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Yoongi M.list
Masterlist
Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst 🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack 🔞-Smut
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Dating Yoongi headcanons💜🌧🗯
Dating headcanons pt.2💜🔥
Yoongi Nsfw Headcanons (request) 🔞💜
Yoongi asmr headcanons (request)💜
Yoongi x Idol dating headcanons (request)💜
Mornings with Yoongi (request) 💜
Partner Privileges (request)💜
Yoongi Breakup Headcannons (request)💥🌧
Yoongi with S/o with Chronic Pain (request)🌧💜
Long Distance Relationship Headcanons (request) 💜🌧
The Fans Love Y/n (request)💜
Holidays With Yoongi HCs (request)💜
3:04am 💜🌧
3:13pm 💜
12:03am 💜
Promise (request) 💜🌧
Soft 💜🔥
On Your Period (request) 💜🌧
Jealous Yoongi (request) 💜
Perfect for Me (request) 💜🌧
Telling Him Your Demisexual (request) 💜
"Fuck it" (request) 🔥
When You Get Jealous (request) 💜
"You Broke Me" (request) 💜🔥
Take a Chance on Me (series) (request)💜🌧
Safe Place (request) 💥🌧💜
Five More Minutes (request) 💜
"Made For Me" (request) 🔞💜
Nerd (request) 💜🗯
Every Little Thing (request)💥🌧💜
"I Missed This" (request) 💜🔞
Second Glances (request) 💜💥🔥
Take Care Of You (request) 💜🌧
Better For You (request)💜🔞
6:58pm/Moments Like This (request)💜
Sweet Morning (request) 💜🔥
"Eyes On Me" (request) 🔞💜
Shy (request) 🔞💜
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the road not taken | myg
Summary: To have the job you’ve always wanted and the life you’ve always dreamt of you had to break a few hearts, including your own. Four years later after running away from your home, your family and friends, you realized that maybe you fucked up; you’ve been a bad daughter, a bad sister and a bad friend. Getting your shit together seemed difficult enough, you didn’t expect that it included facing the first man who ever broke your heart: your brother’s best friend.
part one: back home
part two>
—pairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress oc
—rating: +18
—genre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)
—warnings/tags: angst, fluff, eventual smut, angst, sexual tension? lmao, slow burn, flashbacks, ANGST!! Btw english is not my first language !!
—words: 12k
—a/note: literally finding the courage to post this rn because yesterday i had an identity crisis and i wanted to delete everything!!! but i hope you like it more than me <3 feedback is very much appreciated, if you want to be on the taglist pls let me know!!
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Four years ago.
In your almost twenty one years of life, you never had to spend the holidays without your eldest brother, you were never prepared for that. All the attention of your family was fixed on you now, making you feel like you were an only child for the first time. It felt weird, but nostalgic, like you were waiting for him to enter through the door at any moment. You supposed it was going to happen at some point, opening the gifts with just your mom, sitting on the front seat of the car for the first time while listening to christmas songs on the radio, only to arrive to your grandparents’ home and attempt to survive the questions of your future alone, that didn’t sound fun at all.
Simon, your eldest brother, didn’t die, by the way, he just got a girlfriend. A girlfriend? Yes, a girlfriend, that word wasn’t part of his vocabulary, or at least it wasn’t a few years ago when he left for college, but now all of a sudden he had a serious one, the kind who invited their boyfriends to spend the holidays with their families. Now Simon wore knitted sweaters, drank black coffee and listened to all the bands your uncle liked, he grew up, or something like that, but you didn’t think he grew up enough to get a girlfriend, to fall in love. Well, you hoped he was in love, you didn’t meet the girl yet but you hoped he was, at least that was what he said.
Yes, Christmas without your brother sounded a bit sad, but New Year’s eve on the other hand… didn’t sound so bad.
If your brother’s absence would’ve happened years ago, you would’ve planned this the same way as always, getting drunk with your highschool friends at the only decent party that there was in your hometown around that time, only this time he wasn’t going to be around to tell you to stop drinking or to take the joint off your mouth when you failed to hide from him to smoke weed. But this year you got sick of all that, you got sick of the same faces from highschool and all the girls who approached you just because they wanted to fuck your brother, or all the girls who fucked your brother’s best friend, maybe you got sick of the same music, the same party, the same people. This year you felt like you were seventeen again, too afraid to wish that something different could happen, maybe this time you weren’t coming home alone after watching Yoongi giving the first kiss of the year to some random girl, maybe this time your heart wasn’t going to hurt that much.
Yoongi, your brother’s best friend, was painfully always there in your life, you didn’t know how the mess that was your brother was able to have such a good friend, they knew each other even before you were born, when they were only four and met each other at basketball practice. Yoongi was always like your brother’s conscience, the voice of reason, the calm one, the designated driver ever since he was sixteen, the smart one, the boy every mother wanted as their son. Yoongi was the boy who helped you with your math homework when you were eleven, he was the boy who defended you when your brother made fun of you, the boy who gave you his joystick so you would stop crying when you found out your brother was making you play with the one that didn’t work. He was sweet and kind with everybody, you wished you knew that when you were twelve so you could save yourself the eternal heartache that came along with being in love with a man who only saw you as your brother’s little sister.
Yoongi was always mature, always wiser, always older. And you were always immature, always stubborn, always younger. Just a brat who couldn’t stand the fact that he was the only one you wanted, but the only one you couldn’t have.
Maybe forgetting about him when he went away to college was the best thing that happened to you, you pretended he didn’t exist during the school year and made yourself believe you got over it, that your heart didn’t jump every time you called your brother and you heard his voice in the background, that you didn’t read every birthday message he sent you since you were sixteen until you memorized them, that you didn’t compare every guy to him and that you weren’t annoyed when you realized that none of them was half as intelligent as him. You were obligated to pretend you weren’t condemned to look for his face in every crowd ever since you were a teenager. All that mental effort was wasted away when you came back home for the holidays and saw him sitting on your couch again.
You repeated the cycle every year as you pretended that your heart wasn’t tired of it, like seeing him that morning in your kitchen didn’t make your heart drop like you were twelve years old again.
It began when you heard voices coming from the second floor, an outburst of laughter, your mother’s laughter, and then the laugh that echoed so many times in your dreams, were you still in a dream? You thought you might be in one when you entered the kitchen and saw the long figure of the man, the long figure of Yoongi, sitting on a stool as he peeled a tangerine and listened to your mother talk, but the minute they noticed your presence they fell silent.
Two pairs of eyes landed on your sleepy face, making you aware that you were wearing your old pajamas, the one that was pink and had a bunny pattern all over it. You locked eyes with him and it felt like it hadn't passed a day since the last time you saw him.
“What are you two gossiping about so early?” You wondered out loud, slowly approaching the aisle of the kitchen, slowly approaching Yoongi, whose hair was slightly shorter from the last time you saw him and whose cheeks were still red from the cold outside. You arrived three days ago, confidently thinking that even if your mind was a mess at least you didn't have to see your brother's best friend's face.
In your mind, you cursed your mom for always telling him that he will be forever welcomed in her house.
“Why do you care?” He spat at you, following your figure with his eyes as you sat in one of the stools beside him. “That’s between your mom and me.”
“Dude,” You said under your breath, grabbing a tangerine from the bowl of fruits in front of you “You have to get a fucking girlfriend.”
Your mother frowned, annoyed, but Yoongi is too used to you to do anything else but laugh.
“God, darling, you barely open your eyes and you’re already cursing.” She complained, shaking her head in disapproval. You shrugged, pretending to pay full attention to the tangerine in your hands.
“It’s fine, Lila. I can handle her.” He said, carefree as ever.
You scoffed, “Yeah, sure.” You played it cool, as if that didn’t make your heart jump a little. “What are you doing here, anyway? Weren’t you supposed to come back for christmas?”
“Why?” He asked, “You want me gone?”
You saw a stupid smirk appear in his face, the same one you’ve seen countless times in the past. It seemed to be the only thing that could put out your cocky attitude.
“Don’t be stupid.” You managed to answer, running away from his eyes.
You heard him sigh “I finished early, I arrived last night.” He answered the question, reaching his hand under the counter to pinch your thigh, as if that could shake off your bad attitude, plot twist: it only made it worse. “That’s what I was talking about with your mom, I left Simon behind while he was still dealing with exams.”
“Such a good friend.” You joked.
“Maybe… But hey, he’s the one who ditched me for a girl after all.”
“Well, if it’s a pretty girl you can’t blame him so much.”
“If you say so…” He hissed, rolling his eyes “What about you, huh?” He changed the topic “What are you doing here two weeks early?”
“You see, this is my house.” You quickly replied, putting the first tangerine segment between your lips to avoid saying the truth. He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head.
Of course there was a coherent reason for why you weren’t in school right now, but since you arrived you couldn’t seem to quit the bad attitude, especially in the mornings, it was driving you crazy.
“You shouldn’t ask, dear.” Your mom intervened, turning around to wash her mug previously filled with coffee “Sensitive topic.”
Yoongi’s eyes shifted to you again, as well as his whole body, curiously raising his eyebrows.
“Sensitive topic.” You mocked your mother, annoyed that she used such words. She was quick to disappear from the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone. You wondered if she was already tired of hearing you whine.
“Don’t think I won’t ask you about it.” He smirked, stealing a segment of your tangerine just to annoy you.
Oh, you were sure he would want all the details.
“Whatever.” You gritted your teeth. “You only came to see Lila? I bet she would love to switch you with me.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Yoongi smugly said, ignoring the sudden annoyed look on your face, he was too used to it to be bothered by it. “But as much as I love your mom, I came to see you.”
You blinked, not sure what to say next. Now your angry expression turned into a surprised one, cursing yourself for feeling excited to hear that. You knew Yoongi finished early and was coming back home, you asked your brother about it last time he called you, you were just playing dumb when you asked, but when Simon told you he was going to be in town you didn’t expect to see him in your house the next day he arrived.
“Me?” You tried to confirm.
“Yeah, you.” He said, booping the tip of your nose “Simon told me you’ve been having trouble with your car, I thought I could help.”
You nodded, that made more sense than him just coming to see you.
“Simon is such a snitch.” You murmured.
“I can’t deny that…” He laughed, looking at you tearing apart your tangerine and putting another segment between your lips, “Do you… want me to help?”
“Maybe…” You murmured “Do I have to pay you?”
“Maybe…” Yoongi answered, imitating your tone “Or you can just tell me why you are here before the break, I don’t know.”
You squinted at him, knowing it was just a matter of time until everybody found out you dropped out of college, but there was certain relief in delivering the news to Yoongi, something inside you told you he would understand.
“Bold of you to blackmail me when I know you won’t fix my car properly.” You accused him, mentioning that time he tried to fix your brand new car when something happened to it and you had to take it to his uncle’s garage when he made it worse.
“C’mon, that was only once.”
“Let’s not make it twice, then.” You clapped your hands, getting off the stool to walk towards the stairs to your room again “Let me change first. And don’t try to seduce my mom while I’m gone, it won’t work.”
You heard his laugh from behind, and even if you thought about it, you didn’t dare to look back.
Not even five minutes later, you found yourself with him in your cold garage under the dim old light that provided you the tiny room. You supposed it was easier to open the garage door but you didn’t want your fingers to be frozen.
You sat on the old desk in the corner of your garage as you watched Yoongi open the hood of your car, trying not to stare when pulled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.
He was wearing a beige sweater that tightened around his shoulders and his waist, Simon told you that he and Yoongi started going to gym lately and you could tell, his back was wider than you remember and you hated how different he looked from the last time you saw him.
You hated to think there were people who saw him everyday and couldn’t tell the difference.
You looked at your feet hanging in the air, hearing him suck his breath just to let you know he was just about to start throwing questions at you.
“So?” He asked, persistent as always.
“So what?” You played dumb.
“So?” He emphasized, not willing to give up.
So? You didn’t know how to start. Serious talks weren’t your thing, and even if you knew that Yoongi wasn’t expecting that from you, you still felt a rush of nervousness when the absence of his voice filled the room, your cue to start talking.
“Mmm… It’s difficult to explain.” You trailed off. “I’m starting to think that I might be the black sheep of the family.”
Your words made him turn his head at you, curious to hear more.
“The black sheep?” He repeated.
“Yeah, I think so.” You confirmed, without saying anything else.
“Fine…” Yoongi scratched the back of his head, a bit confused, something that was normal when he was with you. “You’re not giving me a lot of context.”
You knew this, but making a joke was easier than telling the whole truth. You wished you could tell him jokes until he forgot what your mother told him. But no, your mother already opened her mouth and now you had to explain your life crisis to the man in front of you.
“Let’s just say.. I dropped out of the semester…” You mumbled, unsure of your own voice “but I’m thinking that it is not just the semester, maybe it’s the whole thing.”
Yoongi turned his whole body to you, paying full attention to your words “Really?” He asked, just in case you were joking, but by the look in your eyes and the tone of your voice he could tell that you weren’t playing. You just nodded “Why, though?”
“That’s something I’ve been asking myself.”
“You don’t know?” He chuckled, making you roll your eyes.
“Maybe I don’t know.” You tried to admit, but that was a lie.
“Mmm, but I think you do know, though.” He contradicted you, turning around to keep checking your car.
“Well, kind of… Do you want me to tell you half of the truth or a lie?” You offered him, leaving him without many options.
“Well, you are not very democratic, Pinky.” He scoffed, using the not-so-funny nickname he’s been calling you ever since you were kids. Only Yoongi could still be calling you like some character from an old cartoon that aired twenty years ago. “But I choose the half truth.”
“Wise decision, as always.” You commented, clicking your tongue. “The half truth is… that being a nurse is not my thing, I don’t want to be that predictable, being the bitch in highschool that ended up being a nurse. At least I want to be the bitch in high school who ended up being something else. And I was not happy at college, not even a bit. I don’t think that’s who I am”
Yoongi frowned, trying to process all the words you just vomited. If that was half the truth, what was the whole truth?
“Wait, wait. Let’s go for parts.” He stopped you. “So, now you were a bitch in high school?”
“You know I was.” You said, rolling your eyes.
Bitch was a strong word to call yourself, but to be fair you weren't being the nicest with yourself these past weeks. You stared at him, waiting for him to admit that yes, you were a bitch when you were seventeen years old, but that would be a lie. Yoongi would never have called you a bitch, you did have an attitude, you weren’t the friendliest in the mornings, you weren’t friends with everyone, you treated boys like shit, but you weren’t a bitch to him.
“Isn’t that too… harsh?” He asked softly.
“Isn’t it the truth?” You kept pushing it, but you were crazy if you think he’s going to agree with you.
Yoongi shook his head, taking a long step to break the small distance that was between the two of you so he could be in front of you. As a gentle gesture, he put his cold hands on your knees, it was not an unusual gesture, but it had been so long since you had him that close that you couldn’t help but shiver. “I know you don’t like me getting all sappy, but I hope you know that only you get to decide who you are, and if you don’t think that is a nurse, then it’s not.” He rubbed his palms on your clothed skin, searching for his last words. “But, I must say, I don’t think a bitch is who you are either.”
The cold room suddenly turned warm under his gaze, catching you with your guard down once again. You hated when he turned conversations into something like this, and worse, you hated when you bumped into the ugly reality that surrounded you when his eyes stopped looking at yours. This was not easier than last year, you wondered if it will ever be easy.
“Well, the boys in my class might disagree.” You said, looking straight into his eyes.
He laughed. “Well boys at that age are dumb.”
“Boys are always dumb.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Even me?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you like he was a little girl.
“Especially you, I bet you don’t know what the hell are you doing right now with my car.”
Yoongi reached out to try to pinch your knees, but you escaped from his fingers. “God, you’re so mean.” He complained
“So mean?” You questioned, moving closer to him and pretending to be annoyed.
“Yeah, so mean” He repeated “But not a bitch.”
You rolled your eyes, watching him turn around again to come back to your car. You can’t help but feel disappointed when he moved away. “So… If you are not a nurse, what are you?”
You tilted your head, thinking about it. What were you? Well, in your room you were a dancer and in your dreams a mermaid, but in reality you were too embarrassed and too afraid, too insecure to admit what “you were”.
“I don’t know.” You hesitated to answer. You loved Yoongi, in more ways that you could ever allow yourself to love him, but you could not tell him all your dreams just like that.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” He sang, mocking you, but from your position you could only resist pushing him into your car. “You don’t have to say it, I already know.”
You quirked an eyebrow, curious. “Do you?” A smirk appeared on your face, but he couldn’t see it, he was still working on God knows what.
“Kind of…” He laughed “I don’t know exactly, but I do know that you are too bright to just be a nurse, with all due respect to the nurses, of course.”
You stared at his back until he turned his head to find your eyes, offering you a soft smile. You mentally cursed him, if he hadn’t turned around you could blush like a teenager without care, but now your cheeks were red and your heart was jumping, the only thing you could hope for was that he couldn’t hear it from where he was standing.
“That isn’t very respectful to nurses.” You simply said, and he shook his head, laughing.
“Maybe, but I still stand by what I said.”
“Well, whatever I might be,” You started saying, trying to keep talking with all your feelings still swirling around inside your chest, “I still don’t want to disappoint any more people by making the wrong decision and coming back to live with my mom in six months.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh, not because he was mocking you, but because he couldn’t believe how you couldn’t be at least a little positive, how you were only twenty one and you felt like there was no turning back.
“Who don't you want to disappoint?” He chuckled, “I really thought you didn’t care about that stuff.”
“I thought so too!” You exclaimed, just as surprised as him. “But I already disappointed my mom, Simon will be disappointed too when he finds out, I’m sure.”
“God, you’re so wrong, I don’t even know who I’m talking to right now.” He tried to joke, but the feeling of emptiness that had been living in your stomach for the past months didn’t go away just like that. “Do you really think that about your mom?”
“I don’t know!” You said, throwing your arms in the air to be just a little more dramatic that you were already being “But when I told her she made that face that she does when she’s annoyed or upset, now she wants to talk to me about the future every time we sit down to eat, she looks at me like that all the time, like she’s mad with me or something.”
For the past few days you tried to understand your mom, but you failed when you tried to understand yourself. After Simon followed Yoongi to law school, your mom expected you to do something similar, and when you decided to be a nurse she was content enough, both of her kids were off to college now, nothing could go wrong.
Your mom always bragged that she knew you like the palm of her hand, the only conclusion she could reach when you appeared at your house with the news was that you were never happy with what you had, you always had to have something else, something you couldn’t have. And even if you were about to be mature enough to admit she was right, you knew she wasn’t completely. Yes, you were a brat, but you felt in your heart this time was different.
“C’mon, Pinky. I don’t think your mom is disappointed, I’m sure she is just confused. You were two years into college, she must think this came out of nowhere, she’ll have time to understand that it didn’t.” He turned around a pointed a tool hanging on the wall, you didn’t knew the name of it, or what the fuck he was doing with your car, but you handed it to him anyway. “And, she’ll have even more time to understand that you’re not Simon and that her children are two completely different people.”
“Do you think?” You murmured.
“Yes, dummy. And you’re crazy if you think your brother would ever be disappointed in you for something like that, he is the first person that supports you no matter what, he’ll understand that dropping out of college is not the end of the world.”
You stayed in silence, not daring to say a single word after what he said. You wanted to say that you were tired of all of that, how predictable Yoongi was, how terribly annoying it was for him to always be right. How was it that he always knew what to say? Was it so hard for him to be wrong at least once so you could argue with him? So you could correct him and tell him that he was saying nonsense? Yes, it was. You just rolled your eyes, even if he wasn’t watching you.
“You’re insufferable.” You said, when what you really wanted to say was just “thank you”, but he understood.
“Maybe I am.” He laughed, “But at least I’m not the one trying to find excuses to be miserable.”
You watched him put the tools aside and closed the hood of your car, but you were too focused on something else to ask if your car was okay or not. He grabbed a piece of cloth lying next to you and wiped his hands, “What about my grandma?” You wondered out loud, like he knew what to do about that as well.
“You’re seriously not thinking about your grandma right now.” He leaned over your car, with his arms crossed over his chest while shaking his head disapprovingly. If it was any other guy doing that, you would have told him to get the fuck away from your car, but Yoongi still had his sleeves rolled up, which made you think it was okay for now.
“But I am.” You answered “I can already picture her face when she finds out, I can already hear the comments of her neighbor’s daughter, how she’s on her fourth year of medicine and I’m going back to square one again or some shit like that. The worst thing is that Simon is not here, so I’ll have to endure all of that alone.”
Yoongi was run by logic most of the time, so it was hard for him to understand how fast your imagination flew, but he knew that was part of your very theatrical self. It wouldn’t hurt him to become a little more like you, maybe being a rational person made him more intelligent, but sometimes made him more of a fool.
“And since when do you care what your grandma thinks?” He laughed, “She will always have something to complain about, to impress her you would have to be born again, but this time blonde and with blue eyes. Do I need to remind you again, that woman doesn’t have a loving bone in her body?”
“God, stop.” You sighed, fully knowing he was right.
“You stop.” He laughed, “Stop trying to make everyone happy but yourself.”
“Well, maybe that’s the hardest thing to do.” You murmured.
“Getting your shit together is the hardest thing to do, but I’m sure you’ll get there.”
Believing Yoongi surely is not the hardest thing to do for you, but when it comes to believing in yourself is a whole different thing.
“Says the man who always has his shit together.” You snorted “Difficult to believe you.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, moving from your car to sit next to you on top of the uncomfortable desk “That’s not true.” He tried to deny it.
“Yeah, sure.” You bumped his shoulder “Name one time you couldn’t balance your personal life with your academic life.”
Yoongi straightened his back, crossing his arms over his chest and pretending to think about it.
“Mmm… Right now?” He murmured.
“Right now?” You repeated, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.
“Yeah, look at me.” He pointed at himself. “I don’t think I have a personal life at this point, all I could think about was finishing early to come home to my mom so I could take care of her, and guess what?”
“What?” You asked, curiously.
“She told me she already planned a trip with my aunt for both Christmas and new years. She ditched me, and now? I’m alone, I’m starting to think my personal life was just my mom.”
You covered your mouth, not being able to hold yourself back before bursting in laughter. “She ditched you?” You laughed, but he nodded, annoyed that you’re laughing at him. “Oh my God, she got rid of you.”
“She got rid of me.” He affirmed.
“Lucky her, honestly.” You teased him “Isn’t that proof enough that you have to relax with her? You’re in college worrying about her health and she’s here organizing trips with her sister.”
Yoongi shook his head, still in denial, “Maybe, but she can’t do things like this without letting me know first.”
