#min yoongi angst
Since you’re all so thirsty for Suga apparently, he’s first up!! I hope to finish it by sometime next week so look forward to it!
*Admin Sinnabun*
11:50 pm
“O-oh yoongi!” You whined as his pace increased and his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing your eyes to roll back. Yoongi growled hearing you moaning and screaming his name and grunted “fuck babygirl you take me so well, my good little girl” and wrapped his lips around your perky and hardened nipple causing you to whimper as your fingers played with his hair “y-yours” he groaned when you clenched around him tightly and smashed his lips on yours to pull you in a rough kiss which had you gasping for air as he sucked and bite your bottom lip until it was red and swollen “i-i love you yoongi ” you cried out as another wave of pleasure hit your body and he pounded inside you harder with his forehead leaned against yours as he panted and moaned your name “fuck i love you too babygirl, i love you so fucking much” he groaned and you leaned up slightly to kiss him but your attention was diverted when you suddenly heard a phone, or specifically his phone ringing “y-yoongi-” you tried to tell him but he cursed and placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss with his hand going down in between your bodies to rub your clit which had you moaning his name loudly. As much as you tried to ignore the continues ringing, it didn’t stop budging at the back of your mind. so you pulled back panting and whimpered out “y-your phone oh- yoongi your p-phone” kissing your forehead softly, which was completely different from the way he was pounding inside you, he grunted “ doesn’t matter. Ignore it and look at me kitten” you whimpered at his dominating voice and looked at him with dazed eyes with your ckeeks flushed whispering “I-I’m close” gripping your hips tightly he groaned “i know baby, come for me” against your ear you gasped with your mouth hanging open and a scream of his name escaped your lips as your second orgasm washed over you with your hands grippingjis biceps tightly. A deep growl left his lips seeing you milking his cock with his name leaving your lips like a chant and he rubbed harsh circles on your clit to ride you out of your orgasm groaning feeling his own high approaching “fuck-where do you want me baby” “i-inside me” you whimpered laying on the bed boneless as he groaned hearing your words. He breathed harshly and small groans of your name spilled from his lips as he came right after you and you whimpered feeling his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. Breathing heavily as his balls completely emptied he collapsed besides you and pulled you closer and you snuggled in his chest yawning and wrapped your arms around his torso. He chuckled fondly mumbling “i love you babygirl ” as you nestled against him comfortably and his arms around you tighten when you whispered “i love you yoon” kissing your head he groaned when the moment was interrupted by his phone ringing again “fucking assholes” you giggled softly as he mumbled profanities and said “it might be important, you should pick it up” already closing your eyes “not more important than you” he murmured kissing your neck and took his phone switching it off without seeing the missed calls and throwed it behind him on the bed. Sighing tiredly he kissed your head as soft snores and little puff of air left your lips and his eyes fluttered shut when you snuggled in his neck causing him to hold you protectively.
Of course he would make sure that people won’t fuck with his money anymore but that can wait for tomorrow. Tonight was just about you, his beautiful girlfriend . His whole world.
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Nightstand (Min Yoongi)
A/N: This one is angsty as fck WARNING: mentions of self harm and death…idk why I’m doing this to myself I appearently enjoy pain, so enjoy it too
“Please just don´t do anything. Someone is coming.” the guy on the other end of the line said but you were too far gone in your thoughts to identify or understand him. You put your phone next to you on the handrail you were sitting. You watched as the sun went down and the water underneath you flowed hurriedly under the bridge. Your legs dangled towards the water and you could hear people gathering behind you but it was all hazy. “Y/N?” you heared a familiar voice call your name and furrowed your brows. “Y/N?” your name was being called louder, the person closer now and you looked over your shoulder to look into those brown eyes you once loved so much. You chuckled at his sight and shook your head while looking down to your lap. “I can´t believe they sent you.” you said to yourself and were sure that he could hear it too. “Do you wanna come down?” he said and you chuckled again. “Do I look like I want to?” you said and he had to think fast what he could say next. You were too calm for his liking and panic started to set in his guts. “Can I sit next to you?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead and ignoring what was happening behind you.
Yoongi signed everone to step away and move along while nodding towards the police officers that he got it under controll. He was praying to all the gods that he actually had it under controll. Carefull he swung his legs over the railing and planted himself next to you. “You know,” you said while watching the brids fly higher and higher, “your the least person I want to see right now.” Your confession that didn´t surprise him didn´t help his panic at all. He didn´t know why Jin called him but as soon as he explained what was going on he found himself on the bridge. “Should I leave?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders again. “You can do whatever. I don´t own this bridge.” you said and took a deep breath while letting go of the railing and he almost grabbed onto your arm, afraid that you might lean forward.”I´m not here to jump Yoongs. You can stop staring at me.” you said with closed eyes but he was still tense and ready to catch you. “Then why are you sitting here?” he asked and his pet name falling from your lips made his heart yearn for your attention. “Why do you even care? We broke up remember?” you said and those words were like dagers through his heart. “I´m tired.” you said before he could think of a response, “I´m tired of living.” you said with a sad smile on your lips and the panic got the best of him and he grabbed your wrist. Your head snapped towards him and you looked at him with an arched brow. “I´m not here to jump.” you said again seeing the look in his eyes and groaned. “Are you going to believe me if I get off the railing?” you asked and he nodded immediatly. “One can´t even enjoy the sunset anymore.” you said while swinging your legs back. As soon as you jumped off on to the bridge you found yourself in Yoongis arms, your own dangling by your side. When he noticed you not hugging him back he let you go and you realized that his hands were slightly trembling even though he looked calm. “There are easier ways to die.” you said and shrugged your shoulders, “Also I can´t do that to my Mom.” you said leaning against the railing now and crossing your arms infront of your chest. “How do you think she’d feel?” you asked watching the sky which had a light pink hue since the sun was going down. “Devestated.” Yoongi said like it was on the tip of his tongue and you chuckled. “Yeah. She’d be the only one.” you mumbled to yourself and he found himself shaking his head. This was a nightmare to him. He wanted to wake up. “Well if I did. It wouldn’t b because of any of you.” you said and turned towards the water and let your arms hang over the handrail. Yoongi stood next to you, his shoulder brushing yours lightly. You pushed him playfully with your shoulder and he relaxed a little bit seeing that you were fine…well you were okay. “It’s not your fault.” he heared you say and his head snapped towards you. “What?” he asked an a high pitched ringing appeared. “It really isn’t.” you said and Yoongi furrowed his brows because his sight was getting fuzzy.
