#yoongi fics
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for the night | min yoongi
title: for the night
pairing: drug lord!min yoongi x waitress!(f)reader
genre/rating: angst, childhood best friends to strangers to friends??, unrequited love, valentine’s day au, smut, romance, 18+
summary: Yoongi lives a dangerous life. So why is he so afraid of you?
warnings: idk what to say about these two, just a bunch of feelings (spoken & unspoken), light pining, pov switches, mentions d*ath & grieving, mentions dr*gs and violence, swearing, bl**d & injuries, p*stol wh*pping/ mild description of t*rture, crooked justice systems (it’s the wild wild west out there), mentions a robbery & a**ault (nothing involving the main story), mentions illnesses & health related topics, alcohol/drinking but no intoxication unless you count staring at yoongi for too long, black hair with the undercut yoongi, chains, rings, TATTOOS…. oh my !!!, yoongi has a gl*ck (a piece, that iron… whatever you wanna call it), everybody’s shipping these two but they’re just…yeah, eye f*cking from both parties, explicit content, the friend version of kiss & makeup??, dry h*mping, Dom!yoongi, yoongi getting head is a warning, protected s*x, gagging/deep throating, throat/face f*cking, hair pulling, crying, i’m sure yoongi has Sir kink hiding in there somewhere, manhandling, face slapping, yoongi’s fingers down your throat, missionary with your leg over yoongi’s shoulder, big d*ck!yoongi, his jewelry stays on bc why would it not?, cl*t stimulation, teasing, spitting, org*sm control, c*m shots, body worship, p*ssy eating, throat grabbing, i think that's all...
wc: 11.6k
release date: february 16, 2024; 10:15pm est
note: sorry i took forever. this is my first oneshot in a while so i apologize for mistakes. i'm just finding my footing in this writing thing again. thanks to @itaeewon for my banner and @cafekitsune who makes these pretty dividers. please follow both of them for cool graphics. anyway, happy late valentine's day. i love you guys.
masterlist | playlist | ao3 version
“Enjoy the rest of your night… and be safe!”
As you wave goodbye to the last lovely couple dining at your restaurant tonight, you express how thrilled you are of their return.
You stand in front of your father’s little restaurant and watch the lovebirds bundle up as they make their way to their vehicle, embracing each other and protecting themselves from the same frigid temperatures that threatened to ruin their Valentine’s day plans.
It’s nights like these that make the sacrifice of putting your nursing career on hold well worth it. This neighborhood doesn’t have a lot to offer as far as entertainment goes, so keeping this place in business is your top priority. This is your home, and the people you love put their all into this establishment.
You’ll make sure it thrives and continues to be a source of comfort to the community.
You’re excited to tell your father about tonight’s turn out. You know he will be pleased. It’s been busy all day with dine-ins and take outs; everyone looking for the perfect date night meal.
“The food is made with love,” is what your dad always says.
He always looks forward to this time of year, and he’s always talked about seeing you sitting in one of his booths with a special someone of your own some day.
You only nod when he brings up your dating life; sometimes his love for you blinds him from reality. You’ve never brought anyone home, or ever mentioned being involved with someone to him. Even if you came out and said it, he’d never believe you’re the problem.
A chilly breeze in the mid-February air snaps you out of your thoughts—so as soon as the couple’s sedan departs from the parking lot—you slip back inside.
The warmth instantly envelopes your trembling figure, and draws a small exhale from your lips.
Looking at your watch, you notice that it’s almost midnight. You switch the sign from open to close, but don’t bother locking the door because there’s one more visitor that should be arriving shortly.
You keep that in mind as you begin to clean the front of the house.
One by one, your father’s employees complete their duties in a haste, then clock out so they can go home to whoever is waiting for them. Their eagerness only brings a smile to your face.
As you’re sanitizing a table, you catch a glimpse of one of the waitresses dashing towards the door.
“Well, see you tomorrow, Kaci!”
She halts, then turns around to say her goodbyes—and to gossip.
“Night, boss lady,” she chirps.
Why she calls you “boss lady” is a mystery to you; your dad only left you in charge, but you’re just a manager. You still get on the floor and serve tables like everyone else.
You’re curious about the bit of mischief hidden in her tone. It’s not long before she reveals her true intentions.
“Did he stop by yet?”
And of course…she’s talking about Yoongi.
Usually, someone stops by on his behalf to collect the rent. His family allows your father and a few others to occupy the buildings on this lot for business. Payment is always to be paid in cash, so you make sure you visit the bank the morning of collections.
Your family has had a close relationship with the Mins for years, so they’ve been working with you while your father recovers.
You met Yoongi right in this restaurant at the young age of four, and from there, your friendship blossomed. You were inseparable throughout grade school, but senior year is when everything shifted.
It had to be the first time you both realized that you were on different paths after graduation. While you prepped for college, he was being introduced to the hustle that built his family’s empire.
If that didn’t tear a rift in your relationship, the underlying tension and unspoken feelings surely did. People used to always say at least one of you would eventually want something different, and you used to always laugh at them…until it became a fact.
You’ve always wondered if he ever felt the same as you did—or if he ever thought about exploring something more.
Unfortunately, you’ll never know what he was feeling. After graduation, he shut you out and never looked back. That was so long ago, though. You’ve grown, and the pain of losing someone you cared about eventually went away.
…So you thought.
Being home again brings back so many memories and forgotten feelings. Things you wish you still had, and things you wish you could have had. After experiencing so much throughout college, and learning more about yourself, you’d kill to go back in time so you can handle things differently.
You can’t help but think your friendship was torn apart by nothing more than a curious mind and raging hormones.
Yoongi’s so different now, though. However, you still see glimpses of the boy who would sneak into your window just to watch reruns of 90s cartoons with you. You smile just thinking about all the fun times you’ve shared, and all the trouble you got into.
“Look at you getting wet just thinking about him! I knew it. You’re whipped!”
“Can you keep your damn voice down,” you hiss. “Last thing I need is gossip right now.”
You’re so fed up with her teasing. If you two hadn’t just clicked when you took over the restaurant, you’d probably just kick her ass out in the cold.
“And, no. He has not. So, you can leave now, ma’am.”
“Oh, for sure,” she sighs dramatically. “Hell only knows what you two do when you are alone.”
Your jaw drops.
Sometimes this bond you share is a blessing; but other times, it’s a curse.
Kaci’s a sweetheart, but her mouth… Well, let’s just say these comments are normal for her.
And just like your father, she loves to play Cupid. No wonder he hired her.
“Just get your ass out of here.”
You can barely keep your laugh from bursting through your lips as you send a rag flying towards her. She dodges it, then proceeds to give you a middle finger. She has another shady comment ready to roll off the tip of her tongue, but then she glances out of the glass door and smirks instead.
You scoff. “Bitch, what is it now?”
Kaci then shakes her head.
“Nothing, babe. I’m out,” she winks. Kaci then points towards the parking lot and whispers, “Daddy’s here.”
“Huh? What are you talking about—”
Crawling into one of the booths, you partially open the blinds with your fingers and peek out of the window.
About seven sets of headlights stare back at you, all belonging to vehicles that are as dark as the midnight hour. A BMW sits in the center, blacked out with tinted windows and black custom rims. However, you don’t need a look inside to know who it is. No one else would pull up like they own the lot.
All the businesses are closed, which means these aren’t customers. It’s the boss.
Your heart rate builds up when the door opens and his sneakers touch the concrete. He stands there for a moment fixing his jacket and discreetly observing his surroundings.
Your eyes follow his movements. You can only hear the bass from his music and the noises coming from your throat as you try to gulp down the saliva building up in your mouth.
All you needed to see was the top of his head to confirm what you already knew.
Yoongi’s here, and he’s the one coming to collect payment tonight.
You don’t know why your heart is about to pound out of your chest like you’re hexed by some teenage crush. Maybe you are still hung up on him a little bit. You can’t deny how attractive he still is. He definitely wears age well.
The dark hair suits him perfectly. You can remember the horror stories about the color experiments gone wrong when you were teenagers. It’s a surprise that it’s still luscious and healthy as it is.
However, that isn’t the only thing that has changed in his appearance.
They’re hard to spot under his jacket, but his torso, back, and arms are covered in tattoos. You only know about this because another waitress working here loves to share the story of how she was on her knees in a bathroom giving a shirtless Yoongi a blowjob.
You would never admit jealousy, but damn; that lucky bitch.
Yoongi starts to make his way across the parking lot, pushing back his hair with his ringed-fingers to grant better vision out of his peripherals. You know he’s always watching his back; he can never be too careful when he’s making moves.
His haircut allows you to get a glimpse of the ink crawling up his neck, disappearing behind his ear. His earring dangles in the wind as he strides in your direction.
Each step is confident and dominant; his aura dark and mysterious.
A man who is about his business, it’s no shock that heads turn when he steps into the room. He’s reserved, but not afraid to enforce his authority when he deems necessary. You heard stories, and crossing Yoongi is considered a death wish.
He’s like the hot badass described in movies or books, but he actually is that guy. Handsome, street-wise, tattoos and scars; paired with money, jewelry, and you’d be stupid to think he isn’t packing.
You can smell the power and Dior emitting from his body all the way from where you are.
Each step he takes towards the entrance of the restaurant gives you a better view without being noticed. It’s a sin how good he looks and he’s just wearing a simple outfit with some sneakers. You have no business feeling these kinds of things, but it’s impossible to not.
“Can he just bend us over already?”
You hear Kaci whisper the same words you were just thinking. But she can’t know that, so you swat her again for good measure.
“Fine…I’m leaving,” she whines, walking to the door.
You back out of the booth and move over to the host stand so you can roll silverware and act like you weren’t watching him.
Kaci opens the door just as he’s about to reach for the handle, and of course, she gives him a warm welcome.
“Hi, Yoongi,” she beams. You roll your eyes the second you hear that annoying high-pitched voice she uses when she’s being coy.
“Hey, can you hang back for a bit? It won’t be long.”
“Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”
The look he gives her sends your radar up, so you set down the utensils in your hand and join them in the lobby.
“Hey,” you greet him when he notices you. “What’s going on?”
Yoongi sighs before he answers, shaking his head as he gathers his words.
“You know the alterations shop over there?”
His head nods in the direction of the Leonard’s shop a few stores down. Both of you nod because they take lunch breaks here everyday.
“Somebody hit them up about an hour ago. Left their daughter in bad shape before they stripped the registers,” he informs.
“Are you serious? That’s awful.”
“Yeah, they’re good people. Who would do something that disgusting?” Kaci asks.
Yoongi only shrugs. “Don’t know, but as soon as I find out…”
He doesn’t even need to continue. It’ll be bad; probably worse than you can imagine. One thing the Min’s don’t tolerate is disrespect. You mess with one of their people, you get handled. In this case, you can’t even feel bad for the bastard. That family doesn’t bother anyone. It’s a shame they were targeted.
“Anyway, I don’t want either of you lingering around here at night anymore. Stick together during opening and closing until we catch this motherfucker understand?”
“Yeah, got it,” you reply, and Kaci also agrees.
“Sure, not a problem.”
With everyone on the same page, you make a note in your mind to update the security system in the restaurant and think of some safety tips for employees. No one can ever be too careful, especially after what just occurred so close to home.
“And Kaci?” he calls, just as she’s getting ready to depart.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t walk home. Your pepper spray is expired. Ask one of the guys to drive you.”
“Is Hoseok out there?”
You and Yoongi share a look. He’s probably wondering what it’s about, but then again, who doesn’t know they’re fucking?
“Yeah…he is—”
“Kay, bye!”
Before the door slams in your face, you call out to her.
“Text me when you’re home!... Or when you’re able to use your hands.”
Yoongi chuckles as the both of you watch her dash across the lot. You aren’t sure how she’s able to spot the right SUV, but she does within seconds.
“This has been going on for a while, huh?” Yoongi inquires.
“Mhm. Fight, fuck, repeat.”
After a moment goes by, you realize you forgot to bring the money you owe Yoongi. You snap your fingers when you remember why he’s there in the first place.
“Oh, yeah. Come on, it’s back here,” you tell him.
Yoongi follows you toward the back of the restaurant until you reach the small manager’s office tucked in a corner of the kitchen. While you dig in your apron for the key, Yoongi checks in with you to see how everything’s going.
“How’s your dad?”
You pause to look at him and answer with a proud smile. Your father’s been working really hard on his road to recovery; it’s nice to talk about his accomplishments without someone looking at you with pity, which Yoongi never does.
“He’s been doing better. Lots of physical therapy, but he walked on his own yesterday.”
With a nod, Yoongi’s expression softens. “That’s the shit I like to hear.”
“Me too.”
Once you find the keys, you unlock the door and the both of you step inside the dark room.
“Thanks,” you whisper when he flips the lightswitch for you.
You can feel him watching you as you walk around the desk, and when you squat down to open the safe underneath, you hear his footsteps approaching.
You start entering the combination while he whistles and looks around your office.
You’re curious about what he’s looking at, but right now you can't even take a peek without him noticing. Instead, you focus on gathering the cash you owe him for last month and this month while he’s busy snooping around.
After a while, you figure he’s found something interesting because the room becomes quiet. You grab the stack you set aside and close the safe, making sure it’s locked before you do anything else.
“So how was your day?”
Yoongi’s deep voice tears a giant rift in the silence, startling you and causing you to bump your head on the edge of the desk. Thankfully, his back is turned and he didn’t hear the small thud because you’d be beyond embarrassed.
“It was okay,” you reply as you regain your footing.
Yoongi turns in your direction when he hears your words become clearer, indicating you’re no longer digging around in the safe. He meets you halfway and you extend your hand with the stack of money resting between your fingers.
“This is all of it.”
Yoongi looks at the stack before he responds. Most of the time, it’s so hard to know what he’s thinking because his expression is always so stoic.
“Just okay?” he quizzes.
“Yeah, pretty much. It was busy so I was stuck in autopilot most of the day.”
He still hasn’t made a move to accept the money. You feel kind of awkward being so close to him as is, and his lack of response makes you feel even more anxious.
Finally, he speaks. “Do you even have this to give me?”
“Yeah, we’re good. Please, take it.”
You gesture for him to take the money, and he reaches for it, making you believe he’s going to grab it.
“It’s all here. If you want me to count it, I—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he insists.
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said,” he shrugs.
“Yoongi, no. We haven’t paid in a month. My dad would already be mad at me for being behind.”
“Does he have to know?” The look Yoongi gives you reminds you of all the times he’s talked you into doing something wild. He’d always take the blame if you got caught, but the thrill always made getting grounded irrelevant to you. “Keep it. We’re good until he gets back, okay?”
“Yoongi, I can’t.”
“You can’t?”
“I won’t,” you declare confidently.
“So you’re arguing with me?”
Your eyes widen, realizing that he wasn’t giving you an option.
“I-I’m sorry. I was just—”
“Don’t worry about it, alright? Just keep doing what you’re doing. I only hear good things about this place,” he concludes.
“Okay, ok. Thanks, Yoongi.”
“Don’t mention it.”
As you’re returning the money to the safe, Yoongi brings something to your attention.
“I don’t see your car outside.”
“Ah, shit. It needed to be serviced. I was supposed to pick it up on my lunch, but I forgot.”
After visiting the bank this morning, you dropped your vehicle off at the dealership for maintenance, but the breakfast rush swarmed in as soon as you arrived at work. By the time you thought about picking it up, it was well after business hours.
“Um, do you mind—”
“Wanna ride?” Yoongi offers.
“Please.” Relieved, you exhale a needed sigh. “If it’s not an inconvenience.”
“Not at all, love.”
You quickly grab your purse and switch off the light in your office, ignoring that feeling you got from the little pet name.
Yoongi leads the way this time. As you’re following him through the restaurant, you’re sure to double check everything before you leave. Even Yoongi turns to ask you if you’ve secured everything.
“Good?”
“Yeah, everything’s turned off and we’re locked up tight.”
“Cool.”
Walking into the dining area, you give everything a quick once-over before following Yoongi to the exit. Everything looks tidy and neat how you like it so you step out into the cold night with your chauffeur.
He waits with you while you lock the front doors, looking around for any curious eyes. After you’ve finished turning the lock and key, you give the handle a tug to make sure it doesn’t open.
Growing up in this neighborhood will teach you a thing or two about being cautious and aware of your surroundings.
“It’s freezing tonight,” you comment.
Sometimes you like to make small talk with Yoongi, see where the conversation goes. Depending on the mood he’s in, he’ll either have one sentence responses or he’ll engage in light conversation.
You don’t mention the past much. It seems like pretending it never happened is easier for both of you. However, sometimes you have an impulse to bring up the subject, or at least try to mend what’s broken.
If that’s possible.
“Cold? This is perfect weather.”
You roll your eyes. He’s definitely fucking with you.
“Oh, whatever. You know it’s freezing out here.”
You don’t care how ridiculous you look speeding towards his car. You’re shivering and Yoongi takes forever to unlock the door.
You shuffle from foot to foot, wiggling to build up some body heat. You can hear the fabric of your jeans rubbing together due to the friction.
“You know it’s already unlocked, right?”
Oh.
You climb inside and relief washes over you. The heat is blowing warm and strong, making the leather seats even more comfortable. The seat warmers keep your butt cozy, and the vents are aiming towards your upper body. It’s perfect; you could fall asleep right here.
When Yoongi gets in the driver seat, your head lolls in his direction.
“Thank you.”
“For?” he asks.
“Your car feels like heaven right now.”
Yoongi scoffs softly.
“It isn’t always this warm. Trust me,” he replies.
“Well regardless, thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, love.”
Fuck.
Yoongi’s engine revs as he pulls out of the parking lot. A thought comes into your mind as the vibrations travel up your body.
“Does it ever make your balls tingle?”
He coughs, clearing his throat while checking to see if he heard right.
“Uh, what?”
“The car,” you elaborate. “When you’re driving it…You don’t feel anything?”
Honestly, you’re just chatting to keep yourself from falling asleep. You don’t even expect him to answer as you stare out of the window, watching the SUVs fade in the distance.
“I guess I never really thought about it,” he responds.
You nod, vibing to the music. He’s turned the volume down since you’ve joined him, so you can actually hear each other speak.
“Hm. Sure does make your pussy tingle.”
You don’t think he heard that part. It was barely a whisper. If he did, he chose to ignore it.
“You alright?”
“Yup,” you answer. “Just ready to unwind.”
“Any plans tonight?”
You sit up in your seat, and turn to him.
“You bet.”
Yoongi laughs. “Oh, yeah?”
“I have a date with my bed, and I’m gonna let my blanket top me.”
“Gotcha. So you’re locked down, huh?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Well, it sure sounds like it. I never see you having any fun.”
You give him a look.
“Well, look who’s talking. Besides, you know I’m dealing with a lot right now.”
“Fair enough, but you’re still allowed to do something for yourself for a change. Some of us don’t have that privilege,” he replies.
“I think everyone has the privilege to do something for themselves. You just have to be selfish enough to go for it, I guess.”
“That is true.”
Yoongi then turns the music up a few notches. You already know what that means. He’s over conversation and wants to get lost in his thoughts.
As you cruise through the streets, people may look on the surface and think this is some young bachelor taking his car for a late night drive—maybe heading to one of the city’s hot spots.
But Yoongi is all work, and no play. If it’s not about moving product, it’s placed on the backburner.
You can relate, but tonight you’re switching it up. Self care is calling your name and you aren’t hanging up this time.
“What happened to the garden?”
You’re pulled from your thoughts by Yoongi’s voice.
As he pulls up to the curve in front of your childhood home, he can’t stop himself from teasing you about your dying plants. You really tried your best with them, but unfortunately, you weren’t gifted with nurturing hands.
“You’re not funny,” you mutter, acting ignorant.
You know you’ve destroyed your dad’s flower bed, but he doesn’t have to make fun of you.
“I’m just saying, shouldn't you cover them?”
“I forgot!”
“You always do,” he mumbles.
You giggle as you’re opening the door; finally having a carefree conversation with your old friend again feels nice. As soon as you step out into the elements again, the winter air nips at your cheeks and you know you’ll be trembling by the time you get to your doorstep.
“Well, thanks for the ride.”
Yoongi just nods and tells you that he’d do it anytime you needed him to.
As you stand outside of the car, you start to get that feeling in your gut. That urge you know you shouldn’t have, but the temptation is stronger than ever.
Yoongi tilts his head, wondering why you’re standing in the cold. You’re frozen, silently debating on what you should do.
Ultimately, you go for it, knowing the risk you’re taking without being prepared for the aftermath.
You’re even sure why you’re asking, or where you expect things to go. But tonight made you realize something. You miss having a best friend.
Your best friend.
“Hey, it's late. You wanna come inside?... If you don’t have any plans.”
Regret washes over you as soon as the words leave your mouth. You weren’t ready, neither was he. You curse yourself for rushing it. The silence goes on for ages, but you’re so numb, the cold doesn’t faze you.
Finally, he gives you an answer. “You know I can’t do that.”
Well, now you know you’re the only one still holding on. By can’t, he means he won’t.
Nodding, you lie and pretend that you understand where he’s coming from. “Yeah, I get it. Sorry about that.”
You were sure he’d be more open now that time has passed. However, you’re still stuck where you left off. He still won’t hear you out.
“There’s no need,” he assures.
Still, you feel guilty. Selfish.
Foolish.
“Well look, I'll see you around, yeah?” He checks his phone and tosses it on the passenger seat. "I have to go deal with something."
“Okay, thanks again for the ride. Stay safe.”
You try not to look disappointed, but it’s probably no good. You’re sure he hears it in your voice. Or maybe you sound more tired than anything. You are exhausted. Maybe it’s your restless mind that's causing you to get ahead of yourself and open old wounds. It’s best you go inside before you can dig yourself a bigger hole.
“You'll call me if you need me, right?”
If you need him…
You always need him. He’s your rock. Well, probably not anymore. How do you learn to forget someone who’s always been there for you?
You swallow the bitterness coating your tongue before you reply. You’ll get over it. You always do.
Just not right now.
“Yeah, I’ve tried that already. Goodnight, Yoongi.”
You shut his car door and retreat to the safety of your home. You’re unsure if he says it back or not. You walk away before he can respond.
Everything in your sight becomes blurry as your vision is blocked by a wave of pending tears. You urgently open your front door in case he’s following you.
A part of you wishes that he did.
But the longer you stand there, back pressed against your front door, secluded from the same world you’ve just finished servicing—you realize that the chances of that happening are too slim to hold onto.
Minutes go by, and you start calming down. You find your strength again, and you realize that your vulnerability made you panic. You got too comfortable, and that’s your fault.
Tonight will just be another solo night; nothing you aren’t used to.
You wipe your face and rid yourself of all the negative energy. Tomorrow you’ll be fine and the blow of rejection will start to fade away. Shaking your head, you clear your mind and start taking off your clothes.
You put it in your mind that you won’t hold this against Yoongi, and whenever he’s ready to talk—if ever—you’ll tell your side of the story if he wants to hear it.
Until then, you’ll just focus on you because he was right about one thing.
You should treat yourself; you deserve it.
“Get your sorry ass up.”
Yoongi stares at his hand as he walks away from the battered man lying on the ground. His knuckles are bruised and covered in the thief’s blood. The sight would bring shame to his father. He shouldn’t be out here behaving like a street thug when he’s got power moves to make.
But when he found out there was danger lurking so close to you, he had to deliver the message himself. He’s sure it was heard loud and clear.
Possibilities played through his mind with every blow that rained down on the guy. What if it was your father’s restaurant that had been hit up? What if you had been inside?
He’s furious, enraged; but mostly at himself for how he keeps letting you down. You wanted to forgive him tonight, put everything that happened behind you and maybe try again. But what did he do?
He ruined it.
He always figured that he would, but it’s what you needed to hear. He’s not a good guy or some bad boy you can turn good. Yoongi’s in this too deep to be pulled out. There’s no way he could ever look your father in the eye and tell him that he’s put your life in danger.
That’s why he refuses to address those feelings he has for you. He’d either end up breaking your heart, or getting you into a nasty situation.
If the wrong person were to know that he has a thing for you, you’d become a weapon for an opp to use against him. Yoongi’s respected by many, but there are some who want everything he has; you’d be added to the top of that list if they knew he’d died for you.
He can’t lose what his family’s worked hard for, but he can’t lose you either.
There’s only two options if that line’s ever crossed. Either you’re with him, and you’ll have to step into his world; or you’re not; and the streets deem you fair game.
The latter infuriates him. He’d kill anyone who would ever think of laying a finger on you. That’s why he has to make examples out of motherfuckers like the one behind him.
“You need to find you something safe to do, my friend.”
Yoongi turns around just as the man rises to his feet, staggering and weak from the beating he’s received. One of his arms cradles his torso while the other wipes blood from his lips. He’d receive pity from anyone without the context, but if they knew what he did to that seamstress—they’d be wondering why he’s still alive.
This is far less than what this scum deserves. His apologies fall on deaf ears. Yoongi’s men don’t give a shit about his apology, and neither does he.
“I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t know this was your block too. I was just—”
Yoongi pulls out his glock and fires a shot near the guy’s foot, barely missing him. He doesn’t recall asking him to speak.
“You better assume every block is mine, motherfucker. I own this fucking city. Have you forgotten?”
“I—”
Another shot nearly blows his head off because once again, Yoongi never asked him to talk.
“Who told you to open your mouth?...” he seethes. “Speak again and I won’t miss.”
The man nods, lifting his shaky hands as a surrender.
Yoongi’s jaw clenches as he contemplates his next move. A few minutes ago, he was set on ending him right in this spot, but after thinking about you he’s calmed down a lot.
That’s the only reason this man’s life will be spared. His mind is somewhere else now; all he can think about is his own mistakes. This guy’s learned his lesson; no need to waste anymore of his time here.
“Look, don’t ever put me in this situation again. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I won’t. I promise.”
Yoongi knocks the guy out cold with his gun. He looks over at the officer who was escorting the guy to jail and gives him a nod, giving him the clear to take him in.
“This was a citizen’s arrest,” he insists, handing the cop a wad of cash.
“You got that.”
He dismisses his men, and goes to have a cigarette while he thinks.
After the criminal is placed in the back of the squad car, the cop rejoins Yoongi as he sits on the hood of his vehicle, having a smoke before he goes on with his night.
“Never thought I’d see you get dirty, especially tonight.”
Yoongi scoffs. “Yeah, me either.”
Yoongi looks at his personal phone, looking to see if you’ve texted him, or called. He doesn’t know why he’s checking. He shouldn’t expect you to reach out after how he left you tonight. It’d be a miracle if you ever wanted to see him again.
