[ 12:23PM ] “You did what?” Yoongi asked again from the other line.

You did a cautious glance around you, careful not to make your voice too loud before you answer his inquiry since you were afraid that potential nosy co-workers will be able to eavesdrop. “I put a picture of the two of us.”

“Where?”

“Beside my monitor.”

“With only you and me?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t speak for about three seconds, causing you to think of all the possible worst scenarios that could bloom from your confession in that short amount of time. “What picture?”

You cleared your throat. “In the steak house this year.”

Ah, the ever so famous steak house picture. When you uploaded that on your IG account, specifically as a story, you got a bunch of replies from mutuals, all asking if you and Yoongi were finally dating after being close friends for God knows how long. You couldn’t blame them for thinking in such a way, considering that your smiles in the photo were too big to not be suspicious of—not to mention your heads too that were pressed together as you sat side by side, actually waiting for your other high school friends to arrive in the restaurant you planned to meet in. Some may even argue that your arms were linked beneath the view of the camera or perhaps your hands were intertwined.

“____—”

“It’s just a repellant,” you assured him immediately before he could protest.

“Huh?”

“A repellant,” you inhaled, “you know… like something to keep other people’s noses in my business. They just keep on setting me up with this one guy in the other department, Yoon. I couldn’t help it!” you practically hissed the last part, finally standing up and walking away from your desk to have some privacy.

“So, basically, what you’re saying is—you’re using me as a cover-up boyfriend?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, basically.”

He snorted at the ridiculousness of your actions. “Why me? You could have chosen Taehyung. The both of you would look more convincing.”

“Taehyung’s seeing someone. I wouldn’t want to cause complications in case this backfires.”

“And you didn’t think that would happen with me too?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone as well,” you reasoned. “I mean, you aren’t, are you?”

“Nope.”

“See? How could you anyways? You’re a freaking surgeon. You have no social life.”

“Uh, of course, I still have a social life?“

“Just because you see inpatients almost everyday via appointments doesn’t mean you have a social life.”

Yoongi laughed, a low kind of one that inevitably makes a grin appear on your lips. “Keep that attitude up and I’ll break up with you.”

You raised your eyebrows at the retort, intrigued by his fast agreeableness. “Wait a minute, does that mean you’re okay with this?”

“With the whole fake boyfriend stuff?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s just a picture.”

“And also fake relationship stories—just a heads up.”

You could see how he might have rolled his eyes at that statement despite only hearing his voice from the phone. “Okay, whatever, use me all you want.”

You squealed, visibly jumping and swaying side by side in giddiness. “Really?”

“Sure. Ruin all of my chances of ever dating someone.”

“Come on, it’s just going to be for the meantime—”

“I’m kidding.” He cut you off with a snort. “Dating is out of the picture too with my hectic schedule. So, do whatever you have to do.”

“For real?” you exclaimed again.

He laughed at your reaction. “Yes, ____.”

“Ah, I owe you so much, Yoon!”

He fondly made a sound of approval. “Treat me to dinner later for the first installment of your payment. I have some spare time.”

“Alright. I’ll treat you to anywhere you want!”

“I’m going to hold onto that.” He chuckled. “Anyways, is that all you called me for? I have to attend a conference in a few minutes.”

“Yup. That’s all.”

“Okay. See you later then.”

You nodded, the big grin still on your features. “See you. Looking forward to it.”

Yoongi hummed in a soft manner before hanging up.

As you began to stride back to your workstation, happy because of the success of your plan to convince him to agree in being your cover-up boyfriend, you walked past Jihye, one of your said nosy co-workers who seemed like she overheard a part of your conversation, smiling at you.

“Was that your boyfriend?” she asked.

You placed your phone back inside your pocket, a new type of giddiness erupting inside your chest. “Yeah.”

“Ooh, are you two having a date?”

You nodded in a seemingly proud fashion. “It’s just dinner.”

“Still, I’m jealous.” She sighed dreamily and teasingly at you, causing you to chuckle while she went on with her agenda before stopping by to engage in small talk.

You stayed in your spot longer than intended, thinking about the events that may happen because of your desperation to not be linked to that other person in the office—but you didn’t really care, to be honest, knowing that if it was going to be Yoongi, everything was going to flow smoother than reckoned.

At least, that’s what you thought.

note. just a very short drabble inspired by a scene in yumi’s cell ! hehe

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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.

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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.”

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Yoongi:With you(3)

In which you surprise him like no one’s ever done before.

