When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.
♡Pairing:Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin
♡Genre:brother’s friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.
♡Summary:you’re over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain’t prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?
♡Warnings:fluff, mild smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother’s bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc’s brother, he’s a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.
♡Word limit:6.5k
♡Author’s note :besties, here’s the new fic of Yoongi. Spare sometime of your to read this piece of beauty and let me know if you guys need a part 2 and how much you loved it. Kindly apologizing for not editing it cause it’s already so late. Remember I always love you <3
“I’m done with you, dude.” You screamed at your brother and ran into your room. You have been mad at your brother since so long. You both never get along. Fights, quarrelling and being mad at each other is both of your favourite things. You never want to live with your brother during your college years but only for the sake of your parents you were there sharing apartments with your brother. If you get any chance you would change your apartment.
“Stop overreacting, I’ll be home till night. Enjoy yourself.” Your brother said slamming your door. He was never in the house, always out there having fun with girls, alcohol and money. This is what he called life and you totally were different from him. You’re more conserved, introverted and only allow certain people in your life. But here you’re happy that atleast the whole house is yours now. You can watch Disney weird fantasy movies or eat pineapple pizza without being judged. At night after he left for partying you ordered a big size pizza and started watching the saddest movies to cry.
At the mean time of your crying session, you heard a ding bell sound at the doorstep. It’s almost two at the morning and you were confused who’s now. But at your surprise it’s you brother walking inside the house with one more person just like him. You saw him, but he was head down walking inside but you guessed it right. In the black jacket it was Min Yoongi. Your brother’s friend or kind of used to be classmate. You have been seeing him from the starting years of college. And now you’re almost at the end of the year. The person right before seems sad and num. But it was not a surprising thing cause everytime you meet Yoongi he looks so sad and calm. No emotions can be read from his expression.
“I guess you’re too early to come home!” You glared at your brother who settled himself at the couch, beside him Yoongi takes his sit.
“None of your business, girl. And why are you up this late, huh? Again watching your weird fantasy movies.” Your brother hummed.
“Yo, bitch. Don’t interfere in my life. Just go, I’m in the middle of something.” You ranted.
“Y/n language! Haven’t you seen Yoongi sitting right here? A guest is in the house and you’re talking to me like this?” Your brother glared. Yoongi just scoffs still head down.
“Let me clear this to you. Yoongi’s girlfriend kicked him out of there shared apartment. So, for few days or weeks he’ll be here with us until or unless there fight get resolved.” He said.
“None of my business though.” You rolled your eyes still focussing on the television screen.
Yoongi in his deep voice “we soon gonna be together again. Thanks Seokjin for giving me shelter.” Both of the boys then straight up walked into the rooms and you were there ending the last scenes.
From the starting years living with your brother Seokjin, you always met with all his friends. Yoongi was also one of them. But he was the one whom you talked the most in his group circle. Yoongi seems so calm and intelligent to your eyes. He was also a good listener while a great adviser. You both added each other in every social media platforms you were present. You almost talked with him daily the past years. But the sudden change that developed in him was still unknown to you. You didn’t get what ghosted him but this past few months he randomly stopped talking to you. No in person talks, no messages or neither calls. He even blocked you from all his social medias. You thought he was mad at you for something but you never get it for what. You tried asking him what’s the matter of not talking or having no contact with you randomly. But he never answered it in a right way. Neither did you exaggerated the matter. As told you were very picky about the people in your life. If somebody don’t want to have contact with you then it’s his loss. You’re always there to help anyone and everyone you know.
The very next day, you were excited to meet with your new crush Jimin. He’s new to your campus for few months and you both became good friends with eachother. He seems so cool to your eyes. Never did you think of dating anyone from your college but if it’s about Jimin then you can’t say no to it. He’s kind and fun guy to goof around. But the thing that make your heart flutter was his flirty side. The way he acts like he’s in love with you with all his picky lines on you. You can’t denied that you liked it, really every much. Your heart always pound whenever he goes all flirty with you. But you also can’t deny the fact that he seems flirty with all the other girls in the campus. Kind of like the new fuck boy in the college. Sad for you that at last you did fall for the flirty kid.
“ Jimin! How’s your day going bub?” You yelled at Jimin who was standing there flirting with some other girls.
“Y/n beautiful! You’re becoming more beautiful day by day.” Jimin walk up to and said.
“Ahh you boy! Shut up. Any plan for this weekends?” You asked.
“As you know our college last year gonna end in this month. So, I’m quite busy.” Jimin sighed.
“Yeah, but I’m excited for our graduation day. But Jimin I’m gonna confess something before our graduation day to you.” You whispered in his ears.
“Oh-okay. What’s it about can I ask?” Jimin hesitantly said.
“Meet me at the basket ball court at evening in this weekend. Okay?” You excitedly said.
“I-i will be there. But if anything necessary then you can tell me now.” Jimin asked.
“Patience Jimin. Don’t forget to come.” You winked at him and walk straight up to your house.
You were really happy that finally after taking a whole one year you now gonna confess to Jimin. Your heart saying that he gonna accept you but your brain already shown you some red flags. But you just ignored it. After denying for so long, now your feelings for him was strong and directive. You can sense it. Before the end of the graduation day you decide to confess the feelings. As you believe in ‘if you like someone, let them know how you feel for them’ philosophy.
You open the door of your living room, at your surprise a whole shirtless Yoongi was sitting at the couch watching his favourite football. His dark strands of hair was wet and a towel was hanging at his shoulders. The track pants which he was wearing was quite unrecognisable as the only thing you concentrated was on his pale smooth white skin. You can’t deny his beauty. He was unknowingly beautiful. His cheek bones, cat eyes and gummy smile. At the sound of the door he quickly trail his eyes on you.
You screamed “dress up, you naked man.”
Yoongi just rolled his eyes on you and put on his shirt and said “I’m not even naked. Haven’t you seen a shirtless man before?”
“S-sorry sir! But I’m not habituated to see a whole naked man in my house everyday.” You hesitantly exaggerated your words and sit at the corner couch.
“Then get habituated.” He said with a straight face almost focused on the sports.
You don’t seem to reply at his last words. Your eyes trail down to find your brother, who was nowhere in the house. You already figured it out again that he had gone to somewhere as most of the time he was not home when you came back from college.
“Have you seen my brother?” You asked Yoongi.
“I don’t know might me out of the home.” Yoongi said. Your inner brain was screaming that you also know that when Seokjin was not at home he was probably out of the house. You sighed at his words.
Hearing your frustrated sound, Yoongi looked at you and goes like “you can watch now, I’m good at the room.” And he get up from the couch and walked towards the room.
“hey! Yaa! Stop, you can watch. I’m not frustrated because of you. Come here.” You yelled at him.
Yoongi calmly come and sit at the exact spot. You were constantly looking at him but he say no to eye contact. With his baby eyes he was looking at the screen. The surrounding filled with the whistle of football match. You don’t know what to say to him. You were still thinking of starting a conversation but you don’t know how. But you want to ask that person beside you that why he was ignoring the hell out of you. You missed him, you accepted. Before even catching those feelings we cuts you off. You already added him in your good relationship bucket list. But he tend to follow the opposite both. Your eyes are kind of stuck at him without even realising.
Yoongi scoffs “you can stop staring. I’m feeling uncomfortable.”
His deep voice fetch you to the reality and you stumbled “umm.. i-i was just. S-sorry, can we talk?”
For the first time Yoongi’s eyes lands on you. You both made an eye contact for mili second until or unless Yoongi broke it. He goes “for what? I think I should go.”
“This is what I’m talking. Why did you just cut me off from your life, Yoongi. I mean what’s happened suddenly you stop talking to me?” You sighed.
“Is I’m not talking to you now?” Yoongi glared at you.
“You also know what I’m talking. You blocked me from every social media handles. Even you didn’t replied my texts. Why are you mad at me, Yoongi?” You said with a worried face.
“I was quite distrub from the past months. Might be because of that. We’re good.” Yoongi cleared it.
“No, we ain’t. The past months you only ignored me. I saw you attending each and every party. And you’re looking quite happy at that time” Your voice raised.
“Tell me, why you want to talk to me? Why you need me? Why you can’t resist me? Is you’re feeling for me? Do you wanna have something with me?” Yoongi screamed some unusual questions which you never thought of.
The question stuck to your head. When he asked you all this, you also questioned yourself. Why actually you want to talk to him. You realise you’re expecting something from. But it was also right your heart carries some part of love for him at that time might be now too. But the way Yoongi yelled at you, you’re expecting that.
“Min, are you okay? Is everything good? I know you and your girlfriend have a fight going on and I know how you feel. But that doesn’t mean you would shout at me like that.” You sighed.
“No, I’m not okay, y/n. I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t understand my feelings right now. My girlfriend is cheating on me at one hand and at another my feelings are growing for someone else. It feels like I’m cheating. But I ain’t a cheater, y/n.” Yoongi broke down. His deep voice mixes with some tearing emotions but he tried hard to not express.
Yoongi feels like he was the cheater because of you. The truth is he really likes you. That he can’t resist to talk to you. That whenever he saw you, he wants to wrap you around his body. Even when he have a girlfriend, you filled him with joy. Even having someone to love, he need you to be in love. You make him go crazy. But he knows it’s all wrong. That catching feelings for someone else instead of having a girlfriend is wrong. So, the best solution he found was to cut you off. Only for this reason he stopped talking to you. You feels like a complete stranger to him.
Still it didn’t work. At the times he talked to you he always stay happy and focussed but after cutting you off he seems sad most of the time. Also he feels so frustrating at times and fight with anyone and everyone he saw. That’s also a reason that after stop talking to you he and his girlfriend have fight most of the time. And after a long series of fighting and quarrelling with each other, his relationship becomes toxic as hell. He wants to scape out of the place. So, he did. But destiny have different plans, after pushing you so far. Atlast he came back at your arms only. Now, he was sitting beside you. You’re trying your best to confront him.
