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Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au
Word count: 11.6k
Warnings: An abandoned cat; the cat gets ill at one point.
Authors Note: Pure fluff. Just Yoongi and a tiny kitten, whatâs not to love? This is not a masterpiece by any means, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, hope youâre having the best day!!
You are not drunk, but there is definitely a sway to your walk and you are pretty sure that if you did a breathalyser test right now, youâd fail. So, maybe youâre wrong, you probably are drunk. Yet, you continue down the street lit road towards your home. It wasnât far away, only a few more roads and youâd be able to tuck yourself up in the comfort of your bed. You cannot wait.
It wasnât that you didnât enjoy nights out with your work friends, in fact you loved going to them. It was more the fact that you couldnât hack the late nights anymore. Gone are the days when you could stay up till God knows what time, drinking who knows how many drinks and then wake up still feeling fresh the next day. No, now you merely had to have a glass or two of wine and stay up an hour or two after you would normally be asleep, and the next day might as well be written off. You are getting old.
The thought almost makes you laugh out loud as you continue to walk down the street. God, maybe you are more drunk than you thought.
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The Moment I Knew
-Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hobi x reader
-Premise: It's your birthday, but what happens when the most important person doesn't even show up?
-Genre: angst, fluff if you squint
-Word Count: 1.3k
-Warnings/tags: SFW, angsty goodness with a ray of hope at the end
-Author's Note: Based off the song 'The Moment I Knew' by Taylor Swift. When she announced the rerecording of Red, I had to.
You lean closer to the mirror, checking your red lipstick. Just as you decide you are satisfied with the way you look, you hear the doorbell ring. You smile to yourself, adjust your sparkly dress, and quickly cross your apartment to open the door.
âHappy Birthday!!â Hobi grins ecstatically as you open the door. âYou look beautiful,â he murmurs as he leans in to kiss your cheek, careful to not mess up your hair or makeup.
âThanks Hobi,â you answer with a grin wide enough to match his.
âMove, cake coming through!â Jin yells from down the hallway. You can see your other friends traipsing behind him in their party garb.
You laugh as you step aside to let them in behind Hobi. As the last person walks through, you peer around looking for the person youâre hoping most to see, only to be met with an empty hallway. Youâre a little disappointed, but maybe he got caught up at work and would be there later.
Not only did your friends bring cake, they also brought booze and video games. Itâs not long before youâre caught up on the couch playing Jimin and Taehyung in an intense game of Mario Kart.
âYah, youâre cheating!!â Jimin yells a little too loudly at you, the buzz of the alcohol taking its effect.
âYouâre just a sore loser,â you respond with a laugh, while Taehyung sticks his tongue out at him from beside you.
âWanna play another round?â Taehyung asks, but you shake your head and hand him your controller as you get up.
Wasnât he here yet? You wobble a little in your heels as you head to the kitchen for another drink, scanning the room in case heâd walked in without you noticing. Heâs nowhere to be found. You pull out your phone to check for any missed calls or texts...nothing. Your eyes start to prick with tears, but you quickly blink them away.
â...are you okay?â You turn to see your friend Namjoon looking worriedly over at you.
âHmm?â You respond, confused.
âI asked you how youâve been lately?â He gently lays a hand on your arm.
âOh, um...fine. Iâm fine. You?â Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing you. He chooses not to push the issue.
âIâve been okay. Iâm glad I could make it to celebrate you tonight. Happy birthday, Y/N.â
You smile halfheartedly at your friend, but even as you do so, you can feel your chest constricting. He was supposed to be here. He said heâd be here...so why is he not?
You excuse yourself and head down the hallway to the bathroom. Hobi notices as you leave, your strides too quick and too purposeful to just be a trip to the bathroom.
You lock yourself in the bathroom and brace yourself against the sink. As you look up, you can tell you look off to everyone else at the party. Your eyes are slightly red from holding back tears, and you just look...disappointed. You let out a slow breath.
Okay...get yourself together. This is your party, your friends came to see you. Youâve got this. Just because he didnât show up, doesnât meanâŠ
Thereâs suddenly a knock at the door.
â...can you let me in? I know youâre not okay.â You can hear Hobiâs soft voice through the door. Shit. Why is he always so good at figuring out when youâre not okay? You reach over and unlock the door, and he takes that as his cue to come in.
âWhatâs wrong?â Hobi asks, leaning against the countertop looking at you. You slide your gaze over to him.
âHe said heâd be here,â you whisper helplessly, barely able to hold eye contact.
â...oh.â Hobi breathes out. He moves forward, gently wrapping you in his arms as he gives you a hug, trying to make you feel how sorry he is through the gesture.
You pull away with a halfhearted smile. âI should get back out there, right? Iâm sure everyone is wondering where Iâve gone.â
Hobi smiles back at you, but it doesnât reach his eyes.
âYeah, I guess youâre right.â He opens the door for the two of you to head back into the hallway. You can hear laughter echoing from the living room. As you enter, Jin stands up excitedly.
âThe birthday girl is back-cake time! I made it myself!â He goes to the kitchen to get the cake off the counter.
âHey, whereâs Yoongi hyung? Heâs missed all the fun!â Jungkook innocently leans over to ask you. You plaster a tightlipped smile on your face as you answer.
âHe said heâd be here, but he must have gotten caught up at work.â Jungkook shrugs at your statement and goes back to his conversation with Namjoon.
âHappy birthday to you, happy birthday to youâŠâ You hear Jinâs tenor before you see him reenter the living room, candlelight bouncing off his face as he brings the cake in and sets it before you on the coffee table.
As the rest of your friends join in, you canât help the tears that escape over your waterline and make their way down your face. The boys immediately express concern, but you brush it off as happy tears...happy that theyâre here, happy theyâre all celebrating with you.
They all seem satisfied with your answer. All except Hobi. He doesnât say anything but instead, after everyone is done eating their cake, takes it upon himself to wrap up the party for you, assuring them that you have an early morning the next day and need your rest. You smile gratefully at him as he shoos the last straggler, Jimin, out through the front door.
âGo get ready for bed, Iâll clean up in here.â He motions at the empty beer bottles and cake plates that litter your living room and kitchen.
âThanks, Hobi. I owe you one.â
He shoos you toward your bedroom in response. You take your heels off and pad towards your room. You take a quick shower and change into pjs, wanting to thank Hobi again before you part ways and go to sleep.
As you head down the hallway, you peek into the kitchen and the living room. Nothing. Everything is spotless, so he must have just left when he was done cleaning. Youâll thank him properly the next time you see him.
You lock the front door and head back to your bedroom, climbing into bed and turning off the light. Try as you might, you canât get to sleep. You keep staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in your mind. Yoongi not showing. Hobi comforting you in the bathroom. Jungkook asking where Yoongi even was. Crying over birthday cake. You sigh and pick up your phone to see what time it is.
1:26 AM.
As you stare at your phone, it lights up with an incoming call.
Yoongi.
â...hello?â You say cautiously, wondering why heâs bothering to call.
âHey. Iâm sorry I didnât make it.â His voice sounds almost nonchalant, the words coming out as if heâs asking how the weather is.
Your heart sinks through your body, landing in your stomach as you realize what youâve known all night. This isnât right. It isnât going to work. You know what you have to do.
âIâm sorry, too.â
And before he has a chance to respond, you end the call. You make sure your phone is on silent before turning it over on your nightstand and flipping to your other side to try and fall asleep.
It takes about an hour, but after tossing, turning, and a few tears, youâre able to finally drift off.
When you wake up in the morning, amongst numerous missed calls and texts from Yoongi, thereâs a singular text that makes you smile.
Hobi
3:43AM: Happy birthday again-Iâm sorry he didnât show. Iâm right here whenever you need meâŠI just need you to know that.
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Stress reliever - Yoongi
Yeah! Itâs Yoongi time!Â
What would he do to relieve some stress with you? Let go of his temper? Iâll cut this short and go straight to trigger warnings.
TRIGGER WARNING: unprotected sex within an established relationship (please yâall, I love you, be careful), mentions of quickie(s), grinding and making out, BDSM relationship, enough pent up pressure to power a small city, breaking of rules and disobedience, masturbation, sending nudes/sexy vocal texts/sexting, mild bondage, punishment, heavy marking (bites and hickies), tits worship, choking kink, mild spit play, mentions of blindfolds and cocksleeve, mild degradation kink, outright hammering, yoongi feat. oral fixation except his mouth goes everywhere except near your pussy (itâs a punishment, bish, no way heâll pleasure you with that technology of his). Mild angst because yeah, masterâs not happy you went against the rules.Â
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Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)
Wordcount: 5k
Genre: smut, pwp, slightest angst, plenty of fluff, established relationship, idol!AU
Rating: 18+, minors scroll away.
Synopsis: Set after the events in Illicit Affairs | MYG, Kitten finds the courage to take that step that always makes her a bit uneasy. She finds out her brave decision was way more than worth it.
Warnings: angst in forms of them needing to part because of Yoongi's schedule, and Kitten's toxic ex, and Yoongi's shoulder (he's still injureed in this one). Swearing, very descriptive unprotected oral sex (female and male receiving) face riding, blindfold, sub!yoongi, breast worship (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), squirting, ofc cumeating, spitting kink (? i guess it's called snowballing technically).
Author's note: This was requested by @dani2008aguilar (tags arent working dumblr, fix that) so thank you Dani and another special mention goes to the wifey @joheunsaram who betaed this lovingly (and hornily LOL)
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There were many things you had chosen not to say.
First, that you were scared of Yoongi leaving so early in your attempt at a relationship.
Second, that a part of you still feared him finding someone better â more understanding, unproblematic, empathetic.
Third, that you wanted to hide in his bed and stay there, possibly forever, possibly with him.
For now, you were just lounging there, hair wet, body naked and wrapped in a towel.
He was currently in the bathroom, flossing and shaving. He was so neat. Such a maniacal perfectionist.
You snickered at the thought and stood, getting rid of your towel and putting on one of his t-shirts. The glass wall dividing the shower from the bedroom was largely appreciated by Yoongi at that moment. The design that had convinced him and Namjoon both to buy an apartment in that building was definitely worth the money.
Yoongi stared at your frame in one of his signature FG shirts, your breasts and curves making the hem hit a couple inches higher than his usual fit.
Once he entered the room, he laid down on his side of the bed, waiting for you to join. He looked adorable in his light, loose pajamas, so soft and blatantly expensive. It was one of the few items he was willing to spend good money on â with the exception of music equipment.
You found your place on the bed and snuggled up against him.
âIsn't it getting a bit too hot to sleep all cuddled up?â
You blinked at that and scooted away. It was confusing since he was the one who would always stick to you by morning come; still, you let it slide. It would be your last night together before his so-called âcramming-weekâ and he wanted space. So you gave it to him, no matter how disappointing it felt.
However, it was as if he could sense he had said something wrong. âKitten?â
âYes.â
He came closer, spooning you. âI love you. You know that, right?â
âMh mh,â you confirmed drily.
His hand suddenly appearing around your waist almost disturbed you. âKitten?â
You moved away to shut the light. Yoongi was confused.
âLove?â
âLet's sleep. It will be a long week.â You fluffed up your pillow and found your sleeping position.
On the opposite side of the bed, he switched on his light. âI won't be able to sleep until you tell me what happened.â
You shook your head. âNothing.â
âWhy are you upset at me? Because of the cuddles? I was being sarcastic and we both know I wanted them!â he complained petulantly.
âThen don't make me feel like shit about them!â you snapped back almost loudly.
Yoongi froze a little at your remark. âI'm sorry about what I said, ____. I was teasing you but it's okay if you're not in the mood. I'd like some cuddles, please.â
You exhaled and opened your arms at him. He immediately threw himself at you, closing his eyes once he felt you starting to pet him affectionately. âI overreacted. The distance thing worries me.â
He nodded and kissed your chest. âI'm sorry I didn't get you. I should have asked.â
âThere's also⊠something else, I guessâŠâ you started vaguely.
âWhat is it?â He immediately sat up straight, cupping your cheek. âAre you okay? Is this okay? Are youââ
âEverything is fine,â you reassured him quickly. âIt's just that there's something I've wanted to ask you the whole day and I kept telling myself I needed to find the right timing and I kept postponing and I feel like I have no time left now.â
âKitten,â he cooed sympathetically, fondly.
âI want uh⊠Iâ Would you like, uhm⊠to go down on me?â you almost whispered, your words rushing out of your mouth.
He blinked a couple times. âYou want it now?â He watched you blush and look away before gripping your chin and making you look at him. âLook at me and tell me if you want it now or not.â As you tried to avert your gaze, he moved like a snake to maintain eye contact.
âYes, now,â you confirmed shyly.
He placed his lips on yours delicately, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones. âI'm sorry I reacted that way. Did you feel like I was doing what your ex did?â
You nodded and wrapped your arms around him, secretly so grateful for his understanding. âI know you're not him, but sometimes I prefer not asking than being denied. And I don't want you to feel forced into saying yes.â
âTrust me, you don't need to convince me,â he started kissing down your jawline, reaching your ear and purring against it as he murmured, âI was born for this.â
You chuckled as your toes curled, his voice working its magic on you, as always. âI bet you are.â
âI can't wait to prove it to you.â He slotted his leg between yours, letting you grind against it as he dedicated some more attention to your neck and chest.
âDo you want me to take the shirt off?â you asked, lost in the feel of him so absorbed by your body.
âAs long as you're comfy,â he replied tenderly, his fingers slipping the neckline to the side so he could nibble and suck at your collarbone. âWe're just getting started.â
You snickered and threw your head back, giving him more of your naked skin. âWhat would you say if I asked for a blindfold?â
Yoongi slowed down and parted from you, his expression sultry as he looked into your eyes. âWon't that trigger you?â
You shook your head. âI want to focus on the feeling and⊠I mean, in the past, not looking helped my mind from wandering.â
With a kiss on your cheek, he rose and stretched to his drawer. âWhat's our safeword, Kitten?â
âYellow to slow down, Red to stop. Green to go,â you replied diligently, watching him rummage into his drawer until a gummy smile accompanied him fishing out a black silk blindfold. âI use it for travelling.â
You snorted in a very unimpressed way. âYeah, sure.â
His petty expression made you laugh as he arched an eyebrow and sat on his heels. âWe both know you don't want me to edge you, right?â
His tone made your laugh freeze on your lips, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it off, trying to appease him with the sight of your naked chest. âSorry,â you mumbled meekly.
He nodded to himself and climbed on top of you. âIt's okay. We're good, baby. I just need you to remember you are the one who requested the blindfold, so you're in control of it, okay? You can wear it, take it off, burn it, I don't care. It's your own toy and you're in power. Okay?â
You nodded and settled down, propping yourself up.
âI know you've done this before and just avoided it with your ex, but if anything triggers you, you give me your safeword. You're in charge, yes? I am serving you,â Yoongi stated clearly. âYou have all the power. To stop me, to order me around, to use me and move on me however you like.â His gaze was steady as he held your eyes with his. âI'm bottoming for you, are you alright with that?â
You didn't know it was actually contemplated in the picture. And the idea of Yoongi being so adamant in his will to submit was not only enlightening but also arousing. âI don't want to hurt you though.â
âI can set my boundaries. I'll use the safewords too if I need them.â
âOkay then,â you confirmed, trying to relax.
He laid on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he touched his lips to yours. âHow are you feeling?â he asked, closing his eyes and feeling your skin with his face. The smoothness of your neck under his lips, the warmth of your chest against his cheek, the light sheen of perspiration between your breasts meeting the tip of his nose, his mouth, and the taste of your sweat on his tongue, salty, an anticipation of the flavour of your wetness.
And then the softness of your breast under his teeth, grazing your flesh before sinking in. And then the rough texture of your nipple.
âI'm doing perfect,â you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair. âYou're so lovely, baby.â
Yoongi smiled and nuzzled up against your chest. âI know,â he teased before turning serious. âYou make me like that,â he praised you before sucking your flesh into his mouth.
âYou love sucking my boobs, don't you?â
He stayed attached to you and nodded. The motion made your insides clench. He released your skin with a pop, nuzzling it with his nose to dry it â but also to check that it bruised enough to stick around for a week, while heâs gone. And your blood vessels bloomed so close to the surface that not abusing them was a shame. He would have marked your whole body if he could have.
You enjoyed watching him for a minute before grabbing the blindfold and putting it on. You knew that not looking was in large part an excuse to experiment with him. You wanted the trust. And you wanted to feel him, only him. You would have plenty of time to watch him do that in the future. Right then you wanted to dive into sensations â focus on how different it feels rather than looks.
Something wet, soft, hot circled your belly button. His tongue. And then his teeth nibbled at it. You knew you had to be gooey between your legs. You felt the creamy wetness already.
Yoongiâs hands landed on the inside of your knees, spreading you wide.
Yoongi was never one to believe in the motto âthe world is your oysterâ. He preferred willing surrender rather than reckless exploitation.
But now, with your legs spread wide in front of him and that wet, salty scent filling his nostrils, with the way your breasts moved so blatantly in front of him rising and falling with deep breaths, your folds glistening as he parted them with his fingers, he found the small pearl between your legs. He had been offered an oyster, and he was ready to enjoy every single millimetre of it until you were begging for reprieve to gods unknown.
He grabbed two pillows from his side of the bed and slid an arm behind your lower back. âLift your hips, please, love.â
You did as he asked, lowering yourself only to find out your hips were significantly raised now.
âThis way my neck wonât cramp. It will feel good, I promise.â Yoongiâs words hit two inches shy of your mound, his hot breath fanning over your damp skin.
âJust lick me already,â you breathed out, only slightly exasperated.
He chuckled, tempting you. He brushed his lips against your labia. âWhat did you say, Kitten?â
You felt your cheeks heat up and your voice cracked a little as you complained â with way less outrage now â âJust lick me already.â
He laughed. And then he delivered.
His first lick was glorious, slow, torturing. He pushed his tongue into your entrance, then he slipped it out. And then he licked up.
It was heaven. And the moment he found your clit, you knew you had the longest night of your life right in front of you.
You mewled.
âJust like that, kitty cat,â he taunted you before his tongue turned serpentine, heading back down and drawing a series of tantalising curves with the very tip of it before delivering three short and dainty licks to your very clit â not the hood, not the sides â, each in a different direction.
He closed his mouth, rubbed his lips side to side against your core, covering his lower face in your juices.
âAny requests? Suggestions?â he murmured, stopping for half a second.
âEverything you did but more and harder,â you panted, gasping in disrespect as he grabbed your legs and spread you wider, turning ravenous over you, sucking your nectar out of you and spitting it over your folds. He was literally in heaven. He was feasting, his mind was hazy and his heart was beating old songs of desire and mirth. He watched your skin glisten, he heard it squelch and he tasted it as his spit and your wetness mixed up. It was so beautiful he closed his eyes and dove into it all. He didnât care. He was just a man, and you were his object of worship.
He knew he would need hours to feel like he had done everything he could and finally give in to exhaustion. But he wasnât anywhere close to even a mild tiresomeness, so he got into his rightful position and dug in.
You didnât know what was happening. He had one thousand tongues. One thousand hands.
He touched everything, tickled every spot, licked every inch, turned you inside out. You werenât sure you were still you by the time your first high came around.
You needed to clench around something but he refused to give you that, no matter how hard you begged, how much you promised, how desperately you bargained. He gave you ten percent of what a true orgasm would have been by denying you fullness.
You ended up sobbing, pushing, pulling, thrusting into him, wriggling like a feral beast underneath him, trying to escape him while he pinned you down with all the strength he had.
You could only feel tongues. Thousands of them.
And then, while oversensitivity possessed you, he had the brilliantly cruel idea of catching your clitoris in his mouth â and sucking. Hard.
Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing it, tugging at it â away â then pressing him back down when you found out that tightened his hold and made it all even more unbearable.
Yoongi had the vague impression you had to be screaming. He didnât care. He heard a beeping sound in his ears â it usually meant the head was good. He didnât have the heart to ask you; first, because he didnât fish for compliments; second, because his mouth was too busy to talk and he was very happy with whatever it was doing at that moment.
He only stopped when you begged for a breath, which he conceded only because he was feeling a bit too breathless himself.
You tugged the blindfold off looking at him just in time to catch him wiping his face with his forearm.
âYouâre fucking insane!â you exclaimed, slapping at his hand as he tried to bring it between your legs. âGimme ten minutes or something!â you joked â while also being pretty serious.
He chuckled. âFeedback?â
You shook your head and threw it back on the pillow. âIâll ask for this a lot. But youâd better slide those pretty fingers in next time or I swear Iâll never let you eat me out ever again.â
He kissed your belly. âIâll slide my fingers in the day youâll look me in the eye while you fuck my face.â
Your face boiled at the thought. It wasnât âoral sexâ, or âeating outâ or âgoing downâ. Itâs âfucking his faceâ, with all the rowdiness and dirtiness it entailed. It was feral and forbidden and so extremely naughty, with a pinch of vulgar and unspeakable.
You loved it.
âThe blindfold stays off,â you announced, cosying up into your spot, fluffing the pillow behind your head. âIâm ready.â
He grinned. âYou want to watch me, kitty cat?â That was his nickname. The one you used to tease him with. It wasnât the usual âKittenâ he used with you â he was taunting you.
âI want your prodigious fingers inside me, kitty cat.â
He showed you his gummy smile. âYouâre a fast learner. Grab my head, I wonât be happy till Iâm gasping for air.â
âYou know a job well done,â you teased, cupping his crown and pushing him down, till his chin and lips and nose slid down your mound, rubbing against it in a way that made you shiver. âJust do it again but fuck me with your fingers this time.â
He lapped at your entrance three, four times, letting his drool slide all the way to his fingers â two awaiting just below your entrance. He realised he was rubbing himself against the sheets below him. He wanted a pillow.
He didnât know how but you noticed and passed him one. Call it the perk of sleeping with too many pillows.
His situation fixed, he turned back to work. He was more than grateful to do so, his fingers inside you started rubbing that perfect spot, the one he had learnt so well with all the random fucking you had done in the last week or so. âWhich kind of motion do you like?â
You stared at his face. His cheeks were adorably red, his hair curling at the tips with perspiration, and his eyes were so black, flooded with frenzy. âTry a few, I liked more than one.â
He nodded. âStop me with the right one, okay? I want to please you, Kitten.â
You combed his hair back, trying to get the best view of his tongue lolling out and tentatively flicking it against your clit.
And there he was: the glorious Min Yoongi. Tongue out, bubblegum pink, eyes closed as he took a larger lick, slurping side to side slowly, voluptuously, sucking at the labia diving in to rub his nose to your folds, to smell you, taste you, feel you.
His fingers were relentless while his mouth assaulted your cunt, robbing it of every ounce of pleasure you could offer.
At some point you realised you were flexing your quads, trying to push into him, against him. He seemed to realise it as he took a pause, using his nose to nudge your clit as he spoke. âFuck my face, Kitten. Just hold my fucking head and rub yourself over my face. I hold my tongue still and you slide on it.â
You tried to imagine it. âYou put it inside and I like⊠in-outââ
âGod no, babe.â He hardened his tongue and nodded, the tough muscle rubbing against you.
âOh fuckingâ Goodness, yes!â you sobbed, feeling your orgasm crest over you.
He stopped moving once your body responded naturally, your hands grabbing his hair and tugging him into motion while your hips started to fuck up, against his awaiting tongue.
âYoongsââ you gasped, your glutes flexing faster, till you felt your hips cramp.
You clamped them shut in response, Yoongi continuing unfazed as he recognised the crest of your climax before you started tumbling down the high at breakneck speed â the same speed at which you were pushing yourself against him.
Yoongi was positively surprised. He had been waiting to see you like this for so long, and now your tits were bouncing as you thrusted up, throwing yourself at him with all your might.
You were unbridled and beautiful and in that precise moment he felt like he was fully serving his duty.
He felt accomplished. The fact that he was also on the verge of his own orgasm was a minor inconvenience to him, one that he solved easily.
âSit on my face,â he spoke once your clit was too sensitive and you forced him away â his fingers still ministering their attentive stroking against your walls, slow, deliciously so.
âAre you sure?â
âJust sit on my damn face, babe. I promise youâll love it.â He kissed your belly, then looked at you.
You were sweaty, dishevelled, as if youâd ran a marathon in the middle of August. You didnât look tired, though.
You were glowing and insatiable. âOkay. How?â
He wrapped his arms around your legs, his hands holding the small of your back. âFollow me,â he said before he rolled on his back and dragged you with him.
You huffed at the manoeuvre, using your hands to steady yourself once you found your hips straddling his face.
âLike this. Good Kitten.â
You chuckled, ready to find a remark when he decided to spread your labia with his thumbs and dig in once more.
âYouâre hungry, uh?â
âYouâd better remember your safeword because I wonât stop till I collapse.â He was rock hard. His pyjamas were stroking him just barely and he could still feel himself pulse. He hoped at some point he would be lucky enough for you to notice him, and kind enough to offer him relief.
You smiled. âJust this last one, okay? I need you alive and well so you can cram all week and I can fuck you dry next weekend.â You touched his hair. âJust for safety, pinch my leg twice if Iâm hurting you, okay?â
He nodded meekly. âOkay.â He looked into your eyes. âI love you, Kitten.â
You licked your lips. You were somehow aware that what you felt for Yoongi couldnât be just love. It had to be something stronger, something superior.
Or maybe no one had ever loved you before. âI love you too, Yoongi.â
All softness was gone after that. He ravished you once more, tapping his tongue three, four times against your nub before lashing it out, mercilessly.
And then he began to suck.
âGod noâŠâ You knew what was about to happen. It had never happened like this before though. Maybe it was because of his fingers hitting an unexpected nook. Maybe it was the combination of all the motions. Maybe the position. âIâm gonnaââ
Yoongi was alert, but not worried. You would have already punched him in the face if anything was going wrong.
Instead you were moving faster, harder against him.
He was ecstatic.
He let it happen. He watched it happen.
One second he was sucking your clit, the next his entire face was drenched, covered in a transparent liquid without smell or taste.
It was the first time it ever happened to him â and he was fucking glad you were the first to ever reward his hard work like this.
Meanwhile, you were lost someplace between heaven and hell, your confusion long abandoned as you simply basked in the moment.
Min Yoongi had just made you squirt all over his face and chest and he was basking in it like a gladiator in his crowdâs cheers.
You had screamed his name too, most definitely causing misery to all your neighbours, but you were too high to care.
When you came back, Yoongi was still slowly, diligently licking you, this time with tenderness and dedication. If you had fucked his face before, now he was making out with your cunt, with tender kisses and fond caresses of his tongue.
âQuite a show, my love,â he murmured.
He had loved watching your breasts bounce, your head thrown back, your thighs wiggling at the way you were riding him. And your face â sweet mercy, your faceâŠ
He was lost in you.
âThe neighbours are gonna hate me.â
Yoongi chuckled and shrugged. âTheyâll simply be jealous of not having you as theirs.â He helped you lay back on the covers.
âFuck, look at this messââ you fussed immediately, noticing the wetness on the grey covers.
âIâll deal with that. You go clean up,â he said, drying his face with the sheets before turning towards you, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.
You frowned at how impersonal it felt, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer before planting your lips on his, pushing your tongue to his mouth until he opened it, allowing you to slide into the cave where he was still treasuring the taste of you.
And then you felt it, his crotch against your hip. âIâm gonna blow you,â you whispered, more as a declaration than a request.
He whined, but still he rolled onto his back, fixing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. âItâll be the easiest orgasm youâve claimed from me.â
You giggled and settled between his legs, rolling down his bottoms and underwear just enough to free his dick. âDamn, youâre delicious,â you murmured, staring at him, tracing the pulsating vein crawling up his length.
He hissed and thrusted up.
You wasted no time: you swallowed half of him and grabbed the rest with your hand, drooling aplenty to get some lubrication in your palm.
Three strokes and his hips started gyrating, the salty, bitter flavour of him already hitting your tongue.
âI fucking love you, Kitten,â he spoke through gritted teeth. âI fucking love your sweet cunt on my face and your sweet throat around my cock.â You bobbed your head on him even more enthusiastically. âI love every damn thing about you, baby.â
He was so far gone and you were so helplessly proud of it.
He spilled inside you in a minute, and you took him diligently, not wasting a drop of him.
His orgasm was endless and he was wrecked by the time it ended, oversensitivity making him hiss and fuss.
You simply smeared the last bubble of cum he had to offer and headed back up, at his side.
As he stared into your eyes, his eyelids lowering sultrily into exhaustion, you pressed your dirty fingers to his lower lip, tracing it enticingly before he parted his lips.
Tentatively, letting him understand what was happening, you rolled on top of him, only a couple inches separating your lips from his.
You got closer.
One inch.
Half.
You opened your mouth, letting a lazy dribble of pleasure roll down your tongue and fall into his awaiting one.
He purred at the gesture, showing you how he swallowed it before he arched up, and wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking it into his mouth.
It became one more sloppy make out session, where he managed to earn out one more lazy, weak climax as he rubbed himself against your hip.
And then you found yourself laying side by side in the disastrous aftermath of an exceedingly sloppy, wet session of oral sex.
Not even in your worst night you had managed to make half the mess you were seeing in that moment.
âWe need to shower. Again,â you commented, Yoongi peacefully kissing your chest while he breathed in and out, his eyes closed.
âJust a minute,â he debated before hearing you dissent.
âCome on, kitty cat. You can nap on the tiddies later. Letâs go shower.â
âI want cuddles,â he spoke through a pout.
That made your heart melt. âIâll cuddle you in the shower.â
âCan we take a bath instead?â
You chuckled. âWe can take a bath, baby.â You kissed the top of his head. You had no idea who was the messier between the two of you at the moment. You only knew it was your turn to take care of your kitty cat tonight.
You managed to slide out of bed and get Yoongiâs favourite bath bomb in the tub while some warm water was running. You almost had to princess-carry him to the bathroom, his face nuzzled into your neck while you managed to make him waddle there as he hugged you.
Then he fussed some more when you had to leave him in the tub alone to change the sheets â thanking the waterproof mattress cover while you changed every single item of bedding, frowning at the three out of six pillows that needed to be washed.
It took you maybe ten minutes before you were back in the bathroom, spooning Yoongi in the tub, rubbing his shoulder and neck.
âI want to meet your physiotherapist,â you murmured. âI want to learn how to soothe your shoulder and back muscles. Your neck too. You spend too much time hunched over your desk.â
He nodded absentmindedly. âYou donât need to baby me because of the shoulder.â
âI know.â You proved your point by pressing two specific points at the base of his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure and relief. âThis is why I want to learn.â
Yoongi chuckled. âIâll arrange a meeting.â
He leaned back into your chest, turning his face to the side and rubbing the tip of his nose against your neck. âI like when you take care of me when Iâm tired.â
You smiled. He was the one who babied you when you were tired, spoiling you rotten. It was only natural for you to return the favour just as ardently. âI do, too.â You also loved babying him when he was vulnerable and lovely and exhausted.
âI love you a lot. I want to wear my heart on my sleeve for you.â
You felt your eyes water a little. How had someone so delicate and strong and committed ended up in your life? How was he so perfect, so made for you?
âAnd Iâll protect it from anyone who wants to hurt you.â It was a pact. He would be open to you, and you would never hurt all the gentle, tender sides he showed you, all his unshielded softnesses. âAllow me to protect you,â you whispered, pressing your lips to his temple. âI know Iâm difficult, and unfriendly and roughââ
âYouâre not. Youâre tough and loyal and determined. And youâre so, so loved for it.â You naturally found his hands, speaking that language he knew so well. You wrapped your arms around him. Kissed his forehead. âYouâre so, so loved too, Yoongi.â
You felt him relax in your embrace. âI like it when you hold my hands.â
For the first time in years, you felt it.
Peace.
âI like it too.â
LIVE - m.yg.
genre: fluff (3.6k) (request for @carpediem1219) i hope you enjoy reading this, thank you so much for requesting ! :]
summary: yoongi likes you and wouldnât admit it to anyone, but he will spill it all to millions of his fans on vlive.
