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

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

“Where?”

“Beside my monitor.”

“With only you and me?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“____—”

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

“Huh?”

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

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

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, basically.”

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

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

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

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

“Nope.”

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

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

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

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

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

“With the whole fake boyfriend stuff?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s just a picture.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For real?” you exclaimed again.

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

“Ah, I owe you so much, Yoon!”

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

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

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

“Yup. That’s all.”

“Okay. See you later then.”

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

Yoongi hummed in a soft manner before hanging up.

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

“Was that your boyfriend?” she asked.

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

“Ooh, are you two having a date?”

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

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

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

At least, that’s what you thought.

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

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED !♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

↳seven tales, a collaboration 

min yoongi in ❝a melody of requiem ❞

summary: you are a novelist who has lost your inspiration. when you stay in the odd quaint town of swan hills you are mesmerized by the house on the hill and when you hear the rumors of the man who lives there you find yourself even more intrigued. the townspeople claim he’s a monster but when you find yourself meeting him you start to realize that things are not what they seem.
word count: 16k+
tags:yoongi x female reader, gothic!au, mystery, romance, fluff, angst, 
warnings:death mentions, abandonment issues, injury mention, violence, blood mentions, 
a/n:this has been so much fun to write and the fact that it’s a part of this collab makes it even better. thank you to @moon-write​ for all of her hard work in putting this together and the stunning banner. i was hoping to write more at the end but ran out of time. hopefully i can write an epilogue soon. i hope you enjoy!

make sure and check out the other stories in the collabfeaturing @moon-write,@btsrunmylife​, @delacyrose224,@alpacaparkaseok​, & @sor-vette​.

Swan Hills, a beacon of tranquility, it was said. When a rough case of writer’s block beset you your manager insisted you get a change of scenery. When he suggested that, you imagined a beachside cottage or perhaps a cabin in the woods. A small town nestled on the coast of a lake wasn’t exactly what you imagined but who were you to argue. At this rate, if you didn’t have a new novel by the end of the year you might become obsolete as a novelist. 

The rough road that nearly tore a wheel off of your carriage should have been your first red flag. The ride there was quite dreary but it wasn’t unusual for there to be some of that on the way to a beautiful place. Unfortunately, this was not the case here.

As the carriage approached the town the first thing of note was the wooden sign that looked like it had endured one too many storms. ‘Swan Hills’ it read alongside a carving of the bird itself; only the pure white you would expect from a swan was a charred black. 

When your manager had presented the town to you it had sounded too cute. How were you supposed to write a dark mystery novel in a cute lakeside town? The reality of the town seemed a lot gloomier.

The sky was gray and the breeze chilly as it passed through your carriage. As you rode into town the buildings you saw were all old and run down but the people moving about the town made it clear it wasn’t abandoned. 

It was interesting, it felt like you were stepping into a novel. It gave you hope that you would be able to reclaim your inspiration here. You had to.

Peering out the window you spotted a building at the top of a large hill overlooking the town. It was hard to make out the details of the house other than its large size. It was captivating, the cold gray sky behind it, the trees surrounding the outskirts of the area. You were mesmerized, had to know more about it.

The carriage pulled to a stop in front of the town hall. Your manager said that he would have the information on your accommodations in the town. At first, you thought it odd that a mayor would have the time to help with that but now that you had seen the small town first hand you weren’t shocked by it.

Stepping out you entered the building, it smelt of dust despite the inside being relatively well kept. An older woman sat at the desk, looking up at the sound of your entrance like you were the first person to step through the door in ages. Maybe you were.

“Good afternoon, it’s so good to see you. I hope that your trip treated you well. We’re so excited to have you here.” She said standing up. “The mayor is waiting for you, go ahead on in.” 

“Thank you very much.” You said with a polite bow before heading to the door she waved to. You noticed one of your more popular novels on her desk as you passed it.

Entering the office it was rather small for what you would expect of a mayoral office. The man who sat behind the desk was quick to flash a big smile. He wore a suit that to his credit was rather nice for the town he lived in. It made you wonder if he was from around here, certainly you couldn’t buy a suit like that in town. He was older, perhaps in his late fifties. A crop of black hair that was kept rather short and blue eyes that felt just a bit too intent for your liking.

“Ah, we’ve been waiting for you!” He said in a boisterous voice standing up from his chair. “It’s such an honor to have you here.”

“Thank you for having me.” You said. “It’ll be nice to be away from the city for a while.” There was something about this man that didn’t sit right with you but you couldn’t exactly place it. Maybe he took money under the table from the city. You couldn’t imagine the city had much money to take but you had a writer’s mind that always ran away from you.

“Forgive me if the town’s description was slightly embellished.” The man said with a smile that made you uncomfortable. Slimy mayor, that was an archetype to write down in your notebook.

“It’s okay, honestly when I was told this was supposed to be a romantic lake-side town I was quite hesitant. This though, spooky and dreary, this is perfect for what I need.” You didn’t miss the way his lip curled in annoyance for just a moment at your description of the town.

“Swan Hills is an up-and-coming town, and this time of year can be a bit gloomy but spring is always beautiful here.” He said, reclaiming his upbeat mood. It was the middle of summer, what normal place was this gloomy in summer? “By the time you’ve had a taste of all Swan Hills offers I’m sure you’ll be writing home about it.”

“Perhaps.” You said. You hardly thought Swan Hills would appeal to anyone you knew. Other than fellow mystery novelists, you weren’t going to give them any chance at inspiration from this odd town. 

“Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your stay more pleasant.” He said. “Or if you have any questions at all.”

“Ah, I do have one question.” You said remembering the captivating house you had seen perched on the hill before. “What’s the story with the house on the hill?” This time the mayor’s face didn’t hesitate to turn to disgust.

“It’s nothing of any interest, I can assure you that much.” He said curtly. That was surely a lie. Such a prominent house had to have someone of note in it. You had assumed it was his house and were hoping for a tour of it. What better inspiration than a large manor, a perfect setting for a mystery to unfold.

“Ahh, what a shame.” You said. 

“Anyways,” The man said, brushing off his attitude and falling back into his previous persona. “The lodgings we have prepared for you are ready for you. Ms. Kim can show you to it.” He gestured to the door. 

“Thank you for everything.” You said with another bow before leaving.

Ms. Kim, you now knew the woman’s name in the first room, was standing ready at the door with her coat on.

“C’mon dear, let me show you the way.” She said opening the door. Stepping outside she pointed to some of the shops nearby. “Food and anything else you can find here in town would be right around here.” 

“Good to know.” You said stepping into your carriage. You could hear Ms. Kim give your driver the directions. You couldn’t imagine it being very far. After a moment she stepped in.

“It’s hardly far we could have walked but then you wouldn’t have your stuff.” She said. “It’s just up the road at the foothill.”

“Is there anything fun to do, like tourist things?” You asked to make casual conversation. You didn’t think you would have much time to do anything recreational, you didn’t think there was anything to do if you were being honest.

“Ah, lots of people like to go out on the lake. It’s quite peaceful. We’re hoping to open a theater one day but there just aren’t enough people for one these days.” She said.

“Do you get a lot of people moving in?” You asked.

“Hardly,” She said with a sad look in her eyes. “We hope that we will have more people soon. It would be nice to have more life in the city.” She said.

The carriage came to a stop and the two of you got out. Before you sat a small cottage, it was as she said,  nestled at the foothill. The house you asked about earlier is even more clear from the spot here. From here you could make out more of the features of the house. The house also sat facing the lake.

“This is quite a lovely house but it’s been empty for quite some time.” She said using her key to open the door. “Don’t worry, we’ve cleaned it up for you. You’ll find plenty of firewood in here as well as outside. And lamps with oil too.” She said. 

It felt rude to think it but you were shocked at how nicely it was cleaned up on the inside. You had expected the worst but you had gotten quite a warm welcome here. It was quaint, a far cry from your city apartment uptown but it was endearing. 

“If you need anything just let us know, we’re in the office most of the day.” She said.

“Thank you very much.” You said with a warm smile. You appreciated the help from her. You walked with her back to the carriage. Your driver had unloaded your luggage from the cab and into the house. Your eye was caught again by the house and you wondered if you would get more information from Ms. Kim. “Before you go, do you know anything about that house?”

Ms. Kim’s face turned sour, a big difference from the warm smile before.

“Only that a wretched man lives there.” She nearly spits. “Stay as far away from that place as you can.”

“Wretched man?” You questioned, an eyebrow raised at the sweet woman’s sudden anger. The mayor had shown disdain but this was more interesting. Someone did live there, someone who seemed to have a bad reputation among at least two people. You loved a good mystery.

“I hate to even mention him.” She huffed. “That man, he’s done horrible things to this town. If you ask me he’s why we can’t keep anyone here. If they don’t leave because of the dark cloud that house casts on the town it’s because he’s done something to them.”

“Done something to them?” You questioned. You patted yourself on the back for asking her. This was good information. 

“I think he’s to blame for some of the missing people.” She said quietly, a frantic glance to the house looming above the both of you. “People don’t want to believe it though.”

“Forgive me for bringing it up.” You said waving your hand, you felt bad at the skittish reaction she was having. “Please, let my driver take you back to the town hall on his way out.” You offered.

“Oh, it’s okay.” She said. “It’s such a short walk.”

“I insist, as a small thank you for your help.” You said.

“You’re very sweet.” She said with a smile, her anger from earlier long gone. “Thank you, dear.”

Watching the carriage drive away it set upon you that you were stuck here until you could finish your novel. Not to mention whatever mystery there was with the manor on the hill. The thought of it got your heart pumping, you loved getting to the bottom of things. A mysterious man accused of heinous crimes? A town that pushed people out? 

Even with how painful your writer’s block had been you were optimistic this place would be quick to drive it away. 

Unpacking you set up your typewriter at the desk in the den along with the rest of your personal effects. You made sure to get a fire going and light the lamps as night descended on Swan Hills. 

Opening the front door of your cottage you sat on the porch drinking a warm cup of tea as your brain struggled to find the perfect plot for your next novel.

The sound of a piano caught your ear immediately in the empty night. The soft but slow melody was haunting, beautiful but it sent a chill down your spine. There was no question about it, the music came from the manor set above you.

Writing spooky and suspenseful novels was your profession, you didn’t scare easily. The rumors of the man in the house not far from you had been exciting, entertaining even not long ago. But as the melody floated down from the cold air above you there was a heavy feeling of fear resting in your chest.

Standing up you returned into the cottage, locking the door tightly behind you. Entering the bathroom you washed your face with some warm water hoping it would give you some comfort. 

Reasoning with yourself you knew that the reality was he was probably just some grumpy old man who scared people off. The town itself was enough to scare people away. If this man was really taking people or worse someone would have stopped him by now, right?

The next morning came without anything eventful happening. The air was cold and windy as you stepped out of the cottage you were staying in. For your first day, you wanted to walk around the area and hope that you would find some inspiration. That usually did the trick for you.

The lakeside was dreary and gray, a far cry from the sunny water’s edge that your manager described to you. Stray driftwood rested on the water’s edge against the dirt there. The waters were empty of any fowl that you would normally expect in a lake. There were no swans to be seen. Talk about false advertising.

As you took in the scenery you thought about what kind of novel you wanted to write. You had written many mysteries, some set in isolated cabins, busy towns, and perfect-looking countrysides. You wanted something different, something, unlike anything you had written before. You had often written the antagonists as scorned family members, bitter lovers, and vengeful colleagues. It was starting to feel like you had covered everything you could think of. 

As you returned to the cottage you looked up at the ominous house again. There was something about it that drew you to it. It inspired something in you, maybe just maybe it was what you needed to fuel your new story. 

What if you went and got a closer look? No doubt the stories were exaggerated; it was bound to happen in such a boring town.