“It’s not too late, you know.”
“The fuck are you talking about, Shark?”
Shark is one of his longtime friends. He comes from a long line of crooked cops.
He’s been present through the ups and downs of his friendship with you. Shark’s always been rooting on your side, always telling him to reach out when you left for college.
Yoongi has never taken his advice, though.
“I’m just saying. Maybe you should just call her,” he explains.
“Who?”
“You want me to say her name out here?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”
Both of them share a laugh at Yoongi’s reaction, but then silence falls over the night.
Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, Yoongi’s hands are beginning to throb with pain. He tries focusing on something other than that awful feeling, but he can only think about you.
Why couldn’t he just hear you out? That would have been fair. He’s regretting more and more as time goes by, wondering if the opportunity has slipped away.
He notices the way you look at him, the way you perk up when you see him. He knows there are a lot of unspoken words because honestly, he’s always had deeper feelings for you. It was way before you realized you like him as well. He bottled that shit up throughout high school, and when he had the chance to tell you how he felt, he fumbled.
You even gave him a second chance to come clean, and he still couldn’t get it together.
“Seriously, what happened tonight? I see it all over your face.”
Yoongi sighs. “I took her home, and she invited me inside.”
“And you said no? Dude, no way.”
Yoongi looks over and finds his friend’s face stuck in a grimace. He feels shame creeping up his neck, so he quickly shifts his focus somewhere else.
“What was I supposed to say? You know I can’t let anyone see me walking in her place,” he argues.
“You could have invited her to yours, explained things a bit more. I’m sure she’s capable of making decisions for herself.”
Yoongi’s at a crossroads, but every way he turns leaves him with doubt. It’s like he’s damn regardless.
“What if it doesn’t change her mind? What should I tell her dad, huh?” Yoongi rants. “He asked me to keep her safe, man.”
“And what do you think he meant by that?”
Shark looks at his watch and turns to Yoongi as he prepares to leave.
“Look, my shift ends soon, so I gotta go. But I think you know as well as I do that you have the old man’s blessings. Just stop overthinking it. You’ll screw yourself.”
With that, Shark walks to his vehicle, and puts it in drive.Before he pulls from underneath the overpass, he rolls his window down and yells out.
“It’ll be alright, brother. Trust me!”
When Shark leaves, he switches cars with his right hand, not wanting to double back to your part of town in the same ride. As he starts driving away from the secluded area, he thinks back on how tonight has gone so far. That’s when something you said hits him…and it hits him hard.
“You said you needed me,” he whispers.
All day you’ve been surrounded by people, loving each other; only to go home to an empty house. You just wanted some company, a distraction. You wanted a friend.
It’s then he realizes that he’s hurt your feelings more than a little. You weren’t hung up on a crush you had over five years ago. He’s so stupid. How did his brain not perceive what you said as an invitation to hang out?
Just like you used to.
Yoongi does a U-turn and heads straight for your house. He has no idea what you’ll say to him, or if you’ll speak to him at all. But he needs you to know one thing; he gets it now. And he won’t ever let you down again.
No matter how many times you watch it, the horror classic Thirteen Ghosts never gets old. Your dad laughs whenever you call it your comfort flick, but he’s also not a horror fan so he just wouldn’t understand.
That bath worked more magic than you could ever imagine. It’s super late, and you should be in bed, but you’ve been thinking about the bottle of wine you bought the other day since earlier.
You aren’t really a drinker, but the bottle was cute. You figured tonight would be the perfect chance to eat some snacks, watch a movie, and give it a try. But as soon as the glass touches your lips, your doorbell rings.
You’re not expecting anyone this late. When you don’t answer, they pound on the door, startling you. Wine spills all over your hands. Quickly, you use your shirt to dry them off before making a bigger mess. You drink what’s left in the glass in one gulp before checking your Ring camera, letting out a gasp when you discover who’s standing at your doorstep.
“Yoongi?” you whisper.
Placing your phone and empty glass on the coffee table, you go to see what he wants. If you’re honest, you’re a bit worried. Did someone break into the restaurant?
Your dad would be devastated.
Without a second thought, you open the door, and interrogate Yoongi before he can even open his mouth.
“Is everything okay? Did something happen to my dad’s—”
“Oh, fuck. No! No, that’s not why I’m here,” he interrupts.
You breathe a sigh of relief, clutching your chest as the panic slowly leaves your body. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, it’s okay. What’s up? Are you okay?”
Now that you’re not shaken with worry, you notice how disheveled he looks. His hair is messy; his expression seems anxious, his knuckles bruised.
“Were you fighting?” you quiz.
“Huh?” Yoongi looks confused but then suddenly seems to remember his injury. “Oh, this is nothing. I’m good. I just came to uhh… To see you.”
Your eyebrow raises curiously. “To see me?”
“Yeah,” he confirms.
“Okay, well… that’s nice of you, but I was planning on going to bed in a bit. I have to get up early.”
You aren’t sure why he’s acting weird. Is he in trouble? Surely, he’d tell you if he was. If so, why would he come here?
“Um, okay. Sorry,” he answers.
You tell him goodnight and attempt to shut the door, but Yoongi lodges his arm into the opening.
“What are you doing—”
“I’m listening.”
“What?”
You open the door once again, fully believing this man has lost his mind. It’s freezing out there, and he’s just standing there babbling.
“I said I’m listening,” he repeats. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what, Yoongi?”
You’ve never been more confused. First, he drops you off and hauls ass across town. Now he’s pacing at your doorstep, fumbling all over his words. Something’s going on.
“You wanted to talk, but I ghosted you, remember?”
Oh. So he remembers that.
“That’s water under the bridge. Just forget it,” you insist.
“So now I’m water under the bridge?”
“What?! No! That’s not what I said.”
“Well, explain,” he pleads. “Or just tell me it’s too late.”
“Yoongi…”
“I just wanna be friends again, but this haunts me. If you have feelings for me, I can’t—”
“I don’t,” you admit.
This is the first time Yoongi has stood completely still since he got here. He stares at you with wide eyes, not uttering a single word.
It took you a long time to understand your feelings for Yoongi. You had to experience a few unnecessary hook ups and break ups to realize you weren’t in love. You just wanted to fuck him like everyone else.
Who knows where things would have gone? But it would have been nice to let things happen naturally than to bottle up feelings.
You open the door again, and step to the side.
“Come in. It’s cold.”
This time he doesn’t reject your invitation.
Yoongi follows you into your living room, looking around and probably reminiscing over the past. Nothing’s really changed other than the furniture. However, the memories of the days you two used to run around while your mom scolded you for messing up the floors are still present.
You point to the couch and offer him a seat while you stand there gathering your words.
“You can sit here.”
“Thanks,” he replies.
Yoongi sits and does that thing he does with his hands when he’s nervous. His fingers intertwine and he just watches his thumbs chase each other in a loop. He used to do it all the time whenever he’d stay too late at your house and his dad would come looking for him.
Your parents always were able to calm Mr. Min down before he could reprimand Yoongi. It took him a while but he finally understood that you and his son were best friends, and your place was Yoongi’s second home.
There are so many evenings he’d miss basketball practice to hold you while you cried after your mom died. Yoongi never left your side. Even when you were unrightfully resentful and angry with him for still having his mom in his life; he understood every stage of your grief.
So no, he’s not just water under the bridge to you. He could never be. He may be wrong for shutting you out, but everyone has their breaking point.
“I wanted to tell you that I was in love with you. That I wanted you to go with me to college,” you confess.
Yoongi’s jaw nearly hits the floor. You can tell he’s shocked because he starts tripping over his words.
“I-I… I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. You—”
“...Was confused,” you add.
You can’t help but laugh at yourself and at the situation. All this time you’ve been scared to rip the bandaid off, and the wound’s already healed.
“I didn’t have anyone to talk with about dating and stuff; not from a young woman’s perspective, at least. I would watch rom-coms and thought I had butterflies whenever I saw you. Whole time…”
You fold your arms and lean against the wall, watching the television with a blank stare. Already, it feels like a weight is being lifted off your shoulders. So much tension has built up over time, so many unspoken words and unresolved feelings that it’s a relief to get it all out.
“...My pussy was throbbing.”
Yoongi picks his mouth up off the floor, and straightens in his seat. Once again, he’s caught off guard.
“Huh-What?”
You snort. “I was horny, curious… I just wanted you to bend me over and deflower me.”
“Deflower you? The fuck?”
Yoongi’s laughter erupts from his chest, lightening the vibes in the room. It’s nice to hear him laugh, like genuinely grin and reveal his cute smile. You didn’t realize how much you missed seeing the image until it’s presented to you at that moment.
“Well, it’s true!”
“I see you are still an over-sharer,” Yoongi chuckles.
“And you’re still stubborn.”
Both of you look at each, shaking your heads and sharing a fond smile. You can tell this has been weighing on him as much as it did you. He’s regretful of how he handled the situation, and you’re sorry for staying away so long.
You should have tried harder. Yoongi always did whenever it got tough.
Regardless, it’s in the past. It’s time to move on.
You walk across the room with your arms open, inviting your friend into an embrace.
“Seriously? No way,” he grimaces, trying to get up before you can close him in.
Unfortunately, he’s not fast enough.
“You know you want to. Come here.”
Wrapping your arms around Yoongi, you giggle when he acts like he’s all tense. He always pretends he doesn’t want to hug you at first, but then, he gives in.
“Fuck it,” he groans, pulling you closer.
You melt in his arm almost immediately. You don’t even care if you slide to the floor. All of your weight rests on him, but he still holds you up while complaining about you smothering him.
“I wish I could breathe,” he gripes.
“Fine…”
Yoongi expects you to back away; but instead, you climb on his lap.
“What are you doing?”
You shrug. “My bad. I thought we were cool.”
Maybe you did move a little too quickly, but it’s nothing you haven’t done hundreds of times. You’ve shared beds, seen each other naked… accidentally found each other’s Pornhub accounts. You were just acting on instinct.
You’re about to stand, but Yoongi stops you. “We are, but aren’t you mad at me?... From earlier?”
“A little, but…”
“But what?”
“Can’t friends kiss and make up?” you propose.
His hands rest on your bare thighs, fingers gently nudging at your big t-shirt. The room seems warmer now that there’s no distance between you. Or maybe it’s just the fires building in your belly that’s making you hot?
“Maybe…”
You trace his lips with your finger tips while looking in his eyes. You could spend the night like this if it were up to you. He’s beautiful; inside and out.
“Wanna try and find out?” he whispers.
You respond by softly connecting your lips, moaning instantly as your entire body begins to tingle.
Yoongi pulls you closer, holds you tighter, and encourages you to deepen the kiss you share by parting your lips with his tongue. You don’t deny him, and he invades your mouth—taking over and leaving you dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
Suddenly, he pulls away, and you’re quick to whine.
“I smell wine,” he comments. “Are you—”
“I had a sip, and the rest spilled all over my hands.”
You show him the stains on your hands and shirt, and he just stares in disbelief. “Only you.”
“Whatever,” you dismiss, trying to steal another kiss from his wet lips. “I need you.”
You drag your crotch across his lap, seeking friction. You’re shocked when he grabs your waist, thinking you’re overstepped once again.
“Hold on.”
Yoongi reaches under his shirt and grabs his gun from his waistband. He shoves it in the folds of your couch, and throws you a wink.
“We’ve kissed. Now let's make up.”
With a smile, you get up and grab his hand.
“Follow me…”
“Get on the bed,” he moans against your lips, pulling away to take off his shirt.
You begin to move, but a thought pops up in your mind.
Instead of climbing on the bed, you watch him remove his t-shirt and reveal his ink covered body. You bite your lip in awe at the masterpiece standing in front of you. He has no idea how hot he looks while simply undressing. You’re ready to pounce on him right now, but you pace yourself.
You have all night.
When Yoongi notices you’re still standing in the same spot, he tilts his head with a puzzled expression.
“Change your mind?” he quizzes.
You shake your head, and close the small space between you. Before he can say anything else, you drop to your knees. With skilled hands, you pull on his belt until it's free from the buckle. You flash Yoongi a smirk when you discover he’s watching you with those dark eyes.
As you pop open the button on his pants, your other hand flattens over his denim covered dick, noting the way it begs to be freed.
“I can’t wait,” you murmur, stroking it over his jeans.
Once you’re finally able to access his underwear, you reach inside and retrieve his thick, warm cock. You don’t care if you moaned before your lips even touched it. Shame is long gone, and you aren’t afraid to show Yoongi how long you’ve been waiting for this.
“I can tell,” he scoffs.
You let his smart remarks slide for the sake of your impatience, and move in to run the tip of your tongue up and down his slit. His precum oozes out and coats your taste buds, giving you a tiny sample of what he’ll taste like when he dumps his load on your tongue.
Yoongi hisses, probably reacting to sensitivity. You keep going, giving him a moment to ground himself before you give him the real deal.
While you tease him, you admire his girth. He’s heavy in your hand, but his dick is the perfect size to wrap your hand around it. It’s smooth, but textured and veiny—just like his hands.
No longer able to wait any longer, you part your lips and let your saliva cover the tip. You use your fingers and palm to lubricate the rest of his shaft so that it slides into your mouth with ease. Only when he’s dripping wet with spit do you take him in, and his reaction is golden.
“Ahh, fuck.”
If you could smile, you would right now. Knowing you have him on his tiptoes almost feels as good as the blunt head of his dick touching the back of your throat.
You can feel his muscles tenses up once your head begins to bob up and down, purposefully slurping loudly to create sinful noises.
“Fuck,” Yoongi curses.
His voice is rough as he pants through his words, attempting to keep his composure, but failing.
When Yoongi’s hand finds the back of your head, you look up to see what he’s doing. You keep going as you watch him whisper profanities into the air, running his ringed fingers through his dark strands.
He gathers your hair in his palm, making your scalp tingle and sting due to his strong grip. He starts controlling your movements, managing how much of him you take in at once. It’s not long before you’re choking and gagging on his cock.
Drops of your spit and tears fall to the floor. Your head starts to spin from the vigorous motions, but the feeling doesn’t prevent you from allowing Yoongi to fuck your throat until it’s raw.
Craving more, he thrusts into your mouth. The look on his face and the desperation of his movements lets you know he’s almost near his peak. However, once he realizes what’s happening, he swiftly pulls out, leaving you coughing due to the sudden intake of air.
“Look at me,” he commands after you catch your breath. “You’re fucking hot for that.”
“Thank you—”
Yoongi’s hand smacks the smirk off your face. You’re caught off guard, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from gushing at the change in his tone.
“But is that what I told you to do?”
You try to shake your head, but he’s still holding your hair.
“No, use your fucking mouth.”
When you try to speak, he shoves his fingers in your mouth, pushing them deep enough to gag you.
“You like using your mouth, don’t you?” he asks, but you know he isn’t looking for an answer. “So speak.”
“I do,” you croak around his digits.
“Now get the fuck on the bed like I told you to the first time.”
Yoongi snatches you up, and you scramble to the bed. You sit and wait for him to take off the rest of his clothes, trying to remain patient as you see he’s not in the mood for disobedience. You weren’t bothered the slightest by his lack of respect.
In fact, you crave more; and if you have to beg for it, you will.
“Second thoughts?” he asks randomly.
You notice that his wallet’s in his hand and after a few seconds he pulls out a condom. You get butterflies the moment he places a knee on the bed. For you, it’s not even happening fast enough.
“No way.”
“Good,” he winks. “Because I’m not gentle.”
“And I’m not glass.”
Yoongi growls when he hears that response, crawling over to you at lightning speed.
“Come here.”
He grabs your thigh and pulls you closer, pushing your legs apart so he can access your center. His fingers trace over your lace panties until he ultimately decides to rip them off of you.
You squeak in surprise when you hear the fabric tearing.
“Yoongi!”
“Shh,” he coos. “They’re ruined anyway.”
With a face burning with embarrassment, you turn away and stare at the wall while Yoongi puts the condom on. You can feel his eyes on you, observing the way he makes you fidget and squirm.
You get too comfortable lying there in your own thoughts. The sensation between your thighs catches you off guard.
“Ooh, shit Yoongi!”
Your body reacts the instant his dick rubs against your clit. You’re already worked up and ready to be filled, but Yoongi doesn’t want to skip the foreplay.
“Damn, it’s wet.”
He rubs the tip over your crevice, taunting you each time he passes your entrance. Just when you think he’ll slide in, he moves up to your throbbing clit and repeats.
“Please stop teasing,” you beg.
Yoongi laughs. “Why should I?”
“Because—”
You begin to whine and complain, but your words get stuck in your throat when Yoongi suddenly enters your pussy.
“Oh my god.”
Your wetness allows him to slide in easily, but your body wasn’t prepared to take him all at once.
You grip your sheets for support, but the initial shock of him moving so quickly takes almost a minute to subside.
Yoongi’s patient, giving your body time to adjust before he worries about pleasure. His thumb slowly massages your clit, getting you to relax under his touch. When your grip on the sheets finally loosen, he makes tiny strokes to test the waters.
“Good now?” he asks.
“Mhm.”
With your approval, he positions himself over you and fucks you a little deeper. Once he finds the perfect rhythm, he moves your right leg and places it on his shoulder.
You’re already moaning loudly, not caring who hears. You cry out everytime his dick digs into your cervix, exploring places you never knew could be reached.
You’ve begged guys to go deep, but they’ve always been scared to test their limits. Not Yoongi; he’s giving you everything he has, and even though you’re barely holding onto your sanity, you’d probably cry if he stopped.
“Take that damn shirt off,” he growls, gripping the giant t-shirt draped over your body.
You almost can’t figure out how to get it off, but by a miracle you manage. Now completely naked, you toss the clothing aside and start groping your tits while you lift your hips to meet his thrusts. You thought Yoongi would enjoy watching you, but he’s not impressed.
“Who told you to touch yourself?” he presses.
You don’t answer quickly enough for him. Honestly, you weren’t going to reply because your mind is so far away that his words just drift through your ears.
A hand around your throat snatches you back to real time. He’s pissed, biting his lip and trying not to spill his load before he’s ready.
“Answer me.”
This time you speak up immediately. “No one.”
“Hm. So you just do what you want?”
The sound of his deep voice mixed with the sound of your slapping skin and squelching juices turns you on beyond explanation. That familiar tension starts to build in the pit of your stomach, informing you of what’s soon to follow.
“I don’t like rules, Yoongi.”
“Oh, you will,” he promises.
Yoongi’s thrusts get stronger, making your body shift towards the top of the bed. He somehow keeps you in place using the hand he has wrapped around your neck, but you’re still being bounced around like a ragdoll.
“Since you don’t like it, I’ll finish up and leave.” His movements suddenly become faster, and it doesn’t take you long to figure out what he’s implying. “You can make yourself cum, right?”
“What?” you shriek. “No!”
His laughter resonates through your bedroom as he mocks your desperation. You try reaching between your legs, attempting to induce an orgasm yourself but he forbids.
“Uh-uh.”
He pushes your hand away and pins your wrist to the mattress, leaving you with no other resort.
“Yoongi, I wanna cum. Don’t be an asshole.”
“Better watch what comes out of your mouth then.”
You groan, realizing he’s too stubborn to give in. He’s not bluffing; he’d actually leave you stuck.
You can taste the pleasure on your tongue. You’re so close, but Yoongi’s thrusts are starting to become wild. If you don’t give him what he wants, you won’t get what you crave.
“Tell me now…” he grunts, lust oozing from his lips. He leans forward, pushing your leg to your chest as he tries to come closer. The coolness of his chains pressed against your feverish skin brings you a little relief, but it’s not nearly enough. “You sorry?”
Fuck.
“I am.”
He chuckles. “I know.”
Yoongi’s thumb then wipes the single tear rolling down your cheek. Your body’s restless and seeking some relief from all the tension building inside your core.
He finally slows down, pacing himself so he’s no longer ahead of you in the race to ecstasy. His finger gently tugs at your bottom lip, silently asking you to relax your jaw.
“You’re mine, right?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
“Good... Now open.”
Gauging your reaction, he smirks when you don’t oblige. You stick out your tongue, waiting for what you already expected.
Yoongi spits directly into your mouth, and you don’t even flinch. You look into his eyes as you close and swallow. He’s pleased when you reveal that nothing’s left when you open again.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he moans, repositoning himself.
Whatever he says after that is lost between his swearing and muffled cries as he presses his lips against your leg. He slowly picks up his speed this time, allowing the heat to fill up inside of you before he drills you like before.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You too, Yoongi.”
You’re desperate for more tension, but you’re afraid you’ll be punished if you chase it yourself.
“More, please.”
“More?”
“Please…”
“I got you,” he assures.
Without another word, his thumb finds your clit. His name rolls off your lips over and over, surely traveling far outside your bedroom. Your body tenses aside from your fist pounding the bed.
“Cumming!”
You can hardly breathe, air getting trapped in your lungs as his hips snap violently into yours. Your back arches as a wave of pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks. Your cries begin to fade away and all you can hear is your rapid heartbeat erupting through your ears.
Yoongi doesn’t let up, giving you his all until your body slowly falls back on you. He then pulls out and peels the condom off of his pulsing cock. As soon as it’s freed, he releases his hot seed onto your skin—painting your stomach and breasts white and sticky.
Both of you stay where you are, panting and struggling to catch your breaths.
You can see Yoongi through your heavy eyelids, slumped over and exhausted from everything he’s given in the past few minutes. His hair hangs over his eyes, but you know he’s just staring at your pussy, replaying everything that just happened in his mind.
“Yoongi?”
“Hm?” He snaps out of it at the sound of your voice, gently lowering your leg before he crawls toward you.
You feel like you’re melting when he kisses your lips. It's almost like a dream being this close to him again. Even after so long you remember the way he smells, the way he breathes… You remember everything like it was yesterday.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against your skin. lips make one final journey over your body, kissing every inch of you and not caring about the taste of his cum staining your flesh. He gives you endless compliments and praises, making you bury your face in your pillows. “I can’t forget to taste you.”
“Wait!” you gasp when he spreads your pussy and devours you.
Your sensitive clit throbs in his mouth as he slurps up all your juices. Your body is limp by the time he’s done, eyes nearly shut and your mind shut down for the rest of the night.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the darkness.
Whatever he says next is a mystery because your tiredness ultimately puts you into a deep slumber.
“I’m so fucking stupid.”
You groan as the sun pierces your eyes. Throughout the craziness of last night, you forgot to bring your phone to bed with you. Now, you’ll have to walk and—
Or you can ask Yoongi.
With that in mind, you roll over and unfortunately find an empty bed.
Of course, he left last night. He was probably out of the door as soon as you shut your eyes. You can only hope it’s because he has work to do and he’s not avoiding you after everything you talked about. You won’t even let your mind go there.
Instead, you get out of bed and stumble to the living room—finding your phone on the coffee table right where you left it. You’re still getting notifications as you pick it up; most from Kaci, one from another employee, but nothing from Yoongi.
Before you make your daily morning phone call to your dad, you text back that server regarding time off, and see what Kaci’s fussing about.
6:58am Kaci: BITCH YOU’RE STILL AT HOME!?
7:10am Kaci: you so got fucked last night. i want all the detail STAT heaux
You roll your eyes. She won’t be getting anything other than the usual shoulder shrug. Last thing you need is for her to make a scene every time Yoongi’s in the room.
7:23am You: omw. please cover for me.
7:23am Kaci: already am. get some ‘good morning’ dick sis
“I swear I wanna kill this girl sometimes,” you sigh.
Before you can leave the messaging app, your phone rings. The number isn’t saved so you answer it with caution.
“Hello?”
It’s Yoongi.
“Hey, what’s up?”
You hope he doesn’t hear the puff of air you let out as relief washes over you. You were sure you’d lost him again after the things you did and said to each other during the heat of the moment. Not like you didn’t mean everything you said, but you aren’t sure if he did.
“Nothing, just late for work. What’s up with you?”
“Not much right now. I might go home and catch some sleep,” he replies. “Your car’s outside, by the way.”
“Really?” You walk over to the window and open the blind, shocked when you see your car parked in front of your house. “How did you…”
“I told them I was taking it as collateral.”
“What?!”
Yoongi laughs. “I’m kidding.”
If he was standing next to you, you’d punch him. You don’t know how you fall for it every single time.
“I have my ways. Just um… do me a favor?” he asks.
“Yeah, anything.”
“I think my phone’s somewhere in your house. Can you check later?”
You look around to see if maybe you can spot it but it’s nowhere in plain view.
“I know you’re already late so…”
“Oh, yeah. For sure,” you respond. “If you want, you can stop by and look. The spare key is in the same spot it’s always been.”
“It’s cool. I’ll wait until you’re off work.”
“That works.”
Both of you stay silent, waiting on the other to speak. You realize you should be getting ready for work so you decide to end the call.
“Well, I have to get ready so… I’ll text this number later?”
Yoongi clears his throat before he answers. “Yeah, it’s a burner but I’ll get the message.”
“Kay. Bye then.”
“Hey,” he calls out before you can hang up.
“Yeah?”
“Still mine?”
A smile grows on your face, and you don’t try to stop it. You didn’t want to bring it up, but you were definitely still thinking about last night, wondering what it would mean today.
But you can’t let him have what he wants so easily, can you?
“Maybe,” you tease.
There’s a pause, but when Yoongi does speak his tone grows dark.
“You still haven’t learned, have you?”
You smirk. “I suppose I haven’t.”
“Well, then. I guess I’m coming over later.”
Shit.
If you didn’t think the restaurant would burn to the ground without your presence, you’d tell him to get his ass over here now. The mere thought of a repeat of last night has you clenching your thighs together.
No working late tonight. You’re sure it’ll be slow anyway.
“I guess you are.”
“I’m not being nice this time either,” he warns.
You bite your lip, trying to conceal your excitement, but you’re really bursting at the seams. You’re sure you’ll be anticipating his visit all day, letting your mind flood with scenarios. You decide to go ahead and taunt him some more, adding fuel to the already roaring fire.
“Good. Neither am I.”
He begins to speak but you end the call before he can get it out.
As you stand in your living room giggling, a wave of nostalgia hits you. You remember he’d do the same to you after you’d complain about something silly. You’d be pissed, so the thought of him tasting his own medicine puts you in the lead on your imaginary scoreboard.
You’ve probably done a lot more that got on his nerves in the past, but who’s counting? It’s your job to push each other’s buttons and make up.
Isn’t that what friends are for?
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can’t afford love | myg (m) MASTERLIST
➥ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader
➥ SUMMARY: Your childhood dream of having 2 children in a big house with a blooming marriage by this point in time has been eliminated the moment divorce came knocking at your door. With only one child and finding yourself back at square one, you ask your ex-husband—Min Yoongi—if he’d be down to fulfill 1 of these 3 things on your childhood’s bucket-list. And no, it’s not giving you a big house.