Tags/warnings: hybrid AU, Prince!Tiger!Yoongi, Cat!Reader, fluff, angst, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of violence, bad living conditions, more TBA as the story progresses

Additional Chapter warnings: threatened violence, mc hurts her hand (willingly), lil meow meow falls in love

Chapter Length:short

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You’re both out to buy food when another patrol walks down, making everyone including you anxious of their presence. During this time of the year, it’s always possible for the current king to take walks ‘amongst the peasants’ as he calls it, and no one wants to be caught looking at the man. It’s a death sentence after all.

Yoongis hand holds yours as you walk, letting the guards walk past before one seems to turn around to take a good look at the tiger hybrid. It all happens fast- a comment about his scar, and if he wants a matching one for the other eye, and for the first time, you react quicker than the tiger next to you who drops the packaged meat you bought on the ground in shock.

A small trail of blood slowly travels out of your palm, right down your wrist as it moves further over your skin. Yoongi can do nothing but watch in horror, just as surprised as the guard at the sight of you so brave in front of him.

“This is the most hilarious thing I’ve seen today.” the guard laughs, pulling his sword away from your hand who’d held onto it to divert it away from your mate’s face. “just wait until I fike my report in today.” the man laughs, as he walks away laughing with the rest.

Yoongi is frozen.

“let’s go home.” you simply suggest, moving to pick uo the meat as he holds your hand in his, eyes unable to move away from the sight. All his life he’d fought for himself, for others, for his believes and the greater good-

But never has someone done something like this for him.

“Yoongi?” you wonder, as he instead opens your palm, glad to see that the damage is nothing too big. It’s in this moment that something however shifts in him- no longer just the bond connecting you two.

“Why did you do that?” he wants fo know, and you shrug, unsure- before you answer.

“You showed me more kindness than anyone ever before.” you explain. “you took me in, cared for me, you respect me.” you tell him, as he finds your gaze. “You’re.. Maybe you kind of won my heart along the way.” you sheepishly admit, and his eyes widen at the confession, before his tail starts to sway in happiness behind him- his cheeks turning a bit red.

“I-” he starts, but you just laugh it off, stealing the wrapped up meat from him with an impish grin.

“don’t let it get to your head, your highness!” you call out, before running off towards home.

Leaving him with more questions than he ever thought he’d had.

Yoongi:Scratch My Heart(9)

In which Yoongi really needs you around, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

Tags/warnings: cat hybrid!Reader, human idol!Yoongi, idol!BTS, future smut, fluff, past trauma, insecurities, shifter sickness, mentions of medication, cat hybrid idol! Jimin, Rabbit hybrid idol!Jungkook, a lot of shenanigans

Additional Chapter Warnings: Fluff

Chapter length: short

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Yoongi is someone who loves in subtle ways. He lives quietly, with actions more than words, and he finds it hard to confront problems no matter if it’s his fault or not. Whenever something goes wrong, he first searches the blame in himself and his actions, and while he’s good at pretending to be all confident and unbothered, he struggles to receive compliments or praise.

And with you, it feels like he’s finally found a person who understands his love-language.

He’d been worried for a while if you ever got bored in his studio- after all, most of the time, his attention is not on you but focused on the screen in front of him, long fingers effortlessly clicking and tapping away as he creates another song. But, nowadays, he knows there’s nothing to worry about.

He remembers bringing you with him during his rather unforeseen dance practices with Psy, (seriously he wanted to produce a song how did he end up wearing a cowboy outfit-) and he definitely remembers the way you’d pretty visibly shown your distaste at the bubbly personality that had somehow talked him into dancing with him.

You’re never rude- but with the way you’d stubbornly stayed in your cat form, constantly rather hiding underneath his jacket rather than conversing with the global icon, the message was quickly well received. “quite the character!” the older Idol had told him when you’d leaned back with ears pinned back at the prospect of being pet by the strange man- and Yoongi had any laughed, before running a hand over your back, an impish grin on his own face at the sight of the completely opposite reaction to him.

Right now you’re simply lazily laying on the small sifa in his studio, trying to solve a rubics-cube; and Youngs decides it’s fine for a break. “you’re almost done.” he praises, sitting down heavily next to you before he never your legs to lay over his thighs. You put the toy away at that- instantly moving to instead cuddle up with hum as he let’s himself fall to the side with a chuckle, watching as you make yourself comfortable next to him.

You both never talk much, just like now- but you also don’t need to. Because your love-language is subtle, quiet, and actions speak louder than words.

Especially when that action is a lazy kiss pressed to your lips.