“Min, calm down. I’m here. I’ll not abandoned you. Tell me everything.” You quitely whispered in his ears while talking his hands on yours. His cold hands fit yours and it felt good.
“Thanks y/n. Sorry for everything I did to you. I’m the worst. I broke your heart and I also cheated on my girlfriend. Even though I know she was cheating on me since so long.” Yoongi calmly put his each word.
“No, you’re best. She’s cheating on you first. And feeling for someone else doesn’t make you cheater, Min.” You confronted him.
“You don’t understand. Right now in my life, I want somebody to hold be tight, to love me like I do and to protect me. No one in this earth loves me.” Yoongi frustrated and smack the pillow beside him.
You can’t hold how sad and frustrated he was that time. You never have seen him in like. He was broke, totally broke. You glanced at him and hugged his huge posture which was unstable. But with presence of your hugging body it get calm and the huge body turns down to small. He completely fitted between your arms. You patted his back, he didn’t argued to back off from the hug neither did he hold you back. You were just there holding him and confronting him. Seeing him like this you also got broke.
“I’m here, Yoongi. See, I’m holding you, loving you and even confronting you. Don’t even say those words. I care for you.” You said calmly still holding him in your arms like a baby.
His cologne smells like you’re in a mountain and forest. With each time going you like wrapped him around. He quietly sitting like a baby.
“Remember if the relationship is getting toxic, calls it a off. And if you like someone else and your feelings are genuine then let the person know it. Tell her that how much you feel for her. I know you will.” You geniunely said. He back off from your hug and nodded it a yes.
“And what if the person seems so close to me that knowing I like her, she’ll be surprised. And she also broke my heart.” Yoongi asked.
“I promise she’ll not. Just be brave and tell her your feelings. Not all people are heartbreaker like you.” You giggled to calm the situation down.
“You aren’t a heart break, huh?” Yoongi asked and you laughed at him.
As the atmosphere becomes a little lighter Seokjin your brother walks inside the room. Unknowingly you were around Yoongi’s arms and he was half heartedly hugging you. As your brother entered you both sit apart acting like nothing happens.
You glared at him and shouted “where were you brat?”
Seokjiin narrowed his eyes “language! You don’t need to know that. But let me tell you, for the rest of this week days you have to be alone as I’m leaving for a business trip.”
You excitedly said “really? Thank god! I’ll have my alone time now.” You love to be alone and as said you hated your nosy brother.
Seokjiin frowned “hold on girl! Don’t ever dare to think of bringing your boyfriend Jimin at this house.”
He then looked at Yoongi and goes “Min, can you please have an eye on my little sister. Don’t let her bring any boy.” Yoongi nodded but with a confusing face.
The last time your brother was not home, you bring Jimin and some of his other friends in your house. And to be honest it was a disaster. Next day your house smells like a pond of alcohol and smoking junction. Unfortunately your brother comes home at the wrong time and see all of those. He even saw how Jimin flirted with you and from then onwards he hated him.
You yelled “he isn’t my boyfriend.” But you slowly whispered to yourself “but he’ll be soon.”
“It’s better if he’s not. That boy is a dick. If you ran around him like that he surely gonna break your heart. Cut him off from your life.” Seokjiin said as packing his stuff.
“None of your buisness, brat. Have fun weekends. Me and Yoongi will also have fun.” You laughed devilishly.
Seokjiin moved all his clothes and necessary things in his suitcase and you say a bye to him. Well, sometimes you love your brother in real. But most of the time you hate him because of him being correct always. As for now, he already predicted that Jimin gonna broke your heart but you know Jimin really very well. He’s a sweetheart in your eyes who is so soft to broke anyone’s heart. This time you gonna prove your brother wrong by confessing Jimin. Your guts were telling you that your doing something right and should go on.
You two were alone in a house full of rooms. But it didn’t feel different as Yoongi entered in his room as soon as Seokjin left and you all visited your room to complete graduation studys. You were quite pressurized for the day but happy that you gonna confess to Jimin tomorrow. A perfect proposal you dreamt of . Long basketball court where you and he will be standing all alone and some butterflies kicking in your stomach.
Here Yoongi in his room ingrossed into his long fluffy blanket. His mind was full of you. He can’t stop thinking about you. All he need is you and you. His heart was playing some sort of games to go in your room and kiss your lips. When you were hugging me in the couch his eyes were constantly trailing down to your lips. He can’t resist his desire to kiss on that peach soft lips that taste like berries. He already know how you’ll taste. Your fragrance, soft skin, long finger, smooth hairs drives him crazy. It’s not like he was attracted to you for the first time . Whenever you come nearer to him, he can sense his hormones bobbing out of his nerves. He liked you, he knows. The only thing that stopping him was his bothered self. He wasn’t sure if you also feel the same, but he knows you feel the exact same. Without resisting his desires he got straight up from the bed and walk up to yours.
You were strolling down your eyes within the gigantic piles of pages right before you. He peep through the door to see your face. Your hair strands lacking his view and your frustrated face increases his rage. He liked you, he can’t see you like this. He does a sigh sound closing his eyes, which shifted your attention. You were no longer interested in your books but the person peeping you through the door interests you more.
You calmly open the door and whispered in his hear “do you need something, Yoongi?”
He got shuttered to your cat voice and stumbled “umm.. y-no. Actually you look so frustrated!”
You does a small laugh and said “graduation studies! It’s frustrating.”
He nodded his head looking at the floor and then said “if you’re okay, then we can watch some movies?”
You frowned your eyes in a playful manner “i can’t say no to you but -”
Yoongi intreuppted you “no buts. Living room in 10.” He turned to his room.
You chuckled on his cuteness. Well, if Jimin didn’t entered your life then Yoongi have been the one you would die on. You liked him from the every first of your college days. You haven’t met anyone as calm and as loyal as him. But presence of his girlfriend broke you down. You don’t want to interfere in his relationship. But as for now, he was in a verge of breaking up with his girlfriend. If you still have that active Yoongi loving bone in your body then you would have said everything to him. But fate have different plans.
The couch was cozy, the room was dark with various beam of light from television echoes. Freash buttery popcorn lined by your side. You were half lying on the couch beside Yoongi who was calmly looking at the movie you choosed. For sure you have your own romantic taste in movies. And he can’t say no to you. You were stealing some glance of him in the name of watching movie. He’s ethereal. You again felt the same butterflies when you used to talk to him. Again the feelings were kicking your stomach. You are liking it. Your sudden urge to touch him filled your heart but your mind keep debating about Jimin.
“Yoongi!” Your soft voice echoes the background.
He looked at you but his eyes were on your peack lips “umm…?”
“Are you liking this movie? If not then we can change it.” You hesitantly said.
“Loving it so far. Romance is never my thing but you made it mine now.” Yoongi softly chuckled again stick his eyes to the screen. But the one thing you don’t know that his focus never shifted from you. He also sees how badly you want him but no one makes a move.
“Can you pass me the blanket, Min?” You again grapped his attention. He gently took the blanket and cover your legs and torso. You both were just centimetres away. You shifted a little close to him to feel the heat. He smiled at you.
“Thanks, Min. You want the blanket?” You asked nervously. Without any hesitation he unfold the whole blanket and cover both you. You gently smiled at him. There was a big silence echoing your heart. You want to make the move to kiss him, to touch him and to play with his hairs. And that was when stopped when you actually did while there was a kissing scene going on .
You gently grapped his thighs and rubbed it slowly. “It’s cold here.” You slowly yet seductively said.
“Umm! Yes!” He nodded and pressed his cold hands on your bare legs. He also does the same thing you did.
But soon his hands trail upward inside from your loose shorts. He’s circling inside your inner things. His finger nails form a line in your inner thigh. You were loving that feeling. As soon as you put your hands out of his thighs, he makes a unsatisfied sound.
“Umm?” You looked at him innocently with a devilish thought. Both of your eyes met at once.
“Can I kiss you?” You hesitantly asked.
As soon as you ended the sentence his lips are already on your neck. This smooth lips does a great job in your bare neck area. He was gently kissing , devilishly sucking and you were pleasantly moaning his name. He kissed your collar bone and your pale skin turns to violet in seconds. He pressed you in the couch and lean over you. But you want his lips on yours.
The moment was made for Yoongi, he slowly takes his time to respond each and every moans of your. His lips were playing with your skin. Happily sucking each corner of your neck. Soon the realisation stuck him and he was now concentrating on your lips. Took a few times to glance at your lips while massaging your hair with one hand. He pressed his lips on your sharp jaw line. You were enjoying ever bit of it.
'Jimin’ this name echoed in your brain. That few minutes you can’t proceed, before you it was Yoongi but your heart his on Jimin’s hand. You can’t betray him like this. You have a deep feeling for him. You thought you were doing wrong, it was wrong. You can’t sleep with anyone like this. The realisation make you push Yoongi so hard.
He was at a verge of kissing your lips but the sudden push was unexpected for him. He got shuttered and hold the other side of the couch. He looks at you in a awe. You were looking at him in a deep guilt. Your face was telling you that it was wrong.
“What’s happened?” Yoongi innocently asked and came forward to you.
“Don’t touch me! It’s wrong.” You yelled at him as you run towards your room.
You heard him shout at you for what’s the matter or why you suddenly reacted like that as you’re the one you wanted all of this. But blaming and treating him like that, he felt so miserable. He realised that you ain’t the random hook up for only one night but he carries deep feeling for you. He should be sorry, he was wrong he accepted. But reacting like that was so astonishing for him.
Yoongi pushed your door and shouted for you. But there you were lying senselessly at your bed. Your face was pale and heart with a heavy weigh of guilt. You shouldn’t act like a kid. You wanted all of that, you started it and not him. You were wrong, but you haven’t the courage to tell him why you did that to him. Maybe tomorrow, you can tell him that Jimin was all over your head that time.