He blinked a few times and suddenly he was in his room. In his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was really silent and it was unbearable. Especially when his mind caught up on what just happened. He looked over to his night stand to see your picture smiling back at him and a sudden sobb escaped his throat and he shut his eyes again, covering them with his arm. He wanted to sleep again, he wanted to see you, hear you again. Another sobb escaped his lips and it didn’t take him long to be full on crying. His painfull cries became so loud that his bandmates came in and he was embraced in a big hug by his leader. “I saw her.” Yoongi sobbed while Namjoon carressed Yoongis back and let him cry. “I miss her so much.” Yoongi said and his voice broke along with Namjoons heart. “I know.” Namjoon said trying to calm him down. “I know.” he said again looking at the picture of you on his nightstand.
sticks & stones (myg) | one shot
part of thetitillating touchescollab
♢genre:(18+) friends to lovers, ex-fwb, mutual pining, massage au | fluff, sprinkle of angst, smut
♢summary: surprise! you’re gifted a free massage at the nearby massage parlor called “Blissful Hands.” you’ve heard about the parlour about once or twice, never thought about stepping foot inside to take advantage of their services. thinking you could use the massage to relax, rid yourself of any stress and built up tension, you walk into the parlor excited for your first massage opportunity. however, when you realize your masseur is no other than Min Yoongi himself, all excitement flies out the window. never did you think you’d reunite with your biggest crush in college, the one that got away. they say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you— but in this case, you find out that words have actually ruined a lot for you and Yoongi. and stones.. well, they’ll do a lot to ease that instead.
♢pairing:reader x masseur!myg
♢words:18.4k
♢warnings: i did as much research as possible on hot stone massages pls forgive me, mature language/cussing, sexually implied content, sprinkle of angst??, miscommunication, rumors and assumptions, unspoken feelings, awkward reunion lol yoongi isnt really having it at first, oc shoulda tried harder tho oof, he does have a soft spot for oc, drinking/intoxication, flashback scenes, use of pet names like baby and princess, cuddles, after care, making out, unprotected sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, use of oil and hot stones in foreplay, fingering, clit play, slight marking, sprinkle of spit play, breast play, smut on the massage table ://, pulling out, grinding, edited but unedited lolol sorry if i missed anything!
♢note: thank you so, so much to @ressjeon for thinking of me and for inviting me to be a part of this collab! i had tons of fun writing this <33 also, big shoutout again to @ilikemesometaetaes & @jimilter for this beautiful ass banner! please check out the other works part of this collab, they’re all amazing and won’t disappoint!
—i also wanted to let you all know i’ll be continuing my break and i won’t be as active on here for awhile. i need a moment to rest since i’ve been feeling pretty down and unmotivated lately. just gotta take a moment to shake off this funk. but, i’ll be writing behind the scenes from time to time in between pulling my personal stuff together.
It’s that time of the year again.
It’s that time of the year again where your loved ones sweetly greet you, your coworkers shove plans and alcohol in your face because you aren’t getting any younger— Immediate family reminding you where you need to be at this point in your life.
Married, with kids, doing some other job that brings in more money.
You know what it is.
No harm, they say. Just a reminder. It’s your birthday for fucks sake, and they wanna give you a reminder?
Anywho, you park your car after a long day of work, just now hanging up the phone after your mom and dad had called to greet you [aka bringing up said reminder mentioned above] in the most loving way they can. You know they come from a good place, and you know that they support you either way, so you can’t help but give off a tiny sigh and respond with a cute little ’yes, I know but thank you, I love you’ in the end. You grabbed your purse and headed up the steps to your apartment, grabbing the mail on the way up without giving it another look as you set it near your keys at the entrance way. You immediately slip out of your heels first, then make your way into the kitchen to wash your tupperware from lunch.
It’ll be a quiet birthday, and that’s okay with you.
That’s how you’ve always preferred it, anyway. Quiet, lowkey, no surprises—
“Surprise, bitch!” You pick up the call from your bestfriend, slightly bringing the phone away from your ear when you hear her scream on the other end. “Happy birthday to the love of my life and the only person I can stand! Did you open your mail yet? What are you up to today? Who is getting some of that tonight—”
“Hold on just a minute, Rissa.” You nervously chuckle. “Thank you, and I love you, but one question at a time, please?” You tuck the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you put your dishes away.
“I’m sorry.” She giggles. “You know I love you. I’m just sad I can’t be there with you since they have me on this work trip for the month.”
“It’s okay.” You crack a tiny smile. “How is it?”
“It’s fine, same old.” She sighs. “But this isn’t about me, birthday girl. What are your plans?”
“You already know me.” You laugh. “Keep it lowkey. Order some good, comforting takeout and pair it with red wine.” You plop on the couch and put her on speaker so you can start your next 15 or so minutes just looking for food that you’ll end up doordashing over.
“Mkay, really?”
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
“Guess you didn’t open your mail.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” You look towards your entrance way at the stack of envelopes.
“Can you just go and open your mail? I made sure that would get sent with priority.” She laughs as you chuckle and shake your head, meandering over to the envelopes you wanted to ignore for the evening at the very least. Well, for the most part, the majority of the envelopes get flipped through and tossed to the back, especially if you already knew none of them necessarily had an urgent deadline.
Alas, you come to Rissa’s envelope. Soft pink in color with ’Y/N Y/L/N’ in big, bold, black Sharpie on the front— a little drawn heart attached to the end of it.
You take your finger and gently rip the envelope open, revealing a card with a piece of paper in it. You read the sweet message written by your bestfriend before pulling out the paper to read what it consists of:
One free 60 min. massage at Blissful Hands - Applies to all massage types. Redeem Now!
No expiration date.
“A free massage?” You think out loud and Rissa laughs.
“Girl, you need to relax, okay? You’re always working so damn hard, you never give yourself a break. I know I had mentioned the parlor before, but I just haven’t had the time to take you. I want you to go and treat yourself as my birthday present.” She pauses briefly before going on again. “And don’t give me that ’with what time’ bullshit cause I’m gonna be on your ass until you step foot in that establishment. Trust me. I’ll be annoying, you don’t want that.” You laugh.
“Thank you, Rissa. I love it, seriously. Maybe I could use a day to just do this and nothing else.” You flip the coupon in your hand.
“Maybe, yeah.” She says sarcastically. “If you aren’t gonna use that unlimited PTO benefit, then let me at it.”
“You’re right.” You shake your head. “Fine, I’ll go.”
“Like, tomorrow.”
“No, not tomorrow.”
“Before next week, though.”
“Yes, damn.” You laugh a little louder. “Jeez, you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be on my ass.”
“No, I wasn’t. Besides, I spent the money so that you could have this day be all about self-care.”
“Thank you.” You repeat. “I love you. And I miss you dearly.”
“I miss you, too. I’ll be home soon and I’ll make sure my first stop is your place.”
“Sounds like a plan.” You say softly, genuinely missing the company of your bestfriend. “I just hope you’re enjoying yourself down there in between work.”
“Oh girl, you know I am. Don’t you even worry.” She chuckles. “Seriously though, take that coupon into the parlor this week, you hear me?”
“I will.”
“Mmkay. I’ll let you get back to your lowkey birthday celebration. Love you to bits and pieces.” She says in a sing-song tone. “By the way, there’s more gifts coming your way, they’re just delayed.”
“What!?”
“Byeeeee!” She laughs and abruptly ends the call. You look at the phone in disbelief before slowly setting it down onto your coffee table. You pick up the coupon and look at it again, suddenly getting the urge to look through your work calendar to see which day you could call off.
No meetings, no agenda, nothing.
Just you, yourself and this massage parlor.
“Why not?” You mutter to yourself as you place the coupon back down and start looking through the rest of the week on your calendar.
You actually don’t get the chance to go until closer to the end of the week— a Thursday that most people decide that they want to cancel group meetings or work remotely to focus on other urgent projects. You don’t complain though, hell, you quickly put in your time off and don’t look back.