Walking along you heard a voice speak from above you.

“You’re that writer, aren’t you?” The young girl said she was sitting in a small tree, you hadn’t even seen her in the first place. Looking at her you didn’t miss the book in her hand.

“I do write.” You said. “Not much these days it seems.” You laughed at your own joke. Your eyes caught the title of the book, it was one of your more obscure works. Something someone would only have if they followed your work closely. The air of indifference she put off made you smirk.

“What brings someone like you to this run-down town? Can’t imagine anyone coming here voluntarily.” She said.

“I’m hoping to work on a new book.” You said. “Not sure what the plot of it is yet.”

“Well if any town is the right setting for a creepy novel it’s this place.” She said.

“How long have you lived here?” You asked. Maybe you would get better information from a teenager, adults always had their own biases but younger people tended to have more direct views.

“Pretty much my whole life.” 

“What do you know about that house?” You asked, pointing to it.

“If you ask most of the adults they’ll tell you that the man that lives there is up to no good. That he’s the reason no one wants to live here, why business is driven away, why people go missing.” She said.

“What do you think?” 

“I think that I’ve never seen him leave the house. That from the property you would think that whoever lived there is long gone.” She said. “That’s a lot to blame on someone that you never see.”

“That’s a good point.” You said. “Who went missing?”

“Three girls, all of them in their early twenties.” She said. “The first four years ago, the next three, and the last girl two years.”

“That’s odd.” You said. “And no one ever found anything?”

“You’d have to ask the sheriff in town. He was supposed to investigate.” She explained. “People say their pets have gone missing too because of him. The shopkeeper in town is always complaining about her missing cat, she blames him. ‘Oh my poor Mr. Mittens, that evil man killed him.’ She’s always whining. Don’t bring it up, you’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“Thank you, I appreciate your information.” You said. Missing girls, missing cats, it seemed odd no one went up there to confront anything. “What’s your name?”

“Bella.” She said.

“Nice to meet you, do you want an autograph?” You asked.

“Uh, no.” She said suddenly flustered. “I haven’t even read this book.” She said quickly, putting it in the bag hanging from her shoulder.

“Ah, forgive me.” You said trying to hide the smile at her forced indifference. “Let me know what you think of it. I’ll see you around then.”

“Bye.” She said.

Mulling over the new information you walked into your cottage grabbing something to eat before making some coffee. Sitting down at your typewriter you tapped out some thoughts onto paper. The mystery of the house on the hill was pulling you in, what if you were to write about it? What if you searched for the answers to the real mystery yourself and wrote down an embellished version of it as you went. 

Once you ran the idea through your head you realized it was perfect. If something was pulling you in of course it would pull your readers in as well.

The sound of typing could be heard throughout the afternoon. 

By the time evening fell you were happy with the start you had to your new novel. You had no idea where things would go but that would make it even more interesting and if the truth was boring then you would simply make something up that would fit.

The urge to walk up to the house on the hill was overwhelming and no doubt it would provide you with some amount of interest to write about once you were home.

No risk, no reward you reasoned as you grabbed a coat and scarf. Despite it being summer it was oddly chilly at times. You chalked it up to the lake. You brought a small lantern with you but left it unlit until you needed it. The light of the full moon was enough to show you the way. The climb up the hill was steeper than it had looked initially. As you got closer you saw the tall brick walls that surrounded the property, overgrown ivy climbed the sides of it. A large iron gate stood at the front. 

You had hoped there wouldn’t be a gate so you could easily get a look but it seemed things wouldn’t be so easy. The gate looked like it hadn’t been opened in years. You followed the wall around the manor once you had gotten about halfway around you spotted a section of the wall that had tumbled down, bricks laying around an opening big enough to slip through.

Perhaps it was a bad idea but your curiosity was often too strong for your own good. Moving quietly you slipped through the opening. Looking around you saw what looked like it had been a previous garden. In contrast to the overgrown ivy on the brick, the plants here were long dead, dry branches sticking everywhere. 

Moving through the dead garden you saw a gazebo, the paint chipped away and the plants that no doubt had once been lush and green were crisp and dead. There were old stone statues throughout the yard. You imagined if they were accompanied by lively plants they would look beautiful but alongside the dead plants, they looked creepy. You couldn’t stop the shiver down your spine as you stared at the stained statue of an angel as a cold breeze moved by.

As you got closer to the manor. The shingles on the house in some places were falling off. The dark paint faded. It was dark inside, no sign of anyone living there. A part of you wondered if maybe no one was living in the house anymore and it was merely an empty building they could use as a scapegoat for the town’s issues.

Looking back to the garden you noticed something odd, near the house there was a stone path that led to an area with a circle. Around the stone circle, there were three rose bushes that were alive, not just alive but beautiful. The one in the middle was a stunning red, the one on the left a sleek black, and the one on the right a pure white. 

Roses were not plants that were known to thrive on their own, even when they were taken care of they could be hard to keep alive. If there was no one taking care of them they would no doubt be as dead as the rest of the garden. 

Reaching out you took a petal in your hand feeling the soft texture against your skin. 

A chill ran down your spine and you looked up to the large window only to see a figure standing there with a candle in hand. Even from far away, you could make out a younger-looking man with nearly white hair that stood staring down at you.

You held back a scream of fear as you dropped your unlit lantern and took off running to the opening you had squeezed in through. You didn’t stop running until you got back to your cottage. Chest heaving you laid down on the couch trying to process what had happened.

After taking a warm shower and changing into bedclothes you had enough time to reason with yourself. He was just standing there, it was just a man standing there no matter how ghostly he had seemed. You were the one trespassing on his property.

Despite your logical reasoning you still found yourself unable to find any sleep. Instead, you used the dark hours of the night to write more about what had just happened. The least you could do was use your eventful night for inspiration. 

The next morning you woke up after falling asleep for a few hours at your desk. In the light of day, the memory of last night felt unreal. A part of you wondered if it had just been a dream but the lack of lantern in your house reminded you that it had happened.

It was easier in the morning light to believe that it had just been an annoyed homeowner looking down at you from his house but the thought of the girls who went missing crept up in your mind. Had they too been too curious? Was that the last thing they had seen?

No, you were being ridiculous. 

You remembered the young girl mentioning the sheriff was supposed to investigate the missing girls. Maybe he had more information, maybe he did investigate them and nothing turned up. 

After eating breakfast and changing you walked into town, it wasn’t hard to spot the sheriff’s station out of the handful of buildings there. 

Walking in you were shocked at the size of the building. It was smaller than the shoe box apartments in the city. There was one desk and a cell attached to the open area. Behind the desk was a man with his feet kicked up on the table and a book resting on his face, not that it did anything to mask his loud snoring.

“Ahem.” You coughed loudly but the man remained asleep. You rolled your eyes looking at the door. Opening it again you slammed it shut loudly this time the noise startled the man out of his sleep as he nearly fell out of his chair. “Ahh sorry, the wind caught the door.” You apologized with your best effort to look sorry.

“Sorry,” He said, sitting up in his chair. “Just resting my eyes for a moment.”

“Of course.” You said.

“You’re the VIP in town,” He said, realizing who you were. You were sure they didn’t get very many visitors here. “I’ve made sure to have my best officer patrolling constantly while you are here just in case you get any unruly fans.”

“Very thoughtful of you.” You said. “I can see how hard at work you’ve been.” You couldn’t help making the comment but it seemed to go over his head.

“Of course, I take the safety of this town very seriously.” He said with a nod.

“I wasn’t here about myself though, I was interested in something I heard around town. They say that there’s been some missing girls in the past couple of years.” The man looked hesitant. You were sure that he was going to withhold information if you didn’t ask this right. “It’s just in my new story I have the same thing going on, I was hoping for some realism in the story and I hoped that a real-life sheriff like you could tell me how  the process of an investigation goes.”

The man’s face turned from cautious to interested.

“Of course I’d be happy to offer my experience.” He said sitting up straight. “I’ve been the sheriff of this town for nearly fifteen years now. I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s always been peaceful and quiet but four years ago one of the young women in the town went missing. Delany Rose, ah her parents are still so broken up about it. She was beautiful, always won the beauty pageant in town.”

You wondered how much competition there was for a beauty pageant in such a small town. 

“Her father owns the general store here, her mother well she’s quite the gossip in town but don’t tell her I said that. Delany was always a smart girl, quite the star, always seemed too big for this city. One night she was gone, the last person to see her was old Miss Kim. She saw her by the road that leads up to the manor on the hill.”

“Did you talk to the man who lives in the house?” You wondered.

“Ah well I spoke to a man there but he said he hadn’t seen her.”

“What about nearby towns? Did you ever see if she was there?” You asked.

“Ah well, the closest town is a bit of a ride so I never got around to it.” He said sheepishly.

“So the most you did was talk to people in town then?” 

“Well, yeah.” He said.

Maybe you should have expected a small town wouldn’t have a sheriff that was ambitious enough to solve the case of a missing girl but you had thought since there were so few people that they would care enough about each other to get to the bottom of things and find out what happened to one of their own. 

“So I presume that’s all you did for the others too?” You questioned.

“Yes.” He said. 

“Well thank you for your time.” You said with a sigh before leaving. Despite the only evidence being the missing girl being seen near the road that leads to the house on the hill that was all, they needed to accuse the man living there of kidnapping or killing young women.

It was shocking that they wouldn’t put more effort into people disappearing. So much for small towns caring.

As you walked back to the cottage you remembered him mentioning a woman that had seen the girl before she disappeared. You bookmarked her name in your head, maybe you could talk to her to get more information eventually. 

You spent the day editing what you had written so far but you couldn’t help the thought of the missing girls. Was he to blame? There wasn’t enough evidence to support it but at the same time, there was hardly enough investigation. Asking a man one question was hardly going to pull an answer from him. They should have at least searched the house. And he didn’t even check nearby towns, what if she had just moved without telling anyone?

The rest of the night was spent making dinner before curling up next to the fireplace with a book you had been meaning to read for a long time. 

No matter how much you pushed it off you couldn’t get rid of the thought of going back to the house. You did need to get your lantern back, granted you could easily buy a new one but you liked having an excuse to go back.

Maybe you were like Icarus, flying too close to the sun waiting for something horrible to happen before you stopped. They said curiosity killed the cat but people often forget that satisfaction brought it back.

In the least, if you died trying to solve a mystery and write a novel at least someone else could write a cool story about you. You made a mental note to write down everything in case you did die.

The next day came and you mentally prepared yourself to return to the manor. You considered doing it in the middle of the day, maybe it would seem less scary but you also thought it might be easier to spot you. Sneaking in and out in the dead of night sounded like a better plan. You weren’t exactly sure what you would find there but you hoped for the best.

After spending your day editing you waited for nightfall before heading out. The walk felt shorter the second time around, your steps less unsure. This time there was nearly no light, you hadn’t realized the cloud cover that was blowing in until the harsh wind reached you. The wind pushed your thin coat back along with your hair. You wished that you had brought a better coat with you but it was summer, you didn’t even think you’d need one at all.

Once you reached the same place you squeezed in through, you took a look around before entering the garden again. It looked the same for the most part, although it was harder to see. You found yourself tripping over stray pieces of stone that laid on the ground. 

After some searching you found the rose bushes where you had dropped your lantern the night before. That’s when the sky lit up with blinding light. Thunder roared as rain suddenly poured down. You had never seen a storm start so quickly in your life. It was no quaint storm either, just after one bolt struck another one did not far from the garden. 

Clutching your lantern you panicked, before you could move towards the exit a bolt struck the ground where you would have walked to leave.

There was only one option, to go inside the house. At this point nothing inside the house could be more terrifying than being struck by lightning. You told yourself that life was not like your stories, that the man living in this house was most likely just that, a man. 

