yoongi catches himself and feels the need to justify: "Obviously if you don't feel the same then I won't like, lash out at you or anything, it'll hurt but I don't want you to feel forced into something more with me than what we have now, it's just you asked me why I was upset and that was the only way I could explain it but I-"
"Yoongi." He's stopped by a soft tug to his shirt and the even softer sound of your voice.
You catch each other's eyes, the flickers of hope and longing between them, and the search of honesty.
"I feel the same."
A sigh leaves his lips and he breaks into a smile before picking you up in one motion and setting you on his lap so you're straddling him.
"Does this mean we're like, um- like,,,,"
"Like...?" His tone is teasing, and you know he knows what you mean.
"Like, y'know- like..."
"I actually don't know...."
"Yoongi." You huff out, your shyness getting the best of you.
"Yes?" His tone is smug, making you groan into his chest.
Working off of pure adrenaline, you mumble quietly: "Like, together."
"What was that doll?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face, making you try and shuffle away from him, but Yoongi's quicker, pulling you back into him with a giggle.
"If you're asking if we're officially dating, then don't even question it baby." He's still laughing, but his tone is firmer this time.
"So I'm taking that as a yes?"
"Fuck yes."
You burst out laughing at his response, and soon enough you've both fallen into a fit of giggles, as well as back into the bed, with you on top of Yoongi, before he flips you over so he's hovering over you.
"Y/N."
"Yoongi?"
"Can I kiss you?"
End.
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jeonzio · 7 months
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sailoryooons · 7 months
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Had a big flop of a date and I'm sad.
Need a bff Yoongi that listens to your wallowing and tells you you don't need to be getting your feelings hurt by other dumb boys because he's RIGHT HERE and he's ready to give you everything you need )))):
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❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader
❀ Summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment. 
❀ Word Count: 1,406
❀ Genre: Friends to something more, a little angst, fluff
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 
❀ Warnings: A little bit of angst, descriptions of loneliness and frustrations on dating, a little bit of insecurity, Hali’s Obnoxious Takes on Dating in 2023, a cute lil kiss, nothing too crazy
❀ Published: August 18, 2023
❀ A/N: Pardon me while I wax poetic about the current state of dating, especially with all these damn apps in the world. I hope this was able to capture how you felt in a way that feels authentic and then shatter it and make it better by offering a very sweet Yoongi ready to date you. I am so sorry your date was shitty, genuinely this is why I do not go on them!!!! This is currently unedited.
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |
Outside of your apartment window, the world is washed in gold. As the sun sets, you wish you could appreciate it a little more. The world looks beautiful outside, buildings like hammered bronze in the light, curtains lit up like a flame as they catch the rays of sun.
You look away from it, staring at your TV that is turned off instead. It’s silent in your apartment, the hum of the refrigerator the only noise. With your legs crossed on the couch, you tap your nails against the steaming mug of tea in your hands.
Sitting. Waiting. 
In another life, you’d perhaps be out on a date on account of the nice evening. The cool autumn air drifts through the cracked window, carrying the scent of possibility.
The only dates you’ve been on usually go two ways: they end in blocked numbers after uncomfortable interactions, or hurt feelings after being strung along for a few dates before eventually sending unanswered texts. 
It makes sense that dating is hard, but no one ever told you it would be this hard, trying to swim in a rushing river of dating apps, men who use therapy-speak to excuse their bad behavior, and people who have no accountability for others feelings. 
The sound of the front door opening brings you out of your melancholy daze. Yoongi walks in with a bag of takeout, immediately filling your apartment with the smell of fried wontons and the distinct hint of soy sauce. 
For the first time that day, you grin, unfolding from your spot on the couch and heading to wear Yoongi throws you a nod, already unbagging the food. You move wordlessly in tandem, grabbing drinks from your fridge with extra sauce and napkins. By the time you’ve returned to the counter to sit, Yoongi is already on his self-appointed stool, holding out his hand for chopsticks. 
This is what you need, you think as you pass them over. Someone who can speak to you without words, someone who just knows. Knows that when you sit down next to him, you need him to lean over and press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. It’s affection between friends, but it makes your heart flip. It always does, and you always ignore it.
“Talk to me about it,” Yoongi says, picking up a saucy strip of beef. “I want to hear about it.”
He doesn’t. Yoongi doesn’t say these things for his benefit. He says them because he knows that you’re too afraid of being inconvenient or annoying to speak the thoughts rolling around your head. His instincts are spot on - you do want to let out what’s inside of you, and the gentle encouragement that he wants to hear it does the trick.
“I guess I just don’t know what the point is,” you start, staring at your rice. “I really want a partner and someone that I can do life with or whatever so I’m less lonely, but I’m also so sick of first dates and having to play a game of social chess.”
“Dating in this era is impossible,” Yoongi agrees. “There’s a lot of very unempathetic and unaware individuals.”
“Exactly. Or people think they have endless options and it’s like, just because someone is in your DMs telling you that you look nice doesn’t mean that’s a potential suitor. It just means someone thinks you’re hot.” 
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, so the last guy basically told me that he wanted to keep his options open because he has options. And it got me thinking: do people actually have all these options for life partners, or is it just people who are giving them attention online?”
“I see.”
“Online clout is not the same as a relationship option,” you conclude. “And I’m tired of people confusing the two. Or getting people who think it’s cool not to care about their partner or who use weaponized therapy words at me to avoid accountability. I had some guy tell me he was setting a boundary for me on monogamy and that me being interested in a one-on-one relationship was a violation of his feelings and that I need to be open.”
Yoongi stops eating and looks at  you. His mouth presses in a firm line, the only sign that he’s truly irritated. “Did he say that before you started to go on dates?”
“Nope. Only later when I became invested.”
“Then it’s bullshit,” Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re interested in different things, not violating a boundary. What an asshole.”
“They all are.”
Groaning, you press your forehead to your palm, supporting the weight of your head with your elbow on the counter. You hate this. Hate the way it all makes you feel, hate that you want something so bad but it seems just out of your reach, hate that you’d love to find someone like Yoongi.
Once, you’d thought about asking him. You’d decided that your friendship was more important, because without him, who is there? 
Now you look for someone - anyone - to do the bare minimum. To not make it feel like you’re searching for a needle in a haystack the size of Olympus, or like you’re being irrational for wanting human decency. 
“I’m not,” Yoongi says softly. You hum a question, confused as to what he’s talking about. “An asshole,” he clarifies. “I’m not an asshole.” 
“Well I know that. But I’m not dating you.”
“So try it, then.”
You lift your head from your palm, looking at him sharply. Yoongi isn’t much in the way of poking fun at you - not in a way that is really at your expense. He doesn’t seem to be joking now, staring at you with honest, brown eyes, chewing his lip. 
“What?” 
“I said what I said.” He drops his gaze for a second - perhaps towards your lips - and meets your eyes again. Your heart speeds up, thudding against your ribcage. “So try dating me.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
He scowls. “Of course I’m not. I’m being serious.”
“You want to go on a date with me?” He nods. “Why?”
Blowing out a long exhale of air, Yoongi shrugs. The golden light from the sunset hits him at just the right moment, then. He’s wreathed in gold, a shining beacon of hope. Of an answer. Of something more. You lick your lips as Yoongi considers his answer. 
“Because I like you, for starters,” he says, giving you a look. A look that means he thinks you’ve asked a silly question. “Because I think that you are wonderful and creative, and a gentle soul. Because I think you deserve someone who is interested in working on something with you, and who won’t flee at the first sign of conflict. Because I empathize with you, I enjoy doing life with you, and because you’re beautiful.”
Any worry you’ve had about your feelings for Yoongi comes to a standstill. There, in your apartment, in the honey-haze of evening, you drop your chopsticks and press forward. Curious, a little bold, a little terrified. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath of air when he realizes what you’re doing, but he lets you anyway. 
Yoongi’s lips are soft. He tastes a little like soy sauce and sweet and sour, but you don’t care. Your heart thrums in your chest and your hands shake when you lift them to cradle his face. His hands go to your waist, holding you confidently, like they were made to fit there. 
Warmth blooms inside of your chest, unfurling dizzy petals as you pull your lips away from his. You don’t know where you got the bravery, but as your eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, deep and unwavering, you realize you don’t know why you were ever scared to consider him. 
Yoongi has always been right there. Holding your hand when you were lonely, offering a joke when you were sad. There have been countless times you could have had this, you realize. Little moments where the tension grew too thick or your gazes lingered too long. 