That Thursday comes just as quickly as you submitted the time off request, the sun beaming straight into your room and warming your sheets through the sheer blinds. You stretch a bit, arms poking out from underneath the covers as you yawn and try to completely wake yourself up. You figured starting your day at the massage parlor could be good, maybe it’ll just get you started on the right foot, maybe it’ll get you to do other spontaneous, productive things that you should’ve done on your actual birthday. Who knows? You were just excited to have the day to yourself with no other obligations and people, emails, deadlines— whatever fucking else comes with corporate— to worry about. You get yourself washed up and ready for the day, throwing on a simple, all black biker shorts and sports bra set. You grab a hoodie in case the day is actually colder than expected, throw on some socks, tie up your sneakers and head out the door.
The establishment isn’t too far, and it’s nice that it’s pretty convenient. You and Rissa both had incredibly busy schedules, it was almost impossible to think about a massage during a normal week at work. If it wasn’t for your birthday and for her gift, you aren’t entirely sure you’d ever step foot here to take advantage of their services [knowing damn well you could use it, too]. The added bonus now is the convenience and how close it is to other establishments you frequent.
Maybe you might be back after a taste.
When you walk in, it’s peaceful, serene, as you expected; soft music played in the background. A lady stood near the front desk, walking the receptionist through something— you weren’t entirely sure. They finally turned their attention towards you, the lady standing coming towards you with a smile on her face.
“Hey, welcome in to Blissful Hands!” She smiles. “I’m Yannie.”
“Y/N.” You give her a small, toothless smile as you tug on the strap of your bag. “I, um—” You flash her the coupon after pulling it out from your jacket pocket. “I have this coupon I wanted to redeem.”
“Oh, fantastic! You came at a perfect time, we have lots of availability right now.” She grabs some paperwork from behind the desk and walks back over to you as you sit on the clean sofa. “I’ll go through these in a bit. But, I wanted to ask. Did you already have a particular type of massage in mind? If not, I can grab a pamphlet and we can go through any questions you might have in regards to our services.”
“Hm. Do you guys offer hot stone massages?” Is the first that pops into your mind. It had always been something you wanted to try, especially seeing the ads and the promos at the hotels during work trips and conferences. Plus, you’ve heard about its benefits through word of mouth. If they were able to offer that here, why not get yourself a free hot stone massage? It might turn out to be exactly what you need.
“We sure do.” She chuckles and sits next to you. “Why hot stone, if I may ask?”
“Well, besides the usual response of lowering stress, I just feel like my body is pretty.. tense? Lots of muscle tension, soreness, fatigue. I run a lot, try to get some boxing and pole dancing in. No matter how many times I go, I still feel like it’s my first time.” You chuckle nervously, afraid you’ve spilled way too much information than necessary. She didn’t even ask. “Sorry, just felt like I needed to add that in there for some reason.”
“No, that helps a lot. Thank you.” She laughs. “I think that would be a great option for you. Our masseur is one of the most top-rated in the city.” You nod, impressed. Were they now? “Here.” She hands you a pen. “I just need you to fill out these medical intake forms—” She pushes the form closer to you. “And then sign these liability forms.” She follows up with the last forms.
“Sounds good.”
“Once you’re done, I’ll take you to a room to get situated before your masseur comes in.” You nod once more, giving her eye contact before continuing your task of filling out the paperwork appropriately. Yannie heads back to support the front desk momentarily until she sees you walking towards her with the completed paperwork. She thanks you, takes the papers and hands it over to the front desk before nodding towards the back. “Follow me, I’ll bring you to a room.” You quietly follow behind, the back area of the establishment being much bigger than you expected. You pass two rather handsome and attractive males on the way to your room, both of them giving you a bright, white smile before continuing on their way. You make a mental note that maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
A massage and eye candy? Shit, count me the fuck in.
You passed a line of rooms before Yannie turns towards an empty one near the end of the hallway. She lets out a breath for a moment before stepping aside to let you in, showing you to the side of the room where you could place your things.
“Hm, let me go grab your masseur so that you can be on your way, alright? You can place your things here if you’d like, but once he comes in, he’ll have you undress down to your underwear and into a robe before getting you on the table.” She gives you a smile before walking out and shutting your door. As you stand around awkwardly, you hear her outside asking for your particular masseur, which isn’t the problem, but it’s the name that catches you off guard—
“Where’s Yoongi?” You hear her ask. Yoongi, as in Min Yoongi? You hoped that there was another Yoongi on this planet just to save you from making this session 10x more awkward and weird, but something inside you told you that no, he was the only Yoongi you knew of and that’s exactly who this was.
Fuck.
“You have a client, she’s in there already.” You hear her down the hall, followed by a low ’alright.’ Suddenly, the door swings open again and it’s Yannie along with theMin Yoongi himself. You’re caught off guard that you don’t even speak. You simply look at him, eyes full of curiosity, full of question, as he with you. But, he’s quick to furrow his brows before slowly walking inside, Yannie catching onto the sudden tension in the air.
“Um, this is Yoongi, your masseur.” She clears her throat.
“Sure is.” You say, still keeping your eyes on him.
“Have you two met before?”
“Yup.” Yoongi says before turning to her with a small smile. “I got it from here boss, thanks.” Yannie gives you one last smile before shutting the door and walking down the hallway to continue her previous tasks.
“Well, if you look who it is—” You say sarcastically, placing your things down onto the side. “I didn’t know you worked here.” You’re saying things in a certain tone to make sure Yoongi doesn’t see how much you’re actually dreading this right now. Because you are, god, you fucking are, and you almost wish you didn’t step foot into this establishment and ask for a hot stone massage.
Could’ve been anything else. You should have done your research before.
“Hm, there’s alot of things you don’t know about me anymore, Y/N.” He says coldly. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you here.” He starts to look at the papers and gather his things together, his back turned against you.
“Yeah, well. Rissa gave me a birthday coupon.” He nods silently. “H-how’ve you been?” You ask him, awkwardly rubbing at your arm.
“Good as can be.” He says flatly before turning to look at you, no emotion to match his blank expression. You look at the way he’s changed— his orange, long hair that suited him well, body built perfectly, jaw line shaped with perfection. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he turns once more, pointing towards the back of the room. “Gonna need you to undress and get into the robe. This time, might wanna keep your panties on.” He gives you a look, and you aren’t sure whether or not he’s throwing shade at you for whatever problems you had caused him— you weren’t sure. Maybe that’s where you went wrong because at one point, you and Yoongi had been close. You and Yoongi had shared everything, you and Yoongi had been everything to each other. He was one of your closest friends, maybe at some points a little too close than friends normally would be, but that was your relationship with him and you both had been on the same page about it. He was always good to you, always taking care of you, always knowing what was best for you over him—
Then, it just..stopped.
And you clearly never understood where you went wrong. At least, to your knowledge, it wasn’t clear where you went wrong.
“Mmkay.” Is all you say, heading behind the divider towards the back end of his room to change into the fresh, clean robe hanging on the other side of it. You slip out of your clothes, leaving your panties on as Yoongi ever so respectfully requested, and get the robe on. You tighten the strap, feeling shy around him even though Yoongi has definitely you full blown naked before.
He’stouchedyou.