As you ran to the door you hoped that proved true. Banging on the door in a panic you hoped someone would answer or else you would kick the door down yourself.

After what felt like an hour but was in reality only a few minutes, the door opened to reveal an older man in a suit. Not the white haired man you had spotted in the window the night before.

He looked bewildered, shocked even. 

“I’m so sorry, I got caught in the storm.” You quickly said. “I nearly got struck by lighting-”

“Come in,” He said, waving his hand. It seemed he was over his confusion at having a visitor and had become worried for you.

The house is something out of one of your novels. It’s elegant but looks forgotten to time. Despite it being clean and well kept, much unlike the outside, there’s something about it that feels empty. Maybe it’s the silence, a large house like this would only make sense if you had a family living here along with staff to care for everything. 

He ushers you from the entryway into a sitting room.

“Please sit,” You hesitate, you’re soaked to the bone from the onslaught of rain, you don’t want to ruin the furniture. “It’s okay,” He reassures.

Not wanting to be rude, you sit, thankful that things are going well so far. No murderous man living here, that you’ve encountered so far. 

The man looks at you for a moment unsure. “Let me speak to the lord of the house and I will return.” He said, before you could even ask a question he disappeared behind a door.

It’s odd sitting there freezing. All you had intended on doing was getting your lantern back and sneaking a few peaks at the manor but here you sat inside it. So far it was hardly the horror house that the town had made it out to be. 

A part of you is disappointed, you had hoped for a good mystery to inspire your next novel. It seemed you would have to take the bones of reality and embellish till you had something readable.

It’s not long before he returns, when he does he is carrying a few things. The most obvious is the tray of tea but it takes you a moment to notice the neatly folded clothes that he has. 

“The lord of the house requested I bring you some dry clothes and warm tea.” He said as he placed the tray on the table. “There’s a guest bath behind that door,” He gestures to one of the doors lining the room. “You are welcome to stay for the night, it seems the storm will continue for quite a while and it would be dangerous to travel home.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” The dry clothes that he hands you are a dream. Anything would be better than the freezing clothes you’re wearing now. You excuse yourself to change into the dry clothes. He was also kind enough to provide you a towel to dry yourself off with. By the time you return to the living room you feel like a new person. Sitting down you take a sip of the tea he’s made. It’s the perfect temperature after the time that’s passed.

“You’re new here,” He said, taking a seat across from you. You assume they don’t get visitors if his reaction to you at the door is any clue. He seems eager to chat despite you being a complete stranger who was trespassing. 

“I’m visiting,” You explain. “I write books for a living, I came here to write my next novel.”

“Oh, you write?” He asks. “I’ve read quite a few books, it’s really all there is to do in my spare time. What’s your name?” You tell him and see his eyes light up. “Oh! I love your novels so much, I’m quite the fan.”

It’s endearing, the way he rattles on about your plots and the guesses he had for the culprit in your books. It makes you happy to see someone give your work such thought. At the end of the day what gives you a living is the purchase but what keeps you motivated to write is how much people love what you write.

“If I’m being honest the reason I was up here was because this house is so mesmerizing,” You explain. “I’m trying to figure out the plot for my next book and this house keeps drawing me to it. I was hoping it would spark something for me.” You tell him. You watch as his eyes light up.

“Well, I can ask the lord of the house but if you want to see anything I could show you.” He says, almost as giddy as a child. “I would love to help if the lord doesn’t mind.”

“That would be quite the help.” You tell him. In reality,  the man who you saw in the window is what is drawing you here more than anything but at the same time you are amazed by the house. You had only seen a fraction but you would love a tour if it was offered. It would be the perfect setting for a novel and seeing it first hand would help leagues in describing it.

“The lord of the house-” You question. “What kind of man is he?”

“Ah, I shouldn’t say much. He’s a very private man.” He said, his demeanor shifting from excited to guarded in a moment’s time. “He’s a good man and that’s all I’ll say.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude. I’ve already done enough.” You said.

“I can take you to a guest room for the night-” He says.

“The couch is fine, I hate to bother you any more.” You explain.

“It’s okay-”

“The couch is fine.” You insist.

“Let me grab you some bedding then.” He said, not wanting to push it. 

He returned moments later with a pillow and blankets in arm. 

“If there’s anything else you need, please just give a shout and I’ll help you.” He said.

After he leaves it feels odd being in a stranger’s house alone. Especially such a grand one at that. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been to nice homes in your life, rich people were always throwing house parties and inviting you as some token guest. But this manor was different from the usual city mansion. It was far bigger than the ones in the city and the ornate decoration was unique.

You fixed the pillows and blankets onto the couch, gazing at the burning hearth for a moment. The candles that had been burning for light that hung from the wall suddenly went out and you felt yourself tensing in fear. Glancing at them you could see that the reason was that they had burnt to the bottom of their wick but it didn’t take away how ominous it had felt. 

The low light of the hearth was all that was left. You supposed it was good that it was darker so you could fall asleep. That’s what you told yourself as you laid down on the couch, getting comfortable.

Surprisingly you fell asleep quite fast. It seemed the night’s events had exhausted you enough. 

A creak in the floor boards wakes you from your sleep. The room is dark now, the embers in the fireplace barely glowing enough to illuminate the exposed brick surrounding it. Opening your eyes slowly you glance around the room without moving. 

There’s a shadow in the room with you, perhaps ten feet away from you and it’s taller than the small man who was the butler of the house. Your breath leaves your body as you paralyze in fear. Before fight or flight can kick in, the shadow leaves the room, creaking footsteps with it.

Finally you take the breath you had been holding and try to calm yourself. Was that the lord of the house? As the butler had referred to him. Was he going to do something to you? The thought of the missing girls comes to mind and you wonder just how stupid you are to have come here by yourself. Even if you did get out safe and the man was harmless you could have ended up in a really bad situation. 

Even more exhausted you fall asleep thinking of ways you could incorporate your eventful night into your novel. 

When you woke again the sun was streaming in through the window that wasn’t far from the couch you had slept on. The events of the previous night came to mind but in the light of day they felt less daunting. Had you just dreamed it? It wouldn’t be unheard of. You weren’t a stranger to odd dreams.

“Ah, good morning.” The butler said as he entered the room. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, thank you again.” You said.

“Would you like some tea or coffee? Anything for breakfast?” He asked.

“Oh no, that would be too much. I’ve already intruded enough.” You said, waving your hands.

“It would be no problem.” He said.

“It’s okay,” You said. “I should get home so I can get some work done.”

“Whatever works best for you, miss.” He said.

“Thank you, once again, for everything.” You said as you gathered yourself. “And give my regards to the lord of the house as well.”

“Of course.” He said.

After bidding a goodbye, you left, trekking down the hill. Not missing out on getting a look at the garden in daylight as you passed by.

It felt like a fever dream more than anything else, everything that had happened. You weren’t exactly sure what to think of it all. The only person you had met in the house was more than kind. No hint of anything suspicious or disturbing. But you wondered, had you really seen a shadowy figure in the night? Were there more mysteries to find in the manor?

There was that curiosity in you that was impossible to sate. A part of you that wanted any excuse to return and uncover more information. That’s when it hit you, what if you brought a gift to show your thanks? You were in fact very thankful, you didn’t know what would have happened if their doors hadn’t been opened to you and the butler had shown nothing but kindness. The least you could do was get a gift for him. If you happened to see anything else or find something out that would only be a bonus. 

You resolve to find a nice gift basket, although you remember you are in a small town that has next to nothing. You decided to go to the general store in town.

As you approach the store front you don’t miss the bulletin in front with papers that say ‘Missing Cat’ along with a very in depth description of a cat. All black except for a bit of white at the tails end along with the odd trait of an extra claw on his front paws. “Mr. Mittens.” You read to yourself. You recall someone mentioning the storekeeper was obsessed with their missing cat.

The encounter with the storekeeper is pretty much what you expected after interacting with some of the town’s character. She doesn’t miss a chance to mention her missing cat, asking you to keep an eye out. You hold your tongue at mentioning the cat’s been gone for months, did she really think she’d find it.

The store’s inventory is about what you’d expect but you manage to find enough decent things to make a gift basket that’s general enough to suit anyone’s likes. Taking the basket home you wonder if returning tomorrow is too soon. 

When you get home you don’t waste time in getting your desk setup to write. You feel inspired for the first time in a while and you know not to let that get away from you. Using your previous night as a template you write out some dramatic scenes making sure to embellish them as much as you can.

Using the day you manage to get a lot of work done. By the time it’s dinner you pack up your writing stuff and start making some food. You keep a window open at the cabin, hoping to hear a hint of the melancholy music you had heard before but it’s quiet for the night.

The next day you find yourself wondering when is an appropriate time to drop by. You don’t want to go too early but you also don’t want to make the walk up there in the dark again. After eating lunch you decide now is as good a time as any. 

Yesterday you had taken the time to put the gift basket together, it wasn’t anything impressive. Especially compared to what you would normally get as a gift in the city.  You hoped the assorted snacks would be enough of a thank you. 

When you knock on the door of the manor it opens with a loud creak. You glance around looking for any sign of the butler but he’s nowhere to be found. You step inside wondering if you should just leave it on the table in the entryway but you hear a gentle melody coming from further inside the house. 

You know you should leave, it’s the safe thing to do and the polite thing but you can’t stop your curiosity. It’ll be the death of you one day, you know it. 

As you walk into the living room you had slept in the other night you hear the music coming from upstairs, thankfully the staircase is easy to find. You walk with soft steps, hoping to avoid making too much noise. When you reach the second floor you can see a large black grand piano sitting at a large window that faces the garden.

On the bench you see a man with blond hair so light it almost looks white. In the sunlight you can see more of a yellow tone. You realize that this is most likely the man you had seen in the window. You get a bit closer before stopping where you are listening to the music he’s playing. It’s beautiful and sad at the same time. You had heard many musicians, on street corners, on big stages, but none had ever played you something that made you feel this way.

You move to take another step closer but you step on a squeaky floor board. The music comes to a stop with a clashing of notes. His head snaps to where you are, eyes wide in shock.

“I’m sorry,” You are quick to apologize. “The door was open, I came with a gift as a thank you for your hospitality the other night. I presume you’re the lord of the house?”

The gift basket is heavy in your arms. He stands stepping closer to you without a word. He examines the gift basket for a moment before taking it from your hands.

“I’m sorry for intruding, I really hate to bother you.” You said, it was hard not to ramble nervously in the awkward silence.

“Thank you,” He said, his voice soft. It would have been easy not to hear him.

This is probably the best chance you have to ask him about everything in the town, the rumors. There isn’t exactly an easy way to ask about missing girls when he’s the one people seem to blame. You wanted answers but you weren’t going to be rude to someone who had been kind enough to let you in on a stormy night.

“I’m new to town, I’m an author.” You explained, unsure of what else to say. “I’m trying to work on a new novel so I got away from the city to try and help for some inspiration.”

“What’s your name?” He asked. You tell him and he gives a thoughtful look. “I’ve never read any of your books but I haven’t seen a new book in a long time.” He explained.

“Ah well I’ve only been publishing books for about six years.” You explain. “I’ve been writing since I was a child though.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything but he does seem interested, to your surprise.

“Your butler, he’s a good man, very kind.” You said. “I know I already said it but I appreciate the hospitality. That was a nasty storm, do you get many here?”

“At times. The lake is large enough that it makes the storms worse.” He said.

“Speaking of your butler? Is he okay? I didn’t see him.” You asked.

“He just went into town, not this one, the bigger one nearby, for supplies.” He said.

“Ah, yes. The store here doesn’t have much.” You said. “And what it does have is rather marked up in price.”

There was a pause for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get going. I know you weren’t expecting anyone.” You said. “Thank you, again.”

He simply nodded.