It’s only until now that someone was brave enough to say something. 
“Okay,” you breathe, fingers gentle against his warm face. He smiles, eyes crinkling. “It’s really that easy, huh?”
“It always was. I was always right here.”
You press your lips against his again, chaste and sweet. 
“You’re right. You were always right here.” 
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indigobsessed · 8 months
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I’ll come back.
pairing : min yoongi x reader (established relationship)
summary : your boyfriend, yoongi, just ended his final tour the other day. who wouldve known not even 24 hours later that his enlistment notice came out and you, his loving girlfriend, found out before he tells you about it.
genre : angst, fluff, a bit suggestive and yoongi being a comforting bf.
rating : SFW
warnings : mentions of military enlistment, crying, slight swearing
wc : 635 words.
a/n : ahh!! first (and last maybe..) post???:&/£/£ i hope you’ll enjoy this :) i’ll do a navigation soon hehe. other than that, im so sad that d-day tour has ended and yoongi’s leaving soon ugh :(. for references, you can check out the d-day vlogs, clips, etc :) not proofread, i think.
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“MIN YOONGI!” You burst through the door of his studio after clicking on his passcode aggressively by muscle memory. Your boyfriend turned around his studio chair, staring at you with a puzzled look.
You stood at the door, your eyes filled with angry tears with your phone in hand, showing the military notice. That was until he realised about what he was going to tell you when he comes back to your shared home.
“Oh baby-“ He quickly got up to hold you, but you pushed him away quickly. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” You hissed. Yoongi sighed, knowing that you, his ever loving girlfriend of three years would take a while to fully take it in.
He slowly got up and closed the studio door behind you. Yoongi took your hand and lead you to sit down on his studio couch. You were still silent, not until Yoongi took you into his arms as you let out your tears. “I know, jagi, I know.” He soothed you, rubbing your back in small circles. Your tears staining his grey shirt.
“You promised to tell me Yoongi. I can’t believe I found out like this.” You sobbed out. “I thought we agreed to not keep secrets from eachother.” You continued, your voice shaky.
“Baby, listen to me. Look at me.” Yoongi called out to you in a stern yet soft voice. You pulled away, looking at him with tear-stained cheeks. He looks just as hurt as you. “We talked about this, I know that. But fuck, my love I didn’t even know how to tell you that it was coming soon. I just ended my whole tour yesterday.” He explained. “You didn’t give ARMYs a whole day, Yoongs.” You argued. “You didn’t even give me a day too. I knew it was coming but Yoongi, you didn’t have to remind me.” You continued.
“I know, all these 3 years of being with you and you’ve been there with me throughout everything and I can’t thank you enough. But I’ve let my postponement go on for too long, I have to go at some point too. The sooner I go, the sooner I come back remember?” Yoongi comforts you. Trying his best to calm you down.
You nod, understanding his explanation. “I know it’s my fault for not letting you know any sooner too. I know that it’s not easy to take in.” He rubs your arms. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Yoongi apologised while peppering kisses on your cheeks.
Memories of the couple during Yoongi’s world tour flashes through your mind. The day out in Chicago, the small holiday in Phuket and diving. Shared kisses, meals and smiles. And intimate moments during the night. It all felt like a fever dream to you.
Tears streaming down your cheeks once more, trying your best to accept that time doesn’t freeze as you wish. “I feel like it’s just yesterday since you told me that you were going on tour, Min.” You said softly, cracking a soft smile at the memory. Both of you hugging and knowing that this will be one of your biggest memories with him. “I remember going on the flight to your first concert location. You were so excited to see your fans.” You giggled as Yoongi smiled apologetically to you.
“I’ll miss them so much too, jagi.” Yoongi spoke out. “And I’ll miss you the most too.”
Yoongi leaned in to kiss you on the lips softly.
“Promise me you’ll come back, or we’re gonna have issues.” You grumbled. It made Yoongi laugh softly.
“I’ll come back. To you, to my brothers, and to ARMYs. Safely.” He reassured you as he placed another comforting kiss on your lips.
He’ll come back safely. As he promised. He is a man of his words after all.
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cryinginmyroomsposts · 9 months
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Homecoming
Yoongi x fem!Reader
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A/n: Tried writing something for the first time based on this prompt. Let me know your opinions.
Warnings: Angst, non-idol au, first love, second chance trope, fluffy ending, mentions of sex, no smut
Word count: 1.5k
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The cold winter air cuts through my thoughts like a newly sharpened knife and it takes everything in me to not turn back and run to... where do I run back? I just walked away from the only home I've ever known, only to realise it was all in my head.
I walk along the brightly lit festival-ready Manhattan streets. Fairy lights turn into hazy lines across my eyes as I feel the sting from the tears forming at the back of my eyes. I will not cry, not about this... not about him. Funny how life comes full circle, almost an entire decade ago I walked back from school refusing to shed a tear about the boy who shredded my heart into a million pieces and here I am, all the way across the world and a decade's worth of pain to my name, still walking back to an empty house with tears threatening to fall... all because of him, again.
Exhaling a deep breath, as if to tell myself I have breathed out the pain, I walk with more speed. Fumbling with the keys at the door to the house I refuse to call home. My legs give out the second the door locks behind me as I drop to the floor by the foyer, head on my knees, too many thoughts and emotions floating around.
After what feels like a lifetime of staying in that state I hear the door's locks turn around, and my head drops even further into my knees as I already know who is on the other side. I stay there, crouched down with my head bent, clenching my fists, as I hear the soft thuds of his footsteps. I stay still as I feel him crouch down next to me, knees lightly brushing each other.
"Just please talk to me...please" I hear his voice cracking and once again it feels like I'm being punished for giving my heart to him.
"What do you want me to say" It comes out more bitter than my heart intended and I can feel him flinch at my tone. Do not look at him, it will make things worse. "I don't know what I did wrong... I am trying to understand but I don't know and now-" he exhales a shaky breath, out of the corner of my eyes I see him rub his palms on his knees. "Now I feel like I'm losing you." My heart gives out for a second and I look up to see his tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, his long black hair falling on his face, he looks wan and sweating in the middle of December.
"You're not losing me, I was never yours to be lost." My voice sounds alien to me as the words come out. The look on his face, as he takes my words in, feels like a dozen swords were stabbed right through me repeatedly. He looks distraught, scared and everything I am sure is mirrored in my own face.
"What do you mean by that, of course, you are mine. You are the only thing that's ever been mine" He pleads, tears rolling down his eyes as he reaches to hold my hands.
I move slightly away, "Please... You couldn't even tell our friends we are together. But then what are we really? We met two years back after all those years, started 'afresh' and ended up best friends who accidentally slept together once... that's all right. It was purely physical... at least admit that dammit!" I know I am being brutal, but I cannot be the one falling alone anymore. He is at a loss for words and I continue with a bitter laugh, "I've been asking for your acknowledgement since we were sixteen. Last time you let me go so fast... for what? because you wanted to look 'cool'. You came back and said you wanted to be friends... that night, you made out with me and told me we'd be fine no matter what. You promised not to hurt me again... but you never told me what we are. And then we slept together and you disappeared on me for two whole weeks... do you have any idea how fucked up that is. I don't think you even thought about it. You always escape when this arrangement became slightly complicated for you because I acknowledged my feelings and you couldn't deal with that. Actually, I was so sure you'll go running away the first chance you get... I kept myself in check this whole time just to not scare you away, but when it came out in a moment of passion you left me... without a single fucking word- only to return two weeks later for the school reunion. You were so fucking busy you couldn't even call me but today I find out you helped plan a part of that shindig... the cherry on the cake was when you pretended as if we haven't practically been living together for a whole year and you just screwed me and ran away... but of course, other people always mattered more to you right- back at highschool and now...."
By now the traitorous tears are streaming so fast down my cheeks, burning my face up. I don't even have the energy to reach and wipe them away. He puts his head down in defeat, and I see more tears fall down his cheeks too. He slowly wipes them away
"I know I messed up... I'm sorry" he sounds so little I almost miss it. I cannot get in myself to accept the apology but I hold myself back because I'm done explaining myself, it is high time he does it. Taking my silence as approval, he continues "You are right you know... about me being a coward who can't accept what this is." He lets a bitter deep chuckle, his face reeking hatred for himself.