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you, jimin and taehyung met in high school, and man, were you three a force to be reckoned with. skipping classes together and sitting at the back of the class talking till the bell rang or till the teacher threw a piece of chalk on one of you, being the âfunâ classmates and sometimes accompanying them to practice and eventually meeting the other members but because you were still a student with an academic career and they were on their way to be idols, you three unfortunately drifted away a little after high school was over.
you only met them a few years after their debut, when they were no longer park jimin and kim taehyung from class but world-famous artists (and taller) jimin and v, and you were no longer a high school student but a overwhelmed and stressed out university student (you sadly didnât grow too much from high school, heels are your best friend), though you were in a happy place at life, you had people around you that made it feel like the world wasnât crashing on you, those people included your two high school mates now.
you had only watched their videos and shows from a screen, silently cheering them on, never once thinking that you would meet again but fate is funny sometimes, so you met by chance, and because of how strong of a trio you were and the countless memories you shared, you immediately found comfort in each other like the old days, wanting to catch up on the time you lost together, knowing it was fate that you three were together again, and spending as much time as you could considering their busy schedules and your own mountain of assignments.
either way, you made it work. meeting them again also meant meeting their members again, and you really did a double take at how much theyâve grown over the years, and they grew so well too, all of them much taller, with sharper features and deeper voices and despite the early awkwardness which caused you to escape into one of the twoâs rooms, you eventually found a way to make small talk with each of them without wanting to run away so according to you, you handled meeting new people well even if it made you anxious, so an A+ for you!
the closest you got to the other was to jungkook and that was because both of you loved video games so when jimin and taehyung were pre-occupied, you would often just disappear into jungkookâs room and joined him, you had a quiet but meaningful friendship.
you never noticed yoongi though that much, the guy who followed your every movement in the dorm subtly, trying not to give away his interest in you too much but because yoongi was a bad actor, everyone except you knew about his little school crush on you.
and you see, yoongi was easy on the eyes, a handsome but quiet man with similar interests as you or so youâve heard, you were intrigued at first but you felt that he was too out of your league so you always dismissed his acts of kindness like bringing you your favorite dessert whenever he goes to the cafĂ© (he goes there only for you but will die before he admits it) or always laughing a little more loudly at your (usually not that funny) jokes and checking in on you and jungkook playing by asking if youâd eat or drink anything, you dismissed all this because in your head, yoongi was just that nice guy; the kind of guy who will go the extra mile for people around him.
so, you forced yourself to bury your crush on him.
but one thing that you couldnât just dismiss as kindness was when you spent the night at their dorm in the guest room (because your roommate had someone over), breaking your head over an assignment that you had to finish in an hour and then prepare for a test you had the next day.
and while you were crying and stressing out over that as quietly as you could, yoongi came into the room, more than a little concerned when he went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water only to hear whimpers (he initially was more concerned that there was a ghost in the dorm), he handed you the glass he filled for himself and settled beside you, quietly asking how he could help. in your delicate state, you poured out your worries in between sobs and he patiently listened, patting your back hesitantly once in a while and after you were done ranting, he simply asked for the material you need to go over for the test, taking it into his hands and wheeling away from you, just telling you to focus on your assignment for that moment.
though confused, you trusted him which is why you did what he told you to, feeling a little more at ease with his presence in the room, and after you finished your assignment, you turned to see him making flash cards with important questions for your test and your heart did a little dance in your chest. you thanked him with a beaming smile, excitedly sitting down next to him on the floor and helping him sort them out and yoongi felt himself getting shy with you so close to him, his body jerking away a little every single time your skin brushed against his.
you spent the rest of the night going through the flash cards together, sometimes getting off topic and just talking about random things, yoongi felt himself getting tired sometimes but sleep was the last thing on his mind when you looked so happy next to him, he felt good that he could help take at least some of your worries away.
by the time you two were done with the flash cards, sun peeked through the curtains, reminding you of how much time has passed since youâve both sat on that floor together, and honestly, it didnât feel like any time to you at all, and now, you had a submitted assignment and you were prepared enough for the test to not fail. you both lazily made coffee together, not speaking at all but sneaking glances at each other when you were sure the other wasnât looking only to make accidental eye contact sometimes. it all felt so delicate, and so pure, but also with lingering thoughts that you would jump on him if you could.
you both didnât utter a word, and just let the comfortable silence settle in beautifully.
you left the dorm with taehyung and jimin (who offered to drop you off at your college because it was in the way of wherever they were going) you looked very happy, with your crush on yoongi creeping back from where you buried it, and occasionally grinned at nothing at all, which creeped the soulmates out and when they asked, out of concern, what the fuck was up with you, you just simply gave them a happy sigh, confusing them even more.
and all was going well, your test went swimmingly and you felt like you were on cloud nine.
but good things never last, do they?
as soon as you returned home from college, head still in a happy daze as you tried to come up with ways to pay back yoongi for all his help. a lunch, or a dinner, or you could buy him something he wants. you fished your phone out to ask jimin and taehyung for help with the ideas but your eyes widened as you saw the number of notifications you already had and fifty messages from them.
âwhat the fuck happened?â you screeched as soon as you picked up taehyungâs call and you heard him let out a heavy sigh.
âlisten, whatever iâm going to say, just know that weâre already figuring things out for now and it will be settled soonâ you wordlessly nodded, preparing yourself for the worst and the worst didnât disappoint. you heard shouting in the background and winced a little.
âokay so, take a deep breath first, remember me and jimin dropped you off today? yeah, some paparazzi took photos of you hugging me and jimin goodbye and itâs all over everywhere nowâ your mouth dropped open as you heard him continue to talk but you couldnât listen anymore.
you had been pretty careful and you knew what this meant for their career as idols, you knew it wasnât good for them and you felt horrible.
âtaehyung, iâm so sorry, iâm sure youâre in a mess right now and i am so sorry for putting you in this, i donât know what to say, tell jimin iâm sorry to- âyou profusely apologized with tears lining your eyes.
âheyâ taehyung interrupted you.
âwhat?â you whimpered.
âcan you shut the fuck up? you sound crazyâ you scoffed at his words, of course he was going to show you attitude even in this situation and he chuckled at your annoyed mumbling of curses directed to him.
âweâre fine, we are talking about it with the company and theyâre going to release a statement, just try to cover your face when you go outside or better yet, just to be safe, donât go out for a while, your semester is over for now anywayâ he instructed and you obediently nodded, not wanting to blow this anymore out of proportion, knowing that staying low was the best decision for now.
âand also, this kills us too, but we wonât be able to meet for a whileâ he winced when he heard your disappointed sigh but you quickly forced a small smile.
âthatâs okay, stay safe, okay? and eat well, and iâm sorry again, i was being inconsiderate to your career and responsibilities.â you heard him groan when the shouts behind him got louder.
âyou donât have to apologize, itâs okay, it happens, now i have to go and get a lecture from our manager so call you later, love you, bye and weâre also sorry that we couldnât hang out normally just because of our careersâ you heard both concern and regret in his voice, you knew he loved his job but sometimes he just wanted to go out without being scared of cameras following him and before you could squeeze in your words of concern, the line went dead.
you threw your phone aside, any thoughts of romance draining from your body, you felt a raging headache just from thinking of the number of people who would leave nasty comments on your photos, you quickly deleted your social media accounts, and informed concerned friends that everything was okay, and then slumped into your bed to avoid the temptation of looking at some of those comments, you knew they werenât going to be good, and you couldnât do anything about them so you tried to push all thoughts of wanting to open your phone.
it worked.
you didnât touch your phone until absolutely necessary for three days, only reaching for it to answer calls from your parents and jimin, taehyung and sometimes jungkook who was more concerned than you thought, you assured them that you were okay.
on the first day, bighit released the statement.
âwe would like to address some rumors concerning our artists park jimin and kim taehyung (v) of bts, we confirm that the person in the photos is just a close friend of theirs, who happened to be hanging out that day, and we ask you to not pry into their personal life, if unauthorized photos are taken in the future, severe legal action will be taken, thank you.â
it was short, clear, and strict.
and you were happy to see that most of their fans didnât mind at all, saying their private life is theirs and who they are friends with, isnât the scandal media makes it out to be, there will still a lot who didnât like it and cursed you out in every language they knew, it hurt you sometimes but you tried your best to stay away from it all. you remained at home, refusing to step out for anything except groceries, which you did while completely covered from head to toe.
yoongi, on the other hand, was pretty pissed when he got to know about the news, he himself had been coming up with ways to ask you out and a situation like this, threw all chances of meeting you out for a while. when jimin and taehyung first told him, he was scared of how you were taking it and it was only after he got confirmation that you were alright and not totally stressing out, he calmed down.
but he still missed you, your gentle smile whenever he opened the door and seeing how you seemed so loving to jimin and taehyung, and how the night with just you two felt so right.
he also remembered how he had promised his fans a live a few days ago and he was almost reluctant to do it because even after a statement, people were still buzzing about it and making up stories about you, but things settled down, not as much as it would be ideal but enough for people to start talking about another idol.
he wasnât one to back out of promises and it had been a while since heâs met his fans virtually so, he turned the live on, sat back and watched as viewers and comments poured in at an alarming speed, yoongiâs eyes struggled to scan through all of them.
he caught some basic questions, how was he, has he eaten, what has he been doing these days, what kind of music is interesting to him now, asking him to do the little âpoke the cheek and winkâ trend and him bluntly saying he doesnât fall for things like that, only to do it a minute later. he was having fun, he loved coming live sometimes, few comments made him really laugh aloud and few melted his heart, and the others um they annoyed him, just like the one he was seeing.
âwho was that bitch in the photos with jimin and taehyung?â he read aloud without even realizing it, taking a minute to understand the harsh words, the comments then flooded with more questions about you. he felt himself getting angry, but he remained calm.
âeveryone, donât go around calling anyone a bitch, donât you think it is too mean? you donât even know themâ he exclaimed and sighed when increased no. of questions poured in about you.
âlike the company said, they are a friend of ours, we are close and what you need to know is that theyâre genuine, kind and have been great support to us from the very start, i care about them a lot too and what do i say? they mean a lot to me and i like them a lot so please watch your language when youâre talking about them and donât dig into any more of their life, respect their privacy and oursâ he explained, as calmly as he could, and quickly moved on from the topic, feeling slightly flustered after talking with more emotion than he planned to, he also tried to ignore the blunder he made by admitting it on live with thousands of viewers that he liked you.
he meant what he said, he really did care about you a lot, and was okay with it even if you donât reciprocate that feeling but he still had a nagging feeling in his chest.
and the last comment he saw before switching it off was;
âdid he just fucking admit his feelings for someone to us?â
unknown to him, you had watched this entire live, you downloaded the app when jimin and taehyung urged you to and you would leave silly comments whenever they came live just to mess with them, when you saw the notification that it was yoongi, you excitedly clicked on it, watching him with a fond smile on your face but your heart dropped to your ass when yoongi mentioned you, it hurt you a little that they called you a bitch without knowing a thing about you but what you didnât expect was for yoongi to defend you the way he did or for him to admit that he likes you; you felt all warm and giddy when he spoke about how much you meant to them, or more specifically, how much you meant to him.
and that was kind of the confirmation you needed, to know that your interest in yoongi wasnât one-sided. because you knew yoongi wasnât the type to address things like this directly and the fact that he did it for you gave you some hope that you chasing him wouldnât be in vain.
âhey you, whatâs up? itâs been a while since iâve seen you around hereâ yoongi almost immediately answered your call and donât tell anyone that he fell off his bed trying to answer it quickly.
âyou know what happened, they told me to stay low but that isnât why i called youâ you fiddled with the ends of your skirt as you anxiously pressed your lips together.
âokay, then tell me, what is it?â yoongi was confused, he had never heard you this nervous before, and it frankly scared him a little.
âsince i canât go out, i was hoping you could come over to my apartment, thereâs something i need to tell youâ you hated how high your voice got when you said that, cursing yourself internally for being so fidgety.
âum sure? i have work though, can i bring it over and finish it there just in case it gets too late?â
âyep sure, you can do that, i have a desk here, you can set it upâ and with that, it was just you and the tv playing some random show as you waited for him to come over.
deep breath.
itâs just yoongi, youâve known him a long time and even if he doesnât like you, you can avoid him, youâve got a plan, itâs going to hurt if he rejects you but youâve got this!
you jumped in your place when you heard the bell ring after 30 torturous minutes of silence and anxiety, to reveal yoongi in a black hoodie, faded jeans, a black mask covering his face and his fingers dangling a cover with the name of your usual café on it and a backpack lazily drooped on his shoulder. you moved out of the way after a sheepish greeting and you could see his smile even through his mask because his eyes crinkled a bit.
âheyâ he simply said, kicking his shoes off and removing his mask, trying to hide how nervous he felt because what if you saw the live?
and is it just you or he seemed to be hotter than the last time you saw him and like he was moving in slow-motion?
and you couldnât help but follow your eyes to each of his movements.
âi thought we could have some drinks while talking, if thatâs okayâ he gestured to the bag in his hands a little awkwardly and you hurriedly nodded, the awkwardness surrounding you was throwing you off your game by a lot and you felt your cheeks flushing from embarrassment.
thankfully, you didnât look like you were alone in the misery as yoongi too was scratching at the back of his neck and turning away to instead focus on taking the drinks out of the bag by heading into the kitchen. you felt flustered and like you had no grip on whatever you were doing.
âhey yoongi?â you finally called out from where you stood after 5 minutes of silence ticked by, he gingerly turned around with the drinks in his hand.
just fucking say it.
âthe thing i wanted to say, itâs, um fuckâ you mumbled at the end, biting your lip, and staring off to your right. yoongi mirrored your action by biting his own lip, his face flushing as he anxiously waited for you to tell him what he wanted to hear.
âitâs just, i like you, like more than a friend like you, yeah thatâs it, thatâs what i wanted to sayâ you blurted out, running your hands through your hair when you saw him walking towards you and squeezing your eyes shut, waiting for the rejection.
yoongi, on the other hand, was on fucking cloud nine.
you, yes you, the person heâs been pining over for months now has confessed that you like him the same way he likes you and poor boy does not know how to react, heâs dreamed of this and he surprises himself when he wonders if youâve dreamed of this too. but being the poster cool guy he is, he nonchalantly walked to you and instead of saying anything, took your hand and placed one of the drinks into it, ignoring the tingling feeling he felt in his chest.
âthatâs funny becauseâ he trailed off, not finishing and you sighed, of course he doesnât like you back, why did you make him come all the way here just for him to reject you?
âthatâs funny because i was going to say the same thingâ he sheepishly muttered with a shy smile spread on his face and your mouth almost fell open from how surprised you were.
âyou beat to me it, congratulationsâ he jokingly clinked your plastic cups together which made you laugh in joy, he then started walking away to sit on the couch only for you to pull on his wrist to stop him in his tracks.
âwait so you like me back right?â you asked with wide eyes, fingers curling around his wrist tightly as you desperately hoped he would say. yoongi chuckled a little at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights, reaching up to ruffle your hair.
âif that wasnât obvious enough, yes, iâve liked you since a long time now and i donât want to waste another minute so should we do a little netflix and chilling to make up for it?â he suggested with a smirk and mischief dancing in his eyes, turning his wrist to take your hand in his and dragging you to the couch.
needless to say, he didnât get any work done that night.
a lil bad - m.yg.
genre: fluff, angst (11.3k) e2l
summary: you hate min yoongi the most so how the fuck do you end up in his tattoo shop? (fools!universe)
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you donât know how it happens in every single party, but you always end up next to yoongi, grumbling and complaining but still with him beside you and even after several incidents of pouring drinks on each other and pretending it was a mistake, or just plain insulting each other right to your faces, or ruining dates for the other by fake flirting, you always end up next to him.
you never really understood your hatred for min yoongi, but itâs always been there, whenever you see him, you always either leave the room to not be around him at all or you start bickering with him until the day ends, itâs usually always the latter, he knows just how to rile you up, he knows just what to say to piss you right off, and you always give in to his stupid arguments.
and apparently, even right now, with all your friends dancing and enjoying themselves, you stand in the corner while idly mixing your drink slowly, and it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes when yoongi catches your eye across the room and starts his making his way over to you.
âwhat are you doing here, doll?â he asks, hands in pockets, his ever-present smirk settled nicely on his face, the nickname that falls from his mouth makes you roll your eyes, heâs been calling you that forever, no matter how many times youâve complained and hit him for it.
you notice his tattoos peeking from the collar of his leather jacket which mirrors the one on your body. it is hard to not do a full head to toe scan when yoongi manages to look this good even as heâs half drunk.
you hate him but youâre not blind, you know that he is attractive and he knows it too, he knows it all too well.
ânone of your goddamn business, min yoongi, get back to your friends.â your bitter reply is no surprise to him and that becomes evident with how he laughs at you and pulls himself up on the table you were resting on, looking down at you with pure amusement dancing in his eyes.
âtheyâre shit drunk, and i donât want to deal with anyone vomiting all over meâ he shrugs as he takes another swig and you turn to look at his friends who were falling over each other and laughing for no reason at all.
somewhere in you, you know that heâs lying, he wouldnât mind if his friends vomit over him, he wouldnât care even when heâs going to be the one who will drive them home after this and make sure that theyâre safe but yoongi doesnât need to know that you know about him.
âsuch a good friendâ you dryly muse and walk away from him, only for him to jump off the table and follow you, you stop in your steps and he does too, making you grit your teeth and look at him with an evident glare in your eyes.
âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
ânone of your goddamn business, doll.â
yeah, you hate him. you take back every nice thought youâve ever had about him.
he gives you an innocent smile and it takes everything in you to not strangle him. you swiftly turn the other way and speed walk till youâre outside the house, taking a deep breathe now that youâre free from the obnoxious people and music. just when you stretch your legs out to settle there for a bit, you see someone barging their way out, almost hitting your arm, you turn to curse them out just to see jimin come out from the same way, following the previous person.
you only know jimin because he works in namjoonâs bakery, and heâs in one of your classes, youâre friendly enough to greet each other but thatâs it, so when you see him fighting with the person who barged out first, and the fight showing no signs of calming down, you roll your eyes at how stupid they sound, why canât they just kiss already? you can literally feel the sexual tension in the air and they seem to be in absolute denial about it, but deciding that it was best to leave them alone, you unwillingly tip toe your way back into the house.
the party is still raging and loud and you canât really distinguish who is who anymore, so you just push your way through the crowd, murmuring excuse meâs and curses to people who push you, only to find yourself in the living room where all your friends are gathered. they immediately perk up at your entrance, drunk smiles gleaming even in the darkness and you hate to admit that you sense some mischief in the air.
âi was looking for you, come here, sit downâ jennie smiles as soon as she sees you and pats the seat next to her, you hesitantly sit and warily eye the bottle in the middle of the circle youâre sat at.
âwhatâs going on here?â
âweâre playing spin the bottle because we literally have nothing left to doâ jisoo complains from opposite to you and you throw your head back with a groan, at the corner of your eye, you see yoongi walk in with his own friends and you donât even want to look up again.
âhow bored are you guys?â you complain but get comfortable in your seat anyway, itâs not like you were any less bored than they were.
âjust say youâre too much of a wimp to play and leave already.â yoongiâs voice is crystal clear even with the loud music and everyone starts oohâing at his sentence, all of them were already used to your endless bickering and they always act like they know something you both donât, you never cared enough to ask them anyway. you rolled your eyes before setting them on him with a bored expression.
âyouâre still standing min yoongi, so whoâs the real wimp here?â and now, everyoneâs oohâing at you, he looks up at you with the same smirk that always annoys you and cocks an eyebrow before sitting directly in front of you, then pins you with only challenge clear in his eyes.
âokay, so the rules are pretty simple.â you look away from him and focus on listening to chaeyoung as she explains what exactly are the set rules.
âso when we spin the bottle, the people at the ends of the bottle either kiss each other or one of them gets to give a dare to the other, and the other cannot refuseâ jisoo smiles at you as she plays with the bottle in her hand and you know whatâs going on in her little head, sheâs always been convinced that you have a crush on yoongi but you were close to vomiting on her when she told you that, she hasnât backed down though and if you know her, sheâs probably thinking this is some magical way to get you to kiss yoongi but you would jump into a well before that happens.
âthe only person i want to kiss in this room is youâ yoongi wears a wide, confident grin as he points to the random girl heâs been talking up since the beginning of the party and you watch with raised eyebrows as she blushes and buries her face into his shoulder.
poor girl, you wince to yourself.
and yoongiâs drinking up the affection, cooing at her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder, not letting her go even as the bottle spins speedily and lands on taehyung and some girl youâve seen around the campus, you have never really looked at her but she does seem a little out of place in the party, and you make a note to yourself to talk to her later, you hate that feeling of being isolated and you wouldnât want her to feel that way.
everyone watches them with excited and curious eyes, taehyung has a huge smile on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at the girl who looks like she wants to run away, but then taehyung reaches over and whispers something into her ear and everyone erupts into cheers when he reaches for his hoodie on the floor and drops it on their heads, the hoodie comes off to reveal one flushed face and taehyung who is positively beaming. though the kiss is over, at least you assume it is over, everyoneâs gaze lingers on the quiet girl who all but is biting on her lip and averting her gaze to the floor.
âstop making her uncomfortable and spin the bottle alreadyâ you say plainly as you leaned back on your hands, you could tell she wanted anything but attention, she just had a stiff posture and this was clearly new for her, so you decided to help her out. she flashed you a quick grateful look and you gently smile at her.
and the bottle kept spinning, most opted for the kisses, and each time someone would kiss, the entire room would be chaos, with people whooping and waving their hands, you bury your head into your hands each time that happens because you canât believe most of these people are well in their 20âs and are still this excited over seeing their peers kiss but you enjoy the energy in the air, itâs familiar and being around your friends is something youâre always grateful for.
âwait wait yoongi didnât spin the bottleâ lisa points out along with chaeyoung and they both have happy smirks on their faces as everyone nods in agreement, soon cheering him on to spin it already and yoongi surrenders with raised hands.
the bottle spins and you hold your breath because you would do anything to not be at the other end of it.
you exhale in relief when it lands on who yoongi wanted it to land on, the girl whoâs been around him all night, he just looks at her with a smile and she leans forward with sparkling eyes, and you look away just when the sound of smacking lips fills the air, immediately everyone starts shouting and thatâs when you understand that maybe the kiss wasnât innocent at all, you almost do a double take when you hear a silent moan in midst of all the chaos, looking back when the shouts die down to see the girls with pink cheeks and yoongi who had a proud smile on his face.
and you donât know why, but at that moment, your annoyance for him touches the roof.
maybe because he was oozing confidence always?
maybe because it sounded like he was an incredible kisser?
maybe because heâs got someone blushing right next to him with just a kiss?
you donât know and frankly you also donât understand why you stand up from the circle right then, everyoneâs eyes lands on you and you shift on your feet, you hate attention, and you particularly hate yoongi who immediately looks at you standing.
âi just need a refill, i will be back, you guys playâ you gesture towards the kitchen and leave the living room with fast steps, you only let out a breath of relief once youâre in the kinda empty kitchen, it still has like 10 people but not one of them gives a fuck about you, which is exactly what you need.
you spot the tequila bottles but they are empty, making you groan out loud in frustration and you want to throw a chair into the window, because how the fuck do these people drink so fast? last time you were here, there were 10 huge, full bottles and theyâre just gone now.
âfucking greatâ you mumble and squeeze your eyes shut as you lean back on the counter.
you donât even want to go back to the circle and see yoongiâs face or the girl that heâs with who seems to blush about everything like whoâs going to tell her that yoongi will probably drop her in a week?
you stomp your way back to the living room, and sit down with a huff, not looking at anyone, just letting the game continue around you and zoning out until someone asks you something.
your eyes donât leave the bottle in the middle of the circle, staring as it spins and claims its victims, and you only snap out of your thoughts when jennie nudges you, you are a little startled when she pushes the bottle into your hand with a small smile.
âitâs your turn, spin itâ she gently instructs, and you almost just want to cuddle her and go to sleep because sheâs always been so nice to you and maybe itâs because youâre half-drunk and youâre mildly irritated by everything, but you feel so grateful to her soft voice.
but her words also make you pause, itâs your turn after god knows how many turns and you want to skip it, thereâs no one in this room that you want to kiss.
âsee, i told you, sheâs a wimpâ you glare up at yoongi as he stares you down, and with a grumble, you snatch the bottle from jennieâs hands and give it one rough spin. you silently pray that it lands on anyone but yoongi.
your heart almost pauses when it seems to slow down near yoongi, but then it tilts right at the last second, you feel lighter as you look up to see jisoo at the other end of the bottle, who has a cheeky smile on her face, you lean back with your won smile because you could just kiss her, itâs no big deal.
âso, kiss?â you raise your eyebrows at her and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, looking you up and down and you giggle at her fake horny expression.
âas much as i love kissing, i have a dare for you.â you eye her cautiously as she says this, why isnât she just opting for the kiss?
âiâm not stripping down naked if thatâs what youâre going to sayâ you deadpan, to lighten the tension in the room and everyone laughs, taking swigs of their drinks and someone yells party pooper.
 âwhy canât we just kiss and get it over with?â you whined when she stayed silent and jisoo shook her head happily as everyoneâs ears and eyes focused on what would leave jisooâs mouth, she smirks a little at their enthusiasm and your slightly scared expression.
âthe dare isâ she pauses for dramatics and you throw the bottle cap at her making her jump and giggle.
âokay okay, the dare is, you have to get a tattoo in yoongiâs shop by yoongi, he gets to choose which one too.â
she did not.
âiâm sorry, did i hear you right?â you leaned forward with a cocked eyebrow because jisoo wouldnât do this to you.
right?
âiâll go easy with the needle on you, dollâ yoongi chuckles from his spot.
âshut the fuck up, min yoongiâ you snarl at him and fix your gaze on jisoo again as she shrugs with a delighted smile on her face.
âhey, i could just kick you out from my store, you know that right?â you ignore his words with a roll of your tongue against your cheek and run a hand through your hair, this is far from how you wanted your night to go.
âare you going to back off from a dare, y/n?â chaeyoung raises her eyebrows at you and it feels like thyeâve definitely planned this shit from the start but the mocking in her tone doesnât allow you to say no.
âfucking hell, iâll do it.â you give in because again, you are never one to back off from a challenge. even if youâre really scared of needles, you can do this.
âwho said iâm doing it for you?â he questions with narrowed eyes and everyone in the room breaks into scattered giggles.
âiâll give you a month y/n, convince him and get it done.â jisoo says, triumph clear in her face and tone as she calmly hands the bottle to its next victim.
again, this isnât how you wanted your night to go.
-
convincing yoongi, as it turns out, was the hardest thing you have ever tried to do, and you take history in college.
not only is he insanely stubborn, but it also feels like he seriously gets off from pissing you off every single time, because the minute you start to get somewhere with convincing him, he would say something stupid, you would curse him out and youâre back to square one with your mission.
itâs been a week since the party and youâve got no progress on him.
âokay, i can do this, itâs just stupid yoongiâ you encourage yourself lightly by tapping your shoulders in butterfly position, because thereâs nothing else that calms you down from the inevitability of having to talk to him.
youâre not sure why you are doing so much for a dare, but it feels like this is the chance to prove to your friends that the only feelings you have for yoongi is hatred, you cannot have them thinking you like him when even the thought of him annoys you to the core.
but youâre still here, with a bag of tempura shrimp and fried rice because apparently thatâs his favorite food, and as the old saying goes, the way to a manâs heart is through his stomach.
now, if you were reached his heart, you would probably rip it out but youâre doing what you can to get the dare over with. you ring the bell and stand back, but nothing prepares you for the sight in front of you.
a girl in just a t-shirt, most probably yoongiâs, whoâs definitely not his girlfriend.
didnât they say the girl at the party became his girlfriend afterwards?
well, at least the girl looks just as surprised as you do, and she even starts getting teary eyed and thatâs when you realized what this looks like, you brought him food, pretty early in the morning, youâre dressed up well because you just like to look good, and she could be assuming that she just slept with a taken man.
âdoll, is that you?â yoongiâs voice comes from behind her and you grit your teeth in annoyance at his presence.
wait, where the fuck is his shirt?
you immediately avert your gaze from his bare skin and look at the girl in front of you whoâs trembling, why the fuck did he call you doll with her right beside him?
âlook, i know what this looks like but iâm not his girlfriend, i honestly hate him the most out of everyone i know, so you two are still fine, and gosh just wipe those tears please, i hate making people cryâ you mumble the last part as the girl sniffles and nod while wiping the tears off her cheek, yoongi coos behind her and gives her a small kiss to the top of her head which makes her grin again.
he has a girlfriend, what is he doing?
you try so hard to hide the deep scowl on your face as you watch the sickeningly sweet exchange in front of you and tap your feet impatiently as you wait for them to finish.
âcome inâ yoongi says simply and disappears down the hallway with the girl, and you step in sheepishly, you look around the apartment and itâs surprisingly cleaner than you thought it would be, not knowing what to do with both of them gone, you enter the kitchen and plop down on a stool.
âiâll call you later okayâ you hear yoongi whisper and you slam your head on the table in front of you because that is a very sad attempt at a whisper, his whisper is loud as fuck, and it travels all the way to you, and youâre not a liar, his voice sounds hot, itâs husky, low and if someone whispers to you like that, you know that you will melt into a puddle.
you also hear the loud smack of a kiss and it takes everything in you to keep your ass planted on the stool and not run away from here.
the girl appears near the doorway of the kitchen and gives you a bright and happy wave, you wave back at her because as much as her tears surprised you, she still seemed friendly.
âso, whatâs in that bag?â yoongi walks into the kitchen, thankfully with a shirt on, and you place the bag on the counter, not saying anything and letting him look through by himself.
âtempura shrimp and fried rice, are you trying to get me to ask you out?â yoongi chuckled as he pulled out the boxes and you frown at his statement.
âdonât flatter yourselfâ you mumble and pick your phone up to scroll as he sits down to eat, you notice him place a plate in front of you and look up in confusion.
âgo on, serve yourself, iâm not doing that for you.â he gestures to the boxes with a wave of his hand.
âthis is for you, more precisely for the tattoo.â
âi know doll, just eat the food.â if you arenât wrong, you can hear some disappointment in his voice and he doesnât even look at you as he says that, so you just shrug and take a box to fill half your plate with the food and continue to glance at him weirdly from time to time.
this feels strangely domestic, there is nothing but silence as you two eat but for once, you donât want to strangle him to death, he doesnât say shit to piss you off either, and the silence is comfortable, you thought it would be awkward to be in his apartment but you donât feel that way at all.
âiâm still not doing your tattooâ yoongi says and the door shuts in your face as you stand outside his apartment with mouth agape and slumped shoulders.
then why was he being all nice just 10 minutes ago?
you kick the door with your foot and huff out in frustration because you really cannot think of anything else that could convince him.
what are you going to do now?
what could you possibly do now?
wait a minute.
his girlfriend.
âjisoo, are you sure that the girl from the party is still his girlfriend?â you almost yell into the phone to try and make your voice heard even with the loud traffic beside you and jisoo winces from the sound.
âyes, iâm sure, she was bragging about it in class todayâ you can hear how annoyed jisoo sounds though the phone and bingo!
you know just how to get yoongi to do your tattoo.
-
you get drowned in your own assignments the following week and donât bother to look for yoongi, and honestly, you forget about the dare until your dear friends remind you at lunch when you were just trying to peacefully eat your food.
and you donât even see yoongi around the campus anymore, he doesnât even show up to the one class you have in common, but his attendance is obviously taken care of because of his friends who work in student council, youâre not going to lie, you are jealous of that, you would kill to miss some classes and still have your attendance intact.
âhey seokjin, wait up!â you spot yoongiâs friend down the hallway and you donât really care that you literally look like a homeless person with your hoodie and loose shorts, you didnât run all the way across campus to care about how you look, you need to know where the fuck min yoongi is so you can blackmail him and just finish the dare.
âhello y/nâ he faintly smiles while sipping his coffee, how does he still look good when heâs tired though? if it werenât for the fact that he was taken, you would definitely try to get with him but your chance is over. you feel a little self-conscious with your less than appropriate outfit and his polished look, but that shouldnât be your concern right now.
âwhere is yoongi? he hasnât been coming to classes.â
âwhy do you want to know? donât you hate him?â he narrows his eyes at you and you slump a little, how many people knew of the fact that you hate each other? itâs not like you can blame them, you both fight in full parties, word is bound to travel.
âi do, i just have something to ask him.â
âis it really important?â he fixes you with a more serious look and you almost feel nervous before clearing your throat and nodding fiercely.
âyes, it is.â
âheâs been hanging out at our friendâs music studio for a while now, you can find him there, iâll text you the addressâ and with that, jin blends into the crowd of people around you while you stay frozen.
what does yoongi do in a music studio? you wonder silently with your head tilted as you walk to your next class.
maybe you donât know him as well as you thought you did.
-
the music studio wasnât too far away your campus, and you could walk there even with your heavy backpack, you huff once you reach the run-down building, staring at it with curiosity filled in your eyes.
you definitely didnât know anything about yoongi and music, sure you knew that he was a phenomenal piano player and also that he was very shy about it, youâve only ever seen him play once and it was only because he was pretty drunk then.
you look around to try and find the room that jin told you about, brushing past several strange looking men but they are the least of your worries, you have dealt with idiots all the time at the bar and in parties, you will beat someone up if they mess with you.
âdoll, what the fuck are you doing here?â you hear his irritated voice and silently heave out in relief because you immediately feel safer than you did just a minute ago.