“Good day.” You said as you retreated down the stairs.

“Good day.” His voice was quiet still as he said his good bye.

As you walked down the hill, wind gently ruffling your hair, you thought about the man you had spoken too. He was quiet but from what you could sense he was soft in demeanor, different but nothing about him seemed sinister as the town had depicted him as. You couldn’t get his gentle brown eyes that had hesitantly met yours out of your head.

Days passed and you worked more on your novel, in between you took walks on the lakeside and spoke to different townspeople. The census you got from everyone seemed to be the same. The only person who’s opinion seemed to differ was the teenager you had spoken to. It wasn’t uncommon for you to bump into them. You would ask some questions, they would answer candidly despite their indifferent demeanor and you would be on your way.

It was one day when you ran into them that they gave you a good lead on information. 

“If you want information, the person who’s seen the most here is old lady Mai. She’s lived here longer than anyone else. She knows more about anything than anyone else.” She said, “She’s out of town but it’s probably worth a trip to you.”

With that you didn’t hesitate to follow her directions. Maybe it was a bit of a stretch to follow a teenager’s directions to the outskirts of town but you wouldn’t say no to a lead even if it came up empty.

The house was old, that much was evident. But it wasn’t exactly run down, it looked like someone took care of the house. It was nestled far back in a forest outside of downtown about an hour’s walk away. 

Approaching the door, you knocked confidently. After a few moments you heard shuffling before the door opened. 

“Hello?” An older woman answered the door. She looked curious, no doubt unfamiliar with people knocking at her door.

“Hello, I’m sorry to bother you but I was hoping to talk to you if you had some time.” You said. “I’m an author doing research for a new book and I had some questions about this town. I was told you’ve lived here longer than anyone else.”

“I have, I know far more than most in this town.” She said, “Come in, ask your questions.” She said turning around with a wave of her hand inviting you in.

Without a question you followed her into the kitchen in her house, she gestured to a chair and you sat down. She grabbed a kettle from the stove, pouring two mugs on the table. She slid one over to you, keeping the other one. 

“What do you want to know?” She asked as she sat down. It seemed she was a straight-to-the-point kind of woman.

“Why does the town fear the man who lives in that manor so much?”

“It’s in the mayor’s best interest.” She says cryptically. You want to complain that she doesn’t answer directly but you appreciate the anticipation.

“Why would he care?” You ask.

“It goes back almost thirty years ago.” She explains. “Once upon a time the Min family was the heart of this town. Back then there were far more people living here too. He ran a business, a good one, out of Swan Hills. It made the town thrive. He took good care of the people who worked for him. The mayor used to work with him, he was an important man in the company but he was greedy. He wanted to take over after him but then he had a son and the mayor knew one day that the company would go to his son before it ever went to him.”

“And the Min family lived in the manor?” You ask but she is indifferent to your questions. 

“The mayor split off and made his own company but he was not a good business man on his own, he was too quick to cut corners and disloyal to the people that worked for him.” She explained. “Years later the Min family died in a boat accident, all except their son. He was too young at the time so the company went to his father’s trusted business partner but he moved the company into the city. After that most people left with no livelihood to be had here anymore. The city became desolate except for a small amount that stayed.”

“Did the mayor stay?” You asked. It seems this time she entertains your question.

“He left for the city with most. There he was able to get his business off the ground, much easier to scam people in a city with hundreds of thousands of people. Once he did well for himself he returned and became mayor after hours had passed. It seems he has some obsession with this town.” She said.

“It’s that easy to become mayor here?” You questioned.

“In such a small town a man with a lot of money has a lot of pull.” She said. “He invested in the area hoping to make it a landmark vacation spot, hoping people would buy the property he bought for far more than he got it for. The problem is most people who visit find the town run down and creepy, a big part due to the manor overlooking the town. The rumors the locals started about missing girls and dead animals drove everyone away. No one wants to visit much less buy anything to return to. He’s tried a lot but nothing works.”

“He’s a fool for trying to sell this place like some beach side spot.” You said.

“That’s why he invited you here no doubt, he probably hopes you’ll buy a home here so he can tell everyone a big author has a vacation home here. He’s desperate, he knows nothing will work for him.”

“So the man in the house, he’s the son of the man who died?” You asked.

“He is.” She answered. Your heart sank thinking back to him, thinking back to the sad music he plays. How long had he lived there with no one other than the butler with him?

“Thank you,” You said. “I truly appreciate your time. If you ever need anything, I’ll be in town for a while if you ever need anything. I’m in a cottage near the lakeside.”

“Thank you, it’s not often people find themselves out here. It’s nice to have some company.” She said.

After your goodbyes you returned to town thinking about everything you learned. It only seemed there was more to this mystery. The man that lived in the manor was evidently a lonely orphan who had been isolated from the world. That plus the time you had spent around him had made you even more endeared towards him. You found yourself wanting to clear his name of the awful rumors that had been spread about him but you didn’t think it was your place.

That didn’t mean you didn’t want to know more about him. That’s when you came up with the idea to bring him your books. You had brought with you a few extra copies of the novels you had written just in case you met anyone who might want to read them. You gathered that he might be a reader and if he hadn’t seen a new book in so long it might be something he would enjoy.

You gather the courage to visit again. With a small chest carrying all your books you make the trek up the hill to the manor in the afternoon. Knocking on the door, the butler answered after a moment. He looked surprised by your appearance. 

“Oh, miss. Good to see you again.” He said. “Can I help you?”

“I just wanted to stop by to drop this off for-” You realized that you still hadn’t learned the man’s name. “-for the lord of the house.”

“Ah yes, Mr. Min.” He said. “Come in, let me notify him.”

Standing in the entry way you waited for the man to return. What surprised you was instead of the butler returning, the man with blond hair returned. He looked cautious but you figured if he came out to see you rather than having his butler talk to you it meant something.

“Hey, I’m sorry to bother you again.” You said, setting the chest on the table there. “I brought you some of my novels, if you were interested.”

He looked at you for a moment before looking at the chest. He unhooked the latch, opening it taking in the books there.

“You can read them in any order, they are stand-alones.” You explained. Just as you moved to gesture at one of the books you were startled by a cat jumping onto the table. 

“Sorry,” He said.

The cat let out a small meow looking to you for attention. It was black with white at the tip of it’s tail but what caught your attention was the paws, it had an extra claw. That’s when it clicked, this was the cat the lady at the general store claimed was missing. It seemed it was here all along.

“Is this your cat?” You asked curious if it was the same cat, it would be odd if it wasn’t.

“He showed up one day in the garden.” He said. “I pet him for a while but when I went inside he meowed at the door non-stop. Ever since then he has moved in.”

“The woman in town claims this cat is missing, blames you for killing it.” You said, feeling out if he had heard all the claims the town has made. The look on his face is blank, he doesn’t seem shocked.

“A lot of people claim a lot of things.” He said, his gaze on the cat as he ran his fingers along it’s pelt.

“It seems that way.” You said. “If you read the books, I’d love to hear what you think about them.”

“Thank you.” He said. 

“Before I go, I realize I never got your name.” You said remembering before you left without it again.

“Yoongi.” He said. “Min Yoongi.”

When you receive a letter a few days later you’re surprised. The only person who has this address is your manager and it’s not from him. The letter is sealed with an ornate wax seal. Opening it you realize it’s from Yoongi. It’s an invitation for dinner. It was the last thing you expected but it had you excited. What had started off as interest for inspiration was quickly turning into personal interest and you found yourself thinking of any excuse to go back to that manor to see him.

You find yourself at the door to the manor yet again. You hadn’t brought any outfits that would suit a nice dinner you were used to in the city but you assume that this wouldn’t be as formal. You hope at least.

“Good to see you again,” The butler answers the door with a smile. You wonder if you’re the first guest since the Min family passed. You wonder if they ever saw anyone other than each other.

“Thank you for having me.” You said.

“The lord of the house insisted.” He said. “It’s nice to host someone for a meal, it’s been ages.”

The butler leads you into the dining room, pulling a seat out for you. You thank him as you sit down.

“He’ll be here in a moment, let me get the appetizer.” He said before leaving out of a door that was opposite of the way you came in. 

It was uncomfortably silent as you waited but after a few moments the door opened, a different one than the butler had used. In walked Yoongi, he was dressed far nicer than you, in a sleek black blazer and a white shirt under. 

“I’m glad you could come.” He said with a small bow before sitting down. 

“Thank you for inviting me.” You replied.

Just then the butler returned with the appetizer, setting it down on the table.

“That smells amazing.” You said. “Thank you.”

The two of you started eating, you were thinking about what to say but before you could Yoongi spoke, surprising you.

“I read your books.” He said. “I enjoyed them.”

“Oh, which ones?” You asked. 

“All of them.” He said plainly. It had only been a few days since you had given him the books. 

“Really?” You said surprised.

“I haven’t read a new book in forever, I was a bit excited.” He said, sounding almost boylike. You let out a small laugh.

“Well I hope they were good compared to the classics. I know modern literature can be lacking in comparison at times.”

“I found it refreshing. I couldn’t put them down.” He said.

He explained his opinion of each book at your request. He explained the characters that he liked and the twists that shocked him. He was honest about certain points in the book but overall was very impressed with them. You loved anytime you could talk to someone about your books.

“What is the novel you’re working on now about?” He asked.

“Well, actually I was struggling for a long time on what to write but when I heard the rumors in the town about your manor and well, about you I thought it was a good idea for a story. Granted, I’m exaggerating a lot for the book.” You explained. You were hesitant, you hoped he wasn’t offended by what you were writing about. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to burst out laughing. It’s a few moments before he stops laughing.

“Sorry, I just- That’s the last thing I would have expected.” He said, still a bit breathless from his laughter. He’s cute when he laughs, you think to yourself. He’s cute when he’s all mysterious but you ignore that thought.

“I’m sorry, I hope it doesn’t offend you. If it bothers you I can change the plot-”

“No, no.” He assures you. “It’s just you’ll find that the reality is quite boring in comparison to what the town talks about.”

“And what is the reality?” You question. You didn’t think it would be so easy to get to the bottom of it all. 

“The animals they claim I’ve killed are just animals that grew tired of their owners and made their way up here.” He explained. “I’ve fed them and they’ve chosen to stay here.”

“I can see that from Mr. Mittens.” You mention the cat you saw here the other day.

“And the girls that have gone missing aren’t dead or trapped in my basement, they were just people who hated small towns and wanted bigger things in life.” He explained.

“That is true.” The butler said as he stepped in with two plates of food. “I’ve run into them in the bigger towns around here on my supply runs. They’re doing quite well for themselves.”

“I figured as much, I spoke to the sheriff about it and he said he hadn’t searched any further than the town.” You said. “I’m not surprised, reality rarely is as dramatic as novels. Which is for the better more often than not.”

The dinner goes well, Yoongi is more talkative once you get him going. He feels more open, you wonder if him reading your work is what spurred this on. Although your novels might seem far away from your personality they are a unique insight into how your brain works. Perhaps knowing more about you through your books puts him at ease. 

You insist that the butler eats with you but he insists he had already eaten before preparing the meal for you. 

After sitting and talking for quite a while following dinner, Yoongi offers to move into the sitting room. On a couch in front of the hearth you talk for hours more. It’s only when you both grow tired that you think about going home.

As he walks you to the door he asks if you feel comfortable walking home in the dark. A kindness considering he knows of your late night adventures through his back yard. You can tell a part of him wants to offer to walk you home as he walks you to the gate but you can see the discomfort creep onto his face as he nears the edge of his property. Had he left the brick walls that surrounded the house since his parents had died?

“If you even want to, you could write here.” He offered as you get ready to part ways. “It might help, with inspiration.” He says.

“Thank you, that’s a kind offer.” You say. You wonder if it’s just an excuse to see you again. You hope. “I would like to take you up on that.”