➥ GENRE: angst ⋆ smut ⋆ divorced/exes
➥ CATEGORY: crack drabble series (bullet-point format)
➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, crack au, mom!reader, dad!yoongi, mentions of pregnancy, divorced couple, unprotected sex, emotional baggage (A LOT OF IT), trauma, sad sad sad stuff, humor, angsty angsty angst, smutty smut smut, jealousy, possessiveness, claiming, exes, mentions of body image issues, second chance… maybe, minors dni
➥ UPDATES: every friday, saturday & sunday
➥ STATUS: discontinued
⋆ TAGLIST ⋆
— i n d e x ↓
♢ #1: “would you be willing?”
♢ #2: “nothing i haven’t seen before.”
♢ #3: “why are you hiding it from me?”
♢ #4: “nothing compares.”
♢ #5: “hard to control myself.”
♢ #6: “don’t start something you can’t finish.”
♢ #7: “sugar.”
♢ #8: “what are you doing here?”
♢ #9: “liars tend to lie.”
♢ #10: “we shouldn’t be doing this.”
♢ #11: “plus one.”
♢ #12: “our son.”
♢ #13: “we can do some things with the camera.”
♢ #14: “i don’t need a reason.”
♢ #15: “but you did.”
♢ #16: “then you get it.”
♢ #17: “happy?”
♢ #18: “you gonna let me take care of you?”
♢ #19: “what the fuck is wrong with you?”
♢ #20: “is this really what i once loved?”
♢ #21: “what did we learn?”
♢ #22: “more to love.”
♢ #23: “why do you find it so hard to admit?”
♢ #24: “back to normal.”
♢ discontinued.
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y/n needs help with sunscreen and, uh, yoongi can definitely help out with that
➺ pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n
➺ genre; ...:-)
➺ wordcount; 1.5k
»»————- ☀️ ————-««
“remind me again why we couldn’t just stay home today?” yoongi grunts, leaning back against the flimsy foldout chair and tilting his head back, squinting slightly as bright rays of white-hot sun seem to shoot directly into his eyes despite him wearing a pair of pretty solid sunglasses, “fucking hell, that’s bright. you need to do something about the sun. can’t you, like, fly up there and shove some clouds in front of it or something?”
god, he hates the outdoors
and he hates the heat
years of living on earth have really softened him because he would like nothing more than to go back home and blast the air-conditioner until the apartment becomes an icebox
“aw, don’t be like that. i, personally, love summer,” jimin sighs, crossing one ankle over the other as he basks in the warmth of the beautiful, golden ball of butter hanging in the sky, “and humans love going to the beach during the summer season! we need to do things that they like now that we live with them. you need to humanize yourself-“
“first of all, you love everything, and second of all, we aren’t humans,” yoongi grunts, reaching over to adjust the umbrella so that he’s covered by more shade, “you could literally sprout wings out of your back if you wanted to, and i could set someone on fire right now if i wanted to. and right now, this heat is making me want to set everyone on fire- oh my god, this shitty umbrella isn’t budging- how far did jungkook stick it into the sand?!“
“NOOOOOO!” both jimin and yoongi look over when they hear jungkook whining, yoongi letting out a laugh of genuine joy when he realises that jungkook’s sandcastle just got completely washed away by a rogue wave
HAH
“oh, no!” jimin gasps, sitting up straight in his seat as if the destruction of jungkook’s sandcastle is the worst possible thing to happen in the entire course of humanity, “oh, gosh… we should help him rebuild his castle, it’s the only right thing to do… i feel awful-“
“awful? that wave did him a favour.” yoongi snorts, “his sandcastle was an ugly little clump of sand, anyway- and if he was smart, he shouldn’t have built it so close to the water-“
“aw, did jungkook’s castle get wrecked?!” yoongi turns his head slightly upon hearing your voice and he isn’t surprised to see a popsicle (or what’s left of a popsicle) in your hand, “i told him not to build it so close to the water but he refused to listen to me. he said he wanted it to be close to the water so the crabs would be able to live in it if they wanted to.”
“yeah, i’m sure the crab real estate market is booming right now-“ yoongi rolls his eyes, “see, jimin? i’m not the only one around here who thinks that jungkook’s sandcastle location was stupid-”
“hey, i never said stupid-“ you drop to your knees on top of your beach towel next to yoongi as you slide the rest of the popsicle off the wooden stick and pop it into your mouth in one go, chomping down on the deliciously citrusy icy crystals, “i jusht said it wahs in a bad locashun-“
“yeah. a bad, stupid location-“
“well, i don’t know about you guys, but i’m gonna go help him!” jimin gets up from his seat, pulling his sunglasses down from the top of his head before shaking his head, “i feel bad, i can practically see the waves of disappointment radiating off of him and i just can’t help but-“
“yeah, yeah, we get it, you’re an angel-“ yoongi dismisses jimin with a flick of his wrist, his eyebrows raising slightly when he sees you peeling your top off to reveal the very cute bikini you have on underneath, “and i am the complete opposite, hello-“ he lowers his sunglasses onto the tip of his nose, shamelessly letting his eyes wander along the slope of your back and the curve of your perky bum as you get settled on your beach towel, “where’ve you been hiding this little number??”
“i haven’t been hiding it anywhere, i just brought it out for the beach!” the corner of your mouth twitches in a smirk as you get comfortable on the soft, warm ground, folding your arms over each other and resting your cheek on top of them — the truth is you have been hiding this little number (it’s a slinky little two piece that matches the fiery orange of yoongi’s newly dyed hair) because you’ve been saving it for a nice beach day like this, “do you think you could help get my sunscreen from-“
“yes.” yoongi rips his sunglasses off his face and gets up from his seat immediately, leaning down to grab the bottle of sunscreen out of your bag, “god, yes, i can help-“ his mouth goes dry when you reach behind yourself to undo the string of your top and he turns to bite his fist because all he wants to do right now is thank satan for linking him up with you
he remembers he was gonna call in sick on that day, too, but thankfully he decided to get out of bed and actually go to work like the good, hardworking demon he is
it’s only a second later that you feel yoongi straddling you gently, crotch pressed against your bum and- “oh- god, yoongi, a little warning would’ve been nice-“ you laugh lightly when you feel a squirt of sunscreen shoot across your back, shutting your eyes as your muscles relax under yoongi’s familiar touch
“your ass looks so fucking good, baby-“ yoongi seems to be mesmerised and in his own little world as he rubs the sunscreen into your skin, letting his hands glide up and down your back in slow sweeps as he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, “i, like- god, i wanna fuck the shit outta you-“
“yoongi-“ your eyes pop open and you feel your face burn up immediately when yoongi suddenly grips your hips with both hands and forces you up a little
you turn your head to look back at him (which, in hindsight, perhaps only encouraged yoongi even more because he loves when you look back at him when he’s got you on your elbows and knees for him), flustered to see that yoongi’s eyes have gone dark and there’s a certain look of heat swirling around in them, “we are in public-“
“so? there’s an umbrella and we’re off to the side-“ yoongi’s hand slides up your greased-up back before it slinks into your hair, fingers wrapping around your hair before he gives you a gentle yank, “and you love when i fuck you in this position, you were certainly a big fan of it last night-“ he growls playfully, leaning down so he can press a kiss to the back of your ear
“you are shameless!” you can’t help but let out a laugh of disbelief as the logical voice in your head tells you that this is a highly inappropriate way to act on a public beach while the sprinkling of demon in you tells you that you should 100% just let yoongi yank your panties down on a public beach-
“i’m a demon, the fuck did you expect?” yoongi’s other hand grabs a fistful of your ass as he starts rocking against you, “you knew who i was when we got together, you literally summoned me-“
“y/n, jungkook needs your help with his castle!”
“shit- one second!“ you practically shove yoongi off and roll out from under him when you hear jimin’s sweet voice ring out, getting up onto your knees and reaching behind your back to fumble with the strings of your top, “you’re horrible, you know that?”
the last thing you’d want is for jimin to pop his head under the umbrella to see yoongi slutting you out because that would probably traumatise him
“you love it, don’t lie.” yoongi can’t help but chuckle to himself at how flustered you are (even after all this time together, your cheeks still get so pink as if you’re not used to him being so brazen with you all the time) as he plops himself back down on his chair, running a hand through his hair before he leans down to pick his sunglasses up off the floor
“you’re gonna have to help him dig the moat because apparently i didn’t do it as well as you-“
“coming!” you get up onto your feet, dusting the flecks of sand off your hands and looking around for your own sunglasses, “i’m coming, i’m coming-“
“well, not yet, but you will be once we get home.” yoongi coughs, flicking his finger towards you before your sunglasses suddenly float out of your bag and over to you
“you are horrible.” you snatch it midair before anyone notices before scrunching your nose at yoongi in a frown of disapproval
absolutely horrible!
🎙️ scold yoongi and y/n for public indecency (talk to my characters!)
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💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)
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h a e g e u m | 01
banner by the lovely @archivededits ♡˖
pairing. yoongi x female reader.
genre. mini series. crime au. angst. thriller(?). smut
w. (01) mentions of smoking, injuries, k*lling, corruption, injection (!!)
tags. @secfir
teaser | part 2
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01. RED ALERT
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She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.
However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him—for the second time— in the alley near a collapsible gate—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself. The sort of danger which is fatal, the sort of danger which relishes in the blazing inferno.
The sort of fatal which increases your heartbeats, the sort of danger you know you're fucked up to feel your stomach churn with exictement. The sort of danger who was wanted all over the country, spreading his wings all over the nation with a rapid growth of that like a disease.
It fell upon her to banish the growth, and boy, it wasn't at all easy. It was the clash of opposite elements facing in a battlefield, the only difference being that there had been no swords and no bloodshed, well, not untill now.
Failures after failures. Injuries after injuries. Despair and despair, yet it felt all like a circus to him.
And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him. Calm, cool and collected— somehow radiating off how much he's aware of his worth and how much of a pain in the ass he has been to finally get captured. But still, this was all but a game to him— something he plays everyday.
“didn't mean to kill the president, my bad. ”
His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.
“ You didn't ? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?
“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”
“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.
“ I always get away, officer. ”
His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.
There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.
“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.
“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”
“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.
His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth. And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard. A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.
Red alert.
The man infront of you didn't react much, and this is the first time you've been called to the red alert. The superior authorities had some difficult time to actually acknowledge that you had caught hold of this hoodlum, or rather the most wanted criminal in the whole Daegu, they were totally astounded in their chairs.
You are totally aware of how treacherous possibilities may occur, now. You did feel dubious when you realised it been way too long for his side to respond,and you must admit that red alert was something you did not expect in the least.
Your phone buzzed in your trouser pants, breaking you from the reverie you had trapped yourself in. Not breaking any eye contact with him, you receive your call.
Lieutenant Police.
“ Officer, we order you to release him, right now. ”
“ May I ask for a reason why? ”
“ You don't ask for a fucking reason why when you're given a red alert within your premises, do you ?”
the voice growls like a mad man, and that voice does not intimidate you, not at all. Even when you know that the red alert is the last warning an officer gets. More of a do or a.. die situation, where you have to do what they instruct, or..
…your straw that you may not survive, and if you do, you'll no longer be accepted as an police officer. The situation is way too dangerous to keep hostage criminals like him,but it's been forty eight hours since you've captured him. Red alerts chime within four hours.
That means you're in grave danger.
Isn't he sitting infront of you already?
“ I still stand regard to my question, Lieutenant. ”
“ The Min Orphanage will break down our department if you don't fucking release the man right now. ”
Min orphanage ?
The man's brows pinch all of a sudden, the only sort of emotion other than sarcasm he has ever let out since. Do you see a flash of..concern in his features?
Your brain refuses to work, because in what actual ways would be a notorious criminal like him, connected to an orphanage, that too in such a way, that it seems like the orphanage is more inclined towards him? Your own brow pinches as you hear a sigh from the other side of the call.
“ Officer, you maybe are yet to realise how much in danger you're in, right now. ”
“ I’m just seeking for answers which have been unspoken and unapproached since, Lieutenant. ”
“ If you do not release him.. ”
there's a sickening silence which follows. However, you can hear chaos from the other side which is rare, because the upper departments are supposed to have a pin drop silence. His eyes never leave your own, and the ticking down of water droplets as Mother Nature starts pouring her soul out, you feel a light throb at the back of your head. His eyes are challenging, captivating, ironic because you're his capturer now.
He's intriguing in so many ways than one.
“ They're all little children here, and in no way we can take any particular option even if you had something on your mind, officer. ”
Another reaction. A light, unamused snort.
Another commotion. Muffled screams and yells are constantly changing their paces as you hear shuffling, and suddenly you're hearing vigorous panting from the other side, and a much older voice.
“ ____, I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE HIM, RIGHT NOW. ”
a voice you never expected to hear, not atleast now.
“ Supreme, he's a threat. A real danger if he's let out—”
“ you. are. ordered to let him go right now, because I absolutely cannot risk my team to sail closer to the wind because of your cheap ego. ”
his voice trembled with rage, and your throat feels dry to hear the screams echoing inwards to your own room. Bangs of gunshots and panicked screams as you hear the snaps of fire outside, most likely advancing towards your own room, now. Silent gangs like these get vigorous at times like these.
Cheap ego.
If your ego is cheap and this situation is playing with fire, you'd rather chose to burn your money to that burning whirls of arrogance. This wasn't easy, it wasn't easy to achieve the victory over the challenging, yet collected eyes of the gangster infront of you. If your team, or rather those puppets who shamelessly dance along to the beat they're instructed to, you'd wholeheartedly admit, that you were the only reason why he's here. Infront of you.
Alas, let people call you selfish and self centred, but you've learnt in this struggling world that if you're not so, you'd be used and thrown around like a rag full of holes. And even if your position is at stake, your years of hardwork going to vain because of this menace infront of you— you cannot help but risk that if you've reached till this far, you will ace your goals. You cannot be a sore loser in the end.
“ I’m not letting him free. ”
Silence, but chaos.
“ You're terminated from your position, Miss ___. ”
The call ended.
And so did your dignity as a police officer.
You close your eyes for a moment. You feel sick; it meant that you were no longer in charge of his custody, the head of your team, and no longer an official. No body would give a fuck if you make out of here alive, or if your dead body is dumped somewhere and you rot. No one would care.
You were ready for this exactly the moment you heard the sirens,but however maybe you weren't totally ready to acknowledge that. Your hands feel clammy by the time you put your phone on the table, and the unpleasant feeling of your hair sticking to your neck is creepy. You sigh, your whole life dedicated to your career was shattered by the system, just because you were inclined for the safety of your people..
..or maybe because you were just a mere puppet, too.
..or maybe you're blinded by anger to actually come out of your haze and take care of what's happening, but it's of no use; you're partially bounded.
“ Wouldn't that be a crime if you'd hit me now, officer? ”
his voice echoed in your ears, and the officer in the end hit you like a pan on your head. He sounded all collected and cool: much to the contradiction to the inner turmoil you were going through. Anger courses in your veins to see his bleeding lips quirk upwards at your misery, but again..is he really the one to blame?
He got what he wanted, the system got ehat they wanted, and even if you're reluctant to see anything else, you know you're the loser here. A sore loser. Indignation rises in your chest as you take a look at him, your head suddenly feeling lighter than usual. Your throat burns to speak, and your heart thrums in it's cage.
“ Thank you, D. ”
“ It'd be better if you start your countdown now, officer. ” his voice is barely a whisper as now there's a sudden throb in your head, and his voice a mere croak by the time you gasp to fill in air inside your lungs. Silence, it's a wicked silence as the murmurs deepen.
Your jaw clenches as you feel the sting, an overwhelming sting, your limbs feel numb, and the wider your eyes open, the blurrier it seems now. The room spins, as the yells increase and the rifles scream, they all turn to a crestfallen murmur.
Is this your end?
Your throat hurts, hurts, and its just an outline of his wrists, cuffed wrists, the mop of black hair, your identity card on the table, his wrists..something held within..what, what.. Your head ducks down in an immediate effort to get a better look, but lolls away immediately, too weak and throbbing to work, and everything goes black.
But screw that, you didn't see the injection needle pricking the skin of your thigh as he injects the whole of the syringe into your system skillfully with his thumb, his eyes burning with rage. The same shit eating grin on his lips, as he sticks his tongue out to lick the dried blood on his mouth.
“ You're welcome, officer. ”
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Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 2)
My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love. Part 1 here.
A Steamy Conversation by @madbutgloriouspond. Yoongi x f! reader. You walk in on a half-naked, dripping wet, tangerine haired Yoongi, he's mean and cocky and the inevitable happens. Smutty perfection from Memes.
Clockwork Heart by @vyduan. Yoongi x reader. The chaebol tsundere Yoongi that I'll never stop screaming about. A brilliant, capable reader, a hot Yoongi who does secret acts of kindness, and beautifully rendered side characters including wise and witty BFF Seokjin.
Knee-high by @jjungkookislife. Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. A sexy, skirt wearing, orange haired, watermelon chapstick using Yoongi with a lip piercing in a smutty, enjoyable read.
I'm not even gonna say it by @taetaespeaches. Yoongi x reader. An incredibly cute, fluffy read, where Yoongi stops for lemonade on a swelteringly hot day.
Fireworks by @starlostjimin. Yoongi x f! reader in an established relationship. A soft, fluffy, spicy story with the domestic Yoongi of my dreams.
Too hot to sleep by @gamerguk. Fiance Yoongi x reader - a short, smutty read with a hilarious cameo from Hobi at the end.
The Sweetest Thing by @illneverrecover. A super cute sweet treat featuring a grumpy florist Yoongi and a baker reader.
Kinkmas Day Four drabble by @monimonimoon. A deliciously hot, petty co-worker Yoongi at the office Christmas party.
On the nature of living by @sugalaritae. Griddle's an incredible writer, and this very beautiful story starts off with Yoongi x a ghost reader and resonates so much with me emotionally.
Home by @junghelioseok. Secret agent AU with Yoongi x reader. Short, sweet and comforting.
Set me free by @hesperantha. A time-travel tale with tragedy of epic proportions. You won't have read anything else quite like it.
The one with Yoongi, Netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda. A hilarious reader, a fluffy and cuddly Yoongi and softness and feelings all round.
Yoongi is a rock by @yoongsisbae. A beautifully written story that made me think about mortality and constancy and has the singularly beautiful line ‘And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you’. It gives me chills remembering it. Stunning.
The one with Yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas by @eoieopda. I knew I was in for angst when I started reading but I didn't bank on the beautifully realised longing and characters I wanted to cry for. I adore this.
Best served cold by @anotherbtswriter. Yoongi and afab reader in a mafia AU with drama, tsundere Yoongi energy and a duplicitous family. Riveting.
Bao by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Delivery boy Yoongi x chef reader. One of the first Yoongi stories I read, and have re-read so many times since then. This Yoongi's so perfectly characterised, and there's a cameo from a sexy model Taehyung too.
Dominance and Domesticity by @theharrowing. A Yoongi who doms you in the bedroom and also does ironing? Where do I sign up? Sexy perfection.
Cybersex by @gimmethatagustd. Yoongi x f! reader. Reader is a phone sex hotline operator in this brother's best friend AU. Featuring a hot, confident, capable Yoongi who nearly set my screen on fire.
Shameless by @vyduan. Idolverse AU with Yoongi and reader. A stunning story, part of the Her multiverse series, with complex, layered characters that are so beautifully human. One of the first stories I read when I started reading BTS fanfic, and one I won't forget.
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So What? | MYG | Chapter 14
Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader
Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au
Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse
WC: 2.7K
Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst @idkjustlovingbts @popcatx0 @yoonjinsgirl @marblemoonstones
A/N: As promised :) hehe...
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Seokjin had come over in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep and inerputed him for a movie marathon. Beyond tired was a mild way of putting it. He woke up early in the morning, struggling and finally managing to shimmy out of your grasp after a long fifteen minutes. He stilled against the bed, one foot out on the floor, bed hair spiking everywhere, and head slowly turning to you as you whined about the loss of contact. Acting fast, Seokjin tucked a pillow under your arm.
You sighed and nuzzled it, quickly falling back into the Dreamland.
Seokjin rubbed his face and got out of bed, padding to your kitchen on soft feet to prepare some breakfast. As he opened the refrigerator, he found two lunchboxes of overnight oats. Opening them, he took a sniff, trying to sense how long they had been in the fridge. After he deemed that they were edible, he placed one on the table and headed to pack your living room as he ate.
It wasn't long before you woke up to the birds cawing outside your window, silently cursing them to let you sleep a little longer. Just as you were almost back asleep, they started calling again, causing you to groan out in frustration. Everything has been frustrating recently. You patted the space beside you, only for your hands to touch against the cool sheets.
Sighing, you pushed yourself out of bed, heading to the kitchen where you were sure your brother was.
Only to find it empty with a box of half-eaten overnight oats you had just made last afternoon. You tilted your head, yawning as you tried to think.
"That's mine." Seokjin came into the kitchen with arms full of opened snacks and dirty, empty cups. "Go take yours. I left it in the fridge."
"Where were you?" Your voice came out scratchy and hoarse, the aftermath of all the tears and screaming last night.
"Living room." Seokjin placed the cups in the sink. "I'm surprised you walked straight past me at the couch just now." He snickered, keeping your snacks in the baskets.
"You were probably hiding from me, waiting for this moment."
"Nah, I wouldn't be so bad."
The both of you started the day by cleaning your house, Seokjin nagging at you for not taking care of yourself and the place you live in. The constant "Look at the amount of dust there is on this!" and "Oh my gosh, Y/N!". At least your brain took a break from what you were running from. After dinner, Seokjin had left, saying that he was called back to the hospital. You shooed him off despite him worrying over you.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" His brows were creased against his forehead. "I can cancel anyway. My licence is no longer valid so technically calling me back is unnecessary. So I can stay if you need me."
"Just go, Seokjin."
"They'll probably make me stay the whole night, you know that."
"I know that." You patted his shoulder. "Just go, I'll be fine."
With your constant pestering and deflection, Seokjin reluctantly left your house, leaving you once again in your mind. You watch as his car revered from the parking lot, driving away. You closed the curtains and turned off the lights.
Might as well get some sleep to escape reality.
The sad truth of that.
You had woken up just as Lillianne burst into your house screaming, “FBI, OPEN UP!”
Groaning, you turned to the side, hands blindly grabbing your phone off the coffee table. When your sleep-muggled brain finally registered the time that your screen showed you, you shot up, cursing your way to your room.
“I was wondering why you weren’t out yet. You better be lucky I came in.”
Hastily, you got yourself ready, shrugging on clothes like you were just caught. Technically, you were. You and Lils managed to leave the house in a record time of seven minutes, only missing your water bottle. But the water in the shop was free anyway, so you’d just take that.
Starting the car, you drove off in the direction of the shop. The moment you stepped in, you were already dreading coming to work. The shop was filled with customers.
Good for the business, not good for your health.
Starting the orders in the receipts, you prepped yourself for a long night ahead. Lils worked at the cashier, shoving more receipts your way as you balanced making drinks and serving to scoop ice creams.
You were certainly not pleased with the amount of people in the shop at four in the afternoon. But it was a Saturday - what could you say?
Family gatherings, children playing around, couples on dates. It made your heart clench every time you had to serve a couple. Seeing the lovey-dovey looks they send each other reminded you of a certain hybrid. Shaking your head, you tightened your apron and continued. The coffee would not make itself and the food would not serve itself.
Oh, how you would love that.
Then, you wouldn’t have to constantly run about. But that is the nature of the job. One could only expect so much from a food and beverage job. The night went on much busier than usual on a Saturday night. Parties were held there with big gatherings and by the time the shop closed, you had heard a good four birthday songs and seen an uncountable amount of bouquets.
Cleaning up, you cleared off the used cutleries and dishes, setting them in the sink for the kitchen staff to wash. Ensuring that no ice cream scooper is left in their respective boxes overnight, you then swept and mopped the floor before cleaning the tables. Going out to throw the trash, you grabbed the bags from the kitchen and outside.
Spotting a black cat sitting idly at the bus stop, you gave it a small hello before speed-walking to the bins. They were heavy trash bags. There were a lot of baking and alcohol bottles used today. You weren’t sure when the cat had leapt down and followed you, but you soon found yourself stumbling over, trying not to step on the cat’s wagging tail. It walked in between your legs, rubbing its head against your calves - chasing it was more likely - as its tail swished violently.
Its actions reminded you a lot of Yoongi. That cat loved to show affection by constantly rubbing your calves and scenting you in between your shoulders. He had said that it was a comfortable spot to sleep on.
Your heart clenched at the thought of him.
After throwing the trash away, you squatted down to give its head a small pat with the back of your hands. “I’m sorry, buddy. My hands are filled with syrup right now and I wouldn’t like you for you to get sick when you groom yourself.”
It followed you to the shop, stopping just outside the doors.
“Come on in, buddy.” You gestured for the cat.
It was dark outside and with the heavy trash bags, you didn’t take a good look at the cat, trying to work your way around not hurting it. But now that it was inside, it mewoed and continued to rub at your ankles, going around you in circles.
“Sit.” You instructed it. It was something you hoped it could understand. And it did.
After washing your hands, you rummaged through the kitchen for a can of tuna. Spotting three, you took them all with you and headed out. Opening one, you placed it in front of the cat. “There you go, you can have all three. I’ll go get you some water, okay?”
When you headed back to the front, you found it prodding at the second can. “Here,” You placed the bowl of water onto the floor. “Have some water first. I’ll open it for you.”
You were stopped with two paws on your arm, the cat jumping up onto your lap. Sitting down in a cross-legged position, gave it more space to roam. But it seemed to know exactly where it wanted to be. In the middle with his head propped on your upper thigh. Its loud purrs fill the room as you stroke it from ear to snout.
It looks just like Yoongi.
You knew that but your conscious brain was just trying to reject it.
It wasn’t until its moonlit eyes slid to yours did the waterworks started. Carrying him up, you looked at the cat in your arms through watery eyes. Its shocked expression and terrified meows -
Your eyes closed the moment you felt his rough tongue lick your cheek. Tilting your head away from him to not cover his shiny fur in your slob, you tucked him between your neck and shoulder, head hanging down.
Yoongi knew Jimin was right.
Yoongi knew that he needed to talk to you.
Yoongi also knew the address where you stayed and worked.
So when he overheard Seokjin asking a favour from Jimin to keep his phone on call in case you needed him, Yoongi dashed out of the house. Scurrying from Jimin’s home to the shop, his little cat paws could only get him there so fast.