"This is so messed up because I finally found the answer..." He looks at me eyes full of hope, a bitter smile still spread along his lips and my stomach flips on itself at the first ray of hope. I need to remind myself that the answer could be the end of us too. I just gulp down the bile rising to my mouth and look at him, this time he reaches to hold my hands in his and I let him- too tired for this fight.
"I ran away the other night, I got scared... scared that I messed up the only thing that was going right in my life. I wanted to do everything right this time around. You have no clue how much I hated myself for letting you go the last time around, high school was messed up." I let out a sarcastic chuckle, my heart still beating in my ears and my stomach tumbling with anxiety. He holds my fingers delicately as if it will break if he holds on tighter.
"I actually went home the next day-" my eyebrows shoot up at the new information, "- I was there last week, to talk to my parents. That night when we... after you went to sleep, I got a call from my mom saying she wants me to get settled- in a typical arranged marriage, she was being serious enough that she had already set up a blind date with someone she knew. I freaked out... and went to have a talk with my parents."
"That still doesn't explain the radio silence I received..." I am ashamed at how little my own voice sounds, there's so much new information spinning in my head and the anxiety keeps getting worse by the minute. "Yeah that was stupid on my part, I was very confused. I left and got on the first plane home, all through the plane I wasn't even sure what I was going home to do. I spent the entire 14-hour flight trying to understand everything and it clicked only as I reached home... I don't want anyone else but you. I realised I went there in that hurry only to convince my parents about you.."
He finally releases a breath after saying all that in go, my head is still spinning but I look at him with wide eyes, more tears threatening to fall down- this time with a glimmer of happiness. I was still unsure of how this will end and I hear myself say, "Andd..?"
He holds my hands tighter, clearing his throat before continuing, "And they eventually agreed. After 3 very hard and long sleepless days. I did not want to text you until I knew what I was doing for sure. When I did try to text you the day I was leaving to come back home... you had apparently blocked me.." It's my turn to look guilty, as my stomach does happy flips and I feel my heartbeat everywhere.
"I don't really blame you, from your point of view it made sense. When I couldn't reach you even after coming back, I helped plan the reunion in hopes you will be there. I hope that I can talk to you... make you mine officially..." At this point, I am sure my heart has given out, and it is getting harder to hide the smile creeping up my face, so I bite down hard on my lower lips. Involuntarily my fingers wrap around his, holding on for dear life.
"What are you trying to say... I'm tired of all this back and forth" I say, my nerves reaching new levels of high and hopes high up to the sky.
He moves close enough that there is only an inch between our faces and I try to protest but it gets lost in my nerves when he uses one of his hands to pull me on his waist and I see how sincere and scared his eyes look. I lower my face unable to manage all the emotions raising up my gut and he uses his other hand to make me face him again.
"I am sorry for being a dick, now and then. But this time... I am not letting you go. I waited 8 years in agony to meet you again, and another year having you so close to me yet out of reach. So... this is me saying I love you, with all my heart and soul. This is it for me... you're it. I love you and I'm never letting you go again."
By now my face is entirely wet and I'm sobbing loudly as he reaches to wipe my tears away with his thumbs. I just lay my head on his shoulder and cry for what feels like a good half an hour. He keeps patting my head and lets me cry. Eventually, I gather myself and wipe my tears and look at him, he smiles at me earnestly.
"Well... are you going to say it back or ?" He asks and although his lips are in a smirk I can see the fear behind his eyes. I smile myself and reach to hold his face in my hands before leaning in and closing the distance between us.
We've shared a couple of kisses before- some passionate, mostly hesitant; but this time it is reassuring. This is the kiss of love, of comfort and it is the kind of kiss that feels like home.
"You really are not gonna say the words anytime soon are you?" he asks in between the kisses. I look at him in thought for a minute before shaking my head in negative defiantly.
"You are going to have to work hard for it lover boy."
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yoongiphoria · 1 year
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the second time he said "i love you" | myg
→ a “the second time” drabble (read here) → series masterlist here
✰ pairing: tst!yoongi x reader ✰ warnings: fluff; menstruation, cramps, pain; allusion to namjin (a happy one!) ✰ word count: 1.9k ✰ note: i warned y'all, i am down bad for this man. i missed the tst couple again so they’re back :’) inspired by my period coming for my neck last week for absolutely no reason
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It hurts.
It hurts so bad that it wakes you up, so insistent that you just have to close your eyes and succumb to it. Curl into a ball on your side, hold your breath, and pray that the ringing in your ears and the stabbing and dull ache just... go away. Eventually.
"Babe? Babe, I can't find my black hoodie, have you seen it?"
Yoongi, god bless him, is oblivious to your menstrual suffering. He's usually perceptive, but not when he's in a rush—you can tell he's running off to a meeting, late by the looks of it, hopping around with a half-open bag hanging off his shoulder and one sock on. You feel a fresh wave of pain assault your lower abdomen and bite the inside of your cheek. 
"In the dryer," you say, hoping he interprets your quiet croak as half-awake and not halfway-to-death's-doorstep. "Put it in last night."
"Thanks. I'm sorry, I have to go—love you," he says, racing back out of the room, accompanied by a muffled thumping alternating with the slap of bare skin on tile. Despite the insistent twisting in your uterus, you snort. He's such a dork.
Him calling you babe is relatively new, as is this: waking up in his massive apartment, in his king-sized bed. Which is now also your bed, your apartment, you remind yourself, wincing as the pain grows sharper and spreads to your sides. He'd lived here first, alone, and you'd moved in later—when your lease expired, and Seokjin decided to move out with Namjoon. You smile a little, remembering how giddy Seokjin looked while picking out fabric swatches for their new couch. The timing had worked out swimmingly.
But the place doesn't feel like yours. Not yet, anyway. A month in, it’s still mostly Yoongi's effects lying around the place, his taste in furniture and flatware and bathroom towels. You have your dresser drawers, your side of the closet, and even a dedicated home office, but you still feel weirdly... confined. Temporary. Like you're staying at a hotel, and not really living here.
You let out a little sigh as the pain ripples through you, allowing yourself this small outlet now that Yoongi's gone. At the shitty but beloved place you shared with Seokjin, your electric heat pack and bulk-discounted Advil would be right there on your nightstand. But you just feel weird about leaving your personal items lying around in this room, when Yoongi so obviously goes to some lengths to keep it minimalistic. He only has museum-worthy items out in the open—a stack of books, a beloved guitar, everything in some variation of muted gray and soft neutrals. Your plug-in heat pack, on the other hand, is bright orange and ugly as hell and belongs nowhere near his model-home aesthetic. It's shoved in a drawer somewhere in your office, and right now, you can't even try to get up to look for it.
You sigh again, just as you hear the front door beeping open. An irritated grumble, footsteps rapidly approaching.
“Hey, babe, you haven't seen—“ Yoongi walks back in, rounds the end of the bed, strides over to your side and toward the walk-in closet. And then he looks at you, and he stops dead in his tracks.
You look up at him as the next cramp holds your entire pelvic area in a vise grip. "Your wallet?" you say, feigning nonchalance. You subtly pull the sheets back over yourself, hidden fingertips digging into the flesh of your abdomen like it'll help. "You're such an old man. It's on the bathroom counter."
"Babe," he says in a low voice, slowly stepping toward you. "Everything okay?"
"Yes," you respond firmly. “Why wouldn’t it be? Yoongi, I know you're late for the meeting. Go."
And then your body betrays you, sending you the worst pain you've felt this cycle in a flash of hot white—an angry ache spreading through your body, refusing to relinquish its hold—because of course it does. You close your eyes tight and curl into yourself, knees coming up to your chest.
Damn. Yoongi really won't let it go now.
He does look a little torn when you open your eyes, though, crouching down beside you but also glancing at his watch, nibbling on his lower lip. You try to shoo him away, one foot emerging from under the sheet to kick the air beside him. "Min Yoongi, if you don't leave in the next two seconds, I will drag you out of here myself. I know where your studio is.”
"The artist can wait, asshole'll probably be late anyway." He mumbles like he does when he's nervous, unsure. His eyes flit toward the doorway, then back to you. "What is it."
It's not a question, but you’re not going to be the reason he misses this meeting. You flip onto your other side to face away from him, cringing as you feel more blood seep out of you. "Seriously, dude, get out. Let me sleep."
"Babe, look at me."