âi should be asking you that.â you look at him with raised eyebrows and watch as he runs a hand across his face exasperatedly, only to march over to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him.
if it were any other man dragging you around like this, you would break their wrist but this was yoongi, you trust yoongi, and  as much as you hate him, you know yoongi would never hurt you.
he pushes the two of you into a room and closes the door behind him, you immediately snatch your wrist from his grip and rub at the spot he gripped too hard.
âokay, you didnât have to do that.â you mumble while massaging your sore wrist.
âwhat are you doing here?â he doesnât hesitate to jump right into it.
and you want to bring up his girlfriend but he looks pretty annoyed, youâre not sure if this is the time to push his buttons even more.
âi just, i was around but the real question is, what are you doing in a music studio?â you throw the question back to him and quickly scan the room youâre in right now, thereâs a sound system, a keyboard, some speakers lying around and other equipment you know nothing about.
âi donât have to tell you thatâ he deadpans and you retaliate a little, your posture faltering at his firm tone because while yoongi has always been rude to you, thereâs a certain coldness to his voice right now that you just donât recognize.
âyouâre right, you donât.â he really doesnât. and now, everything youâve done looks stupid to you, like taking food to his home and meeting some random girl, chasing seokjin on campus even when you donât have any familiarity with him just to find about yoongi and even refusing to back down from a dare that you could just deny.
you donât think youâre doing this for the dare anymore.
yoongi sighs when he sees your rigid posture and head hung low because damn it, he feels bad for being mean to you and he never feels bad about being mean to you, being mean to you just comes naturally to him but you just look so small right now, the air of pride and arrogance that you usually carry isnât around you anymore and yoongi doesnât know what to do.
âhow did you find out?â he asks finally, taking a seat near the equipment and you donât want to tattle on jin but you have no choice.
âjust asked around.â you still tried to cover up jinâs name and yoongi raises his eyebrows at you like he doesnât believe you.
âfine, seokjin told meâ you squeeze out and you just hope that jin isnât the type to hold grudges.
âyou really went all the way to jin to ask about me?â jin is across campus from you, which explains why you donât know him all that well but you did find out where jin is, just to ask him about yoongi.
but yoongi doesnât need to know about that.
âdonât think too much about it, i had a class on that way.â you stubbornly lie through your teeth.
âno, you donâtâ yoongi spins around in his chair to gather some notes in front of him.
âwhat?â
âyou donât have a class that way y/n, we both know that.â how the fuck does he know that?
âwhy didnât you just ask me? or come to my apartment? youâve already been there and i truly donât understand why you went all the way to jin to ask about me.â yoongiâs words are softer, a lot less cold than before, and a lot more like the yoongi you know. which causes the return of your unfaltering confidence.
âi donât know your number, and i didnât want to intrude on you in your apartment again.â you answer honestly.
âbut you think itâs okay to intrude on me in my studio?â the mocking in his tone doesnât go past you and for a second, you donât know what to say but if youâre talented in anything, it has to be the fact that youâre insanely good at changing subjects.
âspeaking of the studio, what are you even doing in this studio? donât you have a tattoo shop to take care of?â you huff and sit down on a nearby stool. you know that youâve done a wonderful job at changing the topic because yoongi stills in his seat, not a sign of movement from him.
âor you know, just donât tell me i guessâ you add with a petty tone which has him sighing once again and turning in his seat.
âyouâre really pushing the limit here, doll.â it sounds like heâs warning you but you have never been one to give a shit about his warnings.
besides, you always thought you knew yoongi, like really know him and as it turns out, you know nothing at all which has you craving to know everything.
âhavenât i always done that?â you flutter your eyelashes at him dramatically which draws a small smile on his face, itâs a rare smile, youâve only ever seen him smile like that with his friends or when heâs flustered.
interesting.
âfine, i will tell youâ you immediately jump in your place, leaning forward to listen with the utmost attention, eyes wide open and lips pursed because you canât believe mysterious man of the campus (he gave that title to himself last year) is finally opening up to you.
âyou canât tell anyone else, you have to promise me thatâ the seriousness in his voice tells you heâs definitely not joking around anymore and you arenât going to do that either, so you sit up straight and nod obediently.
âmy tattoo shop, to put in one way, was a rushed decision doll, i donât know why i thought it would be a good idea but i thought as long as it brought in money for me, i donât have to worry about anything else but i was wrong. i was so wrong.â admitting his mistake to you, his enemy basically, takes a lot of courage and you canât help but feel a little touched that he shared it with you. and that heâs willing to share more.
âthe income was great, but it isnât where my heart is at, you know? even the course in college right now, i donât feel anything towards it but music, ah music makes me feel everything iâve ever wanted to feel.â yoongi doesnât know why he feels so comfortable telling you all this when all your previous conversations have been catty comments to each other but when he looks at you listening to him sincerely, he feels like he can tell you anything.
âyou probably know that i play the piano?â you nod enthusiastically, finally it was something you knew about him.
âyeah i do, youâre good even when youâre drunk.â you beam at him and he laughs at the stupid grin on your face.
he feels like heâs the teacher here and youâre the teacherâs pet.
but he knows if he says that out loud, you will probably kick him in the leg. and yoongi hates bruises so he shoves that happy thought to the back of his head, he will laugh about it to himself later.
âiâve been writing songs forever now doll, and iâm finally getting somewhere with it, iâm going to hand over the tattoo shop to my sister and jungkook who are more passionate about it than i will ever be.â
he looks regretful almost, like he started something he couldnât finish but you see yoongi in a new light now, writing songs, producing music, it isnât childâs play, you know that a lot goes into putting your emotions into words and you admire yoongi for how honest he was with you even if he didnât have to be.
âand focus on music full-time?â you ask gently and he nods.
âthat is the plan, yes.â
so, this could be why he shut the door on your face even after the tempura prawns and fried rice, heâs going to stop working at the shop soon.
âisnât jungkook that guy who is friends with jimin?â you distinctly remember jungkookâs name from somewhere but you canât remember where youâve seen him.
âyeah, they work at namjoonâs bakery together.â yoongi provides you your answer easily and you snap your fingers, you saw jungkook when you went to get a muffin from namjoon, he told you he would give you a discount and you couldnât say no to that.
âthatâs where i saw him, i remember now.â
yoongi stays silent, drumming his fingers against his leg and thinking by himself, he looked insanely attractive even with that stressed look on his face, heâs even wearing torn jeans today for heavensâ sake and you feel a little hot, you pick at your collar to try and cool your warming body down.
you canât let him know the effect he has on you.
âyou donât have to worry about me telling anyone, i wonât. your secretâs safe with meâ you smile at him and he gives you a grateful look before rubbing his palms on his legs, he doesnât know what to say anymore and he feels weird just leaving himself completely vulnerable to you but yoongi trusts you, he might hate you but he still trusts you to not be that cruel.
âso, what did you come here for?â he asks, leaning back on his chair and you freeze.
how are you going to tell him that you came all the way here just to blackmail him after heâs told you his passion-filled story?
âitâs nothing important, donât even worry about itâ you wave your hand dismissively with a nervous chuckle leaving your lips and like always, yoongi doesnât believe you.
âit must have been pretty important if you ran to jin to ask him where i amâ he points out and you hate that heâs right.
âit is not important at all.â you lamely respond and yoongi cocks his eyebrow before leaning over and grabbing your stool and pulling him towards you, so that youâre face-to-face with each other.
your heart literally stops beating when his eyes meet yours, his are filled with steely determination and youâre sure that your eyes have wimp written all over them, just what yoongi always called you and it doesnât help that you canât think with his breath fanning over your face in hot flashes.
âi-i told you, itâs not importantâ you whine lightly and yoongi has an easy grin on his face because of your stutter.
âjust say it, doll.â the command in his tone is really something you canât ignore, because not only does it make you shiver, but it also puts you on autopilot to do what he asks.
âi know that the girl that you were with, in your apartment the other day, isnât your girlfriendâ you breath out and your heart returns to its pace when yoongi lets your stool go with a frown.
âgirlfriend?â
âyour girlfriend is the one from the party so iâm saying that i know youâre cheating on her with that other girl.â you donât know why you keep talking but you do, you wish you would shut up already because yoongi finally isnât that much of a mystery anymore and blackmailing him will just put his walls up again, but you donât shut up.
âwhat are you trying to do, y/n?â with the lack of his usual nickname, the sentence seems colder, just like the tone he used when you first walked in.
and thatâs when you know that any and all progress youâve made with him is gone in the dust, you think might as well just destroy it all while youâre at it.
âi will keep my mouth shut near your girlfriend if you just finish my tattooâ you have never felt more stupid in your life, because youâre doing all this while youâre fully conscious, at least when youâre drunk, you have an excuse.
âso, you would tell on me if i didnât do that tattoo for you?â you feel even more like an idiot when he puts it that way but you remind yourself pathetically that you hate him, and you donât care what he thinks of you, so you nod a simple yes.
âwow doll, you play a nice game, huh?â he chuckles darkly as he throws his head back and you know that while his words might be funny, his tone and expression are anything but.
you shouldnât feel guilty about this but you do, thereâs this sinking feeling in your chest that whatever youâre doing right now, is not worth it.
just when you open your mouth to take back the words youâve said and apologize and reassure him that you see him with more respect now, that his story and secret will forever be safe with you, that you admire his passion, you donât get the chance to when yoongi shuts you up with his.
âfine, iâll do your stupid tattoo, now get out of my studio.â your heart sinks at his blunt words and he says them while not looking at you at all, you know that you deserve it though which is why you shamefully nod and turns towards the door, leaving him alone in his studio again.
-
the next few days are a blur, and youâre back at some stupid party.
you needed to forget.
but as much as you tried to push yoongi away from your thoughts, thereâs this nagging feeling that claws at you, you donât understand why you feel as guilty as you do, but it doesnât go away, it increased each time he saw you in campus and turned his head away like you were nothing to him.
and you hate that youâre nothing to him, you were at least an enemy before but now, he disregards you so easily.
why do you want to be something to him?
you arenât stupid enough to bring up the tattoo though, you just figured you would give him the chance to tell you or just not get it at all, you are not going to run your mouth again.
âoh, jinâs here, did you hear about his girlfriend? i heard sheâs troubleâ you hear someone mumble next to you, and you immediately look up to see yoongi with jin and some other friends you donât recognize, he doesnât see you though and you want to hide away, you donât want to see him just yet.
you duck your head low, clutching your red solo cup in your hand and moving away from his line of sight, the only place you know that is safe from everyone in this party is the balcony upstairs so you inform your friends that youâre going to get some air and leave.
as soon as you open the door, you welcome the fresh air that greets you, the night is especially cold and windy but you love it, you just tug your leather jacket closer and lean your body on the railing as you think back on everything thatâs been happening.
why did you open your mouth in the studio?
why did you go to the studio at all?
why are you so desperate to prove your friends wrong?
maybe your friends were right? that canât be though, you donât like yoongi that way. or at least, you donât know if you do.
you bite your lip once you feel tears of frustration pooling in your eyes because you brought this on yourself and you donât even understand why you are so mad about this like yoongi used to mean nothing to you or did you just think he meant nothing to you?
you really want to call off the dare because at this point, itâs gotten too far.
âitâs freezing here, come back in.â you stiffen at the sound of yoongi and donât even turn around, you just wish he goes away because of how youâre ignoring him. you hear steps and you almost sigh in relief, thinking that he left but when the steps keep getting louder, you turn around confusedly only to see yoongi walking towards you. he reaches where you stand as you hold your breath and he just looks at you while you look away with flushed cheeks.
âthis isnât the time to be stubborn doll, just come in.â he lightly scolds you and you huff out in frustration.
âwhy donât you go in?â you snap, finally looking at him and almost instantly shrink back down because youâre really in no position to give him an attitude. yoongi clenches his jaw, trying hard to mask his annoyance because he doesnât understand why he canât get his feet to just move and leave you alone like you clearly want him to.
âi told you i will do the damn tattoo, why are you still being a bitch?â his words are like a harsh slap to your face, does he really think youâre still going on about the tattoo?
âthis isnât about the fucking tattoo, yoongi!â you yell at him, throwing your hands in the air and running a hand though your hair, almost pulling too harshly at the roots.
âthen what is it about?â he crosses his arms over his chest, taking more steps towards you and looks at you sternly, and you donât know what to tell him.
âyou wonât understandâ you shake your head pathetically, now even more confused with the close proximity you two shared but yoongi doesnât move, he stays right where he is, so close to you that you feel dizzy.
âyou donât know thatâ he fires back and up close, you can see his frown getting deeper. the tension in the air is high and both of you are breathing heavier than necessary and your eyes stay glued on each other, if you moved a little more, you would be fully leaning on him and even from your position, you can feel his body heat.
âi used to think you meant nothing to me and all youâll ever be is someone who will drive my nail to the wall, but turns out, i was fucking wrong about that, i was wrong and i canât stand being nothing to you and you definitely donât mean nothing to me anymore, and i donât even know why iâm telling you all of this when you obviously donât give a shit.â you hold your gaze as you try to put your emotions into words, itâs a mess but you feel lighter, things are ruined anyway and all you want to do right now is pull him close to you and just hold him all night even as youâre yelling at him, as fucked up as that sounds.
âdo you really want to know whatâs going on?â your voice is reduced to a mumble as your eyes shift from his eyes and move towards his lips, his gaze travels with yours and his eyes land on your lips too, and before he could let another breath out, you pull his collar to you and tilt your head to meet his lips.
yoongi responds immediately, his hands snaking around your waist to squeeze your hips and pulling you closer till your chest met his, as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, tugging lightly, just enough to make him groan lowly, and the sound sends a shiver down your body.
neither of you pull apart for air, just letting yourself getting lost in him, in the taste of him that youâve been unknowingly chasing for so long, and every touch he leaves on your body feels like a trail of fire that burns bright.
kissing yoongi was probably the best thing youâll ever experience in your life.
and youâre scared to pull away because you know that nothing will ever be the same again, you just want to stay in this moment for as long as you can, forever if you can, avoid reality for as long as you can.
but of course, not all of your wishes come true.
you eventually push lightly at his chest to gasp for air, fingers curling around his shirt, you donât want to let go and he leans his forehead on yours, breathing heavily as well, his eyes are tender as they watch you catch your breath, his hands leave your hips and gingerly reach out to tuck your hair back into place, all while his eyes never leaves yours and everything feels so intimate and delicate, like itâs just you and him in this night, every sound, anyone else are all white noise.
âyoongiâ you mutter as you slip your fingers away from his hair and he shakes his head, taking your hand in his and holding it to the side of his face.
âplease donât say anythingâ there is pleading in his tone, a wish that you owe him for all the times youâve fucked up so you do as he says, you let him caress your hands as his forehead never leaves yours, but he isnât looking at you anymore, you donât complain though because this way, you can look at him all you want and he will never know.
but after a while of just letting the wind embrace you two, you decide that you canât live in this feeling forever, especially when everything feels so confusing and neither of you have a clue about what is going on, the only thing you know is that youâre in each otherâs arms and thatâs it, thatâs all you know.
and thatâs not enough.
âyoongi, your girlfriendâ you whisper painfully, your heart is caught in your throat when his fingers pause on your skin, slowly retracting back to himself and he leans away from you, hands still loosely gripping your fingers, you already miss his warmth enveloping you. but you canât be selfish, itâs no longer only both of your hearts that are involved.
âwe canât do this.â you pull yourself away from him and wipe the corners of your eyes that almost leak your tears, yoongi doesnât say anything, but his silence is his surrender to the situation, you take his silence to be his agreement with you, that this isnât okay.
taking his silence and compliance as your answer, you leave before your heart breaks even more than it already has.
-
you walk around like a breathing shell around the campus, regretting nothing and everything at the same time.
you donât regret kissing yoongi, you donât think you ever will but you regret how it happened, you regret the situation you put the two of you in.
but he kissed you back, thatâs what confuses you the most, you fully expected him to tear away from you and curse at you while wiping his lips but he didnât, he kissed you back, like actually pulled you closer till you couldnât feel anything but him.
you want to ask him why he did that, but you canât. you canât look at him without feeling complete humiliation because you might have just been another girl for yoongi, another girl for him to cheat on his girlfriend with and you feelâŠworthless.
and you also broke girl code, something you firmly believed in, or at least used to believe in, you want to talk to his girlfriend and tell her so that she wonât be constantly lied to but you also donât want to get involved with yoongi again.
you push your books away with a groan and throw your pen on the desk youâre sat on; you canât concentrate for shit and you really just want to disappear for a few days. when your phone dings, you almost throw it out the window because you told your friends that you needed space after they saw you looking dull at the party and you arenât in the mood to party and forget even if that sounds lovely.
you grab your phone with a frown and squint at it when the bright light blinds you for a second, you curse yourself and reduce the brightness to see a message from an unknown number.
from: xxxxxxx
tomorrow, 9 in the morning, get the tattoo done or forget about it.
you just stare at the screen for a few minutes, itâs definitely him, even through the text messages, you know that itâs him, and heâs offering to do the tattoo? even after everything?
it isnât right to go for it but youâve got a dare to finish, right?
-
genius lab ended up being so far away from your apartment, that by the time you got to the front of it, you were heaving like a pregnant women, and you heavily grasp the handle of the shop, pulling it open with all the strength you have left. you stumble in to see a pretty empty shop, it is a working day so that isnât a surprise, you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you look around for yoongi.
what are you even going to say?
âhello, the kiss was great and i still feel weak from it but letâs forget that happened because that basically was just you cheating on your girlfriend?â
that doesnât sound right.
ây/n, right?â you look up to see a younger, handsome man at the counter.
âjungkook?â he smiles and nods his head, extending his hand towards you, you shake it with a smile of your own and you really shouldnât be smiling, considering your situation but jungkook has a very infectious aura, very bright and filled with joy.
you like him already.
âyoongi hyung is in the back room, he told me to tell you to go thereâ he gestures towards the other end of the room and you want to turn and run away from here, because as far as you can tell, the back rooms are private places meaning itâs just going to be you and yoongi.
your original plan was to look at other customers as you get yours done but how can you look at anything in a room if yoongi was going to be the only person in there?
âis that so? then iâll get going in there, good luck here jungkookâ you give him a nervous smile and he beams at you with a nod, eyes shining and you coo at how adorable he looks before you take a deep breath to calm yourself and slowly walk towards the room.
youâre only here for the tattoo and nothing else, you wonât talk with yoongi at all or even look at him, just let him do the tattoo and leave.
there you go, perfect plan.
you push against the door with your hip, peeking in to see yoongi with his back to you and you take a quick step back, clutching your hand on your racing heart, you havenât even seen him fully but youâre not sure if you can stop yourself from lunging at him.
âare you just going to stand there, doll?â just as youâre about to tip-toe your way out of the tattoo shop and hopefully move to a remote island where you donât have to worry about anyone, yoongi calls you out, with his back still to you.
how did he even know that you were there?
you clear your throat a little and step into the room, the walls are white and thereâs a few boards filled with drawings here and there, and then there is yoongi who apparently has decided to wreck you by wearing torn jeans and a black hoodie.
the outfit isnât special by any means but you already feel weak in the knees.
you decide to walk over to him with your knees still wobbly and your breath shakier than it was and look over his shoulder to see him working on a tattoo design, probably yours, you lean over to see it properly and gasp at the delicate babyâs breath drawing, your favorite flower.
âi didnât draw it, my sister didâ he mumbles as continues tracing it carefully.
âyour sister is talentedâ you say honestly and he hums in agreement.
okay, so you two are going to act like yesterday didnât happen, you can definitely go along with that.
âstop loitering doll, just sit down on the chairâ he canât focus when youâre walking around him with big, curious eyes and a small smile dancing on your lips, and he feels bad when you sigh in disappointment and silently walk to the big chair in the middle of the room.
but he canât do anything about it, he expected you to be your usual self and fire back at him but you didnât and he doesnât have a good feeling about that.
he heads over to the chair with the tattoo design ready in his hands, he instructs you to lay down and makes sure youâre fully comfortable and his side keeps pressing against your body as he leans over to prepare things for the tattoo and it takes everything in you to not kiss him again. so, you keep yourself busy, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
âyouâre going to have to look at me if weâre doing this, y/nâ he says and you lift your gaze to see him looking at you with a face you canât read or decipher but you hold his stare as he circles around you to flicker some lights on you.
âwhere do you want the tattoo?â he asks, pushing his sleeves up, to reveal scatters of small tattoos all over his arms and you gulp at the visible veins on his hands.
âi get to choose?â you raise your eyebrows and he shrugs.
âwell, itâs your body doll, i think it was cruel enough to make you do this, so yes, you do.â
you do know where you want to get it, you always thought that if ever, one day, you decide to be brave and get a tattoo, thereâs one spot youâve wanted it to be but youâre not sure if yoongi will be okay with it.
do you really want to push your luck here?
âare you sure youâre comfortable with anywhere?â you decided to ask him and he frowns at you like thereâs an obvious answer.
âyes, thatâs my job.â
ârightâ you purse your lips and nod as he looks at you expectantly.
âi want it on the side on my waistâ you whisper and yoongi drops his head with a chuckle.
âdoll, do you want to kill me?â and your face heats up at his tone and at the way he looks up with a smirk, nodding while putting on his gloves.
âthen you will have it on the side of your waist, you have to push your shirt up by a lot, like right under your bra and hold it there, understood?â you do a double take at his straightforward tone, like talking about your bra is totally normal but you just bob your head hastily and agree to whatever heâs saying, trying to not make a big deal out of it but youâre sure that your red face is a dead giveaway.
âokay, lay on your sideâ he places his hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you back on the reclined seat, and you huff deeply because itâs only now dawning on you that youâre getting a tattoo done by yoongi, itâs going to be on your waist and you feel stupid for not just going for your arm. you stiffen under him and watch with wide eyes as he places the needles on the table, those look painful and youâre genuinely terrified now.
âscared of needles?â you nod numbly to his question, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get rid of the image of those needles.
âitâs whatever, itâs fineâ you breath out but your body definitely gives you away, your hands are shaking and youâre sure that you feel dizzy.
âdoll, take it easy, itâs going to be over in no time and just remember to breath properly during itâ when he gets no response from you, and your eyes are still closed, he realizes how scared you are.
âyou want me to distract you?â
âplease.â you mumble and he wordlessly lifts your shirt for you because you donât look like youâre going to move but he keeps his eyes on your face while he does that, carefully tucking your shirt under your arm to keep it from moving away and if you werenât as scared as were right now, you would have noticed the goosebumps that rise everywhere his touch reaches.
he gently holds your shirt in place and places the drawing on your skin, putting it flat and rubbing it slowly so that it would transfer well, and you feel weirdly hot, heâs just doing his job but you really want to just grab him and take him right there.
âokay, i will draw over this and then we will get to the actual tattooâ you actually shiver a little when you feel one of his hands tracing the design and the other slightly pulling on your skin so that it stays taut and you donât know why the fuck you agreed to this because youâre clearly suffering here.
âwhat do you think of weird food combinations?â he suddenly asks once heâs done with the tracing.
âsome are alright, i guessâ you answer and then you hear the sound of the drilling needle causing you to let out a low whine and bury your face into the seat youâre lying on.
you should have stayed home, even the sound is freaking you out.
âwhich ones, according to you, are acceptable?â
âi donât think mint chocolate is as bad as people make it out to be.â he scoffs at your response, making you frown.
âwhat is your problem?â you snap at him and yoongi smiles because youâre finally talking to him like you always do, he would recognize that tone of yours anywhere.
âmint chocolate is horrible, doll, i thought you had taste.â he clicks his tongue at you and you immediately go on a rant about how mint chocolate is too hated of a flavor and that at the end of the day, itâs just food and everyone has different tastes.
somewhere in the middle of your rant, yoongi looks at you fondly, youâre always so passionate about everything, even the simplest things, you make it sound and feel like how music affects him, and just as youâre almost done with your rant, he presses the needle on your skin making you yelp and you wouldâve jumped and ended up scarring your skin if it werenât for his hands holding you down.
this hurts this hurts this hurts.
itâs all you can think of as he slowly moves the needle around, looking at you every once in a while to check if youâre okay.
âi never got to tell you this but i think you following your passion with music is really cool and i really respect you for that, i hope you know that i will always support you on it.â you breath out quickly and if you werenât here, yoongi wouldâve cried because he appreciates your words so much, he pats your head in thanks, mumbling how grateful he is and itâs delicate, just like your first kiss.
it doesnât last long though.
âyou know, a food combination i like is french fries and vanilla ice cream.â your mouth drops open at his words, that sounds nasty as hell.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â he laughs at your scrunched up face.
âwhat the fuck do you mean by french fries and vanilla ice cream?â you practically growled at him while looking at him with pointed eyes, can this tattoo be done anytime soon?
âdonât say shit when you havenât tried it.â he smirks at your annoyed expression and you just glare at him.
âi donât have to try that monstrosity to know that it tastes like trash.â you snap at him with raised eyebrows and just when he is about to reiterate with another comment, you unconsciously move, you hear him tut and hold you back down with a strong grip.
âsit still doll, or i might just drive this needle into your nerves and leave you paralyzed for life.â you know his warning doesnât mean shit but you stay silent and stop moving anyways.
wait, you havenât felt pain for the past five minutes, and you realize itâs because yoongi distracted you, he couldâve just done his job and leave you to suffer alone but he didnât, and your heart swells a little.
that was sweet of him.
âhow did you know that i like babyâs breath?â yoongi pauses with the needle but then continues like nothing happened at all.
âasked aroundâ he casually replies and you roll your eyes, of course he would say that.
âyoongi, we need to talk about what happened in the partyâ you nervously but finally address the elephant in the room, biting your lip once the pain increases again.
âwhen i have a needle in my hand, really?â he looks up with an exasperated expression and you nod.
âwith a needle in your hand, yes.â
âdoll, all iâve got to say is, i donât know why you think i have a girlfriendâ he laughs a little as he continues moving the needle against your skin.
wait what?
âwhat?â
âwait a second, your tattoo is almost overâ you let him finish up while you are lost in your own thoughts, you are once again confused about everything and you donât even feel the pain anymore, he places a patch over the tattoo after you get a look of it and you have to admit, he might not have passion in this but heâs surely talented.
he helps you sit up slowly, holding both of your hands firmly and pulling you forward till your legs almost wrapped themselves against his waist, he doesnât let go of your hands though.
âi donât have a girlfriend, and the only reason i let you go that night was because you didnât look like yourself, i didnât want to take advantage of you when you were that emotionally vulnerable, i donât think iâve ever seen you that dull.â he speaks sincerely and you know that heâs honest but youâve still got so many questions.
âso, what about the girl from the previous party? the one where we played spin the bottle?â
âshe wasnât my girlfriend, i didnât even sleep with her that night.â he shook his head as he said it and you narrow your eyes at him.
âwell, she doesnât know that because sheâs bragging to everyone that youâre her boyfriendâ you poke a finger at his chest accusingly and he chuckles.
âlet her, i know whoâs i want to be and itâs not herâ your cheeks flush when he looks at you pointedly as he says that, you clear your throat and sit up straighter, taking this new information gracefully and doing a little happy dance in your heart, you wrap your arms around his neck and plays with the ends of his hair as he canât help but grin at you.
âwhat about at the studio? you got so madâ you mumble sadly because you still remember how heartbroken you were that day and yoongi sighs, patting your cheek and rubbing his thumbs in circles on them.
âwell, girlfriend or not, i didnât like that you blackmailed me, doll. i had just opened up to you and you hit me with that so yeah, i was mad but iâm not anymore, okay? i know how stupid you can be sometimesâ he adds the last part teasingly and you immediately gasp, pulling away from him and hitting his chest though a huge smile blooms on your face. yoongi laughs happily as you continue to try to hit him as he dodges.
eventually he gets tired of moving away from you, so he grabs your hands in his and pulls you closer till your lips meet his, your wrists stay captured in his hands as you kiss him back with every bit of your nerves ignited with a fresh need, you pull away from him with a small giggle while he wears a dopey grin.
âi hate you so muchâ you mumble against his lips with a huge grin, but like any other time, you donât have a scowl on your face nor do you mean those words at all, he hums in agreement, pecking you one more time and cupping your face in his hands.
âtrust me doll, i hate you so much moreâ he coos at you and you laugh at him because you know he doesnât mean it either, you know that the word hate is just a replacement for love when it comes to the two of you, the way his eyes sparkle at you with a newfound joy tells you enough, and your laugh only gleefully extends once he starts peppering kisses all over your face as you try to swat him away.
so yes, you hate yoongi a lot, you hate min yoongi the most.
to: jisoo
the dareâs done, you can get off my ass about it! and guess who has a boyfriend now? đ
colours universe
introducing my next series surrounding the bangtan boys and the various kinds of love that exist in the world. for an emotion so complex, itâs only right to explore it as much as you can and give your own meaning to it. i hope to find my meaning for love through writing these and express them through colours i know, i hope you do too <3Â
p.s. all the stories can be read individually and do not have a specified date of publishing, below are linked my main masterlist and very first universe, happy reading :D
masterlist   fools universe
two feet tied - p.jm.   (drabble:tethered)
summary: when jimin got the role of black swan in the biggest act of the industry, he didnât expect himself to embrace a similar kind of obsession and actually turn into one at the end of it.
almost, always - k.sj.Â
summary: loving feels like a far-away dream until seokjin paints your life with it.
come closer, come closer - k.nj.
summary: nothing in your life is permanent, you would never let anything be permanent, but namjoon nestles his way in and refuses to leave, will you let him stay or would he remain something temporary?
ashes we leave behind - j.jk. (coming soon!)
summary:
maybe weâll bloom today - m.yg. (coming soon!)
summary:
is it that hard? - j.hs.
summary: was it always be going to be this hard to look at your friend and act like he was just that and nothing more?
what i see, what you see - k.th.   part 2
summary: petunias, silk shirts, and a taehyung that left you when you loved him most, all come rushing back into your life.
all of this is fiction and i am not trying to portray how bangtan are in real life, these are my characters with their names and faces but there is no relation to how they actually are.
so close - m.yg.
genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance (13.5k)
summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fic in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.
note: writing after so long felt liberating, i hope you feel through my words.
this one is dedicated to my soulmate, @hopefuldreamloveâ
masterlistÂ
âyou know what? iâm done, iâm fucking done with your nonsense, i hope this stupid roof falls on your head!â your screams bounced off the walls loudly as you dragged your bags to the front door, you no longer recognized yourself.
when had it become this bad?
âi hope so too, at least that way i donât have to hear you scream like a banshee on drugs, just get the fuck out alreadyâ yoongi huffs as he matches your vicious tone, but his chest tugs at him, begging him to move and stop you before it was too late, before you actually left and never came back. but his pride was stronger, he wasnât going to beg you to stay, he was stubborn enough to pretend this didnât affect him at all.
you donât respond or even turn back to look at him one last time, you slam the door and trudge your luggage impatiently to the elevator.
yoongi couldnât move, he watched the front door with pursed lips, he couldnât believe that after all this time, this was how you two were going down.
he shouldâve stopped you; he shakes his head at himself, he shouldnât have even let the fight get so far, he shouldâve stopped the second your voice wavered with unshed tears halfway through the argument but he didnât, he waited for those tears to turn into simmering anger and yoongi didnât do anything to make you stay. as always.
that was why you fought in the first place because yoongi had seemingly given up on putting any effort into your relationship.
halfway through the parking lot, you pulled your suitcases behind you with heavy steps, letting out puffs of breath with furrowed eyebrows, and then you paused. your heel stuttering as you narrowed your eyes, your hands loosened around the handles of your bags.
why should you leave?
you both were still owners of that apartment, both of you paid the rent and if you left now, you donât even have a place to stay and you didnât want to inconvenience your friends because yoongi was being an asshole, you also didnât want to go through the trouble of finding a new apartment when you had a perfectly available one right above you (with three bedrooms!).
you smiled wickedly, if yoongi thought he was getting rid of you this easily, he was dead wrong because now, you were determined to make his life hell by living right next to his door and doing everything you could to make him uncomfortable.
yoongi didnât hate a lot of things, but his personal space was always important to him and you were determined to make that space as worse as it could get and if he had a problem, he could always leave and find another place, he had the money to buy another apartment anyway.
with that happy revenge plan, you walked back to the elevator with a bounce on your step, you couldnât wait to make yoongiâs life miserable.
yoongi, on the other hand, had been watching the clock since you walked away, it took every fiber of his pride to keep himself on that couch and not run after you but eventually, he knew that he needed you, he couldnât ignore his sinking chest forever, so he ran to get his car keys, begging and praying silently that you hadnât gone too far.
he reached for his phone as he made his way to the door, already texting your friends to see if you had gone to them.
imagine his surprise when you slam the door open just as his hand moves towards the door handle, he jumps back with a pounding heart and a rush of emotions fills him.
a mix of relief, remnants of his previous frustration, pure joy, and cockiness fill him as he sees you back in your home, his hands almost grab you into a hug but instead clench into fists and tighten beside his body.