“Anytime you want, morning, afternoon, evening.” He said.

“Thank you,” You tell yourself that it would no doubt help to write here but you know you would take any excuse to see him again. For a moment you wonder how he’s managed to capture your attention so quickly outside of the interest you held for your novel.

You don’t hesitate to return. You come with a typewriter and notebooks in tow. Yoongi offers a few different places for you to set up but you choose the spot in the room with his piano. 

At first he gives you distance, quiet to write, which you appreciate but you enjoy it even more when he comes in with a tray of tea. You don’t miss that it seems something the butler would do instead. He sits with you and asks about your writing but the conversation moves quickly to other things. 

You return the next day, and the next. Yoongi gives you less space but you li

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Work had been long and unfruitful. Everything you had tried to achieve had been thrown back in your face. You’re close to tears when you trudge through the front door of the house you share with your husband. To your dismay he is nowhere to be found. You settle yourself on the sofa wearing only one of your husbands oversized shirts. You’d grabbed a sandwich and soda on the way, unwilling to put anymore effort into your day. You must have fallen asleep like that because the next thing you know Yoongi is crouched in front of you stroking your hair.

“Long day my love?” he asks moving to sit at the end of the sofa, laying your legs out on top his lap. He grabs one of your feet and kneads the days stress away as he listens to you vent. When you finish ranting you can feel all the tension drain from your body. You move to get closer to him, wanting nothing more then to make him feel better too, but he stops you.

“Tonight, I just want to make you feel good princess, can you let me do that?” his eyes search yours looking for approval and you nod, submitting fully to whatever he had planned. He continued kneading your feet, bending his head to press soft kisses all the way up to your ankles. Slowly his hands worked their magic all the way up calves to your thighs. His touch was unparalleled. Occasionally he would bring his fingers close to your core making you shiver but never quite touching you. Eventually he shifts you, so he is sat behind you, your head lying back on hi shoulder as he bites small marks into your neck. Massaging your shoulders and whispering sweet affirmations in between nips.

“you’re so pretty angel… look how easily you mark for me… you’re so precious to me…. I love you so much y/n” each phrase makes the blush on your face deepen; praise is not new from Yoongi, but it made you feel special every time. You moan at a particularly sharp bite and he uses the opportunity to slip a finger into your mouth, you suck on instinct. He watches you eagerly. Loving how you were always ready to please him even when it was supposed to be all about you.

He took the, now spit covered, finger from your mouth and moved it between your legs, using the moisture to rub at your hardened nub. You rut into his hand excited from the sudden escalation of the massage you’d been receiving.  He chuckles at your impatience and brings his other hand down to play with your folds, dragging two of his fingers through your arousal. Once coated he plunges both inside of you, your hole burning with the sudden intrusion. The sweet mix of pleasure and pain pushed you closer and closer to your high. Your reaction only served to encourage your husband, as he moved his hands faster and faster. Your legs shake as you reach your climax, fresh arousal coating Yoongi’s hand. When he is sure you are finished, he removes his fingers from you and licks them clean.

“Wait here angel, I’m going to run you a bath,” he lays you back on the sofa and hurries off in the direction of the bathroom.

Kinktober

Masterlist

6 of the kinktober slots are still open for requests!

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of past hoseok x reader

summary:Min Yoongi saves a life and then has sex. Is it the best choice? No. Does he do it anyway? Yeah.

warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug use, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, mentions of past cheating, smut (oral, m and f receiving)

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Fuck it.

He had to do something. Yoongi stood up, grabbing his phone. His white t-shirt got caught in the chair and he stumbled, cursing at himself. He was a mess already and nothing had happened yet. He grabbed his black sweatpants and yanked them on, opening his door with purpose. Being in limbo wasn’t going to help him, so it was time to take the situation in his own hands. He strode to her door, heart pounding in his chest.

Get a grip, he scolded himself.

He tapped his knuckle against her door, saying her name loudly. Startled by his own volume, he lowered his voice, chewing on his lower lip as he spoke.

“Hey, I want to show you my mixtape. If that’s okay with you,” he finished awkwardly, wincing. He should have thought about what to say. There was a long silence. He pressed his lips together. He was losing his nerve. Each second felt like an eternity.

And then he heard the rustle of fabric. He could sense a form on the other side of the door. For some reason, he lifted his hand and touched the wood, knowing it was the only thing separating them now.

“The song… the song we worked on. I really want you to hear it.” Please.

He heard the lock turn and the door opened. The eyes that looked at him, he would remember for the rest of his life. Bloodshot, giant black pools that threatened to swallow him alive and a sadness he knew all too well. Her hands were stuffed into the sleeves of her huge grey sweatshirt and the matching long shorts made her look even smaller, a tiny thing quivering in her doorframe.

He was tall enough to see past her, into her room. It was a neat room, except for the low table at the foot of her bed. The tabletop was covered in photos that he couldn’t quite see. And in the center was a glass palette.

With ten lines of white powder.

His eyes widened. Panic shot through his veins and he grabbed her collar, inspecting her face, her nose, dragging her into the room. She didn’t even fight him, a dead weight in his hands. Her expression was lifeless, tired.

“How much?” he scowled, “How much did you take? Tell me!”

“I didn’t take any yet,” she replied calmly. Too calmly.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled. “You’re a drug addict.”

“I am not lying.”

His panic was thinning out into anger and confusion. And then she said it.

“I’m not a drug addict, Yoongi. I’m trying to die.”

He froze.

“W-what?”

He looked down again, at the pictures. They were pictures of two people. She was smiling in those photos, eye bright and reflective with the fullness of life. She looked younger, happier. Her arms wrapped around a young man, who had an equally bright smile, heart-shaped and cheerful.

It was slowly sinking in. He let her go, eyes scanning over the photos. Pictures of them in matching outfits. Pictures holding hands. Pictures of them kissing. He looked back to her and she was staring at the photographs too.

“Aren’t they nice?” She whispered softly. “They’re such nice pictures. He always took good pictures, my sunshine.” She chuckled darkly, an ugly sound. “But photos only highlight of the good times. They don’t show the bad times.” Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. “They don’t show his coke habit. They don’t show me enabling his habit, becoming a runner so he could have easier access. They don’t show me begging and pleading, doing degrading things so he can get another dose.”

Her hands went to head. She gripped her hair, breaking his heart with every word.

“I killed him as much as he killed himself.”

The information hit him like a truck. Speechless, he began to piece things together. The signs were there from the beginning and he didn’t even think about it because he would have never fathomed this in his wildest dreams. Guilt and comprehension hit him all at once. She could have kept the door locked and snorted the cocaine. What if he hadn’t chosen this moment? What if he had waited ten more minutes? She could have overdosed and he wouldn’t have known until days later.

But she had opened the door. She opened the door and let him see.

“What happened?” he murmured quietly.

She threw her hands out of her hair, nails raking down her face and neck. “We had a stupid fight. I told him I would be there to help him detox. We tried,” she wailed, throwing her fists against the wall. “He was shivering and pleading and exhausted. He told me he couldn’t do it. I told him he could if he actually tried and he blew up, telling me I didn’t understand.” Her voice was a panicked ramble as if she was reliving that night. He wasn’t even sure if she remembered he was there anymore. “He kept yelling at me, saying all I had to do was call Seokjin and throw myself at him. I said I was done being Seokjin’s whore just so he could get high. He stormed out, screaming that he would get his own.” She slammed her fists against the wall, screaming into it. The sound chilled Yoongi to the bone. She continued, blind to his presence. “I should have chased after him.” She slid to the floor, knees smacking the hardwood hard. “I should have gone. But I was so tired. I was so tired of it.” Her voice dropped.

“I was tired of him and it haunts me every day.”

He swallowed. It was obvious she had never said this aloud before to anyone.

“Next thing I know, he’s dead because of dirty coke.” She shuddered, arms covering her head. “I handed him a dishonorable death and I didn’t even go to his fucking funeral.”

“Why… not?” he asked softly.

She cackled, a terrible sound. “Why would I go? I never met his family. I was his drug dealer.”

He turned to the pictures. “It looks like you were his girlfriend.”

She finally looked up at him. Her glare was so sharp it could cut steel. “And what if they found out? Mom, Dad, meet my girlfriend who also gives me access to cocaine,” she scoffed.

They stared at each other, but they weren’t looking at each other. She was looking at her own demons, her own past. Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to look into pain in those dark orbs. It took him several minutes before he could speak again.

“You still deal, don’t you?”

Her voice was as distant as her stare. “You don’t get out that easily.”

They stayed like that for a moment. He had to do something. Anything.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi sat down on her floor. She didn’t turn her head to look at him. Weirdly enough, the moment didn’t feel as alien to him as it should have. Maybe it was because he too had been at this road as well, although at that time he hadn’t quite formed a plan on how to follow though. He didn’t know what he would have done if the resources had been available.

“Do you remember,” he murmured, trying to keep the anxiousness out of his voice. “Do you remember that time where you gave me advice on what to wear for that concert?” He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. “You made fun of my clothes and hair back then.”

Her eyes shifted to him. He continued, voice a little stronger now that he had her attention.

“You also brought me chicken that night and left me a note, wishing me well.” He smiled at the memory, holding her gaze now. “I wanted to tell you back then.” He wanted her to know. “Thank you.”

She didn’t laugh. She didn’t make fun of him. She looked a little taken aback.

He scratched his cheek, pressing his lips together before he spoke again. “I couldn’t tell you then, but back then, I really couldn’t afford to eat sometimes.” Without realizing it, he felt his eyes water. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. “Remember that time you were making beef and my stomach growled so loud that you laughed?” He chuckled, a small smile on his lips. “It was a great laugh. I’ll remember it always.”

Her shoulders trembled with uncertainty. “Why… why are you telling me this?”

“Because I didn’t then. And I should have.” He looked deep, deep into those eyes. “I should have said something because I am grateful to you.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I didn’t do anything.”

“No, you did.” He caught her eye again, preventing her from looking at the ground. “You gave me a chance when no one did and I won’t forget it.”

She was silent. He hoped she allowed herself to understand. He was no knight in shining armor; he couldn’t make her mind see what he saw. It wasn’t that simple and he knew that. He also knew that humans had vices. Humans fell into patterns and they believed in them, even if they were senseless to other people. He was guilty of that too.

She was so close and yet so far. No. She was actually getting closer. Leaning towards him, looking into his eyes. Maybe her eyes weren’t so dark after all. They didn’t seem so dark when she was close like this. Her lips were slightly parted, so full and pink. He didn’t move. She stopped, centimeters from his face. She began to pull back and he grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

It was a terrible idea. He replied before she could say anything.

“I don’t care.”

He closed the distance himself, pressed his lips to hers. You’re a rebound, this isn’t going to cure depression, this doesn’t discount the fact that she’s a fucking drug dealer – he pushed all those thoughts aside because he did not care. Her hand gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him roughly. He held her arms as she climbed into his lap, igniting him with wild kisses, stealing his breath. She sucked on his tongue, making him moan, letting him go to kiss his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. His hands slid down her arms, finding her ass and pressing his fingers into the fabric of her shorts.

“Yoongi…” His name like a prayer falling from her lips.

It was wrong, so wrong, but he wanted it so bad.

Her lips pressed against his earlobe, making him shudder. Her tongue laced around his earring, tugging lightly, making him shiver. If it wasn’t real, he didn’t want to know. If it wasn’t right, he didn’t want to believe it. Her teeth nibbling on his ear, making him moan. Her hands slid up his shirt, fingertips against his chest. Such thin hands but they seemed to feel all of him, setting his skin ablaze.

His fingers hooked the elastic of her shorts and pulled them down, dragging her underwear down with them. She kicked them off herself, getting on her knees, kissing down his neck, sucking the sensitive skin. It hurt a little but he barely registered it, cupping her bare skin with his palms.

