a little jealousy | myg

summary: yoongi spots a couple of guys checking you out at the club. So, of course, he has to show them who you belong to. 18+

paring:non-idol!yoongi x female reader (established relationship)

genre: suggested smut, fluff and a bit of crack behavior from y/n’s drunk friends.

warnings: cursing, jealous yoongi, alcohol consumption, yoongi grabs reader’s ass, and heavy mentions of smut.

w/c:900

Rating:18+

a/n: so…. you might run into a few grammar mistakes since I can’t afford my grammarly subscription anymore (the sad tales of a broke hoe) but please enjoy!

Yoongi only came to the club tonight because you asked him to. It if were up to him, he’d have his eyes glued to his Netflix account, relaxing after a long, hard week of work. Instead, he sat hunched over at the bar, sipping on his whisky as his gaze followed your every move on the dance floor.

You were having fun with your friends; hair styled just as you liked, luscious lips coated with a flirty red shimmer, along with a tight fit bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination. The more you laughed and danced with your girls, the more the thin fabric slipped up the thickest parts of your thighs, exposing your delicate flesh.

Yoongi ran his tongue across his bottom lip, daydreaming about all the ways he was going to fuck you the second the two of you got home. How he was going to slip your pretty feet out of your heels, placing kisses up your inner thighs until licking between the wet valley he was starving for. That would surely make his wasted time at the club worth wild.

“See that girl, the one in the black dress. She’s badd as fuck.”

Yoongi’s ears perked at the sudden mention of you. His eyes glaring at the man sitting beside him. The men who dared speak about his woman in such a perverse way.

“Yeah, she is.” The second male agrees, suggestively rubbing his hands together as he continues to leer over at you. “Had my eye on that ass all night. Think I should talk to her?”

The male playfully shoves at his friend, “Dude, I called dibs first.”

A chuckle vibrates from his throat, “A woman like that needs a real man.” He bites at his lip as his eyes travel down the curves of your body. “Someone who’s gonna take care of that sexy body all night-.”

CLANK

Yoongi slams his glass on top of the bar, creating a loud thud that causes the two men beside him to flinch at the sound. “Sorry.” He apologizes sarcastically, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he intimidatingly examines the two. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Y-your good, bro-” The man’s sentence gets cut short by the irritating glare deep within Yoongi’s eyes. He didn’t know what he had done wrong to cause such a malice look from a stranger, but he definitely didn’t want to make him any more upset. “No hard feelings.”

“Sure.” Yoongi clenched his jaw as he stood from the barstool, slapping down a 20 dollar bill to pay for his tab. “No hard feelings.” His tone, even more sarcastic, yet vexing than before.

Yoongi was never one to get jealous, in fact, he was quite confident when it came to your relationship. However, something about the way the two men gawked at you like a juicy piece of meat had him aggravated, wanting nothing more than to put them in their place.

Approaching you on the dance floor, Yoongi casually slips his hand around your waist from behind, spinning you around until the two of you are face to face.

“Yoo-Yoongi…” You were startled by the foreign touch at first, but the moment you recognized his chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and gummy smirk, your body relaxed into your boyfriend’s hold. “I thought you were going to stay at the bar-…”

Without giving you time to speak, Yoongi crashes his lips onto yours. His tongue seeking refuge past the entrance of your lips, exploring all the dips and crevices your mouth had to offer. His hands slip down the arch of your back only to unapologetically grab a handful of your ass.

You staggered for a moment, attempting to process where Yoongi’s frisky behavior stammered from. Only to fall victim to his intoxicating cologne and the throbbing he had caused between your thighs. Giving in, you press your breast against his chest, running your fingers throughout his hair to deepen the passion of the kiss.

When Yoongi pulls away, he continues to hold your body close to him. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his dark eyes pierced over at the two men gawking at you moments ago, only now staring with envy across their astonished faces.

“What’s got you so handsy tonight, Yoongles?” You giggle, oblivious to your boyfriend’s exact revenge.

Yoongi replaces his cocky expression with an alluring one. “What? I can’t kiss my beautiful girlfriend in the middle of the dance floor?” He answers innocently.

You arch a brow at your boyfriend, attempting to assemble the situation. “Something happened, didn’t it?” You press on.

Yoongi chuckles, not able to get anything past his intelligent girlfriend. “I’ll tell you later.” he says, leaning in to whisper, “Only after I bend you over the mattress and remind you who you belong to, kitten.”

Yoongi’s seductive tone and lewd choice of words sends a pleasurable tingle straight to your womanly core. The thought of him thrusting in and out of your needy hole has you quickly growing in heat. “Sorry girls,” You apologize to your friends, hastily grabbing onto Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m calling it a night. See ya,” you begin to drag him along.

“Waaaaaah.” Your tipsy best friend calls after you. “Leaving us so you can get some dick. I see how it is, Y/N!”

“Traitor!” The other friend called out to you playfully.

Yoongi only snickered at your eagerness to get him home. He always found you to be sexy whenever you carried that horny yet determined shimmer in your eyes. Also making a mental note to take care of every desire you had tonight.

And to think this all happened because Yoongi got jealous.

date published5/8/2021

should I post a Yoongi smut tomorrow ?

Shimmer || myg

Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader.

Warnings:brief hints of insecurity; reader’s necklace is pulled; loss of breath.

Yoongi loved nothing more than to see you wrapped in the jewelry he gifted you with.

He adored the twinkle of your eyes that his lavish presents granted him with, and the sweet pecks of thanks you placed to his lips despite how your words seeped between his lips in every kiss, to scold him for spoiling you.

He cherished every teasing graze of his fingertips over your flesh as he clasped the glimmering trinket around your wrist or throat, just to admire the shivers of your body at the mere notion of his touch.

And when your glistening pendant dangled above his chocolate eyes, mesmerizing him as you perched yourself upon his lap and dipped your lips into his, he was simply taken by you.

But it was the moments such as these when he adorned your body with his shimmering presents, he adored most of all; how your irises would reflect their twinkle whilst you admired his gifts within his arms before you hastily pleaded for his deft fingers to place it over your body.