You flip onto your back in defeat. He's standing up now, running a hand through his hair. Oddly quiet, not laughing or dishing out dry retorts like you expect him to. "What," you say finally, just to break the tense silence.
You've never had your period while living with Yoongi, you realize. It's been over a month since you've moved in, but your cycle's never quite been regular, so you'd avoided the hellish cramps and figuring out where to put the tampon boxes and need for pain relief until now. It's only day two. You wonder if Yoongi's ever even thought about menstruation before. If he's ever had to.
"Use your words." He looks down at you, brows knit together.
"It's just cramps, it's nothing. Seriously, you need to get out of here yesterday, your meeting—“
"What do you need?"
It's a simple question, spoken direct, unadorned. Soft. He's always been straight with you that way.
Yoongi's naturally gifted at caring for the people he loves. At caring for you. Silently bringing dinner to your desk when you're working overtime. Picking up your hair from the shower drain without a complaint. Lining up your shoes at the door the night before, so that they're ready when you inevitably run late for work the next morning.
He just wants to do something for you now, too—and he wants you to tell him how. You feel weirdly emotional, throat tightening with threatened tears. Hormones, probably.
"Um, painkillers," you mumble. You throw an arm over your face, feeling thoroughly awkward about the whole thing. "And, uh, there's an electric heat pack, too. In the bottom desk drawer, on the left?"
He runs a hand over your duvet-covered thigh, patting it gently before he sets off for your home office. You distantly hear a drawer or two slide open, slide shut. The water purifier running in the kitchen. In a minute, he's back with the requested supplies and a glass of water in his hands. 
Shit, the guy's really going to make you cry now.
He gently helps you sit up. Doesn't even let you open the Advil bottle, dropping a capsule into your palm with one hand and passing you the water with the other. Crouches down again, one hand resting on your knee, and finds an outlet for your heat pack while you swallow the pill.
"Thanks," you say, meekly. The word feels nervous, foreign. You normally do thank him after he does things for you, but it doesn't usually sound like this—you like to shout it, make it playful, make it dramatic. Oh, my sweet and dashing prince, what would I ever do without you? Min Yoongi, my knight in shining armor, my hero! 
The shyness, the feeling of being genuinely and deeply moved by his kindness... is new.
Now that you’ve been attended to, you expect him to pick up his bag from the floor, grab his wallet from the bathroom, and finally get going. Instead, though, he moves to sit next to you, mattress sinking beneath him. He presses the slowly warming heat pack into your belly with his right hand, pulls you into his side with his left. 
Like he has nowhere else to be. Like he has all the time in the world to sit here, with you.
That does it. Suddenly, the tears start spilling. They roll down your cheeks, drip silently onto the hand splayed over your abdomen.
"Hey," he murmurs, tipping his head down to look at you. His eyes go wide, searching yours. "What is it? Does it hurt? Do you need something else?"
You shake your head, lean in closer and bury your face into the soft fabric covering his chest. "No. I just... I love you."
He stills beneath you; the hand stroking your arm comes to a stop at your elbow.
Okay, maybe now isn't the best time to say it, when you're teary and sore and bloated and feeling so gross you want to throw yourself into a vat of antiseptic. But the feeling keeps rising up in your throat, demanding to be said aloud. To make its presence known.
Seokjin always chided you growing up, saying you were too easy, too quick to form attachments and affections and feelings. But with Yoongi... you know it's not just a passing infatuation. With Yoongi, it's love. It's been love, an initial attraction solidifying into something deeper and more fundamental, an emotion that wove itself over time into the daily rhythms of your life and steadily became part of your being. Because without loving Yoongi, what would be left of you?
You pull back, wipe at your face. “Ugh, sorry, I don't know what got into—“
"I love you more."
You’re the one who said it first, but you fight not to flinch on reflex. Not that you actually find it hard to hear—in fact, it’s the opposite. It’s just that you aren’t used to hearing it. Or saying it, for that matter. You say I love you to each other in a million different, subtler ways: a touch on his shoulder, a tickle fight in bed, a cup of tea brought to a work-weary desk. Gentle kisses to cold-bitten cheeks. Playing you a song he wrote with you in mind. The damn shoes by the door.
The first time he'd said it after you started dating, maybe a few months in, you'd both laughed about it a little, and you’d felt so awkward about it you couldn’t even look him in the eye. You vaguely recall saying it back. Following it up with something like let's never say that out loud again.
Now would be, again, the second time. You're finding you like the seconds better than the firsts.
He moves to kiss you, but you retreat quickly, heels skidding against the sheets as you clap a hand over your mouth. "I haven't brushed my teeth."
"So? I don't care. You kissed me after you had that horrible garlic pasta last week.”
"Yah!" You laugh and wince a little, settling back into your pillows with the heat pack still pressed to you. "I hate you. I actually hate you. I take it back. Never disgrace me with your presence again.”
"Liar." He climbs on top of you, immune to your kicks of protest. He traps you with his arms and leans down, his fringe brushing against your forehead. And he kisses you.
It's a swift kiss, chaste and warm. And yet, the ache gives way to butterflies all the same.
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silv3rswirls · 2 years
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[10:31 PM]
This sweater is new, I’m going to ruin it; was all you could think about as you clutched at Yoongi’s sweater. Your fingers curled into the soft threads almost painfully as they stretched in your grasp, from where Yoongi sat beside where you were curled up on the bed. You were curled into a ball, clutching his sweater as if he was going to disappear, leg going stiff over how long it had been folded under the other weight, and an ache poking at your neck as you held your head over Yoongi’s lap, but could bring yourself to lay it down.
“I’m not leaving” he would mutter softly, “why would you think I was leaving?”
“Why can’t I just let go” you choked out, “I’m g-going to ruin your sweater.” Your eyes itched as fresh tears rolled down the dry streaks on your cheeks. “You’re worried about the sweater” Yoongi scoffed, bringing a hand to lay on top of your head and encouraging you to finally just lay down. You did, reluctantly, laying your forehead against his thigh and closing your eyes, fingers loosening their grip on his sweater, though the urge to cling to him tightly still remained.
“I’m not leaving” he’d sigh, not bothered but affectionately. “Get those thoughts out of your head” he laid back on the bed but continued to rub and massage the back of your head as you buried your face deeper into him, unintentionally rubbing more tears into his pants. “Just let it all out.”
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aamalaaa · 1 year
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golden | myg
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pairing: Min Yoongi x reader
genre: established relationship au, domestic fluff, just fluff and fluff
warnings: talks of anxiety (brief and not current)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: I was on a road trip and was inspired, it gave birth to this! It’s a bit cheesy but oh well, I do love me some side of cheese with my main cheese.
//: for maximum effect play the lakes by Taylor Swift<3
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Life’s always been so fast paced, you never really have the time to stop and catch your breath. You’ve never been very good at ‘seizing the moment’ your anxiety always making you nervously anticipate the future. Which admittedly, made you very wary at the idea of a, very loosely planned, road trip when your boyfriend had proposed it to you. Yet, you said yes. You’ve always wanted to learn how to live in the present, be spontaneous. What better time to start than now, with the person you love and appreciate the most?
Yoongi’s always managed to calm down your anxiety. He makes you want to try new things without fearing the unknown as much as you would’ve before you got to know him.
The windows are almost all the way down, and the car’s going relatively fast but still within the speed limit. A soft folk song plays on the sound system, the sun is shining brightly upon you, painting you both golden. You’re wearing a baby blue sundress, appropriate for the sizzling hot summer day. The wind in your hair has soft strands flying all around your face, but you honestly can’t be bothered to tie it up. It’s nice, you feel alive, present, for the first time in a long long time, maybe ever.
Yoongi has one hand resting on your bare knee, stroking it softly in circular motions with his thumb. You shift your head slowly, meeting his gaze for a second or two, smiling tenderly at him. He smiles back just as affectionately, warming you up from the inside, more than the current temperature ever could.
Is this what seizing the moment feels like? You think that if it is, you’d like to experience it a lot more often. Maybe everyday,
Maybe Forever.
You stop to have lunch at a beach not too far off from the highway, the ocean’s beautiful. You stare at the waves crashing on the shore and gaze in awe at how the sun reflecting on the water makes it seem like the most beautiful diamond, shinning just for the both of you.
You feel fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and lean into the touch closing your eyes for a moment before stealing a glance at the stunning man beside you. Yoongi already has his gaze locked onto you, an indescribably fond look in his eyes.