“Why not?” You scoffed “She’s an adult, isn’t she?”
“She’s an adult, but I’m her son.” He huffed “And that’s all I’ve ever known to do, care for her.”
“Well, you can take care of her at the same time you take care of yourself.” You reminded him “I’m sure that’s what your mom wants as well, she would be pissed to know you’re forgetting about your own life being busy worrying about her.”
Yoongi knew you were right, he knew that more than anyone but still couldn’t help but worry about his mom. She had her siblings, who always knew how to take care of her, but he always felt like it was his responsibility as her son to do it, no one could take that thought off his mind. The only reason he brought it up was because you asked, but it was not a thing he wanted to discuss right now, he could put his social life on pause if that meant his mom was going to be okay.
He turned his head at you, offering you an amused grin as he ruffled your hair with his hand, willing to change the topic. “Why are you scolding me? I’m supposed to scold you.”
You pushed his hand off you, “I don’t need you to scold me, I have enough with my mom.” You sighed “Besides, if it were a competition, I would win. At least you have a future, I’m more fucked than you.”
“No, yeah. I’m sure of that.” He teased you back “You just have to make up your mind, I know it’s a mess inside there but I believe you can do it.”
“I hope so.” You said, and this time your words are sincere. “But for now the plan is to survive the holidays, then I can get my shit together.”
Yoongi laughed, sitting next to you on top of the uncomfortable desk. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” He agreed. “And you know, about christmas…”
“What about christmas?” You asked, at the risk of looking so visibly lost in his eyes.
“I was thinking… Since I don’t have any plans for Christmas…” He hesitated to say, lengthening the syllables of his words. “I was thinking… If you want to, I can go with you in place of your brother. You know, so you won’t be alone.”
The offering took you off guard, among all the things Yoongi could tell you, (the realistic ones, not the ones that only happened in your dreams) that was the most surprising. You had spent Christmas with Yoongi in the past, but your heart jumped at the thought of him spending Christmas with you, and not with your brother. Was he serious?
“Really?” You asked, afraid that he could see the excitement in your eyes “Would you do that?”
“Of course.” He smiled, “We can talk shit about your grandma together.”
You can hardly hide the smile on your face, you have to suppress the immense urge you have to hug him. “In that case, I would love it if you come.” You dared to admit “I mean, you owe me that for fucking up my car again.” You pointed at your car, already knowing that he couldn’t fix it.
He closed his eyes shut, throwing his head back “God, I’m sorry.”
Present
You had been wishing to sleep in your childhood bedroom for the past two months. You had been wishing to lay under the baby blue covers, have your mom kiss you goodnight and sleep a nap long enough to heal your heart.
You had been feeling like you were thirteen again for the whole year, thirteen and completely clueless, thirteen and scared, running home because you just saw your brother’s best friend kissing a girl at the bus stop, hiding under the covers and trying to forget that you were thirteen and there was no way he could ever see you the same way as that girl.
The last time that you visited your mom’s house was a year ago. You texted her every week, sent her and your brother gifts and tickets so they could see you in the current play you were in, but visiting her house was harder than it looked for you. You managed to come once every few years for thanksgiving, telling your mom that you were busy and that theater life was like that, but the truth was that after so many years you still couldn’t find the courage to spend more than two days in the town you grew up in, not after everything, not after Yoongi.
After so long, you were back where you started, running home after hitting a wall. The life you built with your own hands, the life that was supposed to be your dream turned out to be a lie, the boyfriend of three years you thought you loved was now gone, and the only person who ended up breaking your heart was yourself.
When was the moment you stopped calling you brother every three days? Or when you stopped showing up at every birthday? When was the moment you got so far from the person you used to be? You weren’t thirteen anymore, you were twenty five and just now you realized that no matter how many shiny people you have around, you are still alone and far from home.
Now you were headed home, with a bag full of clothes in the trunk of your car, prepared to install yourself in your mom’s house for the rest of the winter, determined to get your shit together, just like you thought you did a few years ago. Oh, how you wished you didn’t have to do this, how you wished you weren’t a complete mess. You wished you could enter your mother’s home and ignore the fact that you didn’t remember when was the last time you told her I love you, but to be fair with yourself, you didn’t remember the last time someone told you I love you either.
Your mom knew you were coming, she was the first one who knew about your break up with Ian, your boyfriend, so she was assuming that you were sad and heart broken, and even if that was true, it wasn’t because of the break up, you were the one who left him.
You didn’t know why, but you assumed that Ian understood what your relationship was, a sad pact that benefited both of your acting careers, a good image for the media, both of the most successful young actors being allegedly in love, and for you, just an arrangement to avoid being alone. How surprised you were when he got down on one knee and proposed, with his mom’s ring on one hand and a bunch of your so-called friends hiding in the distance, preparing to celebrate when you were supposed to say ‘yes’. He had a smile on his face, convinced that wasn’t the worst idea that ever crossed his mind. You thought it was clear that you never wanted to marry him, you believed you found someone who loved you enough not to leave you alone but not enough to marry you. God, you sounded crazy, but that was what you became, a superficial celebrity whose whole life was calculated enough so people thought it was perfect.
You felt like shit when you had to say no to Ian, but you had no other option. Everything was so fake it made you want to throw up, and on top of that, he was the asshole who didn’t even bother to invite your family to, what was supposed to be, your engagement party. If you were to say yes, where was your mom to hug you? Or to tell you that you were being mental for marrying someone you didn’t love? That was the moment when you knew you were about to lose it, that’s when you knew that if you stayed there you would’ve lost your mind, and you were so close to doing it, the only thing that finally woke you up was a marriage proposal.
You turned right, immediately recognizing you were close to home. You had to start doing things right, but where do you begin?
Four years ago
When you arrived home, the realization that almost every person in your life had found someone except you hit you. It started when your best friend, Emma, finally got a girlfriend last summer, then it followed with your brother spending the holidays with his new girlfriend, and now, to your complete surprise, you had to find out that even your mother was seeing someone for the first time in years.
Yes, at first you thought it was going be to weird to see your mother leaving you every afternoon to have dinner with her new boyfriend, -whom she refused to present to you just yet-, but after the first week of cooking for yourself to sit in the kitchen island and eating while watching a random youtube video, you realized it was not weird, but it was making you feel extremely lonely. Love seemed to be everywhere around you, but not for you.
That afternoon you helped her do the groceries, but she had already warned you that, once again, you were going to have to cook for yourself since she was not going to be around tonight.
All your friends from home were still away and they weren’t coming back for another two weeks, so you were almost completely alone in your hometown. And without you wanting it, only one particular name swirled in your mind, wondering if he was as lonely as you were, which he probably was, but you didn’t want any part of it. You were still trying not to look around too much in the grocery line hoping to see a familiar face, forcing yourself not to look up when you knew you were passing his street. You promised that you weren’t going to wait to see him again, as if that way you could prove something to yourself.
You expected Yoongi to disappear only to see him again the day before Christmas, you were sure he wasn’t going to appear at your doorstep like that morning, it wasn’t going to happen, you convinced yourself of it. Because of that, on the way home when you were riding in your mom’s car as you came back from the store, you thought that maybe you were just hallucinating when you saw him waiting in your driveway.
Your mom got down from the car first, you watched her giving him a hug and then observed them talking, you were sure he was going to offer to help with the bags and you were sure your mom was going to smile and accept his help. Your mom loved Yoongi, and Yoongi loved your mom, you could see it. When Yoongi was a kid and his mother had to spend long days at the hospital your mom always opened the doors of your house so he wouldn’t be alone. Like you, Yoongi grew up without a dad, so his mom was lucky to have your mom to look out for him when she wasn’t around.
You mustered courage and got down, surrounding the car to get to the trunk where the bags were and finding him with his arms already busy.
“Hi, Pinky.” He let out and in the cold you could see his breath. His nose was red and his eyes crystallized from the weather.
You barely got to open your mouth to greet him before your mom spoke. “Yoongi was looking for you.” She told you as she headed to the porch.
“Really?” You wanted to know, just in case your mom was lying, for some reason.
“Yeah, really.” He answered, watching you grab the last two bags and closing the trunk of the car. “Do you have any plans tonight?”
Your heels suddenly dug into the ground, making you stop dead to check if you heard that right. Yoongi didn’t notice, he started to walk backwards, heading towards the door as he looked at you and invited you to follow him. You took the first step, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to react. Did you have any plans tonight? For a second your mind went blank, completely forgetting you had a date with Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen in Breaking Dawn at nine pm.
You avoid his gaze, trying to come up with an answer. “Do you have any friends?” You asked. Classic you, insulting him in case he noticed your face was two seconds away from burning red. You heard your mom grunt as she entered through the door, but Yoongi just laughed.
“Do you?” He attacked back, smirking “Going to the store with your mom on a friday night, I thought you were popular in high school.”
“I was not, you must have confused me with my brother, we have the same nose.” You scoffed, walking with him to your house “And I do have friends, they’re just not around.”
“So you don’t have plans.” Yoongi confirmed for himself, letting you enter through the door first.
“No, not really.” You admitted, leading him to the kitchen to leave the bags on the counter. “Why? Did you want to take me out?”
The question was intended to come out as a joke, but it burned on your tongue. You often tortured yourself with those kinds of comments, but his answer was worse than any kind of cruel joke you could’ve made to yourself.
“Yes.” He said, leaving his bags next to yours. “That’s what I was thinking before you made fun of me for not having friends.”
You stayed quiet, pretending to look for something in the bags, pretending you weren’t screaming in your mind. Why on earth was he here? Why was he torturing you this way? You were enough of a mess, the last thing you needed was this, bringing you more torment than you already had.
You sighed, quickly coming up with another answer “Sorry I can’t retract myself.” You said. “But what were you thinking that was so important for you to come to my house instead of texting?”
“I was afraid that if I texted you would’ve said no.” He admitted.
You arched an eyebrow “Why?” You questioned.
“Because… I saw that the theater is doing a Christmas special, and they’re showing Home Alone tonight.”
“Which theater?” You asked, but you were fully aware which one was.
“You know, the one near the park with the weird fountains.” He said, confirming what you were thinking.
You wondered what to say next. There you had Yoongi, inviting you to watch a movie with him, ‒your favorite movie to be more specific‒ but at the place you used to secretly go to theater classes when you were thirteen until you finished highschool. You knew the place had those kinds of events where they showed old movies following a theme, as Christmas approached they never failed to show Home Alone as many times as they could.
Would it be so bad for him to find out that you used to be obsessed, maybe still were, with musicals? You never told him about that, let alone about the classes, that was something you used to keep to yourself and no one else, so going out with him meant to out yourself to him. It was inevitable for people to recognize you there, you knew a lot of your friends from back then were still very attached to the place, unlike you, who decided to leave everything behind once you left for college to be someone you didn’t want to be.
“I don’t know, I allow myself to watch Home Alone only once a year.” You tried to excuse yourself.
“I know that, that’s why I came here instead of texting” He said, “But I’ve come up with a solution, I tell you this, we can go and watch Home Alone tonight, and on Christmas we watch Home Alone 2.” He offered, but you felt offended he even dared to mention Home Alone 2.
“I don’t like Home Alone 2.” You reminded him. “I think it’s un-”
“Unrealistic that they lose Kevin twice, yeah, yeah, I know!” He interrupted you, stealing the words from your mouth. “But I like Home Alone 2, I think it’s still a good Christmas movie.” You stared at him with narrowed eyes, pretending to think about it, as if your heart was strong enough to even try to say no to him, even if that meant you had to go back to the place where you used to be a completely different person from who you were in school, and most importantly, even if that meant you would have to watch Home Alone 2. It was painful to admit that you already knew your answer when you saw him in your driveway. “Don’t be boring, Pinky. I’ve already got tickets.”
Just for a moment, while the dim lights of your kitchen lighted up his eyes as they begged you to go with him, you wished you had plans that evening already. You took a second to imagine a scenario where you told him that you weren’t free that night, that someone was going to pick you up later. You tried to imagine his face when you told him that you were in fact going out on a date with some other dude and pictured him heartbroken because you rejected him. But of course that wasn’t the case, your friends from college used to joke around and say that men ran away from you and only the brave ones were capable of asking you out, there was no way you were going out with someone who knew you in high school. And even if that were true, you lived in a reality where Yoongi wouldn’t flinch if you told him you were going out with someone else, a reality where you could never reject him. There was a part of you who enjoyed the pain of coming back to him, of being around him and living with the knowledge that at some point you'll have to get over him.
“Fine.” You finally gave in “I guess I could watch Home Alone 2 on Christmas”
He smiled victoriously, raising his fists in the air like he won some trophy.
You didn’t know what was worse, whether to have him around or not see him at all, you knew that the safest option was not seeing him, but your poor heart didn’t seem to understand that it was for the best.
Present
When you parked your car, you realized you didn’t have the keys to your house anymore. You were sure they were somewhere in your apartment back in the city, but even if you had remembered to look for them, you wouldn’t have found them, you had no idea where they were. It has been a long time since you thought about putting foot in your home, your real home, not the one back in the city, with countless empty rooms you had never used. They keys to your home, where were they? You bitterly laughed as you walked towards the porch, with your bags in your hands and your heart on your sleeve, that was how disconnected to the place where you grew up in you were.
The little pumpkins your mom put on the porch reminded you that the last time you were home was also october. The play you were in last fall was just about to end and you visited home for a weekend just to ask your mom to go and see you for your final performance. You remembered how angry you felt when she told you she and Phil, her boyfriend, had already planned a trip to Scotland for that same weekend. It took you a whole year ‒or even more‒ to realize that while you were busy living your life, your family was doing the same thing, you disappeared for months and they had no other choice but to keep going without you.
You stood in front of the big wood door for a few seconds, feeling like some prodigal daughter, until you decided to finally ring the bell.
As soon as your mom opened the door and you caught the surprised look on her face, you knew you weren’t supposed to be there, at least not yet.
“Darling! What…?” She breathed out as if she had seen a ghost, but to be fair you weren't far from looking like one, you didn’t remember the last time you had a proper sleep. “What are you doing here?”
You shrugged, not knowing if she was joking “I called you on the phone last month, don’t you remember?” You asked. The surprise on your mom’s face morphed into confusion, and for some reason it made your chest hurt a little.
“You told me you were coming Friday the 5th.” She said, but she didn’t move from the door, as if you were about to turn around, leave and come back for the date she thought you were coming.
“That’s… today.” You reminded her.
She frowned, raising her left arm to check the apple watch on her wrist, the one you gave her as a present for mother’s day a few months ago, immediately realizing that you were right. “God, where’s my mind?” She exclaimed, cleaning her hands on the apron she was wearing to grab one of your bags from your hand, finally leaning back to let you in. “Sorry darling, I don’t know what I was thinking when you called me.”
“It’s okay.” You said, more to yourself than to her, closing the door behind you “These days my mind is nowhere near, either.”
“No, it’s not okay. I can’t believe it flew over my head like that.” She kept complaining, taking off your coat for you to hang it on the coat rack “Do you have any more bags?”
You nodded “In the car.”
“Okay, let’s go grab them later.” She said, turning around to head towards the kitchen with a quick pace. “Follow me darling, I’m about to finish cooking, you arrived just in time for lunch.”
Well, your mom always seemed to be in a hurry, she was like every other mom after all, but today she looked more rushed than usual, making you wonder if your arrival was that unexpected, did you suddenly ruin her Friday just by appearing at her doorstep? The answer wasn’t clear to you, when she turned around you lost the chance to say that she shouldn’t worry since you were planning to spend the whole weekend in your room.. Now you were just trying not to look disappointed when she didn’t give you a hug as she disappeared into the kitchen.
You followed her, taking off your converse and throwing them somewhere in the hall. Your mom had enough energy for you both, it was like she forgot that you had been driving all morning to get there, maybe she thought you arrived on a jet, you didn’t know. You thought your tired face was sign enough that all you needed was a hot shower and a long nap.
“What am I gonna do?” She murmured to herself, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that you were there earlier. “Your room isn’t ready yet!”
You scowled, sitting on one of the kitchen stools. “What do you mean my room isn’t ready?”
“We’ve been using it as a storage room lately, until Phil adjusts himself.” She told you, but you didn’t understand a word she said. Storage room? Why was your mom’s boyfriend using your bedroom as a storage room?
“Mom, what are you talking about?”
“I’m sure I told you!”
You shook your head “Tell me what?”
She tilted her head with her mouth hanging open. You visibly saw her trying to remember something, filling the room with silence. Then, it hit her, her silence suddenly broke into laughter, she realized that, whatever was she was talking about, she didn’t tell you, you just didn’t know what. “Darling, Phil moved in september, how come we didn’t talk about this?” She let out, wondering out loud. “We are still getting the hang of it, he still has a lot of boxes, we decided to put it in your room for now.” She explained, like it was nothing, but you knew it wasn’t. It took her a long time before she introduced you to Phil, she always made it clear to him that her priority was her kids, so it was a big step for her to let Phil move in.
You shook your head, immediately avoiding her gaze when you felt a sudden rush of guilt washing over your body when you tried to remember when was the last time you spoke with your mom on the phone apart from last month, when you told her you were coming today.
“Oh, mom, I had no idea.” You said as if you were apologizing, you kinda were. “I’m gonna start looking for somewhere else to crash, I still don’t know for how long I’m staying.”
She waved her hands, rushing to interrupt you “My God, sweetie, no! You know you can stay here for as long as you want, this is your house!” She said, but you struggled to believe her “But I really thought you were coming next Friday! When was your last show?”
God, the last thing you wanted to think about now was work.
“Just last week.” You replied, hoping that she wouldn't want to comment too much about it.
“How was it?” She continued to ask, going against your wishes.
Terrible, you wanted to say, you couldn’t wait to get off the stage. You did your job and you left, all your partners begged you to stay for the after party but you were exhausted, you left as soon as you could. That was supposed to be an important moment for you, the wrap up of your first main role, a clear achievement of your short career. After you did the first show of the season you went to bed wishing it could last forever, but last week you were just relieved that it finally ended.
You wouldn’t tell that to your mom, you didn’t want to worry her, so you just told her a little white lie.
“Oh, it was great.” You smiled, hoping that in that way it would be more believable. “I had a great time, but I needed to come back home for a while.”
“Well, you worked hard, now you deserve to rest” She said “And besides that… how have you been, huh?” She asked with a soft voice, making you raise your gaze to find her warm eyes and a warm smile. You failed to remember that you couldn’t lie to your mom, she always saw through you, and to be honest she would be a fool not to notice the tired look on your face. It bothered you just a bit that the main reason why she was asking about it was because of the breakup.
“Why, because of Ian?” You asked.
“No just because of him, just… how have you been about everything?”
“Well, fine, I think so.” You kept lying “Me and him… I don’t know, I don’t think I felt the same way about him anymore, I had to end it, I’m sure he deserves someone who feels the same, right?”
She hummed, not really convinced. “You deserve someone like that, too, don’t you think?”
“Maybe.” You sighed “But that topic gives me headaches.”
Your mother snorted, “Well, don’t expect me to be satisfied with that answer, after you take a nap I’m gonna ask you all about that.”
“How nosy.” You chuckled. “You just want to talk shit about your ex son in law.”
“Of course, don’t act like you don’t want to do that too, I know you too well.” You rolled your eyes, but of course she was right. “Anyway, since I thought you were coming next week I planned a dinner for tonight with everyone, they’ll be so happy to see you, but you know, I understand if you want to skip it with everything that’s happening, I’m sure no one will ask about it, but still. You came here to be alone so I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed around a lot of people.”
“Ask about what? The news isn’t out yet” You asked, confused.
Your mom turned around again, looking as confused as you. “Haven’t you checked your phone today?” She asked cautiously.
“No, it died a few hours ago. I haven't had the chance to charge it in the car.” Your words made her confused expression fade into a concerned one.
“Darling, you might want to check it now.” She pointed to the charger that was connected next to the fridge. The look on her face could only mean that something wasn’t okay.
You slowly got off the stool, heading towards the other side of the room as you took your phone from your pocket to connect it to the charger. You knew it was just a matter of time until people found out that you and Ian broke up, but you thought the news would’ve be handled the same way as always, a statement from both you, the only reason why you didn’t do it yet was because you and Ian weren’t talking since the proposal happened.
When your phone finally turned on, a rush of anxiety ran down your body when a thousand notifications began to appear on the screen, including fifty missed calls from both your manager and publicist, you had a feeling that maybe the situation was worse than you thought. “What the fuck happened?” You murmured to yourself, looking at your mother in search for answers. “Did Sally call you?” You asked her, fully knowing that Sally, your manager, had strict orders not to bother anyone in your family with calls about anything related to work.
The room suddenly fell in silence, your mom hesitated to answer, you knew she didn’t want to be the one to give you bad news.
“No, but a friend of mine sent me an article.” She explained, her voice suddenly sounding small. “I didn’t read it, you know, I didn’t even open it, I don’t like gossip.”
Your mind tried to put two and two together; missed calls from your manager, an article about you, gossip, that didn’t sound fucking right.
“Fuck, I have to call her.” You gritted your teeth, wasting no time marking her number. You felt your head swirling just by imagining the sound of her voice yelling at you for not answering her calls.
Less than five seconds later, like she was waiting by the phone, she picked up. “Fucking finally.” Was the first thing you heard, “Where the fuck were you?”
The irritated tone on her voice took you by surprise, making you jump in you place “Driving, for four fucking hours.” You rushed to say “My phone was dead, what is going on?”
You heard her inhale, trying to keep her calm “Every single person in the world is trying to reach me right now except you. It’s a mess.”
“What?” You try not to yell “I just got home, I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Honey, it got leaked, has no one told you yet?”
Then, a beat of silence. The stress on her voice is enough to make you believe her, you didn’t have to think twice. Of course something like this was going to happen to you, you couldn’t run away from the city and pretend everything behind was going to stay as it was, your life from six hours ago was still there, and it was still a fucking mess.
“What part?” Was the only thing you could say. You felt yourself entering a cloud of uncertainty, your fist clenched on your lap and while you listened to her sighing, preparing you for the answer, you held your breath as if that way you could stop time.
“Everything.” She spat. “Listen, I didn’t want to freak you out with this, I tried to keep this situation on the low but it happened anyway. The story’s out, pictures are out, every fucking thing is out.”
You suddenly tense, feeling your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach
“What? What do you-?” You stuttered.
“I know you didn’t want anyone to find out about the proposal but it's the main headline, sweetie.”
Sally is not someone who’s known for sugarcoating her words, she was straightforward and didn’t mind being the person who delivered bad news, but today you could tell she was especially stressed, you were sure she was trying to handle this issue alone with you being gone for hours.