With a gentle laugh, his fingertips would delicately trace the golden threads that glistened under his wanting gaze, as his plush lips greedily absumed the flesh of your nape, the glittering diamonds he bathed you within enticing him to leave not a mere inch of space between your bodies.

A soft gasp would fall from your lips to cut through your reprimands as his lithe fingers tangled themselves within the silvery chains that delicately traced the column of your throat; just to pull you into his chest, whilst bringing your eyes into his own in the waning space.

The glittering trinket that dripped over his fingers tips would whelve into the soft flesh of your clavicle with every curl of his hands, to draw you deeper into his embrace where your lips would meet his as if a golden tie between your souls.

“Have I let you forget already? You are my treasure,” he would whisper with a tender tug to the chain that clung to your neck, beckoning you closer than before until his pink lips grazed yours as he spoke, “you’re mine to cherish, to love and to protect.”

The heat of his lips would burn against yours as every word would create a delectable friction, that was far more priceless than golden rings; the mere contact with your love would make you greedy for so much more of him than the diamonds he dripped over your flesh, you would covet his kiss, his touch, his love- him.

His dark lashes that kissed the tops of your cheeks would certainly flutter your weakened heart whilst he teased you with his kiss, but he would always be just out of your reach as he chuckled softly at your pleadings.

“I suppose I have to remind you just how priceless you are to me.” He would smirk, his heart waltzing in anticipation of confessing to you of his love in every way he knew how.

With a mere twirl of his fingers, he would take the breath from your lungs as his slender fingers knotted themselves within the delicate pendant you wore, to pull you deeper into his love, he would forever tether your heart to his with a golden thread, and it’s hold would never be broken.

Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24

Perfect || myg

⤷Genre:romance; fluff; husband!yoongi x wife!reader.

⤷Warnings:none.

Yoongi was the very creation of all you adored, all melting together within a masterpiece you called your husband

The warmth of his molten eyes swirled with love so much like your favorite cup of coffee just as the soft shape of his nose so strongly resembled your childhood kitten; not to mention the plush pillows of his cheeks that reminded you of the most beloved breads so perfectly; your lover was simply the manifestation of all the things you loved most, into one, perfect being.

Which is why your eyes focused upon his endearing features, instead of all else whilst you basked within his arms and savored the warmth of his love, willing to merely stare at him for as long as he would allow.

And it was with every skim of his lips or shy flutter of his lashes did you think of something other than him, how you wanted nothing more than for your little ones to share the very features you adored.

With the reverie of your future in mind, your fingertips just couldn’t be helped as they lovingly traced over the line of his jaw and followed the imaginary path to the bow of his lips, contently following the pull to very tip of his nose, where you tenderly pressed into the soft curve.

Your heart faltered once his soft irises rounded into two perfect spheres before he locked them upon your own, surprised by the soft gesture, his chest rose and fell hurriedly under your palms, and for a moment, you feared the worst.

But the smoothe skin of his cheeks creased just below his eyes and foretold of the gummy smile that tenderly kissed his lips beneath your gaze, and you gasped softly at the relief.

“What was that, baby?” He breathlessly whispered within every nook and crevice of the flustered laughter you elicited with the loving touches of his skin, that wrote your words of love in his every feature you admired.

Your own breathing grew uneven as his body curled tighter around your own before his nose carefully nuzzled into the crook of your neck, to tickle your flesh with his hot breath as he flustered you endlessly, returning the unintentional favor.

“It just felt right” you shyly admitted, cupping his soft face within your hands as you cooed at your adorable love, “I love how all of your features fit you so perfectly, and I thought-”

Your words perished upon your tongue once a heat that his presence had made you so familiar with kissed every crevice of your skin, when his curiosity drew him away from the gentle kisses he placed within the hollow of your throat, only for his head to tilt, as if to silently inquire deeper into your thoughts until the truth spilled from your lips.

“Our children will be so perfect.” You suddenly blurted, unable to lie to the one who held you so dearly.

Yoongi’s mouth merely gaped within the silence that followed your confession, and for a moment you believed you had said far too much of your heart, until his lips suddenly met yours, in a fleeting kiss, that was almost twice as sweet as your soulmate.

He parted the kiss far too soon for your approval of the contact, but once the rosy hue of his cheeks scrunched with his sweet smile, you found yourself to forgive him, especially once his eyes stared into yours as if you had given him the very stars above whilst his fingers reached to intertwine with your own.

“If they’re anything like you, my love, they could never be anything less.”

Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24

Min Yoongi (1)

Author’s Notes: Hey everyone ! I had another blog that was made for my Yoongi writings and this was one of them, i decided to just post everything kpop on this blog, so that i don’t have so many accounts lmao. This is my first Yoongi drabble so i hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, orgasm denial, slight dacryphilia, soft dom!yoongi, mentions of stealing of innocence

“Let me take care of you, my sweet girl…”

“Yoongi-ah…” you mumbled, climbing onto the couch, and leaning on your boyfriend.

“Yes, Jagi?” he turns his head and wraps his arm around you, snuggling you closer to his side. You don’t speak any further and rest your head on his chest, breathing slowly and he slowly rubs your forearm, staring down at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Need daddy to take care of you?” He whispers, you nod with a little pout, and he coos, “Aw, my sweet girl…”

He brings his hand under your chin and tilts your head up, “Gimme a kiss baby, please?”

You lean up and he captures your lips in his, softly groaning at the intimacy. Yoongi bites gently and you let out a tiny gasp, allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You pull back a little bit surprised, but he takes his hand and places it on the back of your neck, forcing you back into him. His tongue caresses your own and he slowly moves you so you’re straddling him, all the while keeping his mouth on yours.

He encompasses your tongue between his lips and sucks on it, pulling back and telling you to do the same, “C’mon baby girl, just like I showed you.” You hesitantly pull his tongue with your mouth and imitate his actions.

Yoongi’s hands travel to your bottom and pushes your hips into his and you whimper out, “Daddy, please.” You hope that if you beg him enough, he’ll give in to you, but Yoongi likes to take things excruciatingly slow. He likes the build-up, the intimacy, he loves to hear you beg for more, and more than anything, he loves to see you completely ruined for him.