âmissed me already?â his lips curl into a smirk and your glare hardens, but you give him the sweetest smile in return, and yoongiâs eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
you looked furious when you left so, yoongi didnât understand the smile on your face even if his heart jumped at the smile he hadnât seen for a while now.
âdonât flatter yourself, min yoongi, iâm not back for you, iâm back for my apartmentâ you sing to him as you purposefully shove his shoulder on your way in, even running your suitcase on his toes accidentally as you walk past.
he winces and curls to grab his stinging foot, âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â yoongi growls, any idea of needing you had left him swiftly as his anger returned with a vengeance.
âoops, sorry, didnât see your foot thereâ you tried not to snicker as you said but you still had that shit-eating grin on your face and yoongi huffed, annoyance filling his every crevice.
âokay, what are you doing back here? i clearly remember you hoping that this roof falls on my head, did you come back for it to fall on yours too?â yoongi followed you as you walked to the guest bedroom, his footsteps speeding up to catch your pace but you remained one step ahead.
âyou mean, what am i doing in my house? i donât know yoongi, what do people do in their houses?â your voice was sickeningly sweet and yoongi ran a hand across his face in exasperation, âthis is our house, can you stop being sarcastic for one minute and give me a straight answer?â
âas far as i remember and you are free to correct me, both of our names are on the lease, making both of us rightful owners, why would i go anywhere else when i have a home right here?â you level your glare with him as he stares back with an unreadable expression, âare you doing this just to be petty?â yoongi thought you had come back for him but now knowing that you didnât, filled his chest with a bitter, ugly feeling.
âi have no idea what you are talking about, i am just choosing to live in my houseâ you shrug your shoulders as you put your clothes into the guest roomâs closet, yoongi looks away with furrowed eyebrows, âstop calling it your house, it is our houseâ your hand paused at the longing in his voice but remembering all the nights you went to bed crying because of him, pushed you to just keep arranging your things.
âit is mine and yours, not ours,â you concluded and yoongi tried to shake off how heavy your words made him feel, âbesides, i wonât even be bothering you anymore, think of us as roommates and nothing more until i find a new place.â
âroommates?â
âroommates.â
âyou are going to find a new place?â yoongi asks, shifting on his feet, it was strange to see you occupying a different part of the house.
âof course, why would i stay here with you for longer than required?â you planned to just ruin his life for a little while and then leave to a place where you could finally breathe.
you just staying here would ruin it enough, you thought.
âyou shouldnât even be staying here right nowâ he bit back, masking the ache in his heart with insults he normally wouldnât even think of uttering but that confirmed it for you that your decision to stay bothered him and that satiated your petty heart.
âif you have a problem with me staying, you can leave and find a new placeâ you gave him a large, sarcastic grin and yoongiâs eyes further narrowed on you. âi donât give a fuck about you staying or leaving, just stay out of my wayâ yoongi mumbled and slammed the guest door shut.
you rolled your eyes as you continued shoving your belongings in place, you couldnât wait for this lease to be over, just as much as he did.
-
the lease was supposed to be renewed after three months and you were hoping to find a place by then because as much as you taunted yoongi, you were planning to move out the next chance you get because you couldnât stay around him and hate yourself for liking him still.
you spent the first two weeks, mostly staying out of home, you couldnât stand seeing him working all day, even at home. that was why you two had fought and ultimately broken up over, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were hurt that he didnât even try to change his ways.
your eyes glared at the eggs sizzling in the pan sitting in front of you as your hands tightened impossibly around the spatula you held.
were you supposed to cook eggs with a spatula?
were the eggs supposed to look that dark in color?
was whatever youâre holding, even a spatula?
your head tilted in confusion as you tried to rake your brain for things you learned from cooking shows and let out a sigh of frustration as the eggs you flipped had smoke coming out of them.
you never had to worry about cooking, as busy as yoongi got, he always made sure you at least had leftovers to heat up before he left for work but you would rather plunge yourself on a bed of legos than ask him to make your food.
besides, you could do this yourself, you have done much more difficult things than this in life, a couple of eggs and bread werenât going to be that hard.
âare you seriously using a scooper?â you heard a low, groggy voice from across the room and you sucked in a breath, face heating up in embarrassment.
so, you werenât using a spatula after all.
you stiffly nodded and yoongi snickered, âif you need a ride to the hospital after eating whatever you made, i will be happy to take you.â
you turned around with an annoyed huff, âas if you have time for anything besides being holed up in your studio, i will die before you even come and get me.â yoongiâs jaw tightened as you pointed your spatula (scooper) at him, and then, he released a long breath as another grin graced his face, âso, you agree? you agree that you will end up in the hospital after eating this?â
âeven if i do, i donât see how itâs any of your goddamn business, min yoongi, just make your fucking breakfast and donât be such an insufferable roommateâ maybe your words were harsher than needed, but you couldnât stand being around him and not hurt him, as he had hurt you over the course of the past few weeks.
yoongi didnât retaliate which only made you feel worse, but you held your chin high in defiance of your own guilt as he did exactly as you told, he kept quiet and made his breakfast.
and of course, he made a huge spread of everything from bagels to smoothies to chocolate pancakes, he put them right in front of you as he sat on the opposite side of the long island table as you stared down at your burnt eggs and bread with a clenched jaw.
for yoongi, work could wait right now but annoying you couldnât.
âi hope you enjoy your breakfast, y/n, if you can call it thatâ yoongi gave you his brightest smile yet, the stretch on his face covering the otherwise sarcastic tone âbecause i know i will enjoy mineâ he finished by shoving a forkful of the cream cheese and chicken bagel that he knows is your favorite. he knows how much you loved it when he made it for you after a night full of love and attention.
you glare at him with annoyance crawling up your arms and legs as he lets out a moan of approval at the bite, obviously putting on a show to piss you off more, your mouth waters involuntarily as he chews slowly with nods and loud hums of satisfaction but what finally drives you mad, is when he lifts his head from eating and gives you a cheeky wink.
your hands gripping the table's edge turn white as you forcedly push your body away from the table, abandoning your sad excuse of breakfast and stomping out of the room.
you hate that you can hear yoongiâs sinister laughter even after you slam your door shut.
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this is what continues for you both, you accidentally unplug his computers, he accidentally drops juice on you right before you go to work, you accidentally break his speakers, and he accidentally puts your night plushie in the washing machine and reduces it to nothing but a shapeless fluff. the cycle continues, both of you determined to not let the other breathe peacefully, every night you slept while making a plan to destroy his day, and every morning you woke up to execute it.
it was childish, immature but it gave you the satisfaction you craved. seeing his usually passive face become irritated or waking up to his screams of frustration and curses filled you to the brim with joy.
you did start to question why you enjoyed it so much though, sure you wanted to give him hell but the whole process of planning it wasnât what made you satisfied, it was purely his reaction to it.
âyou just want his attention againâ your dear friend, jennie, mutters as she glares at you while sipping her bubble tea. you immediately scoff at her; she had no idea what she was talking about.
âno, i want him to sufferâ you correct her and she shakes her head at you, putting her drink down and leaning forward with furrowed eyebrows. âi worry about you, you know.â
âwhy? iâm perfectly fineâ you shrug because you donât see anything that she needs to worry about, you are moving on, you are making yoongi suffer like you wanted to, your work performance is still intact, and everything was smooth sailing. âno, you are not. i thought it was weird that you wanted to stay in the same house as your ex, but i didnât say anything because you were in a sensitive place then. now, you have to admit that you are delaying staying away from him.â
âiâm staying in a house that i own and that i am paying rent for, it has nothing to do with min yoongi.â you jab a finger on the table as irritation fills you, but you also feel embarrassed? humiliation crawls on your insides as you try to maintain a passive face. jennieâs face softens and she reaches out for your hand, âi know how much he hurt you, donât punish yourself by thinking you have to prove to anyone that you want to hurt him as he did you. your pain doesnât need justification.â
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you couldnât sleep that night, all you could think of was jennieâs face as she uttered those words, her gentle hands keeping you anchored to the real world, the world where min yoongi shredded you to pieces without caring or knowing about it. before you know it, you feel tears escape down the side of your eyes and your hand shakily reaches out to muffle your sobs.
why couldnât you just stop caring?
why couldnât you up and leave?
what kept you tethered to a relationship that was void before you ever called it off?
and why couldnât you just fucking stop crying?
you wanted to let your hand go, so yoongi can listen to your wails, to what heâs done to you, the damage heâs caused, the broken pieces that you struggle to pick up, maybe in some sick way, you want him to come and wipe your tears away, maybe you just want him to show up this once, to make up for all the months he didnât. but you donât let it go, you hold it tighter against your face because as much as you want him to know, you canât. you canât have him find out that your tears were because and for him.
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you didnât have to justify your pain but you did have to prove that you were moving on, so against jennieâs and all your friendâs better judgment, you decided a date night would just be enough to prove that you didnât care about yoongi or whatever you had with him anymore.
you hummed lightly as you got your favorite dress out, it had an open back and whenever you wore it, yoongi couldnât stop touchin-
this isnât about him.
you huff in annoyance at your own thoughts as you lay your dress down on the bed, you are not thinking about him, not today and not ever, today is only about your date, you are going to have a good time, get lightly tipsy, and maybe even have a full-blown make out session if you get drunk enough for it and you will not think of yoongi at all.
you took a deep breath in as you started doing your makeup.
how long has it been since you got ready for a date? at least, a date that didnât get canceled as soon as you were ready. your makeup brush slows in your hand as your heart starts feeling heavy again. you didnât bother getting ready for anything if it was not with yoongi even when he canceled, even when he pleaded with you that he would be there and left you hanging.
you gave such little regard for yourself and you feel angry that you didnât put yourself first, that you didnât fight him right then and there, you feel irritated that you quenched your needs for as long as he made you wait.
 you start getting ready with more aggression after that, you were definitely going to put yourself first now, yoongi gets none of you. you donât need him for anything anymore.
except for maybe one thing.
you stand in front of the mirror with a scowl, your arms awkwardly bent to try and zip your dress up but your fingers are just out of reach for it, you start to hop awkwardly hoping that somehow hopping around will magically zip your dress up and start to groan in frustration.
âare you auditioning to be a kangaroo?â
you pause with gritted teeth at his amused voice coming from the doorway that you didnât realize was wide open all this time.
this canât be happening right now.
âcan you fuck off?â
âand you will go out with your zip wide open, got it, i will be taking my leave.â He snickers and starts to head out, only to pause when a whine comes up your throat, you bite your lip to swallow your pride because you donât want to ask him, but you have no choice.
âyoongi, can y-â
âcan i?â he turns around in a flash, leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face, that you want to slap off.
âcan you zip my dress up?â you mumble out in a rush and shift your feet to face him with half your body. yoongi whistles, looking away, acting like he didnât hear you at all, and your eyes drop into a glare, you can already feel your irritation crawling up your skin.
âyou heard me, stop acting like a kid.â you scowl at him as you stomp your foot.
âi did but a âpleaseâ would be nice, you know, zipping a dress is tough work and i canât just hand it out for free.â he was enjoying this way too much but his heart was dipping continuously as he kept looking at you from the corner of his eye.
when was the last time he saw you, all dressed up?
why canât he remember the last time he took you out?
why canât he remember the last time he fell asleep and woke up with you?
he clears his throat loudly as he makes his way across the room, your glare stays on yoongi as he approaches you but you donât miss how his eyes stay downward as he walks with slow steps. you tilt your head in confusion as you push your hair to the side, to let him zip you up.
but he never does.
he stands behind you, looking in the mirror as you hold your hair up, he looks at you through the mirror, and your eyes meet his.
yoongi doesnât look away.
you donât look away.
your zip is long but forgotten.
and suddenly, you feel like the room is running out of air for you to breathe in.
you hadnât been this close to yoongi in so long.
you canât tell if heâs thinking the same thing, you canât tell if heâs finding it hard to find air right now too, you canât tell if his heart is beating as loudly as yours.
but sorrow fills you because, in all these months, yoongi has come this close to you, only to zip the dress that youâre wearing on a date with someone else.
âyoongi.â you whisper, so quietly, so delicately, as if you canât bear to utter his name but you have to.
âright, zip.â he shakes his head at himself, quickly looking downwards and his handâs ghost on the skin exposed to him, yoongi is suddenly unsure if he can zip you up or not, heâs unsure if his hands will let him only zip you up, heâs unsure of where that would lead to.
âwhere are you headed to?â yoongi tries to sound casual as clears his throat and his fingers finally catch the small zip at the dip of your dress, he takes his sweet time dragging it up, his eyes savoring every inch of skin he hasnât touched.
you hesitate, you donât want to tell him. actually, maybe you do, maybe you wanted him to know before but after the shift in the very air around you, it feels wrong. âa date.â your answer leaves you in a choke, just as he finishes pulling the zip all the way to the top.
he removes his hands from you like heâs been stung, and he steps back, yoongi doesnât even breathe as he stands unmoving.
air rushes in your lungs once you notice the conflict in yoongiâs eyes, once you recognize the conflict forming a knot in your stomach and even air seems like too much for you.
the moment is over and you can feel your defenses climbing up too.
you are ready to fight him, you are ready to argue that you both were done, and that what you do with your time is none of his business and it never will be, and that you can kiss, fuck, do whatever you want with whomever you want.
because you two were done.
because you two were done.
that statement didnât feel real until this second. something about the statement felt like the most incorrect thing in the world to yoongi.
but he wonât say it.
he wonât hurt you anymore.
he canât hurt you anymore.
âhave fun.â his words are low, and curt and they fall into the silence around you both in a loud thud as yoongi quickly walks out of the room.
you are left in your dress, with a date you were going to be late to and a heart so heavy, you feel that you will drop it at your doorstep before heading out.
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âisnât that so exciting?â your date beams at you.
heâs cute, well accomplished from what youâre told and he seems interested in you.
you wish you could say the same.
but all your responses to him have been one-line sentences and tight smiles.
along with your pre-existing obsessive thoughts of yoongi and that goddamn zip, guilt bleeds into your system and so does dread.
guilt, because your date is as good as dates come, and he already mentioned that he would be more than willing to take time out for you and that he will be available whenever you want, that the next date will be whenever you are comfortable.
which should excite you.
which should delight you.
it should make you the happiest person in the world that heâs so openly giving you his time even if you are meeting him for the first time, it should make you the happiest that he seems enamored by you, that he wants to know so much about you. your friend had mentioned that this guy had been asking about you for a while and that when she asked, he had jumped in joy at the idea of going on a date with you, this should make you happy.
but it doesnât, it sits bitterly in your mouth that it doesnât make you feel a single thing.
you felt a million more flutters, kicks, and tingles in that one-minute yoongi zipped your dress up than you have for the past hour sitting opposite to your date.
dread also, slowly but surely, starts to consume you from the inside out. it scares you that maybe you will never feel all of that with another person, that you have somehow run out of sensation when it comes to someone else, it scares you that this might be forever, that you will never truly move on, that you can ever only pretend to move on.
maybe if someone else touches you.
maybe if someone else feels you.
maybe you have a chance of forgetting the ghost that yoongi left on your skin, maybe if someone else kisses you, you will be able to forget how his lips felt.
maybe if someone else could be exactly like yoongi but not like yoongi at the same time, you can survive this.
thereâs no one like yoongi.
and you canât do this anymore.
you stand up abruptly, your mind too loud to let you sit and listen to one more word that didnât come from yoongi. your date sits up alarmed, quickly reaching for your hand to ask you what was wrong, to check up on you.
he is touching you.
his hands grip your fingers tightly.
he wonât let go until you do.
there is security in his touch.
but.
nothing.
you feel nothing.
your breathing stills at the realization.
your body doesnât even bother with his hands on yours, it doesnât even register that a person is holding your hand, asking if youâre okay. your body hates you.
before you know it, you are rushing out a half-assed apology and running out of the restaurant leaving your date confused and hurt.
you wish you could turn back and tell him you felt the same.
you were confused and hurt too, just for someone else.
-
a defeated weight held your head down as you walk back to your home.
the home that you share with your ex.
if you were in a better mood, you would maybe laugh at the situation youâve put yourself in, maybe laugh at how ridiculous all of this is but you canât bring yourself to even walk without feeling like the world was crashing on you.
yoongi heard your footsteps out in the corridor and he jumps back from the door he had pressed his ear against, running to the couch before you reach the doorknob. and just as the door clicks open, he snuggles himself into the blanket on the couch and evens his breath to pretend like heâs just casually fallen asleep on the sofa with a movie playing.
he wasnât pacing by the front door a million times, trying to listen in to when you would come back.
he wasnât going to reach for his car keys and come to find you.
and yoongi definitely didnât feel the jealousy burning in his throat since the second you walked out for a date with someone else.
yoongi hears a thud and opens his eyes to the smallest amount he can see.
and he sees you.
that dress still takes his breath away.
but he can hear your breathing too.
itâs uneven, rough, and too quick, just like how it always is when you feel overwhelmed or frustrated.
yoongi stiffens in his position, both concern and anger filling him and the blanket slips from his shoulder a little.
was it because of your date?
did he do something to you?
were you alright?
his heart thumps uncomfortably as your step near his figure, he doesnât know if you can tell that heâs pretending or not.
then you sit right by where heâs laid, on the floor, another defeated sigh leaving your lips, and yoongi wonders of the ways he could kill your date for making you like this.
little did he know, it was because of him.
âi canât do it, yoongiâ you whisper, seemingly to no one even if you use his name like you donât want him to hear and yoongi confirms that you believe his act.
âi canât seem to move onâ a sad and tired chuckle follows that sentence and yoongiâs skin burns underneath the blanket, heâs never heard you this way. âand i know you have, i know you moved on a long time, long before we ever broke up but i canât. even if you have, i canât.â tears build in your eyes as you try to blink them away, you felt ridiculous, talking to him when he was asleep.
but you couldnât help it, there was so much you wanted to say but you never got the chance to.
âi canât hate you for moving on, but i can hate our situation for making it so hard for me to move on, i can hate myself for ever loving you, i can hate a lot of thingsâ you nod to yourself, yoongiâs fists curl on his chest, if only he could throw the blanket away and take you in his arms. if only it was that easy.
âi canât hate you, i can never hate youâ you finish, your head falls with the weight of every thought you had.
if only you could tell him this when he wasnât sleeping, if only he made it easier for you to say it to him.
yoongiâs lips purse, out of all the things he thought you would end the sentence with, that wasnât one of them.
he was prepared for you to insult him in the vilest way possible.
he was prepared for you to blame him; he was prepared to take the blame.
but he wasnât prepared for what you said or how you said it.
he wasnât prepared for the sad kind of joy that filled his heart.
his joy was a paradox, too many faces for him to feel it at all.
you got up, turning the television off and pausing to look at him before you disappeared into your room and prepared yourself for yet another day of pretending to hate him.
yoongi could feel the weight of your gaze on him. he foolishly wonders if his hair is looking okay today, if the pajamas he chose today looked good on him, if he was looking presentable.
he canât help it, you are standing in your prettiest dress and yoongi knows no one can be more beautiful than you, in that dress, in any dress, or in nothing at all. he only wants to be worthy of you.
then you do something that makes yoongi choke back a long breath.
you tuck his blanket back in place and your hands make quick work to cover his ears sufficiently.
itâs a simple action but it makes yoongi feel everything he did for you when he confessed his crush to you all those years ago.
then you step back and pad away quickly to your room and once your door falls shut, yoongi sits up immediately, breathing heavily.
he buries his head in his hands as frustration and something so similar to grief run through him in waves.
was he really stupid enough to let you go?
why did he feel regret now, when everything was concluded?
why did you have to tell him all of that?
his heart ached, his fingers ached, all of it was for you. and he looks at your door longingly.
you were wrong, yoongi thought. yoongi would die before he ever moved on from you.
and he never really let up a chance to prove you wrong.
at your door, his hand pauses in the middle of knocking when he hears your sobs on the other side.
if someone ripped his heart out, it would probably hurt less than this.
how badly he wanted to break down the door and hug you until your tears became his.
how badly he wished to caress your hair until you fell asleep.
how badly he wished you would fall asleep in his arms.
how badly he wished, against his awareness of the selfish nature of his wish, to see you in that dress one last time.
yoongi could open the door, he could do all of this, he could grant himself everything he wishes for but the door wasnât the only barrier between you two and he became painfully aware of all the invisible barriers you both held up now.
he canât just leave and come back when he wants, it wasnât fair on you.
so, yoongi, regretfully and slowly, takes a step back and disappears into his studio where he catches no sleep.
but hey, he could at least finish a song that night.
that night, yoongi knew he was lying to himself if he said that he didnât love you anymore. but he was also on thin ice with you, yoongi was going to try his best to stay on the surface.
this would be the last song he would make for a while, he had more important things on his checklist.
-
the smell of-
was that cream cheese?
your groggy, half-asleep mind somehow registers the waft of bagels and cream cheese in the air, which is enough to pull yourself out of bed.
with tangled hair and puffy eyes, you pad into the kitchen with a narrowed gaze.
of course, itâs yoongi.
you glare at his back which moves constantly to put together a cream cheese and chicken bagel which was, as mentioned, your favorite. usually, you would appreciate this view, usually, you would go give him a back-hug as he cooked for you but you knew it wasnât for you.
âdo you have to torture me like this?â you whine out, and yoongi snickers, his apron tightening around his waist as he turns around to look at you, âgood morning to you too, you look bright as ever this morningâ he gives you his best smile and you return a sarcastic one.
despite his aloof attitude, yoongi was trembling on the inside because he knows there is no single right way to win you back, he would have to earn it, and he would have to work on it every single day.
but if it was going to take forever to win you back, yoongi would try forever.
you buried your pounding head in your hands as you took a seat at the table, wondering how you were going to cook for yourself again without accidentally setting something or yourself on fire.
then, a glass of water with advil comes into view and you look up to see yoongi immediately backing away to work on breakfast again.
âare you trying to drug me?â
âis it working?â
you canât help the small smile forming at his amused tone, but you donât say anything which makes yoongi sigh in failing irritation. âcome on, itâs just advil. you donât need me to drug you, you do that with your cooking every day.â
âgeez, thanks for reminding me iâm not freaking gordon ramsay in the kitchenâ you continue his banter, somehow, youâre in a good mood even after how terribly last night ended. you go mute when he places a plate filled with your favorite bagel, an omelet, bacon, and even mini jam sandwiches in it.
you just stare at the plate before dragging your gaze to yoongi who turns away once again, this time with a dust of pink on his full cheeks that you catch.
âyour side of the table is that wayâ you point to the opposite side, albeit regretfully because itâs been a while since you have had a proper, not-burnt breakfast, but he must have mistakenly placed this beautiful plate of food in front of you.
it has to be a mistake.
thereâs no other reason for yoongi to feed you.
but oh, yoongiâs just so full of surprises.
âthat oneâs for you.â he shrugs casually as if it was normal to make you breakfast, after heâs only eaten it in front of you for a few weeks.
âwhat?â
âdo you have hearing problems?â
âdo you have mental problems?â
âyeah, but a dining table is hardly an appropriate place to discuss those, donât you think?â maybe it was his flat tone as he said, indicative of his sense of humor, maybe you were just in a more fantastic mood than you had anticipated.
but you burst out laughing. you couldnât help it; your laughter took over your entire system.
you canât remember the last time you laughed like that.
yoongi had always managed to make you laugh or smile; this magical ability made you fall for him hard and fast, and after a rough day, he was the reason you at least slept peacefully, when you were together.
when you were together.
right, that wasnât you two anymore.
that realization slows your laughter to a hesitant chuckle, yoongi wishes he didnât notice that shift.
"donât try to cook ever again if you want this roof over our head.â he jokes again as he sits down on his side of the table, suddenly the table seems too long to him and he hopes youâll laugh again.
"are you saying you'll kick me out?" you dramatically gasp at him with an undeniable smile on your face.
itâs all right, yoongi will take a smile too.
"Iâm saying you'll burn it down.â he continues with a playful whine that has you giggling again, swinging your legs under the table, a true indicator of your happiness in that minute which yoongi doesnât miss.
âdonât you have work today?â you ask, finally digging into your food as yoongi does to his.
god, thatâs good.
you swear his hands are magic.
âi took the day offâ yoongi shrugs again, the second time heâs shrugging over things that arenât half as casual as he makes them seem.
as long as you know, yoongi only ever took one day off, which was on your first anniversary.
he was always late to the other anniversaries.
you try not to think of that now, especially when both of you were in a civil mood.
âwhy, are you sick or something?â though concern fills you, you donât let it show as you stuff your mouth.
ânope, just like that.â you hum in reply with poorly contained surprise.
âi donât have work today either.â you donât know why you tell him but you do.
âi know.â
âokay.â
âokay.â
you feel embarrassed at the disappointment that filled you when he didnât say anything about it, what did you expect he was going to do, ask you for a date? if he wanted to, he would have done it when you were together.
âdo you want to watch a movie?â
you almost drop your fork.
yoongi is surely full of surprises because you donât even process his request for a second.
âwhat?â
âdo you really have hearing problems?â
âno, i just didnât quite catch what you said. are you asking me to watch a movie with you?â you repeat his words in disbelief, the plate of food that you loved so much, completely forgotten on the table.
âyes, that is what i said.â he confirms and you tilt your head in suspicion that yoongi notices too quickly which causes him to rush out, âas roommates.â it pains him to say it but he canât come up with anything else to convince you.
âas roommates?â your confusion only grows.
âas roommates.â
âbut why?â you canât help but ask.
âjust think of it as me trying not to be an insufferable roommateâ he offers his explanation and in theory, in practicality, it makes perfect sense.
but both of you know itâs not that simple.
nevertheless, you donât pry anymore.
yoongiâs shoulders fall in defeat when you donât agree or deny, he just watches you continue to eat his food with furrowed eyebrows.
he took it too far, he shouldâve stopped with breakfast today and tried to convince you to a movie another day, when youâve warmed up more to him. you are probably still stuck in whatever happened last night and want your space.
âthereâs this new horror one i saw on instagram the other day, i must have the link somewhere, iâll put it on in a bit.â you look away with heated cheeks as you struggle to swallow your food.
oh.
you just agreed to the movie.
yoongi believes he could fly.
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âman, this is not as scary as everyone said it wasâ you complain through a mouthful of popcorn, and yoongi nods in agreement, stuffing his face with a handful of popcorn too.
âby the wayâ yoongi sits up after hours of slouching on the couch and you signal for him to continue. âhow did your date go yesterday?â he mutters, as casually as he could, reaching for more popcorn to avoid the tension surrounding the question.
last night comes back in flashes, your cute date, running away from the cute date, coming home to yoongi and confessing you would never get over him, covering him with a blanket and crying yourself to sleep.
shit, did he hear you?
âit went well, i came home pretty late though.â the lie tumbles out of you in lack of a better response.
yoongi knows youâre lying but heâs happy to play along with you because last night did a number on him too.
âglad to know it went well. i wouldnât know when you came, i fell asleep watching some documentaryâ he munches on his popcorn loudly, he misses the error in his lie.
he wasnât watching a documentary.
he was watching âfinding nemoâ.
and you know that because you were the one who shut the tv off.
you know that heâs lying. but instead of confronting him about that and that possibly leading to a conversation about what you uttered into the night, thinking he was asleep, wasnât a risk you were willing to take.
âright, i did see you asleep.â
and i poured my heart out, right next to you.
yoongi in unaware his lie is caught; you prefer that he stays unaware. because if anything you said last night is what prompted him to act the way he did today, you are glad it didnât all go to waste.
âwe should sleepâ he slouches back on the couch, too close to you, heâs hyperaware of your arms pressing against his but now that heâs already fallen back, he canât quite get up as easily anymore.
he doesnât want to get up.
âwe should.â you agree.
neither of you moves a single inch.
laughter explodes into the room at that, both of your heads falling to the side to look at each other with squinted eyes full of happiness.
but when the laughter dies down and you are left to catch your breath, you are suddenly too aware of yoongiâs face being so close to yours, you donât move away.
yoongi knows you know that you two are far too close.
he doesnât move away either.
you start to lean in, your body is on autopilot as your hands sneak up to sit on the top of his knee, yoongi shudders from your touch.
how long had he gone without it?
how had he survived for so long?
how did his heart continue to beat without yours in his hands?
he panics internally as his hands come up to grab onto the sides of your face, like he wonât let go, like letting you go once was enough pain for him.
and when your lips touch, every bit of control you had left on your body evaporates into the air around you, you are grabbing his hair, and he is pulling you closer, and not once do you stop to take a breath.
because you know that when this moment is over, both of you wonât speak a word about it.
you canât remember the last time yoongi kissed you this way, like his hands would disappear if they werenât holding you, like his entire life purpose was to take your breath away and never give it back, like every part of him had been aching to do this.
and then it does end, painfully, too slowly, you pull away before your chest burns away, he pulls away because he has to.
you were right.
you donât speak a word about it.
-
there was no âgood nightâ after that, there was no âsee you laterâ, there was nothing left in that moment except the hope stored away in yoongiâs eyes. you pretend you donât notice it as you, once again, eat the food he makes you in the morning.
yoongi knows he has to say sorry though, he hadnât planned on that happening, he was just another lucky idiot that night, he was aware enough to know it wasnât right for two to do that even if youâve been together for years.
things were different and yoongi always hated change but he had to overcome this change instead of walking away from it, if he wanted to even dream of having you back.
so, he is the one who starts the uncomfortable conversation that youâd been anxiously waiting for.
âabout last night-â
âyou donât have to worry about it.â you answer, as quick as lighting, and you even surprise yourself with your speed.
âoh?â yoongi raises an eyebrow at you.
what the fuck was he supposed to understand from that?
âcome on yoongi, itâs not like we havenât done it beforeâ your chuckle following your words, is uncomfortable, tight, and completely unnatural.
ârightâ yoongi drawls, still not quite getting what you were hinting at.
were you okay with it?
were you not?
would he just have to kiss you again to find out?
âit was just a mistake, it happens, itâs not a big deal, iâm still moving out, you are still very much in love with your career, we donât have to discuss it anymoreâ you eat as you speak, trying to bury the longing and bitterness in your voice with cold cereal.
so, that is what you meant.
yoongi doesnât reply as his head stays down, he gets up soon after, cleaning up after himself and you, he doesnât speak a single word or spare you a glance and disappears into his studio.
you are all too familiar with this scene.
you only watch as he does all this, you wouldnât admit to another living soul that your heart grew heavier than it had ever been and that your chest felt tight enough to snap.
yoongi angrily walks around his studio, you could think it was a mistake but yoongi would break his computer before calling it a mistake.
but he realized he still had a long way to go.
yoongi had to be patient, he had no other choice.
but he doesnât realize every second he goes by without telling you what was weighing on his heart, was another second your already dying hope vanished.
he canât help but think back on the day he overheard you talking to your friend about your relationship, he subconsciously never really let go of that day, that day, he concluded that it was out of yoongiâs hands to do anything.
âi canât believe you called, itâs been way too longâ he heard your sigh of happiness outside the door, and yoongi paused, he doesnât exactly know why he stayed to listen but he does.
your relationship, by then, had already been on the rocks, but neither of you acknowledged it.
âi wasnât going to call, but rumi was telling me you were on a date with a certain someoneâ your friend sang from the other side of the speaker, clearly trying to tease you but you donât say anything to that.
yoongi knows why you went silent, making him dig his heels deeper and listen closely to see what you would say.
âyeah, about thatâ you let out a hesitant chuckle, your voice struggling to keep your cheery tone. âhey, you good? what happened?â your friendâs concern was palpable and yoongi almost scoffed at her, he cared about you too, it wasnât just her.
but yoongi couldnât deny the weeks you both had gone without so much as exchanging a proper conversation.
yoongi would never take the blame for it, though.
âwe didnât end up goingâ yoongi peeks through the door to see your face turned away from the camera and he hated that he noticed the pain etched in your furrowed eyebrows. your friend stayed silent at your simple, but heavy answer, she could tell this wasnât the first time it happened.
âbut today is your anniversary?â
âit is.â you agree with a gulp, still refusing to meet her gaze.
âhow long has this been going on?â her voice comes softly, so softly that your chin starts to wobble.
ânothingâs been going on, yoongi and i are fine.â you wanted to believe your words but anyone with two eyes and ears could see nothing was fine with you two.
âis that what you are telling yourself?â
âwhat else am i supposed to do?â your glare turns sharp and angry, you were fed up with everyone coddling you, you felt claustrophobic enough when you were with yourself.