“Fuck.” You hissed “What about him, have you called his manager?”
“Of course I called his manager, but all of a sudden that prick doesn’t want to collaborate with me on this, apparently Ian doesn’t fucking care, how about that?”
“How come he doesn’t care?” You asked exasperatedly.
“That’s the idea that I got when his manager told me to manage this issue myself.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath as you took a moment to think about it. You knew Ian well enough, but you always held onto a kind version of him, the version of him who made you stay for so long, the version of him you chose to remember so your memories weren't all bad, but that version made you felt guilty for the question that was rotting on your mouth, waiting to be spat.
“Do you think it was him?” You asked her, but her bitter laugh on the other line made you realize it wasn’t a difficult question to answer.
“I mean, would that be so crazy?” She said “You and I are pretty sure who called the people to take those pictures. He's not happy, honey, to him this is just payback for what you did.”
That word echoed in your mind for longer than you would’ve wanted to, was that the way he decided to put this to an end? Payback?
Four weeks ago, you thought that was it. When you were at the backyard of the house of Ian’s grandparents and you saw him on his knees, asking you to marry him, you thought that was the moment when every bad decision you ever made caught up to you, when everything exploded in your face. Now you realized it didn’t end there, everything you’ve done still has consequences.
You closed your eyes, trying to ignore your mom’s eyes in the back of your neck. You left the room, coming back to the hall so you could be alone. You couldn’t just hang the phone and pretend none of that happened, as tempting as it sounded, you had to take care of it. “Okay, now what? Can you clean it?”
“I’ve been trying, but it can’t disappear, you know? It’s been up for a few hours.” She replied.
You nodded, as if she could see you “Okay, listen, it doesn’t matter. I can’t deal with this right now, I don’t care where it came from, I don’t care how the pictures look, what people are saying, I don’t want to know any of it. If people saw it, I don’t give a fuck, it’s me who doesn’t want to see it.” You firmly said “If the story’s out, fine, but I don’t want any major media posting the pictures, can you do that?”
You heard her humming “Mmm, are you sure you want to handle it in that way? No statement to the media? No post on instagram? Just radio silence?”
The thought of making a statement about your relationship in public made you want to throw up, “Are you kidding?” You laughed “There’s no way I’m making a statement about this if you can’t even get Ian’s manager on the phone for him to do the same. If I say anything about this and he stays quiet I’m going to look worse of a villain than I already am for rejecting him.”
“Honey, I don’t think you understand this.” She stopped you, “This isn’t just news that you broke up, this is news that he proposed to his girlfriend of three years and she said fucking no, a.k.a a scandal.”
You rolled your eyes, wanting to curse her for treating you like a five year old child. “No, hear me out, I’m not playing his game anymore.”
“You’re not the one who’s playing his game, he’s the one playing in yours.” She emphasized, “Let me be clear with this, and I’m trying to be nice even though I’ve been working all morning to get this to disappear just for you. You were the one who decided that the relationship was going to have this kind of publicity, you can’t back down now. This could harm your image, you need to make a statement whether he does the same or not.”
You stopped for a second, hating how right she was. Every bit of your relationship with Ian was out to the public, that was the whole point of it from the beginning. Your image as an actress wasn’t entirely constructed by your work, you took charge into making every piece of your private life part of it too, you sold it of your life to the public. After so many years of sharing everything with the media and fans, you knew it would be strange to stay in silence now, but in a matter of seconds the words piled up in your mind, making you see how ridiculously soulless a statement like that would look, lying about how much love and respect you held for Ian but at the end it didn’t work out, that you decided to stay as friends since you still loved each other so much, when the truth was that he was the one who leaked the pictures in the first place.
You were once again reminded to face the consequences, and that was what you were about to do.
“Sorry, Sally, but I'm not making a statement.” You let out, nervously tapping your foot against the floor “I started it, you’re right, but now I’ve decided to end this here. This is my private life we’re talking about, let me keep this thing to myself. The only thing that they need to know is that we’re no longer together, and from now on the only information they’ll get of me is about my work, are we clear?”
Your whole body shook in anticipation, expecting her to yell at you and tell you to do whatever she said, because you knew she knew better. You hoped she somehow didn’t see through your mask, you weren’t as hard as you wanted to sound, you weren’t as confident as you wanted to be. For years working with her you trusted her advice against all odds, and you knew she always meant well, she was just doing her job, but at this exact moment in your life you needed to stay silent.
She hesitated to answer, battling with herself and the love she had for you. “Look kid,” She said “I’m going to let you do what you want, but if this doesn’t end well I’m going to look for you in whatever farm you’re staying in right now and I’m going to strangle you, now are we clear?” She asked, repeating your last words.
It took you a second to understand what she just said, you felt so anxious you didn’t understand if she was giving you a green light or not. When you snapped out of it, you realized it was the closest you’ve felt to be relieved.
“We are clear.” You confirmed.
“I sure hope so.” You heard her sighing once again “I’ll make it disappear and you make sure to keep your phone close in case something happens. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m sorry for the trouble.”
“It’s fine.” She brushed it off “At least you’re not dead, I would’ve felt guilty for cursing you so much.”
“God, maybe the news of my death would make the news about the proposal disappear.” You tried to joke, fighting against the horrible feeling you still had on your stomach.
“Okay, kid. I’m hanging up before you get more morbid. Take care, okay?”
You chuckled quietly, “Thank you, Sally” You said before she hung up “Really, I appreciate it.”
The call ended, leaving your ears ringing and your heart hammering against your chest. You stayed in the hall, sitting on the first steps of the stairs and trying to make sense of what just happened.
You were aware that Ian was angry at you, you couldn’t tell if you broke his heart but you knew that you hurt his ego, and somehow that was worse. You had to admit that your ego was as big as his, so you understood he had to do the same thing to you. Sally was right, you led yourself to this, you managed the circus that was your public life and you were the one who chose him to cover up how miserable you felt. You still felt your blood boiling just by thinking how cruel it was what he did, and at the same time you couldn’t allow yourself to be angry at him because you thought you had it coming.
You thought you were so stupid for thinking that once you got here you were going to be okay, as if you could run away from yourself, as this house was a bunker, protecting you from everything you ever did. Suddenly, you felt all your emotions stacking up your throat, you felt your eyes burning before your whole face was soaked with hot tears of regret, you didn’t even remember when was the last time you cried, that’s how fucked up you were.
You covered your face, sobbing against your palms as you tried to calm yourself, remembering your mom was waiting for you in the kitchen and you had to come back to be a functioning person, but before you could, you heard her steps approaching you, gasping when she found you crying.
“Darling, what happened?” She asked, the concern in her voice made your heart hurt.
You quickly wiped your tears with the sleeves of your sweater as you watched her kneel beside you. “Nothing, just…” You tried to lie, but what was the use of that? She would know, and you were still going to continue carrying the pain on your chest for the rest of the day. You shook your head, feeling her thumbs wiping your tears from your face.
“It doesn’t look like nothing.” She whispered, like it was a secret between the two of you. “It’s about the article, right?” You nodded.
“It’s…” You inhaled, trying to catch your breath. “It’s about more than that.”
And then, the truth. As if you were a criminal caught in the scene of the crime, you had to tell the truth.
After you spent the whole afternoon trying to explain to your mom what was going on with your life, nothing could erase the worried look on her face, looking at you like you were thirteen and you had the flu, wanting to take care of you until it went away.
You felt ashamed, but you couldn’t keep lying to her, not completely at least. You had to tell her that you were never really in love but you felt so alone back in the city, you didn’t have anyone else. Most of your friends were fake, you were tired and sometimes overworked, not even your job was making up for the miserable life you were living anymore. You knew Ian was seeing other women and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to confront him about it, terrified that he’ll leave you in your big apartment alone. Your mom listened with a frown on her face, confused, asking why you never told her, asking why you never called, and you felt so embarrassed, so guilty for disappearing for so long.
“I’m sorry” was the only thing you could say, and even though she waved it off and said that you didn’t have to apologize for anything, you knew that wasn’t real. You had a bunch of this to apologize for, you didn’t even know where to begin.
After a shower, she offered her room for you to take a nap, and as you got into her bed, she sat next to you, hugging you for the first time in months.
You breathed out against her chest, feeling like a kid again around her arms. It was like she was trying to extract the sadness out of your body, and maybe it worked for now.
“You’re still invited to join us for dinner tonight, you know?” She murmured “I know you’re sad but it’s just us, maybe it’ll cheer you up.”
You nodded, “I’ll think about it, is that okay?”
“Of course, darling.” She smiled, kissing your forehead before getting up to leave.
Before she opened the door, you stopped her.
“Wait mom, who’s coming?” You asked before she disappeared from your sight.
She turned to you again, smiling. “Your brother, of course.” She said “He’s bringing Yoongi and his mom, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to see you.”
You snapped your eyes open, but before your mom could see your reaction she disappeared through the door, leaving you alone and with your heart clenched in your fist.
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HUSH | MYG - ONE
pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)
premise: in which you work for your brothers band by day and accidentally anonymously sext his bandmate on the regular by night! whoops !!
wc: 17.5k
for more details, pls see the master list (x)
hush is written in two formats: messaging transcripts and my regular writing style
warnings: we're sexting, straight off the bat!! love that for our hush couple!! allusions to sending nudes, mentions of blueballing lmao, sex toys, general masturbation malarky, mentions of ass play <33, they video call during finales (back camera only!!!), yoongi has a massive cock, like im talking humongous, so BIG (and factually accurate!!) they're switchy aka he tries dom and she's too much of a brat that he folds, he is whiney and needy and obsessed, and she enjoys that! you get to fill in the gaps as if you're really sexting him, lucky you <33 there's also exactly (1) near foot job, a needy jk, (1) banana milk mention, a playfight, miscommunication, a mysterious night that will never be mentioned in conversation. oh yeah and yoongi and you don't realise you're sexting one another ! oops!!!! yoongi is uncircumcised cause ik some people care about that?? just my preference when writing, imagine what u like! no *actual* smut in this one... just... much sexting!
before you read: please read these for a little context on the story - the app (x) and the band (x)
minors dni!!!
New Hush Crush in your Secret Circle!
D4m0cl3s
10:43PM
D4m0cl3s:
hey, stranger
Cl3m3ntin3:
well hello there
how are you??
D4m0cl3s:
i'm all good. yourself?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah, yeah, im all good
just tryna figure out this damn app, lmao
D4m0cl3s:
you new around these parts?
Cl3m3ntin3:
i am indeed
you've taken my secret circle virginity
lucky you x
D4m0cl3s:
oh shit
well, i am honoured
i can be your guide to all things hush x
Cl3m3ntin3:
oh, i seeeeee
an expert, are we? ;)
D4m0cl3s:
just realised how tragic it is to be a self-proclaimed dating app expert, so... no
not an expert
just.... well versed?
Cl3m3ntin3:
hahaha sureeee
so, tell me, mr hush expert, how do these conversations usually go
D4m0cl3s:
okay, 1: not an expert
and 2: just general chit chat
get an idea of what you're both looking for
stuff like that
Cl3m3ntin3:
1: keep telling yourself that, babe
and 2: what are you looking for?
D4m0cl3s:
1: calling me babe, already? score.
2: a girl who calls me babe.
Cl3m3ntin3:
looks like my work here is done, then ;)
seeeeeeya x
D4m0cl3s:
no
don't go
stay
i think we'll get along
tell me what you're looking for
Cl3m3ntin3:
a man who begs for my attention
so looks like your work here is done, too ;)
D4m0cl3s:
well, aren't we just a match made in heaven?
Cl3m3ntin3:
hell*
definitely a match made in hell
D4m0cl3s:
you a sinner?
Cl3m3ntin3:
would you like me to be?
D4m0cl3s:
tempting...
but no
Cl3m3ntin3:
shame
maybe we are after different things after all
D4m0cl3s:
woaaah, i never said that
i was just trying to be a gentleman
take things slow
be respectful
Cl3m3ntin3:
it's anonymous, babe
i didn't sign up for hush looking to be wined and dined or to be treated like a lady
quite the opposite, actually
so you don't need to worry about tarnishing your reputation, or whatever
your secrets are safe with me ;)
D4m0cl3s:
1. i couldn't give a shit about my reputation
and 2. it's just that people are on this app for different reasons
don't wanna assume everyone is after the same thing
Cl3m3ntin3:
1. untouchable, are you?
and 2. well, im pretty sure you know what i'm here for
and if it's not abundantly obvious: nothing serious. it's late, and i'm bored. what's a girl to do in those kinds of situations? play all alone? boringgg.
my cards are on the table, damocles
you're up.
D4m0cl3s:
untouchable...something like that
and fine
if you really wanna know
i'm not looking for a girl to take home to my mother
Cl3m3ntin3:
good
mothers don't tend to like me all that much
D4m0cl3s:
no?
Cl3m3ntin3:
nah
fathers on the other hand?
fucking love me
D4m0cl3s:
and you wonder why the mothers hate you?
Cl3m3ntin3:
oh, no
im fully aware it's because im the only thing that can get their husbands' perpetually flaccid cocks hard :)
D4m0cl3s:
jesus christ
you really are built for sin, aren't you?
Cl3m3ntin3:
uh-huh :)
fancy a dance with the devil?
D4m0cl3s:
not tonight
but you've got me interested
Cl3m3ntin3:
</3 can't believe you're blue balling me
D4m0cl3s:
trust me
im blue balling myself
i've got an early schedule in the morning
can't stay up all night entertaining some girl on a fucking app ;)
Cl3m3ntin3:
okay 1: ouch, if anyone was doing the entertaining, it would be me
and 2: prove it
D4m0cl3s:
prove it?
Cl3m3ntin3:
uh-huh
prove that you're blue balling yourself
D4m0cl3s:
again, jesus christ
you are something else
Cl3m3ntin3:
thank you :D
now...
proof
D4m0cl3s:
say please
Cl3m3ntin3:
you want me to get down on my knees, too?
D4m0cl3s:
would be appreciated
Cl3m3ntin3:
fine
D4m0cl3s:
watch your attitude, clementine
Cl3m3ntin3:
sighhh
hate you for this already >:(
pretty please could you show me your cock so i know you're hard and not just lying <;33
D4m0cl3s:
see, that wasn't so hard, was it?
good girl
D4m0cl3s added new media to the chat!
Cl3m3ntin3:
holy shit
D4m0cl3s:
i might keep secrets, but i never lie
let's talk tomorrow, alright?
Cl3m3ntin3:
noted
and tomorrow
for sure
sweet dreams, damocles x
D4m0cl3s:
night night, clementine x
[3 Months Later]
KSPO DOME
Seoul, South Korea
♪ // Hush - The Marías
"You'll choke if you're not careful – and how many times do I need to tell you? Put that damn phone away!"
If Park Jimin wasn't so warm in his tone with you—effervescent in his kindness, bubbling over like lightly shaken soda—you'd tell him to kiss your ass.
He stands in the doorway, a pretty smile on his plump lips. There's something about him—his eyes, you think—that subvert all his softness. Makes him quite the menace. If you hadn't been there to witness his high-school bowl cut era, you never would believed it had happened. He's too cool. It transcends his current being. Is effortless.
In all black, a pair of Chelsea boots soundtrack his arrival no matter where he is. A little scuffed, he's in need of a new pair—but they'll be a post-show bonus treat. From Jimin, to Jimin. Congratulations on a job well done.
With a subtle roll of your eyes, you swallow down the blueberry you'd been holding between your teeth in a dingy backroom of Seoul's KSPO Dome—the venue of choice for The Scouts' final hometown show. The brickwork remains exposed, grey concrete blocks a dull backdrop for the catering tables.
"Sorry mum," you banter, even though you really shouldn't. There's a glint to your eyes beneath the awkward spotlighting that really isn't preferable for the buffet-style display behind you. Fruits, snacks, it's not a bad spread—but it's got nothing on the rider you know The Scouts ask for ahead of every show.
But why shouldn't they? What the boys want, the boys get – and they've worked damn hard to get it.
He nods towards the lanyard around your neck and reminds you of this, then holds up his.
Park Jimin, it reads. Senior Tour Manager.
"Not on the clock, trouble. I'm still your boss."
"And don't I know it," you offer him a smile, still not a huge fan of the dynamic the pair of you portray at work.
You've known Jimin since the tooth fairy was leaving coins under his pillow. It's sorta hard to take him seriously when you've experienced as much life together as you have.
The way he groans when you reach for yet another blueberry is testament to the friendship you share; the kind of found siblings written about in books but rarely found in reality. There's a sanctity there. He's got your back, and he knows you'll always pick up the slack when he needs you to.
For all your difficulties in the short-term, he knows you pull it out of the bag come the time results are needed.
Knocking the blueberry into your mouth with a grin, you use your tongue to toss it to your back teeth. It's a teeny tiny little fruit. You're pretty sure you could swallow it whole without repercussion.
In fact, the reason you were so engrossed in your phone is because you were about to start a discussion with a... friend about something else you could swallow, instead – but you won't tell Jimin that. He'd throw up, probably, and then it'd be your job to clean it up.
"Yeah, yeah," you nod, locking your phone and tucking it into your back pocket. "Sorry boss. Where do you need me?"
He narrows his eyes at your sarcastic use of formalities, but knows when to pick his battles with you. Instead, he knocks his head to the side and heads for the doorway, indicating for you to follow suit.
Just like he knows when to pick his battles with you, you also know when to pick yours with him.
"You've a job that people would likely kill for," he ribs, not really minding all that much. It's downtime between the off-stage rush, so there really isn't all that much to be doing—but you could at least pretend to make it look like you're working your ass off. "But you're too busy on your bloody phone. Head to hair and make-up. The next VCR segment is smaller so I need you in position pronto."
"Sure, sure," you nod like a bobbing head figurine, stealing a handful of blueberries from the catering table and heading on your way.
Jimin watches on with a curious sense of bewilderment. You're the best runner they have, by quite some margin, but also seemingly the one that's least eager to please—and by doing so, they seem to like you even more. It's an odd paradox, but it is one that you use to your advantage. Play a little dumb; wow them all when you continually and quite impressively exceed their expectations. Work smarter, not harder.
It's a work ethic that runs in the family. They shouldn't be surprised by it, not really.
The corridor you head down is flanked by sterile white lights. The only thing that's brighter are the faux smiles of entertainment execs and slimy media men, who are all after their fifteen minutes of favour—because it's not fame they'll get by rubbing shoulders with the boys on stage; it's a boost up. Something to talk big about in board room meetings.
A humble brag; a subtle flex, that is neither humble nor subtle.
Your lanyard taps against the buckle of your belt as you jog towards the stage. A cute little pat-pat-pat and jingle of keys from your beltloop soundtracks it, which you're thankful for. It covers the heavy breathing.
Just shy of the staircase leading up to the platform, which is almost shaking from the exertion of the performers on it, you hanger left into the room beside the dressing room.
While the dressing room is a dingy, theatrical maximalist's dream, the make-up department has a shell for a room. Bright white lights are overhead, to make sure the boys look amazing—which they always do regardless. Personally, you think this is all overkill. Takes away some of the authenticity. People swoon for The Scouts and the fact they're walking, talking hot messes. When the 'mess' is carefully applied with tiny brushes and kept in place with setting spray, it just doesn't hit the same.
Still, the fans are none the wiser, so who cares? Let them think Jeon Jungkook has flawless skin after an all-night bender.
Annoyingly, he normally does – but that's beyond the point.
"Here she is," Jinyu grins as you walk through the door with a little huff, immediately picking up a setlist by the door to fan your face.
Ethereal as usual, hair pulled back with a claw clip and a grown-out fringe framing her delicate features, Jinyu's mask pulled down to rest beneath her chin. A make-up brush is tucked behind her ear and half a dozen hair grips are biting onto the sleeve of her shirt, ready for the rush that will come with the next VCR break.
At least one of you is, you think.
She always is, though. Best of the bunch, she's the senior make-up artist, and has an example to lead by.
The rest of the make-up artists sit together in the far corner, nattering amongst themselves with far more animation than their hushed tones should really allow for. It's not an uncommon occurrence.
They like to pretend that they don't want anyone to know their business, but you've heard it all.
You could share, in quite some detail, how Jungkook likes to look at his regular make-up artist's lips whenever she's applying balm to his.
Apparently, the tension is 'off the charts', but he's 'too shy to do anything'. Always asks for balm, even when he doesn't need it. Or so she says.
You roll your eyes whenever you hear her brag about it, 'cause you've also heard the conversations that the boys have had behind closed doors. You know that if Jungkook is gonna be after any of the make-up artists, it's Jinyu—but the ring on her fourth finger and the toddler she sometimes brings to work on the quiet days is enough for him to stay away.
The lifestyles lived by The Scouts wouldn't allow for any of them to be playing 'Daddy'—though the girls who've squeezed into their tour bus bunks would probably beg to differ.
It's not just Jungkook who they like to gossip about—although he is the current flavour of the month, ever since he got that bloody lip ring.
In all honesty, you've heard so much shite about all five members that it's a miracle the girls still have jobs.
A new addition to the team since the overwhelming success of the last album run, the record label are keen on The Scouts keeping up their appearances. Gone are the days of sleeping in eyeliner and waking up with panda eyes—now it's carefully placed with precision beneath their tired lashlines, bloodshot eyes still bleary from the night before.
According to the last make-up room rumour mill, Tae is the type to send a late-night text to a handful of girls at once, just to see who bites (of which they all do, of course), and Yoongi is the type to sit silently in the make-up chair, only to make some absurdly unhinged comment as he leaves for the stage.
It's what they're talking about as you and Jinyu exchange glances with comically raised brows and wide eyes.
"Like, the whole time, he must have just been sat there, thinking about it," one of them swoons. "Didn't say a single word, and then just said 'your perfume smells nice, today,' as he was leaving."
The way they giggle makes your skin crawl. It's like they're constantly trying to one-up one another, using the men they work for as tools to do so – and you can't really blame them. As much as you may hate it, it's a man's world, especially in this industry. If you've gotta climb a few greasy poles to reach the top, then more power to those who choose to do so.
"He definitely spent the whole time thinking about it."
"What perfume are you wearing? I wouldn't mind him saying that to me..."
"God, he's such a dream boat."
"Something about him lately is just... ugh, off the charts. We need to stop styling his hair like that. It's too good."
You don't mean to be so judgemental – you've got a pair of eyes. Know exactly why they insist on giggling about their delusions.
Thing is, you can deal with the Jungkook gossip. Tae, Yoongi, Namjoon – whatever.