“Shh, shh, Jagi, patience…” Yoongi’s lips ghost over your ear, before planting themselves on the spot right below it, nibbling and sucking on it harshly, causing you to cry out and grind once more on his cock that’s been hardening in his pants. You can’t even tease him the way he does you, he hasn’t taught you that yet. But you try your best to keep grinding on him, hoping to affect him even in the slightest.

He allows you to slowly move your hips, giving you the satisfaction of relieving yourself for a minute, but as he pulls you in for another kiss, his hands stop your movements completely.

Yoongi kisses you slowly, he takes the time to explore every inch of your mouth, savouring the taste of your lips. He’s painfully hard and he know there’s probably a wet spot on the crotch of his sweats and it takes almost everything in him not to pull his cock out and fuck you right there.

Both Yoongi and yourself have been dating for over a year, but you’ve only just gotten intimate the last couple of months.

Yoongi was your first everything, which meant he had to show you along the way what it meant to be a girlfriend. When Yoongi found out you were an untouched virgin, he just about creamed his jeans like a horny teenager, and when you told him you wanted him to be your first, he did.

Yoongi lived for ruining your innocence in any way he knew how, he taught you how to please him and how to please yourself. He loved to watch you squirm and cry, you can be so timid and shy but if he pushes your buttons enough, he can have you begging for him to do the nastiest things to you.

His thoughts are washed away when he feels you push yourself down on his bulge, and when he practically feels how wet you are, he caves. Pushing your shirt over your head, and sliding your panties off, Yoongi holds your hips and moves them back and forth, letting you feel his cock under his sweats, the rough material rubbing at your sensitive clit.

He halts your movements for half a second to pull his cock from beneath his pants and strokes it a few times, leaning forward to lay you down on your back, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

“Yoongi-ah…” you mumbled, trying to pull him closer by his wrists. He gently places your hands by your side, “no, no, keep your hands there,” he chuckles at your state, “you’re so needy and I haven’t done anything yet.” He leaves a trail of kisses on the inside of your thighs, as he moves toward your puffy mound, “Let daddy have a taste first, okay kitten, can you do that for daddy?” You nod feverishly and he dives in, licking between your slit and sucking on your little clit.

You moan incoherent sounds, too focused on the feeling of his mouth on you. He hums a little and the vibrations have you shaking, too sensitive to handle.

“You like when I do this to you, don’t you?” Yoongi asks, you can only nod and let out a squeal when he sucks particularly hard, “Mm, you always taste so sweet for me, my sweet girl.” Yoongi moves his head down, licking against your opening and sticks his tongue inside, licking up every inch of your walls, savouring your taste and swallowing it all.

Your hands grab at his hair, pushing and pulling, not knowing whether you want more or if you’re too sensitive for it. He moans and sniffs, blowing air on your cunt, and he smirks when he looks up to see you so lost in pleasure, he almost feels bad for pulling away when he felt you tighten around his tongue.

“No, daddy, I was so close, please.” You scramble to push him back down when he lets up, but he gently shushes you, moving to lay beside you, rubbing your tummy, “Shhh now baby, I know, it’s okay, daddy just needs to feel you now, hm? Be a good girl for me, okay baby?”

He flips you on your side, with your back facing him, and slides his sweats down taking his cock and moving it between your folds, tapping gently on your clit. “Put your leg right here baby”, he grabs your thigh, so it’s wrapped around his waist and lines up his cock to your hole, slowly easing it in and you both moan in unison.

“Fuck baby, you’re sucking me in so easily, Yoongi thrusts his hips, the slight sound of skin slapping skin becoming more and more noticeable, “so eager to be ruined by me, such a good girl.” Your face is turned toward your lover, who kisses you hungrily, pulling back to stare into your eyes. You feel how intimate your love making is and suddenly there’s tears in your eyes, mixing from the intensity and your sensitivity.

“Oh, sweet baby, it’s okay, daddy’s got you.” He brings his hands to cup your cheek and swipe at your tears, “such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” you let out a choked sob and look at his lips, leaning up at much as you could, “wan’kiss, daddy.” You can’t even make out the proper words, too fucked out to focus, too far gone into sub space.

Yoongi, the ever attentive one, understands your request and places his lips on yours. He moves into you faster, and when he feels you constrict around him, he pulls away to groan, “That’s it baby, squeeze around me, taking my cock like a good little girl.”

He hates to take yet another orgasm from you, but Yoongi wants to see you, he wants to look into your eyes and watch as you cum, and admittedly, part of his sadistic side wants to see your tears. You whine out as he suddenly stops his movements and pulls out, pushing your ass back into him to keep him inside but he holds your waist.

“I know kitten, I know. It’s okay, I just want to see you, I need to see you baby. Here, lay on your back for me, there’s a good girl.” Yoongi gently rubs at your sides, reaching down to rub circles on your swollen clit, it’s red now, clearly in need for release and he can’t wait to grant it to you, knowing you can only take so much, “Let me take care of you, my sweet girl…”

“Please yoongi, wanna cum, wan’ it so bad.” You whine out and tears spring to your eyes in desperation, “No more teasing daddy, please, it hurts.” You let out a sob and he coos at you, wiping your tears and placing a kiss to your cheeks, “Okay baby, okay, don’t worry. No more, daddy’s going to make you feel so good, okay?” You nod and he eases inside you once again, hissing at the feeling of your pulsating walls on his now sensitive tip.

It didn’t take very long for the knot in your stomach to come back, tightening even more every time Yoongi thrust into you, his hips slamming hard against your thighs, the sound of skin slapping, and your pussy squelching is like music to his ears. Yoongi looks down at your fucked out expression, nearly cumming at the sight of your tears, reaching down to lick them up, “You’re so pretty baby, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You fist at his shirt and look up at him, his eyes looking into yours with so much fond it made you want to cry.

You feel your cheeks heat but try your best to maintain eye contact, knowing how much Yoongi loves it. “Please Yoongi, wanna cum..” He nods and reaches down to rub at your swollen clit, taking it between his fingers and pinching it. You twitch and buck your hips, yelping his name as you finally cum, pussy clenching around his cock, “Daddy, oh fuck.”