“Yoongi, can I explain this to you tomorrow. Please, leave me alone.” You yelled at him across the door.
Yoongi sighed “sure, I also have something to explain you. I can wait.” And he sadly walked at his room.
The whole night Yoongi’s mind keep on thinking about you. He can’t any more relay his feelings to himself. He needs to tell you what he feels for you. That he don’t think you as a one time hook up but a forever home. He decides to tell you his genuine feelings tomorrow as soon as you’re good to talk to him.
Tomorrow arrives, your guilt was eaten you up badly. Without wasting your time you walked to Yoongi’s room. You already prepared your words what you will tell him. That you like Jimin and that you can’t break his trust. Also you should be sorry for the last night because you make a move first but you were also the same person who weirdly ran off without saying anything.
“Yoongi! Can we talk?” You said glancing at the floor that shows you felt guilty.
He was still on his bed half asleep, in his rapsy voice “are you okay?”
“Y-ye.. n-no. I’m not. I really felt so bad for last night.” You stumbled.
“It’s completely okay. Consent is more important than anything. But -” Yoongi got intreuppted by you.
“No, I want to do. I mean I’m sorry. There is a reason why I didn’t want to have anything now with you.” You slowly mumbled.
“I understand. I’m good, don’t worry.” Yoongi yawned. You felt everything goes back that it use to and you left for your college. But the midway of his room Yoongi called you again.
“Excuse me, if you’re not in a hurry can I tell you something?” Yoongi was no more a half dead human but his tone shifted to seriousness.
“Sure, anything important?”
“Well, let’s have a sit. It’s important for me.” You sat at the edge of his bed.
“Oh! You okay?”
“Something is really eating me up, I don’t know how to tell you but I think I really feel attached to you. You does feel home. Always I think about you. You keep buzzing inside my head. I feel for you… Deeply.” Yoongi patiencely confronted everything. His eyes were glancing at your bracelet as he is bad at making eye contact.
Your eyes were no longer want to hide but you without blinking looked at his pale fluffy face. He like you, he mean he really feel for you, in real. The topsy turvey land appears infront of you. Just right now, you were going to confront to Jimin about his feelings and before that someone else did to you. The heart inside knows that Yoongi never jokes around, he say what he feels. But he still didn’t broke up with his girlfriend and what about those days when he completely cuts you off. You remembered all of this.
“Oh! I-i … Are you serious? You never even want to talk to me. You ignored me, remember?” You ranted angrily.
“Yes, I do ignore you but you know what’s the reason? I feel attracted to you, I can’t resist to talk to you, I always think about you and your little things hurts me easily. But I don’t want to cheat on my ex girlfriend so I simply say a goodbye. Though after all these months you can see where I’m!” Yoongi put over his point nonchalantly.
“Ah! Yoongi? You did all these because of some unfelt feelings! At last you need to tell me. But this is too late. I already feel for someone else.” You nervously ended your words.
“I understand but don’t you also feel the same way at some point? Don’t you also feel attracted towards me?” He passionately glance at you, his high voice pitch echoes all through his room.
“What if I used to do? Now, things are changed.” You screamed.
“Nothing changed. You still have feelings for me. Or else you would not want to fuck me!” The total atmosphere shifted into a peeaceful procession. Yoongi ranted the words which are harsh and real. You do feel the same way he does, but what about Jimin. God have a sinful duty to only designated single soulmate to oneself. You feel for true and you ain’t a traitor.
“Don’t you also? What are you doing at your so called friends house cause your girlfriend kick you out. And middle of your break up you’re hitting on your friend’s sister. Also trying your level best to make her fall for you.” You calmly stated. But your neurons are burning inside.
“And she’s falling for me? Isn’t she?” Yoongi in the heat of the debate flirtatiously walked up to you.
“Yes, she did. But I know I’m not a traitor like you. Now fuck off. Also today I’m gonna confess to Jimin. Pray that he also likes me. Now, good bye.” You pushed Yoongi out of your sight and walk up to the main door.
“May Jimin and you never meet again.” Yoongi chuckled at his words. You only rolled your eyes and left for college.
Fall of the darkness after a heavy heart break take lots of sadness. That numb cold weather with a wreaking heart gives shivering pain in your wholesome heart. You didn’t expected that, you never thought that but initially it happened. He said the most cruel words you never even thought he would know. You cried for the last time he did said 'goodbye’ not with a smiling innocent face but with a smug showing he played with your feelings. The words ’ I’d never even thought of you around my arms’ was spitted by Jimin. He betrayed you. But the last line stuck to your soul 'do you think I would let you suck my dick, y/n? Haven’t you seen yourself! You’re a pity. Go find someone else to do this shit. Good bye’ and he smirkingly ended your beautiful and hopefull day.
You cried under the dark and cold rainy evening. You just want to ran into your bed and cried for hours that you’re wrong. The heavy rain drenched all your clothes and you. Without waiting for the bus you walked down all the street still numb and overthinking in your head. No one loves you right now, whom do you want to live for? Under the nature’s water your own tears vanished.
It take no time to measure your home distance. You shut the door so loudly that you also got out of those painful thought. You are broke, your heart is. The pain has no bounds. The drenched clothes can’t match your drenched soul. Already the winter rain is eating you up but you need more coldness to be out of this burning world. You cried loudly sitting at the couch. Hearing you Suga came and look a glance at you. He didn’t said anything, just standing there quietly like observing your intentions. You felt his glance, you looked at his pale face with your small eyes. You wanted him to ask you about the pain you’re feeling, about the situation you’re in and about everything which breaks your heart. But you don’t why your heart beating and wanting him to console you. You aren’t about this side of yours. Your feelings are confused more than numb.
’ Aren’t you gonna ask me anything?’ you screamed in your teary voice.
Suga smiled ’ umm! I can see the rejection on your face.’
'shut the hell up. Everything happens because of you. I - I’ you screamed but the ending of your sentences vanished on your heavy crying voice.
Suga walk up to you and sit beside you ’ I understand everything. No need to cry this happens with everyone.’
’ Suga, if you don’t know how to console someone then it best to shut your pity mouth.’ you aggressively pushed him away.
’ Wow girl, is it so? In the morning you also broke my heart in the same way. You don’t know how much I care for you, how much I need you now. But you! You just spit some cruel words and not even regretting. This is how you feel when someone broke your heart.’ Suga bashed on you.
You look dumbfound. You’re processing everything he said but you realized he ain’t right. You need to correct him. 'Why’d you came in my life? Huh! I was so happy without talking to you after you stop talking. I do have feelings for you and you clearly know each and everything. You broke my heart first. And again when I’m finally good with a boy, you came back. You don’t know how much you broke my feelings internally from a long time. And you’re giving me this fucking reason?’ you finished and ran to your room and lock yourself under the cold shower.
Suga just for a whole minute hear your words again. He can’t processed that you liked him before even he does. And the fact that you still have feelings for him. His heart got flutter and a pound of sadness hugs his heart. He felt guilty of treating you like that. But he no more wants to be a heartbreaker. He wants to prove you that he loves you, a lot. And want to promise you that he ain’t like those flirty brat to goof around. He’s the sky of your earth that’s permanent and no one else is allowed here.
He ran towards your room and screamed at the top of his lungs when he can’t see you there 'y/n, I’m sorry!’ You heard his voice but weeped under the shower. Your voice is enough to know where are you. He opened the door of the wash room and saw you under the shower with all your drenched clothes.
'Y/n, what’s wrong? You will get cold.’ he softly said and came towards the shower the knob.
'just get out, Suga. Leave me alone.’ you screamed.
'calm down, let me turn the shower off.’ he said softly as he lean towards you to turn it off.
You pushed him ’ can’t you hear me, leave me alone .You brat!’
Suga tilt a little but he pushed you against the shower wall and pinned you down “shut up. I told you I’m here for you.’ he said in his low cold voice which spend shiver down your spine. You both got drenched in that cold water. The shower is still on and you’re numb by Suga’s dominance.
You look at his fierce eyes and broke down 'I-I am hurt. I don’t want anything.’ He still pinned you down the wall.
He said 'You want me. Don’t you?’ and looked in your eyes.
You’re feelings are peeping out and you can’t withstand the man before you. The gorgeous, tall and broke man said enough to console your feelings. Your eyes can’t resist those plum lips to kiss on. He’s unknowingly hot and you accepted it. You tiptoed and kissed him while your tears are still all over your face.
Suga is deep down kissing you and your whole sad soul. You loved it, you geniunely did. The kiss was intense and passionate. His hands trail down to your head and lean you more to have a perfect kiss which he was imagining for years. Out of breath you broke the kiss and sighed. He himself lean down and put both of your forward together. You both heavily breathed and smiled at each other.
"Thanks.” Suga calmly said.
You look at him with love in your eyes and “I’m not stopping with just a kiss. I’d been thinking about this for over years. Now, that you’re here, I can’t leave you. Just tell me you also carry that deep feelings for me.”
He paused for a moment and complete silence surronds that freezing cold shower leaving you both a hot mess. You again think about doing something nonsense.
Suga take a deep breath “ Y/n, I feel you’re the one I have been loosing for years because you were always there for me to find you. But I never took initiative to find you. Please I really do li- like you. Do-dont ever leave me.”
He stutters and hugged you so hard. The moment filled you with joy but often reality strikes everyone so hard. Under the shower, two humans both in love with eachother having a special moment yet the bang in door wakes both of you up.
Suga hesitantly look outside the shower door to look if anyone was there but again doorbell rang and to both of your surprises, it’s Seokjin.
You are still figuring out if telling your brother about you and Suga is a good option.
When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.
♡Pairing:Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin
♡Genre:brother’s friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.
♡Summary:you’re over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain’t prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?