âyou know, if you want to cry, you can. none of us would judge you, you know that very well.â she tries to comfort you and yoongiâs breath turns impatient.
why was she trying so hard to convince you something was wrong, when you were telling her that everything was fine?
why did yoongi feel like she was trying to start a fight?
why did yoongi, a small part of him, feel like a fight was inevitable?
âthereâs nothing to cry about, my boyfriend is just busy for an anniversary that might come again, it isnât as important as what he does.â as you say it, a dread falls over both you and yoongi that there might not be another anniversary.
his heart free falls to his feet.
he had been busy; he wasnât lying about that but yoongi hadnât checked on you all this while. he canât remember how many dates he canceled.
but that wasnât his fault, that was life, that was his life and you knew about his life before you entered it.
it couldnât be yoongiâs fault, it had to be yours.
yoongiâs eyebrows scrunch in bitterness at the defeat in your voice, at the absurdity of the situation he never thought you two would have to be in, at the world for keeping you apart.
he looks away just when your sobs break the silence in the room.
âi thought i couldnât breathe without yoongi, but i am, i am living many days without him, with only glances of him, i am living and breathing.â yoongiâs head leaves the doorway before you finish your sentence. if you wanted to live without him, he would let you go, he didnât need you to stay out of pity.
âbut it all hurts, and i donât want to do any of that without himâ is what he fails to catch in his anger.
yoongi looks back at the day mournfully now, he shouldâve taken you out right then and there, he shouldnât have given up just because it seemed like you did, his head falls in his hands as he rakes his hands through his hair in agitated motions.
he wasnât sure if he could win you back.
but he wasnât going to give up, he wasnât going to make that mistake again.
-
your days continued, as usual, he made you breakfast and packed you lunch, did your laundry and set them aside, he made sure you ate after you got off work and you both watched a movie or listened to songs together, or anything at all, together at the end of the day.
you were feeling good.
too good.
things were going well enough to make you nervous because suddenly, everything you knew from your breakup to the two weeks of enmity that followed those two weeks, changed drastically.
it felt like everything went back to the way it was and as much as you should be enjoying it, you didnât, without confirmation of where you both stood, you couldnât.
and soon, there came a catalyst that changed everything once again.
it was a mistake.
yoongi would never intentionally do this.
he took your pile of clothes as he usually does, placing them in a bucket and preparing to do your laundry along with his.
yoongiâs heart thrums in satisfaction as he places them in the washing machine, he always felt good doing chores for you, he doesnât know why and with how well things were going, he dances and sings his way to the laundry detergent and whistles happily as he pours it heavily over your clothes, making sure to add extra fabric softener.
he leaves to do some light work in his studio, not knowing the mistake he committed.
yoongi was gunning to ruin your life, you were so sure of it.
nothing else could explain your sopping wet blouses, supposed to be white, at your feet.
you gape in horror as you pick the pile apart frantically to search for any blouses that could be salvaged, after all, these were all you wore to work, and your head falls in defeat once you see all of them in multi-colors instead of their usual stark white.
your hands tighten by your side as you feel hot all over with pure rage, you quickly grab the ex-white blouses and storm into the living room where yoongi scrolls casually on his phone, his pout whistles out tunes which fade away as he catches sight of your heavy steps towards him.
you throw your blouses at his feet and your nose flares, yoongi jumps in his seat.
âwhat the fuck happened?â he gasps out, not understanding the anger in your eyes.
âyoongi, this isnât funny.â you manage to say beyond gritted teeth and he scrunches his eyebrows.
âwhat isnât funny?â he frowns in confusion.
âstop acting dumb, i will fucking force detergent down your throatâ that raises concern in him, he looks down at the pile of clothes by his feet.
none of the whites were whites anymore.
fuck.
âokay, listen i swear this is an accident, iâll get you new on-â
âi wear these to work! what is wrong with you?â you point down at the pathetic pile of clothes by his feet with hands shaking from anger.
âyou know, i wouldnât do this intentionally, i am aware you wear these to work, letâs go out now and get you new shirts, iâm sure some shops will be openâ he gets up from his seat, searching for his keys.
âdonât act dumb yoongi, it doesnât suit you at all.â
yoongi starts getting frustrated, why donât you believe him?
âletâs go and get them before the shops closeâ he tries to remain calm.
âiâm not going anywhere with you.â you stay rooted in your place and yoongiâs patience starts to run thin. âiâm telling you, it was a mistake, iâm not crazy enough to do this intentionally, now letâs not fight and get you shirts you need for tomorrow before we canât.â
âdonât act like you are some hero, you are the one who ruined them!â you donât understand why you are so angry or why you canât seem to move from where you stood.
âand iâm trying to fix it.â he grumbles out, slamming the keys on the counter beside him.
you stare at the keys with heavy breaths and he stares at you, his anger melting as quickly as it came to the surface.
âletâs go.â he takes the keys in his hands again.
maybe it was the confusion that finally manifested with an ugly head.
maybe you hated how comfortable you got around yoongi again.
maybe you are seeing nothing but all his mistakes until that minute.
maybe you arenât being fair at all.
but you snap.
âyou think you are the only one who does important work?â you didnât mean to get personal or bring up the topic that broke you both up again, but you couldnât help it. your arms cross against your chest as yoongi spins on his heels to turn back to you.
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âyou clearly think you are the only one in the entire world who does meaningful work, the rest of us are just slaving away for money and security, but of course, the great min yoongi works for the greater good, for the comfort of many, for millions who adore him, that is why any work that is not his, is not valuableâ your voice drips with venom and mocking as you take slow steps towards him, yoongiâs face falls into his usual glare as he watches you speak.
you poke your finger against his chest, your voice quivering with poorly controlled fury, âwho the fuck do you think you are? do you think that writing a few songs and getting some records will erase how horrible you make people you are supposed to love, feel? do you think that you can get away with everything because your name is not just a name, but also a brand? i can at least say that my name belongs and serves only me, can you? you are nothing but walking merchandise that anyone can buy.â again, you never meant to say all of that, you know better than to call anyone an object but that was the thing about your anger, your anger had the power of making you say the most vicious words in the world and you had never learned to control it.
âyou donât mean thatâ yoongi forces himself to say because those words from anyone else, wouldnât mean jack shit to him but coming from you, they speared his heart over and over again. he waits, he waits with his sinking heart that you would agree with him, he doesnât believe in god but at that moment, he wished for every power to let you agree with him.
the air grew heavier around you both as you let out a sarcastic laugh.
âi have never meant anything more. you fucked with my work life, you know how much of an asshole my manager is about dress codes but you did the one thing that could ruin weeks of work for me, and you did it all by yourself, so congratulations min yoongi, you have once again proved to be the worst thing to ever happen to meâ you clapped slowly as you stepped away from him, your face grim and dark as you turn away.
yoongiâs heart clenches as your words circle his body in a dangerous tornado.
walking merchandise that anyone can buy.
walking merchandise that anyone can buy.
walking merchandise that anyone can buy.
walking merchandise that anyone can b-
your glare slips as the words you uttered sink into your skin, and by the time you turn back around, yoongiâs eyes already gathered enough tears that they run down his face.
âis that what youâve thought of me till now?â his voice breaks and so does your heart. âyoongi, no-â you step towards him but he backs away, his defenses climb back right infront of your eyes as his body suddenly looks too far away.
âthatâs not fair, you donât get to tell me now, that you thought i was merchandise, that i keep hurting everyone i love, when all iâve done these past weeks is try and win you back.â your world stops spinning as yoongi admits to his trials.
you feel like the biggest asshole in the world.
âyoongi, you were right, i didnât mean-â you walk over to him with hesitant steps, he doesnât back away this time but he doesnât let you finish either.
âi know iâll never be worthy of you, i know i can only try but iâm trying, god knows iâm fucking trying because even if you can live and breathe without me, i canât do any of that without you.â your own eyes start to tear up as you reach to wipe the wetness of his cheeks and yoongi takes a shaky breathe in as his face involuntarily cuddles into your palm.
âand you were wrong that night, i will never move on from you, i am simply not capable of moving on from you, because i have never loved anyone more than iâve loved you, iâve never wanted someone as much as i have wanted you, every bit of me belongs to you, none of me is mine anymore. and it took you being away for me to realize that.â yoongiâs confession stops time and space. he feels exposed like someone stripped him naked and threw him into traffic but he finally lets you know everything heâs dreamed of telling you.
you press your forehead against him with a wobbling chin and cup his face with shaky hands.
âdid you ever think, that by loving me, you were hurting me too?â you needed him to know the extent of his pain, the depth of his scars. yoongi lets you tell him, he needed to know as well.
âevery day, i waited.â the ball in your throat gets tighter as you speak and yoongi hates that heâs the reason why.
âevery single date you canceled, every night i fell asleep without you, every meal i had without you, all those days i went without seeing you, i need you to know that it killed me slowly, that it made me a shell of the person i am.â yoongi felt shame rushing through him at your words, at the pain he caused you.
he would understand if you didnât let him in again.
he wouldnât try again if you didnât want him to, he has too much respect for you.
âi love you too much to not give you a chance, heck i would probably give you a chance even if you donât ask for it.â he looks up with blurry eyes.
âbut i need to believe that it will be different this time, not just know that it will be.â you step away at that, staring at yoongi who was left standing with a burden that suddenly fell on his shoulders.
how was he supposed to make you believe that?
could you not trust his word alone?
but then again, his words havenât exactly ended things well for you both.
âhow do you want me to show you?â he needed to know, there was nothing he needed to know more.
your breathing stalls at his words.
âplease tell me.â his voice breaks as he whispers that, yoongiâs eyes gathering tears again and your heart falls to your feet at the redness coating his eyes.
you wished none of today would have happened.
âyoongi.â you whisper back but you donât even know what he could do to mend things, you are not sure he can but you canât deny him a chance.
you donât have an answer for him.
âi am going apartment hunting soonâ you confess finally, and he feels his breath get knocked out of his chest. âoh really?â he asks, sniffing as he looks away.
âmy friend knows this real estate agent person who set me up for a few tours, you have to understand why i had to do it.â he knows exactly why you had to do it and he hated knowing that it was all because of him.
but he wasnât going to give up after ripping his heart out for you.
âiâll come with you.â yoongi nods and you frown at him, âyoongi, you really donât have to, i know you are bus-â he cuts you off, âi am not busy, let me come with you, i want to at least make sure you move into a nice place.â that was a total lie but it wasnât like yoongi had a lot of options left.
you ponder for a while, and yoongi waits patiently for your answer, he wonât push you if you deny but he will be as stubborn as he can be without frustrating you.
âfine, iâll let you know by tomorrow.â you finally give in and without another word, go back into your room. you close your door with an exhausted sigh, your face aligning with your reflection across the room.
your eyes were redder than ever and all the energy had been sucked out of your face, making you look sick and you felt sick too, your entire body was aching and you wondered if yoongi felt this way too, if he was as tired, if he felt like the world was pulling his body down, if he maybe wanted to give up because of this feeling.
you stay several minutes this way; you hadnât thought you would call yoongi merchandise. you, of all people, knew how stressful his job got but you no longer wanted to use that as an excuse for how he treated you.
âhow do you want me to show you?â
those words sent a shiver down your spine at that moment, it was the desperation that drenched his voice, the way his hands were shaking beside his body, and his eyes that looked through every inch of you, trying to find ways to convince you.
a slow knock drew you out of your mind, your hand locking around the doorknob to pull it open, and there stood the reason for all your pain and yearning.
yoongi held a tray of hot soup with ginger tea, and a bunch of chocolates, his gaze settling everywhere but at you, as he stood with shifting feet.
âyou didnât eat anything.â you didnât realize you hadnât eaten all day but apparently, yoongi had and that tightened your chest around your heart a little more, suffocating you with the love you held for him a little more.
with trembling fingers, you hoped he wouldnât notice, you take the tray from his hands and place it on a table, and yoongi turns to leave, he didnât want to bother you too much, he just wanted to make sure you ate.
you pulled on his wrist, not exactly sure of what you will do next but somehow, you needed to touch him, feel that he was real and that you both were here, so lost but still together.
ât-thank you.â you stutter out, every other word you had woven all these months stayed trapped in your mouth. yoongi stared at the hand that held his wrist, he had almost forgotten how out of breath this used to make him feel. how he used to lose nights of sleep imagining you and him, in a house, waking up next to you, falling asleep with you, long before you had both ever committed, yoongi had imagined every day in his life with you in it.
he canât believe how close he is to losing all of it.
âwe should talk, yoongi.â you feel tired but you wonât be catching any sleep in the state the both of you were in, he would spend all night worrying about you, and you would spend all night worrying about him.
yoongi silently followed you into the guest room, it was still strange for him to see you in another part of the house, he eyes the makeup that was scattered on the vanity, the clothes lying around on the sofa, your socks at the edge of the bed and as silly as it sounded, he hated that none of this mess was in the room you two shared.
âiâm still going to see the apartmentsâ you start off awkwardly, taking a seat on the bed and yoongi stood at the corner of the bed, hating that it felt wrong to sit next to you at the moment.
when had it become so bad?
âand iâm still coming with you to see them.â he concludes and gathers all his courage before plopping down next to you. if today didnât go the way it did, you would laugh at the distance between you two and pull him closer and tell him to stop acting funny, but none of that felt right.
âi think you understand you fucked upâ you say, finally looking up at his figure next to you and you shouldnât have, your resolve already was spread thin, and looking at yoongi didnât help. Â âi do.â he agrees and nods shamefully.
âwhat are you going to do to fix it?â
âanything you want me to.â his answer is quick and firm, he was prepared for anything you would ask for, but you were tired of asking.
âitâs not about what i want, yoongi. i need to believe that you want this as much as i do, and that youâre prepared to fight for it, asking me about what to do is you just handing over the responsibility to me instead of at least trying to figure it out by yourself.â he listens intently, and puts himself in your shoes.
âi took a break from work.â your eyes widen at him and you have to force your jaw shut because you couldâve imagined anything but not those words leaving yoongiâs lips of all people.
âyou, what?â
âwork is good, very good but it was keeping me from you and it was hard to make that decision but i can always work, i canât lose you. i can lose millions of dollars, this house, all my clothes, everything but nothing mounts to losing you.â
you have to force yourself to look away when he says that, because you never could have imagined that you were worth all of that and more to him and you are well aware of his deep affection for his work which makes it all the more sentimental that he was taking a break for you.
âi want to be worthy of you again, i want to spend time with you, i want to take care of you, i want to be anywhere around you as long as you want me. i thought i was working for us, for us to be comfortable, but i got selfish in the middle, and i ignored the person who kept me going when it got too hard.â he pauses, his breath shaking as his eyes fall shut. he remembers the exact second his chest almost blew up at the sight of you leaving home, he never wants to experience that again.
âitâs all on me, i shouldâve never let you feel like i didnât love you, loving you is one of the only things i can do right.â
âbesides music.â you add in hopes to lighten the mood and you are successful when a full grin grows on yoongi, one that has your cheeks warming up with joy.
âbesides music.â he agrees, âbut iâve done it for enough time now, i just want to love you, in the way you deserve to be loved. which is why iâm asking, no iâm begging for you to let me do this right, one last time.â
âwhat will change? if i say, yes?â
âall my time will be yours; all of my attention has always been yours and it will remain yours, i will make your food like i always have, we will go on dates whenever we want, and we will watch all the movies weâve wanted to watch but couldnât, weâll do everything we used to do but better. it wonât go back to how it was but i donât want us to stay as the shadow of who we used to be, because weâre meant for more than that.â he says sincerely, with his heartbeat echoing in every word and you couldnât just pretend like you didnât hear it.
âas much as i try to will this feeling away, i can never stop hoping for us.â in the next second that he utters those words, you throw yourself in his arms, and your final resolve breaks as his shaky hands snake down the length of your back like he canât believe he gets to hold you like this again.
the first tear slips without knowledge, secretly and it disappears in his shoulder, his tear disappears in the crook of your neck. the tears that follow, fall shamelessly, without any intention of stopping and none of you say another word, not another âi need you to stay because iâll lose the important piece of me if you goâ, not another âi love you, like iâve loved nothing else and losing you scares me like nothing elseâ, all of those remain unspoken but they hang in the air around you.
âi believe, with everything in me, that weâre meant for more than this.â yoongi braves to look at you, his eyes zeroing in on the curves of your cheeks, he hates that he was the reason for the tears that have fallen on them.
he canât let it ever happen again.
âdo you?â
-
âthis one has beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, i heard you have a passion for reading, so the sunlight will be perfect.â your agent says enthusiastically as he walks you through the sixth apartment youâve seen today.
âshe also has a passion for sleeping so that wonât work.â yoongi groans as he walks behind you, your face grows red as you slap him on the arm.
âif youâre going to complain about every house, just stay outside, i will look through them.â you grit your teeth at him but your heart softens when his mouth pulls into a whine, âour house is perfect, i literally donât understand why youâre moving.â
all yoongi has done since heâs stepped out of home is complain about every single house youâve been to.
âthe closet wonât hold half your clothes.â
âa big kitchen is useless for you.â
âthis literally looks like a druggieâs hideout.â
âitâs too white.â
no, you are not sure what he meant with the last one either but all you know is that heâs whisked you away from all of them before you could even consider them as options.
âweâve talked about this, and we agreed that space could do us some good, and no, our house isnât perfect, my bookshelf has no space left.â you complain lowly so that the agent doesnât hear you but lo and behold he does. yoongi, on the other hand, canât remember when he agreed that space would do you good, hell thatâs the last thing he wants.
âwhich is why this house would be perfect for you, the bedroom offers a stunning full wall bookshelf that you can stock up with all of your reads without compromising for space!â he cheerfully chatters and yoongiâs jaw tightens, he hates this agent with all his body and soul even if heâs known him for an hour.
âi can build a bookshelf from scratchâ he mumbles grumpily but he canât help the way his heart flutters when he sees you catch sight of the bookshelf. itâs everything you ever want in a bedroom, a proper vanity, a low-set bed, perfect lighting, and of course, the majestic bookshelf.
your smile grows as you trace your fingers over the plush vanity and the bookshelf and yoongiâs face breaks into a half-smile.
itâs bittersweet, to have you, but in a different house, not the home youâve built for years but yoongi would never deny anything that grew that smile on your face.
âi really like this one.â you beam at the agent who sighs out in relief but maintains a professional smile, âif youâre all set for it, iâll get the paperwork ready.â he offers immediately and your eyes pass on yoongiâs figure in the doorway. he smiles at you encouragingly, as if heâs okay with it, but you know heâs not.
just then, yoongiâs phone rings and he excuses himself to step out to take the call, right before he leaves, he hears you say, âiâll take this oneâ in a lovely, sing-song tone that he knows you only use when youâre truly happy. his shoulders slump but he knew that this would happen today, he had told his heart all night to not give up on him.
he answers the phone with an irritated tone, he didnât know how to feel, he could barely listen to the person speaking to him on the phone, he wanted to be happy just for the fact that you agreed to give him a second chance, and that you were excited to spend time with him, but he couldnât help the sinking in his chest at the thought of waking up and not seeing you.
âno, i am not coming in for work next week, i already told you this, donât call me again.â yoongi says in a calm but stern manner, the person tries talking again but you were out of the house, and yoongi could care less about anything else.
âdid you sign the papers? did you need a pen? i think i have one in my car, let me go grab it.â he rambles and hastens to make his way to the car but you bite back a smile and grip onto his hand.
âyoongi.â you step into his open arms and hug his torso, yoongi is confused but his arms wrap around you, and unconsciously you both are swaying in each otherâs embrace.
the house was great but being in yoongiâs arms for these two minutes felt more like home than any house in the world and every corner of the house reminded you of the lack of his presence.
the kitchen, where he wonât cook, where he wonât make fun of your dishes.
the couch, where his headphones donât lay carelessly.
the bedroom, where his side is neatly arranged while yours stays a mess.
the balcony, where he wonât sip his coffee dramatically at sunset to amuse you.
and the bookshelf, that he wonât help you fill with all the books he gets home, just because they reminded him of you.
you had wanted a home and space but you could find both of those in yoongi.
âyou can build a bookshelf, right?â yoongiâs eyebrows scrunch at your question, he almost feels offended that you have to ask that.
âum duh, you know i can.â he whines and you giggle into his chest.
âthen, iâm not moving.â yoongiâs arms almost fall away at your words, a strange mix of relief, gratefulness and content fill his every crevice as he tries not to hug you tighter, a punishment for even thinking of keeping you away from him.
and he will take this mix of emotions and remember it forever, the day you gave up on space to stay with him, he will remember the favor you did for his heart for as long as he breathes.
âi will build a million bookshelves if thatâs what you want, all you have to do is stay, forever.â forever is a big word, a word yoongi never believed in, always saying that everything in life was on borrowed time but with you, it feels like too short of time.
you knew how he felt about forever so for him to say it to you, rushes into your chest and spreads with a warmth that makes you feel all things giddy and good.
he says nothing, no words, just keeps you in his arms after time had kept you away for too long.
âletâs go home, yoongi.â
d-day is out everyone, show our yoongi lots of love and support â€ïž
on repeat - m.yg.
genre: major angst, a bit of fluff at the end (timeloop! character death!) (7.2k)
summary: yoongi gets stuck in a vicious cycle where he can't seem to propose to you, nor save you from dying in his arms.
masterpost
he was going to propose to you.
that was the plan, the night was supposed to end with you in his arms, a dazzling smile on your face and his heart bursting at the seams with his love for you.
but yoongi is mute, rigid, a velvet box pressed against his thigh uncomfortably, a future with the ring inside it seemed impossible.
you sat, some distance away, a country away it seemed like to yoongi, you too were mute, and rigid but you were restless with anger that frankly, scared him.
the cab rumbled beneath his feet and his throat bobbed constantly, zayn malikâs âcruelâ buzzed over the air but it did nothing to ease the tension between you two.
âback where we left off,
help you take your dress off,
iâve been by myself, remembering you.â
he didnât know what to say, he didnât know if he could say anything.
he sees his hand which lay next to yours, he could reach out, touch it, apologize, pull you in, let you yell at him but instead, he retracts it into his lap and folds it in defeat.
your nails dig into the leather of the car seat, so intensely, so painfully, and your jaw stays tight.
âcan we-â
âdonât.â your warning hits him in a wave, you never speak to him like that, and you never look at him as if you could walk away from everything youâve built together but you do now, you do now and yoongi feels like heâs falling into an abyss of failure.
yoongi slumps into his seat, eyeing the seconds ticking by on his watch, anxiety building so largely in his chest that he has to sit up, to let it dissipate physically.
âthis isnât fair,â he utters finally and you scoff, chin trembling, âtough luck, yoongi.â
he shakes his head, âhow are we going to sort this out if youâre being like this?â
âwe? thereâs no âweâ here, yoongi, you have to sort this out,â you spit it out, body lurching forward in defense and yoongi drowns once again, in shame, in guilt, in a vicious cocktail of emotions that only you make him feel.
âokay fine, how am i supposed to sort this out?â he turns to face you, just as the cab pulls to a stop at the curb, the tires screeching under him irritates yoongi, but he keeps looking at you.
and he notices something he didnât before.
a single tear falls out of your eyes and travels down your jaw, so slowly that yoongi feels he could draw it as it moves.
you never cry, not at movies, not at songs, not at anniversaries, yoongi had hoped he would make you cry today but not this way; he was hoping to see you so overjoyed that tears leaked without your permission.
but not this, not this strange, broken, lost tear that gets quickly wiped away by you.
âfigure it out.â you declare and step out of the car, slamming it shut in the process and yoongi falls back on his seat, stunned and mournful as the weeds of grief sow into his heart.
you never cry.
-
yoongi buttons his suit, a cold expression on his face as he follows you into the rousing club, the rousing club he owned, the rousing club where you performed as a singer, this was where you met, this was where your love grew, this was where yoongi knew would be perfect for proposing to you.
but as you stomped in your tallest heels in front of him, your dress flowing behind you in an ethereal way, yoongi felt like heâd gone back to the day when he saw your audition, you had looked out of this world, so out of his league, so painfully beautiful but his heart tugged him towards you, in a way that was out of his control.
and you had taken his heart in, caged it in your palms, and never set it free, yoongi had never wanted to be set free, but you were leaving the cage open now, and he didnât know where to go.
he didnât where he belonged, if it wasnât next to you.
âsir, maâm,â the bouncers greeted you two, you smiled so sweetly at them, asking them about their day and their meals, then as they all turned to him, your face went back to the grim, dangerous fury that yoongi could feel burning into him.
as yoongi made small talk, you disappeared into the club, into the crowd of people, and yoongi, once again, tracked you down and followed you.
today was a big day for his club, âmidas and tunesâ, it was the grand re-opening after a successful year, and some huge renovations, he had been running around for months like a madman to prepare for this night, both the proposal and the re-opening, and a lot of yoongiâs stress was supposed to alleviate at the end of today.
but watching you, two feet away, not being able to touch you, or talk to you, just spiked his anxiety to the highest itâs ever been.
yoongi pushes through the people, half-heartedly greeting everyone on his way to you and you donât look back, you march over to the side of the stage and he rushes to catch your wrist.
and as subtly as you could, you ripped it from his grip, throwing him a glare and say, âiâm going up there in one minute, i donât want to hear a word from you.â
heâs had enough.
he lets out a groan of frustration, he wasnât a saint, he wasnât made of endless patience and god, he was trying but you were just, âyouâre being so fucking difficult right now.â and your anger flares in your eyes, yoongi feels stupid for saying anything at all, the box in his pocket shakes its head at him.
ânot another word, min yoongi.â you warn with your finger pointed at him to further punctuate your point, âgo, be a good host and donât you dare come back home tonight.â
with that, you change your face from a glare to the dazzling smile that yoongi loves, you walk onto the stage and wave at the group of people shining in the crowd.
yoongi purses his lips and works his way through the club, greeting, smiling, and exchanging niceties even as his feet wobble and his heart feels dry.
he watches you from the corner of his eyes, you glow on stage, your smile is perfect, your eyes are perfect, you are perfect, and you make it look so easy, going up in front of a couple of hundred people and talking to them with a confidence that no one could wreck with.
you were always this enigmatic, and yoongi had always felt he was less than you.
but he would never do anything to stand in the way of you and your light, he would always take the shadows so you could shine, which is why it makes it that much more difficult for him to hold onto you right at this moment.
he watched, proud eyes, sinking heart as you sang, each word so raw and rich that yoongi tunes out everything else around him.
your eyes flutter to him, he thinks itâll be a vicious glare again, a snarl, anything to indicate your anger, but instead, your eyes soften around their edges, you lend him a ghost of a smile, a delicate moment passes between you two and yoongi smiles back at you.
you two would be okay, of course, you would be and if you kept smiling this way, yoongi would be on one knee by the end of tonight, and it would end exactly how he had dreamt it to.
but just as a bigger smile starts to grace your face, a loud bang from the back of the club startles yoongi, several loud bangs and clangs fill the air, people start screaming around him, pushing him in every direction to find the source of the noise and yoongiâs eyes rush to find you.
he starts pushing too, the air around him grows sparse, and his body keeps pulling him into the crowd when heâs trying to push against it.
his body grows cold when he hears the bang of a gun, the clutter of a bullet, the falling of a table, and screams.
so.
many.
screams.
they echo and bounce off his ears, some creep into his soul and stop his steps in fear.
but he pushes through, hurriedly, more frantically, because for fucksâ sake, he canât see you, he canât see your pretty eyes, your flowing dress, your tall heels, he canât see you anywhere around him.
then, he stops.
yoongi falls.
to his knees.
the pain of the ground hitting his bones, shoots through him but his heart aches much more, it squeezes and squeezes at the sight in front of him.
a single bullet in the middle of your forehead.
your body on the ground.
no breathing, no movement, no sound.
just a single tear dripping at the tip of your nose.
yoongi crawls forward, eyes wide, skin riddled with terror, fresh terror that grabbed him by his throat, he gathers your body into his lap and taps your cheeks, taps your arms, taps your eyes, holds his ear to your nose, he calls out to you, he says your name once, twice, a billion times.
and he cries.
he holds your head to his chest and he cries so loudly, he can hear himself over the chaos, the banging, the clutter, his cries resonate and punctuate the air.
yoongi fiddles for the box in his pockets and blindly throws it across the room, it had no place in his world from today.
he had no place in his world from today.
-
âback where we left off,
help you take your dress off,
iâve been by myself, remembering you.â
yoongi stirred, his entire body hurt, his head was pounding and he winced as he tried to open his heavy eyes but when he managed somehow to peel them open, he is greeted with the sight of a window.
a window in a cab.
he jolts awake, his body screams in protest as he whips his head around.
you.
you.
you.
you got shot, you bled out in his arms, yoongi cried to the heavens.
but you are here.
your dress is flowing around you.
yesterdayâs dress.
thereâs no blood on it, not even a wrinkle, itâs pristine, and itâs as ethereal as he remembers, yoongiâs eyes reach your face, you are looking at him tensely but today, you have a concerned frown along with your anger.
what was happening?
âyou good?â you ask, tone reluctant and stiff and yoongi feels himself go pale, it feels strange to hear your voice after your blood washed him away, âwhat happened?â he gasps, so desperately, so lost, his hands curl on the leather as they try to reach you, but you only scoff at him.
âwe just hit a speed bump, yoongi, donât be such a drama queen.â
no.
he had every right to freak out.
he saw you die.
âho-how are you?â he feels stupid as he asks, he feels even more stupid when you glance at him with an arched eyebrow, âiâm trying not to kill you, what about you?â
yoongi drops his head against his seat, you are speaking to him, you are here, you are alive and yoongi can now feel the same velvet box pressing against his thigh.
he had thrown it away; he had held your skin as it turned blue.
but the cab was the same as yesterday, same zayn song, same tinted windows, same driver, same everything.
even your anger was the same.
yoongi felt like he could explode.
maybe it was a bad dream, maybe yoongi had somehow conjured the worst of worst-case scenarios in the tense moments that followed up to this day.
and he sighs in relief, youâre alive, youâre all right, it was a bad dream and he still could fix things.
but he still felt uneasy, something in the pit of his stomach kept curling and unfurling, a forewarning or a simple case of nerves on a huge day, yoongi wasnât sure, he didnât feel brave enough to question it for too long.
he wordlessly followed you into the club and watched you take your place on the stage, he watched your flowing dress and long heels and laughed to himself about how differently things went in his dream.
you would probably kill him before you ever died.
âiâd like to welcome you all, with a full heart, for our grand re-opening,â you spoke so smoothly, your words echoing off yoongiâs dreams and he tried to shrug off the way his stomach kept churning.
just nerves.
he told himself again and again, he was going to propose for fucksâ sake, of course, he was going to feel a bit queasy.
but failing to ignore the spikes growing on his spine, he turned around to survey the crowd, to convince himself that this was all completely normal, and when he saw smiling faces, glasses of alcohol, and glittering lights, he turned back to you, shaking his head at himself.
he was overthinking it all, he just had to make things right by you and then get down on one knee, and sleep it off.
the lights descend on you and a tune fills the air.
you started singing, his senses get consumed by you in the same second your voice travels to him.
yoongi feels himself relax.
his shoulders fall away from his ears, his chest expands to take in more air and he straightens his posture, he sips his drink and pours all his attention to the light that makes you glow.
your eyes meet his.
his shoulders pick back up.
he knows this scene.
yoongiâs heart thundered in his chest.
wasnât this how you looked at him before you died in his arms?
he rushes forward, mumbling apologies to the people he pushes as unease crawls through his every sense. yoongiâs hands thrust in front of him, an urgent fever almost turns him blind.
if something happens, he will never forgive himself.
he reaches where you stand, hands and palms towards you, heart beating in his ears and your eyes light up at his stance, your anger melts at his open arms and as you sing, your hand reaches out for his, and yoongi feels his heart slip at the adoration that coated your glistening eyes.
oh.
you have mistaken his intentions but yoongi will take just about anything from you right now.
he places his hands in yours, âiâve got you,â he whispers to you, he doesnât know why, and your eyes round in surprise, then soften again, and you mouth back, âiâve got you too.â
if you think his behavior is strange, especially because yoongi is never affectionate publicly, you donât say anything and yoongi feels all the more grateful for it.
after sticking around until the song almost finished, yoongi meekly finds his way back into the crowd, but his brow glistened with sweat and his hands felt clammy.
but the worst was over, you finished your song and you were still alive, nothing bad had happened.
he needed help.
âhey, youâ your voice breaks him out of his head, he looks up to see your eyes filled with subdued anger, âwanna dance to this, big boy?â
zaynâs âcruelâ fills his ears once again, he used to love the song but now, it fills him with vicious deja-vu, nevertheless, yoongi lets you whisk him away and he tries to move with you, tries to match your steps, tries to match your smile but the song seems to mock him.