It's when they start talking about Jin and fail to hide the fact they're doing so that you're reminded of exactly why it grinds your gears so much.
In fact, quite frankly, you've a desire to pick up one of Jinyu's rattail combs and shove it into your ear. Would hope it'd impale your brain. You're not really sure how deep you'd have to go, but it would beat hearing them fawn over your older brother.
You've heard things being said about his hands that no younger sister should ever have to. Quite repulsive, actually.
Instead, you grimace, trying to gain back your breath following your sprint (of which Jimin would call a leisurely pace) up the corridor.
"Why does catering have to be so far from the dressing room?!"
Jinyu watches on with great amusement as you rest your hands on your knees, bending as if you've just run a 10k. Dramatics run in the family, or so it would seem.
"I dunno, babe," Jinyu purrs, her smile present just like it always is, voice a little extra loud to drown out the noise of the witches gathered in the corner. "Why was my favourite runner over in catering in the first place?"
You let your eyes narrow, her teasing grin only serving as a reminder that you really should know better than to keep on going back to the blueberry stash. It's not like you aren't allowed them. They'd all go to waste otherwise, so if anything, you're snacking on behalf of the company.
"You couldda just had them call one of the other runners back," you pout, knowing that it never would have been the case. She likes to make you work a little bit harder than the others, 'cause she knows you feel like you have more to prove.
Jinyu laughs, and passes you some hair grips to hook onto your sleeves for later. "You're the one who said you wanted to establish yourself! What was it you said at the start of these shows?"
You drop down onto the sofa next to her makeup station, tucking your legs up on the seat. The vibration of the music on stage pours through the walls at such a volume you're surprised you can even sustain a conversation.
"I'm gonna show them," Jinyu imitates with far more dramatic flair than you think is really necessary—but it is accurate. "I'll prove to them all that nepotism had nothing to do with me getting hired. Who, me?" She gasps."The baby sister of our very own World Wide Handsome? Hired because my brother pulled some strings? Never!"
"Fuck off," you laugh, tossing one of the sofa pillows towards her—but she catches it with ease because of course she does. Jinyu is everything you could ever aspire to be, hand-eye coordination included. The girls in the corner hush their conversation and begin to take an interest in your conversation. You ignore them, shrugging as you say, "It's not like I have a first-class degree in stage management or anything like that."
Sure, you have the qualifications—but you also aren't stupid. You know that the job is a favour amongst family. The job market these days is non-existent and while being Jin's sibling had afforded you a follower count worthy of an influencer, you need a purpose in life. It's no coincidence that you both showed an interest in the music industry—he's just far better suited to the performance side of it.
It would have been foolish to turn down the opportunity when Jin had mentioned it at a family dinner.
You're low-level, just a runner for now, but it's nice to be somewhere in which people don't give a shit about your famous brother. To most people here, he's a coworker, a colleague.
Outside of work, your entire personality to anyone you first meet is apparently being related to him. In all honestly, it's the same even in a professional capacity. Had started lying on your resume about your name, just so he wasn't the topic of conversation for all of your job interviews.
Remarkably, this is the only job that hasn't cared about him being your brother.
"Whatever you say. That's our cue. Off your arse," Jinyu says, her demeanour switching as the sound of the final chorus begins to simmer down. You don't need to be told twice, getting to your feet and into position beside her. "Can you be my right hand?"
♪ // Only Angel - Harry Styles
"Sure," you nod, expecting nothing less. It's not much, just putting some hair grips in place while she touches up their stage makeup, and switching out brushes as and when she needs them. Just enough to be helpful without getting in her way.
The girls in the corner follow suit, standing behind their chairs, eager to see the men in all of their sweaty, worn-out glory. They've made no secret of their admiration, which is why Jinyu is such a breath of fresh air. A fair few years older than the boys, she's happily married and doesn't care to swoon over them.
Like a force of nature, The Scouts rumble into the room - lips ajar, chest heaving, hair damp with sweat.
Jungkook is first, slamming his body down into one of the chairs, in dire need of something other than the piss-warm beer he's got up on stage. Tossing him a bottle of water from the countertop behind you, he catches it with ease. Smirks. Looks at you with all the adrenaline he's stolen from the eyes of the fans that adore him. Legs wide, bottle undone with one hand, there's a challenge to his gaze. Performing is a fuckin' drug to Jeon Jungkook - you just wish he didn't keep such a fucked-out look on that pretty face of his whenever he finishes.
So yeah, maybe you do get why the girls chitchat in the way that they do.
The rest of the band follow in, equally trashed, in the best possible way. Taehyung's shirt has miraculously lost all of its buttons, and Namjoon's T-shirt is now slung around his shoulders like a towel. His hair drips with sweat, arms swollen from the exertion of the last few days of shows.
Behind them, Yoongi strolls with an air of arrogance he carries off ever so well. Indifferent. Just as covered in sweat, but without the entire body exhaustion the other Scouts are displaying. He's too cool for his own good. Doesn't look at you. Looks right through you. Asshole.
And then finally, presumably because he was too busy flirting with the audience, the Scout Leader himself makes his grand entrance. Plastic cup in hand, he's nursing a Jack and Coke. Doesn't see the point in all this make-up malarky, when he knows he's just gonna sweat it off anyway. Would much rather actually take this time to recharge, even if just for a second. Thought that adding VCR's to shows would allow them more time for that, and is sorely disappointed by the reality of it.
"Fucking hell, has it been raining?" You deadpan when he slinks down into the chair opposite you and Jinyu. "Y'know, you should get some of those sweat-reduction botox injections. Would work wonders."
He looks at you with disdain that clearly tells you to fuck off. He stays silent. Kicks your shin, instead. You kick him right back.
"I swear the pair of you are worse than my two-year-old," Jinyu sighs as she drapes a towel around Jin's shoulders.
"Someone needs to humble him," you shrug.
"Someone needs to fire you," he says right back, not realising that Jinyu had passed you her hair mister, earning himself a spritz of water to the face.
Effective immediately, your hair mister privileges are taken away. Jinyu's pleasant smile looks almost stern as she takes it, putting it down on the dressing table with a thud.
"We've got three minutes," she reminds you.
"Sorry boss," you quip, not wanting her to actually get pissed off at you. There are certain liberties you can take, but you're supposed to be helping her, not a hindrance.
There's subdued energy in the room now that the boys have settled, not wanting to waste their fuel anywhere other than the stage. As you push grips into Jin's hair, ready for hairspray, you watch the room in the mirror view.
Taehyung is on his phone, not paying any attention to what's going on, his makeup artist working silently. Jungkook is patting down his own face with powder while his stylist teases his hair just right.
You look at him for a little too long, his eyes coming to meet yours in the mirror. Despite the pitch-black darkness of his irises, there's a lightness in his gaze—one that has your skin feeling all prickly and hot, eyes darting back down to Jin's hair.
You think you can hear him laughing to himself.
It's confirmed when Jimin waltzes into the room, clipboard in hand and asks, "What's got you giggling, Kook?"
He lies, and says he's thinking about his dog, Bam, just to save you from embarrassment.
You glance back up to where his eyes are already waiting for yours, brows lifted as he smirks. You make vague shapes with your mouth as if you're telling him to 'fuck off,' which only serves to make him laugh again, a little harder this time. He keeps it quiet, shoulders bobbing up and down, his smile magnetic.
It's all in good fun. There's been a running joke for years now that you'll date Jungkook just to piss off Jin.
You already know his make-up artist will twist that moment to her own liking, making up some bullshit about him laughing with her, but it's barely worth your energy.
Beside him, Jimin vies for attention from Yoongi, who looks like he's in need of a good nap.
There's a sheen to his skin, sweat dripping down his neck thanks to his make-up artists failing to grab him a towel. You call for Jimin's attention, and once you have it, you chuck him one of the spare towels over your shoulder. He tilts his head in confusion, but when you nod towards Yoongi, he understands.
The towel is passed along, a simple 'hm?' from Yoongi to question where it came from. Jimin nods towards you, and Yoongi takes a second to observe what you're doing. You're not looking at him, because quite frankly, he intimidates you.
He never used to.
In fact, you used to get along quite well—but you're vaguely aware of the fact he doesn't approve of nepotism, and knows that the only reason you secured this job is because of Jin.
It makes you feel a little embarrassed. A little ashamed. None of the other boys seem to care, but it puts you on edge with Yoongi. You try extra hard—be extra diligent—with him. He seems to be the one you seek validation from the most, despite him being the one you interact with the least.
In the corner of the room, Taehyung and Namjoon discuss the next song. A change from yesterday's set, they've been switching up songs so that no one really knows what to expect next. Have to keep things fresh. Keep their names trending. Get those streams. Meet industry targets set by suits with no real understanding of what it means to make art.
It's admirable how much they cram into such little time. Masters of their craft, it's an honour to see them work. It's without a doubt that they've earned their success.
You kind of get why Yoongi is hesitant of you. You feel underqualified, as if you haven't worked hard enough to earn the role you've been given—but you have. You have the credentials. Jin opened the door for you, yes, but you're the one who had the key in the first place.
You're distracted by your thoughts when your phone buzzes in your back pocket. The vibration hums just a little bit longer than any of your other app notifications, so you know exactly what it is. Know who it is.
Kind of.
There's a little bit of bashful shame that washes over your features, fearful someone will hear the buzz and recognise its length—not that anyone would notice the soft purr in the back pocket of your jeans, cushioned by your ass. It's just as incognito as the man who's sending you a message is.
Your phone buzzes a few times. Seven, to be precise.
Needy, you think to yourself—but it pleases you. He never fails to disappoint.
Well, rarely. You've been waiting half an hour for a message from him, and it's so bloody typical that it would come through when you're finally busy.
"Positions!" Jimin calls from the corridor, letting the boys know their rest time is up.
Jinyu casts an authoritative eye over the boys, checking to make sure they all look okay before sending them on their way.
"Hair grip," she reminds Jungkook's stylist, who had left a tiny little clip in his fringe. She flusters, embarrassed at missing such a detail, but Jungkook just pulls it from his fringe without much care as he puts his phone back on its wireless charging port.
Namjoon follows suit, reminded that his phone was in his back pocket, tossing it on one of the dressing room tables. Yoongi tucks his phone into a bag by the sofa, and Tae does the same.
They file out in good spirits, hyping one another up for the final part of the show, staff patting their backs and cheering on words of encouragement. It's always bittersweet for them; their final performances are their favourites, but they're also the ones in which they know they'll be saying farewell—and no one likes goodbyes.
You watch with fondness as the stage-cam plays on the TV in the corner of the room. There's something about the five of them together, on stage, surrounded by an ocean of unadulterated love and affection, that feels like watching magic. It's the kind of thing that only happens once in a lifetime. You're thankful you get to witness it in all its glory. You'll probably watch the final few songs from the side of the stage, just to feel even an ounce of what the boys do.
Sinking back into the sofa, the scent of hot, sweaty men clouding the air, you pull your phone from your pocket—and sure enough, you're met with the notifications you've been hoping for.
New Secret from D4m0cl3s
D4m0cl3s:
late shift tonight, sorry
one of the girls on my team made a joke about how tense i seem to be
said i need to get laid...
i told her she needs to mind her own fucking business
but... it also got me thinking about you
i finish in an hour
give me a reason not to go out and get laid
You smile, as the heat that pricked at your skin when Jungkook caught your eye earlier that evening returns.
Part of you toys with the idea of 'what if it's him?' His phone is face down on its charger, all of his secrets hidden from the world.
Part of you hopes it is, just for the knowledge of it irritating the fuck out of Jin and the girls who are sat in the corner, gossiping about his giggling earlier.
Realistically, you know it's not. It's impossible.
You've been sent enough pictures from your Damocles boy of his hands doing unthinkable things to know it can't be Jungkook. They're free of ink, pristine and pale, a little pink in their tone, and the only clue you have of who the fuck you spend so much time talking to.
"Where are you off to now?!" Jinyu asks as you head for the door, somehow surprised that you're dipping again.
"Catering," you lie, knowing full well you're going to find somewhere private enough to give your Damocles boy exactly what he's after.
"You'll turn into a blueberry," she warns you. You hold back a laugh, and resist the urge to tell her that what you're actually about to turn into is a clementine.
There are half a dozen doors down the corridor, but you slide into the first storage cupboard you come across. It's empty, and there's a lock on it, which is all you really need.
If you'd have stayed in the dressing room, it would have been a tomato you turned into, instead. Your cheeks would flush scarlet red, just like they did when the familiar purr of a Hush notification chimed far too loudly for something that's supposed to be all about keeping secrets.
You'd take a second. Wouldn't want to check your own phone, 'cause then all the girls would know you'd received a message from a hook-up app.
But you're not in the room. Nor is your phone.
And they all hear it regardless.
The girls who gossip pause, wondering if they've all heard the same thing. Jinyu is oblivious, happily married and unaware of what Hush even really is, let alone the vibrate tone.
One, two, three messages ping their way from your phone to his, but you're none the wiser. Haven't got a clue.
It's been three months, and neither one of you has any desire to disclose your identity to the other. You're serving a purpose; fulfilling a need.
Why ruin a good thing?
You aren't 'good', nor opposed to being ruined—but that's neither really here nor there. You've got a system that works, and it would be foolish to change things now.
You return to the dressing room, unaware that your phone isn't the only device within those four walls littered with pictures of your bare chest. In fact, everyone is unaware. It's your own little secret that you don't even realise you're keeping, and one that you intend on taking to the grave.
"No blueberries?" Jinyu asks as you return empty-handed.
"Got distracted," you lie, as you settle back into the sofa, a pleasant air surrounding you. On the screen, the boys are laughing, indulging in the energy of their fans for the final time that evening.
"By?" she presses, curious as to why you're looking all smitten as you watch the screen.
It's got nothing to do with any of them.
Or so you think.
It's actually got a whole lot to do with one of them.
You just don't realise it yet.
And so you simply shrug, and say, "Secret."
"C'mon," Jungkook grins, eyes still swathed by the glow of mobile phone flashlights held up during the encore, even a whole thirty minutes after the show is over. He tugs on your arm, but you remain fixed in place, shaking your head. "We're all going, aren't we?"
The question is addressed to the boys, but he's still looking at you. You wish he wouldn't. Not when he looks like that.
His lips are wet, freshly licked, glistening like his silver lip ring, and his hair is still a little damp around the nape of his neck. There's something about him that looks a lot like magic. It's a wonder you haven't fallen under his spell.
"Uh-huh," Jin nods, tossing back the dregs of his final jack and coke. He's not yet run the rider dry, but it doesn't matter. He'll take the bottle with him, and wherever they end up won't turn them away, for they know he'll buy more – though the bar will likely comp it through. "You can ride with me."
Jungkook's grin widens. He loves it when a plan comes together.
♪ // No Shame - Five Seconds of Summer
"C'mon," Jungkook says again. Is quiet in his tone. Persuasive. "I'll miss you if you're not there."
"Is that supposed to make me feel a certain type of way?" You deadpan. "Try it on one of the makeup girlies. They'll eat it right up."
"Don't wanna try it on one of them," he whines a little, nudging his shoulder against yours. "It's our final show. We're celebrating."
"Your final show," you remind him. "I've got a gig next week. Some European group-"
"Don't care," he says. "You're ours for the night. Come party."
You roll your eyes back so hard it feels like you might have just seen your frontal lobe, but there's a smile on your lips, too. It's nice to feel wanted; appreciated.
The invite isn't extended to the make-up artists, who are busy packing away, hoping that Jungkook's neediness will shift to them instead. It won't, but they can keep dreaming.
"If I come - and it's a strong if - you're paying," you bargain.
All you really want is to get home as quickly as you possibly can. Had even considered ordering a taxi before the boys had finished their set, but knew Jimin would have a field day with that one. Might even dock your pay just to be a little git.
You've a date with your phone, but the draw of real life is just too tempting.
It's difficult, because you know that you should want to go out, want to celebrate the fact you can actually go out now that the shows are done... but a random dude sending dick pics somehow seems to be more appealing.
It's tragic, really. Something that you never wanna have to explain. You think you'd rather die. Are shameful of your shamelessness. Ironic.
And right on time, a buzz in your back pocket rumbles through you like a crack of lightning; burns your cheeks a pretty posy pink.
Jungkook's ignorance of your reaction is a blessing. You're not sure how you would've explained it away - though knowing Jungkook, he'd have used your blush to wind Jin up. Attribute it to himself. Play into the idea of you hooking up with him.
It's not like you've never considered it – but lately, it's been hard to 'consider' anyone other than your Damocles boy.
You're reminded of him now – his thick, pink knuckles, and his notably thicker, marginally less pink cock- and how he said that someone on his team told him he needed to get laid. You can't help but think the same for yourself.
It's not healthy, the way you're so drawn to the excitement a few pixels can give you. Is stopping you from living your real life.
There's an unease in your stomach; guilt, almost.
So you groan, knock your head back, and concede. "Fine!"
"Attagirl!" Jungkook beams as he pulls his phone from his pocket, checking the time and pushing it back into his jeans again. He reaches over for his bag, the scent of his aftershave catching you off guard. There's something about him... Something you know you should ignore, but are finding harder and harder to do so with each and every passing day. "We good to go?"
"Who else is coming?" You hum, heading to the coat rack to pick up your jacket. Tae is leaning against the door frame, shaking his head.
"Not me. Got a date with my bed," he says, ending his sentence with a yawn. He covers it with the back of his hand, but it's so loud you almost find yourself yawning too.
"Pussy," Jungkook scoffs. "Final show and-"
"Me either," Yoongi says as he walks past, not looking in your direction. The jacket that hangs around his broad shoulders is dark, just like his mood always seems these days.
You're not exactly sure when he decided that you weren't worthy of his time, but you're used to it now. Sucks, but such is life. He's always been a little like this, but it's your first time being on the receiving end of his coldness.
"Hot date with your bed?" You tease, hoping to get a little bit of warmth from him.
As he reaches the door, it surprises you both when he turns to look at you. There's a stillness to him; the slow evaporation of cloudy breaths in sub-zero temperatures. His eyes meet yours, and drop down your body. Pause when they land on your palms, and the phone that's being held in them.
His gaze returns to your eyes, fast quicker this time, and then he shrugs. "Yeah, something like that."
He doesn't wait for a reply. You don't intend on giving him one, either.
"And then there were 5," Jungkook sighs. "Fuck it, let's go."
STAIRWAY BAR
Itaewon-ro, Yongsan-Gu
♪ // Heaven and Back - Chase Atlantic
There's something sordid about the place you're in. Could be the neon lights on the walls, could be the walls lined with stacks upon stacks of old vinyl records. Could be the birdcages where lampshades should be, or it could be the worn-out leather sofas you're on in the corner of the room. Could be the punters, and how they're all wrapped in their own personal brand of sin, too busy to notice the living legends walking amongst them.
Truthfully, it's why the boys like places like this. They become one with the shadows. Can hide. Do things in secret that other people do in public. It's not like they're actively looking for trouble, but they can't help but seem to find it. Whether it be women, drugs, booze, it doesn't matter – they've each got a kryptonite.
Regretfully, you know Jin's: women who are no good for him. Blonde, brunette, foreign, local, he doesn't give a shit. All that matters is they know who he is, and they want him in inexplicable ways.
Credit where it's due, they all have conviction. All get exactly what they want – but he's easy. Sluts himself out for the fun of it; for the novelty of being a 'rockstar'.
It's gotten worse since their last big award show win. He's getting careless. Has never been one to hand out NDAs, but the kind of people he's attracting now really should have gag orders – issue is, Jin's always far more focused on finding out how sensitive their gag reflex is.
Namjoon's is his inability to say 'no'. Afterparty? He's there. Toke on a joint that has no business being in the hands of such a high-profile man? Go on, then. An upper before a show? Don't mind if I do.
It's a disaster waiting to happen. Anywhere else and you wouldn't worry. In the States, it'd be a non-issue. Expected, even.
The laws aren't so forgiving, here. One bad decision and that's it. Jail time. But sir, I'm a rockstar, pwetty pwease let me go, won't work on a court judge, and even if it did, the court of public opinion and trial by social media would run him into the ground regardless.
Unfair? You think so, yes. Just how life goes? Also yes.
Though they all push the limits to a certain extent, it's Jungkook that's the biggest risk of all. He's the youngest. Got girls lining around the block just to have a look at him. Is bad in a way that girls convince themselves is good. I can fix him. All starry-eyed and sex appeal, there's nothing innocent about him. Nothing.
S'why you know better than to indulge in his flirt – because that's all it ever is. A limit to push. A boundary to break. A challenge he wants to win.
In quite the contrast, Taehyung keeps his boundaries watertight. Doesn't stray, doesn't overindulge. Goes home to a partner who'd give him the world, if he asked – but he won't. See, Kim Taehyung already has the world. Not his career (though it could be argued), not his money, not his fame. They're perks, sure – but his world waits up for him with his favourite snacks on the kitchen counter, ready to hear all about the show.
It's only the close circle that knows. The make-up girls don't have a clue. Jinyu is well aware, but not because it's ever been discussed. She just knows. Is intuitive, like that. Probably knows more about the boys' business than even Jimin does – and it's his job to know their business.
Though the boys would argue that Yoongi has no weakness, you believe otherwise.
His Achilles heal is found in his solitude. His laissez-faire attitude to the world around him stunts his enjoyment of it, you think. He's never gonna be in his twenties in the biggest band in the world ever again. These days will pass him by, and he's wasting them.
If he were to know you felt this way, he wouldn't dignify you with a response; he'd just show up to even fewer events to spite you. Has no interest in your unsolicited opinions of him.
Because you're wrong about his weaknesses.
While yes, his solitude exacerbates them, it's the silence that nurtures his weaknesses: his regrets. His inability to forget. Forgive. Let things go. He fixates, and it frustrates him to the point of fury.
His kryptonite is not how little he cares. Quite contrary. It's how violently he does care. That's what ties his shoelaces together and trips him up. Gives him a bloody nose. Scrapes his knees. Leaves him bloodied and bruised; pink in his pain.
But that's your kryptonite: your cocksure arrogance in thinking you know everything.
Or at least, that's what Yoongi would tell you, if he were ever to get into this debate with you.
He won't.
Again, you'll think it's because he's laissez-faire. That he doesn't care.
Regretfully, you'll be wrong – but he's the one who simmers over regrets, not you.
"Alright, alright!" You laugh, a little unsteady on your feet as you stand up after god-knows how many shots. Namjoon reaches out to steady you. Glances at Jin as if to say, 'kids, eh?'