♡Warnings:fluff, smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother’s bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc’s brother, he’s a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.
➬ Summary | With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end.
➬ Genre | Artist/Music Producer!Yoongi, Established relationship!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | possessive Yoongi, a few events of jealousy, multiple smut scenes, implied public foreplay, clothed foreplay, dry humping, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, breast play, biting, clit play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, self-masturbation (female), clothed sex, car sex.
↳ Word count | 22k words (I’m sorry for this T^T)
↳ Cross post | AO3|Inkitt (coming soon!)
↳ Music companion | Little Do You Know-Alex & Sierra | Youth - Daughter
➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @minyoongail. | Thank you for giving me a chance to write for Yoongi again. Forgive me for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this story.
THEN…
From the very first night you met Min Yoongi, you were instantly drawn to him.
To describe the moment perfectly, you could easily say that it had happened exactly the way wise people would describe this kind of attraction; that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
It was an instant pull, the kind of attraction that you had never once felt for another person before. Not to the boys you have dated through college, not even for the hot specimen of a male sitting right next to your cubicle at the office you were attending through your internship.
To this day, you could only faintly recall the events which had led you into getting dragged along to the uncharted territory where Min Yoongi existed. It was Friday night, right on the weekly scheduled night out that you would spend with your friends, when the hours were getting late and the dive bar that you had frequently gone to each week felt too cramped and dull with all the men in suits who came in for a seemingly boring company party while acting like they owned the place.
“It would be fun,” you remembered one of them said as she suggested to try hopping into a different club instead of ending the night early.
Sooooo… i held off as long as I coukd coz i know its going to hurt. I read the teaser so i have an idea how much it will hurt. To be fair to the reader, we all have these kind of thoughts even if you’re not dating a renowned music producer. Its a given in any relationship, and i feel her with her struggles - the feeling of inadequacy, the sort of “power dynamics” (him being famous while her “normal”), the inner monologue of telling yourself that he loves you and that he’s faithful.
My chest was so tight the whole time i was reading this, up until the interview with Yoongi. After that i released a very huge breath. This is such a beautiful story, the way Yoongi makes it up to her with words and deeds, trying to prove to her that she’s loved and there is no one else.
It takes hard work to keep any relationship to work and this story is such a gem coz it gives you hope that there is happy ending.
⏤ genre: established relationship, fluff, and smut.
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: swearing, petnames, some jealousy, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, and creampie
⏤ words:2,126
⏤ summary: when yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.
⏤ author’s note: do i even need to explain why i’m posting this? the thought of yoongi getting married is driving me crazy so here you have this little fic & i hope you’ll enjoy it, angels
Yoongi is sitting on a chair, his fingers easily peeling a tangerine. Your eyes hungrily watch his hands, his hot hands with his popping veins. Those same hands that have driven you crazy enough and that have made you cum countless times.
Although he seems pretty okay on the outside, you know he’s sad to not have won a grammy tonight. He’s been dying to win at least one with BTS, but it always seems something out of reach. No matter what you say right now, you’re aware that it can’t push away the disappointment in his heart. But you know that all the upcoming scheduled shows will ease him. There’s nothing more important to him than being with his fans.
As you think back on the vlive they had a couple of minutes ago, a silly smile appears on your face. The boys always bring out the comments of fans asking yoongi in marriage. It has always made you smile and you have teased your boyfriend tremendous times about it. He’s never been up to the idea of getting married, and you’ve been totally fine about it since you don’t want to get married as well.
Both your parents have been asking for years when you’ll get married because you’ve been dating this vigorous tangerine eater for seven solid years. Of course, it has never been a secret to anyone that a wedding isn’t on your plans but your parents don’t care, they keep asking when you’ll ‘officially’make Yoongi their son-in-law.
“I saw the vlive,” you start saying. “ARMYs are desperate to get married to you.”
His eyes move from the tangerine that he’s eating to you. The man has been dating you for long enough to know that you’re about to tease him, and he’s eager to hear what you’re going to say.
“There are comments like that about all members, not just me,” he nonchalantly replies.
While staring deep into your eyes, he brings a portion of the tangerine to his mouth to eat it. Tonight, with still his black outfit from the grammys on, everything he does makes him look hot as fuck. Even after all those years with him, you can still find him extremely attractive. Well, for the past seven years, you’ve been doing your utmost to keep the flame between you very much alive. So yeah, Yoongi still looks as handsome as he used to at the beginning of your relationship, or maybe even more.
“But the comments ‘Suga, marry me’ always pop out,” you purposely say while you readjust yourself in the king-size bed of his hotel bedroom.
A little smirk grows on his face as you speak.
“Are you jealous?” he raises an eyebrow with that devilish smirk plastered on his face.
“Me, jealous?” you point a finger to yourself while you shake your head. “Why would I be jealous?”
Obviously, at first, you were jealous of all the other girls in his fanbase, and sometimes, you still are, even though, you perfectly know that you have nothing to fear. Yoongi loves you, you’re sure about it and he also made it very clear. But sometimes, you’re simply jealous of the fact that the fans get to see him more often than you do.
However, right now, you’re far from being jealous. You got to come with him to Vegas to be around for the grammys and their four shows, and you get to spend a lot of time with him for several days. So, you absolutely have no reason to be jealous.
“You tell me,” he replies.
Yoongi eats the last part of his tangerine, his eyes devouring you while he waits for your answer. You roll your eyes, annoyed by his words and actions.
“I’m not jealous of fans begging to get married to you,” you tell him. “I know I wouldn’t have to beg to have you walking down the aisle,” you add.
At your words, he almost chokes with the piece of tangerine in his mouth. That was very daring of you, he wasn’t expecting those words to come out of your mouth, but he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like.
“Come here, honey,” Yoongi says, patting his lap.
Without any hesitation, you stand up from the bed and quickly walk to him before sitting on his lap.
“Let’s get married then,” he whispers in your ear. “We’re in Vegas, we can get married in a drive-thru and divorce tomorrow if we regret it.”
Your body completely freezes at his words. You weren’t expecting him to actually suggest getting married because between you two, he was the one making him very clear that marriage was out of the question. Plus, he knows how little you want to get married.
“Are you okay?” you ask with concern.
He nods before pressing his lips against yours for a passionate kiss. Yoongi has been craving to tell you how these constant comments have slowly changed his mind about marriage. Yes, he didn’t want it because, since day one, he knew he’d spend the rest of his life with you, and marriage would never change anything about it. But now, that the comments have been coming out a lot, he’s been thinking more and more about it.
Nothing would ever bring more happiness to him that hearing people calling you “Mrs. Min”. The idea of calling you his wifey has been haunting him more than a bit for the past few days. Everything about being married to you has been enchanting him more than he’d like to admit.
“I’ve changed my mind about marriage,” he says when he breaks the kiss, “and I want to be your husband.”
You cup his face in your hands, your eyes roaming his face to find anything that could scream the opposite of what he’s saying right now. But all you can find in his eyes is a little sparkle, one that appears on certain occasions. It’s the kind of sparkle that lets you know how deep the words he’s saying mean to him.
There’s no doubt to you that he definitely wants to get married, and since you’re in Vegas, a place where you can easily get divorced tomorrow, you want to do this crazy thing with him. Plus, it could be a fun memory to get married in Vegas.
“Then, marry me, Yoongi,” you say with the brightest smile on your face.
The man smiles back at you before smashing his lips against yours. Right now, nothing else can bring more happiness to him. BTS didn’t win any award but man, his girlfriend wants to marry him in Vegas, the last place on earth where he ever would think he’d do that. He always envisioned getting married in Korea with his entire family with him.
While you kiss, you start grinding on his lap, making it extremely clear to your boyfriend that you definitely want more. A moan escapes his lips, a proud smile appearing on your face, but you never stop moving your hips against his.
“When will we do this marriage?” he asks while he holds back as much as possible his moans.
“Whenever you want,” you reply.
If he wants to get married now, you’ll do it without any hesitation.
“Let’s have sex now, and then, get married,” he suggests, and you simply nod.
Before you even comprehend what is happening, Yoongi is pushing down his pants and underwear, and your dress is pulled up. His long fingers put aside your panties while his other hand strokes his cock. Your hungry eyes are glued to his mouthwatering dick and what he’s doing is definitely turning you on.
The mere thought that after this steamy sex session, you’ll get married is completely wild. Out of all the people, you were sure you’d be the one who would never get married because it was never a thing you were attracted to. On top of that, your boyfriend didn’t want it to so in your mind, everything was settled. You’d grow old with Yoongi without ever getting married.
However today, you’re getting married.
A desperate whine leaves your lips because you badly want to feel him inside you. Seeing his cock and imagining all the dirty things he can do to you is enough to have you craving for him.
“Always so needy for my cock,” he whispers in your ear.
A flirtatious smirk arises on his face as you place one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while he holds his cock still.
“Always,” you smile as you sink down on him, eyes rolling back into your head as he fills you up.
The two of you moan together when you push yourself down on his cock, Yoongi loving the warmth of your walls around him while you enjoy the stretch. Sex with him was pretty wild at the beginning, you both couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves, but with time, things naturally slow down. He has a pretty busy schedule, you work also a lot, and when you’re finally together, you don’t think first to have sex. You simply enjoy the moment and discuss your lives.
However, when you’re in the mood for it, it gets pretty intense and hot because it always feels like the last time you shared such an intimate moment was years ago. It’s a very dirty moment where the two of you connect again. But today, this moment is about sharing a last steamy session as boyfriend and girlfriend, but it’s also about celebrating this new chapter that you’re about to start.
“You feel so fucking good!” he groans. “You could make me come just with this feeling.”
Never leaving his dark orbs, you move your hips, starting to ride him. This time, there’s definitely something in his eyes that you can’t quite explain, but he seems happier than ever.
“You ride me so well, honey,” he groans.