He’skissedyou.
He’shandledyou.
It’s been years, though.
“Get on the table face down, please. I’ll start off with your back.” He turns to you, meeting your eyes but nothing more. He’s always been this way, he’s always been hard to crack. You were just lucky you were able to at some point.
You do as you’re told, slipping the robe off of you and tossing it aside when Yoongi turns around to give you some privacy. You lay face down onto the table, suddenly feeling Yoongi place a clean linen cloth to cover your sacrum and below. He looks at you for a minute because even though it’s been awhile, he remembers everything about you, your body. He remembers the tiny mole right below your left shoulder blade, remembers the scar on your knee. He remembers where your spots used to be, where you liked to be touched, kissed.
He lets out a small huff before shaking his head at the thoughts that start to occupy his mind. There’s soft music playing in the background to help ease the energy in the room, to help relax you and soothe you. And it does. Everything feels peaceful for a moment that you almost forget you’re about to get a massage by Yoongi himself until—
“You ready? I’m gonna start with your back. Let me know if the stones get too hot for you.” He says, dimming the lights just a bit, lighting some candles and incense.
“Mhm.” You mumble. You hear Yoongi digging the stones out of the water bath, placing them gently on a towel in front of him before grabbing the oil and lathering his hands.
“I’m gonna start, alright? Gonna oil you up first.” He says, his large, strong hands manually giving your back a good massage with the oil to introduce his touch, get your tissues warmed up. You immediately feel relaxed under his touch, all tension seemingly disappearing into thin air. He feelsyou ease up underneath him, hands with the magic touch you could almost call him Midas.
/ FLASHBACK
“Fuck.” You giggle into Rissa’s shoulder, red cup empty after the second, third, sixth [who fucking knows at this point] drink of the night.
“So drunk.” She giggles along with you, sipping on water.
“God, I’m getting over this party though.” You turn to look at your surroundings. “Look, literally no one is dancing anymore. Everyone is just standing around talking or—” You snort when you see one of your friends slumped on the couch. “Slumped.”
“It’s almost that time of the night, miss. We’re crossing into 1AM.”
“Ugh, I need to take my drunk ass home.”
“No, you need Yoongi to take your drunk ass home.” She lifts your chin to get you to look at her but you pout.
“You’re not going home, huh?” You ask her, already knowing she was going to spend the night at her boyfriend’s apartment.
“Mm, you know this.” She laughs. “Your girl needs dick. Bad.”
“Whatever.”
“Saying it like you don’t have the same fucking thought. Shame.” She gives you a look.
“Where is heeeeee?” You elongate the ’he,’ lip forming into another pout as you drunkily close your eyes.
“Your man’s over there.” She nods towards the living room, Yoongi standing along the wall with a few of his friends.
“He’s not my man.”
“Mm.” She looks at you up and down. “Go over there before I have more shit to say.” You laugh and start making your way over to Yoongi, immediately wrapping your hand around his wrist, chin resting against his bicep.
“You okay?” Yoongi chuckles at how adorable you look.
“Drunk. Just.. drunk.”
“I see that.” He moves his arm to drape it over your shoulders and pull you close. “Wanna get out of here?”
“Fuck, yeah. Please.”
“Where to?”
“Home.” You look at him and he nods. The both of you bid your farewell’s to his friends before tossing your empty cups and heading out. Yoongi had one drink earlier in the night, but he had been sipping on soda onwards throughout the evening simply because he knew you needed him to take you home. In fact, he would rather let you have the time of your life and watch you have your fun instead of him. He loved seeing that side of you, loved seeing you full of life, full of fun.
It’s what attracted him to you the most.
“You okay, princess?”
“Yeah, just wanna get the fuck out of these shoes.” He laughs.
“Okay, almost there.” He says, kissing your temple. When you finally head down the street to the car, Yoongi gets you situated in the seat before heading to the driver’s side and getting himself situated. “You’re not gonna yack, are you?” He laughs when he starts driving off towards your apartment.
“No, I’m fine. God.” You roll your eyes and lean your head back against the head rest.
“I’m just playing, baby.” He says, large hand roaming to your thigh and giving it a good squeeze. You let out a small whimper at his touch, Yoongi smirking to himself when he knows exactly what that means. “Gonna get you some water and make sure you sleep this shit off, I don’t wanna hear you complain tomorrow.”
“When do I ever complain?”
“All the fucking time, dude.” He laughs. “Damn. You’re lucky I like you.” He quickly caresses your chin. The rest of the ride is quiet, nothing but the soft music playing in the background in his car, the sounds of cars passing by along with the train running through the tracks nearby your apartment building. He parks in a guest spot that’s quite far, offering to carry you up to your apartment if you feel too tired. You let him know you’re alright though, lacing your fingers with his as you make your way to your door. He grabs your keys, unlocks the door and watches as you stumble in and hurriedly get out of your shoes— tossing them off to the side messily.
“Thank God, ugh.” You groan, falling face down onto your comfortable, comfortable bed. You hear Yoong in your kitchen, grabbing you a glass of water and going through your medicine cabinet before walking in to your room and shutting the door behind him.
“Here. Drink some water, please.”
“And if I don’t?” You tease, still face down against your pillow.
“I’ll leave.”
“That was unfair.” You say, slowly sitting up to drink some of the water. His hand caresses your back as you drink, watching to make sure you get a good amount of water in you before you set the glass back down. Once you do, you immediately get to removing your clothes, tossing them aside and crawling under your sheets in just your bra and panties.
“You wanna sleep? You don’t wanna stay up for a bit?” He says, grabbing the pair of basketball shorts he left behind in your closet so he can change into something comfier.
“And do what?”
“You’re gonna have a headache in the morning, Y/N.”
“It’s fine, I’ll deal with it when the morning comes.” You whine. “Can you just come here and cuddle me like you typically do?” He chuckles.
“Yeah, yeah.” He says, finally crawling in and throwing his arm around your waist even as you awkwardly lay on your stomach with a leg bent upwards. He begins to quietly massage your sides and down your back, fingers gently running a line down your spine. He listens to you let out a breath, body easing up under his touch like it always does. “Feels good?” He says nearing a whisper, close to your ear.
“Mhm.” You let out breathily, eyes shut to feel more of his touch. You feel him unclasp your bra to work his hands deeper into your shoulders and either side of your spine. Yoongi always knew how to work his way with you, work his magic on you— so much that even this simple massage has you wanting more out of him. It’s like that though. Your relationship with Yoongi was just like that. You turn to face him and his hand continues to linger on your side, giving it a squeeze when he looks down at your face, nose, down to your lips.
“Need a massage here, too?” He smirks, playing with the strap of your bra.
“You’re an idiot.” You giggle as he pulls you closer and completely gets rid of your bra while planting small, soft kisses along the surface of your neck. “Wasn’t really planning on this, you know?”
“That’s funny cause that’s always the story, yet what do we always end up doing?” Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Your hands roam up to grip his hair just as he makes his way up to your jaw, cheek, kissing the tip of your nose before locking his lips with yours. You moan into the kiss as it deepens, your tongue instantly slipping into his. The only sounds that can be heard within your room are the cars passing by outside, mixed with the noises of wet kisses being exchanged.