Yoongi groans and grips the sheets with one hand as he spurts inside you, painting your walls and filling you up. He continues to thrust into you, making sure none of his cum spills out and you try to squirm away, way too overstimulated to have another round. “It hurts daddy, no more…” you whimper, and he nods, slowing down, “I love you so much jagi, you’re such a good girl, always taking daddy’s cock so well.”

Yoongi watches you for a moment, rubbing your sides and whispering those sweet comments in your ear, waiting for you to come back to him.

You feel your eyelids getting heavy, and you feel Yoongi pull out before seeing him get off the bed, quickly grabbing his hand, “Where you going daddy?” He hushes you, softly petting your hair, “I’m just going to get a towel baby, I gotta clean you up.” You watch him carefully as he goes into your bathroom and gets a warm cloth.

His hands are gentle on your body, fingertips lightly grazing over the cloth, wiping around your thighs and mound, soothing you when you try to move away. He goes back to the bathroom to clean himself, washing his hands and coming back, lifting you off the couch and into your shared bedroom, carefully placing you on the bed and climbing in himself.

You move so you’re right up against him, head resting on his outstretched arm, sighing contently, the sounds of your breathing slowly lulling you to sleep.

Yoongi places his free hand in your hair, brushing it back as he watches you sleep. He never falls sleep right after sex, choosing instead to admire you in what he finds your most beautiful form. Thinking to himself how lucky he is, asking what he must have done in his past life to deserve this love, to deserve your love.

He was so happy and had a sense of pride when you told him you wanted him to be your first, knowing he was the first and only one who would ever see you this way was his greatest pride. He loves you, and he knows that he will always love you, his sweet girl.

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.

BTS IMAGINE REQUESTS

I’m opening my requests for a lil bit if y’all wanna request anything shoot me don’t actually shoot me this is not an american school oops she didn’t yes she did

I’ll take like 7 requests for now, let’s see what happens

You could’ve been nicer {BTS} pt. 2

Part 1 /Part 3

Summary: How do the boys react when you tell them “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today”?

Min Yoongi

You were lying under a blanket, Yoongi sitting opposite of you, your legs were tangled with his and you were munching on some sweets he had brought for you. He was carressing your leg while scrolling through his phone. You’ve been scrolling through your own phone when the idea struck you. You opened the camera of your phone and started filming him before speaking up. “Yoongs?” you said and he looked up with an arched brow. “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said and he looked confused for a second. “What did I-…What’d I do?” he asked, his voice concerned, while putting his snack away and while you were thinking about something to keep up the act, his gaze wandered down from your face to your hands. He immediately rolled his eyes and took back his snack from the table. “Yeah?” he said and kept snacking on his chips. “Nicer how? Like the blanket I brought you? Or like the snacks I bought? Or wait wait…” he said lifting his index finger, obviously making fun of you,”like the dishes I washed, because you were having period cramps.” He nodded towards you to ask for an answer and he chuckled when you didn’t answer. “I am being nice to you now shut up.” he said while unpausing his video on the phone. “No!” you said while gently kicking your feet trying to regain his attention. “You should’ve been nicer to me.” you tried to keep up your prank but he just smiled to himself. “You’re recording me baby. I’m not dumb I’ve figured.” he answered while looking at his phone and made you laugh nervously. “You’re unbelievable. I was trying to prank you.” you said swatting his shoulder playfully. “Holding your phone like that is always suspicious. That’s obvious fan behavior right there.” he explained and you rolled your eyes at his word. In one swift movement you were hovering over him and took him by surprise. “I’m not your fan.” you said with a hushed voice while his gaze went from your eyes to your lips. “You’re my number one fan.” he whispered and pulled you closer into a passionate kiss.

Jeon Jungkook

You were having dinner with Jungkook at the dorm while the others were out. He had prepared a nice meal for you and date night was going great. A moment of silence occurred while he was cleaning the table and that’s when you remembered the trend you’ve seen earlier. “Hey. I think you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said while looking at your fingers on your lap and he walked back out of the kitchen. “Really?” he asked and looked at you for a second. “Yeah, you could’ve been nicer.” you repeated and he could swear that he heared that once before. You looked up when he didn’t answer and saw him standing beside you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah I think you could’ve been nicer too though.” he said while arching a brow and your jaw fell open,”I mean I did everthing for you and now this?” he asked and your prank backfired. “Oh no Kook I wasn’t trying to..”

“That’s a bit ungreatful of you, don’t you think?” he said and sounded really hurt which made you panic. “No, wait. I’m sorry. I was just..”

“Nevermind. Let’s not fight at the end of a, what was for me a nice night.” he said and you could face palm yourself. “Hey.” you said grabbing his hand and stood up from where you were sitting to stand close to him. “I was just kidding. The night was great and you’ve been amazing. I was just pulling a prank. I’m sorry.” you apologized and a big grin spread across his face while he wrapped his arms around you. “I know.”

“What?!”

“Boo I’m on social media as much as you. I know my hyungs miss all the trends but you’ve got a pretty on track boyfriend when it comes to social media trends.” he smiled and you hit his shoulder playfully. “I was scared for a sec.” you said and pouted. “How does your own medicine taste?” he asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes.

A/N: Part 3 its on its way

A/N: I just watched their argument with Tae and it kinda broke my heart. So here is an imagine about it lol I ain’t taking any sides please don’t come for me dvjdbd

You’ve heared about it before you’ve seen Jin that day. Somehow they let this tiny topic grow into something personal and the tension in the suite was almost visible. You couldn’t be there with the boys while they talked it over because the crew was filming which probably didn’t help the two. When everybody left to go to their rooms you walked by a sniffling Teahyung. Even though you were on your way to Jin you stopped in your tracks. “Hey, wait a sec.” you said and put your hand gently against his shoulder before going towards Jin. You glanced around the corner and saw him sitting there with his eyes fixed on the floor. You knew he wasn’t feeling good but you also knew how hard Tae was taking these things and your older sister feelings didn’t let you leave him.