He whispered her name pleadingly. She looked up, breathless, locking eyes with him.

“You should stop me,” he panted.

One final warning because he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself anymore. One final moment where they could turn back and maybe not do this.

She cupped his face in her hands, pressing her forehead against his.

“I really don’t want to, Yoongi.”

She kissed him, throwing caution to the wind. He reciprocated, sliding his hand up her back. Her skin was so soft, cool against his heat. He unhooked her bra with one hand, attempting to tug her sweatshirt off. She slid out of it, pushing it aside, leaving her naked over him. He looked over her body, scars dotting her skin as thin white lines. Lithe and strong, holding the weight of her past on her shoulders. He licked his lips, pulling his shirt over his head, letting it drop beside them. He looped an arm around her waist, pressing her against him, shuddering as he felt her nipples press against his chest.

“Who knew you were hiding such amazing breasts under those clothes,” he teased, voice low. Her cheeks flushed red and she gave him an indignant look.

He turned them over, putting her on her back. He kissed down her neck, licking her collarbones slowly, tongue dipping in between them. Down the curve of her breast, tongue leisurely teasing the tip of her nipple. She whimpered, one of her hands in his hair. His free hand traced her side, feeling the fullness of her hips. She tasted so good, better than his dreams, better than he imagined. He sucked, enjoying her soft mewls and cries. He dug his fingernails into her hip, holding her down as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her hand tightened in his hair, curling the black locks around her fingers.

He stopped, smirking above her nipple. “Is that why you said I would look better with longer hair?”

Her cheeks and ears reddened. Fuck, she was so cute. She spoke, surprising him.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, voice quivering.

He dragged himself up her body, pressing his clothed hips in between her legs, letting her feel his erection.

“I like it,” he drawled, his lips brushing against hers. “Lose yourself to me.” Let me take care of you, even if it’s only in this moment.

His hand ran down her body, grabbing her hips and shoving them against his, grinning as he felt her wetness smear against the crotch of his pants. She moaned, her back arching, a moment he burned into his mind. He kissed down her chest again, tongue lapping her nipples. Her fingers raced up the back of his neck, tangling themselves in his hair once again. He kissed down her stomach, his lips against her soft skin. He could smell it now, the heavy scent of her sex. He spread her thighs wide, fingers dipping into her flesh. He buried his nose into it, moaning as his lips tasted her, stickiness coating his cheeks and chin. A slow, languid lick of her slit made her cry out his name. He teased her lips apart with his tongue, rubbing the tip against her walls. Like honey, her taste coated his senses. He felt drunk off her taste alone. His tongue expertly traced circles around her clit, not quite touching it, but telling her he was avoiding it deliberately.

“Yoongi…” she whined. Her hand pressed against his head, trying to push him down. “Please.”

He brushed his nose against her clit, lifting his head slightly. She whimpered and he grinned.

“Please what?” he purred. His voice was deep with lust. “I want to hear it.”

He couldn’t help it. He wanted to hear her desire for him in words.

She pouted. “Touch my clit.”

He reached between her legs and pressed a single finger against the sensitive spot. She flinched, making him grin. He rubbed, slowly, slowly.

“Like this?” he teased. Her other hand was clutching in the white t-shirt. His.

She gasped as he increased the pace, not moving too widely, but concentrating the vibrations of his hand on her clit. Her hips twisted but he held them down, watching her come undone in front of him, head thrown back as he rubbed faster. Moaning his name, chasing her orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he breathed against her skin. “Cum all over my hand.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, stifling her scream as she came onto his hand, liquid coating his fingers suddenly. He immediately replaced his hand with his mouth, licking furiously. It was so intoxicating that he closed his eyes, moaning into her pussy as he lapped up her juices, pressing his tongue against her clit. Her hips bucked and he held her still, feverishly licking the sensitive nub. She gasped, shoving her hips against his mouth.

“Fuck, Yoongi, fuck!”

He flicked his tongue against her clit mercilessly, holding her thighs apart firmly so she couldn’t close her legs. Her back arched so high and tight he was afraid she was going to snap.

“Fuuuuck, Yoongi!”

His name punctuated her orgasm, hips shaking as she flooded his mouth. He sucked up her juices greedily, sticking his tongue inside her and feeling her walls clamp around his tongue. Sweat clung to his brow and back but he didn’t care. He lifted his head, a perverse satisfaction coming over him as he watched the string of her juices following his chin before snapping.

She lay against the floor, panting, a little hoarse. He crawled back up to her face and she kissed him without hesitation. If this was sin, he would happily go to hell.

They broke apart, his forehead resting against hers, hands on either side of her.

“Yoongi…”

Please say my name again and again. “Yeah?”

“Let me take care of you too.”

She pushed him, gently, and he obliged, taking her hand as she nudged him to standing position. He saw the table out of the corner of his eye but he looked away. She hooked her fingers along the sides of his pants and pulled them down, freeing his semi-hard erection. He looked down at her. She reached up and circled her fingers around his cock, holding it loosely. He felt it twitch at the attention of someone new.

A small smile. She leaned forward and pressed her soft lips against his balls. He shivered at the strange sensation. Normally girls would go straight for the dick. She pressed the flat of her tongue against his balls and licked him all over. His skin erupted in goosebumps, stunned by the pleasure of her tongue wrapping around his balls and taking them in her mouth. He watched in fascination as she looked up at him, balls deep in her mouth and her hand wrapped around his cock.

He breathed her name, amazed.

She bobbed her head up and mouth, slowly stroking him. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest, sliding down her breasts. He could see precum leaking out of the head and she casually spread it around with one finger, making his knees weak. He moaned as she removed her mouth from his balls. She guided him to her mouth, holding him in place as she ran her tongue over the head. He shut his eyes, seeing stars.

“Shit, I’m going to fuck your face at this rate,” he hissed.

He heard her small, “Heh.” And then she engulfed him with her mouth, hot, wet, lips tightening around his cock as she took him in. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. She went deep, so deep the head pressed against the back of her throat. He didn’t know how she had the skill to go so deep and, honestly, he didn’t want to know. She sucked him slowly, but each time she went down, the head of his cock scraped the roof of her mouth, increasing the sensitivity each time. He kept his hands flat against the wall, not wanting to grab her head and ruin her pace. One hand held his cock steady as the other cupped his slippery balls, smearing the saliva all over them.

It was so wet, so hot that he was sure he was going insane.

She sped up, sucking harder. Groans tore from his throat, legs shaking from the intense pleasure. He tried his best to keep his hips still, not wanting to accidentally choke her and cause her to stop.

“F-fuck me,” he moaned, feeling her tongue wrap around the head and her lips tightening around him. He couldn’t think straight anymore. He gasped her name and shot his orgasm into the back of her throat, sensing her hands releasing him suddenly. They gripped his thighs as she swallowed, the sound so audible and obscene that his cock twitched with desire despite being spent.

They stayed like that for a moment, her tongue gently encircling him. His cock left her lips with a soft plop, lips shiny with saliva. He slid to the floor, their clothes a mess around them. His chest heaved with effort. She was breathing hard too, staring at him.

He licked his lips and leaned in, kissing her gently. She clung on to the kiss, inhaling his scent.

When they broke apart, they locked eyes, the obviousness of their inappropriate moment hanging between them. He was a little ashamed, sitting naked in her room, having sex after what was almost a suicide attempt. He was still breathing hard, heart beating fast from anxiety and arousal.

He wanted to hold her. He wanted to give her everything and more. He wanted to be the light in her eyes, but that was a foolish thought, a pipe dream, and a promise he didn’t know if he could keep.

Still, he wanted.

But somehow, those eyes didn’t look so dead anymore. Somehow, they were really looking at him, not just through him. She wordlessly scooted towards him and placed her head against him, ear against his chest. He wrapped her arms around her protectively, resting his head on her hair. From this position, he could see the sun tattoo that was underneath her left shoulder blade. Behind her beating heart. It was a simple tattoo, a circle with dashes around it. He traced it with his fingertip absentmindedly. He could guess who it was for.

She wrapped her arms around his waist. Held him like she was never going to let go.

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masterpost

pairing(s):yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader

summary:Min Yoongi is falling hard, but he’s not making much progress. Kim Seokjin is lovable is a weird way. Jeon Jungkook makes bad choices and we try to keep him alive, until he’s too intuitive that is.

warnings:non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug and alcohol use, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts

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When Yoongi heard her door open, his head whipped around from the kitchen. He had been in the middle of cutting some green onions. She emerged from her room like an animal from a cage. Black long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, carrying a tan shopper’s bag. She didn’t seem to notice him, engrossed in her thoughts as she rummaged through the bag for a moment.

He felt he had to say something. Anything.

“Do you know where the scissors are? I can’t find them,” he called.

She looked up, blinking at him. Her hair was half-tied back, lashes dark and smokey but her lips were a peach-pink instead of the red she commonly wore. And those dark, dark eyes. He looked away from them, fixating on the wall next to her head.

“Ah, Yoongi, you didn’t use the kitchen scissors for a package, did you?” she replied, somewhat exasperatedly. “Or maybe I misplaced them…”

She hurried over, opening the drawers one by one. He noticed her nails were red and black striped. They weren’t before – she must have done them herself. She opened each drawer hurriedly but delicately, accentuating her long fingers. He had a sudden image of those nails raking down his back, pinpricks of pain clouding his mind–

“Here they are.” She placed the scissors next to the cutting board and he nodded hurriedly to make the image disappear.

“Thanks.” It came out terser than he wanted it to but she seemed not to notice. She was slipping black gloves on her hands as she turned away.

“Don’t forget to open the window when you cook meat,” she reminded. She must have seen the steak on the counter.

“I’ll remember.”

He could hear her putting on her shoes. His heart pounded mercilessly in his chest. He took a deep breath and turned around, her name falling from his lips breathlessly.

She raised her eyebrows at him as she put on her black face mask.

“Do you… know how to sing?”

-

Listening to the weekly rundown as a lot like listening to a teacher’s lecture. She stood in that room once again, except Seokjin was pacing, reading off his notebook as he recited the names, times, and places she needed to be. How much to bring. How much they would give.

She could remember it all quite well at this point, but that didn’t mean she needed to look at him. She didn’t need to look at his pretty dark hair covering half of his forehead or his well-fitted pale pink shirt and tailored white pants that were mysteriously not see-through. Just focus on the people. Times. Places. Not Kim Seokjin.

“Are you listening?” he was saying sharply.

“Of course, I am,” she replied automatically. “You just said Jungkook, 2300, at that god-awful club I hate going to.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips. “That’s my Moon.”

Please stop, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. She did not like these mental invasions and conjuring ideas in her head. He was doing it on purpose. He was planting them in her mind on purpose.

“Moon.”

She jumped. Somehow, he was right next to her.

“You seem to be on autopilot today,” he observed. He was wearing a pair of round glasses that he definitely did not need. Aesthetics, he would say if she asked.

“I’m not.” It was a stubborn response. He raised his brow at it.

“I cannot have you airheaded. I’ll have someone else pick up your week,” he said sternly.

Her eyes went wide and she grabbed his left arm, shaking her head furiously. “No. No, Seokjin, I’m fine. I can do it.” She squeezed his upper arm, looking up at him. Don’t take this away from me.

And then, Seokjin did something uncharacteristic.

He winced.

She let go immediately. She had felt… something under there. And then, through the light fabric, she realized there was a bandage wrapped around his bicep. Even a bump of flattened gauze.

“You… got injured?”

He scoffed. “It’s just a scrape.”

She looked up at him. No one bandaged scrapes. Not like that. She hadn’t managed to feel it enough to determine if it was a gunshot wound or a cut. He seemed annoyed and his features hardened. He wasn’t going to say what it was even if she asked. 