You work your way to toss Yoongi’s shirt aside, just as he works his way to hook his finger onto your panties and slip it off. You tease at his clothed, hardened cock by palming him through his shorts and he responds by feeling how wet your pussy is. You let out a small gasp when you feel his hand start rubbing at your pussy, spreading your wetness across your pussy lips.
“Just fuck me, Yoongi.” You moan, already taking his cock from beneath his shorts before he can fully shred the piece of clothing.
“Yeah, I’m gonna take care of you, baby.” He says, wasting no time to climb ontop of you, taking his cock and sliding it up and down your slit a few times to tease you.
“Please.” You whine. “Need to feel you.” He smirks and bites onto his bottom lip just as he takes his tip and breaches your entrance.
“God, you already feel so fucking good.” He lets out. “So wet for me.” He watches his cock sink into you, deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out completely.
“Ohhhhhmygod—” You arch your back slightly at the feeling of being full. Yoongi works at a slow pace at first, trying to get the right rhythm going as he cocks your legs wide open with his hands.
“Princess. Look at you. Creaming the fuck out of my cock.” He says, looking down as he teasingly slips in and out of you. He begins to pick up his pace, rolling his hips into you as a hand grips onto your headboard to keep him steady, the other hand kept tightly on your hip. He starts to pound into you relentlessly, loving how delicious your walls feel wrapped around him tightly.
Italways, always, always, keeps him wanting more of you.
“Yes, yes, yes— just like that—hmmmfuck!” You moan a bunch of jibberish together, nails digging crescents onto his arm. “Feels so fucking good.” You continue to whine, whimper, begging him to keep going for you. He lowers his body so that he could run his hands up your hair, whispering praises in your ear as he strokes in and out at a steady speed.
Making you feel him, all of him, completely.
He always tells you how beautiful you are to him, how you’re his baby, how there’s no one who could make him feel the way you do.
How no one could ever come close to you.
And that’s the one thing that always has you hurdling over the edge, reaching your orgasm much faster than expected. Because not only does he fuck you so, so good— but he praises you, knows just the right fucking words to say, knows just how to touch you in the right places.
You let out a loud moan, yelling his name as your eyes roll to the back of your head when your orgasm takes full control. His hand slides down to grip your neck, fucking you senselessly as he tries to reach his own high watching you cum all over his dick. And he does. It takes a few more thrusts, but before you know it, his lips are grazing yours, both of you letting out silent moans when he releases inside of you, painting your walls full of white ribbons.
He comes down from his high as he softens inside of you, lips pecking feathery kisses on yours before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you. He grabs a napkin from your nightstand and gently wipes you clean before taking care of himself and throwing his arm back around you.
“You okay?” He brushes the hair out of your face before you roll onto your side.
“Definitely more sober now.” You say, making him chuckle as he holds you close and kisses your shoulder.
“Good. At least I helped prevent the morning headache.”
“Shut up.” You chuckle.
“Anything for you.” He continues to joke.
/ END FLASHBACK
After Yoongi gives your back a good introductory massage, he then turns to get the stones and holds them tightly in his palms. You feel the back of his hands work their way down on either side of your spine, all the way down to your sacrum, before coming back up. He repeats this process a few times before flipping his palms over and rolling the stones down the same path. He adds the right pressure against the surface of your skin, the heat just enough to penetrate and hit deeper into your tissue.
Yoongi doesn’t even know how to feel right now with you being underneath him for a completely different reason today. And it’s been years— years since you’ve last spoken, last talked.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt all over again when he saw you.
You still looked beautiful as ever, still rocking that fine ass body with curves in all the right places. Yeah, he definitelywasn’t hurt when you two ended up the way you did. He wish it never ended up that way. He wanted much, much more with you. You just never seemed to feel the same. But he couldn’t dwell on it. Figured he’d just accept it and move on, even if that meant without you by his side. That was probably the hardest part all along. To be with you almost 24/7, to suddenly being without you at all. He had to do it though, for his own sake.
Yeah, he’d defnitely be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt all over again when he saw you.
“Feels alright?” He dips lowly near your ear as he holds stones sideways and digs them deep into your shoulders, down your back, sacrum; always avoiding the spine directly.
“Mmm.” Is all he hears. He continues to work all through your back and up to your neck before placing the stones down to rest along your spine. He places two tiny stones amongst your shoulders, guiding you to move your hand backwards one at a time, just so he can give you a good, deep, proper massage in between the scapula. Afterwards, he grabs new stones and moves down to your left leg. He uncovers it, gently massaging up and down your thigh, calf, in a circular motion with the stones, using them as an extension of his hands. He does this for awhile until he feels like he’s done enough, the heat slowly moving away from the stones in his palms. So, he sticks a stone on the back of your knee where the bend is, and takes the other stone down to your foot for a soft massage— flipping the stone as needed to distribute the heat along your foot properly. Once he’s finished with his final touches, he places the stone in the middle of your foot, covers the entire leg with the linen cloth and repeats the same process on your right leg.
You’re sinking in and out of sleep while Yoongi massages you, all of a sudden forgetting the heated, awkward tension in the air as he continues to work his magic throughout your body. For a moment, you don’t regret stepping foot into the establishment. For a moment, you don’t ponder on your worries and why things feel so fucking tense between you and Yoongi. Then it hits you when he clears his throat in the background thatyeah,your relationship, friendship— whatever the hell you wanted to call it— was cut off so abruptly. Seeing him made you really miss having him around. Because besides Rissa, he was someone you were able to lean on, have fun with, be yourself around.
There was no pressure with Yoongi before.
Now, there’s a ton.
Pressure to, what? Fix things? Talk about things? Figure out where it went so, so wrong that he had upped and left, cutting off all ties with you without reason? You don’t even know where or how to start.
“Y/N.” He repeats.
“Hm?”
“I said I need you to flip over so I can work on the front of your body.” You’re nervous. God, you’re nervous. It’s like you were trying to impress him all over again, the same Min Yoongi that you had the fattest fucking crush on. The same Min Yoongi that you could do all that shit with, but could never admit that you had feelings for.
You hold onto the linen cloth as you carefully turn yourself over on the table, Yoongi once again giving you the privacy you need by turning his back. When he feels like he’s given you enough time, he turns to see you pulling the linen cloth over your chest. He walks over, taking his biggest stone into another towel and wrapping it tightly before placing it down on your abdomen.
“That feel okay? Gonna leave this here while I work through your arms and legs.”
“Yeah, that feels nice.”
“Cool.” He says, pressing it down ever so slightly just so you could feel the heat against your abdomen. He starts with your left leg, following the same rhythm he had when he massaged the back of your leg earlier. He takes the stones around your thigh, down to your calf, and works it in small circular motions before repeating the same up and down motion he had done before. He then takes the stone, places it underneath the bend of your knee and take the other to your foot. He gently grips your foot, working the stone in small motions against the surface before his touch disappears and he moves onto the next leg.
His touch.
You remember feeling cold without his touch.
After massaging your leg, he takes a moment to grab another warm towel and places it over your breasts before sliding the linen cloth down below your abdomen.
“Gonna give you a quick abdomen massage. The towel feel okay?” You let out a small ’mhm’ before you hear him take a stone from behind you. He slowly introduces his touch against your abdomen, watching your body react to his touch.