“Alright. Let’s go.” you said after checking on Jin and went to Tae’s room. He had a full on crying session and didn’t seem to be able to stop so you just embraced him in a big bear hug until he was only hiccuping from crying too much. “I know I should’ve told him in a better manner but I was never once trying to offend him!” he tried to explain while blowing his nose into the napkin you gave him. “Tae I’m not going to say who was right and who was wrong. I wasn’t there with you guys. Also it doesn’t matter who did what if both of you felt hurt.” you tried to explain. “I know what you were aiming at but with Jin you have to see that he has his own insecurities as you do yourself. And today you kinda put salt in some of his wounds. I know you did it unwillingly and with good intention but it happens. That’s just how we work as humans.” you said and pat his head. “I just don’t want him to dislike me. I just wanted the show to be perfect for our fans.” he said and his voice broke towards the end and he started sobbing again. “Oh come on Tae. I thought you agreed on going out together to grab a drink. It’s not the end of the world and he could never dislike you. He could dislike me but not you belive me.” you joked and he rolled his eyes but you managed to draw a little smile from him. “You’re his brother. Siblings fight and forget about it. Just don’t act like nothing happend, talk about it with him.”

“Thank you, noona.” he said and stood up to give you a hug. “Sleep well. Tomorrow things will be less bad I promise.” you said and pat his back before pulling away and leaving his room.

Back in Jin’s room you saw him lying in bed with his back facing the door. Only the bedside lamp was filling the room with a dimm light. “Jin?” you whispered to see if he was asleep. “Aren’t you going to sleep in his room?” he asked with an icy voice and your breath catched in your throat. You had to swallow your pride big time and it took you all your willpower to not just walk back out. “If you’re trying to hurt me, congrats you did. Now do you want to talk or sleep?” you asked but he didn’t answer. He knew what he said was over the line. Especially since you had nothing to do with the problem. He was just upset that you went to comfort Tae before him. He knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it. You walked over to his side of the bed and sat down on the floor to be eyelevel with him. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving an inch. You blew gently into his face so his bangs were flying back and he opened his eyes after blinking a few times. “Hi there grumpy.” you smiled at him and he avoided looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled and you chuckled while putting your palm against his cheek. “Apology accepted.” you assured him and he turned his head to kiss the inside of your hand. “How’s he?” he asked after a moment of silence and glanced up to look into your eyes. “He thinks you don’t like him anymore.” you whispered with a tiny bit of amusement in your voice and he groaned while sitting up and pulled at his hair. “He drives me crazy.” he said and looked up at the ceiling. You got up from the floor and sat down next to him.

“Jin.”

“Yeah?”

“You need to stop using your age as an excuse when it comes to people critisizing you.” you said carefully and you felt immediatly how he went into defensive mode.

“Are you taking his side?” he said and sounded really offended.

“No, Jin. I’m not taking anybodies side. I wasn’t there.” you tried to explained yourself but he cut you off.

“Then don’t comment on it.” he snapped and you chewed the inside of your cheek. You had to try and not get offended by this. You didn’t want to throw this out of proportion. “He is younger. He should know how to talk to me.” he mumbled and that made you get up from the bed. “Forgive us your highness.” you said and bowed infront of him to show him how ridiculous ge was acting. You raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes.

“Jin.” you started again. “I know he hit some sensitive spots but he wasn’t trying to. He was nervous and wanted the show to be perfect.”

“And I didn’t?” he said pointing at himself. You sat back down beside him and took his hands into yours. “I know that you always try to cheer the boys up. I know you’re insecure about your age and you’re afraid that you won’t fit in anymore. You’re afraid of not being enough. And someone critisizing you just feeds those fears. I know.” you say and cup his face with your hands. His eyes filled with tears unwillingly and a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. You wiped it away with your thumb and smiled at him knowingly. “Siblings fight.” you said and placed a butterfly kiss on his nose. “Just don’t let this get to you. And definetly don’t let this get in between you two.” You gave him a kiss on his lips and when you pulled away he had a soft smile on his lips.

***

The next morning you woke up in an empty bed. There was a note put on the pillow next to you. “Went to grab a drink with Tae.” it read and you smiled to yourself. You streched your limbs before getting up and walking to the bathroom. You were standing right infront of the bathroom door when the door flew open suddenly and Jin and Taehyung screamed in your face making you jump. You shrieked and pressed your hands against your chest out of fear. You didn’t open your eyes until your heartbeat came down again and your breathing calmed down. Both of them were laughing their ass off when you opened up your eyes and glared at them. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!” you yelled at them and hit both of them on the back of their heads. But they were unfazed and kept laughing in unison. “I’m not talking to either of you. You were being a big dick yesterday even though I did nothing.” you said and pointed at Jin who’s laughter died down immediatly,”and you cried the whole night for what? This?! Next time I’ll let you fight each other to death. I don’t care.” you said and pushed past them into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Noona it was just a joke. We wanted to thank you.” you heared Taehyung yell from the otherside of the door while knocking gently. “Babe come on. It was funny.” Jin begged while also knocking but you ignored them. You weren’t really angry at them. Not at all. You were happy that they got over it. So you kept brushing your teeth with a big smile while they tried to make it up to you.

A/N: In which he thinks you´re a sasaeng fan and it leads to a bad outcome. Or does it? sjcjsdb It´s a little jumpy written sorry ´bout that 

You were running towards the elevator because you saw the door open and wanted to reach it before it closed again. Getting the elevator in this hotel was a pain in the ass since it had 35 floors. As soon as you reached the elevator you stuck your hand out and stopped the doors from closing. You were breathing heavily when you stepped in and apologized immediatly. “Sorry everyone.” you said out of breath and when your eyes met the ones from man standing inside the elevator you swallowed hard. It was Kim Taehyung. You turned away immediatly and stared at the closed doors the whole time not looking at him on purpose. You glanced at the numbers and thanked god as you saw the 24 already glowing. Being a celebrity must suck, you thought while keeping your gaze glued to the door. Everybody always approaching you and the lack of privacy…gruesome. The elevator climed all the floors until it reached 24. A loud ping echoed through the tiny room and the heavy doors opened to a well lit hallway. The artist stepped out first since he was standing in front and you followed him. When he turned the same corner as you things got a little awkward because it looked like you were following him. Until he reached his door and you walked past him. Your room was at the end of the hallway and as soon as you reached your door you went inside. You let go your breath you didn’t even know you were holding. That was extremely nervewracking. To be honest though: He was a really handsome man. Even more handsome in person.