“Who did it?”

A small smile appeared on his lips. “I’m fine, my darling. Are you worried?”

“I wanted to know if I should be worried,” she snapped.

He chuckled and placed a hand on her head. She tried to angrily swat it away but stopped as soon as his sentence finished.

“I’m trying my hardest to stay alive for you.”

-

“It’s just a demo, there’s no need to–”

“No, no, I want to do this right. It should sound good if you’re going to present this to a company.”

Yoongi readjusted the headset on his ears and sighed. They had been at it for a little while now. He had helped her warm up her voice, match pitch, recorded a little, but all in all, her voice sounded a little too robotic. It wasn’t her fault – she wasn’t a singer after all, only his roommate helping him out for one song. He could have attempted to sing it himself but he knew it wouldn’t have the feel he wanted.

Their makeshift setup was a table between them, her face right in front of the mic, his computer and monitors beside him.

She had the lyrics in front of her, hand on her lips, mouthing the words.

“Yoongi… is this about you?” she asked quietly.

A sudden embarrassment came over him. He bit his lip and looked away, fixating on the floor.

“Well… yeah,” he confessed. “It’s about how I feel. About the push and pull of dreams, what it means to have a dream, feeling trapped because maybe my dream wasn’t what I thought it was. Or maybe… maybe I don’t have one anymore.”

It was hard to say out loud what it was really about, but his lyrics were crystal clear.

She took a deep breath. Closed her eyes. Remembered her whole world, her sunshine and her planet, the one she had turned into her reason for living. The beautiful heart-shaped smile, the silly laugh. The times when she sat next to the record player and watched him dance to the music. Who needed a sofa when a dance floor was more important?

He sensed a shift in her demeanor. He looked up from the floor to see her closed eyes, clenched hands on top on the papers he had scribbled his lyrics on. He wondered what she was thinking about.

Music, she had always thought, was fun. It had brought her joy until it didn’t. She had agreed to this because, to be honest, she had been curious about what he was working on. But she hadn’t expected Min Yoongi to write something so vulnerable and relatable.

She opened her eyes.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

It was the strangest thing. Her eyes were like black glass, shimmering. When she sang, it was clear and heavy at the same time. Heavy with emotion, a longing he couldn’t place.

“So far away…”

-

“You wear glasses?”

Yoongi looked up from the kitchen counter. He had been staring at his phone, a yellow notepad on the counter as he scribbled notes. “Oh. No, I just thought…” He shrugged, taking them off his face. “I thought they would get me into the lyric writing mood,” he trailed off awkwardly. “They were cheap and I figured it couldn’t hurt to try.”

She gestured to him as she took a glass out of the cabinet. “Put them back on. They make you look studious.”

He laughed dryly, putting them back on hesitantly. “Yeah, but do they make me look attractive?”

“Yes.”

He froze. That was not the answer he expected. He stared at his notepad pointedly. For some reason, he couldn’t bear to look up and see her expression. He didn’t want to see her stifling a giggle or smirking at him.

“Are you not finishing the song we were working on?”

He chewed on his lip and lifted his head, seeing her standing on the far side of the kitchen, looking at him curiously. No teasing smile on those pink lips. As far as he could see, she wasn’t making fun of him.

“I am finishing it. It… takes time.” And I don’t like confronting that part of myself. He tried to play it off, but he knew it wasn’t working. It was making everything more awkward.

She nodded, her dark flowy waves spilling over her shoulders. Then she gestured to the space between them, looking apologetic. “Oh, I’m not avoiding you or anything,” she said hurriedly, rubbing the back of her head. “I don’t want to read any of your unfinished lyrics… I know that stuff can be private. You might not want me to see them.”

“Oh…” He continued chewing on his lip. It was a bad habit. “That’s respectful of you.”

She cringed a bit as if she hadn’t meant to say anything. “Ah, well, you know… I don’t want to accidentally see anything you’re not ready to share yet.”

It was the strangest feeling of déjà vu. It was almost as if he was looking into a mirror, but that was impossible, because her eyes were dark glass that reflected nothing. It came and went, leaving him wondering what he was supposed to infer from that moment. Then he realized the hands holding the glass were black gloves. Ripped straight leg black jeans and a huge black hoodie with a black sweatshirt underneath. She suddenly reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

“I’ll wash my glass when I get back, okay? I have to go.”

He cleaned her glass after she left. There were no other dishes. He washed it carefully, looking into the clear crystal, seeing through it but also seeing nothing at all.

-

Something was wrong.

“Come on, Moon-noona.”

Hands clawing at her sweatshirt, dragging her closer in the cramped private room of the club she hated, but she was too distracted with something else. She grabbed his hands before they could slide up.

“Jungkook, what have you been taking?”

He chuckled, sliding across the wall, batting his lashes at her. His pupils were unfocused, brown irises quivering.

“Fun shit.”

He laughed and laughed, as if it was the funniest thing he had ever said. The music was so loud that the bass seemed to be vibrating the thick smoky air. Either that or it was the bodies hitting the walls as they drunkenly danced and humped each other.

He hooked his fingers on the belt loops of her jeans and pulled her close. He reeked of alcohol.

“Let’s have some fun before we get to business, yeah?” he murmured breathlessly, grinning.

“What did you take?” she asked sternly, ignoring his words.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, some of something?”

She did not like this one bit. She had to pry his fingers off her. “No transaction today.”

“Aw, come on,” he whined, wrapping his arms around her waist and yanking her back to him.

She swore. His arms were like a vice. He pressed her against his dark green satin dress shirt, and even through her layers she was reminded the guy was fucking ripped. Ripped, drunk, and high on who-knows-what. Probably ecstasy. Great. She kept her waist away from his, planting her feet on the floor.

“You’re too uptight, noona.”

He was not supposed to touch her, but he was not supposed to be this drunk or this high either. If it was anyone of her other customers, she would have left without saying anything. But he was basically a kid. A kid who was trying to take even more, who probably thought he was invincible.

She had Seokjin on speed dial. She could reach into her pocket and call him with one hand and his lackeys would come handle the situation immediately. She could.

“Jungkook, look at me.”

He tried to, brain trying to compute as the battle between stimulant and depressant waged on.

“Let me go.”

He pouted. “You don’t like me? Everybody likes me.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

He let her go, slowly, still frowning. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She drew back, watching him closely. “There is no guy,” she said absentmindedly.

“There’s always a guy,” he said exasperatedly. “Or girl, or whatever. Even if they’re imaginary.”

She would have to report the cancelled sale to Seokjin. He would be pissed. “There’s no imaginary anybody,” she replied dismissively, trying to figure out what to say so Seokjin wouldn’t go apeshit on this poor kid. Definitely wasn’t going to mention any touching.

“There is; you just refuse to admit it.”

A chill went up her spine. “What did you say?”

He shrugged, sliding to the floor, holding his shoulders. “You’re in your head, Moon-noona. In there all day, letting them dictate you like a puppet.”

Her eyes narrowed. She reached into her hoodie and threw the tiny plastic bag at him. It hit him in the chest and slid down onto the floor. He blinked multiple times, looking at the packet of white powder and then her retreating back as she left the room.

“On the house.”

-

4.

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masterpost

pairing(s):yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader

summary:Min Yoongi might be getting closer to his roommate… maybe? Jeon Jungkook is a little bit of an asshole (but only on the outside). Suicidal thoughts. Maybe you realize who ??? is now. Kim Seokjin might not be an asshole.

warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug use, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, abusive relationship including threatening violence

–

She came out of her room dressed in loose dark grey jeans and a billowy white cropped t-shirt. Black belt and black bomber jacket to add to the casualness of it all. He only noticed this because he was laying on the hardwood.

“Why are you on the floor?”

He made a noise of annoyance and rolled over, swiping on his phone.

“Rough day?”

He mumbled. “Something like that.”

She swept her hair up into a loose ponytail. He noticed it was a little shorter now, but still past her shoulders. She squatted down next to him, behind his phone.

“Want me to order you some pizza?”

He grumbled, eyes flicking upwards. “I’m not a child.”

The corner of her mouth curved upwards. “Nope, you’re an adult and that’s why you can eat what you want.”

He sighed and placed his phone on his chest. “Don’t want to eat.”

She nodded, noting his disheveled appearance. Ripped up jeans and a loose grey and black hoodie that seemed to swallow him. His black bucket hat was only half on, and his short hair stuck out. She reached into her jacket pocket and placed the grey beanie on his chest. He cracked open an eye and peered at it.

“I washed it.”

“… Thanks.” It smelled nice. A soft scent, lightly fruity. He noticed she was wearing those leather gloves she always wore when she left the house. “Off to party?” he joked.

She huffed. “Do I seem like the partying type to you?”

He looked up at her. She was staring at her phone. He noticed she was wearing red lipstick. She abruptly turned from her phone and his eyes went straight to the ceiling.

“You want to listen to some music?” she said suddenly. She stood up, not waiting for his answer. He sat up, feeling awkward that he was still on the floor. She was walking up the to record player. He had never seen her use it in the entire time he had been living here. Her eyes scanned the shelves and she picked a record out. She was careful sliding it out of the sleeve, raising the lid of the player and setting the record down carefully. He blinked as slow rhythm guitar and piano began to play.

He frowned. “I don’t know English.”

She chuckled. “Me neither. But it’s kind of nice to just listen even if you don’t understand.”

It wasn’t his first pick but it was quite nice. The record player had a good set of speakers set up behind it. She nodded to herself and cocked her head towards him.

“You know how to work one of these, I presume?”

“Uh… yeah. But you said…”

She looked at him pointedly. “Don’t break it.” She looked back to the record player and he saw her black eyes mist over with an unknown emotion. “It used to belong to someone important, someone who believed in the power of music.”

She turned and walked towards the door, grabbing a pair of sneakers from the closet.

“Was it–” he began, but she cut him off.

“Don’t disrespect it.”

And she was gone.

-

“What’s your real name, anyway?”

“Moon.”

Jungkook threw his head back. He had a fun laugh despite being a piece of shit. “That’s not your real name.”

“It’s my real name to you.”

He chuckled and rolled his head on his shoulders. The party was going wild downstairs, but they were alone, making their transaction in one of the bedrooms of the rich house of someone she doubted even Jungkook knew. He was sitting on the bed, hands propping him up from behind, legs wide open. If he wasn’t going to give her the money soon, she was going to kick him straight in the balls.

“Did you pick it to be edgy?” he teased.

“No, someone else picked it for me,” she replied darkly.

The bass radiated throughout the walls of the house. Jungkook was wearing a loose white dress shirt and black ripped jeans that molded to his body. She had been right. Dude was fucking ripped.

His lips twisted in thoughtfulness. “And you just kept it? You can just change it.”

“Jungkook if you don’t give me the fucking money, I’m leaving.”

He grinned. “But I want to talk to you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Every second you waste is another second of not having the fun shit.”

His eyes found hers in the moonlight. “But talking to you is the fun shit.”

She felt a muscle under her eyes twitch. Instead of responding, she sighed exaggeratedly and turned around, glove reaching for the doorknob.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Jungkook said hastily.

She turned to see him pulling up the hem of his dress shirt way too far to reveal his chiseled abs before reaching into his jeans pocket for a fat wad of cash. She hated that. Cash by itself looked messy and suspicious. She didn’t know if Jungkook was an idiot or ignorant.

Her eyes scanned over it as he held it out. She plucked it out of his hand, checking the bills. Usually she didn’t need to do that, but she always checked for first timers.

“It’s real,” Jungkook assured, almost childishly. He would have been cute in another dimension where he wasn’t paying for cocaine.