His words make you grin, proud of all the delight you’re giving him. You buck your hips faster, wanting to make the both of you come as soon as possible. Although you really want to enjoy this moment with your boyfriend, you’re actually pretty excited about what is going to happen next.
“You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” Yoongi whispers in your ear while he watches you humping on his cock.
The sound of slapping skins combined with your moans quickly fills the hotel room, and you’re pretty much convinced that the boys know by now that you’re having the ride of your life. But you honestly don’t give two shits about it since all you desire is to have an amazing moment with your soon-to-be husband.
To savor this moment, you close your eyes while you enjoy riding his cock. Unintentionally, you clench your walls around him, his eyes rolling back at the action. He loves it when you squeeze him with your tight walls. When you slowly grow tired of bouncing on him, he starts to thrust up at you.
“Oh my god, Yoongi,” you moan loudly.
Quickly, the pace of his thrusts quickens, his cock shoving deeper inside you, and your boyfriend shows you absolutely no mercy while thrusting into you. But it feels so damn good. Your walls clench around him again to snatch a hot moan out of him. Sooner than you thought, you feel a familiar wave of pleasure building inside of you.
“Inside you?” Yoongi asks when he’s about to come, and you nod, wanting to have his cum inside you.
His dick twitches inside you while he keeps thrusting into you at an erratic pace. You clench around him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, and your boyfriend keeps growling when your pussy clenches around him.
“Come for me, Yoongi,” you whisper in his ear.
Your sweet words are what he needs to have him coming inside you. A lewd moan escapes your mouth when he pumps his hot cum inside you, pushing it as deep as possible. Your nails dig on his shoulders, biting down your lower lip while you stare into his darkened eyes.
This feeling of his hot cum filling you is incredible and it makes you see stars. You can feel the stickiness he’s creating inside you. You quickly follow him when you reach your own orgasm. Yoongi keeps grinding your ass on his cock to fill every part of your walls with his warm semen.
You bury your face on his neck and nuzzle his strong scent while panting hard as you calm yourself. His huge hands stroke your back as you both try to come down from your high.
“Now, let’s get married, Yn,” he whispers in your ear.
Original Request: Can i request a suga one where the reader gets hurt while he’s in a show? Like the reader has to be taken to the hospital? And how he reacts?
“Good luck tonight! I hope you have a great show, as always <3” you typed, a smile crossing your face at the thought of your boyfriend hard at work on stage.
It was the second to last show of the tour and everyone was exhausted. You could hardly remember the last time you saw Yoongi so drained. Even when he was up late in his studio, he at least seemed refreshed in the morning, knowing he made progress. But now… Now he just seemed.. different; like he wasn’t always all there.
You were jolted out of your worried haze by your phone buzzing in your pocket.
“Thanks love <3 I’ll be home soon, just wait for me. Be careful walking home tonight and call me so I know you made it home safe.”
You sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket, knowing you probably wouldn’t hear from him again tonight. You told yourself over and over again that he’d be home before you knew it, but before you knew it, you missed him all the same. Since the group was gaining popularity so quickly, almost every city on the tour had extra shows added at the last minute. The tour was supposed to have ended over a week ago. You missed Yoongi more than anything, but nevertheless, you were always unbelievably proud of him. Seeing how hard he worked for his fans and to be able to do what he loved all over the world made you love him even more.
You missed the way he’d groan whenever you wanted to go out instead of stay in and relax, or watching him brighten up after his first meal of the day. You even missed waking up to him still snoring and even his tendency to take up the entire bed.
Your head was clouded as you walked through the streets on your way home from work with Yoongi this, Yoongi that. Every so often you’d walk past a window or catch your reflection in a puddle and realize you’d been smiling at the mere thought of him. Even the tiniest things like when he’d yell for you to come see him in the studio so he could ask your opinion about his new tracks or just to have you sit on his lap while he worked, though the working never lasted long in those situations.
You took the same route home every day. Saw the same people, cars, vendors, even the same squirrel in the same tree every single day since the day you started your job. But today was special. Today, you knew that Yoongi would be home tomorrow.
As you walked, you couldn’t help yourself from imagining what it would be like to have him home again; to have him be there waiting for you after a long work day or to hear him running lyrics in the shower. He’d be home for a while this time. At least, longer than usual. The group was taking a break after this tour to relax and get ready for the next round of insanity.
You wanted to do something special for Yoongi when he got home tomorrow. Most of your walk was spent trying to think what he’d like the most. You knew him well enough to know that once he was home, he wasn’t going to want to go anywhere for the next few days, so planning dates was out. You could buy something to spice up his first night home, but then again, he’d been away for so long that “spicing up” probably wouldn’t be very necessary. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your own thoughts by the most amazing smell coming from a few streets over. Immediately you knew what you were going to do for Yoongi. His favorite bakery was just a few blocks off your normal route home from work and he always ranted and raved about how amazing their cakes were, so why not stop and pick him up one?
You headed towards the smell, excitement bubbling in your stomach. He’d be here tomorrow. Just a few more hours. You heard indistinct shouting as you stepped off the curb to cross the street, but were so absorbed in your own thoughts to care. A split second later, you heard nothing at all.
*************
Yoongi had you on his mind, as always. He put every ounce of effort he had into the show, knowing he could see you as soon as it was over, but for some reason, the staff still seemed uneasy. Whenever he was backstage, everyone avoided eye-contact with him and only spoke in hurried whispers to one another. As far as he could tell, the show was running as smoothly as ever, possibly even the best it had run the whole tour. So what was the problem?
During another member’s solo, he took a moment to rush over to their manager and ask what the hell was going on. Why was everyone so on-edge?
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. The show is running fine, people are just worried because it’s the last show of the tour. Come see me after the show.”
He tried to press for more information, but before he had the chance, he was called back out on stage. The whole show, something was bothering him. He felt like there was something people weren’t telling him; something important that he should know. The thought of you kept him going. Knowing the better he performed the prouder of him you’d be and the sooner he could come home to you helped him to put his mind at ease.
The show ran flawlessly from start to finish, with not a single thing out of place, which only put Yoongi more on-edge. Something wasn’t right; something important, and they weren’t telling him.
As soon as the curtain fell and the boys ran backstage, he pulled Namjoon aside.
“Did you notice anything weird during the show? Like people were nervous?”
Namjoon’s smile faded and he nodded.
“I noticed. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure they’d tell us if it was something important. If they’re not telling us, then there’s probably nothing we can do about it.” he reassured him.
“I don’t know, I feel like there’s something they don’t want us to find out about. Something’s up and I want to know what.”
Namjoon nodded in agreement and touched Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Then let’s go find out.”
The two of them turned and marched over to the tour manager, demanding an explanation.
He dismissed them with a wave of the hand and told them they’d talk about it after the photo session. A half-hearted smile played across his face, a thinly veiled attempt at distraction.
Yoongi huffed and stalked off to find his phone, knowing he should have a voicemail from you telling him that you made it home safe. Hearing your voice always calmed his nerves, even if it was just a recording. He rustled through his belongings to get to you, only to find his phone was missing. Panicked, he ran to their manager, asking if he knew where it went.
“I have it. I knew you’d be looking for it and I need you to be focused for at least another hour. You can have it back when the photos are done.”
Yoongi’s hands started to shake as the anger welled up inside him.
“Give me my phone. I’ve been expecting a call and it’s very important that I know I got it.”
The manager slipped Yoongi’s phone back in his pocket.
“You got lots of calls. I told them you were busy. I’ll tell you what they said later. Now go get ready for the fan photos or you won’t be getting it back at all.”
Furious, he clenched his fists in an effort to hold himself back, but upon feeling a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he relaxed, turning to see Namjoon and the rest at his back. They knew how important your call was to him. Checking his phone after a show for it was never a problem before tonight and everyone was starting to worry.
“The tour is over, so your services are no longer required.” Namjoon stated curtly, smiling ever so sweetly at the tour manager. “Oh, and you can return his personal property now or get reported for stealing.”
The manager stood there, dumbfounded, before smirking and assuring them that the tour wasn’t over until the fan photos were done.
Surprisingly, Jin quickly came to the rescue. “The tour is over when we say it’s over. We are the artists and we control our own time. The fan photos will go on as planned, but as we said, your services are no longer necessary. How do you think your bosses will like it when we tell them that you blackmailed us with our own property to do what you want? Or that you’ve neglected to tell us whatever it is that’s so obviously wrong that even the makeup noonas are worried?”
Everyone stood in shock at Jin’s sudden boldness. Sighing, the manager went to hand Yoongi his phone, pulling it away just before he was able to grab it.
“I’m going to give this to you, but only after you swear to me that you’ll handle the consequences.. Whether you like it or not, I’m still the tour manager. If anything goes wrong before you’re back in Seoul, it’s my ass on the line.”
Yoongi nodded and snatched the phone out of the manager’s hand, pushing his way through the other members and stalking away.
The others started to follow him, but Namjoon held out his arm to stop them. “Give him some space. Whatever’s going on he doesn’t need us all butting in. Let him come to us when he’s ready.”
Yoongi unlocked his phone and checked his notifications. Nothing. Nothing on his SNS, no new texts, everything was normal. He shook his head and ran his hands through his hair before pulling himself up and heading over to join the other members.
Everyone was quiet as Yoongi rejoined them. “So? What’s the big news?” Jimin finally asked.
Yoongi just shrugged. “I’m not sure. There were no notifications or anything, so I don’t know what that guy’s problem was.” He pushed the bad feelings from his head, chalking it up to having a bad tour manager who just had a problem with him.
The fan photos and hi-touch seemed to take forever. While he may have been able to calm his nerves after finally getting his phone back, Yoongi couldn’t push the thought of you from his mind. He was constantly thinking about you. He wondered what you were doing, if you missed him, what it would be like to see you again after so long, even things as simple as whether or not you had dinner and if you ate all of his kimchi again.