His touch.
You remember how you used to react to his touch.
His touch is soft, gentle, when he presses into your abdomen, applying the right pressure as he goes on just as he realizes you’re comfortable again. He takes a stone and proceeds with double-handed kneading that followed the pattern along your colon.
He makes his way up to work with your left arm, hooking the stone into the palm of his hand while he uses the other for support— gently running it up your arm and over your shoulder, back down towards your wrist. He switches to another stone and turns your hand over; starting from your palm and working his way up to your axillary node, then back down. Afterwards, he takes both stones in his hands, running it back all the way up before gently kneading as he comes back down. He leaves a stone under your hand before taking two long stones to do some manipulation around your shoulders. Once he feels like he has finished your left arm, he repeats the process on your right.
“That felt nice.” Yoongi smirks at your sudden comment.
“That’s the goal.” He says, fixing the linen cloth over your body, tucking it in neatly so that your upper chest is properly exposed to him. “We’re almost done here. I’ll work on your upper chest and do a facial massage, okay? Then you’ll be out of here.”
“What if I don’t wanna be out of here? It’s too relaxing.” You mumble.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.” He chuckles. “Relax.” He closes off the quick conversation by soothing your upper chest, working his hands around, up the shoulders and neck just to warm up the tissue. He repeats the process but this time, takes his two long stones and works them in, running it across your chest and in circular motions around the shoulders. He places them right beneath your collarbones so you can continue feeling the heat penetrate your tissues before taking two smaller stones to your face. He works the stones in an outward motion on your cheek, your forehead, in between your eyes— before working in an upward motion along the same path. Then, he grabs two stones a size up, working it behind the neck, ear and into the hairline in smaller motions. He sets the stones aside, now finishing off the massage by working his fingers deep into your scalp, down to your temples, keeping his hands over your ears for a brief moment to let the heat and energy transfer over. “How do you feel?” He says lowly near your ear, the vibrations in his tone somehow still able to send a tingle down your spine after all these years.
“Really good.”
“Yeah? That’s good.” He says, hands gently gliding down your neck, back to the surface of your chest before he removes the stones. “Hope that was a nice session for you.”
“Way more than that. Thank you.” He smiles to himself before turning towards the counter, placing the rest of his supplies back on the surface to remind himself to do some good cleaning and disinfecting before his next client.
“Take your time when you get up and get ready, alright? Don’t get up too fast.” You open your eyes, still feeling calm, relaxed, as your body feels every inch of the table.
“Can’t I just stay?” You joke.
“No can do.” Yoongi chuckles a bit.
“Hey.” You call for him. “This might sound a little crazy to ask but, do you think we can catch up? It’s been a long time, and quite frankly, I wasn’t really expecting to run into you here.” He turns over his shoulder before shaking his head.
“I don’t know. I don’t really think there’s much for us to catch up on.”
“You said it yourself, there’s alot of things I don’t know about you anymore. We used to be close—”
“Used to be.” He says quite harshly when he cuts you off. “And yeah, just cause I said that, doesn’t mean it’s shit you need to know.” He sighs, pushing his things aside before looking at you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but you’re right. It’s been years, and to be honest, part of me just wants to leave it in the past like it should be kept in the past. I don’t really know if there’s much for us to talk about.”
“Please don’t be like that. I’m trying to figure out where things went wrong. It’s always bothered me that we ended up this way.” He shrugs.
“You ever think that maybe this is just how things were meant to be?” He says, giving you one last look, his tongue licking his bottom lip. “It was really nice to see you though, Y/N. Hope you had a good time.” He says before grabbing the door knob and twisting it, not really expecting you to be back for another session after all of this. “Again, no rush. My next client isn’t until an hour from now.” With that, he walks out and shuts the door, leaving you to your own peace.
You were relaxed. Felt blissful, felt at ease.
But now, you aren’t so sure. You aren’t sure if you wanna break down and cry, if you wanna run after him and beg for him to just talk to you.
You just aren’t sure.
So you get up and walk over to the back, throwing on your clothes before lazily tossing the robe into the hamper placed near the divider. You let out a breath before grabbing the knob and twisting it, revealing an empty hallway with a few closed doors in front of you. No Yoongi in sight though, and you can’t help but feel a bit heavy walking out of the session as if you didn’t just receive a hot stone massage from him.
“Hey! How was it?” Yannie asks, reading your expression as you walk out and tug on your unzipped hoodie. You give her a small, toothless smile and nod, hoping to be on your way quickly.
“It was great!” You simply say with a nod. “Definitely will be back.” You lie, mainly because you aren’t really sure where this leaves you with Yoongi even if you wantedto be back for one. Shit, that massage was everything you needed and more.
“Good to hear, we’ll see you again soon then.” She smiles before waving you off.
Fuck.
As for the rest of the day, you do take the time to walk around town, run into a few stores to window shop and eat at the nearby mom and pop Vietnamese restaurant for a good ol’ bowl of pho. Mainly out of enjoyment for your day off, moreso because your thoughts were starting to plague your mind and you needed a distraction.
If anything, today taught you that you really needed to take more time out of your busy schedule to slip in some self-care. So, that’s what you do to end your night just as well as you started it [you like to think]. You run some hot water and bubbles, pour a glass of red, red wine and light up some incense, candles.
“Wait—” Rissa says while you have her on speaker, phone sitting on the toilet cover. “Yoongi was your masseur?!”
"Yuuuup.” You say, sipping on your red wine.
“Oh, this is some shit.” She laughs. “Wish I could get my ass on that first flight home so I could see how you look right now.”
“Don’t even try it.”
“Well, tell me the massage was at least worth it.”
“It was, very much so.” She chuckles.
“But?”
“But, what?”
“There’s a ’but’ in that sentence. Now, spill.”
“It’s just weird. We fell off so abruptly, there was no closure. I just wish we could talk about things, I’m not entirely sure where things went wrong between us and it kinda sucks now that I’ve seen him again.”
“I know Yoongi has always meant a lot to you, Y/N. But you could never admit it to him, yourself, even. Don’t you think that has a lot to do with this?”
“W-what? That’s not true.”
“See, there you go again.” You sigh.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Think about it. Not saying that’s it, there could be other reasons and the only person who would really know is Yoongi since we know what your side is like, but we don’t know his.”
“I don’t know what to do. Should I go back?”
“What, for a massage or for Yoongi?” She laughs. “Or both, I guess.”
“Both.” You slip a bit further down into the water. “He was pretty direct today. I don’t think he wants to talk about it, but part of me can’t really let that go.”
“You’ve always been stubborn like that. But, it’s good, you know? You always go for what you want without giving up. I say go for it. If he really, really doesn’t wanna see you and talk about things after this, then don’t force it. Maybe he’s right. It sucks to say, but maybe that’s really how you two were supposed to end up.” You sigh.
“Yeah, yeah.” You respond simply, shutting your eyes as you let the hot water seep in and continue to relax your muscles. It was hard to say. Yoongi did mean a lot to you. He was someone you always had fun with, someone you could trust, someone who took care of you even when you didn’t ask.
Of course, he meant a lot to you.
Of course, you wouldn’t let that go after seeing him again.
But of course, Yoongi’s detached and you’re having to break through his walls yet again— most likely due to something you did that you weren’t even aware of.