By the time he reached it, he was parched. Panting, he stuck his tongue out to moderate his temperature. He wanted to take the chance of the next customer to enter the shop and call your attention to him. But seeing you so busy, running from place to place without a stop, Yoongi decided that it was better if he waited until the shop closed.
So Yoongi took his spot at the shaded area of the bus stop and watched you work. You were quick and agile, moving like the wind. Many times, he saw the flinch of pain and growth of your eyes when you were scared. When big groups of people came in, he could see the exhaustion in your eyes. You tried not to show the customers - but Yoongi knew better. The pain in your eyes when you see couples made his head hang.
It was his fault.
When the day was finally over and the shop closed, Yoongi waited for his chance. Like a cat hunting for his prey, Yoongi’s attention grew sharper. He noted each of your movements and when you finally came out with trash bags in hand, he leaped for it.
He did not expect you to spot him from far but you did.
It made his heart swell with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Pride, most probably.
She noticed me.
Rubbing against your ankles, he meowed for your attention, glad to finally be close to you. You hadn’t recognised him and it made Yoongi feel a little… sad. But the moment you did, you burst into tears and Yoongi couldn’t find a way to stop it. He was essentially trapped in your hold. He meowed frantically, hoping that you would sense the distress in his voice and stop. But you didn’t.
You continued, caressing his fur and mumbling his name over and over again.
With a meow and a particularly harsh tug, he slid out of your grasp and stood on your thighs, licking your face. You laughed as he found your sensitive spot just behind your ear. Trying to get him out of your face, Yoongi held on and continued. It was better than you crying.
“Okay, okay.” You got up, placing him on a table as he hissed from the cold contact. “I’m okay. But now I have to go wash my face since you just covered me in slobber.”
Yoongi sat up and watched your movements. From cleaning up yourself to cleaning the floor and leftover water to you turning off everything and picking him up, he didn’t dare relax. It wasn’t until you placed him in your car and wrapped him in his favourite towel did he started to feel it.
He was holding it in for such a long time that -
Tears unconsciously slid down his eyes, matting his fur.
He didn’t know how long it was before your arms pulled him up again, carrying him onto your lap. “Yoongs… Don’t cry… We’ll figure it out, I’ll try harder. I promise.”
But it has nothing to do with you.
It’s me.
The silence was kept at a peaceful wavelength until you reached home. Picking him and your bags up, he cuddled closer to you, seeking your warmth in the chilly air. The moment you opened the door, Yoongi lept out of your arms and slinked through the cat door on his door, pleased to find that it had not been locked.
Quickly shifting and changing, Yoongi left the room and slid to your side on the floor.
You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks but he did not dare grumble. He wanted this to last as long as possible.
“I chose you, Y/N. I choose you, mate.” Yoongi confessed.
You closed your eyes as your lips trembled and Yoongi brought his hands up to wipe away the tears that streaked down your face.
“I’m sorry…” You whispered.
“No, please don’t be. Please.” Yoongi begged. “You are the most amazing person ever. The most beautiful and does everything you can just for me. I am sorry. I have let you down - hurt you just because I thought it was easier to let you hate me than love me.” Yoongi let himself go, crying in your lap. “My strong, beautiful, exceptional mate.” Yoongi looked up at you, voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”
This is one of the few times that Yoongi broke down in front of you.
“I’m so, so, sorry.” Yoongi kneeled in front of you, head in your lap. “I’m sorry. I did not mean - I -”
You gently placed your hands in his hair, ruffling them and stroking his ears. Yoongi’s harsh sobs could be heard throughout your house. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” You mumbled into his hair, bent over onto his body. “It’s okay, Yoongs. I’m sorry too.”
Yoongi’s head tilted upwards, voice hoarse as he asked, “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I jumped to conclusions and didn’t put enough trust and hope into our relationship. And that I let this become when we could have easily talked it out properly if I had chosen the right words to tell you.” You smiled down at him.
You had never thought that you would ever say these three words that would mean so much. You thought that our chance had been blown the moment you started that argument. You expected your chance to stay blown when Yoongi walked out of the courtroom without looking back. Saying them to Lils and Jin was a different thing from saying to Yoongi. You were always the person to express instead of say but this time -
“Yoongi,” You tilted his face upwards to you, eyes boring into his as you muttered the three words of magic. “I love you.”
From this view, you can see the widening of his eyes.
“You - You love me?” Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with a shimmery glow. “You love me?”
You nodded, smiling at his goofy expression. Yoongi suddenly shot up, bouncing around the house - much like an excited dog might when he goes on walks.
“You love me! You love me!” Yoongi ran to the windows. “Y/N love me!”
Your eyes widened, hands instantly pulling him back. “Don’t go screaming it to the world! It isn’t even 5 a.m.!”
Yoongi turned, the light in his eyes knocking the breath out of you. “But you’re mine.” Yoongi’s eyes crinkled and a gummy smile was full on show. “And you love me.”
You nodded undoubtedly. Yoongi brought you close to his chest, hugging you tightly. “You love me and I love you too.”
“Yoongi -”
“I love you.” He shook his head, eyes shining with inner light and it knocked the breath right out of you. “I love you, wholly.”
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Paint me yours.
Yoongi x reader
Genre: establish rlsp, smut, pure filthy smut.
Summary: you had an idea and yoongi never said no to it.
Warning: pure straight out smut, it's mature content so kids stay away, spanking, p into v penetrations, unprotected sex (i am not gonna say don't be foolish cause more than half of you don't even have a social life let alone because you are delulu), paint play, temperature play, soft dom yoongi, sub reader, yoongi loves taunting and teasing. That will be all please tell me if you find anything worth mentioning.
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Side note: this had been in my mind for days I had to get it out so that's why I stayed up the night writing this. Enjoy
Word count: 4k
To the point you could conclude yoongi was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask of, he was the perfect softie, and the best power he held was that he never said no to anything you ever suggested, 6 years of relationship and there was not even a single time he had said no to you. Not even when you would ask him to come over at 3 in the morning.
So it wasn't a surprise that he had said yes to your almost shy request, it had struck you out of no where, you were just watching some show it had some scenes related to painting and just somehow you mind dragged you to the deepest pools of lust, a not so innocent idea striking you so hard that you had no other option but you discuss it with your boyfriend, you didn't tell him the details though, you just told him you had something in mind that you wanted to try with him and like yoongi was he never said no.
So that's how you both ended up in the living room of your apartment, the sofas and cushioned all pushed back to create abundance space for both you and yoongi to try the idea you had been thinking about, a large canvas laying in front of you both, the cans of pain kept on the side of it and a few brushes stocked in a pen stand beside your leg.
"So.." yoongi finally breaks the silence his hand placed on his hips while his body is half turned your way, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in a silent question, you couldn't exactly hide how nervous you were feeling about this, the death grip you had on your shirt was enough to give it out, your were biting the inside of your cheeks not entirely sure about how you should let yoongi know what you had planned, it felt embarassing to say it out loud.
It wasn't that you guys hadn't done shit, you guys were actually really far from that if anything the amount of corrupt acts you had done together was let's just say a secret hidden to maintain world peace. But this was the first time you had something you thought of, something totally out of the box, something that came from your imagination.
It wasn't that you were scared that yoongi would judge you, he never did that infact if anything he always helped you relax and not overthinking things, he always was there when the shouts inside your head got too loud, he always knew when you were about to lose it and that was why he turned towards you totally, his warm rough hands coming up to cup your cheeks and his warm lips coming to collide with the bridge of your nose, stealing a sigh from you.
"It's okay love, there's nothing wrong in wanting to try something if anything it makes us knowledgeable." Yoongi always knew what you thought even without you speaking it and it was something that has always come as a warm blanket over you anytime things got hard, just like now and his words actually relieve you making your stiffness dissolve and your expression softens as you look into his eyes.
"That's like my brave girl." The gummy smile that he flashes your way has the remaining tension leaving your body, a smile cracking on your face at his comment as he places his forehead against yours, "now stop torturing my poor soul and tell me what you have planned for us?" Yoongi's direct questions makes your throat dry but you can't hide away, you lick your dry lips locking eyes with him.
"Umm.. I thought.. maybe we could..try you know.. some paint and..that canvas..I mean you get it right, i can't put it into exact words but the rough up conclusion is that I want you to fuck me on that canvas." Your innocent stupor breaks away by the end of your monologue, it was hard to be shy about something when you always are the outspoken one, it's hard to not have words when you always have them.
Your words make your boyfriend laugh, a almost surprised look visible in his eyes while he squeezes your cheeks between his hands, "aww my baby finally turning naughty." Yoongi tease his voice dropping down a few octaves and turning husky making your knees quiver, you can feel the way your starts feel turned on by that single comment of his.
You look away from him not able to keep your eyes on him but that yoongi doesn't allows as he grips your chin gently between his finger and turns your eyes back towards him, "didn't we went over the rules love?, You need to keep yours Eyes on me my good girl." You knew how much of a switch yoongi was, he was the perfect boyfriend in public and in private when it was steamy hot moments he was a dominating alpha male who knew how to keep you withering and under his control but even in that he never did anything that would hurt you.
However that didn't mean you didn't get punished by him specifically on certain occasion and one thing to remember about yoongi was that, yoongi held his rules very important and the thought of making him angry made you wetter by seconds, as fun as it sounded you had other plans for today so you would rather let that one sit back for another time, so you kept your gaze pinned at him, "let's make this as detailed as we can play?" Yoongi's instruction was clear and simple and you knew that it was important for him to know what exactly you wanted so that the whole thing would turn out well.
Your nodding earned you a quick peck on the lips from yoongi one of his hand leaving your face and wandering down behind your back to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to him, your own hands entangled in the mess of his long black hairs to keep you anchored, "you want to be fucked laying down on that canvas ?" Yoongi questions humming against your lips, his hand that was still on your cheek patting it in a comforting manner, your heart felt warm at the action knowing exactly well that it was yoongi's way of keeping your anxiety from taking a toll on you.
"Yes." You whisper comes out breathy, your eyes almost closing when yoongi starts kissing his way from your jaw to your neck, lazy open mouth lustful kisses that have you moaning out his name already while you are sure you have drenched your panties already. "What else do you want me to do?" Yoongi questions all the while his hand that had been on your ass moved towards the front and in between your thighs pushing them apart slightly, you shudder at the feeling of his wet tongue licking away on your skin like fire.
"Paint.. I want you and I to leave colour imprinting of our love making on that canvas." You breathly confess your mind already going to hijack with the feeling of his lips against you and his hands that are playing with your body, a chuckle vibrates yoongi's body along side yours sending another wave of arousal gushing out of your pussy. "My my when did I turned my sweet little princess into a dirty girl?" You were sure as hell that yoongi loved teasing you, no matter how many times you guys had done how many dirty things, he would never give up on the idea that you were a classical good girl who he corrupted, in your opinion yoongi loved the fact that he had the power over you to turn you into lust filled slut and it didn't bother you even in the slightest not when it was yoongi or his skillful fingers which were currently tracing the outline of your panties.
"Anything else you would like me to do to you princess ?" You couldn't deny just how sexy yoongi's grunting voice sounded near your ear as he worked his way up the side of your neck to your ear, your hands tugging at his hair strands at the way his finger circled around your clothed clit, you almost cried at the teasing you were subjected to under yoongi's hand but you were never behind on returning the favour as your own hand moved down to cup his clothes already hard bulge through his sweatpants.
When yoongi groaned on you palming him a satisfied smirk ignited on your lips while you watched the way his hooded lust blown eyes gave you a warning look, "that will be all darling." You kept your voice seductive, dragging the nickname further to tease the man who just smiled lazily at your cheeky behaviour before his hands were shredding you off your clothes and you were returning the favour, not even ten seconds later both you were reduced to your underwear and yoongi to his sweatpants.
Yoongi smiled at you deviously before attacking your lips, his hands roaming all over your body coming up to squeeze your breast before they started to massage them and a loud moan elicited from you in response. Your own hands couldn't from pulling him in even more, not letting him go until you both were running short on air, you both pulled away totally breathless eyes scanning each other's body with a hunger visible in both your eyes.
Yoongi took a step back from you and opened up one of the cans that laid on the floor, "get down here princess." The commanding voice that yoongi used were enough to turn your legs into jelly and he didn't really had to tell you twice before you found yourself sitting halfway on top of the canvas, yoongi took his place in between your parted legs, you watched him with anticipating breathe as his eyes made contact with yours, a grin spreading on his lips.
"Open up for me princess." Yoongi requested tapping the inside of your thighs and you stretched them far apart allowing yoongi the perfect view of your drenched panty, a groan left the man at the sight of your already gone state, your smiled clearly feeling proud that you were the reason yoongi looked so animalistic, like he could devour you right then and there, "already so wet for me love." Yoongi commented taking a step closer to you and tracing a finger from your knees to your inner thighs before they dived inside your panty to press against your clit which made you throw your head back while you supported yourself on the palm of your hands leaning back and pushing forward on his finger, "always wet for you baby." Your breathless confession made the man swell up with pride, his eyes shining as he eye fucked you, taking in the sinister state you were in, mentally clicking up an image of yours in his mind to keep.
He pulled away his finger from your core making a whimper escape your mouth but that only made the male chuckle as he started to pull down your panty, a cold wet sensation igniting where yoongi touched which made you look back at him out of curiousity, your breathe getting stolen when you see the sight that greets you.
A trail of yellow paint follows the finger that are pulling your panties down, the sight just makes you more wet and your throw back your head again when yoongi discards your panty and places a kiss to the top of your thigh, "absolutely beautiful." Yoongi whispers warm against your skin as he places open mouth kisses to your thigh all the way down to your knees before his one hand comes to your hips moving back to your ass, you can feel the coolness of the paint wherever yoongi touches you and you almost lose all your senses when his hand kneads on your ass cheeks spreading the paint further on it.
"Eyes on me love." Yoongi punctuates his words with a light smack to yours other ass cheek, his figure coming atop you, his face hovering inches above yours while his lower half press against yours, you moan when yoongi's clothed length press against your naked heat, "who said you were allowed to keep that on?" You questioned looking into yoongi's eyes, knowing that he understood what you were talking about, yoongi smirks down on you as your hands lock behind his neck, he supports himself on one of his forearm while the other dips into the can of paint beside you before it disappears down.
You open your mouth to say something against stopping immediately when you feel yoongi run down his painted hand down your torso to your abdomen and then down to your core, he smears the paint on either of your inner thighs before his fingers progress in on your pussy, his two fingers rubbing on the lips of your pussy before he parts them and enters his middle finger knuckle deep into your core, you scream out curses throwing your head back at the invasion.
"Ah ah love didn't i say eyes on me." Yoongi's fingers retreat along his words making you whimper in refusal, your eyes glaring at the man on top of you before you decide that he deserves a pay back so you flip him over, now you are the one on top of him. You straddle his lap purposely grinding yourself against his length to get those beautiful groans of his. This time it's yoongi whose head falls back and his eyes shut, giving you the perfect opportunity to Tut back at him.
"Now baby, that isn't really exemplary for someone who was taunting me about closing my eyes." You sass back continuing to ride him, yoongi totally ignores your sass, his hands grip onto your waist so tight tha you are sure there are gonna be bruises but you don't mind some bruises.
Not when yoongi looks so lost and divine with his lips parted his eyes shut while he is fumbling out incoherent words, you turn yours body half sideways grabbing onto a can of colour and opening it before you dip your hand in it and pull out to spread the red paint over yoongi's chest, making sure to give him a slow shoulder massage when you are at it anyway. You lean down enough so that your chest is brushing his with each breath that he takes, knowing very well that the wet paint is getting on your body too.
Your bump yours nose with his as you grind against him, "how does it feels baby?" You straight out provoke him using a slutry tone and continue to grind against him as you continued your tortur-- massage on his chest trailing the extra paint down to his v line, you can hear yoongi grunt and groan at your action but he doesn't complains, so you continue until you reach the offending piece of clothing and when you do, you placed a kiss directly over that visible tent in his pants, making sure to suck on that very spot to make yoongi even more frustrated, finally you get the piece of clothing off him by dragging his sweatpants of his hips, making extra sure that you did it slowly as slowly as you could with the man grumbling for you to be a little quick at your work but you took your sweet time and once he was free from his confinements.
You dipped both your hands in two different colours winking up at him wickedly as you say in between his stretched thighs, "what are yo.." yoongi didn't complete his question before which yours hands were placed on either side of his hips before you trailed your fingers towards his cock, taking slow deliberate taps closer to his shaft before finally taking his length in your hand and smearing his mighty cock with the paint, making sure to Dip down and place a quick kiss to the oozing tip of his cock, maybe a quick suck too just so to hear that throat deep grunt of his while he cursed.
"Easy there babyboy." Your tease seem to only make the male more restless, it was actually an impressive thing that you and yoongi had rules that when the other takes charge you must restrain from stopping them not until you can't help it, so knowing that yoongi could help it still you took your time sliding your palm up and down the inside of his shaft, even going for some extra paint before going down to massage his balls, so instead of an oil massage you were giving him a paint massage how funny.
"Y/N you need to stop if you don't want to end up in a rather hard situation." You knew why yoongi was warning you and it only made you giggle the fact that he was so close to lose it when you were pumping his length with yours hands wrapped around it, making sure to give him a squeeze every now and then. Yep you were totally asking for it but never saw it coming not when yoongi's hands traveled to grab onto yours shoulder, not when he let them trail down your arm, you thought he was trying to anchor himself by doing that but boy were you wrong?
A yelp left your mouth when yoongi pulled you atop him by a harsh tug on your arm, your blood ran cold when you saw the look of pure wickedness and contempt clear in his eyes, it left you breathless, your breathe hitched in your throat when yoongi turned you both around, trapping you in between his arms.
"Lay on your stomach love." That was enough to make you feel goosebumps the chills in his voice making you gulp down harshly while your walls clenched around nothing, you didn't protest and complied with him, turning around and laying flat on your stomach while you heard him mutter a good girl just beside your ear, you knew yoongi purposely pressed his body against yours letting you feel his hard length against your ass. You knew he purposely rubbed his cock against you to make you frustrated.
"Hands above your head princess." You complied without any complain knowing exactly well there was nothing to argue with him about, you yelped when yoongi delivered a smack against your ass, "playing with fire isn't something good girls do my love." Yoongi's scolding was something he was enjoying and you knew that from his tone, you tried to hold back a retort meanwhile yoongi nudged you open for him even more.
You were about to make a comment when yoongi decided to plunge three finger inside you, making you scream out in surprise which made him laugh, you turned your head back to glare at the man who just gave you a cocky smirk, finding your surprise funny.
"Any problem there love?" He mocked you as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, you would have retorted with something witty had it not been that yoongi was making you moan and groan so good, you felt fool with his fingers knuckle deep inside you hitting that perfect spot only he could find.
Yoongi kept his thrust even until he felt you clench around his digit that was when he picked up his pace making you cry out his name in a bliss as white covered your vision and you saw stars when you came on his finger, yoongi helping you through you high and once he was sure you were okay, he pulled his fingers out licking them clean before he placed a kiss on your shoulder.
You laid there silently for a moment or two as you felt yoongi giving you a back massage while he spread paint on your back, once he was done you finally looked back at him, "not exhausted right?" You couldn't help but smile at the way yoongi cared even though you knew he needed you right now too, it was heart warming to know that for him you and your comfort always came first no matter what.
"Our quickies also have more than one round baby." You commented back trying to assure him that you were not thoroughly spent, who were you kidding there had been far more times when you and yoongi kinda did the very thing the song 69 talked about.
"I don't see a lie there." Yoongi comments back helping you to turn around and lay on your back as he came to press his lips against yours, you giggled against his lips when his fingers brushed against your tummy, you felt yoongi smile in the kiss as he positioned himself against you, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeths tugging at it as he pushed into.
You let his bottom lip go moaning along side him at the way you felt filled in that moment, a connection that felt like you were made for him, yoongi didn't felt different either he felt like you were the missing pieces of his life, the pieces that would complete the puzzle we call life and just like a puzzle fits perfectly you fit perfectly against him.
"I love you." You both whispered at the same time chuckling right after at the moment, it was so serene and peaceful you could do this for a life time, yoongi stayed buried inside you for a moment longer before he pulled out halfway and then thrusted in again, "once I am done taking you like this, i will make you bounce on my cock." Yoongi's words made you clench around him a deep moan eliciting from somewhere within your chest as yoongi pulled out and thrusted harshly inside you again.
"You like that?.. ofcourse you like it, you are a dirty girl..a slut who likes to be used by me..want me to tell you what else I will do to you?" Yoongi laughs when you clench around him even harder at the way he talks, it turns you so much, yoongi turns you on so much that you don't mind any position or any number of times he is willing to take you in.
"How about I fuck you from behind?, spank that pretty little ass of yours so good that you can't sit without thinking about me, you like that ..ngh ...fuck look at the way you are clenching around me.." you weren't able to thinking about the way yoongi was trying to tease you, you were far too gone in the pleasure to even think about anything, every thing yoongi said you wanted him to do that to you.
You knew your clenching around yoongi was making him get closer to his release too, it was make him lose his mind too and the absolute proof was the way he was twitching inside of you while he kept thrusting inside you in a harsh pace. You were sure had it not been for yoongi's before hand arrangements the canvas would have gave in by now, you were glad that yoongi was so good at planning things and paying attention to little things, it made you love him even more.
You couldn't help but stare in awe at the man who you claimed to love with all you heart, his forehead glistening with sweat as the light from the ceiling lights brightened his features, the way his deep throat grunts were edging you off and when his fingers rubbed circles against your clit you finally gave in, feeling the white blanket covering your vision again as stars danced in front of you, your release seeming to trigger even yoongi's as he came into you with one last thrust.
His body slumping on top of yours while you trying to catch your breathe, yoongi slipped from on top of you before pulling you to him, a quick peck pressed to your hairline with a i love you. It didn't end just then though, yoongi had promised you a lot more rounds after that too so that's exactly what you guys did.
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"Hey yoongi hyung!" Jungkook's calling drew yoongi out from the kitchen where he was helping you, he headed to where the maknae was, yoongi's steps flattering slightly when he saw where the youngest was standing, his eyes fixed on the same spot where jungkook was looking at, "yea?" Yoongi tried to play it cool but the way the maknae looked so focused had him feeling an itch of nervousness inside him, "you never told me that you were getting so good at painting." Jungkook's comment made the elder laugh, as his eyes jumped from jungkook to the canvas hung covering one of yoongi's living room wall, a whole series of flashback shooting through his mind at the images.
"It just slipped my mind." Yoongi mumbled out looking back to jungkook for a quick moment before his eyes wandered away to where you were inside the kitchen, an evil mischievous grin plastered on your face while you mouthed a 'Suits you.' in yoongi's direction before jin walks in to talk to you about something.
"It's kind of impressive how nice you have used the brush strokes."
Oh jungkook only if you knew.
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nexus (m) part 2
pairing: ot7 x freader smut: yoongi x reader chp-focus: jjk, ksj, myg
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate, took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest
summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to
characters: detective!jungkook, bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin
genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au
wordcount: 7k
warnings: explicit smut, rough sex, todays theme is JEALOUSY, manipulated consent (emotional blackmail), teasing, manhandling, fingering, dirty talk, breast play, crying, penetrative sex, rough oral (m), power plays, a very sexually charged card game and limo ride, a whole lot of SEXUAL TENSION, jin is a FLIRT, suggested dacryphilia, toxic relationships (jin sir pls u good), petnames--princess, mourning/angst, jungkook is hot and COLD (tsundere), obsessive themes, blackmail, guns, character death (nonrelevant), alcohol, gambling, fear, mention of psychiatric treatment
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The smell. The distinct smell of false hope. Strong enough to cover the heaps of despair and loss which built it. The casino was ever lively—money on the table, green on green. The sounds of hearty laugher audible over the subdued jazz. Behind the polished bar, Yoongi watched over the crowd with caution. A smile painted on his face like art, unmoving but beautiful to those who looked upon him. He’d chat up his patrons, expertly pouring drinks, movements fluid as he created liquored masterpieces. The trust he held, like a chemist preparing a cure. Their lives locked in his palms.
He excused himself, towel thrown over his shoulder. His all black uniform a welcome contrast to his pale skin. Like a shadow he slipped into the back office. Within a small desk drawer was his pistol. A custom model—the five-letter branding so subtle only those who knew would be able to find it.
He held the weight of the gun in his hand. Nimble fingers tracing along it’s contours. The metal was cold to touch—and he hated it. He hated the life he had been thrown into against his will. But he did it for you.
And you hardly knew. You were utterly blind to the leash which held a vigorous hold around his neck. Even on nights where you’d kiss him so sweetly he could almost forgive you.
Ears tingling from the absence of the pounding music, deep-set laugher. Laughter only those with no care in the world could afford. The silence reminiscent of the void in his heart. He loaded the weapon. Locked in the cartridge and stared down the barrel. You’d look beautiful with it stuffed down your throat. But more likely, it would be Jin pointing it down his.
Tucking the gun in his back pocket, his shoulders relaxed.
A window to the casino floor showed a weak reflection. The fear in his eyes still hiding amongst theatrics of bravery. The fear that the Kim heir had beaten into him with his raw fists. The crooked man who you worshipped was a menace. But you worshipped the ground he walked on, and Yoongi simply couldn’t break the spell.
He returned to the bar. Smile wide with charisma. Despite the pulse of the casino around him, the weight of the gun dragged him down. A harrowing reminder of who he belonged to.
Yoongi hated gambling. It was his least favorite thing about you, yet you knew not of the high-stakes gamble he played almost every night. With every strategically poured drink and every charming conversation, he collected fragments of information, forging alliances and defying destiny. With every step, he embodied the dual essence of a bartender and a gangster—making him a valuable piece in Kim Seokjin’s game.
“Promise me something” The night before, you looked at him with so much adoration, he swore he could melt into your touch.
“Don’t fall in love with me. Because I can never love you back”
His lips parted, shocked—breathing in. Met in seconds with a kiss so incredibly hot that he could feel the burn even hours later. His palms immediately cupping your cheeks, lips pressed tight against yours, unwavering. The pain searing with your words made him dizzy. Made him nauseous. You were sickening, addictive and he craved you insatiably.
Deeping the kiss as he tilted your head back more. Eyes shut—lost in the feeling. Everything vanished. There was only him. Only you.
He pulled you in closer—lifting you into his arms. Soft moans escaping but neither of you separated for long. He didn’t want to part. Didn’t want to breathe. He wanted to be consumed by the crippling mess you were. Lips sliding across your jaw—peppering hot kisses down your neck. Your fingers weaving through his hair, guiding him. He gripped your hips gently, knee slotting between your legs.