The rest of the tour activities flew by in a you fueled haze and before he knew it, he was in the van on the way back to the hotel. Usually the van was loud and made it hard to focus, but everyone had a long, stressful day, so hardly a word was said. Yoongi couldn’t wait any longer. He usually liked to wait until he was back at that hotel to call you, but something about today made his need to hear your voice that much stronger.
He pulled out his phone and clicked the phone icon. For some reason, his recent calls were completely full with at least ten from an unknown number and about the same number from you. His blood turned icy and his hands felt like lead. Something was definitely wrong. It took him a long while of staring at the screen and trying desperately to prepare himself mentally for whatever he was about to hear.
Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and knew immediately that something was up. He craned his neck to look over at the screen and saw the multitude of missed calls. Namjoon placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and asked him if he needed a minute. Yoongi nodded hesitantly as Namjoon asked the driver to pull into a nearby parking lot for a moment. By now the rest of the boys knew something was up and were preparing themselves to do whatever they could to help.
The driver pulled into a parking lot and parked, the boys all scrambling out of the back seats, leaving Yoongi alone in the van. They all assured him that whatever it was, they’d help him through it and closed the door.
Yoongi’s hands were trembling and his breath hitched as he dialed your number. With every ring, his heart rate increased, eventually getting to the point that he could feel a pain in his chest. It felt like it rang forever before someone finally picked up. Yoongi couldn’t help but to feel a wave of relief wash over him when the ringing finally stopped.
“Y/n! Y/n what’s going on is everything alright? I’m so sorry, the manager wouldn’t give me my phone after the show and he must have gone through and cleared my notifications so I didn’t even see your calls until just now. Are you okay?”
There was a moment of silence before a deep, husky voice came through the other end. “Is this Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi’s heart went from racing a mile a minute to stopped completely in that instant. Why would a man have y/n’s phone? “Yes this is Yoongi who the hell are you??” Every possible scenario ran through his mind. Had you been cheating on him? No, he thought. You’d never do that to him. Maybe kidnapped by insane fans? There wasn’t enough time for him to even think through all the possible scenarios before the voice came through again.
“My name is Dr. Kim and I’m the head of surgery at Seoul Municipal Hospital.”
Immediately tears sprung to his eyes. Hospital. That was the one word he was hoping not to hear. Something had happened and you had been hurt and he didn’t even know about it. You were hurt and he hadn’t been there to protect you.
“You were the emergency contact for a Ms. y/n, does that sound right?”
Yoongi rubbed his eyes and held his head in his hand. “Yes, she’s my girlfriend. What happened, is she okay?”
“Well, there’s good news and there’s some bad news. It’s up to you which one you want first.”
“Bad news. Give me the worst of it first.” He figured he’d need some good news afterwards just so he wouldn’t break down completely.
“Well, the bad news is, y/n was in a pretty severe accident. She was hit by a speeding driver as she crossed the street.”
Yoongi’s vision started to blur as tears stung at his eyes and he started to feel light headed. None of this would have happened if they hadn’t added extra shows and extended the tour. If only he had been home with you, he thought. Then he would have been able to protect you and this never would have happened.
Finally Yoongi composed himself enough to ask for the good news.
“Well, the good news is, she’s out of surgery and in recovery. She was pretty seriously injured, but she’ll pull through. The worst of it is over, now it’s just a long road of recovery ahead of her. Since you were the emergency contact, you should probably get here as soon as possible. It’ll be good for her to have a familiar face here when she wakes up.”
Yoongi wiped the tears from his face and tried to calm his nerves. You were okay, and that’s all that mattered. “I understand. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please, take good care of y/n… I don’t know what I’d do without her, I can’t lose her..” he pleaded.
“Of course. She’s not totally out of the woods yet, but we’re going to do everything in our power to make her better, please just trust us and get here as soon as you can.”
Yoongi hung up and held his head in his hands as he sobbed. He wasn’t sure if he was sad, or just angry with himself for not being there when you needed him. Just then, the van door slid open and the boys looked at him with eyes wide, no one daring to say a word.
Yoongi looked at them with determination in his gaze. “Get me to the airport. Now.”
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You felt warm. The only sensation you could recognize was warmth. Not a physical warmth, but the kind you feel in your chest when you see a loved one after a long time apart, or when you smell something that reminds you of a fond and distant memory. All you could think of was Yoongi’s smile beaming down at you as he watched you rubbing the sleep from your eyes, slanted rays of sun trickling in from between your bedroom curtains. You reached out to touch his face, only to find your hand passed right through it. His smile began to fade as you reached for him again, the image of him slipping farther and farther from your reach. The warmth in your chest began to fade to a dull ache, then a stabbing pain with each breath, a different kind of heat manifesting itself. The kind of searing heat you feel when you get a paper cut or have a bad sunburn. You gasped for air, but it felt as though someone had stretched a hundred rubber bands around your lungs, making it nearly impossible to draw breath.
You forced your eyes open if only for a moment, and all you could see was red and blue lights flashing over head. You heard shouting and frantic footsteps all around you. There must have been some kind of accident, you thought. You wanted to run. You wanted to be able to pick yourself up and get yourself out of there, but you couldn’t move. It wasn’t until you saw the crowd of people gathered around you and felt the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed to your chest that you realized what was happening. There had been an accident. You had been in an accident.
The man standing over you yelled something to his colleagues, then turned to face you again. He said something to you, but you didn’t know what it was. You weren’t even worried about yourself, at that point. All you could think was “Where is Yoongi?” Your mind raced with thoughts of your boyfriend. Where was he? How would he react when he found out you were hurt? Who would be there for him through it all? God forbid, even what he would do if you didn’t make it. Your worry faded away slowly along with your consciousness.
You slowly regained consciousness, one sense at a time what felt like only moments later. You regained feeling first. You felt a deep soreness all over your body. You felt like you hadn’t moved in god knows how long. You next noticed the pain in your chest and the annoyance of the wires and tubes taped and poked and secured all over your body. Next was smell. The air around you smelled sharp; like someone had used too many cleaning products in too small of a space. It was nothing like the place you thought you had just been. The air stung your nostrils and felt cold in your aching lungs. You noticed a light, rhythmic tapping that wouldn’t stop no matter how much you wished it would. Beeps and hisses and commotion somewhere far away.
You forced your eyes open just enough to see blindingly bright lights above you. After a few seconds, the light became bearable and you were able to open your eyes enough to see more clearly. You blinked the sleep from our eyes and looked around. Your hands had tubes and wires attached to them and your leg was elevated in a sling in front of you. You knew you must have been in a hospital. You looked to your left and saw a long list of medications and details of injuries written on a whiteboard. Was that all just for you? “Broken leg, shattered pelvis, cracked ribs/internal bleeding, cracked sternum, etc.” the board read. How long had you been asleep? Did Yoongi make it home alright?
Your mind stopped after that. Yoongi. Where was he? Had he finished the tour alright? Had he made it home safely? Had anyone even told him what had happened to you? You started to panic and breathe more heavily, causing a sharp pain in your chest. You winced from the stabbing feeling.
There was a rustling on the other side of the room as Yoongi sat up from the recliner he had been napping in at your bedside. His hair was a mess and you could tell that he hadn’t slept much lately, judging by the gaunt look of his face and the puffiness of his eyes. As soon as you saw him, your eyes welled with tears. He stretched, rubbing his face to wake himself up.
“Yoongi..” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks.
He stopped, his hands still covering his face. Slowly he moved his hands away from his eyes to see you smiling at him from your hospital bed. As soon as he saw your eyes he rushed to your bedside, almost tripping over an IV stand in the process, any semblance of exhaustion he had now long gone in his excitement. “Y/N! I can’t believe you’re awake they said it’d probably be a few more days before you woke up! How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water? Should I get a nurse, are you in pain?” He frantically checked over every piece of you Before you finally got his attention long enough for him to stop talking.
“Yoongi, what happened? How long was I out?”
“You really don’t remember what happened?”
You shook your head before realizing that was a bad idea from the stabbing pain that shot through your neck and down your back with each movement. “The last thing I remember is that I decided to stop by that bakery you like so much before going home from work to get you something for when you came home. After that, everything is blank.
Tears spilled over Yoongi’s face and you heard him sniffle. “I shouldn’t have gone on tour again. Or I should have taken you with me. If I’d fought them harder to bring you with us none of this would have happened..”
“That’s not true and you know it. You love what you do and I would never ask you to stop touring for me. And I couldn’t go on tour with you even if they had allowed it. I have a job and a life here, I can’t just drop it all and come on the road for months at a time. I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to you. I don’t blame you for this and you shouldn’t blame yourself either, okay?”
He nodded and wiped the tears from his face, kissing your hand softly, like you were some kind of doll that might crack and fall apart at the slightest touch.
“So what happened to me?”
He sighed and climbed into the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your head into his chest. “They told me that you were hit by a speeding driver on your way to the bakery. Apparently they were going way over the speed limit and not paying attention to the stop sign when you were crossing the street. You’ve been knocked out for twelve days…” His voice cracked, then trailed off. “They weren’t sure when or even if you’d wake up again.. I was so afraid y/n.. I was so scared that I was going to lose you and there’d be nothing I could do about it.” You felt his shaky breaths as he let out a sob and gripped you like you were at risk of fading away.
You pulled away from his chest and cupped his cheek in your hand. “But you didn’t lose me. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here and I’m getting better and nothing is going to take me away from you, so no more tears, okay? It’s gonna take more than one bad driver to get rid of me.” you assured him.
“I love you so much, y/n. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you like that.”
“I love you too, Yoongi. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re my forever, remember?” You felt sleep beginning to take over again as your eyelids started to droop. You let out a yawn and snuggled in closer to your boyfriend.