***

This elevator crap happened four times the following week and things got weirder everytime. You two did not greet each other and he kind of seemed annoyed all the time which was understandable considering his hectic lifestyle. It was a thursday afternoon and you went back to your hotel after you set last things in your gallery. You still had a few things to do to be prepared for your art exhibition tommorow. But you had all evening to do them. You walked to the elevator and pressed the button. As soon as the doors opened you stepped in and stood in the back. When you noticed that no one was coming you stepped forward to press 24 when the man himself walked in. You almost bumped into his chest but both of you froze in place. “Sorry.” you mumbled but he ignored it and stood in the back of the elevator. You moved along to press the button and the doors closed. Through the reflection of the metallic doors you saw him take out his phone and text something. You relaxed a little thinking that he forgot all about you when he spoke up.

“Hey, you.” his deep voice cut through the air like a sword. Your whole body tensed up when you heard his icy voice. “Pardon?” you said and turned around not believing that he just called you with “Hey you.”.

“What are you doing here?” he asked again as if he was entitled to something and your nervousness turned into something else. “Excuse me?!”

“There is no excuse for what you are doing no matter how much you like us. If you think that we’ll be flattered you’re wrong..”

“What are you…?” you tried to interrupt him but he just went over you like it was nothing.

“I tried to ignore you. But whenever I get into this elevator you’re here and you follow me to my floor. I guess I shouldn’t have gone to my floor the first time we met.”

“Are you out of..” you tried again but he wasn’t listening at all.

“Look nobody likes sasaeng fans. Nobody. You’re invading our privacy and that’s annoying. “

If the elevator wasn’t reaching your floor anytime soon you would jump this idiot and rip him to pieces. You glanced at the numbers and thankfully you were already at 23.

“Excuse me but..”

“No! There is nothing to excuse. I texted my manager and he called the cops.” he said and turned away from you and stepped forward.

“Wait what are you…?”

Ping! The doors opened and two men in black suits escorted him out while two police officers grabbed you by your arms and held you back from stepping outside.

“Excuse me! Let me go! I didn’t do anything!” you yelled now but there were looking unfazed. “Yeah yeah, they never do.”

***

“Sir please let me go. I have an exhibtion tommorrow and there are things I need to finish before I can open up my gallery. Please.” you tried to explain yourself at the station while the police officer was checking your data.

“I have a room on the same floor. I never followed him anywhere. I’m not even a fan I just know that they make good music. Please I have to go.” you practically begged and as time passed you stopped talking because there was no chance you would make it in time.

After they checked everything and found out that you were telling the truth it was 4am in the morning. You were mad, you were exhausted and you were angry as fuck. “We’re so sorry.” a higher ranking police officer, you assumed by his stars on his shoulders, stopped by and apologized in everyones name. “You just did your job sir. I won’t be able to hold my exhibtion tomorrow. I’ll send you an invitation if I ever get the chance again.” you said and faught back the tears.

***

It was 6am when you reached your hotel room and everthing in you told you to step down his door and punch him in the face. You told everyone in charge that you were not able to hold the exhibtion tomorrow and that you’d meet up with everyone to clear things up. You found a card on your desk with the logo of the hotel.

“We are very sorry for everything that happened. Please try to understand and forgive us. -BigHit Managemet.” was written on it. The card was attached to a bouqet of flowers and a basket of fruits. The miserable apology wasn’t even from him. They were fucking with the wrong woman.

You grabbed the phone and dialled the number of the reception.

“I have a message for room 2425. It’s really urgent and I advise you to tell them immediatly. If I don’t have an apology by tomorrow afternoon by the resident of the room himself, I will press charges and go to a newspaper. Have a nice morning.” you said and hung up.

***

You didn’t sleep at all. You cried the whole time thinking about your destroyed work and dreams to hold an exhibtion at the most famous galery in Korea. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep because when someone knocked on your door you jumped up from your bed. The clock beside your bed showed 1pm. You were totally disoriented and walked over to the door to open it. There he was with a bouqet of flowers in his hands nervously stepoing from one foot to the other.

“Hi.” he said with a tiny voice, all arrogance vanished. You didn’t answer him and walked back inside leaving the door open for him to walk in. You opened up the curtains and one window to let in a little fresh air. “Sorry for the mess. I came home at 6am.” you said while sitting down in the chair. He had walked in and closed the front door and now he looked like a lost puppy infront of you. “Take a seat.” you said while pointing at the couch infront of you.

Tae felt awfull. He could see how exhausted you were and you must’ve cried because your eyes looked puffy. He sat down and fumbled with the flowers he bought. “Look, I’m really sorry for what happened yesterday. I thought you were a Sasaeng-Fan. I got creeped out and overreacted. I’ll pay for another week in the hotel.” he offered thinking that he was doing something good.

“I was going to hold my first ever art exhibtion today t the most valued venue in Korea. But I couldn’t finish up because you got me arrested so I had to cancel everything. There is no way I’ll get that venue ever again.” you explained very calmly and looked into his eyes. His eyes went wide and horror went over his features as he realized what he did.

“I don’t need to stay another week, thanks for the offer though. I was very angry yesterday. If I had seen you, you would’ve had a reason to get me arrested believe me but there is no point in that. I just wanted you to know what you did. You might be famous and have good connections. Next time just talk to people before doing something so dramatic.” you said and got up from your chair. He did the same and put the flowers on the table because he was afraid that you would turn them down. “I’m really sorry.” he added and wiped his hands on his pants. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked but you shook your head.

“Greet your mates for me. Y’all are doing a great job.” you said and put on a polite smile while bringing him to the door.

***

Taehyung went back to his room and he could punch himself in his face. His bandmates were waiting for him in his room and when he explained everything he could see the disappointed faces. “Damn you fucked her over big time.” Hoseok said and Tae pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know.”