You're all fucked. Have had far too much, but you figure that's what nights like these are for – who cares? You're celebrating.
Jin just smiles. Rolls his eyes, then averts his attention to the blonde by the bar who's gonna take your seat as soon as you leave.
Jungkook doesn't notice, cause he's too busy laughing at you.
"Just gonna run to the bathroom," you declare, as if they need to know such details. "Need to pee."
"Bathrooms just round the other side of the projector screen," Jimin tells you, nodding in its direction, 'cause even though it's after hours and he's far too heavily intoxicated, he can't help but be resourceful. That's his kryptonite. Can never switch off. "Just up the stairs."
It's not even like you need direction. Have been to this bar more times than you've had hot dinners.
Jungkook laughs. Thinks you're full of shit.
"Your tolerance is going down in your old age," he teases, as if you're not the same age. "Tactical chunders are for the weak."
You tell him to go fuck himself, and he laughs, all hearty and warm. "Gladly."
Their chatter continues without you. The blonde joins, and so does her friend. Someone's getting lucky tonight, and you're pretty sure it'll be all four of them. Thoughts you'd rather not think, honestly.
Teeny tiny is the bathroom. Cramped. A single cubicle is in working order and the hot tap has been broken for as long as you've been visiting this place. It definitely violates some health and safety codes, but who really gives enough of a shit to report it?
Holding your fingers beneath the already running tap, you check the temperature – as if the hot tap even works – and wait for a moment just to be sure. Icy cold, as always.
Lost in the sensation of the water, you forget for a moment why you're there.
While yeah, you could have a drink from the tap, you could have just gotten water at the bar.
Brain all fuzzy, you can't put your finger on it - until your phone vibrates in your back pocket.
And then suddenly, you remember exactly why you're in the bathroom.
11:37PM
D4m0cl3s:
fuck, you look so good
such a tease
i'll be home as soon as i can be
been thinking about you all night
11:58PM
i'm home
let me know when you're free
00:16AM
you're taking your precious time tonight
00:21AM
what's the deal, huh? tryna get me all frustrated?
00:23AM
it's working
00:39AM
damn maybe that girl on my team was right
maybe i should have just gone out and got laid tonight
01:05AM
really? even me being an asshole isn't working?
is it compliments you want? you know i'll give you them
01:28AM
okay so i actually am a bit worried now, let me know when you're home safe, m'kay?
Cl3m3ntin3:
you know what they say
treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen
D4m0cl3s:
FINALLY
Cl3m3ntin3:
damn, you really are keen aren't you
D4m0cl3s:
you were gone so long i was thinking about watching porn
PORN
you know how long it's been since i watched porn?
Cl3m3ntin3:
if my calculations are correct, about 3 months?
D4m0cl3s:
... you're smart, clem
but also so mean, my god
got me all riled up and kept me waiting HOURS
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm sorry
i'm here now
and i'm thinking about you, too
D4m0cl3s:
are you still out? at work?
Cl3m3ntin3:
uh-huh
out
not at work, tho
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D4m0cl3s:
fucking hell, clem
your tits look so good
come here
wanna hold them
Cl3m3ntin3:
give me an address and i'll get in a taxi right now
we can keep the lights off, never have to see each other
keep things anon
but i gottaaaa feel your hands on my chest
D4m0cl3s:
i wish i could
wish i could just fuck you like we both know you deserved to be fucked
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm not stopping you
D4m0cl3s:
we both know that isn't entirely true
Cl3m3ntin3:
do we?
give me an address
doesn't have to be yours
hotel sex is always fun
D4m0cl3s:
i have a feeling all sex with you will be fun
location is irrelevant
Cl3m3ntin3:
well i'm currently in a bathroom stall hiding from my friends just so i can reply to you
you reckon a bathroom stall would be fun?
D4m0cl3s:
i reckon i love a challenge
Cl3m3ntin3:
well i mean
i could always send you my current location...
D4m0cl3s:
tempting...
but no.
Cl3m3ntin3:
you're your own worst cock block, damocles boy
D4m0cl3s:
it's called deprivation, baby
yanno, kind of like what you did when you kept me waiting for hours
gonna make you want me so badly it hurts
Cl3m3ntin3:
i already do
which is why you should come and put me out of my misery
D4m0cl3s:
you're with your friends, you're fine ;)
actually
you drinking?
Cl3m3ntin3:
a little
D4m0cl3s:
a little?
Cl3m3ntin3:
...a lottle?
D4m0cl3s:
the fact you just said lottle tells me all i need to know lmao
you know the drill, clem
Cl3m3ntin3:
:((((( noooooo
D4m0cl3s:
stop pouting
Cl3m3ntin3:
i can't :(((
D4m0cl3s:
you can
i meant what i said about no drunk messages
only want you doing this when your head is clear
Cl3m3ntin3:
my head is clear
and my head thinks you should stop thinking with yours actually
start thinking with your dick instead :)
D4m0cl3s:
fine then
let's see how clear your head is
send me a video of you walking in a straight line
Cl3m3ntin3:
you just wanna see my feet
perv
D4m0cl3s:
video
Cl3m3ntin3:
fineeee, fucking fine!
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D4m0cl3s:
oh yeah fuck that clem, you're pissed as a fart hahaha
i'm not even sure you tried to walk in a straight line, you wobbly mess
cute laugh tho
get some water in you
go back to your friends
we can talk in the morning
Cl3m3ntin3:
but i wanna talk now :(
missed u today
D4m0cl3s:
missed u too
will miss you tonight
but i'll wait
Cl3m3ntin3:
:( whyyy do you have to be so good all the time :(
D4m0cl3s:
because we both know that the second you send me a picture of your perfect little pussy, i won't be good
Cl3m3ntin3:
now?
D4m0cl3s:
no, baby
in the morning, okay?
drink some water.
Cl3m3ntin3:
fine
D4m0cl3s:
watch your attitude
Cl3m3ntin3:
sighhh :((
D4m0cl3s:
don't
you'll make me feel bad
just get yourself home and to bed
and you can wake up to this tomorrow...
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Cl3m3ntin3:
BRB, sprinting home
D4m0cl3s:
shut up idiot
enjoy your night
lemme know when ur home
Cl3m3ntin3:
okay :(
sweet dreams, damocles boy x
D4m0cl3s:
speak soon, clemmie x
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08:58AM
D4m0cl3s:
morning clemmie
Cl3m3ntin3:
hereee he is
was wondering when you'd be up
D4m0cl3s:
been up ages
was wondering if today would finally be the day you message me first ;)
Cl3m3ntin3:
why would i ever do that?
we both know you can't bear to be away from this chat thread for more than a few hours
D4m0cl3s:
your ego never fails to amaze me
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm a product of your creation, damocles boy
you told me last week that i'm the only thing that gets you hard these days
and you expect me not to get an ego?
D4m0cl3s:
hope you know that when i actually get to fuck you, there's no room in my bed for your ego
Cl3m3ntin3:
oh bite me
you're gonna be putty in my hands
D4m0cl3s:
i'm really gonna have to fuck the ego out of you, aren't i?
get your little attitude problem in check
and biting? you into that?
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'd like to see you try
like i said, this is aaaaall your fault
if you can't control yourself over a message thread, how the fuck will you cope when I'm in front of you?
and pls
i'm gonna be the one fucking you
it's cute that you think otherwise
stupid <33 but cute :)
D4m0cl3s:
i literally hate you
Cl3m3ntin3:
you gonna hate me when im on my knees between your legs?
D4m0cl3s:
yep
Cl3m3ntin3:
gonna hate me when i run my tongue up and down that pretty cock of yours?
D4m0cl3s:
yep
Cl3m3ntin3:
gonna hate me when i wrap my lips around your tip?
when i take your hard cock in my warm, wet mouth?
D4m0cl3s:
yep and yep
Cl3m3ntin3:
gonna hate me when i take you so deep my eyes start watering?
D4m0cl3s:
uh-huh
Cl3m3ntin3:
you're a tough bargainer :(
D4m0cl3s:
just means im gonna fuck you like i hate you
Cl3m3ntin3:
no you're not :)
you're gonna be soooo shy
so timid
so scared of fucking up because of how badly you want me
D4m0cl3s:
the way you're gonna eat your fucking words
actually makes me laugh
Cl3m3ntin3:
i wanna hear your laugh
D4m0cl3s:
you can hear it when you finally fuck me
Cl3m3ntin3:
i could have fucked you last night
you said no <//3
D4m0cl3s:
incorrect
i said not when you're drunk
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm a good fuck when im drunk
D4m0cl3s:
i'm pretty sure you're a good fuck regardless of your blood alcohol concentration
i've seen how you fuck your toys
i know you're a good fuck
Cl3m3ntin3:
like this?
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D4m0cl3s:
just like that
fuck
that's it, baby
i like that toy
what is it? glass?
always looks so good when you sink it into your pussy
so so wet, fucking hell
Cl3m3ntin3:
glass, uh-huh
you should get one for yourself
D4m0cl3s:
myself?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yourself
D4m0cl3s:
i'm not sure that's my kinda thing, clemmie
Cl3m3ntin3:
only one way to find out
plus i remember how hard you came that time i got you to play with your ass a little
D4m0cl3s:
shut up omg
Cl3m3ntin3:
seeeeee, i'm totally gonna be the one doing the fucking :D
D4m0cl3s:
you're not touching my ass
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm gonna eat it :)
D4m0cl3s:
you're gonna do no such thing
Cl3m3ntin3:
hehe
okay
whatever you say :D
can't wait to say i told you so when you're face down ass up whining about how good my tongue feels :D
D4m0cl3s:
and this is exactly why you need the ego fucked out of you
never gonna happen
Cl3m3ntin3:
you'll be begging for it one day
but fineeeee, if u say so
tell me how you'd do it, then? how would you fuck the ego (that you gave me!!!) outta me?
tell me how you'd ruin me, damocles boy
D4m0cl3s:
show me your pussy first
let me look at how wet you are right now
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D4m0cl3s:
god, look at you
if this is how wet you get thinking about eating my ass... we can put it on the maybe list
but you'd be on your back, like you are now
exactly like that, perfect and spread for me
i'd start with my fingers
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these two
i'll push them into you so slowly that you'll be begging for more
you'll be all whiney
(so no change to normal lmao)
but i'll curl them a little, just like you said you like it, and use my thumb to toy with your clit
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D4m0cl3s:
fuck i love it when you send videos
i could watch that forever
literal cinema
the way your pussy leaks for me, christ
i wouldn't be able to watch your pussy leak like that without licking it up
i'd keep my thumb on your clit, gently circling it as my tongue began to toy with your entrance
you'd be so leaky on my tongue wouldn't you?
so so fuckin' wet for me
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it's mutual, just so you know
Cl3m3ntin3:
god i fucking love it when your tip gets all wet like that
you are soooooo needy
you wanna fuck me soooooo bad
he he i stay winning!!!
D4m0cl3s:
CLEM.
CONTROL.
YOUR.
EGO!!
Cl3m3ntin3:
FUCK.
IT.
OUT.
OF.
ME!!!!
D4m0cl3s:
your ego is so big i think i'll just have to fuck you for hours at this point :/
Cl3m3ntin3:
oh no :( such a shame !!! :(
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D4m0cl3s:
just imagine this stretching your tight little pussy open
my cock is so much bigger than that dildo
Cl3m3ntin3:
can't wait to feel you inside me
i know it's gonna hurt
but in like... the best possible way
you're so big and thick
such a nice cock ♡♡
D4m0cl3s:
i'll go slow with you baby
ease you into it
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Cl3m3ntin3:
you've got me soooo wet
i think it'll be easy to push into me
fill me up
D4m0cl3s:
my needy girl
look at you
my cock belongs inside you
your pussy already belongs to me
Cl3m3ntin3:
come and claim it
D4m0cl3s:
you're making it harder and harder to say no
fuck im close
Cl3m3ntin3:
same
i wanna watch you cum
D4m0cl3s:
fuck it
i'll call?
we can finish together?
Cl3m3ntin3:
please
Incoming call from D4m0cl3s
Accept | Decline
(03 minutes : 14 seconds)
Call ended.
Cl3m3ntin3:
nice work
D4m0cl3s:
pleasure doing business
Cl3m3ntin3:
as always
i totally heard that little giggle tho ;)
D4m0cl3s:
fuck off
what giggle
Cl3m3ntin3:
the one you did after you came all over your tummy :)♡♡
D4m0cl3s:
never giggled in my life ever
Cl3m3ntin3:
liar x
D4m0cl3s:
i only laughed cause you did too >:(
Cl3m3ntin3:
and i only laughed cause of how hard you made me cum
you've got a gift, damocles boy
D4m0cl3s:
and you've got the nicest pussy i've ever seen in my whole entire life
Cl3m3ntin3:
you have to use a dating app to get your rocks off
deffo a virgin :/
never seen a pussy before in your life :/
not much competition to compare me to, is there? :/
D4m0cl3s:
i really do mean it when i say i hate you :) x
Cl3m3ntin3:
i know you do babe
D4m0cl3s:
wish we were never matched, actually
Cl3m3ntin3:
same
might just block you actually
D4m0cl3s:
PLEASE
put me out of my misery
Cl3m3ntin3:
okay :D
bye forever :D
D4m0cl3s:
wait no
don't :(
Cl3m3ntin3:
you're a bloody seesaw boy
always up and down
either hate me or love me
make up your mind !!
D4m0cl3s:
lmao
you've no idea
but where's the fun in that?
i like keeping you on your toes
Cl3m3ntin3:
true
i gotta run tho
got a date with a real boy
seeyaaaa x
D4m0cl3s:
wooooah wait wait
a date?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah
with someone in like.. real life...
problem?
D4m0cl3s:
no problem
just
surprised
that's all
Cl3m3ntin3:
that someone would want to date me?
D4m0cl3s:
no
that you'd want to date someone else
Cl3m3ntin3:
breaking news: girl in her early twenties wants more than nudes from a stranger on the internet
D4m0cl3s:
fair enough
probably shouldn't continue this, then
a heads up would have been nice
Cl3m3ntin3:
you wanna stop?
D4m0cl3s:
no
no, i really don't, clem
but you're right
you do deserve more
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah
i do
D4m0cl3s:
i actually hate this wtf
like
i know you can do what you like
and i can do what i like
but
i thought we had something good going?
Cl3m3ntin3:
we do
thank god i'm just lying about a date for attention :) <3
D4m0cl3s:
what the fuck clem
Cl3m3ntin3:
made you shit your pants didn't i
D4m0cl3s:
CLEM.
Cl3m3ntin3:
DAMOCLES BOY.
D4m0cl3s:
so you're not going on a date?
Cl3m3ntin3:
no you idiot
you think i have enough time to be meeting new people when i spend all my free time sending you nudes?
was just fucking with you
wanted to see if you cared
D4m0cl3s:
you could have just asked
Cl3m3ntin3:
you'd have told me you hate me
D4m0cl3s:
BECAUSE I DO
you're actually mental
Cl3m3ntin3:
he he
u luv it
D4m0cl3s:
i don't
Cl3m3ntin3:
do
basically started crying when you thought someone else might take your place
D4m0cl3s:
you didn't even give me a chance to clean myself up you fucking menace !!
just made me cum and then did a 180
what did you expect me to do?!
you know how sad my dick looks right now?
Cl3m3ntin3:
no
show me
D4m0cl3s:
get fucked you little cretin
Cl3m3ntin3:
let me see your sad cock :(
D4m0cl3s:
you're never seeing it again
you don't deserve it after that little stunt
Cl3m3ntin3:
so... ill see it tonight?
D4m0cl3s:
....
..........
...............
probably
now fuck off
i've got a day to get on with
might even go on a date
Cl3m3ntin3:
no you won't :D
D4m0cl3s:
i hate you x
Cl3m3ntin3:
denial x
D4m0cl3s is offline
"Jesus Christ," you say, tone full of surprise when you walk into your living room. It's just gone midday, and you've finally risen from your hangover pit of despair.
Following the conversation with your Damocles boy, you had decided a nap was in order, but it only served to make your headache even worse. Turns out, the orgasm had just been a temporary solution. You need paracetemol, and you need it now.
"Jimin, actually," an equally hungover mess groans from your sofa. He's bundled in blankets, a pouty chin hooked over the armrest to look at you with puppy dog eyes. His expression screams 'water pls'.
"And Jungkook," a second voice whines from behind the sofa. A hand rises from the direction of the voice, covered in thick black inkings, before falling with a thud.
Your lips hang ajar as you look at them both, far more confused than you should be. When you glance over to the kitchen counter, you're greeted with the sight of what must have been a rager. There are bottles everywhere - mainly soju and beer - and there's a sticky sheen pooling around their bases. A packet of crisps is open on the hob, but most of the actual crisps are scattered on the floor. You're willing to bet good money on Jungkook being responsible for those.
"The fuck happened last night?" You ask, though you're able to pick up enough context clues from the photobooth pictures that are on your fridge door. They're stuck in place with washi tape, of which you don't remember buying.
"You didn't buy it," Jungkook says when you ask about it. "Stole it from the photobooth place. Little klepto."
"Brilliant," you grimace. The last thing you need is a scandal going around about Kim Seokjin's troublesome younger sister and her thieving ways. The media love a scandal, and Jin has been able to avoid them for the most part. "Joon and Jin?"
"Headed home before us," Jimin tells you. "Really don't remember a thing, do you?"
The last thing you remember is messaging your Damocles boy in the bathroom stall. You don't even really remember how the conversation ended. The rest of the night? Never happened, in your mind.
Still reeling, the day wastes away from you all.
It's spent huddled up on your sofa, Jungkook's Spotify connected to your speaker, as you try and decipher exactly what happened the night before. It's like you're the cast of a shitty Hollywood movie from 10 years ago - nothing makes sense, but it also kind of all does. Jungkook's got the least patchy memories. Remembers how you got home, at least.
There's only one thing he doesn't mention - partially because it happened this morning, not last night, but also because he wants to spare your dignity.
He's a light sleeper. Especially the mornings after a few too many drinks. As soon as the alcohol flushes his body, he has to get up, get water, go to the bathroom. Set his world to rights. This morning had been no exception.
Just a shame he happened to wake a mere matter of moments before your Damocles boy had called you.
No words had been spoken, no conversation took place - but with your phone angled awkwardly for prime shots of your most intimate areas, you had moaned a little louder than usual to make sure the mic picked it up.
And so Jungkook had heard it all - and had recognised the click of a Hush call coming to an end. He's had more than enough himself to know the tone by now.
Watching on as you laugh with Jimin about something nonsensical, mid-afternoon sun pouring through the cracks in your curtains, Jungkook is curious.
You don't notice the way he's studying you, nibbling on his lip ring as he does so.
The running joke between the pair of you about dating to piss off Jin has always been exactly that - a joke - but the idea of you dating someone else in the industry makes him feel a little... off.
He doesn't question it, though. Doesn't really know what to make of it. Doesn't like it, mind you.
As the evening begins to draw in, Jimin leaves first, with Jungkook set to follow suit half an hour later. He tells you he'll leave at 6, but he's still on your sofa when it hits 7:05PM.
"There's something about you lately," he says, scheming, dark eyes narrow. You narrow yours back right back.
"How so?"
"Dunno," he smiles. He wants to ask who you're fucking about with, but it seems too forward. You're close, and have been for years, but not as close as you used to be. His fault, really. He's the one who ditched you when he started dating some songwriter a few years back. "You just seem... preoccupied. What's going on with you, fizz?"
The nickname is so natural that it rolls off Jungkook's tongue as if he hadn't stopped calling you it around the same time he got that girlfriend. She didn't last long, but the slight chill to your friendship had.
"Haven't heard that in a while," you smile right back, as you take a sip on the fizzy orangade that you adore so much it had become a bloody nickname.
"Still suits you," he says, and he's right. Fizzy by name, fizzy by nature. "So you gonna tell me?"
You're not really sure what he wants you to say, so just shrug. "I'm fine, buddy. Are you okay?"
"I'm cool," he nods, aware of the fact you definitely don't want to talk about whatever it is going on with you - so he changes topic. "Nervous about tour, if I'm being honest. You're coming, right? Been contracted on?"
"Uh-huh," you nod. "For the European leg, at least. They haven't sent out contracts yet for the US leg."
"You'll be on it," he says with absolute certainty. He can't see any reason why you wouldn't be. They all like having you around. It's nice having a familiar face backstage. Nice having a friend.
"Hopefully," you agree, very aware that your job is incredibly sought after. You're not the only nepotism baby around, and know that the US leg will be a lot more... political, as it were. Record label execs will all be fighting for attention from the boys, and that could mean putting overqualified suits in job positions like yours, just for a little bit of Scout exposure.
"You really think they're gonna kick you off the roster?" he smiles, nudging you with his foot from across the sofa. "We'd all riot. Even Yoongi."
Now that is something you doubt.
"He'd probably be leading the counter-riot to have me kicked off," you roll your eyes.
"He's just pissy that he can't be annoyed with you," Jungkook laughs. "He wants to hate how you got hired, but he knows you're good at what you do. Knows that you'd have got the job with or without your bloodline."
"Or," you counter. "He really does just hate me."
Jungkook shakes his head. He's noticed Yoongi's coldness recently, too. Puts it down to stress from touring so intensely. Things were definitely different than they used to be - not necessarily any better, nor worse. Just different.
"It's understandable," Jungkook taunts you. "You are pretty unbearable."
He catches your foot as you go to kick him, surprised by how strong your legs actually are - but you're no match for his upper body strength. Not even when you try and use your other leg, as well.
"Some boys actually enjoy my company," you protest, still struggling a little.
"Uh-huh," Jungkook nods, biting down on his bottom lip. His eyes are sparkling in the same way they did after last night's concert. He's just messing, flirting with you for the fun of it, but he knows he shouldn't. Knows he's only doing it cause he knows you're talking to someone else. He's lost your affections before, and while you're just friends, he still doesn't like the idea of it happening again. He likes being number one. Likes being top of the food chain. "Sure they do."
He thinks he has the upper hand here, but he hasn't realised you've stopped fighting against his grip. You're gentle in the way you move your legs, lowering them just a little until they're on his lap. He lets them be. Pays no notice to the fact he's not entirely soft beneath his sweats.
You ignore it, too. Kind of. Press down a little, just to let him know you know. He doesn't react. Just cocks one of his brows, as if to say, 'so?'
And then he figures that throwing caution to the wind is the best option here. He doesn't want to let things get out of hand, and he's sure you don't either.
"So are you gonna tell me about your Hush boy now or later?"