“You’re back!” Yannie exclaims when she sees you walk through the door shyly.
“I am. I probably should have called beforehand, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it in time before the last slot.” You rub your hands together. “Is Yoongi here?”
“He sure is, and you just got lucky. His last spot cancelled not too long ago.” Yannie shrugs.
“Sweet.”
“He’s with someone right now, but the session will be over—” She glances at the time. “Pretty soon, actually. Take a seat and get comfortable for now, alright?” She smiles, handing you one form to sign. You silently take the form with you, reading through the liability language again as you take your pen and get ready to sign at the line on the bottom half of the page. Sooner or later, you hear some giggling and a female voice echoing in the back hallway, a pretty, young lady coming through with Yoongi following behind her.
His smile drops almost instantly when he sees you sitting there. But it’s not cause he’s mad or anything, no. He could never be thatmad at you after everything, could never hold a big grudge against you. He’s just surprised that you’re back, and he’s also[surprisingly] relieved to see you’re back.
Your eyes, and that smile.
The way you always used to hold onto him and hold his hand, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes.
Your laugh.
He could never be that mad at you.
“Hey, I know your last client cancelled, but Y/N is here hoping to grab that slot.” Yoongi nods.
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” He looks at the young lady in front of him as she bats her lashes and sways her hips while walking towards the door.
“See you next session, Yoonks?” She calls him a weird nickname that falls off her tongue so poorly. God.
“Of course.” He smiles shyly, hand coming to the nape of his neck as he watches her walk out. He finally turns his attention towards you and clears his throat when he realizes you had been watching the interaction the entire time. “I um, just need to clean up in there a bit then I’ll be ready for you. Give me a couple of minutes.”
“Okay.” Is all you say before finally scribbling your fucking signature on that line. Oh,Yoonks. Hope she isn’t the one you’re slipping in bed with. Your heart would be crushed to know he already had someone, even though you knew it was a high possibility after all this time. You couldn’t be selfish with him forever.
Sooner or later, you’re pulled out of your thoughts when Yoongi peeks his head out into the waiting area and taps the door frame. He purses his lips together when he looks at you and nods.
“Ready?”
“Mmyeah.” You get up to follow him.
“Enjoy!” Yannie exclaims when she sees you follow him to the back. You quietly continue on, setting your things aside like you had done before when you step into the room and Yoongi shuts the door behind him.
“Was that your girlfriend, or something?” You tease.
“No. Repeat client.” He looks at you before turning. “Somehow, I know you aren’t really here for the massage.” He fiddles with his things on the counter.
“I mean, I am. I could really use one.”
“But you wanna try and talk, don’t you?” You silently excuse yourself behind the divider to change and slip the robe on.
“Maybe. I won’t push it.” You say, tying the robe close before taking a seat on the edge of the table.
“Mm, but you always push it.” He softly chuckles. “There’s no stopping Y/N when she’s determined to get what she wants.” He turns to look at you, white tee hugging his body so nicely— you can’t help but ogle a bit when he steps in front of you.
“No, not anymore necessarily.” You try and cover your shit up even though both him and Rissa are right. You know this.
“Right.” He lets out a little laugh. “You wanna lie down so we can get this started?” He walks over to the cabinets, grabbing a fresh, clean pair of linens in his hands. When he turns, he catches you removing your robe and covering your breasts when you’re about to lie down. He quickly turns because quite frankly, he shouldn’t even be in here for this— but, it’s you.
You know this, too.
“I’m ready.” You tell him, placing your face into the cushion comfortably.
“Cool.” He says, draping your lower body with the linen in his hand, tucking it gently into your sides to make you feel even more comfortable. He makes his way to the front, preparing to manually massage you before adding the stones just so he can introduce his touch again. “Gonna start, alright? Relax, breathe in and out. I’ll massage you without the stones first to get your tissues warmed up.”
“Okay.” You pause before calling for him again. “Yoongi?” You let out a little weirdly with the pressure he’s adding onto your back.
“Hm?”
“What really happened between us?” He chuckles.
“And here you were, trying to tell me you weren’t gonna push the agenda. Do you have to do this now? Mid-hot stone massage?” You head the clacking of the stones against each other before he starts working it into your back. He’s right, it honestly feels too good for you to speak properly, but you felt like this was the only way— the only option, so to speak. His number had changed, he wasn’t necessarily on social media. Didn’t live at home with his parents anymore.
How else could you contact him besides seeing him for a massage?
“What other choice do I have?”
“I already told you there isn’t much to talk about.”
“Yeah, so why are we so awkward with each other?”
“It’s been years.”
“Why has it been years, Yoongi?” He sighs, head falling before he continues to work your back.
“It’s your massage, don’t blame me if you don’t feel completely rested afterwards.” He caves, gives in, knowing he can’t ever say no to you. He can’t ever be that mad, no.
You know that.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, Y/N. I was pretty upset with you when we spoke last. Do you even remember when that was?” He speaks up again.
“In college, yeah.” You let out a small sigh when he deeply massages near the shoulder blades.
“So, you don’t exactly remember?”
“Yoongi, I don’t. Okay? I’m sorry.” He should’ve expected it. He remembers that scene so clearly in his head, it almost aches him. He really did like you, Y/N. Min Yoongi was so much in like with you that he wanted to stop being friends with benefits, and he wanted more out of it. He was sure you two could take it there, no doubt. You fit each other well. So, so well—
Until you didn’t.
/ FLASHBACK
“Sorry, I need to go find Y/N soon. She said she wanted to kick it.” Yoongi tells his friend, Akio.
“What, for a quick fuck?” He laughs, making Yoongi shake his head.
“Shut the fuck up. She’s not just a quick fuck. That girl means a lot to me, alright?” Yoongi catches the way Akio’s face falls, moreso into confusion.
“Wait, you’re not serious, right?”
“I’m pretty sure I am.” Yoongi responds sarcastically, a little thrown off at the way he’s taking the news right now. Was there something he wasn’t aware about? Last time he checked, even if you two weren’t serious, you both were exclusively just fucking around with each other and each other only.
Yoongi could be completely wrong at this point, though. But he hoped he wasn’t. He really respected you and cared about you more than anyone he has ever crossed paths with, and the foundation of your friendship, that closeness you two had before anything, meant everything to him. He would never fuck that up. That’s why he always checked in with you, always made sure that what you two were doing was still okay. He would never wanna disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable. He never wanted to step out of line, or even hurt you in the slightest bit.
“Look, I just thought you two settled on the fact that you were friends with benefits, that’s all.”
“What do you know that I don’t?”
“Nothing, man. That’s it.”
“Don’t lie to my face, dude.” Yoongi gives off a nervous chuckle. “What did she say to you?”
“She’s been telling people that you two weren’t serious and that she couldn’t really see you two together like that.. or— that she couldn’t see you like that.” Ouch. Yoongi’s fucking hurt, alright. And if that wasn’t enough, Yoongi catches the way Akio looks past his shoulder, so he follows his gaze. He turns to see you flirting with the hot soccer boy on campus, Kane, who was also notorious for sleeping around and messing with other females at the same time.
Great.
Fucking great.
Because he knows you wouldn’t turn that down— no, the fuck you wouldn’t.