“I don’t think an apology does the trick here.” Namjoon said and Tae rolled his eyes. “I offered help but she refused and practically kicked me out.” “You can be happy that she didn’t push you out the window.” Jin said and Taehyung groaned. “I think I have an Idea.” Yoongi said and everyone looked at him. “Do we have plans for tomorrow?”

***

It was 8pm and you were standing behind the curtains at the venue to host your own exhibition. The manager called around 3pm to tell you that he had a free evening tomorrow night because someone cancelled last minute. Of course you took the chance and jumped at it. Now you were here, standing in black silky gown that brushed over the floor, with your heart pounding in your chest.

When you stepped out into the light you heared a round if applause and put on a very genuine smile. „Thank you for coming everyone!“ you started and prepared to give your speech.

***

„Damn she is beautiful.“ Yoongi whispered and Tae watched you from afar, how you talked to your clients with a sweet smile on your face. The dress was hugging your body in all the right places and your face was glowing from happiness. His heart ached at the picture of you in your hotel room that he caused. The boys entered the venue around half past ten so the main event could be over. They didn‘t want to draw all the attention and when they arrived everybody was already a little tipsy and admiring her art with their champagne glasses in their hands talking to each other in hushed voices.

Nevertheless when some people started recognizing the boys the conversations of your clients caught your attention. „Wow! What are they doing here?“ „Do they know the artist?“ You excused yourself from the people at your table and went to greet the newcomers. When you saw who it was you stopped in your tracks and watched them come towards you. All seven men were dressed in nice tuxedos and it was a celebration for your eyes. The tallest one reached out his hand as soon as they were close enough. „Nice to meet the artist behind all of this great work. I‘m Kim Namjoon.“ he inteoduced himself and gathered yourself together quickly because everyone was looking at you. As soon as you grabbed his hand to shake his hand a flash of light filled the room and a hundred photos were taken. You thanked god that you kept the reporters to a minimum. „It‘s an honour to habe you here.“ you answered with a polite smile and Taehyung immediatly saw that your smile didn‘t reach your eyes. „I hope you‘ll enjoy our evening. You can always approach me if you have questions about the pieces.“ you said and bowed your head before excusing yourself and leaving towards your table again.

„Oh man, she seems pissed.“ Hobi said as soon as you were far away enough and Jungkook nodded. „She‘s a clever woman. She added one and one together.“ Namjoon said and watched you explain one of your pieces to a tall man in an south african gown.

You were standing in the corner and tried looking relaxed when your asisstend rushed over to you and leaned in to whisper something into your ear. „The biggest piece is sold.“ „The name and phone number for the delivery.“ she added and gave you a card.

***

3 years later you were not only a succefull artist in Korea but your fame started spreading around the globe. You had fix art galleries in seven different countries. The venue you started at had your first art piece hanging in their lobby to greet their new clients.

You shuffled in bed as you slowly woke up and stretched your limbs. „Good morning.“ you heared a deep voice greet you from the other side of the bed and you turned your head around. There he was, hair tousled from sleep, eyes a little puffy from the late working hours but the happiest smile on his lips. „Morning.“ you said and leaned forward to place quick kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed your body against his and rest his forhead against the crook of your neck. „When did you come in?“ you asked while brushing your fingers through his messy hair. „Around 4am.“ he yawned and you placed a kiss onto his hair while chuckling at how clingy he was. Your eyes scanned the room and you saw his stuff scattered around the room since he must‘ve changed in the dark to prevent you from waking up. When your eyes met the stupid painting at the wall the old feelings bubbled up inside of you and you pushed him away gently. He groaned and tried to pull you back but you didn‘t let him. „I told you a million times to get rid of that painting.“

„It‘s worth millions of dollars.“ he said without any emotion but you didn‘t care. „It‘s stupid and I hate it. I hate what it reminds me of.“ you said and he looked up at you. „It reminds me of our beginning.“ he pouted and you glared at him thinking of what happened. „Every newspaper talked about you guys going to an art gallery. You stole my show.“ you growled and he coughed into his fist and looked away. He wasn‘t getting out of this one. „You‘re art sold like crazy.“ he offered but that only made you cross your arms infront of your chest. „They said I took advantage of you and disregarded my hard work.“ you said and were getting more annoyed by the minute. „You didn‘t talk to me for a year. Even though I shot my shot several times.“ he with a raised brow. „I waited for the media to forget about our connection. I was not becoming the gold digger artist just because of you.“ you said and glared at the art piece.

„I hate it.“ you said and caressed you arm gently and placed a soft kiss against your skin. „If you hadn‘t gotten me arrested I would‘ve never had to try so hard to be recognized as an artist and not just „The artist BTS has visited“.“ you pouted and he smiled sheepishly.

„Yes but that would‘ve also meant that we would‘ve never met.“ he said and you rolled your eyes. „We had nothing to do with your success babe. It‘s all because of your talent. We just organized the venue.“ he let it slip and as soon as he said it he bit his tongue. „You did what?!“

***

You were putting the side dishes on the dinner table but for the boys it felt like you were throwing them at them. „Did we do something?“ Yoongi whispered towards Jin but he just shrugged his shoulders and looked at Tae. „Did you fuck something up?“ Jin asked him and he kept staring into his bowl until you came back from the kitchen. „If you ever mess with my life ever again, I‘ll make sure y‘all regret it.“ you said as you sat down and grabbed your chopsticks. „Now eat.“ you said and the discussion was over before it could start.

***

„Ugh..where are we going?“ you whined for a millionth time now and Taehyung smiled at your impatience. „You‘ll see.“

He parked the car in front of a big house and as you walked up the stairs you could see „Orphanage“ written on a sign. „What are we doing here?“ you whispered to Tae as you climbed the last stares. „Just wait and see.“ he said and led you inside of a room full of kids. They were all applauding as you came in and Tae lead you towards the stage where an old lady was smiling at you. Right behind you there was this big art piece of yours which had been hanging in your bedroom for the past two years. „I donated the painting to this orphanage. They can either keep it or sell it for however much they want.“ he whispered into your ear as you walked on stage and you looked up at him in disbelief. Your heart swelled with love as you watched this man infront of you. You spent the evening with the kids and they were totally oblivious to your fame. They were just happy to meet people who helped them.