“Promise me, Yoongi” You exhaled quietly, breath uneven, shaky. “I need you to say it”
Yoongi’s teeth grazed over your ear as he grunted in irritation. Fingers intertwining with yours he finally backed away, meeting your eyes.
“We can’t do this unless you promise” Exasperated, he cupped your face again, thumb tracing your bottom lip fondly. You grabbed his wrist, begging him with your eyes. Your voice was quiet. So quiet he could feel your words without hearing them. Lust burned in his gaze—eyes darkening.
The pain was delicious. The ache burning in his heart. He had never entertained the thought of ever having feelings for you. Never rendered the possibility. He understood the arrangement well. But hearing you say it. Seeing the way you looked at him. The way you kissed him, let him touch you, let him make love to you night after night.
“Yoongi, please” Words had a way of ruining the most beautiful things. Yoongi wondered if he had just stayed quiet, would the pain never come? You began clawing at his shirt, popping the buttons off one by one. Yoongi hissed, tugging at your lip warningly. Blinking at you for a second, he seemed to weigh his options. He lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around him.
Staring at you a moment, everything slowed down. He grew annoyed. Why would you say that to him—you didn’t know him. You had no way of knowing whether or not you could love him so why cut off the possibility? Would it really be so wrong? He would care for you. Far better than any of those Kim bastards ever could, anyway.
“Yoongi” You screamed, back slammed against the wall. His hands hovered over your shoulders, fingers hooked under the straps of your bra. Swiftly he pulled them off, allowing it to fall into a puddle on the floor, his shirt following. Yoongi simply chuckled, pushing two fingers down your throat.
Yoongi pulled his fingers out, smirking slightly at the way your eyes quivered. He slid his hand down your body, under your panties so he could paint your quivering cunt with his wet fingers. He watched you carefully as he drew small, tight circles on your clit. His other hand on your neck, thumb tilting your chin up to face him.
“Yoongi stop” Your voice was tiny, almost afraid. The sound only made his heart pound.
“Fuck no” He growled. He dipped his fingers into your cunt, allowing his palm to flatten as you unconsciously grinded your hips against it. Curling his finger, he pumped in and out of you—your eyes rolling back. His lips going down your chest, dragging your bra down with his teeth till he could round his lips over your tender nipples.
A loud moan left your lips, causing him to hiss. Pulling his finger out he turned you around, pushing your chest against the wall before gripping your panties and tearing them in two. It burned against your skin, a dizzying sensation in your head as you heard the fabric rip. Immediately he pumped two fingers back inside, teeth grazing over your shoulders. His belt unlatched, you felt his hard cock slap against your ass. He pushed you down, bending you over with a hand tight on your neck, holding you steady.
“Who the fuck do you think you are huh? You came onto me, bitch. You don’t call the shots anymore, I do” You whimpered as his thick head pushed in. He lifted you onto his cock, chest pressed up tight against yours—looking nowhere except deep into your eyes.
You sank down so perfectly. Your tight walls hot against his pulsing length. Your legs wrapped around his waist so tight he could barely move. It was emotional, the way you held onto him as he rolled his hips, pulsing into you. Staggered breaths. Sweat on his forehead.
Harder. His hips jerked at the sound of your pussy, dripping out with his every move. Your eyes blasted with lust—lips parted, so incredibly fucked out with pleasure it had him salivating. Pretty little moans as he fucked into you.
Tight. Fast. Lost in your sensation. Eyes rolling to the back of his head.
His lips nipped at your jaw, tasting the sweat glazed over your skin.
“Where can I come?” His voice was hoarse. Low and broken with need. You stilled yourself, sliding off of his throbbing cock until you found your feet and stood. Within seconds you slid to your knees, mouth wide open—eager to please.
He swore you had never looked more beautiful.
He admired your face. Lips swollen, pressing his flushed tip between them, eyes wide with a false innocence. Swiping the drool away from the edge of your lips. You let your tongue wrap around his length, cautiously, exploring across his veins, watching his reactions as you tightened your cheeks around him.
Yoongi’s eyes rolled back, hissing as you began to bob your head up and down. Sloppy, saliva dripping everywhere, the obscene sounds exemplified by you taking him throat-deep, gagging all over. He chanted like a mantra, “Just like that…fuck…just like that”
Both hands on his base, you worked him vigorously, enjoying his throaty moans echoing throughout the room. He bucked his hips, tugging at your jaw as he pushed further down your throat. “Always so good to me”
His hand moved to your forehead, his grip on your head leading you along his shaft, urging you to go faster. He thrusted his hips forwards, forcing you to take him all the way. Fucking your face roughly.
“You can take it, I know you can baby come on” Back and forth, he pulled his cock all the way out, letting you catch your breath before stuffing you full once again. You squealed around him, smacking your lips, pouring yourself into your movements.
Every fiber of his body shuddered as he came, twitching and jerking as he spilled deep in your throat. You licked up every last drop.
He dreaded the silence that followed the beautiful storm. He pulled you into an embrace before you could think too card. Laying you down, peppering you with kisses. Loving ones.
He didn’t know you, and you didn’t know him.
But he wanted to change that. He wanted to fight.
He nuzzled into your neck. Sweet. You blinked back tears. He saw this, growing concerned. “Baby I—I didn’t mean to be rough”
You shook your head, sniffling. “It’s not you I just” The tears spilled down your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart wrenched, reaching to wipe them away. His touch endearing. “I don’t want to hurt you”
Yoongi pressed his lips against yours. Long, sweetly. A tired, exasperated kiss that seemed to say you’re incredibly, utterly perfect.
“I just don’t make promises I can’t keep”
You had cast a spell on him and he was undoubtedly cursed.
The next morning, Kim Seokjin had arrived at the suite. The broad man appeared much friendlier in person than the magazine shoots he had seen him in with his infamous mother. Likely his same age, he was undeniably handsome. Brown eyes that incited mischief, yet with a softness that was almost genuine.
Almost.
You had answered the door, wearing a fluffy casino robe. Unphased when you saw your dear friend. He looked at you briefly, before his eyes shifted to Yoongi who was still in bed.
“Morning princess” Tone was steady, smile evident, but Yoongi could see the irritation in his eyes.
“Hey” You greeted him politely. “Did you need something?”
Jin’s gaze was locked on Yoongi. “Actually, I’m here to talk to him” You seemed to pout. “Don’t worry, it’s just work stuff. Give us a minute, okay?”
Reluctantly, you wandered off.
Jin painted another smile on his face, entering the room. He walked up to where Yoongi had stepped out of bed. “Yoongi—right? I’ve heard great things about the tips you bring in”
There it was. The tricky power games that were synonymous with Kim Seokjin’s reputation.
“Yes sir”
Jin grinned at his attitude. “Now, Yoongi. Man to man. Where do you see this” He gestured his hand, “Going?”
Yoongi pursed his lips. He knew getting involved with these kinds of people was always complicated. But he was in too deep. He wasn’t going to give up on you just over some baseless threats. What he really wanted to know—was how the fuck Jin knew where you were? Was this motherfucker having you followed?
“She came onto me, sir”
“Oh I know” Jin chuckled, “She was nursing a broken heart, poor thing. My idiotic brother crushed her, so she’s acting out”
Namjoon. Yoongi recalled.
Jin’s gaze was intense—serious now, in contrast to his playfulness earlier. “I want you to understand something, Yoongi.” He took a seat on the bed. Leaning back, his hair flipped over his forehead. “I’m allowing this. For now.”
“Sir”
“There will be a time where I’ll need you to back off. And you’ll do it, otherwise your dean is going to get an interesting phone call”
Yoongi swallowed thickly. He didn’t like being threatened. How could you live like this? Did these guys interfere in every part of your life?
“Yes sir” He responded, humbly. Jin seemed satisfied.
“One last thing” Jin stood up, brushing the dust off of the lapel of his designer suit. He rest his hand on Yoongi’s bare shoulder. Skin cold to touch. Grip firm. “Hurt her, and I will kill you”
You made your way back eventually, noticing Yoongi’s shifted demeanor.
“Sorry, I know Jin is a lot sometimes” You kissed him, crawling into his lap where he sat, defeated. “He’s just looking out for me. We’re like best friends”
Yoongi scoffed. How naïve could you be? He knew crazy when he saw it, and that man was no friend of yours. He looked at you, eyes softening once he saw how cutely you were grinning.
“I’m glad he approved” You beamed at him. “This means, we can like, actually hang out…if you want”
God, of course he did. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked. Interestingly, Jin was welcome to Yoongi after that day. You would bring him along on weekend getaways, Monaco, Bali, Paris and Milan. Jin would be there, occupied by his own vices while you and Yoongi got lost in a honeymoon haze. Sharing your darkest thoughts under the eastern sunrise, to hushed confessions under the northern stars. He learned you. Knew you like the back of his hand. Your quirks, likes, irritations and dreams.
“You’ve seriously never had feelings for him?” He asked you one day. You made a face.
“I’ve only ever loved Namjoon” Ouch.
Yoongi was skeptical. Frankly because Yoongi knew you were in love with him from the way your eyes would light up talking about him. Your memories from childhood, or the intimate laughs the two of you would share. You followed him like a little lamb, adapting his crazy lifestyle and engaging with his elitist friends. And after the glimmering lights would go down, you’d make your way to Yoongi, who was…
What was he?
A dog. You had him on a leash, Jin had him in a cage. He was a mutt allowed to you out of pity, to distract you from the real things that were controlling your life. Yoongi’s job was to give you a semblance of control. A sexual outlet, a shoulder to lean on.
And Yoongi hated you. Hated who you were around Jin and hated that no matter what he did, Jin would be a huge part of your life. Even if he did somehow, miraculously, make you fall in love with him, make you feel for him what he did for you without a doubt—Jin would still have control. Yoongi was useless in his shadow. It enfuriated him. Drove him mad. What lengths would he have to go to get you? What would it take for Kim Seokjin to back the fuck off and let you live your own life?
But your life was never your own. And now here he was, all the loyalty paid off into dust as he tended the bar at your engagement party. It was ridiculous. Did he truly mean so little to you—that he wasn’t even a guest? Let alone the fact that it infuriated him you had to marry one of these twisted, god-awful Kim boys against your will.
In front of him, the man of the hour—the so-called Kim Taehyung, sat with a dirty smirk on his face, eyes drilled onto the pair of die rolling in his palm.
“So”
It was in the job description. Make conversation with the guests. Yoongi had been around long enough to know how to make men like Kim Taehyung feel great about themselves, in more ways than one.
“Been a while since you’ve been home huh”
He set down the shaker, straining the drink mix into a margarita glass with a slight flick of his wrist. Taehyung watched the steady pour of the liquid.
“Absolutely” He smiled, although Yoongi could tell it was fake. “I had to come home. See my family—my brothers. After all,” He flashed his forearm at Yoongi, where the Kim crest was neatly tattooed, same as his brothers.
Yoongi squinted. He knew about the tattoo. He had seen it, both on Namjoon and Jin. He knew they got it after their mother died. But as far as he knew, Taehyung had left at a fairly young age, not keeping in contact with his family. Taehyung hadn’t been around for his mother’s death.
Right? Yoongi pursed his lips. Taking another look, he watched Taehyung carefully. Round eyes, thick lips, small fingers in which the dice rolled.
He looked familiar. Yoongi swore he must have seen this man somewhere before. He knew nothing of where Taehyung had been for the past ten years. According to you, no one did.
“Please excuse me,” Nodding politely, Yoongi rushed off into the storage room. Grabbing his phone, he googled the man you were about to get engaged to.
Kim Taehyung.
Nothing.
Nothing at all—not even so much as a media article on the engagement. No photographs, nothing.
But I know I’ve seen you somewhere.
He went to his own camera roll, scrolling aimlessly in an attempt to jog his memory. Would it have been school? The casino? He couldn’t figure it out.
Until he saw it.
A group picture. From a dinner one of his professors had invited him to. There he was—Kim Taehyung.
Except there was no way, Yoongi would have remembered if he met someone with that name. Was he going by an alias? Who was he?
Dialing his professor, he gulped the sour bitterness in his mouth.
“Yoongi? Odd time to be calling—is everything alright?” His professor greeted him kindly.
“Hi sir. Sorry about that I just have a quick question. That dinner you invited us out to…there was another person there who was not a student. Could I know their name?”
His professor chuckled, “Oh, sure. That was Park Jimin—he was a student of mine who now runs a private practice, pretty upscale clients apparently.”
Hanging up abruptly, Yoongi ran back out to the bar.
Yoongi didn’t like anything about it. But he had little time to ponder over it when suddenly you walked in, and he swore his heart stopped.
He couldn’t breathe.
Because it finally hit him. Had he told you everything he held inside? Had he made sure he savored every last second he had you? He couldn’t think. His mind went blank, red with rage—even moreso when Taehyung stood up in front of him and went to go see you.
He watched as he pulled you onto the dance floor—you hate dancing, Yoongi thought to himself. He watched as the man touched you, the lust in his eyes shamelessly evident.
He felt like throwing up. He prayed and prayed that you would stop. He wanted you to get away from him, he wanted you to be in his arms.
And his prayers were answered, as the ceremony was brought to a startling halt.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”
Yoongi’s eyes darted towards the small ensemble of law enforcement that pushed through the crowd towards you, led by a man in a dark coat. Handcuffs clicked around your wrists and you were being dragged out. Yoongi ran to the entrance before they could take you—reaching out with assurance
“Y/n—listen to me” Your eyes were void of emotion. Frozen with complete and utter shock at the news. “Don’t say anything without a lawyer okay? I will meet you at the station with bail money”
You nodded slowly, but Yoongi wasn’t convinced you had heard him.
You were gone. Arrested. Yoongi spun around to scan the crowd—it was a critical time after all. Where was Namjoon? Yoongi looked on, searching for the Kim heir who was nowhere to be seen. His eyes landed instead on Taehyung who stood in the middle of the dance floor, a small tug at the edge of his lips.
Playing with those goddamn dice.
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Jungkook’s mind went blank when he saw you. Breath quite literally stolen from his lungs. Never in a million years would he admit just how pretty you looked tonight. The soft fabric of your engagement dress fell against your body just right. Your face glowed, glitter on your eyes. Diamond choker on your neck—simple and yet dazzling.
Your lips were his favorite. Plump and glossy pout on your bored face. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to taste you. He wanted to tear it all off and ruin you.
Jungkook wasn’t cruel. He didn’t intend on arresting you in front of everyone. But the vile jealousy that built in his chest when he saw the way your fiancée, Kim Taehyung, sweep you onto the dance floor—he couldn’t help it.
The burning sight of Taehyung’s hands on your waist, face a breath away from yours, lips so close to your neck. The way he looked at you—way you looked at him. You barely knew this man—how could you look at him like that?
He had to stop it. Fists clenching he decided to arrest you then and there. The way your face fell when you saw him was priceless. You seized up at his touch, the soft click of the cuffs around your wrists where your ringless fingers lay limp. Slow, shaky, tears budding in your eyes but never spilling.
Oh how he would love to see you cry.
The moment he had you outside, all hell broke loose. You were livid. Dragging your ankles into the ground like a little brat. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook decided it would be far easier to toss you over his shoulder rather than continue putting up with your antics.
“Put me down you fucking asshole, I didn’t do this!” You screamed, kicking your pointy heels into his back. “Where the fuck is Namjoon huh? Why aren’t you arresting him, if anyone had motive—”
Jungkook suppressed an urge to snap back at you. Setting you down harshly, he pinned you against the side of his car, forearm by your cheek.
He paused, looking deep into your eyes. The rise and fall of your chest calling him closer. You glared at him with such spite. Such disgust. The thought of planting his lips on yours crossed his mind. Put that all that pent up anger to good use.
“Fuck you Jeon Jungkook” You hissed, your hot breath against his cheek. “I’m gonna get you thrown off this fucking case you piece of shit”
“That’s enough” His fingers gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him, “Do you really think any other officer in there is going to take on a case to arrest Kim Namjoon for murder? This is my chance to finally tear that stupid family to pieces and I’m not letting a spoilt little cunt like you get in my way”
Jungkook hadn’t realized how loud his voice got by the end. You looked petrified, nodding slowly. His heart squeezed as he could see a tear forming at the corner of your eye.
He let you go. Shit. Your best friend had died. You likely were just hearing about it. Clearly in denial or putting on a brave face for him. For the crowds. Turning away, he opened the door.
“Just get in”
Huffing, you did as he said, slamming the door closed. Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine as he looked over at you again. A tear finally spilled from your eyes, causing Jungkook’s heart to jump. Dammit. Reaching nervously into his coat, he pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to you.
His fingers brushed against yours as you took it. Your skin was cold—instinctively he grabbed your hand. You flinched at his touch, pulling away but Jungkook grabbed it again, tightly, pulling it back towards him. His hold unwavering.
“I am sorry for your loss” Jungkook’s eyes softened with something bordering concern. Gulping he released your hand, diverting his gaze. A reluctant blush painting his cheeks.
Jungkook knew you weren’t his culprit. As much as he loathed you, he had no vested interest in your demise. You were collateral damage. Unfortunately for him, the Kim’s had police tucked deep in their silver lined pockets. He had to be careful. Someone was always watching.
Clearing his throat, he put the car in drive, pushing the temperature higher to help you warm up. Turning out of the parking lot, he figured he should try and get some information off record before everything you would say would literally get used against you.
“Where were you last night?”
You scoffed. “You’re not getting a fucking word out of me.”
God, he forgot what a pain in the ass you could be. Spoilt brat. “Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was stern. “I can make your life hell, or I can help you. And trust me, I’m not someone you want as an enemy”
You chuckled bitterly, “Yeah because otherwise you’d be fucking obsessed with me like you are with the Kim’s”
He slammed his hand against the wheel. “Answer the damn question, Y/n”
“Getting ready for my engagement—which you crashed, by the way”
Jungkook’s tongue rolled against his cheek. “You didn’t want to marry Kim Taehyung, did you?” He needed to know. Needed to be sure you didn’t actually care for that man.
You grinned. “Why, you jealous?”
He looked you dead in the eye. “Yes”
That shut you up. Jungkook bit back a smile as you processed his response. “Enough with the attitude. Who was making you do this—was it Jin?”
You groaned, tugging at your handcuffs in irritation. “No, it was Namjoon.”
Jungkook pursed his lips. That wasn’t true. He debated if he should tell you now or wait until you reached the precinct so you could see it with your own eyes. He had hard evidence that painted Namjoon even more so as the culprit.
Jin wanted you to marry Taehyung.
Namjoon didn’t.
⟶ One Day before the Murder ⟵
The scratch of a record. A soft echo of jazz filled the glass walls as Namjoon stood, staring out the window. The 52nd floor. Looking out at people scurrying in the dark, small as ants, truly meaningless. His employees thought he was given this office, unaware of the blood spilt for him to truly position himself as the inheritor of Kim Enterprises.
Namjoon was forged in the shadows of the charming, alluring Kim Seokjin. And Kim Seokjin was gold—magazines chased him, models threw themselves at him, colleges begged for him to attend. To the world, Jin was perfect. Which meant Namjoon had to ascend perfection.
So he did.
Jin would spend his nights partying while Namjoon would study hard. Seokjin would sleep around while Namjoon ran for miles. Seokjin would get lost in the limelight, drugs, alcohol, sex—Namjoon abstained. He was focused on one thing: he wanted his throne.
The 52nd floor was his right. The cage he had built for himself. Here he was untouchable.
Here he felt, absolutely broken. Alone. Moreso because he had spent the day preparing for your wedding. His heart ached inside his chest. He wanted to vomit. Each time he’d see your name on a wedding card or an article, he felt like he was getting brutally stabbed in the chest.
You probably didn’t know. Of course you didn’t—but Namjoon had grown truly fond of you lately. Jin had moved out at a young age, wanting to freely bring home sexual partners. You and Namjoon remained living at the Kim mansion for a few years now. The two of you had a banter—ever since the night he took advantage of you, he knew you no longer had feelings for him. He had seen the way you changed after that. While he was ridden with guilt, the hurt made you blossom into someone else entirely. You became confident, sexy, and never let a day go by that Namjoon didn’t regret treating you better.
He kept you at a distance because he needed to stay focused, but things were getting too real now. You were getting married.
You were leaving him.
And he only recently admitted to himself that he loved living with you. He loved the way you would bug him while he worked. Loved the way you would throw little tantrums when you couldn’t figure out what to wear, or after a shopping spree you would come home and try on everything for him, ignoring anything he would have to say. He would miss walking past your room to see you lying on your sheets, blanket on the floor, pillow tucked in your hold—sound asleep. He’d pick it up and cover you, admiring your face as he did.
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”
Like a punch in the gut, Namjoon let out a sharp breath. Turning, he faced his college friend, Jung Hoseok.
Namjoon hated being vulnerable. So Hoseok was a great friend to have—because he was hardly ever in town, being a self-made supermodel. He was low risk. Disposable.
“No” Namjoon grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Hoseok chuckled, seating himself on Namjoon’s desk chair. He was wearing a bright blue jumpsuit—hair a shocking silver white.
“I can’t tell you how many bets I have that you’d fall for her one day. Damn, I’m gonna be rich”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I didn’t fall for her. I don’t give a shit about her”
Hoseok scoffed, “Mhm, sure. What I don’t get is why this fucking wedding is happening. You’re the heir now can’t you call it off? Don’t marry the woman you love off to your brother, that’s just fucked up man”
There were many times he wanted to tell you the truth. But he had worked too hard to give up his dream for you. When his mother died, Jin had agreed to surrender his birth-right to the company on two conditions.
“In exchange for the company, one of the things I had to promise Jin was that this marriage would happen”
Hoseok raised his eyebrows. “Really?” He rubbed his chin, “Interesting. What’s that about?”
Namjoon shrugged, turning back to the window. It was something he often wondered. If Jin cared about you so much—why would he force you to have an arranged marriage? To Taehyung, of all people. Taehyung who none of them had seen for over ten years. Taehyung whose whereabouts only Jin knew. And his mother, of course.
“I don’t know. But I agreed” And he knew you wouldn’t forgive him for that if you knew. He rolled his neck, denying the tears building in his eyes as he thought about you in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle next to him as he let you go. Forever.
He didn’t want your hand to leave his. He wanted to be on the other side. He wanted you to come towards him.
“What was the other condition?” Hoseok’s voice shattered his fantasy.
“He wanted to keep Nexus—Y/n’s mom’s company that my mother got in the will. I didn’t give a shit about it so.”
Hoseok raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly. “Nexus, huh” He mumbled under his breath. Licking his lips, he pulled out his phone. “Kim Seokjin—just what are you up to you little bastard?”
Namjoon pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket, lighting it quietly. Taking a quick puff, he exhaled the smoke.
"I can't let her do this" His voice was hoarse. "I can't do this to her. She deserves to choose"
Hoseok rolled his eyes, standing up and walking besides Namjoon. Pulling the cigarette from his fingers, he grinned widely.
"I thought you’re the smart one, Namjoon. Jin's the problem. Get rid of him"
It wasn't as if the idea never crossed his mind. Namjoon hated Jin. Everything about Jin make him want to vomit, and yet, this was a line he couldn't cross.
Could he?
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“All in”
Jin cursed inwardly. Your long fingernails traced along the edge of your cards, eyes flickering between your hand and the man in front of you. Dim casino lights accentuating the glitter on your lids, the pop of your lush lips which were grinning ever so slightly. You always looked gorgeous to him but tonight you were something else entirely.
His breath was heavy, palms sweating as he clenched his fists in desperation to keep it together. To keep his hands off. You blinked his way, innocently as if you were unaware of the teasingly low cut of your dress. The spill of your chest as you pushed your chips towards him.
As if that wasn’t enough. You laid your cards down right in front of him. Sliding them across the table. Pair of kings.
Jin didn’t even care. You would always win. And he loved that about you. It was as though you knew his thoughts before he even had them, always one step ahead, reading between the lines. You were a force to be reckoned with ever since Jin first took you to a backroom poker game years ago. With pride he’d observe your nonchalance—sending bratty chaebols running to their mother’s in tears after you swindled them out of their trust funds.
Seeing you at the table was something else. When you were in your element, your eyes would light up with a fierce blaze. With a slight of hand, you turned thousands into millions overnight. But you were never in it for the money.
You were in it for the kill.
“Fuck this, come here” Tossing his own cards aside, he beckoned for you to come to him. He needed to touch you. He couldn’t hold back.
Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you into his lap. Your scent was intoxicating. Familiar, and yet addictive. He placed his lips softly against your neck. You giggled, pulling away but he wasn’t about to let that happen.
“When did you get so pretty?” His finger trailed up your neck, tilting your chin up. Things had been tense between the two of you. The soft touches, the lingering stares—he was flirting with you. He knew he was, but he wanted to. So badly he wanted to tease you, rile you up and watch you unfold. It had taken every ounce of his self-restraint not to touch you in the shower that morning—something which hadn’t left his mind since.
“I’ve always been pretty” Your response was cocky, as expected. “You’re usually too drunk to notice”
“That” He nipped at your jaw between each word, making you giggle in the process “Is not true”
He allowed his fingers to aimlessly brush against your thighs. He looked at you enticingly, nothing but mischief on his mind. He pinched the fabric of your dress between his fingers, wanting to tear the damn thing off. Your hand covered his, halting him in his tracks.
“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop” He sighed into your skin, tongue licking under your jaw. Your sweet skin was addicting to taste, and it didn’t help that he could feel you trembling in his hold. You were confused, he knew you were. But he could see that you wanted him. He could feel it.
He hugged you closer—chest to chest, feeling the drum of your heart on his. He wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. He was so sure he had never been attracted to you this way. Of course he loved you, there was never any question about it. But you had been like a sister to him your whole life. Lately he found himself wanting you in a way he shouldn’t. He couldn’t.
Because you were getting engaged to his younger brother. And he had known that all along.
“Jin,” Your voice was barely a whisper, “Why?” It was a valid question. One he was not ready to answer. His advances had hardly been subtle.
“You said I wasn’t giving you enough attention. So here we are. Just me…” His finger trailed up your thigh, “you” From the table, he pulled out a single card, twisted between two fingers which he slid down the side of your face before pulling it away so sharply, a drop of blood trickled from your cheek.
“And a deck of cards” He leaned in, lips brushing against the tiny cut in a soft peck.
“Stop fucking around Jin” Standing up from his lap, you looked him dead in the eye. “I’m getting married to Taehyung. Your brother, who you love.”