The way your jaw drops is almost comical. The pressure of your feet eases, and Jungkook is sad to lose it, but he doesn't resist as you pull your legs up to your chest in panic. He's still got that cocksure grin on his face, amused by your reaction.
"What?" He smirks, reclining back into the corner of the sofa. His legs spread a little, and the bulge is even more noticeable. He's doing it to fuck with you, now. You don't even look in its direction, but he still has the nerve to say, "Eyes up here, fizz."
"My eyes are up," you almost gasp. "And so are you, apparently."
Jungkook knocks his head to the side, and scrunches his nose a little. Being called out for it makes him a little awkward, even when he's the most confident guy you've ever known.
"I'm just hungover-"
"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes, before reciting the same bullshit he always says. "I'm always more horny when I'm hungover."
The way you say it is so whiney that Jungkook can't help but laugh. "I don't sound like that you prick - and stop deflecting. I heard you this morning. Sounds like I'm not the only one who suffers from horny hangovers."
It's about now that your face blossoms with the most delightful shade of red. Your cheeks are hot, and Jungkook can see how mortified you are. He finds it fucking hilarious.
"You didn't."
"Oh," he sings. "But I did."
"I'm gonna throw up," you grimace. Flirting with Jungkook is all well and good, but the idea of him hearing you get yourself off is shameful. Truly horrific.
"You didn't remember that me and Jimin had crashed here, did you?" He teases, knowing that you'd have never done it had you known they were in the next room over - or maybe you would have done. You just would have been a little more discreet.
"Didn't have a clue," you confirm, before burying your head in a sofa cushion. This is probably the most tragic conversation you've ever had with Jungkook.
He just laughs. Finds it hilarious.
"You didn't hear anything," you tell him. "Forget it ever happened."
"Was kinda hot," he shrugs - but fails to tell you that his current semi isn't the first time he's been hard in your apartment today. "Doesn't answer my question, though. Who's your Hush guy?"
Your face screws up like a paper napkin. This is not a conversation you want to be having, nor one you thought you'd be having a few minutes ago when your feet were on his cock.
In fact, your eyes are still closed, face all cute and regretful when you say, "How the fuck am I supposed to know? Doesn't that defeat the object of Hush?"
Jungkook laughs. "Give over. Who is he?"
"I'm being serious," you say, and notice the way Jungkook's smile shifts. He looks a little concerned, now, brows hard. "I don't know."
"Fizz," he says, too shocked to address you by anything but a dumb nickname. His brows are furrowed, and it's his jaw gaping now, not yours. "How do you not know?"
And now you're confused, because you thought that anonymity was the whole point of Hush.
"We just... never disclosed it, I guess?"
"So, what?" Jungkook's tone changes. It sounds like he's accusing you now, berating you a little. You both look as bewildered as one another. "You just matched with some dude this morning and got straight to it?"
That's the only plausibility, Jungkook thinks.
He knows Hush, knows what it's like, but knows that the stakes are too high to keep the anon act up. If he isn't comfortable enough to share his identity within a day or two, he unmatches.
Sure, he's gotten himself in pretty risky conversations straight off the bat before, and has had his fair share of casual encounters thanks to the app - but he doesn't love the idea of you doing it, too. It's because he knows that he doesn't care for the girls he uses in those situations, and dislikes the idea of someone else using you like that.
"No?" You reply, a little offended. "We've been talking for like... a few months?"
Jungkook almost shrieks. "A few months?! And you don't know who he is?!"
You stay silent for a moment. You're reflecting his confusion back at him. He can't understand for the life of him why you don't see a problem with this - but you haven't worked your way through the Hush circles like he has. Your Damocles boy has been the only person you've ever given the time of day on there.
"That's the whole point?" You say, but it's really a question because you can't understand why he's so horrified.
"He could be anyone," Jungkook whispers, as if he's trying to keep your secret for you. "Anyone!"
"He's alright," you promise. "He's nice."
"You don't even know his name!"
"I'm pretty sure you can only name a handful of the girls you've fucked in the last couple of years," you scoff at his hypocrisy.
Jungkook got eyes like a hopeless romantic, all shiny and bright. People don't seem to realise such appeal affords him endless opportunities for casual encounters - of which he thinks it would be rude to turn down. Or at least that's what he tells you.
Realistically, you know he just likes fucking about.
"That's not the point here, fizz, and you know it," he scolds.
"Who I may or may not send nudes to is really none of your concern, Jungkook," you tell him.
"I know that," he insists. "But if this has been going on for months..."
"Then it's still none of your concern."
He holds up his hands, eyes wide. He's waving a white flag, even if he thinks you're a walking, talking red one. "I'm not attacking you, here. I just think you need to be careful."
"I'm fine," you tell him softly, and he's pleased when you smile at him in that fond way he's so used to. It feels a lot safer than the confusion on your face a moment ago. You know his concern comes from a good place. "It's just what works for us. It's as much my choice as it is his."
Jungkook nods, and lets it go, but not before warning you, "I'm not the only one of the guys on there. Tae and Jin, we both know they're not, but the rest of them? I dread to think of what Jin would do if he found out Joon was phone fucking his little sister."
You laugh now. Really laugh.
"I'm not kidding!" Jungkook protests.
"I'd recognise any of you in an instant," you tell him, and you really believe it.
You have no doubt in your mind that you'd be able to sense any of them off from miles away. They're too familiar.
"I fucking hope so," he laughs, and while you're laughing too, you feel a little uneasy.
Maybe he has a point. Maybe you do need to dig a little deeper.
But as Jungkook leaves, and you check your phone only to find a new message waiting from your Damocles boy, you can't help but feel a little out of your depth already.
21:43PM
D4m0cl3s:
whyyyy am i so obsessed with u
22:10PM
leaving me on read? that's a new one
(plus will probably only make me a little more obsessed (something about toxic girls that just really gets to me))
22:32PM
i lied i don't like toxic girls pls don't ignore me clem :(
Cl3m3ntin3:
hey
sorry
was just a little busy
D4m0cl3s:
it's cool
you okay?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah yeah, im all good
you?
D4m0cl3s:
im okay
you seem a little... i dunno. off?
Cl3m3ntin3:
sorry
i'm fine
really
D4m0cl3s:
yanno, you say one thing
but the way you're writing sends a whole entire different message
it's v confusing, clem
Cl3m3ntin3:
sorry
i don't mean to be
im all good, honest
D4m0cl3s:
stop saying sorry
22:54PM
clem whats up
you're never like this, you got me worried
Cl3m3ntin3:
you sat at home worrying over a girl you can't even imagine?
D4m0cl3s:
wdym?
Cl3m3ntin3:
it's not like you can picture me
not like you can think of my face
so what are you thinking about when you're worrying? some pixels? your phone?
D4m0cl3s:
right.
where has all this come from?
please know my face is very confused right now
so whatever you imagine when you think of me - 'cause let's remember that you don't have a fuckin' clue what i look like either - add a little confusion to it
that should do the job.
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm gonna add a little anger to it 'cause you seem pissed off
D4m0cl3s:
well, yeah?
i kind of am
i don't get why you're, like, attacking me?
like im the only one keeping a secret?
it's you and me both, clem.
00:06AM
you can't just ignore me whenever i say something you don't like
Cl3m3ntin3:
no?
i think i can.
goes with the territory of you not knowing who the fuck i am.
no repercussions.
D4m0cl3s:
where the fuck has all this come from?
were we not good this morning?
00:13AM
and there you go again, leaving me on read.
Cl3m3ntin3:
don't act like you actually give a fuck
been 3 months
if you cared, surely i'd know who you are by now?
D4m0cl3s:
pot, kettle, black, clem
it's a two-way street
and fuck you
if i didn't care, i'd just be leaving your shitty attitude on read, too.
Cl3m3ntin3:
how can you care about someone you don't know?
really? how can you?
D4m0cl3s:
are you telling me you don't care about me?
00:17AM
if this is you leaving me on read again then you can go fuck yourself.
like literally just unmatch me.
Cl3m3ntin3:
im not leaving you on read
im trying to figure out what the fuck i want to say
just
give me a moment, okay?
D4m0cl3s:
m'kay.
Cl3m3ntin3:
i care
that's, like the most important thing here. i really care.
i just
i had someone irl questioning me about you today and it kind of left me stumped.
why don't you want to know who i am?
D4m0cl3s:
i kinda hate that an outsider has swayed your opinion on me so much
don't get me wrong, i love that your friends care about you
just hate that it makes you think i don't
Cl3m3ntin3:
that's not an answer
D4m0cl3s:
patience is a virtue, clem
i was getting there
my line of work... i cant commit to anything. it isn't fair. it isn't fair to let someone get invested in me.
the moment you know who i am, everything changes
it's far easier for you to be detached if i'm just a few pixels
if this isn't physical
Cl3m3ntin3:
you've spent 3 months getting yourself off to me and me alone
that's commitment, isn't it?
D4m0cl3s:
that's conditioning, clem
you've made everything else so incredibly boring
you're the only thing that excites me
Cl3m3ntin3:
and yet...
D4m0cl3s:
and yet.
clem, we both know the second this becomes more than what it already is, there's no taking it back.
i don't wanna lose this
don't wanna lose you.
Cl3m3ntin3:
i think it's really sad that you think being honest will result in losing me
D4m0cl3s:
just how the cookie crumbles, clem
i've seen it happen with my friends
you were right when you said you deserve more than dick pics from some rando on the internet
but even if you knew who i was, that's all i'd be able to give you
i like you too much to cope with knowing how disappointed you'd be by the outcome of my grand reveal
a few pixels can only disappoint you so much
a real, tangible human? so much more.
Cl3m3ntin3:
just a rando on the internet who sends me dick pics
and yet you've got me feeling all kinds of fucked up
D4m0cl3s:
it's mutual, if it helps
really did mean it when i said i was obsessed with u earlier
and for the record
i don't really imagine a person when i think of you
more of like..
i dunno. an aura? i guess.
peachy. orange. a little green.
very clementine inspired
maybe that's it
maybe i imagine clementines
my teeny tiny clementine
Cl3m3ntin3:
you make my heart hurt
D4m0cl3s:
you make my heart hurt, too
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm sorry for... like going off at you
D4m0cl3s:
it's cool
kind of nice to see this side of you, i guess
ur ego isn't always big
shock
Cl3m3ntin3:
oh no it is
this is all the result of a bruised ego
was very offended that you didn't wanna know i am
i'll have you know one of my friends got a semi just looking at me earlier
and yet the guy who makes me cum doesn't even wanna know me <///333
D4m0cl3s:
firstly lets stop with this nonsense, okay?
i would kill to know who you are
and as soon as we're both in situations where it's fair
i'm booking you a taxi and routing it straight for my place
also fuck ur friend
(not literally pls)
Cl3m3ntin3:
oh?
not gonna wine and dine me first?
(i wont)
D4m0cl3s:
absolutely not
first thing im doing is checking to see if your head can fit through doors, you egomaniac
Cl3m3ntin3:
and the second thing?
D4m0cl3s:
fucking the rest of that ego out of you ♡♡
Cl3m3ntin3:
and they say romance is dead
D4m0cl3s:
im not the most romantic of guys
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'll pretend im shocked
D4m0cl3s:
are we good, clem?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah we're good
im sorry for getting so in my head about things
don't even know why i got so pissed about you not being able to imagine me when i literally can't imagine you either lmao
D4m0cl3s:
what do you think of when you think of me?
Cl3m3ntin3:
honestly?
D4m0cl3s:
honestly...
Cl3m3ntin3:
your cock lmao
i wish i could say something cute like your aura, but i'd simply be lying
D4m0cl3s:
for fucks sake haha
Cl3m3ntin3:
good cock, at least
great cock, some would say
D4m0cl3s:
some?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah
not me
i'd say average :)
D4m0cl3s:
average?
AVERAGE?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah :D
D4m0cl3s:
i...
do you need reminding or something?
Cl3m3ntin3:
no? it's average :) !
D4m0cl3s:
the man was too stunned to speak
Cl3m3ntin3:
maybe i do need reminding then?
could have sworn it was average?
maybe even a little smaller?
D4m0cl3s:
you are rubbing salt in a wound, miss teeny tiny clementine
i've never been more offended
Cl3m3ntin3:
hmm...
prove me wrong?
D4m0cl3s:
i want it on record that i hate you
Cl3m3ntin3:
sure you do, baby
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D4m0cl3s:
does this help?
Cl3m3ntin3:
a little?
not much, though
maybe it would help if I had some more context?
maybe you should play with it for me a little bit?
D4m0cl3s added new media to the chat!
D4m0cl3s:
like this?
Cl3m3ntin3:
ooo
that's a little better
only a little, though
maybe more?
D4m0cl3s added new media to the chat!
D4m0cl3s:
what about now?
Cl3m3ntin3:
maybe you should play with your balls a little?
for like... spacial awareness?
D4m0cl3s added new media to the chat!
yeah, that helps
that really helps
D4m0cl3s:
still average?
or does it look like we both know it does?
Cl3m3ntin3:
how do we both know it looks?
D4m0cl3s:
like it would ruin your tight little cunt
Cl3m3ntin3:
damn, damocles
you're really coming for me now, aren't you?
what happened to my pretty little pussy you love so much? it's cunt now?
D4m0cl3s:
you don't want me playing nice right now
you wouldn't be telling me i'm below average if you did
you want me fucking you like i have a point to prove
Cl3m3ntin3:
and what point would that be?
D4m0cl3s:
that once i finally get to fuck your (pretty, perfect, fucking incredible) cunt, it's mine
mine, and no one else's
especially not that friend of yours who got hard looking at you
Cl3m3ntin3:
i spy with my little eye something that begins with J
(it ends in 'ealousy', suga)
sugar** lmao
typo
D4m0cl3s:
suga on the brain?
you a scouts fan?
Cl3m3ntin3:
they're fine
not what i want to be thinking of right now, tho
D4m0cl3s:
my bad
well, no, your bad actually
who's your favourite member?
Cl3m3ntin3:
shuuuuush
time and place, babe
also
i have an idea
D4m0cl3s:
go on?
Cl3m3ntin3:
you got a bottle close by?
D4m0cl3s:
ermmm
like water bottle?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah
D4m0cl3s:
i've a chilsung?
Cl3m3ntin3:
perfect
me too
wanna see your hand wrapped around it
D4m0cl3s:
....
i have a cock right here and hard for you
.... and you wanna see my hand around a bottle?
Cl3m3ntin3:
just do it baby
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oh my fucking god
D4m0cl3s:
what?
Cl3m3ntin3 added new media to the chat!
oh holy shit
why is your hand so small
it doesn't even get around the bottle?????!!
i'd literally like... eclipse it
Cl3m3ntin3:
uh huh
now wrap your hand around your cock
you know the size difference now
you know exactly what it'd look like
D4m0cl3s:
god i'm gonna fucking destroy you arent i
Cl3m3ntin3:
uh huh
i think so
jesus christ
i haven't even been touching myself and look at the state of me
Cl3m3ntin3 added new media to the chat!
you did this
this is all you
D4m0cl3s:
all mine
i'm never gonna share you
god i gotta fuck you
Cl3m3ntin3:
we've literally just had a full entire fuck off conversation as to why you cant
D4m0cl3s:
im a boy
im stupid
i cant be trusted to make such decisions
let me fuck you
please
Cl3m3ntin3:
no, baby
you know you can't
you gotta be patient
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think of how well you'll be rewarded
D4m0cl3s:
no i gotta fuck you
i need to
i think i might die if i can't
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so hard that death is the only option
Cl3m3ntin3:
the way you hold it around the base always gets me so fucked up
all i can think about is the fact it will look just like that when you guide it into me
Cl3m3ntin3 added new media to the chat!
reckon im wet enough for you?
D4m0cl3s:
i think you're wet enough that i'll never need to drink water again
so fucking hot
literally how the fuck do you even get that wet
Cl3m3ntin3:
wish i could tell you
truth is you're the only one who's ever got me like that
D4m0cl3s:
fuck
don't say shit like that, clem
im too close
Cl3m3ntin3:
you can cum, baby
i wanna see it
D4m0cl3s:
can i call?
i wanna watch you too
Cl3m3ntin3:
yes
please
pretty please
D4m0cl3s:
always so good for me, clem
ain't no fuckin' way im ever losing this
Cl3m3ntin3:
just call me you sentimental prick ;)
Incoming call from D4m0cl3s
Accept | Decline
(01 minute : 37 seconds)
Call ended.
Cl3m3ntin3:
im so furious that was a call and not a video
you fucking whined
WHINED
jesus i might cum again just thinking about it
D4m0cl3s:
and they say men are easy
Cl3m3ntin3:
fuck you, you know you're hot
D4m0cl3s:
do i?
Cl3m3ntin3:
yeah
yeah you fucking do
give me all this shit for my ego, but jesus christ you know exactly what you do to me
D4m0cl3s:
and you know it's mutual
the whine...
yeah that wasn't intentional
you're just??? unreal????
Cl3m3ntin3:
probably a good idea that we don't ever fuck
i think i'd stop being able to function like a useful member of society
would just want to spend all day in bed with you
D4m0cl3s:
you say that as we don't spend a fair amount of our free time doing exactly that
just... not together
but still together
kinda
i guess? does that make sense?
Cl3m3ntin3:
it makes sense
i'm sorry about earlier, still
D4m0cl3s:
im sorry, too
i know that this isn't like... conventional
Cl3m3ntin3:
conventional is boring
im gonna go get a shower quickly
talk later?
D4m0cl3s:
talk later
miss u already x
D4m0cl3s is offline
BIG HIT ENT OFFICES
Yongsan-gu, Seoul
"You can stop avoiding me, yanno," Jungkook mumbles as he comes to stand beside you.
The grey corridors of Big Hit all look the same, but this one's a little different. It's The Scouts stomping ground; space reluctantly given to them after the success of the last album. Told management they needed studios to work in underdisturbed. Three of them. Tae and Jin didn't care for one - are happy doing their own shit in the dingy old practise room in the basement - but Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook all threw tantrums.
Well, less-so trantrums and more-so well put together business plans an ROI graphs for some of the senior bosses. Hoseok was in charge of overseeing it all, and blew far too much budget on it - something of which has bitten them all in the arse, and keeps them tied to their label for longer, but they have freedoms, at least. More than most bands in their field. Oppotunities. Visibility.
At the far end of the corridor, closest to the snack machine, is Jungkook's studio.
There's silence as you watch the packet of chips you just chose drop into the vending chute, with little care for the fact he sounds stroppy. Though you don't look at him, you know he's pouting. Can hear it in his voice.
It's been a few days since he left your apartment and you haven't really spoken since. It's not like it's totally uncommon for you to go a while without chatting, but you are aware that you left a couple memes sent to you on read.
You weren't trying to be a bitch, he just sent them at bad times, and you forgot to reply. Seems as if your lack of consideration has left him overthinking, and you feel a little bad.
You crouch, knees cracking as you do, stuffing your arm into the machine and retrieving your purchases - plural. A packet of chips for you, and banana milk for him. He narrows his eyes as you hold it towards him. You're still crouched, eyes a little wide but impatient.
"Take it or I'll drink it myself, you big baby."
He wants to resist, but he can't. Something just so tempting about banana milk. Gets him every time.
"Was coming to see you, actually," you say as you return to your full posture, knocking your head to the side to indicate you want to walk. He follows your lead like he always does. It explains the banana milk, at least, and makes him feel a little easier. "Just been busy, haven't been avoiding you. Stupid. Anyways, had a meeting today about the next run of shows so thought I'd pop up and say hi before I left."
He hums to let you know he's listening, encouraging you to keep on talking as he reaches the door to his studio. It's pin-protected, so you wait till he's typed in the code to continue - though realistically, you both know you could have just typed it in yourself.
"How'd it go?" He asks, both out of politeness and general curiosity. He's always keen to hear about your life; what's going on with it.
"Yeah, yeah," you nod, entering first and taking a seat in his favourite desk chair as soon as you're inside. You drape your overshirt across the back of it, and ignore the way Jungkook's eyes briefly flitter towards your chest. His gaze doesn't linger, so you don't bother teasing him about it. "All good. Just going over some health and safety stuff."
He pops his banana milk down on the desk. Frowns. Sighs. "Up."
Every single time. Him and his bloody chair.
"But there's another chair right there!" You protest, knowing full well you're in Jungkook's ridiculously overpriced gaming chair, which really has no business being in a music studio - but dear lord if it isn't the comfiest thing you've ever sat on.
"Exactly!" He wails in return. "You, there. Me, here."
The way he gestures his hands makes him look like a flight attendant, all poised and direct, but you don't budge.
"Mhmm-mm," you mumble, trying to eat a chip as Jungkook tugs on your arm. "Me, here. You there!"
"You're gonna get crumbs all over it," he says with such a pout that you can't help but laugh. You know he's got a mini vacuum in his desk drawer precisely for times like these. You know because you're the one who bought it, after the fifth time you'd argued over something as trivial as a few crumbs.
"I won't," you pout right back, then promise, "I'll wipe my fingers."
He's about to say something back, before he realises that you are wiping your fingers - right along the hem of his shirt.
"For fucks sake, you little shit," he moans, wrapping his arm around your head to get you in a headlock. Should have just done this earlier, he thinks. The pair of you struggle for a moment, but he's too bloody strong. You squeal as he drags you off the chair and plonks you down in the spare seat. "Much better."
"You suck," you huff as you kick out at him, but miss as he sits himself down and rolls away with a cheeky little grin on his face.
He's about to reply all rather childishly, but a knock at his door breaks the contact of his eyes on yours.
You're thankful for the interruption. You don't like the way it feels when you look at Jungkook these days. It's a bit... too much.
"Who is it?" Jungkook calls, the frosted glass hiding the intruder, but not really. Even you can make out who it is.
"Yoongi," he calls through, to which Jungkook tells him that he can let himself in. He's one of the chosen few; the secret circle. In all reality, every single one of the boys knows Jungkook's passwords, but he tells himself otherwise. Somehow likes the idea of exclusivity.
"Hey, I- oh," Yoongi begins as he enters the room, stopping as he realises you're there. He's dressed down, a pair of black slacks and a white shirt a fair few sizes too large draped over his shoulders.
Dressed quite a lot like you, actually, though your slacks are fitted and high-waisted, and the white shirt you're in is tight. It clings to your skin, and now that your overshirt is hooked over the back of Jungkook's chair, there's not much hiding your silhouette.
They've both seen you in far less - there's a mutual agreement to never speak of your twenty-third birthday party and the bath debacle - but it's not often you're in anything that doesn't hide you up a little. It's just professionalism, and considering you're mostly around them at work, it makes sense.