âwho do you love, who do you love?â
âi know i was being really mean to you,â you speak under the neon lights, he sees your lips move, and he feels the weight of your words but yoongi doesnât listen, âweâll sort this out, okay? weâve been through worse, you just have to promise me that you will never invite them again.â
right.
the actual reason you were fighting.
yoongi feels his fear melt, and he lets it melt completely, âi know we will, besides, i have so much planned for us, you canât leave me hanging in all that.â he rests his forehead on you as you let out a giggle and curl into him.
âwhat does that mean?â
the box in his trousers begged to be let out, yoongi smiled, he had nothing to be worried about, âit means that i have a question to ask you-â
bang!
he feels his world spin on his feet when the crash comes, the same crash from his dreams, the same crash that killed you, yoongiâs arms fall from you and his breath comes short, he turns to the source of the noise, eyes darting wildly in the air.
âyoongi!â your screams come from beside him, your hands grip his arms, and he winces as your nails dig into his shirt, but heâs panicked, heâs scared, and he needs to take down the people doing it.
he canât let them get to you.
âyo-â
a ringing noise travels in his ear, he swears he heard a bullet before it, and as his eyes drag over to you, achingly, as slowly as he can because he fears he knows what he will see.
and yoongi falls to his knees again.
he wipes the single tear off your face before crumbling next to you.
-
yoongi could still feel the warmth of your blood seeping through his fingers, as he stirred from slumber, he felt his clothes stretch against leather and his eyes shot open.
the cab window stared back at him.
the neon lights of the city mocked him.
âback where we left off,
help you take your dress off,
iâve been by myself, remembering you.â
the song pressed itself into his brain.
âno, no, no,â he gripped his hair in his hands as he leaned forward, this couldnât be happening, not again.
âseriously, yoongi? iâm the one who is hurt and you want to act like the baby?â your razor-sharp eyes ground him, and he lurches forward to grab your hand.
you were real.
you were here.
but this time, yoongi knew it couldnât have been a dream. it had felt too real, his pain had been too real and coincidence didnât seem like a strong enough explanation.
âwhat are you doing, yoongi?â you hiss and bat his hand away, looking out the window with a stone-cold expression.
but yoongi had his own problems.
he had to ignore the sting in his heart to figure out what the fuck was happening with his life.
why was it this cab?
why was it this song?
and why did you always die at the end?
yoongi could only think of one explanation, a burglary gone wrong, because everyone else was a respected guest, thoroughly vetted and yoongi knew all of them personally, none of them would want to hurt you.
but yoongi thinks back to how acutely he felt the box in his pocket, how it pressed into him more whenever youâŠwell, whenever you died.
âi have to do this here,â he whispers to himself, hands already reaching out to rip the box out of his pocket, he faces you and yoongi tries not to feel hurt over the anger still flashing in your eyes.
âi know this isnât a good time, but i need to do this, please look at me,â yoongi begs you, and he never begged anyone for anything, which is what makes you turn to look at him.
a gasp leaves your lips the second you notice the box in his palm, âyoongi, oh my god,â you say, breathlessly, in adoration and fear, and yoongi wishes he couldâve done this differently, âi know weâre fighting and i know youâre upset with me but even if you are, even if we arenât always good, i want to be with you and no one else, for the rest of my life.â
yoongiâs throat feels dry, his heart doesnât sing even if he means his words, he desperately wishes he was doing this differently but he knows no way out, he didnât want to wake up to your angry face, he didnât want to see you die anymore, he didnât want to be in this cab anymore.
âaw, yoongi,â at least, it seems that you find it sentimental, your eyes glisten with unshed tears, any anger is dissipated from your face, and yoongiâs heart cheers.
he did it.
âi want to spend the rest of my life with you too,â you hum happily, a single tear escapes your eyes as you watch him and his fingers reach out for your hand, he is finally feeling the buzz and excitement that comes with proposing.
yoongi was going to spend the rest of his life with you.
bang!
yoongiâs heart sinks, the ring dangles and falls off from his grip, and the cab swerves unnaturally to the divider in the road.
it was the tire, yoongi knew it was from the way the cab lost control.
âyoongi!â your scream reaches him and yoongi only watches as blinding lights fall from behind you and he can only watch as they crash into your side of the cab, throwing the vehicle into the middle of the street.
and he closes his eyes, he doesnât turn your way, he refuses to look at your hand that falls on his lap, he ignores the blood dripping on his trousers.
he lets the ring fall onto the floor of the cab.
-
leather.
box.
âback where we left off,
help you take your dress off,
iâve been by myself, remembering you.â
that damn song.
this time, yoongi didnât bother being surprised or confused, he opened his eyes, and the window came into his view, he sighed, he looked to his side, he saw your simmering eyes settled in a scowl, he sighed, he felt the box in his pocket, he sighed.
if he was going to do this a million times, he figured that he might as well get somewhere with you.
âiâm sorry for inviting your family,â he starts and you scoff at him, but he continues, he was going to live this day again and again until the universe was done playing with him apparently, yoongi had nothing to lose. âi shouldnât have tried to act like some hero, reuniting you guys, i shouldâve understood why you hated them so much and stayed out of your way.â
your posture visibly relaxes, your shoulders drop, your scowl melts by a little, and you turn to him with tears in your eyes, âi just donât understand why you thought it was a good idea, they are people who have betrayed me so many times yoongi, i didnât want to see their faces ever.â
yoongi had thought that, as much as you fought with your family, you would still want them around for his proposal, he had spent weeks meticulously planning things with them, but he shouldâve known you better, he shouldâve tried to understand that he couldnât do things just because he thought it would turn out well for you.
and yoongi feels terrible, âletâs just say, i had something big planned for today.â his palms fold on his lap and his head drops to the seat, he feels exhausted, he feels so far and close to how he wanted tonight to end.
he doesnât answer you when you ask him what it was, he doesnât say anything at all even when his club comes into view, he walks straight into it and grabs a glass of whiskey for himself.
god knows that heâs earned it.
âyoongi, iâm up in two minutes,â you approach him at the bar, eyes wide with concern, âgood luck, youâre going to kill it.â he taps your shoulder, then winces at his choice of words and your eyebrows twist in confusion.
âare you still angry?â yoongi turns away at your question, he was acting like an asshole but if you were going to die again, yoongi didnât want to see another second of it, he couldnât see another second of it without going completely insane, âiâm not, just nerves, donât worry about it.â he knows you can sense how half-hearted his tone is but you only eye him warily once before leaving his side.
yoongi lets his head fall onto the cool glass of the bar countertop, he hears your delicate voice swimming in the air and he buries himself further into the glass.
âoh, hyung!â yoongi frowns, no one calls him that.
he slowly looks up to see your brother, steve, the one he invited, the one you hated, âoh hey man, howâs it going?â yoongi gives him a one-arm hug and proceeds to nurse his drink again.
âall good, the clubâs beautiful, no wonder you picked this for the proposal,â steve looks fine, yoongi wonders why you hate him, âwell, donât get too excited about the proposal.â
âif your sister stops dying for two minutes, i would have a chance at that,â his tone is bitter but yoongiâs chest aches, is this how itâs going to be? is he going to watch you die a million more times before he ever gets to call you, his wife?
âhuh?â
âdonât worry about it, rough day.â he waves your brother off, hoping that he will leave yoongi alone but steve lingers, âso hyung,â yoongi didnât have the energy to correct him that he in fact, wasnât his hyung.
âiâm between jobs right now, the club looks terrific, you think you can hook me with something?â steve says so casually, that yoongi has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at his soon-to-be brother-in-law.
his brother-in-law had no skills in subtlety and suddenly, yoongi started seeing why you might hate your family.
yoongiâs met this guy for two minutes and heâs already asking for a job, and heâs heard you complain about how your family keeps asking you for everything, he feels even more terrible for inviting them.
âiâll look into it.â his words hold no promise but your brother brightens up immediately, taking a seat next to yoongi and beaming at him, yoongi politely smiles and focuses on his drink.
âbut seriously hyung, why her?â
âiâm sorry?â
âoh come on hyung, you know as much as i do, that you can do way better than my sister,â yoongi looks at steve in disbelief, why was your brother talking shit about his own sister, especially on the night of her proposal?
âsheâs heartless hyung, she will chew you up and leave you with nothing, trust me our entire family has experienced it.â yoongiâs grip around his glass tightens, and he hears the cracks that threaten to break it, he wished it was steveâs neck instead.
âget out.â
âwhat?â
âi said, get the fuck out of my club before i get you kicked out.â
âhyung, iâm only trying to protect you from her, sheâs insane,â and yoongi loses it completely, âwhy are you still standing and speaking to me? i told you to get out.â
âwhatâs going on?â you step into the bar with your arms across your chest, you already look tired, âyour brother was just leaving, the exitâs that way.â yoongi pointed out for steve and sat back down.
steve goes red in the face, his breaths leave him rushed and he is visibly angry.
yoongi wished he gave a singular fuck about him.
âyouâre going to let this man be your husband, after how he talked to your brother?â steve turns to you and you quirked an eyebrow at him, âwhat husband are you talking about, steve?â
wow.
there went yoongiâs plan of a surprise proposal.
âask him,â steve was doing this intentionally, yoongi knew the second he saw the glint pass his eyes, he was enjoying ruining your proposal, âheâs speaking bullshit, which is why i asked him to leave, and he still hasnât left for some reason.â yoongi shrugs, trying to play it cool, trying to act as if a box wasnât pressing into his thighs.
âno, ask him what it is in his pocket. ask him!â steve points wildly at yoongi, his anger flaring even more and yoongiâs eyebrows line with sweat, you look at him in confusion, he doesnât meet your eyes.
âstop it right now, steve.â yoongi tries to maintain his cool.
âjust because i asked you for a job, doesnât already make you the boss of me, i hope you and her rot together,â he hisses out at yoongi.
âyou asked yoongi for a job?â
shit.
yoongi tenses up once again, because you sound scalded, he turns immediately, abandoning his drink and peace.
you are holding back tears as you stare pointedly at your brother.
steve goes red again, âwell, my useless sister wasnât doing anything for me, so i thought iâd at least try with her husband.â he scoffs and yoongiâs never wanted to punch someone so badly.
your face flashes with hurt and your lips turn down, you turn to stare at yoongi with venom dripping from your eyes, as if to tell him, âsee, this is why i hate them.â
you didnât have to signal that twice, yoongiâs understood how terrible your family is, based on the very short interaction with your brother.
âokay, play timeâs over, follow me quietly or my bouncers will carry you out,â yoongi sinks from his seat and glares at steve until his shoulders fall and his feet line up with yoongiâs.
âyouâre the most selfish person i know, you donât deserve any of this,â steve growls at you, and yoongi grabs the jacket of his suit, pulling him away from you, âshut up, if you know whatâs good for you, you wonât speak another word.â
âiâm selfish? after everything iâve done for you, iâm the selfish one?â you half-scream at steve, with trembling hands and a single tear falling out of your eyes.
yoongiâs seen this scene before, a hurtle of recognition tumbles over him as he finally notices what exactly happens whenever a tear falls from your eyes.
you die and he fails to save you, every single time that a tear touches your chin.
âwithout your husband, you would be nothing,â steve points his finger at you, and your face twists in annoyance, âwhy does he keep saying husband?â
âyeah hyung, why do i keep saying husband?â steve turns to yoongi with his arms crossed, a smug smile dancing on his lips and yoongiâs mind goes blank.
he doesnât say a word.
he doesnât look up to see you.
he just wanted to do this one night right, and it was all falling on him again.
âyoongi?â you look at him expectantly, he looks away, he swallows the lump in his throat and he wants to run away.
âlet me help you, hyung,â steve steps forward and yoongi doesnât know why heâs saying that, he doesnât process a word until steve shoves his hand into yoongiâs pocket and pulls out the velvet box that hasnât left him alone.
your mouth falls open as the action catches the attention of everyone in the room, collective gasps, squeals, and whispers cloud yoongiâs mind as he tries to look for your reaction in all this.
thereâs no joy on your face, no excitement, just a wide eye and dropped jaw staring back at him.
he feels several knives twist themselves into his chest and it takes everything in him to not fall on the floor and curl himself up.
he never wanted this, he never wanted to live through a night where you would reject him.
as people started crowding, yoongiâs throat tightened, his entire heart was dangling from steveâs fingers and he couldnât do a thing about it.
but he looked at you, with some faded hope that you would wake yourself up and give him your heart too.
âcome here,â your whisper barely registers to him, your touch barely dawns on him as you drag him away from the crowd.
itâs only when a gust of cold wind breaks on his face that he looks up to see that you have dragged him to the patio.
âyoongi, please look at me.â
he swallows another sob down his throat.
âitâs okay, i understand why you would say no, i fucked the whole thing up,â he runs a hand through his hair, his head refused to pick itself up, and your whispers of âno, no, noâ reach him slowly.
âitâs not like that,â your hands come into his view before they cup his jaw and force him to look at you, yoongi barely holds himself together as your fingers run circles on his cheeks, âi just wish,â you sigh, hands coming around his neck and resting your forehead on his chest.
yoongiâs hands twitch beside his body, âwhat do you wish for?â and he almost doesnât recognize his voice, he sounds so weak, so desperate, but yoongi couldnât hide it, it was exactly how he felt.
âi just wish it was us,â you start, yoongi holds his breath, âand no one else.â
âthatâs all?â
âthatâs all, yoongiâ you let out a small laugh into his chest before picking yourself up and staring at him with all the love in the world.
he feels his worries run away like steam from a hot plate of food.
bang!
yoongiâs arms lurch out to you, pulling you to him as his breath quickens.
that fucking noise.
you both watched with wide eyes as people tumbled out of the club, screaming, falling, running, and looking back in fear. yoongi grabs your hand and runs, he runs with heavy steps and pulls you with him, he desperately looks back every two seconds as more and more people file out.
âyoongi!â your nails barely hold onto his jacket and he feels your grip loosen.
then, he doesnât feel it at all.
yoongi stops running, he rushes back as people push him out of the way, as people shove his shoulder, step on his feet, and elbow him in the stomach, he winces and groans but he doesnât stop looking for you in the crowd.
he screams your name, searches for your dress, searches for your heels, searches for your nails but nothing comes into view.
yoongi feels the acid rush into his mouth, he feels the choking that suffocates his chest and throat, and he feels his knees weaken at the thought of his nightmare repeating again.
and he realizes he canât do anything at all to stop it.
the night ends when the crowd ends, when the police cars show up, when they find your body on the floor and put it into a body bag, and when they explain to yoongi that it was because of a stampede and it couldnât have been in his control.
yoongi laughs at them.
nothing had ever been in his control.
-
âback where we left off,
help you take your dress off,
iâve been by myself, remembering you.â
yoongi didnât open his eyes.
he knew what came next.
âi just wish it was us, and no one else.â
his eyes scrunch in pain as your voice floats in his head, he remembers the promise in your eyes, the tremble of your fingers as they snaked around his neck and he was so close this time, so fucking close but he was here again, and you were here too.
again.
the tires under the car screech and pull over.
âyoongi, we need to go.â your stern voice pulls him back in, and he opens his eyes, dazed, he stares at the cab window with the weight of a thousand boulders on his shoulders.
he doesnât know how to fix this; he doesnât know how to save you and yoongi is so close to just letting the nights blend into each other until he dies with you.
âi just wish it was us, and no one else.â
but you.
you deserved more than a resigned fate, you deserved more than a man who didnât know how to save you, hell you deserved a man who knew what you wanted.
âyoongi, are you listening to me? weâre here,â you say once again and yoongi stares at his club, which shines so brightly in the night and he doesnât make a single move to get out, even as you huff in annoyance.
here.
here lay so many nights.
here lay so many of your bodies.
then yoongi straightens up.
here.
here lay so many of your bodies.
here was the problem.
âwe need to go back,â he whispers to no one, his nerves catch fire as the craziest or maybe not-crazy-at-all plan heâs ever come up with starts burning in his mind, he looks at you, your angry eyes, and scrunched-up fists, and reaches out for them.
âdo you trust me?â he asks hastily, fingers gripping your fists and you frown at him, âwhat are you going on about?â
âdo you trust me? please tell me,â maybe it was the tears gathering in his eyes, or his hands that begged you to understand but you eventually gave him a hesitant nod.
with your confirmation, yoongi leans over his seat and speaks quickly âdriver, please take us back to our place, we will pay you extra,â and your frown grows deeper as the cab hits a u-turn.
âyoongi, our guests will be arriving, what the fuck are you doing?â
âplease, just trust me.â
and again, his voice shakes your anger, your stance, you sink back into the seat without a word.
yoongi feels his heart race as your home comes into view, his fingers instinctively reach out for the box in his pocket, but it doesnât terrify him anymore, he feels the texture of it, he imagines the future in it and he hopes to all the powers in the world that this works out.
he pays the driver, waits for you to step out, and gently tugs you along with him to your home, your safe place, a space that was always for you two.
and yoongiâs lips twitch, they threaten to break out a large smile, one that would give him away, one that would ruin his plans but theyâve been ruined so many times already, whatâs one more time?
he removes his hand from yours as you reach your living room and paces forward, bringing out a candle, shutting down some lights and you watch with your arms crossed, your lower lip caught between your teeth in an anxious action and you grow more confused by the minute.
he switches the last remaining light off and you see nothing.
âyoongi, what is going on?â you whine into the darkness, trying to place his figure with his footsteps, your foot taps repeatedly as you zero into the sounds around you.
then, light falls through, a soft, warm light from the candle you bought for yoongi.
and yoongi comes into the light, just as soft, just as warm, on one knee, a nervous twitch in his eyebrows as his hands shake in front of him.
thereâs a ring in his hands, a shine that dims all the other light in the room except yoongi who remains the most radiant.
your jaw starts to tremble as you slowly take in yoongiâs smile, which is nervous but so present.
âlove, i shouldâve known you,â he starts, and youâre stepping forward, âi shouldâve known that you wouldnât want anyone else to see this, to witness us at this moment,â his voice scratches with emotion and youâre stepping forward again, âbut now i do, and i only have one thing to say,â he takes in a shaky breath and the toe of your heels grazes his leather shoes, âi love you, and thereâs not a person, not a disaster, not enough warnings, nothing can ever stop me from trying to get to you.â
you frown a bit; you assume he means everything youâve been through together in your relationship and your heart drowns in itself.
âi love you and iâll never stop loving you, i promise to spend the rest of my life being yours,â your chin shakes furiously as you try to hold your tears back, âas long as you are mine.â
âwhat do you say, do you want to make me the happiest man alive?â yoongiâs eyes glisten, and his mind flashes with images of your body laying still through the many nights he tried to save you but he pushes them away, youâre here right now, youâre here and he has one more chance to keep you safe.
âoh, yoongi,â you sigh and fall into his arms, onto the ground, and grip his body so tightly, that fresh tears gather in his eyes, youâre here, and yoongiâs here, and somehow, the night has taken a better turn than he ever expected.
as he looks around the house youâve built together, your candle burning away and leaving the sweetest scent in the air, and there are no neon lights, there are no shitty family members, there is no one and nothing at all, itâs just you and him and yoongi hopes that he will never have to go back to those nights again.
âiâll always be yours,â you sniff and rub your nose into his cheek, âdarling i love you too but let me get this ring on you,â you laugh and nod, pushing away to let him slip the delicate, shiny band onto your finger.
âthere you go,â he holds onto your finger and pulls you back into his arms, nuzzling his nose into your neck and you hum in pure happiness.
and both of you melt onto the floor, the warm light falls on you and yoongiâs heartbeat is in your ears when he asks, âdo you like it?â
âi love it.â a single tear slips from your eyes.
yoongiâs smile falls.
-
a hand on his chest stirs him awake, yoongiâs eyes shoot open, his head twisting from side to side to see his surroundings.
his hands touch and feel the soft sheets covering his body and he looks to his right, it covers your body too and yoongi shakes his head at himself, a low laugh escaping him.
he stands up, groaning as he stretches his body and looks at your peaceful face.
yoongi lets his smile grow exponentially, walking over to push the curtains away and open into his balcony. he takes a deep breath as he leans over the railing and the scent of everything hits him, dulling his senses into a mild buzz.
âhey, handsomeâ hands sneak up on his torso and a shimmer blinks back from your fingers as they wrap around him, âgood morning, my wife,â yoongi reaches for your hands and gives each of your fingers a kiss, making you giggle and push your head into his back.
âtechnically, itâs fiancĂ©.â
âi think i prefer wife already.â and you hum contently, âme too.â
it was a new day.
his endless nights had finally come to an end and he never felt more grateful, he doesnât think he will ever be able to explain how it happened, he doesnât think anyone will understand the turmoil and anguish he felt in the past few hours, he doesnât even think thereâs an explanation but yoongi likes to brush it away, he has you and he doesnât need an explanation, he just wants to keep you safe forever.
but he still had one problem.
âdarling, donât take this the wrong way, but can i block steve?â
sugar | myg
pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader
genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut
summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friendâs friend and the finest man youâve ever encountered.
warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot
word count » 11k
a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.
You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.
âThank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.â You said, smiling at him.
âAre you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?â He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldnât have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.
âNo itâs just that youâve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you canât rest the one day youâre free just because of me.â You explained, feeling a bit guilty.
âHey, itâs all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.â He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.
âIndeed it is.â You nodded, agreeing with him.
It finally feels like home, your home.
âBetter treat me to a nice dinner later missy.â He joked making you chuckle.
âOf course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.â You joked back.
âDo you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jusââ
You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.
âHobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, youâve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.â You blurted out.
âNow, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?â He smirked.
You rolled your eyes, âAs friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.â
âOf course, anytime, Iâm just a call away you know.â He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.
You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.
âShit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.â
âIt's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said âhiâ.â You replied, leading him to the door.
âWill do.â He asserted, opening the door to walk out.
âBy the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.â He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.
âAlright thanks Hobi, bye!â You beamed.
âBye Y/N,â and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.
â«âââĄâââȘ
After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.
âMy head hurts now.â You whined.
Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didnât work out and you didnât have any sugar left in the house.
A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing itâs 10pm. You didnât want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.
His friend.
For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you wonât move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.
âFuck it!â You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.
Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You donât even know why youâre so nervous, heâs Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?
Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.
âYes?â He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.
âUmm hey, I donât know if he told you yet but Iâm Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? Iâll make sure to give you bacââ
Thud.
What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.
âWhere are you going?â
You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.
âI thought yoââ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.
âTake the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.â He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.
âOh I donât need that muââ
âJust take it. Pay me a quarter back later.â He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.
Guess heâs not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.
âUh okay, thanksââ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.
âItâs nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.â
Thud.
â«âââĄâââȘ
It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.
âHeâs just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesnât talk much but heâs nice.â
Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseokâs words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldnât he be? He definitely wouldnât have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.
âGood morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, hereâs the money.â You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.
âOh, thanks.â
Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.
Fuck he looks hot.
One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. Youâve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You donât think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasnât introduced you to the other two yet but youâre sure theyâre probably hella fine as well.
âDo you need anything else?â You didnât realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.
âHuh? Uh no sorry iâll take my leave now, thank you once again.â You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.
â«âââĄâââȘ
âMom you didnât have to, you know?â You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.
âDonât be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldnât come visit?â She retorted.
âI donât mean it like that, itâs a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.â
âYour dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, donât worry too much.â She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.
âAlright, I'm sure he didnât come since he would be busy catching up with work so Iâll go meet him at the company sometime this week.â You said, opening the door with your keys.
âOf course, heâll be so happy to see you.â She beamed.
When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.
âOh my god Y/N, itâs beautiful, I love it!â She exclaimed, making you chuckle.
âIâm glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.â
âIt looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?â Your mom asked, holding your hands.
âYoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,â you replied.
âMake sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.â
âThat would definitely boost their ego but will do,â you said, making the two of you laugh.
You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.
âYou had someone coming over?â Your mom asked.
âNo but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,â you answered as she nodded.
You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasnât a delivery manâ
âYoongi?â
âUh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you werenât home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.â He nervously explained.
Cute.
âOh my god, thank you so much!â You exclaimed.
âItâs a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.â He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.
âOh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.â You apologized thinking of how he mightâve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.
âRight here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,â you said, finally placing the box down.
âItâs fin-â
âOh my, who might this young man be?â You heard your mom ask.
Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.
âHeâs just my neighbour, donât assume anything mom.â You declared before she could say anything more.
âYou know you donât have to hide anything from me right?â She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.
âMom. Iâm not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.â
âWell then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.â
âMom!â You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.
âItâs nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but Iâm afraid I canât accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.â
That was so formal, he sounded so nice.
âOh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when youâre free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.â
âUh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, Iâll take my leave now.â Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.
As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.
âWe should go eat Y/N,â your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.
You sighed, âyouâre right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!â
You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.
Thereâs no way you would. You two donât even know each other and heâs too rude sometimes.
Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know thereâs no way youâd face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.
[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n
[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. Iâm so sorry, sheâs just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.
[yoongi] 9:43pm: itâs okay, I already forgot
[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?
[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok
[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg
[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight
[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn
dry texter but whatever, now that thatâs cleared, you can peacefully sleep.
â«âââĄâââȘ
âYoora, Iâm on my way to meet dad right now, Iâll call you later okay.â You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.
âYou better call though, I have some important news to share.â
âOkay okay donât worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.â
You heard her chuckle, âtrust me you would love it.â
âOn second thoughts, tell me now.â You retorted, getting excited about the âimportant newsâ she wanted to share.
âNope, call me later bye!â
âYoora no!â You yelled but she hung up already.
You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didnât even realize that you already reached your dad's company.
Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairmanâs daughter.
âHey, is dad free?â You asked the receptionist at the front desk.
âHeâs in his office Miss Y/N, but Iâll call him and let him know youâre here.â She responded.
âUh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. Iâll just go.â You protested.
âAlright but he has someone over right now.â
âIt's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till heâs done.â You said.
âAs you wish Miss Y/N.â She respectfully bowed.
You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dadâs office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.
âYoongi? What are you doing here?â You questioned as you walked up to him.
âY/N?â He raised a brow turning towards you.
âYou two know each other?â Your dad beamed in.
âDad!â You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.
âHey sweetheart, how are you?â He asked.
âI'm all good, how are you now?â
âMuch better, especially now that you're here.â He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.
âAnyways back to my question, you two know each other?â Your dad asked once again.
âWeâre neighbours.â Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.
âDad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?â You questioned both of them.
âHeâs the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.â Your dad proudly announced.
You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.
âI was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If thatâs fine with you and Yoongi of course.â Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.
âSure, I donât have any other schedule for today.â Yoongi confirmed.
âPerfect! How about you Y/N?â Your dad asked.
âOh yea sure.â You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.
With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.
âI want to do something big this time.â Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.
âWhat do you mean by that dad?â You muddled.
âMaybe a showcase-like exhibition.â Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.
âPerfect! Thatâs a great idea, we'll do that.â Your dad happily exclaimed.
âWait, so weâll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?â You asked, amazed by the idea.
âSomething exactly like that.â Yoongi confirmed.
âOh my god, youâre so smart. Iâm sure this will benefit all our companies â You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.
âUh sorry I just got a bit excited.â You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.
âYoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?â Your dad asked, looking back at him.
âHow about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so itâll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.â Yoongi replied.
âHmm, I think thatâs great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.â You suggested.
âYea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.â Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.
A few minutes later your dadâs words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.
âSorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.â You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.
[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???
[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are
[yoora] 2:14pm: itâs been almost 4 hours
[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news
[yoora] 2:14pm: itâs important.
[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!
[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or iâll never tell you.
[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!
[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!
[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, itâs only been 3 hours
[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing
[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, iâm almost done here so tell me where to meet you
[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.
[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon
[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!
âDad I actually have to leave right now.â You announced, closing your phone screen.
âSo suddenly? Is everything okay?â He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.
âYes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yooraâs place.â You responded.
âOh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.â He said standing up.
âWill do, Iâll leave now and please take care of yourself.â You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.
âUh itâs an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.â You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.
You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. âJust call me Yoongi.â
â«âââĄâââȘ
âYou have a what!â You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.
âI have a boyfriend.â Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.
âOh my god Yoora, this is huge!â You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.
âI know, heâs actually coming over in a few minutes.â She said, making you widen your eyes.
âWhy did you call me then! Do I know him? Whatâs his name? How long have you been dating?â You bombarded her with questions.
âY/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I donât think you know him but youâve definitely heard of him. Heâs actually one of Hoseok's friends.â Yoora said, making you frown.
âReally? Who?â You questioned.
Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.
âI think thatâs him.â
You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.
âHi babe, I missed you.â You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a âI missed you too.â from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.
As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.
âHey you must be Y/N. Iâm Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Itâs nice finally meeting you.â He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.
âSo youâre the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. Itâs nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.â You joked whilst shaking his hand.
âIâ letâs not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.â He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.
âAnyways how and since when have you two been dating?â You asked curiously.
âUh weâd been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.â Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldnât attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.
âIâm sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and donât be mad, youâre still the first one to know anyways.â Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.
âItâs fine, Iâm so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear Iâll kill you.â You threatened him.
âI swear I wonât, I love her too much.â He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.
Heâs definitely the one for her.
âWell I guess Iâll leave you two be, donât want to to be a third wheel.â You laughed.
âNo no please donât. I know youâre free today and we havenât been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.â She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.
âAre you sure?â You asked, still having second thoughts.
âWeâre sure, we can watch a movie if youâd like.â Jungkook suggested.
You sighed and smiled. âAlright, sounds good.â
Yoora squealed and stood up, âIâll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!â
âWhy donât you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?â Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yooraâs forehead before heading towards the kitchen.
As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.
âOh my god! Heâs so sweet and good looking, literally your type.â You quietly exclaimed.
âI know right! Iâm so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You wouldâve found yourself a man as well.â She excitedly whispered back.
You quietly chuckled, âI admit Hoseokâs friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldnât come.â
âRight, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. Howâs he feeling now?â
âMuch better, heâs been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.â You smiled.
âThatâs great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,â She replied, making you nod.
âOf course! Well, let's choose a movie now.â You said, grabbing the remote from the table.
âMarvel!â The two of you exclaimed.
âSpider-man!â You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.
âI heard Marvel and Spider-man, Iâm so ready to watch.â Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.
âJungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!â You excitedly asked.
âNo shit Sherlock, who isnât?â He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.
âOkay, okay, letâs watch!â
You didnât even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. Youâre so happy for Yoora.
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âY/N please come to the party!â Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.
âButââ
âNo buts, youâre coming and that's final.â She stated.
âIâm not sure about it though.â You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.
âOh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.â
âI know but weâre not so close.â
âSo what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, weâre all going to be there as well.â She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.
âFine, but I donât have aââ
âDon't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.â
âOkay, thanks.â
She knows you too well.
âDonât thank me, you know our rule.â She said, trying to sound mad.
âRight my bad.â You chuckled.
âOh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.â She exclaimed.
âYeah sure.â You replied.
âPerfect! Iâll see you tomorrow then, bye.â
âYeah see you, bye.â With that, the two of you ended the call.
Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You werenât sure if youâd go since youâd only met each other once and werenât too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasnât such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.
It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. Youâd definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. Youâd been quite nervous as you didnât want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.
Today was Thursday, meaning youâd only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know youâll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so youâll get everything ready the morning prior.
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You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.
Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.
You totally forgot.
You knew itâd be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.
[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.
*insert image*
*insert image*
After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.
As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing itâll just be Yoora butâ
What the fuck!?
[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think youâve got the wrong person.
[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yooraâs name.
[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh itâs fine
Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification
[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.
You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks
[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)
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[hobi] 5:56pm: hey Iâm downstairs
[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins iâll be down
[hobi] 5:56pm: okay Iâm waiting
You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.
You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. Itâs been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.
Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didnât notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.
âHobi!â You beam, running up to him.
âHey Y/N!â He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.
âYou look nice.â He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.
âYou donât look too bad yourself.â You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.
âI never look bad.â He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.
âAnyways, how was Chicago?â You ask.
âIt was amazing! I met a girl there actually.â He answers, making your eyes widen.
âOh my god what!â You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.
âIâll tell you on the way, get in the car first or weâll be late.â He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.
âOh yea letâs go.â You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.
Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.
âSo?â You start, staring at his side profile.
âSo what?â He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what youâre referring to.
âJung Hoseok.â His name comes sternly out your mouth.
âFine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then sheâll come back.â
âStop, that's so cool. So youâll wait till she comes back?â You curiously ask.
âYeah we both seem to like each other and weâve been talking ever since I got back.â He shyly replies.
âHobi, thatâs great! Omg I'm so happy for you.â You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.
âTo be honest, I wasnât sure if Iâd be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.â
âWait. Yoongiâs coming?â You ask, horror evident in your eyes.
âOf course weâre all friends, heâs Jimin's friend too, did you forget?â He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.
Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incidentâŠ
After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.
Jimin lives here what the fuck!
âThis isnât Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.â Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.
âOh I see, itâs really pretty.â You mumble.