Jin tilted his head in irritation. He absolutely hated being told no, it wasn’t something he typically had to deal with. Frustration boiled in his veins, the confusion so overwhelming it made his head spin.
The reality that he was falling for you. Hard.
He gulped, staring at you. Eyes softening as silence filled the air. He felt choked, throat gripping in anticipation of what he should say next—if he would actually say what he knew you both were feeling out loud.
There was a knock on the door. Instinctively, Jin grabbed your wrist, holding it firmly.
“Mr. Kim, you have a phone call”
The door opened, allowing one of Jin’s guards to walk in and hand him his cell. You motioned to excuse yourself, mouthing the word 'bathroom'.
Jin nodded, pressing the cell to his ear.
“Mr. Kim,”
The distorted voice through the phone gave him chills. His heart pounded through his head, veins pulsing with anger.
“Did you forget about me?”
He glanced at his guard—whose eyes were questioning him with worry. He tensed his shoulders before nodding at his guards softly, indicating for them to act accordingly.
“You’re making this too easy Kim. Shouldn’t leave your most prized possession unattended. I could just snap her pretty neck”
Jin could only hear his own racing pulse. Anxiety gripping his chest with desperation—you couldn’t be in danger. He had no idea the chaos that would ensue if there was even a scratch on your body under his watch.
“Then again, I’d much rather snap yours”
Jin lunged forward, a mere millisecond before a bullet shot through, piercing his guard in the gut. The man fell over, not before two more guards arrived in a panic. Blood began to pool on the dark red carpet. It was almost despicable how the color matched.
Jin felt dizzy, his body acting purely on instinct where his mind simply couldn’t catch up. He could feel a heaviness in his throat, but now was not the time. Where were you—you went to the bathroom—he had to get you out of here— and so he ran. Faster than he ever had. Mind empty except for the need to keep you safe.
Slipping quickly through the hall, Jin rushed over to the bathroom, locked from the inside. He pounded against the door, a sweat breaking across his forehead. What if—no. Don’t think like that.
He shuddered, imagining the worst. Throwing himself at the door, he screamed out in frustration.
“Y/n!” He never used your name. Not unless it was serious. “It’s me, we need to go, now” He paused, catching his breath as he heard the lock click from the inside. The door swung open and there you were, a disoriented look on your face.
“What’s going on—” Without so much as a second thought, Jin grabbed your wrist, pulling you through a back exit—ignoring the blaring fire alarms that went off as he kicked the door open. His guards pulled a car around.
Settling in the back seat with you glued to his side, he barked at his guards “Safehouse, now”
He was trembling. Not even realizing how tightly he was still holding your hand. So lost that he didn’t hear you calling his name frantically—“Jin what the fuck is going on?”
A shaky exhale left his lips at your words. Almost out of sheer desperation he turned, pulling you into his lap where he cupped your face. You were so close. Close enough that he could almost taste the sweat on your neck. You held him, allowing his hands to roam your body in assurance that you were alive. That you were okay.
He tried not to entertain the thought. To appreciate that you had survived, but his mind couldn’t help but wander as he gazed into your sweet eyes—what the fuck would he have done if something had happened to you?
His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips. He gulped. He needed you. Tempted to slam his lips onto yours, but instead just breathing you in, letting his eyelashes brush against your face. Holding you in a tight embrace. Tears rolling down his face.
It was as though in that moment, everything became so clear. For a moment he swore that nothing made more sense than you in his arms. You consumed him. You were a fever, he woke up burning, went asleep in sweats—he craved you, like a man on the brink of insanity. If this was love, he wanted to drown in it. He couldn’t breathe—not if you weren’t besides him. You were beautiful, flawed, and simply everything he ever wanted.
“I can’t—”
He choked on a sob, looking at you again. There was more said in those two simple words. Everything he needed to communicate, and he knew you would understand “Princess, I can’t”
The tears fell harder. His walls came crashing down, all he had held back seemed to overflow. The fear of losing you triggering so many pent up emotions that he couldn’t take it. His body trembled.
“Fuck” He cried out in frustration, almost tasting your lips against his own. Fingers tightly intertwined in your hair. He didn’t have it in him anymore. He couldn’t hold back.
Except he had to.
“Jin,” Your tone shifted. He understood it—it was pleading. Your eyes were wide with confusion, with want. Your lips—your sweet lips, he could only image how amazing they would feel. The world would fade away in an instant and he would be lost in your touch. He would kiss you everywhere. All night long. He would never let go.
His breath was shaky, cutting his desire to cry harder. Letting his eyes fall shut, he pushed you off of him, turning his back towards you. He could hear you scoff and swore his heart shattered. He didn’t want to hurt you. He was equally perplexed at how quickly his love for you and surfaced within the past few days. It had been there all along, but now that you were forbidden, it came pouring out of his every move.
He shook his head. There was no point in starting something that couldn’t be finished. If he were honest with you, you would end up getting hurt in the worst way possible. If you knew all the lies he had told you, all the secrets he kept. All the ways in which he used you as a puppet for his own gain. Jin wasn’t proud of who he was. And surely, you deserved better.
“I’m sorry” The words hung heavy in the thick, disappointing silence. The tension throbbing in his veins as the drive continued on in the dark night.
The second the car pulled into the safehouse, you pushed yourself off of him—jumping out of the car. Jin followed as you began to run—grabbing your wrist before you could.
“Let go of me” You hissed, tugging at his grip.
“No” With a jerk of his arm he pulled you towards him.
Cricked chirped in the dead of the night—there was no living soul for miles. The stars shone brightly through the chilly wind and there you were.
Kissing him.
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⟶ Years before the murder ⟵
“Tell me about the dice”
Back & forth. The steady creaking of the bed as the patient sat, curled up into himself. Across the room Jimin sat, waiting, observing. The patient was staring into the palm of his hand. Two red die, rolling around in his palm.
He had been at it for a while, not uttering a single word. But Jimin was trained for this. He was nothing if not patient. He could dig at his patient for hours until he would get them to bend to his will. Persistence, determination, delayed gratification, these things came to him easily.
Jimin cleared his throat, “Nurses are telling me you throw a fit when they try to take those away from you. It must bring you a lot of comfort”
The patient continued to ignore him.
“I understand you are very fond of playing cards” Jimin flipped through his files. “Want to tell me about that? Do you like gambling?”
The patient stilled his wrist, closing his long fingers over the dice. “She gave them to me”
Jimin raised his eyebrows. Finally. He was breaking through to him. He was so close to getting what he needed he was practically salivating. So close to getting all the information he needed.
He set his notebook aside, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at his patient with sincerity. He was careful with the way he spoke, never wanting his patients to feel patronized, judged or scrutinized. He needed his patients to trust him. To confide in him without holding anything back.
“Why don’t you tell me about her, Taehyung?”
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Chimni
Ruler: Park Jimin
Crystal: Aquamarine
Capital: Quamari (qua-mar-ree)
Society
Like Sugaru, Chimni also closely follows Armi, keeping the Continent safe with ancient magic the Seers possess. It is a common practice to bless newborns with Armi's luck to let fate guide them as they grow. The people of Chimni are lucky because of this, which sometimes gets them into trouble when visiting other countries. Chimnians are positive and hopeful, a little stubborn too. Peace and harmony are the foundations of every household. The youth are respectful towards their elders. They keep the youth in check, which is why violence is a rare occurrence. Chimni is additionally a popular vacation spot. Its glittering cities and delightful scenery draw people in from other countries and lands, as it is a wonderful place to live out one's golden years.
Economy
Chimni profits from ore in the mountains, such as silver, copper, steel, and iron. The main treasure, however, are the precious gems within the caves. Aquamarine, diamond, and emerald are the 3 native crystals. They are sent out to jewelers and craftsmen across the Continent. There is another crystal as well. It is rare and can be found deep within Chimni's lakes: Omala. It is said to have healing properties. Freshwater fish is another source of income, in addition with grain and livestock.
Environment & Climate
Since Chimni is about halfway through the Continent, it experiences all kinds of weather: Heavy rain, high winds, scorching heat. An occasional winter storm will blow through from Joonia and Kooju. For most of the year, Chimni is gently warm with momentary cold flashes. Mountains and forests are littered across Chimni, lakes and rivers mapping the land. In northern Chimni, the soil is brittle and dry because of the cold. Further south, it is moist and fertile.
Jimin as High Seer
Background
Born to a human mother and High Fae father, Jimin did not have a nice childhood. He was often mocked, called “halfbreed” and “impure.” Because of this, Jimin struggled with his self-esteem and confidence growing up. He began loving himself for who he is in the early part of his first century of life. Losing his mother was incredibly tough. When his father tired of ruling Chimni, Jimin took the helm and became High Seer. The adjustment was difficult. Most of the fae turned their backs on him. The humans, however, loved him, thankful that their new leader understood them. His mother, nicknamed Mother of the Seer, is often included in their prayers. They are grateful to her for blessing the country with a half-human ruler.
Personality
Jimin is a kind and gentle soul. His relationship with his people is important to him. Though his connections with the fae are tenuous, Jimin is close with his human subjects. These are his mother’s people. Jimin is eternally thankful they accepted him. He can be mischievous at times, and his teasing can get him into trouble. He is handsome, and Jimin wields it to his advantage, alluring women and flustering men alike. He is headstrong and brave. Jimin is close with High Priest Yoongi of Sugaru. Yoongi is Armi’s direct voice, and Jimin occasionally receives visions from her. Some are vague; others are clear. Due to Jimin’s gift, this allows Chimni and Sugaru to have a dexterous relationship.
Hierarchy of the Seers
High Seer/Seeress
Seer/Seeress
Novice
Acolyte
Strongest branches of militia
Although the Continent is at peace, each country has prepared forces ready for battle. These forces are for external invasion rather than internal.
Chimni's strongest battalion is the aria (airforce). Since a small portion of Chimni is shared with the sea, it is an unlikely place of intrusion. Air patrols are vital to the safety of Chimni and its people.
Religion
Like Sugaru, Chimnians mainly practice armina. This is most common in human households. Other religions – catallia, jedwa, ismala, and lukana – are also present and practiced. The fae previously worshiped Armi, but after her death, they stopped and forgot her.
Important locations
Will be added
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HOME: The Supportive Boyfriend
•Summary: Min Yoongi meets his forever.
“Y/nah,” Yoongi pouted when you came out of the bathroom after getting dressed. Sara decided on a celebration at a club to end her bridal weekend that was filled with relaxation and pampering. Yoongi’s been busy with work as usual but he’s been working even harder so he would be able to take a few days off in preparation for your best friend’s wedding. “Do you really have to go? And dressed like that?”
“And what’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” You stood between his legs gently moving the hair away from his forehead as he looked up at you. You could swear you’d never get tired of admiring every small feature of his face. Nothing beats seeing his sleeping form, the way he looked so much more peaceful as opposed to stressing from work and life. “You had no complaints when I tried it on for you.”
“You’re showing a lot of skin. You might catch a cold so you should wear a really long coat.” You bent down to kiss him on the lips then walked over to the mirror to make sure you were satisfied with your look. “Seriously though jagi, call me if you need me. For anything. If anyone is getting too touchy or anything.” His hands rubbed the outside of your thighs already feeling a chill on your skin.
You returned to stand in front of him again after re-applying your lipstick and tugged on his hands for him to stand. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Promise me, Y/nah.”
“Dramatic!” You laughed and hugged him. “I promise I’ll call you if I need your help.I’ll keep you updated, okay?” Before you were able to make your escape he held on tight to your hand and pulled you in for another passionate kiss that made you reconsider going out. “I have to go Yoon.”
One more kiss turn into a second softer kiss and he finally surrendered.
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One last round of shots was enough for your group after the long night of having a good time.
Yoongs💜: I miss you. Be safe please.
“I’m dead!” Sara shouted over the music and took your hand leading you back to the booth where the serves supplied you plenty of drinks on Chungjae’s dime. One of her bridesmaids Yuna, Chungjae’s cousin, passed around bottles of water in an effort to keep everyone hydrated as you consumed alcohol throughout the night. “The van will be here in 5 so we should start heading out.” Yuna took her job of keeping watch of everyone seriously. She rented a party van to make sure you all made it back to your homes safely.
You and Sara exited and hastily made your way back into the apartment where Chung was waiting to pick her up. “I love you,” Sara threw her arms around you gripping you in a tight hug. It wasn’t until you felt a second pair of hands on your shoulder that you realized Yoongi. He guided your wobbly form to your bedroom where he sat you on the edge of your bed and removed your heels from your freezing feet.
“Do you want a bath? To help warm you up?” He was stood by the bathroom doorframe.
“No just want to go to bed,” you smiled giddily. Yoongi walked back in with a makeup remover wipe in hand. You were laying back on the bed leaning on your elbows as Yoongi helped you sit up right again.
“Come here,” he instructed. “Close your eyes.” You happily did as you were told allowing Yoongi to remover your lashes and then using the wipe to remove your face of the makeup.
“Yoongs,” you hiccuped. “Bed,” you pleaded with him but he didn’t relent.
He smiled thinking you were adorable when you were tipsy. Adorable but stubborn as hell. After disposing of the wipe he used a warm washcloth to freshen up your face. With his back turned you reached up to push the bed covers back ready to rest your eyes but Yoongi caught you once again. He crouched down in front of you. “We’ll lay down once I get you ready for bed, alright? Can we do that?”
You shook your head no and went to kiss him trying to pull him to the bed with you. “Y/n,” he scolded you even though it physically pained him not to give into you. “You’re freezing so if you’re not going to take a bath I need you to dress warmly. After that we can watch movies and stay in bed for the rest of the night but I need to dress you first.”
“You’re pretty,” you were looking into his eyes now wanting nothing more than to just be in his arms cozy under the covers. Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully as he got up to find clothes for you to change into. After getting you out of your dress and into fresh clothes you demanded Yoongi put on a movie and quickly get into bed with you. Much to his surprise your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you laid your head down leaving him to watch the rest of Ponyo by himself.
Yoongi shut the tv off and noticed the way you lightly gripped his shirt in your sleep before turning over to your side facing away from him. He took the opportunity to settle in with his chest against your back. His hand came up to rest on your waist when he heard you mutter “Yoongi..marry me.”
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maid for you | min yoongi
title: maid for you
pairing: painter/vamp!yoongi x maid/vamp!(f)reader
genre/rating: smut, supernatural, 18+
summary: you can’t deny it; you’re f*cked.
wc: 1.6k
warnings: mentions bl**d and m*rder, bl**d consumption, pet names, f*ngering, squ*rting, teasing, begging, swearing, errors maybe because i didn't look over this, let me know if i missed something
release date: march 10th, 2024; 12:09am est
note: so i was watching death’s game and got a little inspired lol. i’ve been trying to dabble in writing vampire fics so this might be a little cringe. anyway happy birthday to the loml. i’m still writing like 3 other fics for him this month, but until then… you all enjoy. divider by cafekitune.
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“Son of a bitch.”
You nearly slip and fall right on your ass when you enter the studio. Once again, he’s brought home some innocent sack of flesh and carved them into a masterpiece.
The fear still lingers in the scent of the scarlet liquid smeared across the floor. You push your own impulses to the back of your mind as you begin to clean up Yoongi’s mess like the “loyal” servant you are.
Not like you have a choice; it’s either this—or death.
Unlike the other creatures who have survived for eons in this world, your thirst for human blood has never been fulfilled. Though it calls your name as you drag the heavy mop across the porcelain tile, you can’t imagine indulging when you’re surrounded by humans everyday outside of this place.
You still have to live the life of someone who isn’t a freak. You aren’t some legacy put here to extend bloodlines. You’re just the product of a drunken night between strangers whose life should have ended in your twenties.
You’re just the one who didn’t die.
Every second you spend in this room makes you want to leave and never come back, but you know it is impossible. You made a deal with the devil for your life; there is no backing out.
After an hour or so, the room is spotless again.
As you’re cleaning the last section of the floor, you notice some of Yoongi’s artwork on the wall. Your face contorts into a grimace, knowing that there are people out there purchasing these. Somebody’s family member’s bodily fluids is splashed onto a canvas and is hanging on display in some billionaire’s home. It makes you angry knowing that it should have been you.
“Fucking asshole… I’m not cleaning this shit up anymore—Oh!”
You bump into something hard while you’re walking backwards. Thinking you’ve hit a wall, you don’t expect to see anyone when you turn around.
“Oh, you aren’t?”
Yoongi just stands there, watching you scramble for words.
“I-I didn’t know you were here. I…That was—”
“Save it,” he interrupts.
Once you are silenced, you lower your head. You feel a bit of shame burning in your cheeks, but it’s the least of your worries if he heard everything you’ve been saying while you thought you were alone.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to snap your neck if I felt like it.”
Shit. What the hell were you thinking?
“Sorry, I didn’t mean any of that.”
“Don’t lie,” he snaps.
He takes a step forward, and you take one back. You try to keep a safe distance between you as if you have a chance to escape. He’d catch you before you could leave the room.
“You’re an ungrateful little bitch, you know that?”
Unfortunately, you don’t know the room as well as you thought you did because your lower back hits a table, leaving you with nowhere else to go.
“I was just venting. Tell me you aren’t that old!”
He approaches you with his arms folded, leaving only a few inches to spare.
“Baby, you won’t live to see this age,” he boasts. “You don’t even feed yourself properly.”
“Who cares?”
He dips his fingers in a tiny drop of blood next to his tools. You scold yourself for missing something in plain sight, but you have to admit that your mind has been a little fuzzy lately.
“I used to care… But since you don't, why should I?”
You turn away when he tries to touch you with his crimson painted fingertip. The smell makes your nostrils flare, but you continue to fight the temptation. When you don’t accept his bloody digit, he places it on his tongue and savors the salty liquid coating his skin.
“Fuck you.”
“Point proven,” he concludes.
You still won’t look at him, but that doesn’t stop Yoongi from staring directly at you, observing reactions. “If you hate it so bad, why don’t you just end it?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
The couple of inches that stood between you are now gone as he steps closer. He’s so close that you’re afraid he’ll hear your thoughts if you aren’t careful.
“What are you afraid of?... Going to hell?”
You scoff. “This is hell.”
Suddenly, he grabs your face, forcing you to look into his dark orbs. You remember them being just as hypnotizing when you met him; if only you’d known them what you know now. You would have ran in the opposite direction.
“But you love it here. Don’t you?”
You aren’t sure if your body craves his attention, or if you’re just desperate to feel something—anything to feel the emptiness inside of you.
“I do,” you utter. “Why can’t I hate you?”
Yoongi leans in, his soft lips gently grazing yours to see if you’ll flinch. You don’t move an inch, and his smirk begins to spread across his face.
“Because you want me just as bad as I want you.”
You’re still within his grasp, but too drunk with what seems like lust to pull away. You don’t want to. Every part of you wants to be his; only he understands the type of hunger you’re experiencing.
He’s the only one who’s capable of satisfying your appetite.
“All you have to do is admit it.”
His cold touch makes you weak in your knees. You have to grip his biceps when you suddenly lose your balance, and with quickness he releases his hold and wraps an arm around your waist.
“I’m waiting,” he reminds you, and you don’t hesitate to give him your response.
“Please, just touch me.”
When you kiss him, he’s the one who melts in your arms. You hold him tightly as both of you stand there kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes. Your lips smack as they crash together, causing a sound that resonates through the room.
You feel Yoongi’s cold hand move underneath your dress, slowly making its way to your underwear. A moan escapes your swollen lips when he finds your center, exposing your eagerness to feel him inside of you.
“Damn,” he whispers, discovering that you’re already dripping.
His fingers tease your entrance, making you squirm with need. You beg him for more, and he doesn’t deny you.
“Please.”
“I got you,” he assures.
Your body shudders as two of his digits slip into your pussy. You can barely hold yourself because the intrusion is so overwhelming.
“Fuck, Yoongi.”
“Good?”
“Mhm.”
His thumb caresses your throbbing clit, causing more of your wetness to drip down your thighs. Your hips move in a circular motion, silently begging Yoongi for more.
It is then that he slowly begins to fuck you with his fingers, burying them up to the knuckles in your heat. You grip the table as he speeds up, knowing it won’t take much to get you off.
Yoongi attacks your neck with his fangs; biting gently into your flesh and moaning from the taste of you.
“Feels so good,” you pant into his ear.
He curves his fingers while they’re deep inside your core, and targets your most sensitive areas. The pads of his digits rub against the rough patch of your walls with precision, and within seconds your juices are gushing everywhere.
“Shit, I’m going to cum…”
You cry out in pleasure, holding onto Yoongi with all your might as your body trembles and shakes.
Yoongi keeps going, admiring the waterfall flowing from underneath your dress. Your eyes roll back, drool forming at the corners of your lips as you babble and whine from sensitivity.
“Look who’s making a mess now,” Yoongi teases.
You can’t even feel embarrassed because your body is still coming down from its peak. You’re weak, too spent to defend yourself. You aren’t even sure what you’d say. What could you say?
There’s a puddle where you stand.
When Yoongi finally removes his fingers, he leaves you empty and still wanting more. Your head rests on his chest as you regain your strength.
“I didn’t kill you, did I?”
You laugh. “No.”
After the high wears off, you’re left drowning in your thoughts. They’re all over the place, but you’re certain about one thing. You’re far from satisfied, but you aren’t sure what it is that you want.
“I guess you’re leaving now,” Yoongi says, breaking the silence.
You clear your throat, thinking before you speak so your answer isn’t driven by lust. You know once you step into this world, there’s no going back. The only question on your mind is, what’s really waiting for you outside of here?
“I don’t have to.”
“Hm, is that right?”
Yoongi pulls away so he can look into your restless eyes. He can probably see the internal war going on inside of you from where he stands. You’re long past what’s right and what’s wrong. It makes no sense to keep denying the truth when it’s right in your face.
“This is driving me crazy.”
“Oh, really?” he quizzes. “...Or maybe you can’t get enough of me now?”
“A little bit of both, honestly.”
“I just don’t want you to think you don’t have any options.”
You nod. “You think I’m afraid of you?”
“Are you?”
“A little, but I’m still curious,” you answer truthfully. “What’s the worst that can happen? You turn me into a painting?”
“I might.”
You smirk. “That’s hot.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. We should go for a ride.”
“I’d like that.”
The look he gives you could undress a nun. Hell, you struggle to keep your panties on after he winks. You smile as he kisses your forehead and your cheek before he whispers in your ear.
“Good. Now clean up my fucking floor, and meet me downstairs.”
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“come on,” you sigh as the child in front of you stubbornly crosses his arms and looks away
you sit back and stare at him for a while, his shoe in your hand that he refuses to let you put on. “jun, we’re going to be late. miss jiyeong isn’t gonna be happy.”
he still refuses to even acknowledge your presence, staring at the wall like the little brat he is
he looks so much like his damn father.
stubborn little shit.
he’s mad because he wanted to eat his breakfast on his own
ended up spilling on the shirt he insisted on wearing today
which you had to change OBVIOUSLY
you wish you could argue with kids cause why are they DUMB.
he’s upset because
jun absolutely loves daycare
he loves spending time with his friends
and as a mother it pains you immensely
it pains you so fucking much
to realize that your child
is lonely.
“okay, jun. that means no more spongebob or daycare for a whole week,” you sigh as you rise to your feet and drop his shoes, pretending to head out the door without him
he cries out to make you stop in your tracks, inevitably ending his silent treatment towards you
you turn around to face him and place your hands on your hips. “are you gonna listen to mommy now or not?”
soft tears prick in his eyes as he nods, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand
“come here,” you coo as you squat and welcome him into your arms, kissing the top of his head. “you really wanted to leave me while you’re mad at me? you don’t want to break mommy’s heart, right?”
he shakes his head as he wipes his other eye, face still buried in the crook of your neck
every other monday, you bring jun to daycare and his father picks him up there at the end of the day. the following monday, it’s your turn to pick him up from daycare and keep him for the rest of the week until you have to drop him off again and not see him for the coming week
it’s the easiest way of doing week-week with your ex husband without having to see him.
your ex-husband…
min yoongi.
it’s been a little over a year since your divorce
you’ve seen him a few times since and it was only ever in regards to jun
well.. about 3 weeks following your divorce you’d have sex with him a few times but thats it. its been a year since
you’re bitter about the divorce but you can’t be too bitter
not when it was your idea to divorce to begin with
what else were you supposed to do? you were at home, taking care of everything and your husband was buried in work, gone all the time
such a typical fucking marriage
that you did not need nor want
the months leading up to your divorce were the worst, eventually the reason that made you snap
it was almost like living with a roommate who you barely saw
you weren’t worried about infidelity
no that wasn’t it
it was just the worry of your husband slowly falling out of love with you and you escaping before that theory could become reality
he was surprised when you slammed the divorce papers down onto his desk but he didn’t fight you
he didn’t protest, he didn’t pry, he didn’t do anything. asked how you two were going to handle jun and it came down to week-week.
now with a calm jun in your arms, you slowly shove the shoes onto his little feet before grabbing your purse and heading out the door of your apartment with your son in your arms
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like clockwork, it’s the next monday and time for you to pick up jun from daycare
it’s only noon so you’ve got time to clean around the house before having to pick jun up
until your doorbell rings
hm?
you weren’t expecting anyone today
you wrap the thin bathrobe around your naked (bra and underwear) body, having just come out the shower
you cautiously open the door to be met
with
your
ex husband
holding your son
holy shit
what the fuck
you haven’t seen this man in months
sent him a few texts here and there
but its been so long since u’ve last seen him
why is your heart
stuttering
in its rhythm
absolutely just
pounding
against your ribcage
your sons head leaning on yoongi’s shoulder, diaper butt perked up on his forearm
yoongi’s hair has grown a lot, ends tickling his shoulders and neck
white dress shirt and black slacks
he uhhh
looks pretty good.
too fucking good.
a frown creeps onto your brows at the sight in front of you. “what’s going on?”
