Summary: Jungkook straightens and obnoxiously clears his throat before announcing, “It says and I quote: ‘Loser takes one shot. Sexual favor for two minutes, winner chooses favor,’ Interesting, interesting,” he muses, “‘Three minutes for losing an elimination…’ Wow,” Jungkook chuckles, nudging you with his knee, and you only groan and bow your head, forehead resting atop the unopened Soju bottle. “I mean call me a perfectionist, but I like to play games the way they’re supposed to be played.”
Jungkook doesn’t miss the way you nervously wince. “I just, I-I didn’t know if we… if you… I didn’t want to assume—”
“I still like you, you know,“ Jungkook tells you, “in case I haven’t made that clear.”
Dramatically releasing a teasing sigh, you hip check Jungkook over to his side of the couch before the pair of you sink into the cushions.
“Survivor Drinking Game,” you tell him, placing two shot glasses and several bottles of Soju on the coffee table in front of you. “There are specific rules you HAVE to follow when you play Survivor Drinking Game. I’ve got a list and everything. From ze Internetssss.”
You leave out that you’d played this game repeatedly with a Brazilian boy toy a few years back, hence the well-worn edges and alcohol stains dotting the paper.
“Ok, ok,” Jungkook laughs. “Tell me your list—the rules or whatever.”
“Ok, so!” You’re deliriously excited. “We take a sip every time Jeff Probst says ‘a series of,’ and we take a shot each time he gets sassy with a player.”
genre: one night stand, early relationship, noona, smut, angst
rating: M
word count: 7k
warnings: smut in the forms of fingering, penetrative sex (no condom), new position (I said it), so much OC introspection,
a/n: can we just thank@xjoonchildx for like, coaxing me through this. I struggled with the final main scene. I appreciate her help.@hobi-gif is the beta of champions. and a thank you to@deoxyribonucleicacidworld&@sasseonefor the validation
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You are still debating on how many pairs of pants you need to pack when his text comes through.
:: about fifteen minutes away. i can uber?
Your heart speeds up (although when doesn’t it when he’s involved), but you text back.
:: That’s silly. I’ll be there to pick you up.
:: thx, jagi.
When you toss your phone back on your bed, your eyes drift toward the rather small pale pink and white shopping bag sitting in the corner near your dresser. You’d acquired it only a few days ago, and you still hadn’t taken it out of the bag.
The whole thing felt presumptuous (even more so if tonight went badly).
You grab your favorite sweatshirt and slip it over your head, too focused about packing to worry about what you might look like today.
It wasn’t like you didn’t have a million reasons to be nervous this evening or anything.
Things had seemed okay at the bookstore (which is now one of your favorite places in the city) between you and Yoongi, but the talk had yet to happen and this would be the last time you both had a chance to hash things out before you left tomorrow. For a month.
It could be a month with constant communication or a month of silence.
You weren’t even sure which one was the best choice.
pairings:Yoongi x Reader (I’m sorry, I swear I’m writing other things too)
rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit
c/w & themes: Comfort, fluff, angst, smut (grinding, oral, fingers, penetration, unprotected sex), referenced drug use, also, the words “palms are sweaty” are somewhere in here, have fun trying not to think “Mom’s spaghetti” when you read it.
author’s note: Wrote this based on a really beautiful, sweet scene in the HBO show Betty. I highly, highly recommend you check it out. Dedicated to @mochilatae for being an incredible roomie, friend, inspiration, and guide; @purplehearts1996 for writing a wonderful comfort fic for me when I was really in my feels; and @skyys-universe for always making everything softer, better, and happier. Thanks, ladies. Such a good time!
Yoongi’s lips taste like teriyaki. He probably had chicken for lunch. On the sweeter side. Not the place across the street from the studio. They’re a little heavy-handed on the soy sauce.
“Missed you,” he whines, his frame pinning you down to your bed. “Need you.”
“Need?” you ask, surprised at the word. You hadn’t been concerned. You never really are with him. He certainly didn’t seem upset when he called and asked if you were home. Maybe he, through the peephole, was a bit more eager than usual for the door to open. But when he saw you in nothing but your mauve, satin camisole and matching shorts, he looked like he always looks when he looks at you. Just… sure. Simply sure.
Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
➬ Ratings | PG-13,+18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.
➥Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)
➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work.
➥Status/Total word count | COMPLETED / 51,010 words
➥ Music Companion (link to playlist)|The LOFT- Glass Walls //Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel - Nobody
synopsis:You and Yoongi live on the same floor in the same dorm. You walk home together after class. And you hang out all the time, in study groups, or just around campus. So, why hasn’t he seen your room yet?
genre: F2L, college!AU
word count: 10,412
content warnings: Loss of virginity, vanilla smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, handjob, fingering, cursing, thoughts about rough sex
author’s note:Ahuge shoutout to Pandorable for her gentle nudges that lead to seismic revelations. I’m so, so grateful to you! (And if you haven’t read her stuff yet, you’re missing out…)
This is my first submission as part of the network! Really excited to be sharing with all of you!
Jagged cement has given way to a tiny tendril of green.
And in an attempt to protect it, Yoongi dashes his arm against your unfortunate stomach, which you have been trying to hide for the months that you’ve known him.
An embarrassed and gentle laugh chases the “sorry” that similarly collides into your nervous cough.
Both of you pause, eyes glancing. Each of you keep one foot, his left, and your right, on the lot, and one foot on the curb, his right shoe and your left shoe on either side of the tendril breaking free.
“It’s fine,” you mumble shyly, eyes downcast, forearms pinned to your belly.
“It’s just…” Yoongi looks hopelessly out at the rest of the lot that your path back from class leads you through. His eyes rove sadly over the idle bulldozers secured by temporary fences with torn, fluttering, black trash bag-like plastic inexplicably wrapping the first four feet from the ground up. Clearly, protecting the tendril is futile, but if Yoongi doesn’t at least try, then he wouldn’t be who he is.