But your shirt had ridden up a little from the struggle with Jungkook, and your midriff is distracting for Yoongi, apparently. He stays silent. Looks at you. Looks at Jungkook. Looks at your shirt, which is crumpled by Jungkook. Looks at the mess your hair is in following the headlock. Is unaware of the headlock ever taking place. Adds 2 and 2 and gets 5.
"Didn't realise you had company," Yoongi musters. "My bad."
"Don't mind me," you smile. "I can get gone, if you need time with Jungkook?"
"No, no," Yoongi insists, before turning to focus on Jungkook. The way he cuts the conversation short with you weighs on you. You and Yoongi had never been close, not in the same way you were with Jungkook, but there was a time when you would have been invited along with whatever he needed Jungkook for. Hasn't been that way for a while now, but it still makes you sad. "Just running through that demo you sent over, I've got some notes. I'll be in the studio all evening, so just come by whenever you're... done."
It dawns on you pretty quickly that Yoongi's jumping to conclusions. Your cheeks begin to flame, and you have to stop yourself from awkwardly laughing.
"I'm actually heading off now," you mumble, getting to your feet. The last thing you need is yet another thing for Yoongi to hold against you.
You like to tell yourself it's the whole nepotism thing - and honestly, it's an undeniable part of his disdain for you lately.
But you also know it's something more.
See, there are two things you and Yoongi will never speak of.
The first is your twenty-third birthday party, and the bath debacle that came with it. It was harmless, and he wasn't the only one there - Jimin and Jungkook played their part too - but it's an avoided topic to preserve your dignity more than anything else.
The second thing you will never discuss is the night that never was. The one you both agreed never happened.
When he looks at you, you know he's thinking about it.
But it's your best-kept secret, and you'd quite like to keep it that way, so you make your excuses and leave. Jungkook says bye, and that he'll text later. Yoongi doesn't even really look at you as you leave.
There's a momentum to your heartbeat as you leave the building, your staff pass beeping like a hospital monitor as you go through security. There's a buzz in your back pocket as soon as you're through the doors - not the kind you long for from your Damocles boy, but a just regular kakaotalk message.
When you pull up your phone and see his name, you're surprised, but also a little concerned. You wait until you're at the bus stop to check his messages - and when you do, you wish you never did.
Yoongi (personal):
I've said the same to Jungkook as I'm gonna say to you.
Think about it from Jin's perspective.
You can't help but laugh at his sheer audacity. Of all people, Yoongi has absolutely no right to berate you, nor your choices. He's completely missed the mark of the relationship between you and Jungkook - and he's really in no place to judge. No place at all.
And so you tell him as such.
You:
Not really sure what you're getting at
But tell me, Yoongi, did you think about it from Jin's perspective?
You know better than to mention the night that never was. Neither of you have spoken about it for months - a full year, almost - but he deserves to think about it if he's going to be a prick. Deserves to remember. Deserves to have it linger.
You watch as your messages are marked as 'read', and then you mute your notifications from him. How he thinks he has any right to police what you do - and who you do it with - infuriates you. Why waste your time, though? He's been nothing but an absolute arse to you over the past couple of months. Nothing will change it.
The frustration in your mind has you wanting to watch the world roll by. You let the bus you usually board roll on by, opting for the longer route instead. It won't come for another few minutes, but it's not so bad out today. The weather is bearable.
It's as you're waiting - a face of thunder and scowl foul enough to rival even Yoongi's on a bad day - that your phone buzzes. The corner of your lips curl. Cheeks turn pink. It vibrates again. And a third time.
So even though you mentally scold yourself for not waiting until you get home, you find yourself unlocking your phone and heading to Hush.
And sure enough, there he is.
D4m0cl3s:
working late tonight
The second message is a picture. Has you gasping. It's a pair of dark trousers, unbuckled, zip down, but still in place - pushed open enough for you to see the thick outline of a bulge in white Calvins.
D4m0cl3s:
thinking about you x
A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you forget all about your bad mood.
You reply, a grin on your face so large that you think it could rival a Cheshire cat.
Cl3m3ntin3:
and they say romance is dead?? ♡♡
He replies instantly.
D4m0cl3s:
i'm not trying to romance you, clem
i'm trying to seduce you :)
is it working?
Cl3m3ntin3:
no x
D4m0cl3s:
what about now??
The picture he sends through is obscene. Belongs in the centrefold of a top shelf magazine. Has you fucking drooling, a light whimper escaping your lips. The harsh wind of a taxi storming by reminds you that you're in public. You look over your shoulder to make sure there's no one walking by - not because you don't want to get caught looking at it, but so you can oogle at it for a little bit longer.
His fingers are wrapped around his thick cock, his grip tight. Like, real fucking tight. His foreskin is pulled down, and there's a small pool of thick precum glistening on his tip. It's so minimal, but so central to the photo that you know it's the main focus. He's letting you know just how horny he is, just how ready he is to fuck himself into you - and he's hoping that your pussy will be leaking like that, too.
Cl3m3ntin3:
i'm on my way home
can you wait for like 20 minutes?
D4m0cl3s:
i've got all night, clem
take your time
i'll be waiting for you
Cl3m3ntin3:
be home soooooon
D4m0cl3s:
travel safe, clemmie x
Cl3m3ntin3:
simp.
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Husband yoongi x wife reader one shot
Synopsis: in which, you feel like he doesn't love you anymore which was the result of him working and neglecting you for almost a month. So of course he has to show you how much he needs you.
Genre/warnings: married au,fluff, smut , angst, unprotected sex,breeding kink,dom yoongi, slight fingering, dry humping, husband yoongi, needy sex,yearning,edging,sir kink.
Taglist (open) ♡ @bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @creatorspalace @raineandskye @shymagda-7 @yoonaasa
Author's pov
You sighed watching the empty side of bed where your husband was supposed to be. The sheets were cold meaning he has been gone since hours. You lost count of how many times it has been that he came home late after you fell asleep and went to work early when you were still sleeping. The only time you can manage to see him was if you wake up at early hours so you could catch him before he left. It almost made you feel as if he's doing it on purpose so he doesn't have to see you.
You know you shouldn't feel like this. You have always known that he is very passionate about his work and take pride in it. But you can't help it. Not when it's been almost a month since you properly saw him. Hugged him, kissed him. When was the last time you even had a proper conversation with him? Are you the only one who misses him? Does he not feel this way? And even as you miss just being with him, your body yearns for him too. And it hurts to think that you're the only one who is yearning for him when it's been more than a month since you both had any intimacy.
You sniffle quietly and brush away the small tear that managed to escaped before getting up to take a shower. Even while brushing your teeth,you miss him when you're suddenly reminded of the time when you both used to brush together when you were dating. Or when you both would share a sweet, innocent kiss after brushing which would sometimes turn into a more heated one. Which would end up with you pinned against the shower wall. Even in those times,you felt safe,loved.
Sighing you got out of the shower and wore one of his hoodie over some comfortable pajama pants. You were planning to go grocery shopping today but now you just want to crawl back on the bed and silently sit by yourself. After drinking your coffee, you busied yourself with work in hopes of not thinking about him. You're sure you cleaned the whole house spotless by noon and realized it was almost 2 pm. Not having the mood to make a proper meal you ate your favorite ramen. You were going to eat alone anyway.
You managed to go through half a day without having constantly reminded of him, thanks to all the chores. But now after eating, you realized you had nothing to do anymore other than sitting on the couch alone with a thin blanket wrapped around you.Mindlessly changing the channels, you don't know when you picked up your phone. Or when you scrolled through his number. But before you could stop yourself, your thumb had already clicked on his number and only when you heard the ring, did you realized what you had done.
A ring went by and you immediately panicked when his deep voice was heard. "Hello? Y/n are you alright?"
Your heart soared. His first response to your unexpected call was to make sure you're fine. Well you couldn't blame him because you never called him during work hours. "Y/n? Baby you there?" Oh you forgot the call was on. Clearing your throat you responded "y-yeah I'm alright "
It was silent for a moment before he said "you sure? You don't usually call me around this time"
Great now you even made him worried. Feeling tears welling up you said "I'm fine i-i just wanted to know if you're coming home tonight? Are you busy right now?" You didn't noticed the small crack in your voice but he did.
"I'm in a middle of something but i can come home right now babygirl. Are you sure you're fine?"
Hearing the concern in his voice only made more tears fill in your eyes and you only felt worse knowing you disturbed him when he was working. "Oh" you sniffled pulling the blanket tighter and mumbled "n-no you don't need to come home it's okay just make sure to take a break and eat properly. Bye" you went to hang up knowing you'll start sobbing if you heard his voice any longer but he wasn't going to let you do that.
"Y/n don't hang up" hearing his deep voice your thumb froze over the red icon and you hesitantly placed the phone back over your ear. You can imagine him running his hair through his hair right now. Sometimes he did when he was stressed or frustrated. "Talk to me doll. What happened?"
Not being able to hide it,a sob ripped through your throat. A sound that immediately send yoongi into a frenzy of worries. Feeling his heart clenching at the broken sound he stood up from his office chair "y/n? Baby what's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" He was about to take his suit jacket when the next words you whispered halted his steps.
"Do you still love me?" Silence was all you heard through the other line making you doubt your actions. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously not hearing any response . Another second went by before you uttered "y-yoongi?-"
"What did you say?" Your eyes widened when you heard the anger in his voice. It seemed more than anger. Almost fury. "Y/n. What did you say?" You were biting your bottom lip so hard you winced when you tasted the metallic liquid. Taking a deep shaky breath, you whispered "do you love me anymore?"
The line went dead silent before you looked at the phone surprised when you realized yoongi hung up. He cut the call. What does that mean? You let out a muffled sob, trying to hide the sound by your hands as more tears spilled from your eyes. Sniffling you wiped your face and stood up, going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You're almost sure he won't come home today. You just want to go back to the time when he was sweet boyfriend. Why did this have to happen? What if there is someone else? Someone better than you?
After drinking the water you went over to the sink to wash your face, to get rid of the dry tears. After wiping your face you took a shaky breath, making your way towards the stairs but then you heard the door lock beeping signaling someone is entering the password. Turning around a little surprised, you started walking towards the living room. No one usually comes here around this time that's why you were a little startled. But what surprised you more was when the door was ripped open and you saw your husband yoongi walking inside with long strides. His face holding a furious expression. Looking at him with wide eyes you said "y-yoongi?"
He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you as he walked towards you with dominant steps. His jaw was clenched and before you could say anything, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you flush towards you and smashed his lips on yours causing you to stumble back with a gasp as your hands found their place on his chest. His grip around you tighten and he let out an almost animalistic growl kissing you harder which had you gasping for air as you struggled to keep up with his pace. His other hand went to the back of your head and he gripped your hair pulling you ina deeper kiss causing you to whimper.
"Y-yoongi what's g-gotten into you" you gasped in between the kiss as he continued sucking and biting your lips till they were red and bruised. "How dare you" he groaned with his hand going down inside your pajamas and you gasped as he roughly pushed your panties aside and only now did you realized how wet you got just by him kissing you. A small whimper left your lips when his long fingers came in contact with your womanhood. "Fuck" he whispered kissing and sucking bruises on the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the wetness on his fingers. "How dare you question my love for you" he growled rubbing harsh circles on your clit causing you to arch your back, as you gripped his arms to support yourself "o-oh yoongi " you moaned as his speed increased and his long finger entered into your tight cunt. Thrusting his finger in and out of your weeping hole, you cried out as he added another finger in, feeling your climax approaching quickly. "Ah yoongi please" you whimpered holding onto his shoulders for dear life as the feeling became too much and just as you were about to come,he pulled his hand back causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness "no yoongi please"
He slapped your butt roughly and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him causing you to gasp as you felt his hardness against you. "You were questioning my love for you? I'll show you much i love you y/n " he murmured moving your hips against his, so that your cunt was rubbing against his hard length "yoongi" you gasped as he suddenly picked you up causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, with your face buried in his neck. His arms around you tighten as he kicked the door shut with his leg and threw you on the bed causing you to gasp as he ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling you up with one hand he took your hoodie off and threw in on the floor along with your pajamas, groaning as your bare chest came in his view. "Fuck" he hissed coming on top of you amd wrapped his lips around your hardening nipple, massaging your other breasts with one hand as small moans spilled from your lips with your fingers running through his hair.
As he sucked marks all over your chest, his lips came on yours, and he noticed the small bruise on your lips. He didn't need to be told how that happened because he knows that you have a habit of biting your lips when you're nervous. His eyes softened for a moment and he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your bottom lip before his eyes hardened and he took off his belt and pants along with his briefs, freeing his length which slapped against his abdomen and you whimpered in want, watching the precum already forming . "Yoongi " you whispered, feeling your already damp panties dampening more at the sight. You gasped as he growled and slapped your ass harshly "watch your mouth" "yes sir" you whimpered as his hand went towards your panties and he easily ripped the fabric causing you to gasp at his roughness as he came down, his length brushing against your wet folds.
Groaning he smashed his lips on yours, his hand blindly guiding yours towards his cock and he growled feeling your small fingers wrapping around his dick "fuck. You feel this? You're the reason I'm so fucking hard right now" he grunted, his hips buckling against your hand as you pumped his length whimpering his name. Gripping your wrist he pinned your hands besides your head, grinding the head of his cock against your clit which had you gasping "sir please i need you" you whimpered pulling your hands to wrap them around him but he didn't let you and only tighten his grip . He groaned feeling your wetness against his cock mumbling "how can you think i don't love you anymore. When i need you so much."
You gasped and whimpered at the stretch when he suddenly slammed his length inside your tight hole, pulling all the out with just his tip inside and then slamming back inside causing you to moan loudly "oh my god sir" "god fucking dammit " he hissed when you clenched around him tightly and gritted his teeth, continuously pulling out and slamming back inside. The pace was animalistic, causing you to jerk back everytime he thrusted In, low groans falling from his lips as his eyes watched your beautiful breasts bouncing with every thrust "fucking questioning my love when all i can think about is you" he grunted fucking into you deeper, with his one hand keeping your hands pinned above your head and other one holding you leg against your chest, which gave him a deeper angel. "I-I'm sorry sir!" You sobbed trying to free your hand to hold him, but he would only hold them more tight "no angel you don't get to touch me. Not after thinking about all that bullshit. What else were thinking about hmm?" You moaned not being able to form a sentence but also because you didn't want to tell him. And as if he could read your thoughts he freed your leg and his hand went down between your bodies to rub your clit which threw you into another level of pleasure "hah oh my god p-please yoongi" you cried out as his movements quickened "fucking tell me" he growled sucking harsh marks on your neck.
You sobbed as tears of pleasure ran down your face gasping out "t-that I'm not good enough argh- that t-there is someone better than me- oh sir!" You moaned loudly as his pace increased. He was rough and unforgiving as he gripped your hips in a bruising grip, with the sound of skin slapping increasing as he pounded inside you "God dammit" yoongi groaned thrusting in with long and powerful thrusts "you think there is someone else? That there is someone better than you? Look here" he grunted holding your chin and your eyes fell on the tattoo which was above his collarbone. You sobbed seeing your name printed on his skin. "You see this?" He said signaling to the necklace dangling around his neck. The one you gave him on your second date. It been 5 years since that day but he still wears it. "it's you" he panted leaning his head against yours. You could think nothing besides how much you love him. How important he is to you.
And so, you whispered it in response looking at him with teary eyes as his own stared into yours "i love you yoongi. I love you so much. I-i was scared" you choked up and his jaw clenched. Leaning down he pressed his lips on yours in a much gentle, and deep kiss. Pouring all his love for you in that kiss. Panting your name he wiped the tears softly as his actions got more gentle. His thrusts getting slower and deeper as you felt your high approaching "i love you more than anything in this damn world. Don't ever question my love for you again " he groaned out feeling his balls tightening "I'm sorry sir" you whimpered and he pressed another deep kiss on your lips, whispering "come for me my love" and you did. Harder than you've ever before. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream with tears running down your face, you let the pleasure wrap around you as his arms held you securely and he moaned your name raspily watching you milking his cock.
You managed to whisper "c-come inside me please" as your legs shook because of the powerful orgasm. He growled at your words "fuck.makes me want to fuck my kid inside you. You want that?" You nodded immediately, whimpering softly "yes please yoongi want your kids. Want to be a mother" he groaned burying his face in your neck mumbling "you'll be the most beautiful mother round with my kids. Fuck! I'm coming- " he let out a long groan as his balls emptied with his cock shooting ropes and ropes of cum inside your quivering pussy "i love you so fucking much" he grunted breathing heavily and you whispered "i love you too" closing your eyes tiredly, wincing as he gently pulled his cock out after a moment. He grunted as some of his cum started dripping out of your womanhood and he collected it on his thumb and pushed it back inside causing you to clench around nothing. "Keep it in" he mumbled patting your butt gently and collapsed besides you with a grunt.
After a second he pulled you close to him, holding you securely as you rested your head against his chest, with your arms wrapping around his torso. He gently held your wrist and rubbed it,frowning as he saw the red bruise "fuck does it hurt?" He mumbled kissing your wrist softly and you shaked your head snuggling into his chest "just a little sore" you whispered sighing against his warmth and he mumbled "I'm sorry angel" you looked at him kissing his jaw softly "it's okay yoon. I was just overthinking " he sighed shaking his head and held you tighter "and i should have been there to stop all those thoughts." You smiled softly rubbing his chest as he kissed your head lovingly "i love you babygirl. I'll always love you. And you're the strongest and most beautiful woman in my life. So don't ever think that there is someone else" you nodded whispering "i love you too yoongi. And I'm sorry for asking that" he chuckled although it sounded sad "it's my fault that i made you doubt us. I'm sorry sweetheart " "it's okay mr min" you giggled teasingly tracing the tattoo lightly "when did you got this done?" "Few days ago. But i forgot to show you" he smiled sheepishly causing you to giggle more.
Noticing your eyes dropping with every second he kissed your forehead and mumbled "sleep babygirl. I'll be here when you wake up" you hummed closing your eyes whispering "i love you " "i love you too angel" he murmured watching you slipping into a deep slumber.
When you asked that question, it made him realize just how long he has been neglecting you, his beautiful wife who has been with him with every step in his life. And he was furious at himself for making you feel that way when all you deserve was all the love from him. Sighing tiredly he held you tighter, a small smile making its way to his lips when a sudden thought of a baby's laugh bouncing in this house came to his mind.
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If 6 years ago someone had told him that he would be holding his sleeping wife and his beautiful daughter his arms,he would laughed at the person. Because never did he thought that he would become a successful husband and a dad in the near future. But when you stirred in his arms, whispering a small "yoongi " in your sleep, hugging him and your daughter tighter, he is so glad that you, a freshman in college got locked with him, a senior in his last year, in a classroom whose door was damaged.
Because that was the day he felt like he was alive again,when you looked at him with your wide doe eyes, in that pretty white sweater with those big glasses,and the moment you called him in a panicked state "sunbae i think we are locked " he knew he was in love.
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— min yoongi
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Just as Friends Series Masterlist
Series is ongoing, I'm still learning how to format but for now - here are all the current chapters!
Series Summary: Two people fall in love, which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.
2012 (how we met) is the first part of the series and has 7 chapters. 2015 (how we got closer) will be the continuation of the story (chapter number tbd, my plans for this have gone out the window, I can't stop writing this series haha). 2018 and 2022 will follow (in theory)
18+, Minors DNI
Content contains: smoking, drinking, underage drinking, tension, some kisses and sexy moments (no smut).
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, all members included platonically.
(tbh idk if it's x reader or not, but it's written with hope that the reader imagines that they are the main character. so it works in that regard? please correct me if i'm completely off base!)
Genre: Infuriating slowburn, angst.
i hope you enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read if you do :) <3 i welcome feedback if you feel so inclined. not everything is proofread, if something hinders your reading experience please lemme know and i'll fix it asap.
2012 - how we met
2012.01 (Length: 1k words)
2012.02. (Length: 5k words)
2012.03. (Length: 3.3k words)
2012.04. (Length: 3.4k words)
2012.05. (Length: 2.2k words)
2012.06. (Length: 5.5k words)
2012.07. (Length: 7.2k words)
2015 - how we got closer
2015. 01. (Length: 3.1k words)
2015.02. (Length: 2.6k words)
2015.03. (coming soon)
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𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐬𝟎𝟎𝐠𝐚 (ginyia)'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!
20 yo, she/her, fiction lover from Algeria.
things to understand/know first:
I do not write any smut or questionable/problematic stuff in my fics.
English is not my first language (u guessed it, lol)
requests are closed for now.
I do not write regularly, I only do it when I'm bored/feel like it, and this blog is not a fic blog (mainly), just something I do for fun here and there. I hope that's okay for u :)
I only write yoongi centered things since he's my biggest inspiration.
please do not repost, translate, or take any of my works. they are a pure product of mines and I would love to get some credit.
everything I write about yoongi is pure fiction/imagination. I do not assume he's fit to any narrative or description I picture him to be in any piece I write at all.
DO NOT interact with me if u are zionist or "neutral".
the masterlist:
bodyguard boyfriend to the rescue. / the prologue.
forever, you & me.
random texts with yoongi.
love again. / part 2. (discontinued)
set me free.
eternal sunshine.
the requests list:
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thank you for clicking. enjoy <3
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Black Swan you will always be magnificent.
#bts black swan#bts packs#bts moodboard#bts headers#bts icons#bts aesthetic#kpop aesthetic#kpop moodboard#taehyung blue moodboard#jungkook blue icons#jimin blue icons#namjoon moodboard#namjoon icons#hobi icons#hobi packs#seokjin lq#seokjin moodboard#yoongi packs#yoongi icons#yoongi masterlist#jungkook masterlist#taehyung masterlist#namjoon masterlist#jimin masterlist#hoseok masterlist#seokjin masterlist#bts gifs#jungkook gifs#namjoon gifs
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Pairing: yoongi x reader (f).
Genre: enemies to lovers, assassin one shot, smut, 18+.
Summary: Yoongi hates you. But does he?
Word count : 3k
Warnings: Dom yoongi, sub reader, semi-public sex, lots of teasing, both are assassin, mature themes, explicit themes, NSFW, swearing/ cursing, hair pulling, choking, Manhandling, degrading, praise kink, use of nicknames.
Hey, there pretty boy. “ Yoongi sucked in a breath the moment he heard your sweet but irritating voice. He clenched his fist before turning around. You were there like always, a stupid smirk on your pretty face. Your eyes challenged him every time you two were together on a mission. Of course, he wanted to wipe that smug off your face.