You lean in and softly, almost shyly, press your lips against his for a few seconds, barely moving as the back of his index finger lightly caresses your cheek.
“Where to next, mister?” You ask after breaking off the kiss somewhat reluctantly, grinning from ear to ear, your expression matching the one etched upon Yoongi’s face.
“Further South.. I heard there’s a beautiful place maybe two hours and a half from here.”
You nod.
“If you want to, of course” He smiles shyly, a smile you’re absolutely and irrevocably enamoured with.
How could you ever refuse him when he’s looking at you like that, like you hold all of the world’s secrets in the palm of your hands.
“Of course I want to! What’s so special about this place?” You inquire, not that it would make any difference, you’d follow him anywhere.
“Nothing much, you’ll see” He mumbles, earning a light chuckle from you.
You spend a few minutes leaning against Yoongi’s torso, between his thighs, watching the tide, his strong arms wrapped around you. You bask in the warm breeze, taking in every details about this particular moment and locking it away in your head to revisit every time you feel like the world doesn’t make sense, that it suffocates you and that everything is out of your control. Because sometimes it is, and maybe that’s okay.
When you stop again a few hours later, you don’t really understand where exactly Yoongi has taken you. The sun is shinning brightly high up in the sky and the dashboard clock indicates 2:56.
“Alright we’re almost here.” Yoongi states, observing your surroundings.
“We’re in a gravelled parking lot, in a forest, in the middle of nowhere, Yoongi.” You deadpan, confused. The man simply shrugs.
“Yeah.” He opens the door and grabs a tote bag from the backseat. Min Yoongi, a man of actions, not so much words. A man you love deeply, even if it annoyed you a bit at first. Love is about patience, acceptance and compromise above everything else. You figured that out with Yoongi, as a team. You learned a lot of things during your time together.
You sigh, grab your phone and step out of the car too, deciding to trust him. He must’ve had a good reason to bring you both here. He closes the door and walks around the car, sliding his large palm against yours, intertwining your fingers. You think maybe, they were meant to fit so perfectly together.
You both make your way through a forest path riddled with tree roots, branches, rocks and leaves. It isn’t exactly easy to walk on but you have Yoongi’s hand guiding you gently through it, grounding you, making you feel safe, protected. You find yourself being incredibly grateful once again to the circumstances, your ex lovers, the people that came and went, the failures and the joys that led you here, right now. The love of your life by your side, your anchor, the man who held your heart in his palms oh-so carefully. Love isn’t perfect by any means, but nothing is, and maybe that’s the beauty of it all, really.
When you get to the end of the path, you gasp, taking in the wondrous glade before your eyes. Your eyes water, memories of a similar day, years ago, in a glade similar to this one. The first time Yoongi had said he loved you, even though you could already tell by his action and how he always listened.
Yoongi never needs words to convey how he feels. But you do, so he always makes a conscious effort to communicate how he feels verbally and you try to be more attentive to his subtleties.
Compromises.
He leads you to the middle of the glade, lays a blanket and motions for you to sit down, which you do, still amazed by all the thoughts and efforts he must’ve put into this. For you.
“Yoongi..”
He sits down next to you, hand resting above yours. He stares into your eyes intently and a small gentle smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“This place is stunning..” You delicately caress his cheek with your free hand. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, you know that,” He leans in slowly and kisses you so tenderly you’d think you were made of fragile glass, ready to break at any moment. It might be the most intimate kiss you had, ever. It’s up there for sure.
He breaks it off and brings his forehead to yours, closing his eyes in the process. You do the same.
“I had something to ask..” He trails off. You listen intently, waiting for his question.
“I had all this speech planned but..” He strokes his thumb on the back of your hand. “That’s not you and me. We don’t rehearse or plan things when it comes to us. So I’m not gonna do that.”
You open your eyes and smile bashfully, a little confused.
He goes on. “I love you, you know I do. So much,”
He takes a few moments to think about his next words.
“So be mine yeah? For now, this life and if we’re lucky enough, the next one?” He asks, breath a bit shaky.
You stare at him, mouth agape.
“What do you mean by that? I’m yours already Yoongi..”
He takes a deep breath.
“I mean, be mine, marry me?” He inquires softly, just shy of a whisper. And if your heart could jump out of your chest and start a marathon, you’re sure it would take on the challenge. But it can’t, so it just beats rapidly and irregularly.
“A-are you serious right now?” You gulp, voice barely getting out of your throat.
He rolls his eyes, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
“No I’m kidding,” He tuts. “Of course I’m serious kitten.”
He intertwines both of your fingers together, and at that moment, you manage to get it together, if only a little.
In an instant, your lips come crashing onto his, the fast series of movements making you dizzy. You kiss him fervently, trying to pour all of your emotions into it. It could never be enough.
After a while you separate and rub your noses together, giggling like school kids.
“Of course I will, ” You whisper.
Yoongi’s smile is so bright, you think you might go blind.
“In this life and if we’re lucky, in the next one too..”
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xattexx · 2 years
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Really nothing to see? ❀
pairing: Yoongi x fem reader
genre: angst to fluff (comfort)
warning: few swear words
summary: overthinking and miscommunication can lead to unpleasant situations
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You and Yoongi have been a couple for some months. You know that he can be sometimes cold and quiet but in private you can see his soft side and soft spot. Of course he will never admit that or that gets jealous but you know it. For fucks sake it is Min Yoongi. Being friends for many years and having crush on him means that you know lot of his expressions and what they mean. Of course his bandmates knows about you too and loves to annoy Yoongi with it. Sleepy angry cat has a girlfriend and it's Y/N? How did you pull that up? She must have hard times with your personality… Of course, he will always ignore it or annoy others back.
Yoongi loved you with all your flaws because he knew that you loved him with his. He loved your personality, your expressions, how you try to match him, your body even through sometimes you didn't. Sometimes you thought that maybe you were not good enough for him, that maybe his body type preferences are different, maybe he would look better next to someone else. At the end Koreans have different preferences. When you had these doubtful days his cold and quiet were not helping you at all. Yoongi is good at reading people and you are no exception so he stops with his behaviour and reassure you when he sees you downgrading yourself. He never understood that. How could you be underselling yourself? Yoongi knew that he wasn't perfect and had his flaws. He was lucky to have you but never understood why didn't you understand that? Yoongi always made sure that you feel loved and swallowing his pride was sometimes part of it.
Boys were currently in hot spring. They are on tour and currently they are in Tokyo. You decided to visit them but also visit two friends you had who was their staff. Those two girls are your closest people you find after moving to the Seoul.
Tired after the whole day they had to go through, hot spring was like a heaven for them. Of course, boys wouldn't be boys without some nasty talking. They knew that girls hot spring rooms are next door and that you took your two friends with you. It took you a while to meet Eun-Woo and Ji-Hoin in front of the hot spring because you couldn't kick your ass to get ready so they got there sooner. While going to the girls hot spring you heard something that caught your attention. You were not into peaking into the boys rooms but you were passing by and you could clearly hear that.
Jimin and Taehyung were talking about Eun-Woo and that they are jealous that you get to see her naked. She is beautiful woman. Of course Namjoon has told them to calm their hormones. He is respectful but mostly he likes Eun-Woo. But Taehyung saw a way to tease Yoongi a bit.
"Soooo… Y/N is basically next door too. Naked with her friends, enjoying her time without you."
Yoongi just ignored the comment but Jimin saw this as an opportunity to tease his friend more.
"Yeah, she must look good without nothing on. Her body must look good underneath someone." Jimin really enjoyed Yoongi's face. Yoongi was looking at him with anger and annoyance in his eyes . All the boys were curious what’s going to be Yoongi’s reaction. He is not a person to yell so what will they friend do?
"None of your business Jimin. Jealous that I have someone underneath me at night?" Cocky side smile appeared on Yoongi’s face while he lifted his one eyebrow. This only fuelled Jimin to tease his hyung a little bit more. He was enjoying this too much.
"Imagining Y/N's body... under mine, those nice tits bouncing up and down. She truly must look good. Might as well go take a peek when she will be in hot spring alone."
"Tssk.. it's not that good as you think or imagine. There is really nothing to see ." Okay he knew that maybe he took this too far but hearing Jimin daydreaming about you made him furious and jealous. Yoongi couldn't stand the thought of Jimin imagining you naked. Fucking you. Only Yoongi had this privilege. Little did he knew that you heard this. Fuuuck you really should have stayed in bed or walk without stopping. You really didn't needed to hear this when you already knew that you are going to have bath with your two beautiful friends. You were insecure sometimes around them and felt like the ugly friend they have. You were not but your little head is thinking sometimes else. Maybe they were better in the end. With little broken soul you decided to go back to your room and call it a day.