“daycare called me, said he’d been vomiting. he’s burning up,” he replies, not protesting when your worried face lunges at your baby and take him from your exhusband’s arms
“why the hell didn’t they call me? they know he’s supposed to be with me this week.” your son is sound asleep in your arms, your hand gently rubbing his back as you walk further into your apartment
yoongi stays in the entrance but closes the door behind him to keep the cold out
“i don’t know. they just called me and i went to go pick him up.”
ugh he’s so nonchalant with everything
you glance over your shoulder at him. you start, “why didn’t you call me then?”
at this, he frowns. “i brought him here cause i didn’t want to worry you over the phone. is there a problem?”
of course he wants to make this into a bigger deal than it is.
of fucking course
“for fucks sake,” you mumble as you shake your head and lie your son down on the couch, surrounding him with pillows and blankets
“update me on his condition. i have to go back to work,” yoongi says as he opens the front door
“yeah, don’t let the door hit you on your way out,” you mutter under your breath as you fetch your thermometer to take your son’s temperature
yoongi scoffs but doesn’t say anything else before he leaves
but then
you realize that
yoongi could
potentially
fix
the small problem
you’ve been struggling with
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your son has been sick the past few days, holed up at home and complaining about not seeing his friends on his birthday
he had a whole birthday outfit planned and snacks that he was going to share with everyone which he can’t do now
“what do you want for your birthday, baby?” you ask as you stroke his head
“daddy,” is all he says
“you’ll celebrate your birthday with daddy next week. what do you want to do with mommy?”
“i want daddy and mommy.” he continues to play with his airplanes as you blink at him. he’s never demanded you two be together so you have no idea how to even process this
“daddy is busy tonight, baby.” you stroke his cheek
he drops his airplane. “call daddy.”
“but–”
“i want daddy.”
the exasperated sigh that leaves you is almost painful as you reach for your phone
jun is just staring at you with his arms crossed and a frown on his little brows
having to dial his number on a wednesday at 5pm
ugh
how embarrassing
he picks up after the 2nd ring and you put it on speaker
“hello?”
“daddy.”
“oh, what’s up, buddy? my birthday boy. you feeling any better?”
“yesh.”
“that’s good to hear, daddy was worried about you, you know.”
“yesh.”
“daddy’s gonna do lots of fun things with you next week. are you excited?”
“yesh.”
“okay, that’s good, baby. i’ll see you soon, okay?”
“daddy, wait.”
“hm?”
“daddy come eat with me and mommy.”
?!???
“jun,” you mumble in a warning tone
“huh?”
fuck sake.
“i want daddy.”
“i don’t think mommy would like that, buddy. we’ll do something fun next week.”
“no, i want it for birthday, daddy. mommy also want.”
you shoot a stern frown at jun but he simply doesn’t care
“can you give mommy the phone, jun?”
“mommy hears you.”
“y/n?”
you sigh quietly as you rub your eyebrows.
“yeah?”
“what’s going on?”
“i’m not sure where this is coming from but jun wants to have dinner with us.”
it’s quiet on the other end. “tonight?”
“yes, tonight, yoongi. it’s his birthday and he’s been holed up for days with no one but me.”
“i know, i know.” a soft sigh leaves his lips. “i’ll be there at 7.”
your heart almost skips a beat
“see you then,” you say as you hang up
fuck.
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you get ready
you don’t even know why you’re wearing makeup and have your hair done wearing that dress that dress that yoongi likes so much
you’re doing it for your son’s birthday of course
and not because you’ve been contemplating asking yoongi a specific question
as you smooth out your dress and help a very nicely dressed jun sit at the table—that is filled with all of your best home made foods
the door rings
and your heart continues to pound out of your chest
you slowly walk up to the door and open it up, meeting eyes with your exhusband
clad in a simple black suit and his hair nicely styled with one side tucked behind his ear, he’s holding a bag and a bouquet of roses
your eyes shift to the roses with a quirk in your brow
“these are for jun,” he mumbles as he impatiently waits for you to step aside which you eventually do
he kicks his shoes off and hands you the bouquet before jun hops off his seat and runs up to his father
yoongi drops the plastic bag he’s holding onto the floor and hunches over to catch jun, raising him up and holding him in his arms. “who’s turning 3 years old today?”
“me?” jun replies, uncertain
“of course, you, silly! not daddy, right? are you crazy? is jun crazy?” he jokes as he pokes juns belly and nips at the crook of his neck, making jun laugh and giggle as he tries to resist
it warms your heart to see jun so happy
even if he was a shit fuckin husband
he’s always been an exceptional father
“come on, food’s gonna get cold,” you say as you walk up to the table, sitting in your usual spot
yoongi and jun join you shortly after and you have a nice dinner
together
as a family
:(
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sitting at the table with a bottle of wine screwed open
jun on the floor in front of the tv with the new big toy he got from his father
you glance at yoongi who wipes his mouth with a napkin before shifting his gaze toward you
“i’ve missed your food,” he comments as he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “thanks. it was really good.”
you nod. “thanks for coming.”
he shakes his head. “whatever jun wants, jun gets.”
you chuckle quietly and take another sip from your wine. you’ve been building the courage to ask yoongi that one question for almost an hour now
“yoongi,” you start as you place your glass back down on the table in front of you
he tilts his head to the side, an indicator that he hears you loud and clear
“you know,” you say as you take a deep breath. “jun aches to go to daycare. because he’s lonely.”
yoongi simply blinks at you, seemingly wondering where you’re going with this
silence
it’s so quiet for several moments, only the distant sounds of jun playing with his toys and spongebob playing on your tv reach your ears
“he’s lonely, yoongi,” you reiterate
he frowns this time, titling his head for a second in utter confusion
“i don’t understand what you want from me. i do my best to make time for him, you know th–”
“i’m not talking about me or you.”
you stay quiet after that, hoping he’ll figure it out on his own
he doesn’t though, just places his arms on the table, leaning further over it. “what are you getting at, y/n?”
the usage of your name sends a current of electricity up your spine
heats up the back of your neck, cheeks and your ears
“what i’m trying to say is…” you sigh as you bring your hand up to scratch the back of your head, looking away for a few moments
you gather your courage
make eyecontact with him
and part your lips to say;
“would you be willing to give him a sibling?”
to be continued.
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flowershop!yoongi putting a little flower behind smitten!yn's ear and her not knowing how to act
➺ pairing; florist!yoongi x smitten!y/n
➺ genre; smitten!universe!! lil bit of fluff bc APPARENTLY the last smitten update was "genuinely devastating", "actually so depressing what the fuck was that cee", and "why would you do this to us" or something like that
➺ wordcount; 1.2k
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“wow. not only are you a third wheel, you’ve officially become a fifth wheel. i’m impressed, i really am.”
you immediately look up from the petunias, your shoulders drooping when you see who it is
“…yoongi.”
you were hoping yoongi wasn’t working today because you knew he was going to make some comment about you being today’s fifth wheel but of course, because the universe is constantly shoving you down and kicking dirt in your face… here he is in all his glory
jungkook invited you to go for lunch with him and ji-eun and co. because… well, why wouldn’t he invite you? you’re his friend, of course you’re invited for a nice lunch and a stroll downtown
and the only reason why you guys (aka you, jungkook, ji-eun, jimin, and taehyung) are in the flower shop in the first place is because jungkook mentioned that he’d gotten ji-eun’s bouquet and teddy bear here and she wanted to take a look
the two of them are currently chatting it up with seokjin who very clearly is trying to get jungkook to buy a massive bouquet for ji-eun and you’re slightly concerned at how good of a salesman he is because now you’re wondering if you should get a bouquet for yourself.
as for the other two, jimin wanted to get some shots of his outfit in front of the flowers because admittedly the inside of the story is fairly vibey and taehyung’s helping him out with that
and you… didn’t know where else you could go, so you decided to walk to the far end of the store and pretend like you were really interested in the petunias
“what can i do to help you, buddy?” yoongi pouts mockingly, pushing his bottom lip out and making his eyes all big as he leans against the counter and folds his arms on top of it, “i can wrap the bouquet up for you so if you run in the rain again it’ll be waterproof.”
“okay, you- you really don’t have to rub it in my face like that,” you snap a little harsher than intended, but you really can’t help it because yoongi is genuinely being an asshole, “you’re just mad because you don’t have a friend who’d do something like that for you.”
“well, if i had a friend who did all of that for me and was pretty like you, i wouldn’t be friends with them anymore,” yoongi pauses, tilting his head slightly, “i’d make ‘em my girlfriend.”
“you-“ you feel your face flush at the out-of-nowhere compliment before scoffing, “okay, now i see why you guys have five stars for customer service! i see what you’re doing, using your skills to get me to buy something-“
“aw, c’mon, don’t get all shy on me now…” yoongi laughs, reaching over to hook a finger against the crack of your elbow and tugging you back slightly, “you weren’t shy when you were practically begging me to open the shop up for you past closing.”
“no, kook, you don’t need to get another bouquet for me, honestly…” you look over when you hear ji-eun laughing lightly, and almost immediately your mood dips when you see her loop her arm through his before leaning down to rest her head against his shoulder
you wince slightly when you feel that all too familiar pinch in your chest at the sight of how loved-up the two of them are but you straighten your posture when you notice jimin looking towards your direction
you still don’t know what his problem is with you… you’ve been quite civil with him so you really have no idea why he doesn’t seem to like you all that much
taehyung is definitely the friendlier one but you’re still intimidated to talk to him even though he initiates a lot of conversations with you
you just… don’t fit in with them, and you’re slightly concerned you’re losing jungkook to them-
“what’s your favourite colour?” yoongi asks all of a sudden, and you turn around to face him, grateful that he’s serving as a distraction from the searing pain in your chest-
“uh, good question!” you clear your throat, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth before shrugging, “like… like a burnt orange. a deep-toned orange? not, like, velma from scooby doo orange, a little darker than that-“
“okay, got it.” you jump when yoongi suddenly whips a pair of shears out from his back pocket, making a snipping motion at you before rounding the counter and walking over to the massive collection of petunias
“you don’t strike me as a deep orange girl, but let me see here…” he fingers through them gently, humming to himself as he cups a flower in his hand gently before snipping it off, being careful not to clip his fingers by accident, “we don’t have a burnt orange colour, but this one is like a yellowy-orange.” yoongi flips the shears in between his fingers smoothly before shoving it into his back pocket and turning to face you, “hope that’s alright.”
“i- i mean, it’s alright with me because i have no idea what you’re doing,” you snort, leaning back against the counter with one ankle crossed over the other, “i hope you’re not going to make me pay for that-“
“i won’t. this one’s on me.”
“what are you-!” you freeze when yoongi approaches you a lot closer than a salesclerk should, and almost immediately you feel your entire face light up when he smooths some of your hair back before tucking the petunia behind your ear, his tongue poking out in concentration as he adjusts it so that it won’t fall out
“hey, look at that.” yoongi smiles, crossing his arms over his chest as he nods contently, “cute.”
you smile meekly, unsure of what to respond with and unsure of why your stomach is doing teeny little somersaults
“thank you.” you clear your throat quietly, leaning back a little so you can check out your reflection in the mirror, “it’s- i like the colour, it’s a nice colour.”
“mm, i know. i’m the one that grew them.” yoongi clicks his tongue as he makes his way back behind the counter, “anyway, fifth wheel- if jin asks, you definitely paid for that and i’ve been mopping the floors diligently this whole time.”
(later, when jungkook asks you where you got that flower and he finds out that yoongi gave it to you, you don’t notice the way he narrows his eyes slightly and looks back at the store. why did yoongi give you a flower?)
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haegeum | myg | teaser. | m
pairing. yoongi x female reader
genre. crime au , smut , thriller (?)
w. (M) mentions of smoking, k*lling, blood and guns ( teaser )
wc. 0.6k for the teaser
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She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.
However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him in the alley, for the second time—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself.
And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him.
“ didn't mean to kill the president, my bad. ”
His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.
“ You didn't? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?
“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”
“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.
“ I always get away, officer. ”
His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.
There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.
“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.
“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”
“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.
His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth.
And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard.
A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.
Red alert.
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the specialist | seven
↳ pairing yoongi, you
↳ genre romance, pretend lovers, angst, eventual smut, office-factory setting
↳ title seven | slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under | 8.812k words
↳ summary yoongi had stayed over one night in your bed, in your house. the morning after felt like a small snippet of a slice-of-life romance of a healthy relationship only in reality; it wasn’t. taehyung had return to make your life a nightmare and it didn’t come unnoticed by yoongi and seokjin. a standard operating procedure had you and yoongi your first couple’s quarrel at work. yoongi’s stubborness and your steadfast abiding personality clashes at once. taehyung adds more gasoline into the spark after he revealed he knew yoongi was enrolling into engineering program that you signed him in without him knowing-- which he (and some others) didn’t take well
↳ warnings mature themes, strong languages, violence
↳ compressed links one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten ongoing .
Seven.
Yoongi exits your Mazda and lifts his arm to say goodbye. He straddles the black bike, puts on his helmet and rides off the hospital parking lot and heads for home. His home. His plait shirt he wore as a jacket flapping in the strong wind. He adjusts his position on the bike, lowering his body and throttles through the wind. The screamer engine, his 4-cylinder bike does all his emotional expression of the night when zooms through traffic, leaving admirers in smokes. Under his helmet, he wore a shy smile, keen for the next encounter. Hopefully.
This morning, he woke up with you sleeping soundly by his side. Pillow fort nowhere to be found, they are scattered on the ground, circling the bed, like some kind of unifying ritual in the way they had placed themselves.
Some time later, he found himself kneeling by your fridge, to see what he could cook for the morning. There’s a couple of eggs in the carton and some English sausages in the freezer. With a little more snooping around, he found potatoes, carrots and green onions. Then he encountered the stove; induction. It wasn’t something he was used to, but with a little googling, had managed to work it out. Potatoes on boil, flour was spread into a mismatched bowl he found in the cabinet. Pans ready to sear the sausages and make some pretty sunny side-ups. From the last time he cooked for you, he noticed you removed the runny egg yolks and only ate the whites. He figured that you would prefer them cooked well and if you don’t like the yolks at all, he’ll finish it. One yolk isn’t runny, the other is. He turned off the stove for the boiling potatoes and peeled the skins while huffing about how hot it was. He took out a fork because he couldn’t find a masher. He mixed the flour with the mashed potatoes and added green onion, then salt and pepper.
Pouring a saucer sized mixture into the sizzling pan, Yoongi lifts the pan from the stove and makes the mixture bigger by twisting his wrist. While he focuses on the potato pancake, the water boiler lets out a digital ring. He swung his head in its direction, flipped the pancake and poured the grounded roasted coffee beans into the filter before pouring the hot boiling water on top of them. Then he lets them steep while he finishes up the pancake mix. He chops the garlic with utmost expertise. Quick and effortless. He throws them into a tempered glass bowl, along with a star anise, cinnamon, coarse chili pepper, and salt. Then he pours hot oil over them to make hot chili oil to dip the potato pancakes in.
It’s not your fault that the view of him shirtless in the kitchen was so captivating you had stood there for a whole 10 minutes, give or take. He only had his jeans on, tattoos on full display. Knowing that underneath that baby blue durable fabric, lays a leg sleeve hidden from view. The very presence alone gives you the bubbling feeling from where you could not mention. You watched his pinky do a sweep into the chili oil now colder than it was and stared how those pinky disappear in between his delectable lips as he gives it a little taste. The moan he let out after was porn-worthy. No, no. It was more valuable than porn. It felt like something you should not have heard. The lip-smacking, the closed-mouthed whimper had heat wafting across the expanse of your face.
His bang covered half of his brown eyes. His back was larger than you thought it was and from the side his tiddies are showing well, you didn’t understand why this information was important at this time. His veiny hand hover like a pianist over a piano— delicately and carefully, as he plates them up prettily.
You could see how he loves it— cooking. Coldplay’s ‘Magic’ was barely audible in the back, he bops his head to the beat, jutting his lower lips cutely as he turned around to catch you over his shoulder, standing where he was last night; by the doorsill. He held his stare for a while, lips parted slightly before blinking away to turn his back at you to wash his hands without a word.
Did you catch him off guard?
“I’ve held you hostage and you’re cooking for me?” you crossed your arm wearing a cunning smile.
“ — for us. We gotta eat,” he brushed his shoulders against yours as he whispered the words in your ear, walking past holding eye contact the whole while.
You don’t know why but you liked how he said ‘We’ and ‘Us’. It sounded good. You also liked how he looked in your kitchen. Otherwise, that whole section feels empty and unusable. With the rice cooker in use, chopping board on the counter, finished meals and brewed coffee— it actually feels like home.
You were woken up by the sound of the beeping you recognised to be your induction stove. Peeking through the door gaps, you saw Yoongi cooking. He looks very at home with everything and he didn’t bother asking where everything was despite being his first time here. You were grateful for that. You needed that sleep. You opened your eyes today feeling almost full. It was difficult to describe. As if all your life, you’ve been wanting to feel this whole, this safe.
You always feel safe when Yoongi is around and that was something you didn't realize until today.
Not wanting to bother him, you rolled over in your bed and gave yourself a 10 minute snooze before giving up the fact that your body is screaming to wake up because there’s a better view than your dreams in your kitchen right now.
You made the bed and showered, took out the rest of his clothes from the dryer and tumble dry your hair with the face towel you found. You put on a lazy bun and an oversized thin tee that goes over your knees with short shorts. And that’s how Yoongi saw you. You noticed the slight stare but knowing Yoongi the way he is, he would not let himself get caught. Sure, you look a little different from the way you dress up at work. Underneath the hideous blue clean-room attires you had to wear in the factory, you could be wearing your best blouse but no one would notice. You had enough flesh showing for Yoongi to know those thighs are soft and supple.
“I can eat without you right?” you shouted from the kitchen.
Yoongi smiled to himself as he put on his shirt. Then he lets his curiosity get the better of him when he opens your wardrobe and his eyes twinkle. He entered the kitchen, (now cleaned by you) with your ‘A Thousand Wishes’ Bath & Body Works’ fine fragrance mist, he pulled out the chair like he owns the house, knees spread, peeling a tangerine he found in the fridge earlier.
“Are you wearing my perfume, Yoongi?”
“Of course not.”
You furrowed your brow in disbelief, “Don’t lie.”
“Then don’t ask,” he threw a straight smile, “I don’t leave the house without colognes. Ever think of getting a Dior Sauvage to liven up the lie that you’re not single? You already got the PJs.”
“You’re mocking me and I can’t cuss you because you made breakfast,” you mumbled to your plate.
“It’s a mean good breakfast too,” he tips his head back, sighing through shut eyes. Because if you were his, and this is not pretend, he’d have you on the table as his own breakfast.
But he can’t. Because he has morals.
With the dirty dishes in the sink, you collected your car key and headed to the door before Yoongi hooked your baggy t-shirt asking menacingly, “Where the fuck are you going looking like that?”
“To the hospital to drop you off?” you scowled at him, who was towering over you.
“Get trousers, and a jacket. Long trousers,” he added while you pushed him away and climbed into the car despite his protests. To add fuel into the fire, you showed him your middle finger.
“Sure, people would leave the hospital cured of heart attacks and go back right in when they see you,” he grumbled under his breath. His corrupted thoughts would have been to leave your thighs covered in hickeys and love bites so you’ll have to cover them up. But let’s take things slow, for now.
Yoongi exits the Mazda and lifts his arm to say goodbye.
The dreaded Monday arrived.
“What do you think of me getting a tattoo?” you rolled your chair next to Seokjin’s, talking in whispers.
“I think you’re full of shit undergoing an existential crisis,” Seokjin replied, also in a whisper.
“No?” you asked softly, as a reaffirmation.
He shakes his head, “You wouldn’t last two minutes within the first stroke of a tattoo needle and I say with utmost confidence and your worst nightmare is walking through the door with a questionable look,” he tips his chin towards the entrance.
“For the umptenth time this morning Taehyung, the room isn’t ready for the task force,” you rolled your eyes and spun your chair around while you held your pen between the index finger and thumb.
“Well hurry them up, I’ve got a gazillion things to do,” Taehyung marches to your desk, hovering menacingly above you and you fight the stare with your own glares.
“Look around, Mr. QA,” you challenged him, “We all are.”
“Your machine specialist in-charge agrees with me,” Taehyung tipped his head to the side.
Seokjin passes a look on you and then on Taehyung before returning to you.
“Sure, let me ask the production executive in-charge of the machine if he could hurry up— “ you turned to Seokjin.
“ — No,” Seokjin replies instantly, “Look, the manager has me by the neck and if I don’t finish these batches by today, I might as well be hung. The shipment is in 3 days and we’re barely 3 barrels in. You guys will have to stay the night, sorry.”
“No task force should be done outside of the working hours,” Taehyung announced.
“Says who?” you and Seokjin frowned.
“The Quality Assurance S.O.Ps, Task Force Management under the Material Validation clause six,” Taehyung straightens and crosses his arm smugly.
“That’s got to be a lie because there is no way that that was accurate,” you knitted your brows together staring down at the pompous lad, challenging you with his eyes alone. Paired with Seokjin’s frantic typing, you know that your comrade is searching for that specific clause Taehyung just casually mentioned. His heaving defeated sighs gave you an instant headache as you held your stare at Taehyung.
“I’ll give you 4pm, half an hour,” Seokjin resigned.
“Half an hour?!” you and some other grumbling voice came behind you. It was Yoongi.
He came wiping his hands off the lubricant with a dirty rag. His work boots stomps the floor with every lunge. He was in his dark blue jumper with its sleeves folded up his elbows, wearing a frustrated frown on his face as he zeroes into your desk. What’s with all these men surrounding your table?
“And that’s me being generous,” Seokjin’s obviously frightened eyes flickered to yours.
“Hold on—” you raised your finger before Yoongi hijacked the protest.
“ — I need at least 2 hours to properly prepare the machine’s minimum and maximum’s temperature, 30 minutes is not going to cut it. You should at least give us a, a… what do you call that,” he snaps his fingers.
“Probationary period,” you finished his sentence for him.
Seokjin took off his earphones and stood up from his chair, “Well, they call you ‘The Machine’s Machine’, for a reason, right?” He leaves— or should you rephrase, sprint from the scene.
“That’s manipulative as hell—” you retorted. The comment had Yoongi chuckling through his nose and begrudgingly say to you, “You think I couldn’t do it?”
“Wait a sec, I thought we’re on the same team here…” You tipped your head looking up at him and he swung your chair by the arm rest to face him, he leaned over above you, and he said, “You don’t know a challenge when you see one.”
The sudden change of attitude perplexed you. With Taehyung positively sneering on your side, you watch Yoongi’s back get smaller and smaller as he enters the tool room. He kneels by the cabinet and you could see him taking out the parts he needed for the current batch that is in production. Atenolol unit boxes are relatively smaller than paracetamols, hence, the changing of the parts was required. With it, Yoongi carries his own toolbox with everything he needs to tighten and loosen the bolts. He is once again underneath the machine. He is quite at home there, considering the 4500 kilogram metallic carcass was a one-way ticket to afterlife should any of its leg snaps.
The screws rattle beside him as he reaches for a new one. Carefully, he twists them into place and with the aid of a wrench, it is tightened. He slid just his head out the machine to pay a meaningless glance at you only to see you craning your head over your desk, with your right hand behind your neck — massaging yourself. Then it falls to your shoulder, he could see you squeeze them like you would a sponge. Must have been another machine specialist’s issue. He heard from Felix that the old geezer, simply known as Gangster; had refused to change his parts, resulting in the levers folding the unitbox to crush the unitbox as it was folding it.
The complication of that refusal? 350 unit boxes were torn, unusable as it was damaging the tablets inside the foil. Those 350 unit boxes will not go unnoticed by the QA and who has to answer that? You. Everyone will be pissed. The material manager will argue that they have given the required unitbox as required by the production and refuse to issue more because according to them, they have done their job. Production manager will ask the executive why unitbox were not enough and the executives will answer, “Because it was torn.” Then, “Why is it torn? And how many? Were you not supervising the production? Why do your machine specialists not listen to you? Are you not a good leader?”
The thing about Gangster is that, as the name implies, he doesn’t listen to others. Especially you. You were somewhat new, inexperienced, and on top of all that, a woman. In a small town like this, misogyny is still regarded as the masculine way, and acceptable one. Yoongi doesn’t talk to Gangster for personal reasons. But what he didn’t like was that Gangster was giving you stress. It will give you a bad face. And you are a good leader, the best — he argued in his head. Gangster was just being a dick like he always is. Knowing you, you would carry on with the task force like you aren’t dealing with a huge asshole like Gangster.
Taehyung hasn’t arrived. You walked into the machine room with Yoongi preparing the machine to run. He had to unload the working batch, label them, time the production and make sure the materials for the task force brought in were the correct ones and in the right amount in the trolley. It was 2 pieces of PVC roll and 3 aluminum foil rolls. Each has different thickness, different polymeric composition for different purposes. You walked in yawning, with your notebook in hand and a pen.
“The materials are here?” you asked him. He eyed the trolley.
“Goodness me, and we only have 30 minutes,” you squatted down by the trolley and checked each of the materials with the checklist emailed to you by your boss. After all of it checks out, you turn over your shoulder at Yoongi, “Shall we begin playing?”
“Shouldn’t we wait for Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, as he knelt by the trolley and unwrapped the first PVC and aluminum foil.
“Nah, he would just be bored waiting for the sealing part. If we wait for him, we will have less than 30 minutes to run, I say run,” you explained calmly.
Yoongi did as told. He loads the foil and the PVC into the machine, then he moves expertly to the navigator. He pulls the sheet into the loader and collects in as much length he needs for it to fuse to the foil and stamped together using the heat pad. You instructed him to use the known sealing temperature for the machine. The blisters came out with their pockets a little soft. Yoongi knows that the machine has issues on the cooling pads, so he checks on that.
“The maintenance said they changed the pads, didn't they?” you asked.
“Maintenance says a lot of shit they didn’t do,” Yoongi grumbled, he tweaked the cooling pad and pinched the cloth they placed there. He grabs the cloth and places it on your hand.
“That’s way too warm for cooling, the pockets wouldn’t be able to form properly,” you realized, “Let me contact the maintenance… this can’t go on like this.”
Yoongi grabs your phone and ends the call you made, immediately.
“The fuck, Min Yoongi,” you cussed.
“Wasting time, I can fix it,” Yoongi retorted semi-harshly.
“That’s not in the protocol—” you darted.
“Your ass has already been dragged by Gangster with a 350 damaged unit box, you want to call the maintenance for something production machine specialists’ can fix?! Do you not have any pride?!” Yoongi shot back loud, “Fuck the protocol! They’re already questioning your authority, leadership, so I suggest that you sit your pretty ass down and let me handle this shit.”
Taehyung walks in whistling like he didn’t just miss a third world war that just happened. You were not going to lie, your eyes were prickling when Yoongi shouted at you like that so you sat in silence a few minutes before Taehyung arrived, oblivious to it all. Yoongi knows that he’ll need the temperature raised in 10 degree increment and prepare 100 samples of those blisters with each the materials, so altogether, Taehyung will carry about 500-1000 sample blisters to examine but after it is carried out, Taehyung will have to hand them to you again so your manager can have a look.