” Didn’t knew Joon would count you in this time too. “ Yoongi mumbled through his clenched teeth and you shrugged nonchalantly. ” And here I thought you love my company, yoongles. .!! “ You threw a flying kiss at him. He wanted to shut your smart mouth, he was tired of it now. Maybe he could put good use to your pretty mouth?
” You just love getting on my nerves, don’t you? “ Yoongi snarled. You giggled and yoongi thought how can you be so shameless. ” No baby, you know the truth…I’m here because namjoonie needs me and so do you.“ You sang the last part at his face. He scoffed as if he really needed you. You are indeed good with weapons and you know the in’s and out of the black market very well but that doesn’t mean he needs you.
” Bold of you to assume the I need you, you’re nothing but a walking trouble. “ Yoongi scoffed walking past you and checking the earphones for any signal. He was trapped with you at this point. Namjoon didn’t tell him that you were going to be there with him.
The comments did nothing but made you laugh. You were used to his sharp tongue. Though he never said something by his heart and you never took his words on your heart. There was an unsaid mutual understanding between you two. He respected you even though you sometimes cross your limits but he never did. And that’s what you love about him.
” And now I’m trouble for you? You make me sad yoongi" Your voice pitched higher as you dramatically blamed him. Yoongi hissed at the sharp and high-pitched tone of your voice. He quickly shoved another earpiece in his ears to avoid going deaf.
“ For God’s sake just stop begging for my attention. Will you? ” Yoongi glared at you. You could swear you felt something stirring in the pit of your belly. He looked so hot when he’s angry!. And especially because of you…that’s why you always rile him up.
“ The world doesn’t revolve around you kitty.! Stop being delusional just accept that you like me and I swear I won’t tell anyone.!! ” You whispered teasingly, wiggling your eyebrows and you could see how hard he is trying to control himself.
Yoongi’s patience was running thin, he’s tired of your witty and stupid remarks. The hell you called him kitty? How dare you laugh at him? He hates you. Yes, he does and that’s enough to work him up. He just couldn’t control his beast anymore and In a blink of an eye, he pinned you against the rusty and cold walls of the old tunnel.
You barely got any time to move as he pinned you. It was unexpected. Yoongi was all bark no bite, he never raised his hands on you no matter how much you worked him up. A sharp gasped left your mouth as you felt the cold surface on your back and the fact the Min fucking Yoongi is so close to you made your legs jelly and mind blank.
Yoongi’s wrist on your neck was warm. Heck, his whole body was so warm. That’s the first time in 6 years you’re feeling him this close. From the beginning , you guessed he’s the least friendly among them and quite unreachable. His aura always told you to stay away because he doesn’t give two fucks about anyone except his brothers. So, instead of showing your true emotions towards him, you started throwing your snarky remarks at him. But he never did anything intimidating. Till now.
You were dropping hints of how badly you wanted him to wreck you all this time. All that teasing and challenges were about working him up and this cold-hearted idiot never got them until now. And now that you were finally getting what you desired the most, you just couldn’t hide your happiness.
Your lips curled up in a smile as you took in his strong yet calm Cologne. Yoongi’s eyes widened realizing that he probably crossed a limit here. As he was pulling himself back you grabbed his waist with your free hand making him halt and look into your mischievous eyes.
“ What do you think you’re doing. ” Yoongi narrowed his eyes and his breath was fanning over your lips, giving you a hint of mint chocolate he ate before. You raised your neck a little, “ Were you going to shut me up? If yes, then why are you backing off? Did you scare kitty? ” You whispered the words on his lips making his body stiff.
Yoongi knew what you were doing. He was done with your teasing. But your calm attitude didn’t sit right with him. He could immediately feel the blood rushing to his cock, his heartbeats were increasing, and his body went stiff feeling your touch. No way he’s going to burn alone. You should burn with him.. and he’ll make sure of it…
Yoongi tsked as he pressed his body closer to you. Now it was clear that there’s no space between you two. You felt your panties dampening as yoongi wrapped his long fingers around your neck. The metal rings on his fingers felt foreign on your skin. It was an unexpected move and so you couldn’t help yourself but a whimper left from your lips. Your eyes widened realizing what you just did and yoongi’s lips curled up in a teasing smirk. Of course, he knew his effect on you.
“ All I have to do is… Squeeze a little, right? ” Yoongi whispered in your ears. His voice sent chills down your spine. His hot breath fell on your cheeks making your face heat up. He looked into your eyes again, you stared into his dark eyes… Even in the dimly light, you were able to admire his soft yet dangerous features. Yoongi’s face looked prettier than ever. You studied his features with your eyes until you looked at his soft lips. You were well aware that yoongi is witnessing everything with his own eyes yet you couldn’t help yourself but grab his soft black curls and kissed him.
Yoongi was shocked. It was unexpected, it took him a moment to realize that you were kissing him. He was spellbound. He only imagined kissing you in his dreams but this time it was real. But quickly he gave in to feeling the feeling of your lips. It didn’t take him long until he’s kissing you passionately gripping your neck firmly. Your fingers curled in his messy black hair as you finally get to feel his delicious lips.
Yoongi’s kissing was bruising and overwhelming as he nipped at your lips with his teeth. He took his time exploring your mouth, sucking your tongue messily. He gave you a moment to breathe and again started kissing you like there was no end to it. You’ve only read in books about these types of kisses, but it was the first time you were experiencing this. You whinned when he pulled back, he smirked looking at your worn-out expressions. He wanted to wreck you so bad.
“ God!! Look at you. Just one kiss and you’re already whining? ” His cruel words were arousing you even more. You wanted more of this, more of him. His lips looked swelled and wet, you wanted to kiss him again. You gripped his black locks and again took his lips in your mouth but he pulled back and his grip over your neck was more firm.
“ I’m taking the control here princess, you just gotta listen to me and be a good girl for me. Yeah??? ” He asked as he gripped your neck tighter making your lips part. You only moaned in response but of course, he needed your consent so you mumbled a small yes.
In a moment he turned you around making you face the wall, he again pressed his body against yours. He grabbed your hair, “ Gotta fuck the brat out of you. Will you let me? ” He whispered in your ears while he spanked your ass. You let out a squeak as you felt the stinging sensation but you liked it and you moaned in return. “ What a fucking dumb princess huh? You were so talkative and now? Can’t even speak anything??… ” He licked a long strip on your cheeks as you shuddered in his grasp.
He made you dumb in seconds. Messing with Min Yoongi was surely no joke. Whether be in the field or in bed, yoongi always liked the control. “ Yes please..!!! " You moaned. He again slapped your other butt cheek and " Ohmygod. ” Left from your mouth, making him chuckle.
“ See all you need is a little discipline and you are all good. ” Yoongi taunted you while nipping at your earlobe. You tried to free your hands from his bruising grip but he only held your hand tighter making you whimper. “ Be a good girl for me… Will you? ” Yoongi warned you one more time and this time you nodded your head.
Yoongi managed to push down your pants and fumbled your ass cheeks a little before spanking them. God. He loved the feeling of your ass. He already thought of different ways to tame you. Yoongi fumbled with his pants and took out his hard cock. He spread your legs and felt the wetness around your core. There was a lot he must say. He was dying to taste you but he’ll save that for the next time.
You waited in anticipation as stroked his cock and rubbed through your wetness before tapping it on your swollen clit. “ Please… ” Your voice was more like music to his ears, and he wanted more of that. He pressed his bulbous head and pushed his length inside of you. You threw your head back… He was huge… You could only feel his head inside and it’s already stretching your walls.
He pulled back and pushed again a few more times until you relaxed in his grip. Just when you guessed he was completely in he gave a thrust again making you gasp loudly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you realized he was much bigger than you imagined. “Oh, my god yoongiii.!!! ” You screamed as you felt his pelvis pressed against your ass.
“ What? Never had a dick before? Don’t worry I’ll show you the real deal baby. ” His words aroused you even more, and a wave of shame and arousal washed over you. He dug his fingers hard in your soft waist as he picked up his speed. He started thrusting harder turning you into a puddle of arousal. His thrusts were fast and animalistic, it felt as if he wanted to break you in two. You cried when you felt him even deeper than before. He was a beast and you’ll make sure to feed him.
“ What happened princess? too much? can’t take it? want me to stop?” Yoongi cockily inquired when you cried out his name. you shook your head in a no and he spanked your ass harder this time. “ words baby words.” he snarled and whimpered a “ no, please don’t stop. " Yoongi smiled witnessing your state.
it was indeed too much, you snaked your hand over your clit and started rubbing it slow when yoongi caught your hands before you could bring yourself some relief. ” yoongi please…“ you pleaded ” please what y/n ? can’t hear you.“ he teased. In any other circumstances, you would’ve hit him for all this teasing but right now he was in control, you were at his mercy tonight.
And to be honest, you were loving the way he was handling you, you dreamt of this moment for so long… Always imagined how would he treat you while taming you but it’s different than your dreams. You’re feeling the difference and you’re liking it for sure. You wanted more. he was dragging you towards the pool of pleasure.
” Touch me.. Please… “ You finally breathed out. Yoongi kissed your hair, ” I’m touching you baby. “ Yoongi ghosted his fingers on your lower tummy. You groaned Irritatingly as he played dumb. ” Touch me there. Please. “ You were so shameless all this time but now? You can barely form any sentence let telling yoongi to do something be alone.
” And exactly where do you want me to touch y/n? You better not waste my time darling. “ A shiver ran down your spine hearing his dark chuckle. It was clear he was taking his time tormenting you. ” Yoon- “ You tried saying something but it came out as a moan when yoongi slowly pushed his cock deeper into you making you feel every inch of his.
” Oh, baby I would love to see this expression of yours every day “ Yoongi chuckled slipping in and out slowly breaking you into two. He knew the pressure is too much but you have to obey him to get what you want. That’s how it works anyways.
" Touch my pussy please, please..please... ” God the way you begged made yoongi growl. He could instantly feel himself Cumming inside of your little hole. He placed his fingers on your clit and started rubbing it fastly. The cool metal rings were making contact with your clit sending a jolt in your body. You instantly cried at the intensity of his fucking.
Fuck baby, Yoongi moaned as he continued fucking you slowly as he rubbed your clit. “ OhhYoongi! Fuck! Oh so good.!! You moaned unable to form any word correctly. "Want anything else baby? You wanted my fingers and I’m giving them to you. What else do you want mhmm?” Yoongi’s pace was still slow but his fingers and his rings were making you feel dizzy.
“ Yoongi… Just... ” Again you couldn’t form your sentence correctly as your legs were shaking. “ What?? What do you want baby tell me and I’ll give it to you. ” Yoongi cooed at you, he swore he could feel you clenching tight around his dick. “ Just. Just fuck me harder daddy,please. ” You squeaked out loud. If it weren’t yoongi’s body pressing yours against the wall you swear you could’ve fallen right now.
“ That’s my girl. ” Yoongi kissed the corner of your lips as he started thrusting harder and faster. You held on to the nearest pillar for your dear life as yoongi resumed pounding you. The pleasure and pain were immense yoongi heard you blabbering something incoherent. He didn’t care, to be honest, he loved the way he made you dumb. “ Yeah take it. You begged for it so now take it like a good little girl. ” He was continuously speaking filth as he pounded you hard.
“ Look at you baby so fucked up just for me right? I’m gonna keep you… Gonna fuck you every day like this. Gonna make you mine… Goddd you’re so tight fuck…!!!! " This time yoongi moaned as he felt you clenching around his dick. Yoongi was so deep in pleasure he wanted to bask in your pleasure every fucking day.
” YesYesYesYes… Please don’t stop… I’m yours please just don’t… “ His dirty talking and his thrust were bringing you close to your orgasm. You felt yourself clenching so hard around his dick that you pressed your face on the walls as he fucked you.
” Mmh yes baby don’t you dare waste a single drop, cum around me I can feel you’re close. Cum princess. “ Yoongi cooed at you while rubbing your clit fastly. He felt you Cumming around his dick and damn!!!!!! You were sure this was the best orgasm of yours till now. Yoongi didn’t stop he only moaned in response.
Soon you felt him Cumming deep inside you. Yoongi panted as he rode through his high. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips as regained his breath. You fell down as your legs were numb yoongi too sat down next to you and dragged you on his lap. ” You are going to keep it safe here. “ Yoongi again pushed his fingers In your pussy to make sure his cum stays inside you. You grabbed his face and kissed him one more time.
” See I told you they acted all along. “ You both jerked up as you guys heard jungkook’s voice from the earpiece. Both of your faces heated up realizing that the microphone was still on. ” The fuck yoongi. “ You whispered screamed at him. Yoongi looked genuinely embarrassed because now everyone knew you two fucked.
” I’m sorry. “ Yoongi said to you. ” Don’t be sorry Hyung I won the bet because of you. “ Jungkook laughed and taehyung groaned at the back.
” It wasn’t for you idiot.“ yoongi barked through.
What did you two fuckers even bet? ” You asked. “ Well gguk said you two like each other and would probably fuck since you two are alone there but our taehyungie said otherwise. ” Hoseok chimed in between making you groan silently.
“ I’m going to kill you both. ” Yoongi threatened as he double-tapped on the earpiece and shut off his microphone. A moment or two passed as you both sat there silently. “Did you mean it though? ” You asked looking into his eyes. He looked confused but answered honestly.
“ No, I won’t kill them I’ll just rip their- ” “ No yoongi not that. ” You spoke in between cutting him off. Now he was even more confused. “ You said you’ll keep me and make me yours something like that. ” You avoided his gaze as you reformed your question.
Yoongi chuckled realizing what you meant. He kissed your forehead and then pressed his own on yours. “ Hmm you’re mine now and I won’t let you go baby.!!”
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(s) : smut (f) : fluff (a) : angst (sg) : suggestive
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the road not taken | myg series masterlist
Summary: To have the job you’ve always wanted and the life you’ve always dreamt of you had to break a few hearts, including your own. Four years later after running away from your home, your family and friends, you realized that maybe you fucked up; you’ve been a bad daughter, a bad sister and a bad friend. Getting your shit together seemed difficult enough, you didn’t expect that it included facing the first man who ever broke your heart: your brother’s best friend.
—pairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress!reader
—rating: +18
—genre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)
—warnings/tags: [see warnings in each part] slow burn, angst, fluff, eventual smut, sexual tension, lots of flashbacks, english is not my first language btw.
updated 6 december 2023.
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HUSH | MYG - SERIES MASTERLIST
pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)
Welcome to Hush. We're the dating app that brings it all back; Y2K style.
Forget catfishes, filters, and facetune - It's all about 'ASL?', character limits, and screaming into your pillow at 4am, after finaaaaally sending that goodnight text to your crush. Hush is the place to share your secrets.
You're anonymous until you choose not to be - so what are you waiting for?! Go forth and multiply, Hush hottie!
And by multiply, we mean your Hush crushes, of course! Hush users that match your preferences will automatically be added to your very own Secret Circle. We do the hard work for you (you're welcome), but it's up to you to turn your Hush crush into a secret worth keeping.
Our lips are sealed, so yours don't have to be.
genre / tropes: okay, where to start with this one lmao, sexting! and i mean... a lot of sexting (so much sexting oc will probably get early-onset arthritis in her thumbs), yoongi is a dick, he also hates nepotism, and in turn, you. oh yeah, you're jin's sister, you work with the band on tour. jin, yoongi, tae, jk and joon are in The Scouts aka the hottest band since sliced bread. jimin is their tour manager, hobi works up in the head office (he's sleazy and i love him). slight love triangle, one-near-footjob (and counting!), eventual smut, a little angst, dating app that is exclusively for celebrities / people in the public eye, one incredibly inconvenient pairing, yoongi calls the oc clementine / clemmie and it's cuter than it sounds, idk how else to explain this, mistaken identity i guess? although not really? look, just read it lol. smut warnings will be on chapters individually!!
wordcount: x (will be somewhere between 80-120k)
soundtrack: x
start date: 2023.08.31 (originally posted early 2022)
minors dni // originally posted to wattpad
NOTE FROM HOLLY // hush is uploaded to wattpad in shorter chapters that i then combine for updates on tumblr (as are most of my fics!!)
CONTEXT // pls read these before the story
THE SCOUTS - meet the band
HUSH - meet the app
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
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Oh baby
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Idol husband yoongi x pregnant wife reader!
Summary: attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview
Genre: fluff, fluff and fluff!
Warnings: a little cursing because you need to pee and people are clicking photos, you're 7 and a half month pregnant and yoongi's buff and so in love with you. Husband yoongi is a big warning itself.
A/n: hello hello I'm not dead
Author's pov:
"And the song of the year award goes to..." you looked at the host with big eyes all the while holding your husband yoongi's hand tightly and his other hand which was holding you, squeezed your shoulder gently out of nervousness "Min yoongi! Or we can say producer suga!" You squealed and got up immediately, well atleast tried to do so but it was a little hard with your belly in the way but yoongi held you up and pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss causing you to blush and giggle against his lips as the camera zoomed in on both of you.
Pulling back he leaned his head against yours, smiling widely that matched your bright smile and you whispered "I'm so proud of you" he nodded closing his eyes and kissed your forehead before pulling back and you smiled as the other members also pulled him in a group hug before he walked up to the stag while buttoning his suit jacket. You sat back on your seat with a little help from jimin and smiled staring at your husband who was emitting a powerful and confident aura while standing on the stage.
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Yoongi smiled pulling you close to him with his strong arm wrapped around your waist and caressing your belly softly and his other hand holding the award. You smiled leaning against his shoulder feeling a little dizzy with so many cameras flashing but with his arm wrapped around you tightly, it was a little better. Placing a soft hand on your belly you smiled when a female photographer complemented you and bowed a little while yoongi smirked kissing the side of your head.
As yoongi was answering the questions by the interviewers, your smiled flattered a little feeling the sudden strong urge to pee. You've been holding it quite well the whole night because you don't like going to public bathrooms but now it seemed like the baby was having none of it and started squeezing the life out of your bladder. You didn't even drink that much just so you wouldn't have to pee but the baby loves teasing you and decided that it was the right time to sit on your bladder.
As much as you tried to control it, a squeak almost left your lips when a sudden cramp hit you and the urge grew stronger so tugging his suit jacket you forced a smile with all the cameras clicking when he turned his head to face you with a soft smile which immediately disappeared when he noticed the look on your face "what's wrong? Is everything okay?" He mumbled looking at you worriedly and you shaked your head squeezing his hand which was on your belly "i need to pee" you whispered and his eyes widened slightly before he cursed under his breath "fuck is it urgent?" He mumbled rubbing your side gently and you nodded hastily "very. Please" you whispered with pleading eyes and yoongi kissed your forehead nodding.
He looked at the bodyguard besides him and whispered something to which the bodyguard nodded and said something in his ear piece and a second later you saw all the bodyguards around you form a circle to guide you both out of the ocean of reporters who immediately started rushing and following you both . Yoongi covered you with his body and held you tightly all the while until you both reached your car and he helped you sit inside before sitting too. "Yoongi fast" you whined squeezing your legs tightly and he nodded looking at you apologetically "let's go. Drive fast but carefully" he told the driver who nodded and started the car.
During the whole ride you were squeezing the life out of yoongi's hand who groaned slightly but still let you do anything you want and you almost kicked the door open when the driver pulled up at your house and got off before waddling towards the front door as fast as you can with yoongi running behind you. Punching in the pin when the finger print was taking too long, you almost stumbled while trying to run on the smooth tiles with your heels on. Crouching down, he took your platform heels off quickly when you tried to run to the bathroom with them and you placed your hand on his head to support yourself whining "yoongi hurry up! i can't hold it anymore" "okay okay there you go. Don't run!" He said when you took off holding your belly and slammed the bathroom door shut.
He chuckled shaking his head and ruffled his already ruffled hair and stood up hearing you babbling incoherent words of relief and took out one of his t shirt for you to wear. A few moments later You came out of the bathroom with a satisfied smile while rubbing your belly to see him shirtless and waddled towards him to burry your face in his hard chest causing him to chuckle fondly and hold you tightly. "Are you feeling good?" He mumbled pressing kisses on your head and you nodded sighing in relief as he unzipped your tight dress "so good" you whispered kissing his neck. Humming he took your dress off completely and unclipped your bra causing you to shiver slightly while he helped you wear his shirt.
You hugged him again causing him to laugh and you kissed him saying "you did so great. We are so proud of you" he hummed holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss "really?" "Yes" "thank you baby" you giggled and bite his bottom lip gently while he made you sit on the bed. He groaned saying "don't get me started babygirl. I won't be able to control myself later" you pouted but still nodded while he smirked went to get your makeup wipes. Coming back he crouched down and cleaned your face gently while you smiled when the baby kicked. Throwing the dirty wipes he came back and helped you lay down gently before laying down besides you and pulled you close to him.
You sighed happily and buried your face in his neck mumbling "tell your kids not to squeeze my bladder when they are so many people around us" his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle and he nodded rubbing your stomach gently "I'll tell them tomorrow when they wake up. Now go to sleep babygirl" your eyes were closed and soft snores were coming out when he looked at you causing him to smile to himself. He kissed your belly before kissing your head and closed his eyes holding his world close to him.
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The next day's headline was a photo of you and yoongi whispering to each other with a Caption of "the sweetest couple of all the time" with everyone thinking that you both were smiling and whispering your love but only you and yoongi knows what you were actually talking out.
"I love you baby" "we love you too yoon"
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» Legend › Smut [🔞] | Fluff [☀] | Angst [ ☁ ] | Completed [✓] | Writing [✍]
» Note › All Stories are Female Reader Insert Unless Stated Otherwise.
» Updated › 08.08.2023
» More Work › AO3
» M. List(s) › Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Seokjin | Hoseok | Yoongi | Jungkook
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✘ | Ruin Me for You
Status: ON-GOING | AU: Hybrid | Updated: 06.02.21 | R: 🔞☀ ☁
╰› Synopsis; Yoongi, for the life of him, can’t figure out why you keep letting that mutt touch you. It’s okay, he’ll just have to make sure you know who you belong to.
Timestamp(s): 09:29pm
✘| Jokes On You
Status: ON-GOING | AU: Infidelity | Updated: 12.22.21 | R: 🔞☀ ☁
╰› Synopsis; It was supposed to be a date to make for the hurt he caused you and to try to get an understanding of where you are within your marriage but... He never showed, leaving you sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant and embarrassed about being stood-up by your own husband. It’s okay though at least you have three other men that want to spent time with you.
Chapter(s): Prologue | One | Epilogue
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