âIt is. Now quit staring at it and letâs go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,â he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.
âHoseok! Hey bro.â Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.
âY/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?â He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.
âIt sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.â You beam a smile at him.
âOf course anytime, weâre friends now.â He smiles in return.
âBut sheâs my best friend.â Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.
âYeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.â Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.
As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.
Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.
âThe bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and donât hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.â Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.
Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.
âYeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know youâd be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.â Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.
âShut up! Donât embarrass me like that. Geez donât listen to him Y/N.â Jimin replies.
âItâs totally fine Jimin, itâs your party of course youâll enjoy.â You assure.
âSee! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,â he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.
âHey Jimin!â the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you donât think youâve ever met walking towards you.
Maybe heâs Taehyung?
âHey guys!â Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.
âY/N! Itâs so good to see you again.â Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.
âLikewise. How are you guys?â You ask.
âPerfectly fine. How about you?â The two say in return.
âIâm fine too.â You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.
âOh and I believe you two havenât met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.â Jimin adds, pointing towards the man youâd assume was Taehyung indeed.
âHey, Iâve heard a lot about you Y/N,â his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.
He looks so dreamy and handsome.
âI could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.â
Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, âHow the hell are his friends so good looking?â
âI donât know. Well letâs see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jimââ
âReally!â You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.
âAny problem girls? You okay Y/N?â Namjoon asks.
âUh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?â Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.
âOf course have fun! The changing room is right there.â Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.
âGot it thanks!â Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.
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You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. Youâre not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.
Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe itâs their girlfriends.
When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.
âMy girls are looking sexy.â Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you donât mind knowing itâs just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, youâve practically known each other for twenty years now.
âDonât we always.â You two retort as Hobi gives you both the âas if, I've seen you at your worstâ look.
âAnyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?â Taehyung asks in between.
âWeâd love to!â The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.
After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.
The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.
âOne Margarita for me!â Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what youâd like.
âIâd like the same,â you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.
They served it in just seconds, wow.
âSo how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?â You start, clinking your glass with hers.
âOh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,â she coos.
âReally, thatâs amazing! Still canât get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook wonât be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.â You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.
As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.
âHey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?â He asks whilst licking his lips.
âOf course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.â You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.
âOh we will, thanks.â Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.
As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.
âMind if I join you?â Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.
âUh no not at all,â you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.
âGreat. A single malt scotch whiskey please,â he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.
For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.
âDo you have something to say?â You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.
âYes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.â He states to which you quietly nod.
âRight. Thanks for reminââ
âY/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, letâs go dance.â Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.
Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.
Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.
Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.
The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.
âDonât look at me like that.â Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you donât either.
âLike what?â You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You donât know where you got this sudden confidence from but youâre going to blame the alcohol for it.
âFuck youâre gonna regret this,â he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.
Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.
You didnât want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.
âY/N.â he warns. His voice, low and stern.
You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didnât care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.
Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if theyâre only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how youâd imagine.
Thatâs where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.
When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.
Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.
He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.
âYou wanna take this upstairs,â he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.
Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. âOnly if youâre okay with it. Iâm not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mistââ
âNo!â You exclaim.
âIâŠI justâŠfuck. Okay fine letâs go!â You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know youâre overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.
Right?
âY/N once again Iâm notââ
âYoongi, I want you,â you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.
They didnât see the kiss, thank god.
Once Yoongiâs free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.
Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.
âYouâve been driving me insane all night Y/N,â he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.
âCould say the same Mr. Min,â you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.
âFuck Y/N, you sure you want this?â he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âYes.â You breathe out.
âAre you clean baby?â He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.
âYes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.â You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.
This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.
You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each otherâs lips.
âYoongi please,â you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.
âPlease what? I need words princess.â He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.
âPlease touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.â You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.
âYeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?â He says, slowly caressing your thighs.
âYes please.â You plead.
âTell me exactly what you need then.â He demands.
âNeed your dick in me fuck Yoongi justâmmph.â Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.
âCan I?â He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.
He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.
Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that youâre smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.
âI always knew youâd be beautiful in and out.â He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.
âSo fucking wet for me arenât you princess?â
âHmm only for you, now take this off,â you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.
âLike what you see baby?â He smirks.
Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!
âYoongi go on alreadâshit!â You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.
âNeed to stretch you out first.â He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.
âYoongi oh my god.â You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.
âYou like that baby?â He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.
âYes Yoonâ '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.
âFuck im so close,â you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.
âYoongi whyâd you pull out!â You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.
âCause I want you to cum all over my cock.â He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.
He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.
âShit! Youâre still so fucking tight baby. Shouldâve eaten you out too,â he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.
âFuck Yoongi, just move already.â You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.
He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.
âYou feel so fucking good baby.â He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.
âFuck Yoon youâre so good, shit right there.â You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongiâs hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.
âShit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!â Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him âYoonâ was making him go crazy.
âFuck, youâre gonna cream my cock princess yea?â He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.
âYes! Please go faster!â You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.
âFaster? shit youâre making me go crazy Y/N.â Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.
âGonna cum Yoongi!â You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.
âWill cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?â He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.
âYoongi yes fuck, please justâ cant hold it.â you cry out.
âCum for me then.â He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.
Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. âJust wanted to taste you,â he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.
âYou didnât cum,â you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.
âIt's fine.â He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.
âNo itâs not, youâve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.â You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.
âFuck, I told you not to call me that but youâre right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?â He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.
âIâd love to, Mr. Min.â You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.
âDonât fucking tease baby.â He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and heâd do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.
âFuck youâre taking me so well princess.â He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldnât be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.
He groans and throws his head back, âNot gonna last long fuck.â
After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew heâd cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.
âShit, gonna cum.â He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.
âShit sorry, are you okay?â Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.
âIâm good, just tired.â You tell him with an amused smile.
âLetâs get you cleaned okay.â He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.
Was this the same man a few minutes ago?
You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.
âYoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.â You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.
âIâll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.â He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.
âDonât tell him that weââ
âNo way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.â He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.
âThank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.â You wish him, eyes closed as youâre already half asleep in his embrace.
Yoongi smiles and mutters back, ânight princess,â before falling into deep slumber himself.
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Itâs been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.
You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.
âHey Yoonââ
âWe need to talk.â He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.
âIs the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happeâ?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.
âI canât anymore.â He mumbles, staring at the floor.
âCant what Yoongi? Are you okay?â You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.
âFuck I justâ I think Iâm in love with you.â He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.
âYouâre what?â You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.
âIâm in love with you. I know we havenât gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I canât stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we likeâŠyou know, will you be my girlfriend?â He nervously confesses.
âIs Mr. Min nervous?â You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.
âY/N. I'm serious.â He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.
âWell, Iâd love to be your girlfriend.â You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.
âYoongi,â you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.
âJust kiss me already goddamn it.â You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.
When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.
âHow about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.â
âOh my gâ Yoongi!â You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?
âOh come on, I know youâd love it.â Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
âI would but I love you more.â You giggle pecking his cheeks.
âNot more than how much I love you though,â he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
âTomorrow is a big day.â You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.
âI know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.â He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.
âYouâre just saying that because you like me.â You retort, making him lean up to face you.
âThis is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldnât be more proud of you.â
âI should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,â you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.
âOh, were you observing me princess?â He asks you in a teasing manner.
âHmm couldnât stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.â You reply, not even denying it.
âWhichever you like,â he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.
âYoon what are you doââ
âGetting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.â He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.
âNice room.â He compliments whilst looking around. Heâs an interior designer himself, of course heâd say something about it.
âThank you, wanna stay over?â You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.
âWould love to.â He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each otherâs arm and fall into deep slumber.
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The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.
Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseokâs friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they werenât even surprised, especially your mom.
âI knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.â These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.
Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldnât keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.
âNever knew youâd be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.â Yoora had whispered to you.
âCanât believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldnât figure it out.â Hoseok had beamed.
You are currently in Yoongiâs black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.
You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongiâs cold hand on your thigh.
âYou know my offer from yesterday still stands.â He says, making you frown.
âWhat are you talking about?â You question him.
âDonât act so innocent baby, you know what Iâm talking about.â Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.
âYoon, I already paid you back.â You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.
âHm, but that wasnât enough.â He retorts.
âWhat do you mean I gave baââ
âYou made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.â He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.
âI love you so much.â You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.
âI love you too.â He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.
âAlso, Iâd like to accept your offer Mr. Min.â You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.
âOh my love, I hope you know youâre in for a long night then.â He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldnât notice you turning red.
sugar | myg
pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader
genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut
summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friendâs friend and the finest man youâve ever encountered.
warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot
word count » 11k
a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.
You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.
âThank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.â You said, smiling at him.
âAre you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?â He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldnât have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.
âNo itâs just that youâve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you canât rest the one day youâre free just because of me.â You explained, feeling a bit guilty.
âHey, itâs all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.â He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.
âIndeed it is.â You nodded, agreeing with him.
It finally feels like home, your home.
âBetter treat me to a nice dinner later missy.â He joked making you chuckle.
âOf course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.â You joked back.
âDo you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jusââ
You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.
âHobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, youâve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.â You blurted out.
âNow, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?â He smirked.
You rolled your eyes, âAs friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.â
âOf course, anytime, Iâm just a call away you know.â He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.
You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.
âShit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.â
âIt's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said âhiâ.â You replied, leading him to the door.
âWill do.â He asserted, opening the door to walk out.
âBy the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.â He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.
âAlright thanks Hobi, bye!â You beamed.
âBye Y/N,â and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.
â«âââĄâââȘ
After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.
âMy head hurts now.â You whined.
Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didnât work out and you didnât have any sugar left in the house.
A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing itâs 10pm. You didnât want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.
His friend.
For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you wonât move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.
âFuck it!â You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.
Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You donât even know why youâre so nervous, heâs Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?
Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.
âYes?â He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.
âUmm hey, I donât know if he told you yet but Iâm Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? Iâll make sure to give you bacââ
Thud.
What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.
âWhere are you going?â
You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.
âI thought yoââ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.
âTake the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.â He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.
âOh I donât need that muââ
âJust take it. Pay me a quarter back later.â He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.
Guess heâs not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.
âUh okay, thanksââ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.
âItâs nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.â
Thud.
â«âââĄâââȘ
It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.
âHeâs just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesnât talk much but heâs nice.â
Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseokâs words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldnât he be? He definitely wouldnât have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.
âGood morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, hereâs the money.â You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.
âOh, thanks.â
Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.
Fuck he looks hot.
One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. Youâve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You donât think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasnât introduced you to the other two yet but youâre sure theyâre probably hella fine as well.
âDo you need anything else?â You didnât realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.
âHuh? Uh no sorry iâll take my leave now, thank you once again.â You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.
â«âââĄâââȘ
âMom you didnât have to, you know?â You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.
âDonât be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldnât come visit?â She retorted.
âI donât mean it like that, itâs a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.â
âYour dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, donât worry too much.â She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.
âAlright, I'm sure he didnât come since he would be busy catching up with work so Iâll go meet him at the company sometime this week.â You said, opening the door with your keys.
âOf course, heâll be so happy to see you.â She beamed.
When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.
âOh my god Y/N, itâs beautiful, I love it!â She exclaimed, making you chuckle.
âIâm glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.â
âIt looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?â Your mom asked, holding your hands.
âYoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,â you replied.
âMake sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.â
âThat would definitely boost their ego but will do,â you said, making the two of you laugh.
You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.
âYou had someone coming over?â Your mom asked.
âNo but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,â you answered as she nodded.
You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasnât a delivery manâ
âYoongi?â
âUh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you werenât home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.â He nervously explained.
Cute.
âOh my god, thank you so much!â You exclaimed.
âItâs a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.â He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.
âOh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.â You apologized thinking of how he mightâve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.
âRight here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,â you said, finally placing the box down.
âItâs fin-â
âOh my, who might this young man be?â You heard your mom ask.
Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.
âHeâs just my neighbour, donât assume anything mom.â You declared before she could say anything more.
âYou know you donât have to hide anything from me right?â She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.
âMom. Iâm not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.â
âWell then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.â
âMom!â You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.
âItâs nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but Iâm afraid I canât accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.â
That was so formal, he sounded so nice.
âOh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when youâre free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.â
âUh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, Iâll take my leave now.â Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.
As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.
âWe should go eat Y/N,â your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.
You sighed, âyouâre right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!â
You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.
Thereâs no way you would. You two donât even know each other and heâs too rude sometimes.
Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know thereâs no way youâd face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.
[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n
[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. Iâm so sorry, sheâs just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.
[yoongi] 9:43pm: itâs okay, I already forgot
[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?
[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok
[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg
[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight
[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn
dry texter but whatever, now that thatâs cleared, you can peacefully sleep.
â«âââĄâââȘ
âYoora, Iâm on my way to meet dad right now, Iâll call you later okay.â You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.
âYou better call though, I have some important news to share.â
âOkay okay donât worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.â
You heard her chuckle, âtrust me you would love it.â
âOn second thoughts, tell me now.â You retorted, getting excited about the âimportant newsâ she wanted to share.
âNope, call me later bye!â
âYoora no!â You yelled but she hung up already.
You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didnât even realize that you already reached your dad's company.
Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairmanâs daughter.
âHey, is dad free?â You asked the receptionist at the front desk.
âHeâs in his office Miss Y/N, but Iâll call him and let him know youâre here.â She responded.
âUh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. Iâll just go.â You protested.
âAlright but he has someone over right now.â
âIt's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till heâs done.â You said.
âAs you wish Miss Y/N.â She respectfully bowed.
You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dadâs office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.
âYoongi? What are you doing here?â You questioned as you walked up to him.
âY/N?â He raised a brow turning towards you.
âYou two know each other?â Your dad beamed in.
âDad!â You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.
âHey sweetheart, how are you?â He asked.
âI'm all good, how are you now?â
âMuch better, especially now that you're here.â He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.
âAnyways back to my question, you two know each other?â Your dad asked once again.
âWeâre neighbours.â Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.
âDad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?â You questioned both of them.
âHeâs the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.â Your dad proudly announced.
You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.
âI was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If thatâs fine with you and Yoongi of course.â Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.
âSure, I donât have any other schedule for today.â Yoongi confirmed.
âPerfect! How about you Y/N?â Your dad asked.
âOh yea sure.â You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.
With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.
âI want to do something big this time.â Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.
âWhat do you mean by that dad?â You muddled.
âMaybe a showcase-like exhibition.â Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.
âPerfect! Thatâs a great idea, we'll do that.â Your dad happily exclaimed.
âWait, so weâll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?â You asked, amazed by the idea.
âSomething exactly like that.â Yoongi confirmed.
âOh my god, youâre so smart. Iâm sure this will benefit all our companies â You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.
âUh sorry I just got a bit excited.â You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.
âYoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?â Your dad asked, looking back at him.
âHow about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so itâll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.â Yoongi replied.
âHmm, I think thatâs great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.â You suggested.
âYea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.â Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.
A few minutes later your dadâs words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.
âSorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.â You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.
[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???
[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are
[yoora] 2:14pm: itâs been almost 4 hours
[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news
[yoora] 2:14pm: itâs important.
[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!
[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or iâll never tell you.
[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!
[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!
[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, itâs only been 3 hours
[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing
[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, iâm almost done here so tell me where to meet you
[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.
[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon
[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!
âDad I actually have to leave right now.â You announced, closing your phone screen.
âSo suddenly? Is everything okay?â He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.
âYes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yooraâs place.â You responded.
âOh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.â He said standing up.
âWill do, Iâll leave now and please take care of yourself.â You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.
âUh itâs an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.â You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.
You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. âJust call me Yoongi.â
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âYou have a what!â You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.
âI have a boyfriend.â Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.
âOh my god Yoora, this is huge!â You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.
âI know, heâs actually coming over in a few minutes.â She said, making you widen your eyes.
âWhy did you call me then! Do I know him? Whatâs his name? How long have you been dating?â You bombarded her with questions.
âY/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I donât think you know him but youâve definitely heard of him. Heâs actually one of Hoseok's friends.â Yoora said, making you frown.
âReally? Who?â You questioned.
Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.
âI think thatâs him.â
You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.
âHi babe, I missed you.â You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a âI missed you too.â from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.
As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.
âHey you must be Y/N. Iâm Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Itâs nice finally meeting you.â He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.
âSo youâre the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. Itâs nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.â You joked whilst shaking his hand.
âIâ letâs not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.â He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.
âAnyways how and since when have you two been dating?â You asked curiously.
âUh weâd been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.â Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldnât attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.
âIâm sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and donât be mad, youâre still the first one to know anyways.â Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.
âItâs fine, Iâm so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear Iâll kill you.â You threatened him.
âI swear I wonât, I love her too much.â He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.
Heâs definitely the one for her.
âWell I guess Iâll leave you two be, donât want to to be a third wheel.â You laughed.
âNo no please donât. I know youâre free today and we havenât been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.â She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.
âAre you sure?â You asked, still having second thoughts.
âWeâre sure, we can watch a movie if youâd like.â Jungkook suggested.
You sighed and smiled. âAlright, sounds good.â
Yoora squealed and stood up, âIâll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!â
âWhy donât you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?â Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yooraâs forehead before heading towards the kitchen.
As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.
âOh my god! Heâs so sweet and good looking, literally your type.â You quietly exclaimed.
âI know right! Iâm so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You wouldâve found yourself a man as well.â She excitedly whispered back.
You quietly chuckled, âI admit Hoseokâs friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldnât come.â
âRight, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. Howâs he feeling now?â
âMuch better, heâs been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.â You smiled.
âThatâs great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,â She replied, making you nod.
âOf course! Well, let's choose a movie now.â You said, grabbing the remote from the table.
âMarvel!â The two of you exclaimed.
âSpider-man!â You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.
âI heard Marvel and Spider-man, Iâm so ready to watch.â Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.
âJungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!â You excitedly asked.
âNo shit Sherlock, who isnât?â He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.
âOkay, okay, letâs watch!â
You didnât even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. Youâre so happy for Yoora.
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âY/N please come to the party!â Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.
âButââ
âNo buts, youâre coming and that's final.â She stated.
âIâm not sure about it though.â You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.
âOh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.â
âI know but weâre not so close.â
âSo what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, weâre all going to be there as well.â She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.
âFine, but I donât have aââ
âDon't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.â
âOkay, thanks.â
She knows you too well.
âDonât thank me, you know our rule.â She said, trying to sound mad.
âRight my bad.â You chuckled.
âOh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.â She exclaimed.
âYeah sure.â You replied.
âPerfect! Iâll see you tomorrow then, bye.â
âYeah see you, bye.â With that, the two of you ended the call.
Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You werenât sure if youâd go since youâd only met each other once and werenât too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasnât such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.
It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. Youâd definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. Youâd been quite nervous as you didnât want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.
Today was Thursday, meaning youâd only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know youâll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so youâll get everything ready the morning prior.
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You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.
Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.
You totally forgot.
You knew itâd be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.
[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.
*insert image*
*insert image*
After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.
As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing itâll just be Yoora butâ
What the fuck!?
[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think youâve got the wrong person.
[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yooraâs name.
[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh itâs fine
Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification
[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.
You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks
[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)
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[hobi] 5:56pm: hey Iâm downstairs
[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins iâll be down
[hobi] 5:56pm: okay Iâm waiting
You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.
You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. Itâs been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.
Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didnât notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.
âHobi!â You beam, running up to him.
âHey Y/N!â He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.
âYou look nice.â He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.
âYou donât look too bad yourself.â You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.
âI never look bad.â He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.
âAnyways, how was Chicago?â You ask.
âIt was amazing! I met a girl there actually.â He answers, making your eyes widen.
âOh my god what!â You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.
âIâll tell you on the way, get in the car first or weâll be late.â He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.
âOh yea letâs go.â You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.
Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.
âSo?â You start, staring at his side profile.
âSo what?â He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what youâre referring to.
âJung Hoseok.â His name comes sternly out your mouth.
âFine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then sheâll come back.â
âStop, that's so cool. So youâll wait till she comes back?â You curiously ask.
âYeah we both seem to like each other and weâve been talking ever since I got back.â He shyly replies.
âHobi, thatâs great! Omg I'm so happy for you.â You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.
âTo be honest, I wasnât sure if Iâd be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.â
âWait. Yoongiâs coming?â You ask, horror evident in your eyes.
âOf course weâre all friends, heâs Jimin's friend too, did you forget?â He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.
Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incidentâŠ
After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.
Jimin lives here what the fuck!
âThis isnât Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.â Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.
âOh I see, itâs really pretty.â You mumble.
âIt is. Now quit staring at it and letâs go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,â he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.
âHoseok! Hey bro.â Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.
âY/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?â He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.
âIt sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.â You beam a smile at him.
âOf course anytime, weâre friends now.â He smiles in return.
âBut sheâs my best friend.â Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.
âYeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.â Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.
As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.
Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.
âThe bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and donât hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.â Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.
Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.
âYeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know youâd be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.â Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.
âShut up! Donât embarrass me like that. Geez donât listen to him Y/N.â Jimin replies.
âItâs totally fine Jimin, itâs your party of course youâll enjoy.â You assure.
âSee! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,â he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.
âHey Jimin!â the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you donât think youâve ever met walking towards you.
Maybe heâs Taehyung?
âHey guys!â Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.
âY/N! Itâs so good to see you again.â Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.
âLikewise. How are you guys?â You ask.
âPerfectly fine. How about you?â The two say in return.
âIâm fine too.â You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.
âOh and I believe you two havenât met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.â Jimin adds, pointing towards the man youâd assume was Taehyung indeed.
âHey, Iâve heard a lot about you Y/N,â his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.
He looks so dreamy and handsome.
âI could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.â
Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, âHow the hell are his friends so good looking?â
âI donât know. Well letâs see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jimââ
âReally!â You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.
âAny problem girls? You okay Y/N?â Namjoon asks.
âUh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?â Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.
âOf course have fun! The changing room is right there.â Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.
âGot it thanks!â Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.
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You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. Youâre not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.
Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe itâs their girlfriends.
When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.
âMy girls are looking sexy.â Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you donât mind knowing itâs just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, youâve practically known each other for twenty years now.
âDonât we always.â You two retort as Hobi gives you both the âas if, I've seen you at your worstâ look.
âAnyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?â Taehyung asks in between.
âWeâd love to!â The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.
After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.
The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.
âOne Margarita for me!â Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what youâd like.
âIâd like the same,â you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.
They served it in just seconds, wow.
âSo how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?â You start, clinking your glass with hers.
âOh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,â she coos.
âReally, thatâs amazing! Still canât get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook wonât be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.â You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.
As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.
âHey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?â He asks whilst licking his lips.
âOf course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.â You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.
âOh we will, thanks.â Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.
As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.
âMind if I join you?â Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.
âUh no not at all,â you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.
âGreat. A single malt scotch whiskey please,â he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.
For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.
âDo you have something to say?â You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.
âYes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.â He states to which you quietly nod.
âRight. Thanks for reminââ
âY/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, letâs go dance.â Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.
Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.
Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.
Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.
The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.
âDonât look at me like that.â Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you donât either.
âLike what?â You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You donât know where you got this sudden confidence from but youâre going to blame the alcohol for it.
âFuck youâre gonna regret this,â he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.
Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.
You didnât want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.
âY/N.â he warns. His voice, low and stern.
You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didnât care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.
Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if theyâre only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how youâd imagine.
Thatâs where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.
When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.
Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.
He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.
âYou wanna take this upstairs,â he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.
Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. âOnly if youâre okay with it. Iâm not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mistââ
âNo!â You exclaim.
âIâŠI justâŠfuck. Okay fine letâs go!â You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know youâre overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.
Right?
âY/N once again Iâm notââ
âYoongi, I want you,â you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.
They didnât see the kiss, thank god.
Once Yoongiâs free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.
Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.
âYouâve been driving me insane all night Y/N,â he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.
âCould say the same Mr. Min,â you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.
âFuck Y/N, you sure you want this?â he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âYes.â You breathe out.
âAre you clean baby?â He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.
âYes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.â You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.
This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.
You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each otherâs lips.
âYoongi please,â you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.
âPlease what? I need words princess.â He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.
âPlease touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.â You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.
âYeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?â He says, slowly caressing your thighs.
âYes please.â You plead.
âTell me exactly what you need then.â He demands.
âNeed your dick in me fuck Yoongi justâmmph.â Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.
âCan I?â He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.
He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.
Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that youâre smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.
âI always knew youâd be beautiful in and out.â He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.
âSo fucking wet for me arenât you princess?â
âHmm only for you, now take this off,â you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.
âLike what you see baby?â He smirks.
Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!
âYoongi go on alreadâshit!â You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.
âNeed to stretch you out first.â He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.
âYoongi oh my god.â You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.
âYou like that baby?â He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.
âYes Yoonâ '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.
âFuck im so close,â you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.
âYoongi whyâd you pull out!â You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.
âCause I want you to cum all over my cock.â He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.
He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.
âShit! Youâre still so fucking tight baby. Shouldâve eaten you out too,â he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.
âFuck Yoongi, just move already.â You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.
He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.
âYou feel so fucking good baby.â He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.
âFuck Yoon youâre so good, shit right there.â You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongiâs hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.
âShit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!â Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him âYoonâ was making him go crazy.
âFuck, youâre gonna cream my cock princess yea?â He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.
âYes! Please go faster!â You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.
âFaster? shit youâre making me go crazy Y/N.â Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.
âGonna cum Yoongi!â You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.
âWill cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?â He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.
âYoongi yes fuck, please justâ cant hold it.â you cry out.
âCum for me then.â He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.
Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. âJust wanted to taste you,â he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.
âYou didnât cum,â you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.
âIt's fine.â He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.
âNo itâs not, youâve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.â You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.
âFuck, I told you not to call me that but youâre right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?â He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.
âIâd love to, Mr. Min.â You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.
âDonât fucking tease baby.â He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and heâd do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.
âFuck youâre taking me so well princess.â He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldnât be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.
He groans and throws his head back, âNot gonna last long fuck.â
After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew heâd cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.
âShit, gonna cum.â He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.
âShit sorry, are you okay?â Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.
âIâm good, just tired.â You tell him with an amused smile.
âLetâs get you cleaned okay.â He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.
Was this the same man a few minutes ago?
You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.
âYoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.â You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.
âIâll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.â He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.
âDonât tell him that weââ
âNo way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.â He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.
âThank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.â You wish him, eyes closed as youâre already half asleep in his embrace.
Yoongi smiles and mutters back, ânight princess,â before falling into deep slumber himself.
â«âââĄâââȘ
Itâs been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.
You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.
âHey Yoonââ
âWe need to talk.â He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.
âIs the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happeâ?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.
âI canât anymore.â He mumbles, staring at the floor.
âCant what Yoongi? Are you okay?â You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.
âFuck I justâ I think Iâm in love with you.â He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.
âYouâre what?â You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.
âIâm in love with you. I know we havenât gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I canât stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we likeâŠyou know, will you be my girlfriend?â He nervously confesses.
âIs Mr. Min nervous?â You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.
âY/N. I'm serious.â He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.
âWell, Iâd love to be your girlfriend.â You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.
âYoongi,â you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.
âJust kiss me already goddamn it.â You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.
When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.
âHow about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.â
âOh my gâ Yoongi!â You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?
âOh come on, I know youâd love it.â Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
âI would but I love you more.â You giggle pecking his cheeks.
âNot more than how much I love you though,â he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
âTomorrow is a big day.â You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.
âI know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.â He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.
âYouâre just saying that because you like me.â You retort, making him lean up to face you.
âThis is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldnât be more proud of you.â
âI should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,â you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.
âOh, were you observing me princess?â He asks you in a teasing manner.
âHmm couldnât stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.â You reply, not even denying it.
âWhichever you like,â he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.
âYoon what are you doââ
âGetting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.â He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.
âNice room.â He compliments whilst looking around. Heâs an interior designer himself, of course heâd say something about it.
âThank you, wanna stay over?â You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.
âWould love to.â He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each otherâs arm and fall into deep slumber.
â«âââĄâââȘ
The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.
Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseokâs friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they werenât even surprised, especially your mom.
âI knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.â These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.
Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldnât keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.
âNever knew youâd be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.â Yoora had whispered to you.
âCanât believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldnât figure it out.â Hoseok had beamed.
You are currently in Yoongiâs black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.
You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongiâs cold hand on your thigh.
âYou know my offer from yesterday still stands.â He says, making you frown.
âWhat are you talking about?â You question him.
âDonât act so innocent baby, you know what Iâm talking about.â Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.
âYoon, I already paid you back.â You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.
âHm, but that wasnât enough.â He retorts.
âWhat do you mean I gave baââ
âYou made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.â He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.
âI love you so much.â You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.
âI love you too.â He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.
âAlso, Iâd like to accept your offer Mr. Min.â You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.
âOh my love, I hope you know youâre in for a long night then.â He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldnât notice you turning red.
so close - m.yg.
genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance (13.5k)
summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fic in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.
note: writing after so long felt liberating, i hope you feel through my words.
this one is dedicated to my soulmate, @hopefuldreamloveâ
masterlistÂ
âyou know what? iâm done, iâm fucking done with your nonsense, i hope this stupid roof falls on your head!â your screams bounced off the walls loudly as you dragged your bags to the front door, you no longer recognized yourself.
when had it become this bad?
âi hope so too, at least that way i donât have to hear you scream like a banshee on drugs, just get the fuck out alreadyâ yoongi huffs as he matches your vicious tone, but his chest tugs at him, begging him to move and stop you before it was too late, before you actually left and never came back. but his pride was stronger, he wasnât going to beg you to stay, he was stubborn enough to pretend this didnât affect him at all.
you donât respond or even turn back to look at him one last time, you slam the door and trudge your luggage impatiently to the elevator.
yoongi couldnât move, he watched the front door with pursed lips, he couldnât believe that after all this time, this was how you two were going down.
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so close - m.yg.
genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance (13.5k)
summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fic in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.
note: writing after so long felt liberating, i hope you feel through my words.
this one is dedicated to my soulmate, @hopefuldreamloveâ
masterlistÂ
âyou know what? iâm done, iâm fucking done with your nonsense, i hope this stupid roof falls on your head!â your screams bounced off the walls loudly as you dragged your bags to the front door, you no longer recognized yourself.
when had it become this bad?
âi hope so too, at least that way i donât have to hear you scream like a banshee on drugs, just get the fuck out alreadyâ yoongi huffs as he matches your vicious tone, but his chest tugs at him, begging him to move and stop you before it was too late, before you actually left and never came back. but his pride was stronger, he wasnât going to beg you to stay, he was stubborn enough to pretend this didnât affect him at all.
you donât respond or even turn back to look at him one last time, you slam the door and trudge your luggage impatiently to the elevator.
yoongi couldnât move, he watched the front door with pursed lips, he couldnât believe that after all this time, this was how you two were going down.
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clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or iâll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if youâre on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: heheheâŠ
âSir, over here,â you overhear someone whisper â probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You donât move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesnât move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. Heâs calculated and smart â knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
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clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or iâll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if youâre on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: heheheâŠ
âSir, over here,â you overhear someone whisper â probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You donât move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesnât move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. Heâs calculated and smart â knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
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clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or iâll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if youâre on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: heheheâŠ
âSir, over here,â you overhear someone whisper â probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You donât move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesnât move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. Heâs calculated and smart â knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
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clandestine | myg (m) teaser
pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader
genre(s)&au(s): gang au, bitch better have my money or iâll fuck ur girl au, angst, pwp, smut
rating: 18+
wordcount: teaser - 405
warning(s)&smutwarning(s): strong language, mentions of weapons, threats of murder
summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if youâre on offer, then he just cant say no to that.
banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics
note: heheheâŠ
âSir, over here,â you overhear someone whisper â probably having heard the snoring from above you.
The sound of heavy duty combat boots picking up pace and heading straight in your direction makes you still. You donât move an inch in fear of getting caught, placing a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing at bay.
From underneath the bed, you count five pairs of boots. They move slowly around the bed surrounding you in a circle. Two of them make their way to the side of the bed where Hee-won lies and another two direct themselves to your side of the bed, vanishing behind the comforter that you had pulled down earlier.
The remaining body doesnât move from the bottom of the bed. Instead, you watch on as he pulls out the chair from underneath the vanity; the scraping of the chair legs against the floor is like nails on a chalkboard causing you to hiss at the sound.
He sits down in the chair and spreads his legs too casually for someone who is breaking into an apartment which can only mean he has done this many times in the past. Heâs calculated and smart â knows how to play the game.
The room is silent.
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Over 18âs Only.
Feedback appreciated.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Donât You Want A Taste?âŠ
âWhy do you love me?â He asks awkwardly while watching you decorate the chocolate cake for tonightâs party.
âWhoa!⊠who said anything about, I mean what makes you think I love you?â You joke.
He looks down at the floor and scratches his head stuttering⊠âyou erm we⊠well I⊠I mean⊠wait! what?â
He looks up to check your facial expression and catches your smile.