The next day you decided to distance yourself little bit from Yoongi. He asked if there is something happening and why you look like a zombie. No, you were not about to cry in front of him so you told him that you didn't slept much last night because he was snoring. He wasn’t but you had to lie. You hid your feelings and told him to get ready for day 2. And that's how whole day went. Yeah, you could still hear his words in your head. You were thinking about your body and how he probably sees you. Everytime you passed a mirror you looked into it.
When you came to Seoul you decided to just tell him that you needed time alone after spending all the time with staff and boys in general. You need to recharge your social battery. You told Yoongi you will take taxi home.
Yeah Yoongi now saw that your behaviour is odd. He hoped you would spend some quality time at his place. This is not you. But what could have happened? He was clueless. Maybe if he hangs out with you, he could get it out of you. Last thing he expected was you blowing him off. Yoongi’s stubbornness insisted on at least taking you home.
The next day you came to work sooner to catch up on your work since you took few days off to go to Tokyo. You wanted to have it finished on time. And you did. One hour before you should be finished Yoongi texted you that he will pick you up from work. He was still determined to know why you act so coldly toward him. Like as If you are avoiding him. You had not texted him the whole day or send him his good night text last night. The strange feeling in your guts after reading that message told you to lie to him. You were not feeling good today and you definitely did not look any better. So, you texted him back that you will be working hour overtime and your friend will take you home. Did this lie work? No. We are talking about Min Yoongi. He just texted you back that he will be waiting for you and that’s his last word. You had no other options.
As Yoongi promised he was waiting for you on a parking lot. Yoongi walked towards you. Going for a warm hug you decline his offer. You felt like he did this because people in relationship do these things. You loved him but did he loved you? Were you beautiful in his eyes? Were you overthinking everything? You mind was a mess. You were acting without thinking.
Yup definitely is something happening. Yoongi knew. He knew after this gesture. You just started walking towards his car as if you wanted to already have this done? Okay he is going to play as you want. He will be quiet in the car. You appreciated it since you were zone out looking at passing city.
Yoongi drove you home. He helped you with your belongings hoping you would invite him over. You thanked him, told him goodbye and started looking for your keys. You wanted to make yourself a hot chocolate or tea and be in your comfort kingdom. Before you could unlock your door Yoongi stopped you.
"Hold up. Stop. Turn around. Come to me. Hug me and kiss me! That is our routine." He was demanding. You came to him. Hugged him. In that moment he puts arms under your ass, lifts you off the ground and takes your keys and gets you inside. He needed to clear the air out. He was annoyed and frustrated. Yoongi needed to act now or never.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you pretend that we only know each other and that's it? Like you forgot that I love you. Do you not love me because if so than tell me now because I'm sick and dumb of your behaviour since Tokyo." Yoongi monotone voice sounded angry, but concern was written all over his face. Normally you would knew that this was his way of showing he is worried but sudden anger clouded your mind.
"Heh? You love me? Are you sure about it?" Tears were forming in your eyes. He didn't understand. Were you not believing in his love for you?
"Of course I love you. If I wouldn't, I wouldn't let you to get that close to me. If you need reassurance of my love then you should have told me and I would give you all I can."
"Reassurance is not what I need. There is nothing to reassure! I have heard enough in Tokyo, in hot springs!...” you were loud because you let your emotions get the best of you. Yoongi was just looking at you. Not knowing what to say. You then breath in and out. “…Can I ask a question? Did you ever find me attractive?" You broke down when you thought that this may be it. Maybe the last question. "Because last time I heard you told Jimin how it's nothing special to look at me. You know, I might be insecure and hard to deal with but I really hoped and believed you liked every part of me. Maybe I was naive. Is there really nothing to see Min Yoongi?" You wanted to tell him everything so this was the last part you added. 
"Y/N..No.Noo.. You must be dumb if you think that was true what I said. Jimin was talking so much about you that I had to tell him something. I couldn't stay someone like him imagining your body under him. That privilege is mine. And mine only!… I was... uhm… jealous." Last part was very quiet.
"What was that? I think I have heard something after "mine only!"
He scrunched his eyebrows together. "I was jealous Y/N. Are you happy?"
So, it WAS just you overthinking. You should have talk to him. Few tears have escaped your eyes as you realize that you almost ended your relationship because you have failed to communicate with him. You didn't know how to apologize for giving him a hard time like that. Only thing that came up was giving him a promised hug and kiss filled with emotions. Maybe some cuddling that which he would always crave and longed for but never asked for. As you did he picked you up again and put you on couch.
"Now you have to give me attention for this Kitty.  I love you dummy and you are perfect. I ain't letting my talented younger friend stealing my baby."
You put your fingers in his hair and started playing with it. You knew Yoongi will probably fall asleep soon. You were missing moments like this. His warmth and scent. You wouldn't be his girlfriend if you didn't tease him a little. "Buuut i don't know, Jimin is prett~"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
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a/n: I can officially delete my old accound since this was last fic I had. I know that Yoongi isn’t the strongest to suddently lift anyone from us but just imagine. (T⌓T)
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7ndipity · 3 months
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Take Care Of You
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: After a particularly rough week, you come down with the flu. Luckily, you have Yoongi to look after you, even if you think you don’t deserve it.
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Warnings: mentions of illness, swearing, teeny bit suggestive and silly at the end, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
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It was still dark as you woke up shivering, your whole body aching as you rolled over, seeking out the warmth of your boyfriend. After less than two minutes though, he tried to shift out of your hold, making you whine.
“Babe, I’m melting,” He complained sleepily, trying to squirm away. “Why are you so warm?”
You only groaned weakly in response.
Yoongi’s eyes cracked open at the small, pained sound, looking down at you with sudden concern. “Babe? Are you okay?”
“I don’t-”, a sudden fit of coughing seized you, shaking your whole body.
“Ah, shit.” He clicked the light on, making you wince at the sudden brightness, sitting up to get a better look at you. Your face was pale and covered with a faint sheen of sweat, your whole frame shaking violently from shivering, despite the heat rolling off of you.
“I told you you’ve been working too hard.” He sighed, feeling your forehead. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get you some medicine.”
He disappeared through the house as you curled further in on yourself, trying to ignore the pounding in your head.
You knew he was right, though you hated that he had to be proven right in this way. You’d been pushing yourself harder than usual the past few days, trying to keep up with the usual demands at work, as well trying to get ahead on a few projects in the hope that you and Yoongi could take some time off together.
He had expressed several times that he’d been worried about you, but you’d kept brushing him off, saying that you were fine, your usual response whenever he voiced those types of concerns. He had enough on his plate, oftentimes stretching himself thinner than you had this week, and you didn’t want to add the burden of looking after you to the list.
He returned with a couple pills and some water, encouraging you gently to sit up before he handed them to you.
You took the meds with a slight wince, feeling the soreness in your throat, before trying to pass the glass back to him, but he shook his head, nudging it back towards your lips.
“Drink, you need to pay extra attention to hydration if you’re sick.” He said matter-of-factly.
“You sound like Web Md.” You tried to tease him, but your voice came out too weak and cracked.
“Drink.” He said again sternly, though his eyes stayed soft.
You relented, nodding before slowly finishing the glass.
“I’m sorry.” You croaked.
“Shh, it’s okay. Just sleep, okay?” He said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
He helped you get settled back under the covers before returning to his side of the bed, keeping a watchful eye over you until you managed to drift back to sleep.
You don’t know how long you were asleep for, but when you opened your eyes again, it was light out, Yoongi’s side of the bed empty. You assumed he’d left for the studio, leaving you to get what rest you could, though you tried to ignore the faint pang of sadness in your chest at the thought.
Slowly, you sat up, stretching out your stiff limbs. You could tell your fever had broken, or at least lessened, you were only faintly aching now, though the dull pounding in your head was still very much present.
You decided to make the trek to the kitchen for some tea and more meds, looking for an extra sweater or hoodie to pull on for warmth before shuffling down the hall.
“What are you doing up?” You jumped slightly at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, turning to see him standing in the doorway, carrying a tray of food and tea.
“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise.
He smirked. “I really hope you’re not so sick that you forgot I live here.”