He smiled as he watched you drift off back to sleep, suddenly hyper-aware of not only your breathing and the feeling of having you in his arms, but also the small lump he’s had in his pocket, waiting for you to wake up and claim it. He opened the small box and set it on the bedside table for when you finally woke. “That’s right y/n. You’re my forever.”
Hey hi so my life got really crazy for a while and I didn’t have time to work on that new Yoongi fic I promised you guys but I’ve gotten a bit more free time so I’m hoping to drop the new story sometime later today! I’m working on it really hard right now so please don’t hate me and get excited for it!
Hey guys! i know I promised you that new Yoongi fic last week, but it’s turning out to be a lot longer than I originally planned (but that means more content for you!) so it’s taking a bit longer. I’m almost finished, so bear with me and get excited!
Summary: Yoongi suddenly starts giving you the cold shoulder, causing you to distance yourself from him and the rest of the members. But the reason behind his behaviour is not what you think.
Yoongi x f!reader
Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort
WC: 4.5k
Watching BTS perform through a screen was entertaining and exciting. Watching them perform live was magical and an experience you would never forget. Watching them perform up close from the wings of the stage was a privilege that came with being Yoongi’s girlfriend, and one you would forever be grateful for.
Of course, you weren’t just dating Yoongi to watch their concerts, you loved him inside and out, the good and the bad, the idol side of him and the real side of him. And no matter how many times you watched them practice, rehearse and perform their songs, you would never get tired of watching them do what they loved.
⤷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.”
Notes: Hello & welcome to sabotage, my second ever series here on my blog. This story feels extra special to me, since it is widely based on my life, and my experience with this boy, and I thought Yoongi would be perfect to play the part. I hope you enjoy & please don’t forget to give me feedback if you’d like to!
The music was thumping as the world around you was spinning. Happiness. Happiness is what surrounded you. The distant chatters and laughter emerging from all around you. Summer had just begun and you were celebrating the end of another school year with all of your closest friends. From your current vision, it was safe to say you were past the state of being just tipsy, now being drunk. Playing irresponsible for tonight was allowed, there was a reason to celebrate. You got through another year filled with school work and stress, even if your grades did start to slip. Irresponsibility seemed to be your new lifestyle, since you weren’t even phased one bit about you barely passing your classes. Long gone was the goody-two-shoes, who always complained about school work, but ended up studying the hardest anyways. This year you turned into a person, who said “fuck school work” and meant it quite literally, by not just throwing the books into the corner whenever you felt like it, but by not even bothering to open the books in the first place.
“Y/N we’re going to watch Hyun-wu jump into the water from the divingtower, are you coming?” Your best friend’s voice came from your side. “Is he crazy? The water is freezing, the ice has barely melted!” You questioned. “You know he is a show off already, look he has gathered quite a crowd around him”, Ji soo responded gesturing towards the shore. She was right, Hyun-wu was standing in the middle of a crowd of people, currently stripping off his shirt. “I think I’m good”, you ended up passing the chance of seeing him possibly embarrass himself legendarily, by belly flopping into the water, but you couldn’t care less. Everyone out of this town was basically worshipping him, he was the picturesque type of guy, straight out of a 90s romcom or something, and he knew it. That’s exactly what turned you off, he was arrogant and took every girl for granted. It was almost like it was obvious to him that he could make any girl swoon. Ji soo nudged your shoulder friendly, before telling you to take care of yourself and disappearing into the crowd. You were at a huge park surrounding the beach, the sun was hanging low, ready to dip behind the skyline and painting everything a beautiful shade of orange. It was a tradition for all of the students of the city to gather into this specific park every year and get wasted. It was the place to meet all of your mutuals, who had went to different schools after graduating from high school. You were sitting in one of the park’s wooden tables all by yourself, before you saw a bunch of random dudes scooting in to sit around you in the table. You decided to finish your drink as soon as possible, before getting up, but were caught off guard when suddenly someone spoke up.
“Excuse me, do you happen to have a lighter?” You looked beside you to see a pair of dark eyes looking directly your way. You quickly dug through your pockets, and tossed over the spare lighter you always kept in your pocket, incase you’d ever need it. You didn’t really ever use it yourself, since you didn’t smoke, but having one at parties was practical since there would always be people looking for one. “Thanks”, he responded dully. You took your time to take in the sight of the people who had just joined you at the table. It was four surprisingly attractive looking guys, who were in the middle of rolling a joint. The sight wasn’t anything unusual, since most of your friends smoked weed every now and then. The one who had asked you for the lighter really stood out of his friends, who all wore mostly black, since he was wearing a bright red oversized bomber jacket and had a red bandana wrapped around his light blonde hair. You were studying the stunning details of him, noticing how focused he was on rolling the blunt with his ring clad fingers. He was extremely handsome, and you were wondering how come you have never seen him before. He and his friends got up, after rolling a couple of joints, before his eyes suddenly landed on yours. You quickly fixed your gaze towards the drink on your hands. “You want a hit?” He asked you with his low voice. “Offering me your cheap weed? Real classy. But no, I don’t need a hit”, the words slurred out of your mouth as your brain failed to keep up. Your eyes widened when you realized how bluntly you had just spoken, for no reason at all. He just chuckled, seemingly unphased, before responding: “Okay” and turning away from you. You watched his back furthering from you, before yelling back: “Okay then, I’m coming” and running after him.
You walked into the forest surrounding the park, and were making your way deeper into the woods, before suspicion started to rise. “Why are we going in here to smoke? Are you too scared to smoke in the park?” You asked. His friends exchanged amused looks and he scoffed. “Can’t risk getting caught”. You were bewildered that a man as tough looking as him, would be so scared of getting caught smoking weed. Sure, it was illegal and over all dumb to smoke, but the cops never really did anything if they saw somebody smoking, so it was completely fine to do it in the park. “Why? That’s ridiculous”, you questioned. He ignored your question and stopped on his tracks to light the blunt. Soon all of the guys were inhaling their blunts in a circle, the puffs of smoke hitting your face. “Why did you follow us in here if you think it’s ridiculous?” He asked turning to face you. You scoffed trying to snap back, but didn’t actually know what to respond, since you didn’t exactly know why you’re here either. It definitely wasn’t for the weed, you couldn’t care less about getting stoned, but if it meant you could do it with four handsome strangers, you would do it. The new you would do it. It was part of your irresponsible summer, take chances and explore the unknown. Previously you would have never even borrowed that lighter in the first place. Who knows what would come out of this, other than you becoming high. “Because, I want my lighter back”, you eventually gave him his answer. A lie. “I could’ve just dropped it back to you, but sure”, he said and put the blunt in front of your face, offering you a hit. You looked at it for awhile, considering if you should do this at all, but let him place it between your lips and inhaled. It came out quickly as you started coughing, causing the boys around you to snicker. You couldn’t really feel any difference on your state, since you were already drunk enough to numb your senses, so you took the roll off his fingers and took a proper hit yourself. He slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise, but bit back the smile forming in the corners of his lips. You passed the blunt back to him. “How could I trust a stranger, I don’t even know your name”, you finally responded, feeling a bit light headed. “Min Yoongi”, he responded before smoking the rest of the blunt in one go.
Your way back from the woods was a blur, all you could remember was stumbling on the branches and bumps on the ground. You had judged your strength poorly, since you were no longer just drunk, you were hammered. Yoongi helped you stay up, and you were sure he was annoyed to have to look after a random girl. Eventually you found back to your friends and ran back to them quickly, to explain what just happened, missing the look on Yoongi’s face when you just left him without saying a goodbye.
Summer had not been as exciting as you had expected it to be, once reality started settling in. Most of your friends started working their summer jobs and since you didn’t get one, your days were filled with nothing but free time. Few weeks back you could have killed for a few hours of no worries and nothing to do, but now it became boring. You had decided to go roam around the heart of the city, to waste some time before your friends will get off work. Your yellow floral dress was flowing as the soft summer breeze was blowing around the streets. You raised a hand to cover your eyes from the sun, what should you do today?
Your hand was smeared by the icecream that was melting in a furious pace from the cone you had just bought from a small cafe. You didn’t bother to clean it up quite yet, since there was no use for the hand anyways. You had already visited every possible clothing store and walked every single street and path you could take. The hot summer air was starting to tire you, and your effort of cooling down with the icecream certainly wasn’t working. You were currently sitting in a park, under the shade of a big tree. You watched the people pass by in their shiny cars, everyone looking so happy as the soft summery tunes playing on the radio slipped past the rolled down windows. Oh how you wished you could do that all summer with your crew. These were the cons of adulthood, consequences. You had always thought there would only be freedom once you turn 18, but it only gave you more responsibility. Responsibility you weren’t ready for. You wiped the sweat running down your forehead with your spare hand. It was getting a bit too much, you needed a cold shower right now or you’ll pass out. You made your way back to the train station to hop on the first one going home.