***

You were watching him the whole ride back home and when he parked the car infront of the house you grabbed his hand and stopped him from getting out.

„I love you.“ you blurted out and his eyes widened at you confession. He already said it a few times but you were always were too scared to say it. But right now felt like the best time. „What?“ he said totally baffled and you smiled.

„I love you Kim Taehyung.“ you said it again and a devilish smiled appeared on his face.

„I can‘t believe I had to donate the most expensive thing in our home for you to say that. Is your love buyable?“ he joked and you let go of him immediatly.

„You‘re a fucking asshole.“ you cursed at him and opened the door to leave.

„Oh come on! It was a joke.“ he yelled after you but you slammed the door into his face.

„I love you more than I love that painting! You‘re my number one!“ he yelled after you while dangling out of the window of the car.

He was a stupid asshole. But he was your stupid asshole.

Pretty Girl {Min Yoongi}

A/N: Yoongi acts suspicious. He might be cheating.

You were watching Yoongi get ready for a shoot. Usually he invited you to shoots because he didn’t like you being alone on your free days but today he kind of seemed nervous and you gave him the chance to invite you until he was ready to go.

“Yoongs?”

“Yeah?” he answered absent mindedly and you furrowed your brows. “Can I tag along? I won’t disturb you guys.” you asked but he shook his head. “I can’t take you with me today. ‘M sorry.” he mumbled and gave you a kiss on your head before grabbing his stuff. “See you later.” he said while grabbing his stuff and before you could say something he went out the door.

You fell asleep on the couch while waiting for Yoongi. You woke up to your phone ringing. Your hand searched for your phone in the coffee table while your eyes were still closed. As you unlocked it the bright light kept you from completely opening your eyes. “I won’t be maikng it home tonight. I’ll crash at the dorm. Sleep tight, love you! x” read the message from Yoongi and you felt the uneasy feeling inside your stomach grow.

***

You woke up early the next day and decided to drive over to the dorm instead of making yourself crazy. You let yourself in and walked over to Yoongis studio since you didn’t see anyone in the main hall. His door was slightly open and you could hear their conversations bubbling through. You were about to enter when you heared what they were talking about.

“Fuck. She can’t see this.” Yoongi said and groaned while the others laughed. “She’ll definetly leave me.” he added and your heart skipped a beat. What were they talking about. “You have to take away her phone and everything. It’s going to be all over social media.” you heared Namjoon say and the room started spinning. Please let this be a bad dream.

“Well she is really pretty.” Hobi said and another set of laughter filled your ears. Oh no. “She’ll definetly be jealous.” Taehyung added. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent a sob to escape your mouth. He couldn’t have. “Shut up. She can’t ever know. Y’all have to promise. She’ll freak out.” Yoongi said and tears escaped the corner of your eyes. Without listening to more of his crap you turned around and left.

***

You cried the whole ride home and when he stepped inside of your home all teares were drained out of your eyes. You were left angry. Really angry.

“Babe I’m home!” he called through your home but you didn’t answer. “Babe?” he called again and you could hear his footsteps come closer. “Hey.” he greeted you as he came into the living room but you didn’t answer because if you did you would smack him.

“Uh…are you okay?” he asked while stepping in front of you.

“Did you finish your shoot?” you asked and he looked confused. “What?”

“Did you finish your shoot?”

“Yeah why?” he asked and you could hear the nervousness in his voice. “Can I see?” you asked since he always showed you his finished shoots. “See what?” he acted dumb and made you look up.

“Babe did you cry? What’s…” he started but you interrupted him.

“Show me.” you demanded now with an icy voice and he shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked and got up from the couch to stand infront of him. “It’s not finished yet.” he lied and you let out a diabelieving huff.

“Yoongi either you show me something right now or I’m leaving.” you said and he panicked. “Babe I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal out of it. I don’t have to show you every peoject.” he said and you couldn’t hold back anymore and slapped him across his face.

“Fuck you.” you said with a shaky voice and left the living room. You went into the bedroom and grabbed a shuffle bag to put your stuff inside.

“What the hell was that for? And what are you doing?” he said. “I’m leaving!” you yelled and your voice cracked. “No you’re not. What are you doing?!” he said now a little louder and grabbed your wrist. You tried to get rid of his grip but he wasn’t letting go. His glare softened when he saw your tears filled eyes. “You’re overreacting. It’s just a video.” he said now calmer. “Then show me!” you yelled and freed your wrist. “I can’t!” he yelled back and kept packing your stuff. “Stop it!” he said and grabbed the bag out of your hand.

“I heared you, alright?!” you screamed at last. “What?”

“I came over to the dorm to see you and I heared you! How you tried to hide her and how the boys found her pretty and how I would be jealous.” you sobbed and when you saw his confusion turn into amusement he was trying to hide you went mad. “You know what fuck you. Why am I even bothering.” you said and pushed past him to leave the house but he grabbed your hand and stopped you from leaving. “This is what you cried about?” he asked with he surpressed smile in his lips and you wanted to rip him apart. How could he be amused by your pain?

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I’m not making fun of you. I’m sorry I made you think that way. I’m not cheating on you. I’d never, I swear!” he said and pulled you back into the living room. “I didn’t want to show you since it’s really embarrasing but you didn’t give me another chance. Here. Sit.” he said and sat you down on the couch while he opened the TV. He searched up the video and you couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was dressed as a girl acting the most feminin way possible. Your tough Yoongi. Your eyes shot from the Tv to him and he smiled shyly. “See?” Your eyes wandered to his red cheek and you covered your mouth. “Oh shit.”

***

As you brought him a oack of ice to put against his cheek the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.” you said while patting his shoulder and he closed his eyes while holding the ice against his cheek.

“Oh hey. Come in.” you chuckled nervously as you hugged the guys and let them in. “Yoongs is in the living room.” you added and followed them.

“Hey!…what happened?” you heared them ask and you leaned against the doorframe. Yoongi growled something and the boys all looked at you. You nodded towards the Tv and shrugged your shoulders. “He really does make a pretty girl. I am kinda jealous.” you said and all the boys broke out in laughter. Yoongi just looked at you in disbelief and you winked at him.