“I mean why are you still here? Why aren’t you at the studio?” You asked.
“I told them I couldn’t come in today.” He answered, setting the tray on the bedside table.
“Why not?” You asked, confused.
“Because you’re sick,” He said as if it was obvious. “I’m not leaving to fend for yourself.”
“I’m fine-” Your argument was choked off by another fit of coughing. Yoongi quickly moved to steady you as you wobbled slightly, your legs not supporting you nearly as much as you’d hoped.
“You’re not fine.” He said softly once you’d quieted. “Please, just let me take care of you?”
Reluctantly, you nodded, letting him help you back to the bed, tucking the blanket in around your
legs before settling the tray on your lap.
“How are you feeling?” He asked gently, handing you a cup of tea. You blinked, surprised that
he’d remembered the right herbal blend you liked for times like this.
You glanced up at him, noticing that he was watching you, waiting patiently for your response.
“My head hurts.” You admitted quietly.
“These should help.” He said, opening a bottle and handing you a couple pills. “Anything else?”
You shook your head. “Not really, I just feel kinda shitty.”
“A shower might help with that.” He said, chuckling at your choice of words, happy that you still sounded like yourself. “Will you be okay on your own or do you want me to help?”
“I’ll be okay on my own.” You said softly, staring at him curiously.
“Okay. You should eat something first, though.” He said, sliding a bowl of soup over in front of you. “Then, if you want, I can set you up on the couch and we can watch one of your shows?”
When you didn’t answer, he looked up, catching the way you were staring at him.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
You shook your head. “You’re just being really nice.” You said.
He tilted his head. “I’m always nice to you.”
“But all this-” You bit your lip. “You didn’t have to do any of this.”
“What are you talking about?” He said softly. “This is nothing, I’m just looking after you the way you deserve.”
You didn’t feel like it, you felt like you were getting in his way, keeping him away from his own work and responsibilities.
“Nuh-uh, I know that look.” He caught your chin with his fingers, turning your eyes back up to his, looking at you seriously. “Whatever’s going on in your head right now, it isn’t true. You deserve to be taken care of, you hear me?”
When you didn’t answer, he sighed, cupping your face in his hands.
“Y/n, I love you, I want to take care of you. I actually like getting to take care of you, when you let me, that is.” He added, making you crack a tiny grin. “Okay?”
You nodded. “Okay.”
Good, now c’mere.” He said, trying to pull you into a kiss, but you pressed a hand against his chest.
“What if you get sick?” You asked.
“I don’t give a shit. And even if I do, then you can take care of me, that’s how relationships work.” He said stubbornly, leaning in again.
You let him connect your lips for just a second before pulling away again.
“Yoongi?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.” You said.
“You’re welcome.” He replied. “Now, eat your soup before it gets cold, and then you can take your shower, unless maybe now you want me to help you with it?” He raised a brow at you.
“Stop trying to flirt with me, I’m sick!” You laughed.
“Who’s trying? I’m succeeding, you blushed!” He defended, pointing to your flushed cheeks.
“I did not, I have a fever!”
“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say, Babe.”
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bangtaninborderland · 9 months
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MYG - Secrets In The Sheets
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Genre: smut, maid reader x mob boss Yoongi, 18+, REQUESTED
Warning: mentions of guns and death, spanking, oral (f&m receiving), penetration, hair pulling, choking.
A/N: thank you for requesting this! I had so much fun writing it! I hope you enjoy it please let me know what you think I always do try my hardest to make requests as good as possible.
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Yoongi sighed, tossing his keys atop the small glass table, and sliding his shoes off along with his jacket.
God, he needed a drink.
He shuffled over to the small drinks table he had installed in the corner of the living room overlooking a rather dark Seoul, picking up a bottle of whiskey not bothering to read the label as he poured himself a glass. It didn’t matter what it was called nor how strong it was, what mattered was the few moments of peace he felt as the liquid slid down his throat, a light burn in its wake. A small piece of relief in his rather hectic and unusual life.
He chucked remembering how Hoseok had explained that stress was his own fault, “Hyung.” The younger had called up, running in front of him to open the sleek Mercedes. “You know, you wouldn’t be so stressed if you took a holiday. You don’t always have to be a mob boss.”
“Hobi you know I couldn’t leave, probably end up with a bullet in my head on some random beach. You know I don’t feel like being fed to the fish thanks.”
“So uptight Hyung, get home safe.”
“Always do.”
He loved his team as much as he refused to admit it, his team were his life and he would step in front of a thousand bullets to protect them.
He placed his glass down, unbuttoning the top button of his black shirt. You could tell the fabric was expensive, but then again - everything about Min Yoongi was expensive.
He was about to settle in his study preparing to go over the mass amounts of paperwork that built up over the past week when he heard a shuffle in the upstairs bedroom.
Without a second thought, he pulled out his gun, checking the bullets before heading up the stairs. Eyes searched every corner of the house as the noise grew louder, what was once a slight shuffle now being muffled moans.
Definitely fucking weird.
He watched his steps, careful not to move too fast to alert the intruder to his presence, hand pressing his bedroom door open before returning to hold the gun properly.
He was taken back in absolute shock as he watched the maid laying on his bed, legs spread wide as her fingers disappeared inside of herself. Her other hand gripping the crisp white sheets.
Walking over to you he did the only thing reasonable, he held the gun against your temple. Eyes hard as you jumped in surprise before registering the barrel against your skin. Your face falls, overcome with a clear look of fear. “M-mr min.” You stuttered. Legs fold over themselves to give you some cover.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi spat, nudging the hun further against your head. “I don’t pay you to fuck yourself in my bed I pay you to fucking clean.”
You whimpered, pushing yourself into the bed further to make your frame seem smaller. “I- I’m sorry I just I I’ll leave please sir I’m so sorry.”
“What got you so desperate that you couldn’t wait?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity taking over as his eyes raked around your body. You felt your nipples harden against the fabric of your uniform, your thighs coated in wetness.
He tore his eyes away, mentally shaking his head, he may have been a ruthless killer but he had some decency.
Your eyes wandered around, a hint of embarrassment in them. “It- y-you Mr. Min. I was just cleaning the spare room and a box fell and the… the toys fell out and I… I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”
He sighed, removing the gun from your temple, flicking the safety on before placing it on the table close enough but still out of reach. “What was it that turned you on?”
“What?” Mr min I do-“ you stuttered being cut off as yoongi placed his hand over your mouth.
“The only thing I want to hear from you is an answer. What got you turned on.” He tutted, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth as he pulled his hand away. Resting it atop his hip. “Well?”
“The- the vibrator sir.” Your face was flushed, the embarrassment only worsening with every moment you were trapped underneath Yoongi.
“Why?” He was genuinely confused, his little toy box housed an array of toys, ranging from relatively simple to more complex, degrading.”
“I.. uh….” Your voice grew quiet as you mumbled out her explanation. “I thought about you using it on me.”
“My maid is fantasising about me fucking her?” Yoongi smirked, an idea already forming. “I suppose you want to keep your job huh?”
You sighed, that was something easily answered. “Yes, Mr Min.”
“Okay, only if you let me give you what your pretty mind was thinking about.” He sits on the end of the bed, expressing nearing bored as he continued his mental assessment of your body.
“I don’t- I can’t.” You looked away, not bothering to move but not as settled. “It’s wrong Mr Min.”
He shook his head, a wicked smile tantalising the maid. “Call me Yoongi, I won’t force you, sweetheart. If you want to go you know the house better than I do, I can give you a recommendation I’m sure someone else would love your…services. However, you could give yourself what you want most and keep your job.”
Yoongi lets you have a few minutes to think, never wanting to force someone. “If…if I took you up on your offer…would we get to do it more than once?”
He shrugged. “It depends on you and if it’s good.”
“I think I can be of satisfaction to you Sir.” You pouted, lightly offended by his comment.
“Now don’t pout, why don’t you show me how else you can use those pretty lips?”
“You really want me, Mr Min?” You giggled shyly, it was no secret Min yoongi was a wanted man. Anyone who had the privilege of seeing the man wanted a taste of him, both men and women alike would take their shot throwing all kinds of compliments and date proposals at him only for him to reject every single one of them.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true darling.” He rasped, watching you drop to your knees was a fucking sight. He wasn’t a bad man, not in that sense anyway, but he knew a beautiful woman when he see one.