Once you took a seat at the (luckily) air conditioned train, you let out a long sigh. Your train ride took approximately 20 minutes, so only 20 minutes more and you’d be under that shower in no time. Your mind started to drift off as you leaned your head against the window. The train stopped and you watched the bunch of people getting in from the sun. Your eyes stopped as you spotted a familiar face in the middle of the crowd. Min Yoongi? You had not seen him after the encounter at the festival, you weren’t even sure if he’d remember you anymore. Oh fuck, he is getting in through the door right next to you, what if he spots you? Do you say hello, or ignore him? Your questions were answered when his eyes brightened up when he saw you sitting by yourself. “We meet again”, he said as he sat right in front of you. You gave him a shy smile. “Sorry if I was getting on your nerves the last time”, you apologized to him. “It was cute”, he slightly chuckled. Cute? The often awfully emotionless Min Yoongi called your drunk behaviour cute. You felt him grab your hand, as he pulled something out of his pocket. Blush was creeping in, but before it was too visible, he placed the lighter you had forgotten about in your hand. “Oh”, was all you managed to let out, before thanking him. “I told you I’d return it. It seemed important to you”, he folded his arms across his lap. It wasn’t, you couldn’t give less fucks about a simple lighter that you never happened to use yourself anyways, but you recalled how it was the only reason you insisted on following him to the forest, so you had to keep pretending like it was. “Yeah, my life depends on this”, you responded sarcastically. He gave you a half forced smile, which made you feel uncertain about where this train ride will lead to. You knew nothing about the man sitting right across from you, so how could you keep up a conversation for the remaining 15 minutes before your stop would come? “Where were you?” You broke the current silence. “Huh?” He mustered. “Before you came in this train, where were you? I assume you don’t live in this area”, you continued. “Oh, I just had some businesses to take care of”, he answered, “How about you?” “Just killing time in the city”, you responded. “All by yourself?” He scanned your surroundings. “Yeah, all my friends are busy working”, you answered brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “Come hang out with me”, he suddenly requested. You felt your eyes widening. “Right now?” “Yeah, let’s get off the next stop and hang out”, he suggested as both of you turned to take a look at the name of the next stop on the screen above you. It was a random stop, that you have never even taken note of, since no one ever really got off or in from it. “What would we even do in there, I’m pretty sure it’s in the middle of nowhere”, you laughed. “We’ll figure something out”, he smiled. You paused for a moment and glanced at the name of the stop again. “Okay”, you finally agreed. “Okay?” He made sure you meant it. “Okay”, you laughed again.
Once you got out, you were greeted with the hot sun again, this time it was luckily a little less burning, since it was starting to go down. Both of you looked around, when the train finally left your sight. It was mostly fields and some trees framing the sight. He started making his way off the platform to walk on the lonely road leading into the distance. You followed right next to him. After walking in silence for awhile, he started the conversation with you. He told you about his day, and you were surprised how he was willing to tell you even the silliest of details, even though you never asked for them. “What was the business you were talking about in the train?” You asked him. “Just some things I had to take care of”, he responded looking back to you with one of his eyes closed since the sun was shining right at him. “What type of things?” You questioned further. “Had to beat up some guy, he didn’t pay back to my friend for the weed he had leached off of him”, he calmly explained. You rolled your eyes, of course he had to be a part of something as stupid as the weed business. “Wow”, you just responded with a sarcastic tone. “What? Not impressed?” He laughed. “Not one bit. Why did you have to interfere, couldn’t he stand up for himself?” You asked. “It wasn’t safe for him to show up there. He’s had some issues with the other guy’s gang before”, he explained. You just went silent, not wanting to give him an answer, since you’d only scold him. You knew he already knew how dumb it was. “Really, I never beat people up for fun. Only if they hurt my close ones”, he continued in attempt to assure you. You just nodded your head. “Well my day was just as interesting as eating ice cream can get”, you decided to tell him. He chuckled, “I like that”.
The two of you ended up finding an old park, with a nest swing that could fit at least four people on it. He lazily hopped to lay on it as you watched from afar. “Are you not gonna join me?” He asked. You just furrowed your brows at him, signaling that you’re not gonna fall for his charms that easily. You walked up to the swing and gave it a push. He was laying there with his hands folded under his head, looking up to the cloud free sky. You pushed the swing more and more, until it was starting to catch up a pace. “Don’t”, he suddenly said as you were about to push more. “Why not”, you asked him. “I’m gonna get nauseous”, he said sitting up. “You get nauseous off of swings?” You laughed teasingly. “Yes, now stop the fucking ride”, he said in a sudden serious manner. It only fueled you to tease him more and push the swing even harder, until he was screaming. You laughed when you finally hopped on the edge of the swing to stop it. “Jesus, and here I thought you weren’t a wild girl”, he scoffed. “Huh? Who said I’m not wild”, you laughed as you got on the swing to sit next to him. “Are you?” He threw back a question. “Yeah”, you said biting your lip in a cocky manner. “Okay prove it”, he challenged. “How?” You asked. “Climb on to that tree over there”, he said pointing out a medium sized tree. “How is that gonna prove anything? I can be wild, but I’m also clumsy”, you scoffed to him. “Okay, loser”, he said raising an eyebrow. It caused you to open your mouth in offence and you got up the swing to run up to the tree. You managed to climb onto the first big branch hanging from the side of it after struggling for awhile. You raised your hands on to your sides and waved them. “There”, you yelled at him. He clapped his hands slowly as you jumped off and came back to him. “Your turn”, you responded. “I don’t have anything to prove”, he said pushing his hair back. “Okay loser”, you copied his earlier statement. “Fuck, okay! What’s my challenge?” He gave in. You looked around trying to find something to challenge him with, but ended up going with the obvious. “Let me swing you”, you said as a sly grin painted your face. He sighed out loud. “I’m literally gonna throw up on you, but okay”.
After giving each other ridiculous challenges in turns, your topic had drifted off to others, since the only challenges you could come up with were as stupid as “eat a leaf off the ground”. He was laying beside you on the swing as you were sitting on the edge, looking into the distance. “I guess you are pretty wild after all”, he suddenly confessed. “See, I told you”, you looked back at him. He just hummed as he gave you that signature half smile of his. You felt your body starting to shiver, it was getting surprisingly cold as the sun had almost already vanished. He noticed it as he was looking at your back. “You cold?” He kindly asked. “I’m fine”, you quickly responded. “Then why are you shivering?” He asked even though he knew the answer. “I said I’m fine”, you repeated. “I wish I had a jacket”, he muttered before continuing, “Let me warm you”. You looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows and a questioning look on your face. “Come on”, he said opening his arms for you to cuddle into. “Absolutely not”, you said turning away from him and rubbing your arms in attend to keep yourself warm. “Okay then, I challenge you to let me warm you”, he suddenly stated. “I thought we stopped the game already”, you laughed slightly. He gave you no answer. Suddenly you felt him rumbling behind you as he sat up and wrapped his big arms around you, and pulled you down with him to lay on the swing. Your eyes were big with surprise and you turned your head to look at him from underneath his arms. He looked down at you, without changing his rock hard facial expression. You let your eyes wander on his beautiful features, before wonders started to fill your mind. “Why are you so emotionless?” You softly asked. “It’s just who I am”, he was quick to respond. “No, you haven’t been that way always. There’s no way you were as emotionless as a child”, you said seeing as his eyes shifted. He was quiet for awhile before answering: “I guess life has made me this way. I would have been dead if I never toughened up”. “What do you mean by that?” You asked. “I used to be the kid everyone stomped on. I was a bit chubby as a kid”, he started explaining and the chubby part made you chuckle a little. “Min Yoongi, a chubby child”, you smiled. “Yeah, I got bullied for that alot. That and the fact that my own father took out his anger on me was making me weak. So one day I just decided to toughen up, I started giving back to the people who made fun of me before. Safe to say it shut them up”, he finished his story. “That’s still not an excuse to get involved to gangs and drug business”, you said. “I use weed to make quick money, that’s it. And I already told you I don’t beat people up anymore, unless they hurt my close ones”, he explained. “But how about your dad, does he still mistreat you like that?” You asked him. “Not anymore, he knows I will punch back. I only touch him if he abuses my mother”, you felt the vibrations of his low voice against your chest. “Well damn, what a hero story. Is this how you get the ladies, opening up to them about your dramatic past and making them feel special by that?” You pushed him sarcastically, but you were serious. “No, you were the only one I’ve ever told that to”, he said. “The only one? How about your friends?” You asked. “Only Taehyung knows, because he saw me fighting with my dad. I trust that you won’t tell anybody, though”, he confined in you. “I won’t” you said. He was squeezing you a bit closer to him, but before he could move any further you dug out your phone to look at the time. “Shit, when does the last train leave?” You asked noticing it was far more late you had expected it to be.
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⤑ Summary | Being stuck in the kitchen of your aunt’s bakery late at night is the last thing you had in mind when it came to preparing for Valentine’s day. Although, being stuck with your archenemy, and the most overbearing person you have ever known, teaching you how to bake your aunt’s secret recipe is the exact opposite of what you’d ever have in mind. As the kitchen grows hot, however, you cannot tell whether it’s from the ovens or if it’s something else burning between the two of you. As the night progresses, you cannot help but wonder which one would melt first once you are done. The frostings? Or you?
⤑Genre | Enemies to Lovers!au, Baker!au, Baker!Yoongi, Baker!reader, Smut
⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
⤑ Warning | involving food play (with…a lot of licking), Yoongi’s tongue, minor dirty talk, sexual tension in the kitchen, soft dom!Yoongi, clothed foreplay, breast play (with some biting involved), oral sex (f receiving, biting involved; m receiving, deep throating and balls sucking involved), fingering, female masturbation, deep throating, cum eating, penetrative sex without protection, semi-public sex.
⤑ Word count | 14,3k words
⤑ Song Companion |Rendezvous At Two - Play With Me
❥ Author’s Note | Written as a part of Bon Appetit collaboration with @jamaisjoons,@yeoldontknow, and @chillingkoo | Many thanks for my hype team @randombtsprincessaand@softyoongiionly, some of these scenes would never make sense if it weren’t for you. And for my second set of eyes @theodea, thank you for helping me even while you’re busy cat-sitting ;) | For my readers, I really hope you guys would enjoy this one. Have a beautiful Valentine!
Luck had not been on your side.
And honestly, no matter how much you hate to admit it, there is no denying that luck has not been on your side for a long time. If it were, you probably would not be here, stranded in the back kitchen of your aunt’s bakery shop, surrounded by the massive ovens that are still warm after the whole day of baking. Though there is no doubt that the temperature will only continue rising as the night is growing late.
Out of the tons of scenarios that you had pictured back when you had agreed to work alongside your aunt in her bakery shop, this is definitely not what you have had in mind. Not that you mind being here in the kitchen, doing what you love to do most. The only problem you have right now has something more to do with the situation you are currently being stuck in.