And he wishes he was wrong because the moment he sees you hold onto his arm and let him walk you up into the dormitory, his heart sinks. Shatters to pieces. Everything feels numb.
He thought you two were on the same page. Clearly, you weren’t. He could never be that mad at you, though. Because he’s always gonna have it for you, always gonna have that soft spot for you and hold you close, even if you were meant to stray away, even if you were meant to be kept at a distance.
He could never be that mad at you,no.
“I’m sorry my guy, I really thought you two had been on the same page. I didn’t wanna be the first to break it to you like that. Maybe you should talk to her.”
“No, it’s good. You’re right, it’s really not that serious.” He lies.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s whatever.” Akio shrugs.
“Alright then, I’m just saying. It could be good for you two to talk. It seems like there’s still a disconnect somewhere.” Yoongi ignores his added statement and pats him on the back.
“Gotta go, catch you later.” He thought you two were close enough, thought he could read every inch of you, be that person who knew you like the back of his hand. He thought he had the privilege of having that much access to you because god, never in a million years would he have guessed. It started off so innocently, started off as two friends going through college together, before it grew into something more.
He wished it could blossom into more.
But now, maybe he truly does have to keep you at a distance. Keep you away, treat you like your mind and heart had been somewhere else this entire time.
Fuck.
Later that evening, Yoongi runs into you after you finish up a review session in the library. It was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight, but there was no turning back. You weren’t even aware that he knew about the things you said, seeing you with Kane earlier today. You knew nothing.
“Hey.” You giggle, swinging your arms around him, but he gently pries it off and continues to walk towards his dorm. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just having an off day.” He says, keeping his head hung low.
“What happened?”
“Classes, homework. Lots o
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Fear of the Water
yoongi x reader
genre:angst / slight fluff
word count:1304
summary:yoongi reminisces on the times you two had.
-ADMIN TERI
june 18, 2017. 8:54pm.
Yoongi lied in his bed with his hands over his chest, his eyes focused on a ball of dust on the ceiling fan that spun around and around. It reminded him of what was going on in his mind right now. He was tired. Not sleepy, but tired. Tired of thinking about you. It was always bad this time of year. Memories of you always flooded his brain.
Summer was always a good time in your relationship - it was the season you met. The warm weather along with a bonfire held by a mutual friend brought the two of you together. You bumped into him intentionally and asked how the weather was treating him. He chuckled instead of answering. That was years ago, and he still remembers the night so vividly. He remembers the long flowy silky-looking dress you were wearing as you spun around. It was like everyone around the two of you disappeared, and he could only focus on you. Talking to you was like talking to an old friend, it was as if you never ran out of things to talk about.
It had been three years since the last time you spent a summer together. He remembers the way the tears rolled down your face the last time he saw you. It was the night of the break up. It was the beginning of August and it was humid and hot and Yoongi could feel the sweat roll off his forehead as the two of you shouted obscenities back and forth to each other.
“I don’t need you, Y/N! I was doing just fine before you came into my life! I’ll do even better once you’re just gone.” It was like Yoongi’s mouth knew what he was saying before his brain did - like his lips were spewing things he never in a million years even thought. Truth be told, he hadn’t been the same since you left. He lied to you just this once, just when he told you that he’d be okay without you.
You shrunk back once you heard the vile statement. You stopped in your tracks immediately. It was your greatest fear come true - that Yoongi hadn’t felt anything for you and that he could end it like it was nothing. It didn’t feel like nothing to you. It felt like Yoongi opened up a whole new world, a whole new way of life that you’d fallen in love with. Just like you’d fallen in love with Yoongi. When you heard what he said, however, it just made you doubt everything. Including yourself. He was right, you told yourself. He would be just fine after you were gone.
Yoongi turned over in bed and sighed as he remembered the look on your face from that night. It haunted him like a ghost. He reached for his phone and opened up to the music app. It was full of songs you’d introduced him to and playlists that you had made specifically for him. His favorite one was full of songs that you loved, ones that you hoped he would love as well. He grew to love the songs and the memories that came with it over the years.
july 1st, 2017. 5:38am.
It felt like Yoongi had been awake the whole summer thus far. He can’t remember the last time he slept without dreaming of you. It wasn’t like he was surprised though. Summer was you. He was in love with how it felt to remember you.
He sat at his desk, staring at the second tick by on the clock on his computer. He could see the reflection of the light peeking through the blinds on the window. He double clicked on one of the files on his desktop. It was pages and pages of poetry that he’d written while the two of you were still together. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was sappy back then. Hell, he’s still sappy now.
Back when you two had just began dating, you would facetime when you couldn’t be together. You’d answer with the camera facing the ceiling and he’d jokingly say he would hang up if you didn’t show your face. Hours would go by before the call ended. You slept easy knowing that even though you couldn’t be with Yoongi, that you at least got to talk to him and see the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music or anything else he loved.
Yoongi turned off the computer and went to bed after that. When his alarm finally went off, he thought for a split second that it might be you facetiming him. He scoffed as he pressed snooze on his phone. “That’ll never happen.” He let out before falling asleep again.
july 15, 2017. 11:42am.
Yoongi didn’t smile any less or have any less fun with his friends when he went out. It was just that everything seemed to remind him of you. Everything he saw in his friend, Namjoon’s living room seemed to make him think about you.
The TV reminded him of how you insisted on watching The Walking Dead every Sunday at 8pm. You’d cuddle up next to him as you turned the volume up loud and shush him if he said anything.
The fireplace made him think of the one time it was storming so bad that the power went out in the house you two shared for a little while. You told Yoongi to go get the wood from the garage and bring it inside. Once he did, he sat behind you for a good twenty minutes watching you try to get the fireplace to work. “It’s electric, you know.” He laughed loudly as you came to the realization.
Yoongi focused on his friends again and jumped in the conversation. It took a lot of self control to not think about you.
august 30, 2017. 12:03am.
Yoongi awoke to a harsh pain in his chest. He sat up in bed immediately and look at his phone. It was August 30th already? How could this be? He felt a weakness in his stomach and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Time passed so fast, yet memories were still so vivid.
He got dressed at 6am after hours of laying in bed with tears falling from both eyes. He looked in the mirror and pushed his tie up to his neck, straightening any wrinkles on his suit. He had to look good for you. Show you that he was still strong. Just as strong as last time.
The bell on the door rang as Yoongi entered the convenience store. The cashier offered him a glance and handed him a bouquet of flowers. “On us,” He started, but Yoongi placed a fifty on the counter anyway.
It was a rainy day, figures. He sighed to himself as he exited his car, the flowers in his left hand. The rain was coming down hard, but he wasn’t affected. This was about you. He walked on the grass until he reached his destination.
Yoongi kneeled down, placing the flowers on the ground. He wiped the raindrops from your headstone. Seeing your name again was bittersweet. He wished that he could just see you again.
“I’ll always regret how I left things, you know.” He started, his breath catching in his throat as a tear left his eye. “I told you I’d support you through the treatment, and I didn’t. I left you like that, and I’m sorry.”
He could apologize a thousand times, but it wouldn’t make a difference. Yoongi didn’t blame himself, but rather he had a distaste for himself because of what happened. He sat at the grave for the rest of the day.