“Want me to take your cock out, Yoongi?” Your tone had a dangerous lilt to it as you said his name for the first time, If he wasn’t hard before he was now.
He nodded, resting his hands behind him to keep him steady. “Do whatever doll.”
You relished in the cute pet names he had easily been addressing you with. You didn’t respond to him verbally, instead, your hands went to his belt buckle, undressing him as fast as you could. You wanted to moan the second his cock sprang free, the length and thickness both much better than you could ever have imagined. “Fuck.”
“Like what you see?” He chuckled, he was very aware of his body, of how good he looked.
“Love what I see.” You corrected, looking up at him for consent before continuing. He gave you a small nod once he realised what you were asking, once he did your hand was wrapped around his cock pumping him a few times. “What do you want from me Mr min?”
“I told you, darling, I want to see what that pretty mouth can do.” He winked, throwing his head back as you brushed your finger along the tip of his cock.
“Well then Mr min, I won’t keep you waiting.” You smiled, lips parting around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around a few times earning a groan from him.
You felt his hand upon your head, he didn’t push you down instead he lightly brushed your hair from your face. “God you’re fucking amazing.”
You responded by hollowing your cheeks, taking his cock as far down your throat as you could, even pushing a little past that point to show off. “Fuck your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned, thrusting upwards a little making you gag.
You recovered quickly, ignoring the feeling of tears pricking your eyes as you continued sucking his cock, hand wrapped around the base massaging the length you couldn’t fit. He let you sit there for a few minutes, his hand running through your hair, gripping it gently every time your tongue swirled around the tip, before lightly parting your cheek. “Off, my turn.”
You pulled off, making a ‘pop’ sound as you did. “You’re turn what?” You panted, your own arousal still growing.
“I want to see if you taste as good as you look. Lay down on the bed.” He patted your thigh, waiting for you to situate yourself on your back before he pushed your legs apart, making room for himself between them. “Every part of you is fucking beautiful, I might just have to keep you here forever.”
“All for yourself Mr Min? isn’t that selfish?” You teased.
“I’d like to see anyone try and touch what I claim doll, everyone knows to stay away from whatever the mins own.” He chuckles, shaking his head as though surprised and your comment. “Shuffle closer.”
You carried out his request, pushing your body closer to him, letting your eyes flutter closed as his breath grew heavier against your skin. He started at your thighs,, kissing and licking every now and again choosing a particular part to bite down on, definitely leaving marks. “More.” You whispered, hand reaching down to pull him closer.
Everything stopped and you opened your eyes, confused by the lack of touch. As you did his hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Patient girls get nice things, do you want me to show you what I do to girls who demand darling?”
You shook your head, mouth dry and eyes a little fuzzy. “N-no Yoongi.”
“See I knew you were smart.” He smiled, moving back to his previous position. This time you let him carry out his torturously slow pace, trying to keep as still as possible. The last thing you wanted was for him to stop.
Eventually, he moved higher, his lips heaving over your labia and whether you meant to or not you bucked your hips at the sensation earning a slap to your thigh. “Still. Don’t disturb me.”
“Yes, Mr min.” You whined, fisting the sheets to keep you grounded. “Sorry.”
Once again he brought his mouth to your cunt, tongue licking a long stripe between the folds. “God.” You groaned, relishing the way his tongue swirled around your clit.
He was good with his tongue, too fucking good. He covered your pussy with his mouth, both sucking your clit and using his tongue at the same time to flick the bud repetitively giving you no time to catch your breath. His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you trapped against him.
“Yoongi- too- ah fuck too much too much” you screamed, hand pushing at his head to move him away.
Despite his smaller frame, he was much stronger than you, your fighting did nothing against him if anything it only encouraged him more as he slid his tongue into your hole. “I’ll cum right now yoongi fuck wait.” You thrashed around, the pleasure overwhelming you.
Your orgasm was winding around your stomach, with just a few more stripes of his tongue you’d be brought to a mind-blowing orgasm. You would have been but you weren’t. He pulled away just before you could be pushed over the brink, your orgasm dwindling away. You’d never been edged before but the smug look on his face when you opened your eyes initially wanting an explanation somewhat calmed you.
The look he wore told you what you need to know, he wasn’t ready to be done.
“I want to see you riding me. Think you can handle it or are you done already.”
“Please.” You huffed, brushing your hair out of your face before pushing him backwards, his body landing on the bed with a light thud. “Give me a little more credit Mr Min.”
“Someone’s got a little confident?” He raised an eyebrow “Condom. Top drawer.”
You rushed off the bed, handing him the packet. Within a matter of seconds, you were back on top of him, his eyes dark, focused, watching you align his cock with your entrance.
His energy was everything, dark, alluring, dangerous but even so he was still smug and the thing about you? You could be smug too. You smiled back, practically a grin as you slid down, tightening your walls around him as much as possible. “I’ll show you confident Mr min.”
You ground your hips in a circle before beginning to ride him, his cock filling you up perfectly. “Come here.”
He pulled you down to him, placing a rough kiss against the corner of your mouth before locating your lips properly, you riding him made it a little more difficult but still his grip around your throat was firm, keeping you close enough to explore your mouth with his tongue.
You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips upward, his free hand grabbed your ass cheek, slapping it hard enough to echo throughout the room. You pulled away from the kiss, biting his lip. “Want you to fuck me.” You gasped, legs growing tired.
He flipped you around, your body pinned beneath his. His cock slid inside of you easily, your pussy dripping with the need to orgasm. He fucked into you, your eyes rolling back as he pressed into you further. “Fuck you’re so warm, so tight.” His voice was raspy, rough.
“Slow, slow please.” You mumbled, already too fucked out to speak clearly.
“Whatever you need petal.” He mumbled, his hips rolling against you, his cock filling you most deliciously. Every antagonising stroke sends your nerves haywire.
“Who knew the pretty maid could be so dirty hm?” He slid his length out leaving just the tip, pausing for a second before ramming into you, a resounding scream tore out of you. “I used to want you cleaning, used to see the way you’d bend over right in front of the cameras. You’ve always been a little tease, haven’t you? Wanted me to come and bend you over my desk and teach you a lesson?”
“Wanted- wanted your attention.” You stuttered in between moans.
“Let’s see how that works out for you doll.” Without warning his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly around the sides, only enough to make you dazed. His hips snapped against you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room accompanied by your moans and slurred words.
“S’ good” you babbled, nails scarring down his arms. “gonna cum.”
He reached down, kissing you effortlessly silencing your screams. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum around my cock.”
With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge into a blissful orgasm, everything went fuzzy. You felt him grow erratic, his thrusts slowing down as he filled the condom. “Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled out.
You whined at the loss of contact, still out of it. “Let me get a cloth to clean you up, love.” He explained, disappearing for a few seconds before returning with a black cloth. You winced as he helped clean up the mess between your legs. “Do you want a shower? You could have some clothes?”
You nodded. “Later. Was it good?”
“It was fucking amazing.” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead before flopping down next to you. “Sheets are a fucking mess, the maid is going to have fun cleaning that up.” He winked.
You slapped his arm, laughing. “Shut up. You can clean these it’s your fault. I can’t believe you held a gun to my head.”
He shook his head. “Actually if you weren’t having a world of fun in MY bed we wouldn’t have done that. I was surprised you didn’t run away the second I did that, sometimes I can be a little erratic forgive me.”
“Please don’t remind me it’s so embarrassing I really didn’t think you were going to be home until later and I swear I would have changed the sheets. It’s forgiven by the way, it’s not as bad as some things I’ve seen working here.” You’d grown used to an awful lot over the five years you’d worked for Yoongi but you stayed because he wasn’t a bad man, he treated you respectfully.
“Thank you.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it love we all do things we aren’t proud of.” He sighed, his voice was softer than usual.
“Wait, you said it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t catch me.” You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide. “You weren’t tempted one of the many times I teased you?”
“More than you know. Felt like an uncontrollable school boy watching you.” He laughed, hand threading through your hair.
“Well, the schoolboy got top marks on the exam.” You giggled, playing along.
“Who said it was finished? That shower is still an offer.” He winked, standing up with a hand out.
You groaned, slipping your hand into his.
Min Yoongi may have been a vicious crime lord, a dangerous killer, and a powerful businessman but he was also the best boss you’d ever had, him having a great cock and high stamina was just a bonus. A very big bonus.
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sugadelicate · 1 year
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Don't you know that I am right here?
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