Yoongi ran a leak test on each 10 blisters and he only gave them to you to examine. Because like it or not, you’re still his boss.
“The minimal optimum temperature would be around 125 degrees,” Taehyung declared, “Now for the maximal temperature?”
“Can’t really say for sure, there’s knurling on the embossing area and the batch numbers are not clear, I don’t like it,” you spat, “Must be the sealing pads.”
“The knurling occurs at whatever temperature it was on,” Yoongi darts, “It has nothing to do with the sealing pads, it works fine on the first two materials.”
“Increase the temperature and cool it at minimum temp,” Taehyung shrugs at Yoongi then you.
“Not possible,” you said, “It’ll melt the tablet, do you not study anything in pharmacy school Taehyung? I’m genuinely surprised that you, a know-it-all, would make such an amateur mistake. First of all, the heat will melt the tablet, second, it will melt the tablet into the PVC, stamped into the surface, which bionically means you can’t even eject the tablet from the blisters.”
“No need to get all technical with it, there’s a reason why I’m a production pharmacist, not a production executive,” Taehyung sassed. He just can’t be told he’s wrong, can he?
“Yes, we need to get technical with it because we’re not fabric shopping, we’re producing tablets in blisters, we need to get a good materials for long-term shipment, Kim Taehyung,” you wrote down your findings in the paper you brought in and then examined the blisters Yoongi passed you.
“Maximum production per minute? At 320 speed?” you asked Yoongi without looking at him.
“147 degree celsius forming, 240 degrees sealing,” Yoongi snapped.
“When did you assign that temperature, I’ve just only asked you?” you looked at him quizzically.
“A while ago when you’re arguing with QA here,” Yoongi blinked to the side.
You scoffed. Unbelievable. Yoongi just snatched the timeline protocol without your permission. That is he had moved to the next item on the trial list when you were not ready for it. And by doing so, beats the whole ‘under executive supervision’ clause. And also you wanted to play boss for a bit for the shit he said unwarranted.
“There’s protocol Yoongi. Follow the damn protocol, the protocol is good… It’s there to be adhered to,” you scolded him, “Do it.”
“I’ve just handed you the blisters formed from that specifications,” he raised his voice a little, pointing his hand towards the bunched up blisters on your desk.
“I didn’t see you set the machine, fucking do it again,” you grinded your jaws at him.
Yoongi wanted to protest. But he knows if he does, he would just be in more shit. You wanted to show him who was in-charge and because Taehyung was on your level, Yoongi gets the blunt end. It’s a dirty, and quite prideful move from your side. It shows that you could play the boss-card when you want and there is nothing he could do about it.
Taehyung’s eyes moved from you to your staff. The machine begins to move, but it gradually turns erratic and soon after, belts unreel at impossible speed before it turns into loud poundings. You slammed the stop button in panic. Yoongi swallowed curses. He grabs the foil with his bare hands, risking it to be reeled into the rotating cylinder — which then earned a glare from you. That was definitely not in the protocol.
“Idiot,” Taehyung scoffed and chuckled through his nose. He eyed Yoongi up and down as the machine specialist knelt by the machine hugging the foil.
“He’ll lose a finger before he gets to be in the advanced engineering diploma you enrolled him in,” Taehyung leered his eyes to Yoongi while speaking to you. Then he drags his eyes up to you and says begrudgingly, “Glad he has his crazy boss to back him up, huh?” Taehyung winks at you as if he knew a secret he could use to blackmail you.
“How he is selected is beyond me,” Taehyung pushes the door and sends himself out.
Yoongi storms out the revolving door and you jogged after him.
“Did I ask you to put my name in that list? I can’t recall that I did. What gives you the authority to decide what I should do with my career? I never asked anything from you!” Yoongi growled, knowing fully well you were behind him.
“No, you don’t understand,” Yoongi growls. The others, his heart echoed.
“Listen— I can explain! Just,” you sprinted to be in front of him and held his upper arms with both your hands to stop him from moving away, then you clasped your hands together in a prayer to say, “I only did it because your talents would be wasted if you stay in this comfort zone. I’ve,” Yoongi begins to move again and you scramble after him. Your lanyard flying at every strike of wind.
“I’ve seen what you could do!” Those words eventually stopped Yoongi in his tracks.
He tips his head back and relaxes his shoulders. You rushed to his side. He was only a few lunges away from the gates.
“I’ve seen those calculations, the drawings, the blueprints at your home. You are made for this. Calculus would be easy for you. You know the machines like they’re in the back of your hand. This diploma will propel you further, you can have bigger jobs, bigger salary, outside this village town, Yoongi!” you stressed the words as needed.
“You can teach those engineering dimwits what you know of problem solvings and they’ll have to believe you because you have credentials for it,” your eyes twinkled, “They’ll not turn you away anymore.”
Your words stayed with him into the night. Not only did you just exercise your authority over him just minutes before admitting he had the talent for engineering. You were such an enigma that Yoongi was convinced that if he tried as much as to understand you, he would be back at square one. To be fucking honest, he doesn’t believe he was that big of a deal. Really, everything is logical thinking. Every problem solving begins with noticing that there is a problem and zeroing in on the problem and what causes it. Nothing remotely intricate.
On a whim, he took his phone while laying down and went to his whatsapp stories. And out of curiosity, he tapped on your stories. You took a shot of your messy desk and you wrote the caption, ‘I thought I did the right thing. At least at the time, I thought it was’ and it got Yoongi thinking if it was regarding him and his recent lash out. It was almost 11 pm and you’re still at work. He thought of replying but he didn’t want to seem nosey — because it looks like he is stalking his boss through her whatsapp story when he should be asleep. Not a moment later, you uploaded another story, and this time it’s a video. Upon playing the video, Yoongi sat up from his slumber.
He types.
Yoongi [10:58 PM]: What’s going on?
You were typing…
You [10:58 PM]: the gear is locked, can’t move it from P to D or any gears really
You [10:59 PM]: What do I do??
Yoongi is typing…
Yoongi [10:59 PM]: Is anyone around? Have you tried releasing the brakes properly?
You [11:00 PM]: Am I that much of an idiot that I don’t know how to release brakes properly?
You[11:00 PM]: Is that why people challenged my authority? Bc I’m humanly incapable? Bc I’m a woman?
Yoongi grits his teeth together. Yoongi is typing…
Yoongi [11:01 PM]: no, it could be one of the reasons why.
Yoongi is video-calling…
You placed your phone on the holder as you answered.
“Didn’t think you’d answer,” his voice sounds muffled through the phone speaker.
“Oh sorry, my bad,” you reached to end the call but Yoongi frantically tells you no. He was laying down his navy blue silk pillow comfortably while you’re still in your work attire trying to get home.
“The brakes, release the brakes,” Yoongi instructed.
“I released them!” You groaned, pressing on the pads and hearing the hydraulics move.
“Sometimes when brakes aren’t released fully, the gear locks,” Yoongi explains.
You pushed the brake pad fully to the floor and released them. Then you tried moving the gears. It moved.
“You’re welcome,” Yoongi rolled his eyes to the side.
“Thanks,” you mumbled to your chest, “I was writing the task force report and time flew.”
“Was it,” Yoongi made it sound like a rhetorical question, with no intention of listening to the answers whatsoever, “What did you say; people were challenging your authority because you’re a woman, yada yada yada? Is that why you stayed five hours past your working hours? To prove authority?”
“I answered your call because you’re pretty good at car stuff and now you’re progressing to something downright annoying, and for that, goodbye— “ you smiled begrudgingly at the phone at Yoongi and he was chuckling with crinkles forming around his eyes that it froze you.
“What’s with the whatsapp story posted 2 hours ago?” he asked.
“Which one?” you lied.
“The ‘I thought I did the right thing. At least at the time, I thought it was’ story.”
Honestly, it was about choosing the house you wanted to buy. You know this will not end well and it feels dishonest from the beginning; because at the beginning you wouldn’t think you would know Yoongi as much as a person as you do now. But a part of you wasn't able to give it up just yet; wanting to push the envelope further more — and you probably didn’t matter much to Yoongi anyways. In fact, he might be all in agreement if he knew. Then he met your cousin, your cousin’s husband, was in your house, was in bed with you, used your showers, saw your room, cooked for you, drove for you. And all of a sudden, it feels a little too much. Just one last thing you need from him.
“Nah, it was about getting a job here,” your eyes flicker to the view outside your parked car, lying. Yoongi rested his head on his palm, listening to you talk.
“I always feel unequipped,” you begin.
“Drive as you talk,” he reminded you. It will be too late if you talk while you’re parked.
“I stayed here after intern because I thought I wasn’t learning enough,” you said, the steering wheel smoothly turns at corners, “I don’t know about the machines and you were being an ass,” you shot lasers through your eyes at him, “You continue to be an ass and I still remember the instances you hijacked my thumbprint clock-in and made me late to a meeting, I still fucking hated you for that.”
“Is it my fault that you have short legs?” he mocks.
“Asshole,” you shot and, “And when you told; no, yelled at me about my authority and how Gangster disrespected me, it made me question my whole position here. I take a lot of shit on a daily basis from all departments, from my own manager and also from my subordinates.” You blinked to the road ahead, almost forgetting that Yoongi was there listening — it feels like a therapy session.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you shrugged, staring blankly ahead.
“No one wants to do a job, boss,” Yoongi huffs, now laying on his side, “Everybody needs the job to get the pay. To buy food, to live.”
You arrived at your house and reclined in your seat.
“We don’t work because we like it. We work because we need to,” Yoongi’s words slurred, as that was his way of speaking. He scratches his elbow and the dragon tattoo coiling makes it apparent to you that maybe, just maybe, he was staying strong just like you are, just by different means.
“What if I get a tattoo?” you chirped, having a sudden jolt of energy. Sparkles in your eyes.
“Go to bed, go to sleep. You’re not thinking straight,” Yoongi fake yawned through the screen and his thumb hovered over the end button.
“ — why are you so against me getting a tattoo?” you whine and the screen goes black.
Yoongi rests the phone, face down on his chest between his pecs. He sighs staring blankly ahead to the ceiling of his room, then he turns to the side where his blueprints were wondering if he could really dream and have hope again. The tumultuous upbringing; is it finally over? Can he finally live the way he wanted?
He recaps your whimsical out-of-the-blue idea, “Why are you so against me getting a tattoo?” and he takes another pillow over his head, sandwiching himself in between them, “Because it's painful, why would you want to go through such pain,” he whispered to the silence in his room.
It must have been a little over midnight when the heat of the blanket chased him away. He stepped outside the wooden house, took out a cigarette and lit them up. He covers the flame over his hand and lets the embers catch the cigarette end. His cheeks hollowed as he took one lungful of nicotine in as if he needed it to live. He shudders in the cold of night, blowing smoke through his nostrils while he dug his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie. He grabs his phone and walks to the neighborhood 24 hours convenience store. At the store, he paid for an ice-cream stick and two bottles of soju.
His heavily inked arms are on wide display when he gets home after he has taken off his hoodie. He had a tank top on, the one with a large armhole that shows his ribs. He sits on the edge of the patio looking intently at the moon hidden behind clouds of gray. He remembers a time where he was sitting like this, looking at the same moon but how times have changed since then. Drinking would help him sleep, he said to himself. For some reason, after the phone call with you, he was unable to get a shut eye.
How strange. How strange indeed.
Seokjin had been avoiding you for a good portion of the morning, possibly feeling bad about the task force thing. He had been locking himself in the tool room with his laptop for the same meeting you’re attending. Pushing the glass door, you tapped his shoulder twice. He jumps.
“We’re going to keep meeting on the production floor, Seokjin. I’m not sure why you’re acting the way you are,” you scolded him calmly.
“Acting how?” he feigned obliviousness.
“Seriously,” you crossed your arm looking down at him, leaning your hips on the stainless table, “The task force is done within the time frame you allocated and I’m actually proud of you setting your boundaries to keep your job; and actually fighting for yourself. Congratulations, you’ve completed your training against Kim Taehyung,” you told him.
Seokjin smiles until crinkles form in the corner of his eyes.
“Speaking of, how was he?” Seokjin chuckles, asking in regards to Taehyung.
“Quite well-behaved. Schooled him for his whimsical problem solving skill, you know how he is telling others wrong, but he slipped up yesterday so I didn’t hold back. Yoongi heard everything,” you flickered your eyes to his laptop screen which was split into two tabs. One, had the email typed and the other, the video conference.
“I heard about Yoongi. You enrolled him in the engineering diploma,” Seokjin glides his eyes to you, “How did he take that?”
“Not well at first,” you shrugged.
Seokjin nodded as if he expected that.
“Where is he today though,” you looked through the glass walls to see the machine specialist in-charge trying to identify where Yoongi was.
“He took half-day off, had me sign it yesterday around noon,” Seokjin studies your face, “He didn’t tell you?”
That means he’ll be in at 3pm when you’re having lunch. You had books for him to study in preparation for the advanced diploma and a new scientific calculator, then some stationery he might need. You have it all in your locker situated just below his. It was around 2.30pm when you left the production floor to the common area. You took the food you ordered through delivery. Untying the bag, you realized that the restaurant had forgotten to give you cutlery. There is a spoon in your locker so you were heading there when you saw someone in black suits and white dress shirt, his eagle wing neck tattoo peeking through.
“Yoongi?” you called, “Wow you look… different.”
He looks dashing and formal suits on tattoos is a view you could never get used to because of how contradicting it is and yet, here it was, in flesh, worn by Yoongi.
“Had a funeral,” he mumbled, as he twisted his wrist watch around to take them off. His lips parted as he took off the black blazers and unbuttoned his dress shirt with one hand.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” you tipped your eyes away thinking he wouldn’t be comfortable undressing with you there. You unlocked your locker and took out the spoon you were wanting to take from your locker. Yoongi tutted his tongue at ease, having nothing to reply to your condolence wishes. He took off his trousers, leaving on his knee-length boxers and slipped on his right leg into the right leg hole of his jumper then the left. You hurried to leave before he asks,
“What’s for lunch?”
“Spaghetti meatballs.”
“Want coffee?”
“Are you buying?”
He nods as he puts his right arm into the sleeves of the jumper.
“Look at you,” he chuckled dryly, “Can’t even look at me straight in the eye.”
“I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to do so,” you warned him.
“You’ve seen everything,” he zips up halfway through his chest, “Not sure why you would think so.”
“Uh, we’re at work and I’m your boss, you could sue me,” you walked away from the locker followed by him.
He brought two paper cups of coffee from the vending machine, sitting across from you.
“Want to play a little game?” you slurped your spaghetti.
“I have to get to work at 3pm,” he pinches the meatballs in your plate and shoves them in his mouth whole.
“The price for that meatball is a game,” you pinched his forearm but he didn’t respond more than a scrunched face.
“I spy with my little eye, something brown,” you swirled the spaghetti with your spoon with much trouble. Noticing that, Yoongi takes out a chopstick from his pocket which was coincidently brown as well.
“Chopsticks?” he asked.
You shake your head, “I spy with my little eye something thick,” you offered the second clue.
Yoongi’s expression turned sultry and you slapped his thigh, “What else is thick?” he protested, groaning at the pain. His teeth clamp over his lower lips.
“Use your brain,” you scolded, “Look left, further left.”
Then he saw a stack of thick books, a calculator and some stationery. His veiny hand coax the books closer then he placed them next to the paper cups, looking at each one intently. He ran through the pages in a flash. You saw him momentarily pause as if he had never held a book before.
“You look like you’ve never held one,” you giggled.
“I’ve never held a new one bought for me,” he said without missing a beat.
Bernoulli’s. Hydraulic Theory. Pascals.
Your heart sank. You pictured young Yoongi pacing the bookstores wondering if the owners’ realize he had been memorizing books. You picture him sneaking books from the libraries into his bag to take home because he lost his library card. He eyed the book as if it would disappear from him, held on them so tight.
“They’re yours,” you cleared your throat.
Yoongi lifts his gaze to you as if to ask how much they were so he could pay you back.
“The company provides them to everyone listed in the advanced diploma acceptance list, I only collected them for you because you weren’t here in the morning,” you explained. He smiled briefly at the books, ran his palm over the brown calculator.
Seokjin whistled from the HR entrance calling you in. In responding to the urgent call, you had left behind your phone on the table under Yoongi’s care. There was an unsaved number calling. Yoongi swung his head to you who had your head inside the door while Seokjin held them open in somewhat of an intense discussion that won’t end soon. Thinking that it might be your online shopping courier, Yoongi swiped the answer button.
“Hello? Daughter?”
Yoongi frowned at the screen at the obvious unsaved number. Did this girl not save her mother’s number? He placed them to his ear again, straightening in his seat covering his knee with his palm.
“Sorry, Madam. She’s in the middle of a meeting, I’ll let her know you called,” Yoongi politely said.
“Hold on, is this the white-haired guy she sends her car to?” your mother recalled.
So you told your mother about him. He assumed.
“This is he, yes,” Yoongi swallowed a gulp of spit, already standing from his seat and making his way to you before he revealed more than he should.
“Oh this is good news! Darling,” she refers to Yoongi, “Since you can tell her about it later, I should just tell you. There’s a baby-shower for Dr. Lisa at the end of month, you could come with my daughter if you’d like, we’ll prepare the accommodations for you. We would love to finally meet you. You’ll come okay? Okay. Okay bye,” the call ends without Yoongi able to reply.
You saw him in a state of shock.
“What?”
“I thought it could be your courier so I answered it.”
Snatching your phone from his large hand, you realized that he had a conversation with your mother.
“Why didn’t you save your mother’s phone number?” he grabs the back of his hair with his hands, “I wouldn’t answer if I knew…”
“What did she say?” you shoved your phone in your pocket.
“About a baby shower? Dr. Lisa’s?” Yoongi crumpled his face in worry.
“Ugh, that was what I was avoiding,” you pinched your temples between your palms, “What else did she say? Why did you look like that?”
“She says she wants to see me and wants me to come to the baby shower as well, she prepares the accommodation,” Yoongi breathed out, “And you introduce me as the white-haired guy you send your car to?”
“I didn’t, my mom’s a psycho. She zooms in a picture I took when I was at Jungkook’s mechanic and it happened to have your reflection and she assumes that we’re together, together,” you explained.
“And you didn’t say— ?” Yoongi stammered.
“No matter what I’ll say she’ll assume whatever she wants, and she was going to make me marry a complete stranger who gives me the creep so no, I didn’t say no. I didn’t think about it. It was a quick, harmless solution. She’ll shut up about the matchmaking and I get my peace by pretending I already have a boyfriend,” you sighed loudly, “Sorry you had to find out this way. This makes things weird right?”
Hearing nothing from Yoongi's side, you decided that you would come up with an excuse for him to not attend but for some reason, Yoongi protested it. He was going to the baby shower. In your hometown. About 200 miles away. Near a long stretch of sandy beaches.
“I prepared some engineering notes I made in university, I thought if I could teach you the theories you could teach me the hands -on,” you changed the topic, “The engineering theories can be confusing especially the principles part — I’ve simplified what I could, if you come over my house, you can have—,” you let your sentence trail.
“Come over whose house?” Seokjin darts his eyes, coming out of the HR doors.
“To fix the heater,” Yoongi spat out, “Her house, the boss’s house.”
You let out a thin smile, “Yeah the heater, the one that is always busted… I have Yoongi to fix them once and for all because I simply could not stand it. Summer is ending and autumn is coming. I’d like them fixed before winter.”
“Are you guys…” Seokjin eyed you both suspiciously.
“I need to feed my cats—” you headed to the locker while Yoongi came up with “I need to study the skies. Very clear today.”
Not sure why you were uncomfortable with everyone at work knowing about you and Yoongi. Maybe it had something to do with what Yoongi said. About you being his boss and all and how it would all look strange. Like he was sucking up to his boss to get a promotion. It really looks like it.
After word of Yoongi being selected for the advanced engineering diploma, other machine specialists started to shun him. He went to the usual bar the night after his night shift ended, and he found the other specialists had gone in groups and didn’t invite him. He stepped out as quickly as he stepped in. Some of the specialists in that group had worked for decades in that company and not once were listed in any semblance of increment — whether it was wages or allowances. Obviously, from their point of view, they think they have done a lot and in their eyes, Yoongi had his butt cheeks out for the lady boss and therefore had better chances of a promotion.
It didn’t look good.
“Hyung!” Yoongi spun around to see who it was and it was Felix, jogging down the slope of the side road in his bomber’s jacket. His platinum hair illuminated by the street light, fluffed by the strong wind tonight. Yoongi took out the unlit cigarette from the corner of his lips and stopped in his tracks.
“I wanted to invite you but,” Felix matches his steps with Yoongi’s. Standing 3 centimeters short from Yoongi, the younger lad’s deep groveling voice was unique to him.
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Yoongi tutted his tongue and hung his head down as he walked, slowing in his steps.
“Is it true?” Felix glanced at Yoongi briefly.
“What is?” Yoongi shot back.
“That you fucked the boss and got into the acceptance list?”
Yoongi’s converse halted in its steps. Felix was several steps ahead of him. The younger lad turned his body sideways then lifted his gaze from the floor to Yoongi in the most nonchalant manner, and he adds, “That’s what the hyungs were saying. It came from the QA who said the guards saw you both got into the same car and drove off.”
Yoongi chuckles darkly.
“Bastards,” Yoongi cussed, “You already decided that. Got the stories all lined up at your convenience.”
There are two ways this could go; (1) Yoongi can hold Felix in a chokehold and make the boy piss in his pants but risk the rumor to go bigger than it is or (2) he could play nonchalant until he had found out what you wanted. Because at this time, Yoongi, in his level of understanding, was more than a friend but less than a lover. Furthermore, he wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted — to be associated with a mere machine specialist like him. Felix’s brown irises flicker in the moonlight as he waits for the answers from Yoongi.
“You’re a smart boy, Felix. Have a brain, use it. Tell them what it looks like.”
Your eyes pierced through your PC screen. Your blanket pools around your waist as your face was lit by the movie played on the screen. The rest of your room is dark. You don’t remember half of the plot in the movie. You’ve changed your movie 3 times so the plot is all mixed up. When you catch yourself drifting, you switch the movies — even the platform. For some reason, what Seokjin told you kept on repeating itself in your head.
Maybe because you were frightened. Terrified if his assumption is true. And how it will implicate Yoongi. Clearly you haven’t thought of this clearly. Taehyung should have kept the list a secret. Why did he stir it up?
Taehyung’s only desire in his daily job is to create mayhem on the production floor. But this could easily become detrimental.
Seokjin, in his words, clearly stated, “Not everyone at work is a friend. Some can switch up as quickly as the sky turns gray when it comes to money and power.”
What if your pure intentions were seen to others as cruel biasness? What if the one thing catapulting Yoongi into success is the same thing that will hurt him?
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A punch flew across his face. And another. And another. And another.
Two people wearing a black mask were holding each arm, and Yoongi was kneeling on the ground. One grabbed him by the hair and yanked them back till his throats were on display.
“See if the boss still loves his busted face. Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.”
Yoongi’s limp body was pushed faced down to the cold tar road by the dark alley a few streets away from his house.
He looked beautiful with his face all messed up, blood running down his cheek and chin. They trail down the slope of the road. His pearl white teeth tainted with traces of the blow he endured. His knuckles busted, knees scraped, laceration down his tattooed arm. He loved it— the pain, the thrill of it all. It made him smile— because if feeling nothing is his curse, he has finally broke it. The perpetrators took a flash of his face, took a picture of him laying face down, ass up. They took a piss on him.
“You should have stayed hood, brother.” They threw a cigarette bud on him and left him laying there, snuffing his aching chest. When Yoongi was sure they were gone and had stopped beating him up, he rolled to his back, clutching his left rib then his left arm. He helps himself up, spitting out the blood pooling in his mouth. He stopped by a corner and vomited every content he had consumed in his stomach. His walks were wobbly, almost aimless from the dizziness he endured. Hitting his head on the concrete repeatedly is not fun. It’s been awhile since he had felt that.
He waves to the incoming taxi by the street.
He groans in pain as he climbs in the back of the silver sedan, evoking a concern to the driver. He passes a pair of unease eyes through the rearview mirror at Yoongi’s flaccid body wondering if he should make a turn to the districts’ police station. Instead, Yoongi directed him to a suburban neighborhood with a small 24-hour clinic.
“Perhaps the clinic or hospital?” the driver suggested, “You look like you’ll need some X-rays done.”
“No, no, just take a left at this junction here,” Yoongi hisses, swallowing yet another blood-tasting saliva.
You saw a pair of headlights shining through your bedroom curtains. In a hurry, you took out your cardigan and walked out to the living room where you saw a taxi. As you pushed the grill away, you saw a figure crouching out of the taxi and from the knuckle tattoo, you knew who it was but you don’t know why he was here.
You took your phone and paid for his ride via QR pay. Then you lunged his arm over your smaller frame of a body and brought him inside the house.
“What the hell happened to you? You’re supposed to be at the hospital, or the police station, why the hell are you here?” you lay him on the floor of your rented house, so he leans his back on the wall.
“I came to see if you’re okay,” you heard him say through gritted teeth. You hardly even recognise him from his busted face.
“Who did this to you?” you reached for your phone, lasering down the state of him. Yoongi starts coughing, small droplets of blood splattering on the white tiles. He didn’t answer. He just begins taking off his leather jacket. His black t-shirt is torn from his right collarbone to just underneath his left breast.
“This is about the advanced engineering diploma list, isn’t it?” you knelt next to him. He presses his index finger to his puckered lips, hushing you — shaking his head and wearing a gentle smile.
“... Don’t worry, the pain will pass,” he was calm and oddly at home in his state. His bloodied state. You were on the verge of crying seeing him like that. This is someone you know, someone whose future you cared about. Bringing him a wet towel, you wring the excess warm water from the towel and wipe down his face and chin, the blood stains had dried and flaked themselves on his skin. In time, the clear waters turn burgundy.
“I didn’t know it…” you choked, “I didn’t know it would…”
Yoongi laid the back of his head on the wall, turning slightly to the left then right.
“You’re so gullible,” he glued his eyes on you as tears were rolling down your face, “Not sure if that’s a curse or a blessing.”
“I’m taking you to the panel hospital tomorrow, and I’ll have the manager sign your week off. I will not tell anyone what happened, I’ll let you decide what you want done to those perpetrators,” you declared, wringing the towel one last time, “Once I find out their names, I will have them on my chokehold.”
Yoongi straightens in his seat, “Then you shall never find out.”
“You were beaten to a pulp and you limped your way to my house to check if I was okay — that’s very telling who they were. They work where we work. It is as clear as day.”
“Don’t do anything.”
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