âOh!⊠you little shit!â He says jumping off his stool, he chases you round the kitchen island⊠while you point the spatula at him like a sword!
You run round it a couple of times before you cave, desperate for him to catch you. Just as his hands grab you round the waist from behind pulling you in to him.
One hand sliding into your half buttoned over sized shirt and cupping your breast, gently kneading it and the other hand is straight between your legs, his fingers working their magic rubbing in all the right places.
You slowly grind against him resting your head on his shoulder, while he plants delicate kisses from the back of your ear down to the nape of your neck.
Heâs just too good, you moan into his ear. This only encourages him, he slowly turns you round to face him, pushing you back against the kitchen work top and grabbing your arse.
You patiently wait for his lips on yours, only to open your eyes and be met with his confused facial expression staring back at you.
It isnt long until you too share the same expression.
âWhat the hell?â You both gasp!
Yoongi has chocolate frosting smeared on one side of his cheek and under his jawline and you now have it down the nape of your neck leaving a trail of his kisses on you from only moments ago.
You look down to your hands and realise youâre still holding onto the chocolate covered spatula.
You both burst out laughing!
Smiling you offer him the spatula like a lollipop.
Yoongi canât take his eyes off you as you both lean in for a lick. He quickly grabs the spatula out of the way and replaces it with his lips, kissing you hard he almost takes your breath away, pulling you into him as if werenât already close enough.
He slowly stops, letting you up for air and gently starts to seductively lick at the chocolate smeared on your cheek and neck.
A little smile forming at the side of his mouth as heâs reminded of how confused you both were earlier.
âStop it! Your smile is distracting!â you smile
âI canât help it! You looked so confusedâ
âI did?!â You gasp.
âYou should have seen your face!⊠Here, let me clean you up.â
You take his face in one hand and grab the kitchen towel with the other.
He pouts⊠âDonât you want a taste?â
Such a flirt how can you resist?
You jokingly over exaggerate licking your lips and start to slowly kiss and lick the chocolate from his jawline.
Turns out you canât resist him and your kisses slowly move to the corner of his lips, lightly pecking them moving on to his bottom lip, nibbling it teasing him to open his mouth with your tongue.
He obliges, kissing you hard as he grabs hold of your ass and lifts you up on to the work top.
Your legs wrapped around his waist while his kisses get deeper and more needy.
Thrusting yourselves against each other, he grabs at your shirt lifting it from under your arse. You undo his belt buckle and fumble at the button of his jeans finally pulling them down enough so you can grab hold of his peach of an arse, digging your nails into it.
You moan as he rubs his crotch against you, you run your fingers through his long hair. He pulls open your shirt and your boobs pop out and his mouth is on them in an instant.
You canât bear it anymore you need him inside you now!
âYoon⊠please, I need youâŠâ
Youâre interrupted by a light buzzing against your thigh, confusion across your face again and Yoongi pauses as he felt it too.
You both look down at the crotch of his jeans and he vibrates again!
You both look up at each other.
âNooo!â You cry⊠âplease not nowâ
âNo, no, no fuck noâ Yoongi pleadsâŠ
âWait! Is it my work phone or my own phone, what time is it?⊠Shiiiitt!â
Frantically padding at his pockets he grabs his phone⊠shouting âfuuuuck!â When he sees whoâs calling and the time!
Heâs supposed to be working from home and has an online meeting with Bang and an artist he will be collaborating with.
âIâm sorry!⊠Iâm so sorry!â He pleads to you trying to pull his jeans back over his erection, kissing you while fixing his hair and adjusting his t-shirt.
You tip your head back and let out a frustrated moanâŠ
âHiââŠ. âYeah sorry Boss, weâve been having internet connection issues, Iâm just getting logged back on now. Iâm so sorry for keeping you both waitingâ
His eyes pleading with you as youâre left sitting in the same position he left you in.
Tits out, a couple of buttons still fastened on your shirt, legs spread open and a space where Yoongi should be.
Turns out trying to rush to get ready for an online meeting with an erection is very difficult and the longer he looks at you sat there the less chance he has of it calming down.
Yoongi is flustered to fuck heading into his studio, he darenât look back at you, fighting the urge to rip your shirt off and fuck you senseless.
Who thinks to check the time in the heat of the moment? If you had, you would have realised you were cutting it fine, you only had just over an hour before you had to finish the cake and be at the party.
Pissed off and horny, you hop from the work top.
Start disinfecting the benches and cleaning the spatula, laughing to yourself at the state of you both.
Yoongi would be locked in the meeting for a good while yet. You add the finishing touches to the cake and get yourself showered and ready for the party.
You head out cake in hand, leaving him a note under the spatula reminding him of the address for Jiminâs party, signing off with âI Spatula You â„ïžâ.
It would be an all nighter anyway so even if he manages an hour or two then Jimin would be happy.
You arrive to be greeted by the birthday boy, heâs over the moon with his birthday cake decorated with Purple Hearts and flowers as requested.
The drinks are flowing youâre having the best time with the guys and staff, checking your phone for text updates from Yoongi.
He messaged 20 minutes ago⊠âon my way, see you soon. I spatula you big time â„ïžâ
A big smile beams across your face.
It doesnât go unnoticed.
Hobie asks what youâre smiling at and you explain âLetâs just say I had a lot of fun decorating the cake!â
He doesnât get it but he smiles along with you.
Just then you feel hands wrap around your waist and the warmth of Yoongiâs lips on your neck and his body pressed against you.
You turn around to kiss him helloâŠ
And again you have that confused look on your face putting your hand to your mouth.
âWhat?⊠what is it? Whatâs wrong?â He says
You start to laugh.
Hobie interrupts âAaaaahh now I get itâ and busts out laughing taking his phone out and snapping a pic of Yoongis face.
Getting pissed off he asks again âWhat?!â
âYoongi my love, youâve still got chocolate on your face!â
âWhat?â
Rubbing at the wrong cheek heâs getting flustered.
âAaaaghhh! No way!â Stamping his feet as He shouts âAaah! It makes sense now! No wonder Bang and Psy were looking at me weird throughout the meeting!, I must look like a total dick!â
Hugging him, you try to reassure him that itâs not that bad, âItâs not that noticeableâ (a lie). He pouts and kisses you firmly on the lips.
âHiâ he says sounding a little defeated.
âHere, let me clean it offâ you grab a serviette from the table and lick it ready to wipe his face. He pulls his head back and asks âDonât you want a taste?â with his trademark smirk.
You laugh opting to clean it with the tissue instead, kissing him while you wipe.
As soon as his lips touch yours your mind races back to sitting on the work top with your legs wrapped around his waist. Clenching your thighs together feeling flustered and horny in the middle of a dance floor is not ideal, you pull away from himâŠ
He pouts again⊠looking at your face trying to work out why the kiss didnât go on for longer.
You whisper in his ear telling him how horny you are and if he doesnât find somewhere secluded in the nightclub to fuck you in the next 5 mins and finish what he started then youâre going to the toilets and youâll do it yourself.
He doesnât need to be told twice⊠he grabs your wrist, his eyes frantically scanning the club, walking/looking for somewhere secluded.
Both the male and female toilets are on either side of the brightly lit bar thereâs no way you can be that discreet.
He doesnât have his car as you both arrived in taxis
âYoongi, if this doesnât happen in the next 5mins, I swear Iâm going to have to go to the toilets, I can barely walk! I need you inside me now!â
Just as the words pass your lips JK walks by, he can read Yoongiâs face like a book and the fact that the last words he heard were âinside me now!â. He couldnât help but laugh, pulling Yoongi to one side he points upstairs to the closed off curtained VIP booths.
You both practically sprint up the stairs, past caring if youâre discreet or not.
He flings open the curtains, itâs dimly lit perfect mood setting.
As soon as the curtains close his hands are on you, his fingers in your hair as he kisses you so desperately.
âFuckâ you moan into his mouth.
Youâre grabbing at his belt buckle and fighting with that fucking jeans button again, he slides his hands up either thigh under your tight jersey dress looking for underwear to pull down, only to let out a moan of frustration realising again you werenât wearing any.
He leans his head into your neck âyou will be the death of me woman!â Gently biting your neck.
You paw at his jeans pushing them down further exposing his perfectly erect penis.
He gently moves you so your back is now rested against the pillar, hoisting your leg up and resting it on his hip he moves his hand to your pussy and starts rubbing small sensual circlesâŠ
âYOONGI AHH!â You shout⊠shocking yourself at the same time.
âNo time for that. Please!!⊠FUCK! ME! NOW!â
He laughs and does as heâs told.
He positions himself perfectly and the relief you feel when he pushes himself inside you, filling you up you canât help but let out a moan of total pleasure and youâre holding on to him for dear life.
He starts off slowly but as soon as your hands are on his arse and youâre pleading, whispering in his ear to âFuck me hardâ he starts hammering away.
Your hands are all over him ending up in his hair as you kiss him with total desperation. Both your legs are now round his waist as he picks up the pace.
He has one hand on the pillar for support and the other hooked on your arse and heâs fucking you with all heâs got.
The sounds he makes in your ear are driving you wild. Heâs so fucking hot youâre not sure how much longer you can go.
He grabs hold of your arse with both hands and carryâs you over to the sofa, he sits and you straddle him sinking yourself back onto him without hesitation.
You both let out a moan as you slowly start thrusting on to him again. Picking up the pace as you both get back into the rhythm.
He pulls the top of your dress and the cups of your bra down, freeing your breasts as you bounce hard on his cock. He leans in licking, kissing at your nipples. You throw your head back as he keeps fucking you hard repeatedly hitting your g-spot, you feel the knot in your stomach ready to snap, he feels so fucking good.
You try to form words to tell him youâre close, just as he sucks a breath in through his teeth, his eyes close and he throws his head back on the sofa, he lets out an almighty satisfied âAaaagghâ as you tighten yourself around him and continue to fuck him while he cums inside you.
Seconds later you join him, cursing as you cum, your body is on fire, you can barely feel your legs as he holds you tightly in place not wanting to let you go.
âFuuuuuuuck me Yoongi!â You let out a sighâŠ
âI think I just didâ he smiles.
You both lean in for a kiss his hands on your arse, then sliding slowly up your back and eventually in your hair as he kisses you slow and hard tugging at your hair a little. Your favourite kind of Yoongi kiss.
âStoooop⊠or weâll be here all night!â
You grab a handful of serviettes from the stand and clean yourselves up, a little unsteady on your feet. He helps adjust your boobs back in your bra, making sure you both look presentable. Youâre going to need a minute before you can walk down the stairs again.
Grabbing his arse you leave the booth with a spring in your step!
âDo not under any circumstance make eye contact with JKâ he says
You canât help it, heâs the only one looking at you both with that mischievous smile on his face.
âToo lateâ you say laughing at JKâs expression as you rejoin the group. JKâs standing next to you with the same expression⊠you gently punch his gut telling him to stop, the last thing you need is the others in on it and winding you both up!
âOK!â shouts Jin⊠âNow that Y/N and Yoongi have finished having sex we can all sing Happy Birthday to Jiminâ
You gasp and bury your head into Yoongis shoulder, thereâs nothing either of you can do but laugh, hoping everyone swiftly moves on.
Fortunately Jin wasnât as loud as he usually is and only the boys and a few staff gathered heard him over the music, they laugh not entirely sure if you have or havenât just had sex.
Your face scarlet red, you sing Happy Birthday to Jimin, laughing as the boys turn into Opera singers near the end.
Yoongi pulls you close, kissing your cheek.
Jimin blows out the candles and makes his wish.
You move in to help him cut the cake, dishing it out to the boys and the team. Smiling while you bring a slice over to Yoongi.
He quickly swipes his finger in the frosting and smears it across his lips and asks⊠âDonât you want a taste?â
You smile so hard, you feel like your heart is going to burst as you sayâŠ
âThere⊠thatâs why, thatâs why I love youâ as you pull him in for a kiss, both laughing as you smear the chocolate over each others mouths.
Youâre thinking to yourself âHow did I get so fucking lucky?â
Not knowing that he is thinking the exact same thing!
Mature Content
Over 18âs Only
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
4 DaysâŠ
You finally arrive. The flight was long but youâre hoping itâs going to be worth it. Itâs 9:30am in Seoul.
You text Hobi to let him know youâve arrived safe and are just coming out of arrivals. He calls you to give instructions on where he and Jimin are parked. Jimin starts flashing his lights when you are near. You can hear their laughter coming from the car feet away.
Once youâre inside Hobi is squealing with excitement, squeezing and hugging you tightly. Heâs then pushed out of the way as you get a hug and a kiss from Jimin, you all clap your hands in giddy excitement. âOkâ you say⊠âthatâs enough. I stink and Iâm tired! Halp me!â As you flop down on the back seat dramatically. You feel sick to your stomach, a mixture of nerves, hunger and desperation to surprise Yoongi.
The boys have helped you plan it, they had just finished their latest tour and were back home. The plan was to get to Hobiâs, so you could get yourself changed and freshened up. The boys faked a meeting at HQ as they knew that Yoongi would already be there. Telling him they had some adjustments to make to their albums and they needed his help. Hobiâs plan was to tell Yoongi that there was a parcel he needed to sign for in reception and instead it would be you.
While Jimin made his way to HQ after dropping you both off, Hobi had you fed, watered and after youâd refreshed yourself with a hot shower you were ready to go. Hobi blasted music on the drive over as you were both far too quiet. He had a call from Jimin confirming Yoongi was in the building as he had slept in the studio the night before.
Just as you arrive in the car park your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi âSorry I didnât reply itâs been a bit hectic, can I FaceTime you before you go to sleep?, I miss your face. Please?â
âShit!â
You text him back asking him to give you 10-15 mins.
You head into reception wearing a black cap, face mask and long black padded coat. Hobi hugs you tightly and tells you it will all be ok and heâll see you soon and leaves you in reception for what is the longest 10mins of your life. You finally get a nod from the reception staff that Yoongi is on his way downâŠ
You hear the ping of the elevators.
You can feel your pulse pounding in your ears.
You feel like your legs are going to give way.
Your heart is literally in your throat.
You turn your back to him as he walks down the corridor.
You hear his footsteps getting closer as he mumbles the words âfucking FaceTimeâ to himself, he then asks the staff what he needs to sign for, sounding a little moody. That voice though⊠how youâve missed that voice.
You slowly turn around to face him, pulling your mask off and ask âAre you free to FaceTime now?â
âWhat the fuuh?!â
He steps back eyes wide scanning you up and down, not sure if it is your voice he heard?
He moves closer, slowly lifting your cap and peaking under it.
He gasps⊠pulling it back down over your face as he runs away back up the corridor to the elevators.
âYoongi!â you shout laughing at him. You can hear Hobi clapping/laughing in the background while filming it all on his phone.
You take your cap off as he runs back to you⊠your arms open, ready to be whisked off your feet. Instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the elevator frantically pressing at the call button.
âYoongi?â You say a little worried as you canât see his face. The staff and Hobi pile in the elevator quickly after you. Yoongi is standing protectively in front of you. Desperately wanting to kiss you and hold you but too scared of his emotions in front of everyone.
Your back is to the wall of the elevator in the corner, he has a tight grip of your hand holding it to his side.
You rest your forehead on the back of his shoulder completely overwhelmed you let out a heavy sigh, you still donât know if heâs happy to see you?
A tear falls down your cheek and he feels your breathing change as you let out a quiet sob.
Still holding your hand, he pulls it up to his chest squeezing it tightly to him. You can feel his heart pounding through his chest.
You discreetly put your free hand on the other side of his waist and pull him to you a little. Desperate for him to turn around and kiss you like youâve dreamt of for months.
Hobi can see the shift in mood and nods to the staff saying âErm guys come with me Iâve just remembered thereâs fresh donuts in the meeting room level 5â they all get off at the next floor. Hobi shouts âLove you guys!â As he exits.
Yoongi doesnât react he just continues to stare straight ahead⊠the elevator doors ping closed.
âYoongi Iâm sorâŠâ He turns around grabbing your face in his hands and smashes his lips into yours, kissing you with total desperation, pressing you up against the elevator wall. Your hands go straight to his ass as you pull him in to you, quickly moving them up to his shoulders then cupping his face. You feel wet on your hands as you open your eyes and see tears in his and down his cheek.
You panic. âYoongi Iâm sorry I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you I didnât mean to upset youâŠâ
âShut up dickhead and kiss me, Iâve missed you so fucking much!â He grabs your coat collar and pulls you in to him as you wrap yourself around him, just as the elevator doors ping open, he takes you by the hand to his studio.
Youâre barely in the door when he flings your cap off and takes your coat from you tossing them to one side.
âI canât believe it, are you really here?â
His arms outstretched with both hands on your shoulders, heâs staring you up and down and gently turns you around grabbing a hold of your ass âAhhh yes, youâre real!â He smiles pulling you in to him as he wraps his arms around you, lightly brushing over your breasts and gently kisses your neck.
He pulls you over to his couch and sits himself down, you straddle him as he pulls you down to him.
âHow the hell did you pull this off?â He says with a muffled voice as his face is buried into your breasts.
You lean back, combing your fingers through his hair. You tell him how Hobi helped you plan it, that you knew he had the next 4 days free so you planned on spending them with him.
âWait!⊠just 4 days?!â
âWell yesâŠâ
âBut I have 2 weeks R&R!â He interrupts
âI know but we didnât have access to your whole schedule, or know if you had anything planned and I donât want you cancelling any ready made plans with friends or family and so I just grabbed the 4 days andâŠâ
âNo! Iâm not happy, cancel the return ticket, change the date⊠stay with me!â He demands
âI canât cancel itâs too expensiveâ you laugh.
âNo, please just cancel it, 4 days isnât enough. No, Iâll give you the money, let me buy it please?â He whines
âBut I canât let you do that, plus I have to be back at work, I have a business to runâ
He flings himself back on the sofa completely deflated âIâve just got to hold you, Iâll blink and youâll be gone!â
âWell donât blink and donât waste the time we have in a huff!â You tease.
âPlease?â he pleads
âShhhhh⊠kiss me Yoongi!â
God how youâve missed his lips, his smell the feel of his hands on you but most of all you just desperately missed⊠him.
The kiss is endless, with his hands on your ass he starts to thrust himself against you and you slowly roll your hips grinding on him. You feel a burning in the pit of your stomach, his hands are all over you as you both pick up the pace. He scatters kisses and nibbles on your neck down to your chest as you let out a moan of pleasure. Youâve dreamt about this.
He canât get enough of you as he kisses you hard, his hands are in your hair then moving swiftly to the tie of your trousers, sliding his hand between your underwear he gently slides two fingers into you. A loud moan escapes you as you gently rock against him while he works his magic, sliding them in and out while his thumb rubs delicately against your clit.
His eyes wide as he drinks the vision of you fucking his fingers in. He leans into you, his fingers moving faster as he feels you tighten around them. You can barely speak everytime you try, you let out another breathy moan which only encourages him.
With his free hand he slides it under your t shirt, massaging your breast and gently tweaking your nipple. You start fucking against him hard calling out his name as you feel youâre about to cum.
âKiss me Y/Nâ he asks. His eyes wide with lust.
With one hand on his shoulder you use the other to pull him into you, moaning as you kiss him.
His other hand now in your hair as he holds you in place while you cum. âFuck me!, fuuck Yoongi, ffuck meâŠâ you moan loudly almost into his mouth.
The smile on his face says it all (if not a little smug). You slowly rock against his fingers as he slides them from you as you come down from your high.
âWell fuckâ he laughs âIâve definitely missed that soundâŠâ
You jump as you hear a loud banging on the studio wall⊠coming from a room next door.
Yoongiâs phone starts pinging with messages.
âWhat the fuck, something must be upâ he says
You tell him to check incase itâs important.
He leans over grabbing his phone as you unsteadily move off him and sit next to him on the sofa fixing your trousers.
âOh shiiiit⊠ermâŠâ his face blushing red
âWhat? What is it?â
âIt appears we have had an audienceâ
âShut up! No way!, whoâs the perv?â You gasp.
âOh just a few billion people watching/listening to Jimin, V and JK next door on Liveâ
âNooooooo!â You fall back on the sofa cringing, pulling your t-shirt over your head.
The boys had heard your first moan but just started talking louder once they put 2 and 2 together and realised you and Yoongi were âcatching upâ. Then as you got louder they had to play music to drown it out incase it could be heard on Live as Army never misses a thing. JK and V took it in turns to go off camera to text YoongiâŠ
âHey Bro! Happy for you but could you not of used the soundproof booth instead!â
Then V⊠âI assume you are now finished based on the crescendo? Can I stop singing loudly and turn the music down now?â
Yoongi laughs hard leaning over you to pull your t shirt back down from your face, scattering kisses over your cheeks as he lies down flat on top of you with his head resting on your chest. It feels so good feeling the weight of his body on top of you. You comb your fingers through his hair as he tucks his hands underneath you and snuggles in, before you know it youâve both drifted off to sleep.
Youâre woken by a knocking on his door, he gets up rubbing his eyes and smiles at you stretching. He opens the door to JK standing there with a big bowl of noodles and a big smirk on his face âI figured you two would be hungry?!â
Smiling peaking through the door he shouts âHi Y/N!!â âHi JK!â You shout as you get up and walk to the door giving him a peck on his cheek âThank you for the foodâ you quickly scurry back before the embarrassment kicks in. âItâs nice to hear you⊠I mean see you!â He jokes as Yoongi pushes him to leave saying âThank you, now goâ in his still half asleep tone.
You sit together eating the food, not realising how hungry you both were. âOk!⊠how much longer do we have left together now then?â
4 days seemed like such a great idea at the time, you know how busy Yoongi is. It would be enough time for you to be with him for you to get your fix, without putting him under any pressure to change his plans and still have his well deserved break. Now sitting with him, you felt like every minute was being robbed from you. You already felt sick at the thought of going home.
Finishing the noodles Yoongi decides âLetâs go homeâ
You pick up your luggage from reception and He takes the scenic route back home, knowing how much you love to see the blossom trees but he only has eyes for you. He sees your face change as you look a little sad. The reality of just 4 days was kicking in.
âAre you ok sweets?â He asks?
â4 Days isnât long enough!â You sob
âDonât.. please donât cry, please. Wait let me pull overâ
â4 Days, 2 weeksâŠâ he says taking your face in his hands â1 month, or 2. Itâs never going to be long enough, Iâm always going to want you with me no matter how longâ
He kisses your tears, you feel better but still shit.
âLetâs make the most of what time we do have thenâ
You nod wiping your face.
The next few days together go by in a flash. Yoongi wakes you early each morning so he can make love to you as the sun comes up, thatâs after heâs fucked you senseless the night before.
Youâve had walks along the Han River, then back to bed. Cooked food for each other, then back to bed. Heâs driven you to some of his favourite secluded spots. Danced in the kitchen to Andy Williams âI love you Babyâ serenading each other singing into a spatula. Youâve lounged on the sofa wrapped up in each other watching TV. There was no chill with your Netflix. There was hot and sweaty but no chill!
All the while youâve both had this little clock counting down to your inevitable departure and today is your last full day together.
Youâre both up early, showered and ready for the day, you donât have any set plans, apart from just being with each other.
âWould it be ok if we head to the studio real quick, before we go for food? It should only take half hour, depending on how well it goes?â
âYou donât have to explain we can go no problemâ
âOk, are you good to go now or do you need more timeâ
âNope!⊠letâs go! letâs go!â
You spend the drive to studio gazing at him the whole way there your fingers running through his hair, while he serenaded you with a power ballad playing on the radio. He pulls your hand from his hair and kisses your palm before putting it back in his hair. You feel a lump in your throat but take a deep breath and look out the window, through fear you may cry. Yoongi knows, so sings louder to make you smile.
You get to the studio and he directs you to the office chair⊠âSitâ he says gently pushing you into it. He seems a little nervous⊠he must just really need to get his work finished you think to yourself.
âItâs ok you know, I like spendingâŠâ
âShhhâ he interrupts putting his finger to his lips.
If he didnât look so cute youâd probably punch him!
Heâs busily clicking and tapping away and a little while later he turns to you gently placing a pair of headphones over your ears. âJust listenâ he asks.
He sits on the sofa in front of you pulling you closer to him so youâre now facing each other. He presses play on his tablet.
You hear Yoongi clearing his throat⊠thenâŠ
âY/N this is everything that Iâve been trying to say to you but havenât been able to as I stumble over my words when I look into your eyesâ you put your hand to your lips as your chin starts to tremble⊠âYooâŠâ he interrupts you with a kiss.
His words are beautiful, amongst other things when he talks he reminds you of the time youâve spent together, telling you he would rather go through the happiness and despair of seeing you for 4 days or 4 mins than never.
He tells you when he woke you early each morning to watch the sunrise, that he had been lying awake for at least half an hour before you so he could watch you sleep. He told you how he wanted to cancel your return ticket and set you up with a cake business here in Seoul, just so he could see you every day but he knew you would kill him.
You are a blubbering mess, a mixture of tears and Mascara streaked down your face. You look up at him laugh/crying, his eyes are filled with a mixture of anxiety and an urge to kiss you.
Then his voice returns in the headphones.
âThere are six words I will never stumble over when I say them to you Y/N⊠Iâam so in love with youâ
You let out a heaving sob, as if you werenât already emotional enough. You grab hold of his face as he pulls you from the chair over to him on the sofa.
âI love you so fucking much Yoongiâ you cry.
He clamps himself to you with barely any space between you, one hand gripped round your waist and the other in your hair heâs kissing you hard and with such need you can barely take it.
You start pulling at his sweater lifting it up to get to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down enough to free his perfect erection. You have never needed him inside of you more, you are literally burning inside out.
He doesnât hesitate as he whips your sweater up and off in one swoop, he lets out a moan at the sight of your burgundy lace underwear his favourite colour on you. You may have been wearing one of his giant black sweaters for your comfort but the underwear was all for him.
He starts pulling at the tie on your pants, getting a little angry when he canât loosen it. âAyesh!â He whines.
âItâs a false tieâ you whisper in his ear and laugh.
âAaaaagh! He whines. âPlease take them offâ he demands with an epic pout.
You stand as he tucks his hands into either side of your pants and slowly pushes them down, dropping delicate kisses on your hips as you run your fingers through his hair.
As you step back out of them he pulls you to him guiding you down on to his perfectly erect cock and slides himself into you, you let out a sigh of relief. You take a few seconds to savour the feel of him inside of you before you start rocking back and forth onto him, his hands on your ass pushing himself in deeper.
He grabs hold of you and flips you down onto the sofa, he needs to fuck you and he does, so fucking well. Heâs hammering away at an unforgiving pace, his moans in your ear make you call out his name.
His lips are hovering over yours as he pounds away at your hips, âKiss meâ he pleads. You feel like youâre going to explode. You kiss him, tongues gliding over each otherâs, he gently sucks at your bottom lip then kisses down your neck while he fucks you so good, so hard and so fucking deep.
He feels you tighten around him as you moan out his name, âYoongi!⊠fuck! fuuck! fuck me hard Yoongi, please, please donât stop!â He doesnât he fucks you with all he has a you cum crying out his name.
Heâs not far behind you as he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth then moans out your name as he as cums. You wrap yourself round him kissing him hard both slowly rocking into each other as you come down from your high. He slowly eases himself out of you and sits back on the sofa looking at the beautiful mess he has made of you. He conveniently has tissues and wipes to the side of the sofa and you clean yourselves up.
âOk!â He claps âShall we go for food now?â he laughs!
âYouâre insatiable Min Yoongi!â
You freshen yourselves up grab a quick drink of water and then head on out for food. Yoongi has reserved a more secluded area of the restaurant so you didnât have to be worrying about prying eyes while you ate together.
It goes by in a flash, you donât remember what most of the conversations were about but you know every facial expression he used as he gets real cute when he talks passionately about something.
He takes a slow drive back to his apartment, while heâs at his door searching for his key card you lean into his back holding onto him. He holds your hands to his chest while he scans the key and continues to hold you as he pulls you inside and you plod behind him. He turns, pecking you on the lips and cuddles you in tight as you both take in a deep breath. You have less than 5 hours before you have to check in. It fucking hurts.
After taking a shower together, you change in to one of his t shirts and lay on the bed. He slides over to you and pulls you in to him. âCan we just stay like this till I have to go?â You cry into his chest. âYes, just what I wantedâ he says as he squeezes you a little tighter.
You talk about plans for when you can next meet up. He already has FaceTime calls booked in for you in his schedule for the next few months. Even during his R&R time he still has personal projects he needs to work on but he promised he will make sure to call when he can. Itâs worked fine for you both in the past but now your closer to leaving it all feels a little more desperate.
The final hour together flies by not helped by you dry humping each other and having a full make out session for most of it but now itâs time to go. He has his arm wrapped round you till you get to the car. On the drive he serenades you again. Heâll do anything to make you smile but it doesnât work.
Yoongi can only drive you to the airport and say his goodbyes in the car. He pulls up to the airport car park, leans over to you pulling you in and kisses you passionately. âI really donât want to but Iâm going to go head in, I think itâs only going to be harder the longer I stay, Iâll be texting you till Iâm in the air anywayâ you say crying.
âOkâ he says as he tries to quickly wipe a tear away from his face.
âI love you so hard Yoongi, do you know?.â
You lean in to kiss him as he pulls you in by your collar. âText me when youâve checked inâ
Heâs holding onto your hand tightly as he pulls it to him and kisses your palm.
âYoongi IâŠâ you swallow hard.
âItâs ok, I knowâŠâ he says as he wipes away another tear. You lean in for one last kiss then slowly pull away backing out of the car.
You walk to the entrance not looking back through fear youâll run back to him. When you get to the check in desk you find your ticket has been upgraded, you bawl your eyes at the customer service team when you try to explain that your boyfriend upgraded you as a surprise but the sounds you make are illegible as they slowly push a box of tissues in your direction with an awkward smile.
You text him to let him know youâve checked in and to thank him for the upgrading your ticket, he replies letting you know it took all of his strength to not cancel it completely! You tell him to not text and drive but he replies letting you know heâs still sat in the car park not wanting to leave. âPlease go home and be safe, I love youâ you tell him.
He replies âI will, when you are up in the air and I know I canât drag you back to me!â
You start boarding, doing your best to smile as youâre greeted by the attendants. Your phone pings as youâre getting yourself seated, youâre not used to the fancy premier 1st class but youâre enjoying it. Getting yourself comfortable you check your messages.
His texts reads âcheck your emailâ
You check and thereâs a audio file attached. You load the file putting your headphones in and itâs his recording reminiscing of the past 4 days together. Your throat is sore from trying to hold in your cry, you listen to it on repeat as you drift in and out of sleep while his voice plays in your ears. You watch some TV to pass the time but all youâre thinking about is him.
You arrive in London the wait for your connecting flight back home to Newcastle is short thankfully. You eventually get back to your apartment, kick off your shoes and coat and throw yourself in your bed and cry your eyes out, totally overwhelmed you fall asleep.
You wake nearly 3 hours later to your phone vibrating. Youâve missed calls from your family checking in and calls and texts from Yoongi also checking in.
You try to call him but it goes to voicemail, you know heâll reply when he can. You text him âJust woke up, sorry. Speak to you when youâre free, I love youâ
You potter around sorting your laundry, catch up on work emails and get emotional when making a bowl of noodles! You try to keep yourself busy then your phone vibrates itâs Yoongi calling.
âHello Lover⊠are you ok?â He asks.
âYeah Iâm good, missing you thoughâ
âI have a package on its way to you so I wanted to make sure you were up to receive it, the tracker says itâs minutes awayâ
âWhat is it, Iâve told you to not waste your money. Save it for when you buy me a houseâ you laugh.
âNot telling, itâs a surprise, hopefully you can have some fun with it thoughâ he laughs
Just then thereâs a loud knock on the door.
âOooooh this might be it now! Hold on while I get it Yoongiâ
Another loud knock. Holding the phone to your ear with one hand you unlock your door with the otherâŠ
âHi⊠I missed youâ
âWhat the fuck?!â You slam the door in shock.
âFuck! Sorry!â You say scrambling to open it again still with the phone to your ear. Heâs laughing so hard as you open it to him. Standing there looking so fucking perfect.
âIâm sorâŠâ you start to say as he slams himself into you, pushing you through your door, picking you up as you wrap yourself around him sloppily kissing each other.
âWhen did you?â
âI was in the car park waiting for you to get up in the air and thought, fuck it. So I booked the tickets while I waited, I drove back home packed some clothes and got the next flight out, I was only a few hours behind you!â
âHow long do I have you for?â You ask
â4 daysâŠâ he quips
âWhaat!? Just 4 days?!â You whine
âNah youâve got me for two weeks I just wanted to show you how it felt!â
âDick head!â You laugh as you pull him by his belt buckle to your bedroomâŠ