She shrugged and shoved it in the pocket of her loose jeans. And out came the paper packet from the innermost pocket of her bomber jacket. She placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Couldn’t hand it to me?”

Her eyes flickered towards him and the playful smirk on his lips. She raised an eyebrow at him.

He pouted. “Come on. I wasn’t going to touch you. I heard what the Guide said.”

“Uh huh. Is that why you’re tempted on borderline flashing me?”

He chewed on his lip, trying to stifle his grin. “Ah, you see right through me.”

She backed up. “We’re done here.”

“Hey, um…”

She paused at the door. “What?”

“Do you hate me or something?”

What happened to you being a cocky ass bitch? Her head tilted, looking down at him on the bed. He was frowning, fiddling with his shirt. “Are you upset that your charms don’t work on me?”

He scratched his head. “Well, they usually work, but no, it’s…” His eyes shifted nervously. “It’s like you’re dead inside.”

She didn’t reply. His brown orbs found hers. He found her eyes to be strangely dark, almost without light. It was weird how joyless they seemed.

“What a psychoanalysis,” she finally said. “You’re Freud himself, aren’t you?”

“What?” His brow furrowed in confusion.

She pointed to the paper packet. “Don’t overdo it. A dead customer isn’t a paying one, so don’t get so fucked up you can’t see me again.” She tilted her chin towards him and gave him a small smirk. “That’s what you want, right?”

And she was gone.

-

What if I just did a little?

The thin white lines taunted her.

I just don’t want to feel anymore.

The thin white lines sat on the glass palette on the unnaturally clean table in her room. Her phone was propped up behind it with a wadded-up sweatshirt.

“I really admire you for not starting.” He was talking, the memory playing like a movie in her head. She remembered his laugh, so full and free. “I’m glad, because it means you’ll always be sober to take care of my dumb ass.”

And what if you’re not here?

She was staring at the picture on her phone. Two smiles, one she hadn’t seen for a long time in the mirror and another a little heart-shaped. She turned the screen off abruptly, not wanting to see it anymore.

“You have to stop!” Why had she shouted at him? She shouldn’t have. Not then. “What happened to wanting to detox?”

“It’s too fucking hard.” Remembering his sobbing and crying hurt the most. “It hurts so much. I have to go.”

“Don’t you step out that door. I won’t come running after you this time.”

“Fuck, can’t you be sympathetic? You don’t fucking understand!”

She stared at the poisonous lines in front of her.

“You’re my cure. I can do it, I swear.”

“You’re a liar,” she whispered quietly. She stared at the lines and wondered if she could end it herself. And, just like every other time, she sighed and carefully swept the lines back into a small plastic bag. Carefully wiped everything clean with an alcohol wipe and then spraying a strong ammonia solution. She honestly didn’t know if it did anything to destroy the evidence but it seemed good enough.

She picked up her phone to see their faces together once again. The delete button taunted her, knowing she wouldn’t do it no matter how much seeing those smiles tore her up inside.

I’m not off the deep end. She kept telling herself that. I’m functioning just fine.

-

“Could you give me your opinion on something?”

She appeared at the bathroom door in her plastic gloves, hair tied back. She had been cleaning the kitchen.

“You called, sir?” She dragged out the words, mocking him, but she had come to the bathroom door anyway. He was too nervous to care. Yoongi fiddled with the black cap on his head and then removed it abruptly.

“Hat or no hat?”

She snickered. “Hat, of course.”

He frowned. “What do you mean, ‘of course’?”

She rolled her eyes. “You look like a thirty-year-old man with your short hair.”

“What?”

“Like a salaryman but worse because you’re trying to look cool.”

Yoongi crammed the cap back on his head. “Are you saying I don’t look cool?” He glared at her in the mirror.

“Not with your short hair. Should probably grow it out at least a little,” she commented. She made a face at his shirt. “Where are you going in a bright green polo?”

He frowned. “I’m going to perform.”

“Do you sing for the church choir or…?”

They stared at each other though the mirror.

“Is it… not good?”

“I mean you look better in the clothes you normally wear. The hoodies and shit.”

He scrunched his nose and pushed past her, hurrying back to his room. She called after him.

“I mean you can wear whatever. I was just assuming you did some kind of hip hop because of the bass I always hear from your room.”

His head popped out of the room. “Oh shit. Am I too loud?”

She shrugged, going back to the sink where she resumed scrubbing. “Some kind of big concert you’re going to?”

His voice radiated from the room. “Uh, something like that. Opening for a pretty big underground rapper. Runch Randa.”

She tried not to burst into laughter. “Wow, what a name,” she whispered to the suds.

Yoongi emerged from his room; cap now turned into bucket hat to hide even more of his short hair. Hoodie with a brand name across the front and loose jeans.

“Is this better?”

She looked up for only a second before going back to the sink. “Do you feel more comfortable?”

He looked down as if to ask his own body. “I mean… yeah. Do I seem too relaxed though?”

She shrugged as she went at the sides of the sink with the steel wool. “You’re going to perform, aren’t you? You should be comfortable in yourself.” She was busy rinsing the sink so she didn’t hear him mumble to himself.

“Some days I don’t even want to be myself,” he muttered, hurrying to the bathroom to look at himself one last time. Minutes later he rushed out, grabbing his shoes.

“Good luck,” she called, waving a wet gloved hand.

“… T-thanks,” he said awkwardly before shutting the door.

When he came home later that night, there was takeout fried chicken on the counter waiting for him. A note scribbled beside it – Hope it went well. He meant to thank her for it in the coming weeks, but her hours seemed as irregular as ever and eventually too much time passed for him to casually bring it up again.

But he never forgot.

-

She hated this stupid room. The stupid black leather sofa. The marble coffee table. The plush navy, peach, and cream carpet. She doubted Seokjin had picked any of this out.

Well, except for the gun on the coffee table.

“Moon, come here.”

He was alone more often with her now. She wasn’t sure if this was because he wanted it that way or not, but she wouldn’t be surprised.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

His brown orbs darkened. His blazer was tossed lazily on the sofa, so he was in his black tie, striped white and pale blue dress shirt and black slacks. There was even a gold collar pin. He was a showoff.

“Don’t make me pick up the gun, Moon.”

Go ahead, blast my head off. She sighed and closed the distance between them. Instead of sitting beside him like he gestured, she sat down on the marble coffee table in front of him, putting herself between him and the gun.

He smirked. “That’s a good girl. I like your outfit today.”

She had worn her giant fluffy white jacket and a large black sweatshirt underneath. Bare legs, chunky heels. Hair loose and messy, lips stained red. And, of course, the black gloves. “You always like when I dress like one of your toys.”

His eyes flashed but he chose not to comment on it. He leaned forward, watching her reaction. She seemed almost bored, staring at the wall behind his head. He reached out, placing his fingertips on her knee. She twitched her knee tersely, his fingers slipping off.

He hummed. “Still not over him, I see.”

“If this is a therapy session, I’d rather pay a profess–”

“Look at me.”

The black holes went from the wall to his eyes. He almost shivered from the eye contact. They stared at each other, as if it was some kind of contest. He scooted up to the edge of the sofa. Their knees touched and she visibly flinched at the contact. Her brow furrowed.

“It’s not your fault.”

She glared at him, but said nothing.

He leaned forward even more and now their breath was mixing. She could smell his sharp cologne that reeked of money. He always seemed to reek of money and she wasn’t even poor.

“I don’t want you high,” she said sternly.

He was centimeters away from her face. “I’m never high when I’m with you. Not anymore.”

She gave him a disbelieving snort.

“I’m not lying. Look at me.”

And now she was looking deep, deep into those brown eyes, those brown eyes like hot honey, eyes that knew her better than anyone else alive. Seokjin really was a handsome man, a beautiful mess.

“This is stupid. You’re not even attracted to me,” she whispered.

“Not true.” He wasn’t smirking. He was only gazing into her eyes, falling into oblivion. Not really because he wanted to ignite them again. He knew he didn’t have that capability. “You have always been my Moon.”

“That was a name given to me.” She didn’t have to say who.

“That doesn’t mean he was the one who thought of it.”

Her mouth went dry.

“You were always his satellite.”

She chewed on her lower lip.

“Now you orbit no one.”

She was about to look down but he reached up and gently tipped her head back up.

“Look at me when I kiss you.”

And he pressed his lips onto hers.

It was not like the messy kisses during a party night. It was not like the kisses after falling into arms. It was not like the kisses after a rough fight or the kisses during laughter or the passionate kisses when there was too much energy and there needed to be a release.

It was a kiss like no other, because there were too many feelings and too many unsaid words.

He had soft, plush lips that gently pressed against hers. If it was an act, it was a good one because she was falling for it. He placed a hand on her thigh, not sliding upwards, only to steady himself as he pressed into her, breathing her scent, making her heart beat fast. He was unexpectedly gentle, almost shy. She placed a gloved hand over his and he pulled away, eyes slowly opening as he broke apart.

Her heart thudded in her ears. “What happened to looking at you?” she murmured.

He gave her a small smile and for once it felt like there was no malintent. “I didn’t say I had to look at you.”

Their hands were still on top of each other. He pulled his hand out from beneath hers and brushed her cheek with his fingers, smiling at her fondly.

“No deliveries this week. I’ll do them for you.”

And then he left the room, leaving her sitting on the marble coffee table, gun beside her. She didn’t move for what seemed like a full minute. It felt like time had stopped. She turned to look at the gun, seeing the safety on.

Not that it mattered because when she picked it up, she realized it wasn’t even loaded.

-

“Here’s this month’s rent.”

She took it from him with a silent nod. She was about to close the door to her room.

“Hey… uh. Have you been alright? I don’t mean to pry, but you don’t seem like yourself.”

He couldn’t exactly describe what that meant but she seemed out of it. She seemed to consider a moment before responding.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Yoongi.”

And she closed the door.

It gave him a sense of unease. She seemed to be quarantining herself in her room like some kind of self-isolation prison sentence. Before this week, she had noted his longer hair, telling him, “Finally you don’t look like a depressed businessman who spilled coffee on his only suit.”

“What do I look like, then?” he had joked.

“A cool music producer or an adoptable kitten, I can’t decide.”

She called him cool. Him, Min Yoongi, cool. Which was fair – if he could say so himself – but it also strangely made him swell with pride, which determined one thing for him.

He was maybe, kind of, oh no, definitely not…

“Get a grip,” he scolded himself.

-

3.

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masterpost

pairing(s):yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin reveals his true colors. Min Yoongi freeloads off his roommate (just a little). Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook make an appearance.

warnings:non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug use, violence, mentions of depression, abusive relationship

See prologue for notes. I am not condoning any of this behavior, in case that wasn’t abundantly clear.

–

“I’m telling you; the public is changing. They want accessibility.”

“They want to get high, Seokjin.”

He grinned. He was alone this time, standing next to the window in his expensive suit. He honestly didn’t need to be in a suit, but he wore it because he knew he looked good in it.

“They still don’t want to get caught.”

She snorted, an inelegant sound that made Seokjin frown. She couldn’t say more so she just looked away from him. He moved away from the window and stepped towards her, taking note of the bucket hat and loose jeans. Brown belt, big loose black sweater.

“You could have at least dressed up for me.”

He saw her lips twist into a pout and she looked up at him with those black holes, viewing him from under the hat.

“Does it matter?” she replied sharply.

He smiled at her.

“Is the problem money? Do you need me to gift you some pretty dresses?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t need money and you know that.”

He leaned down just a bit and felt her stiffen at his closeness. “Then why are you here?” His eyes flickered up to hers but she wasn’t watching. She was purposefully looking away from him.

“Just give me the fucking pills then,” she mumbled.

“That’s a good girl.”

And he pulled his gun away from her stomach before turning around and giving her the package in a reusable grocery bag.

-

She sat slumped in the train seat, bucket hat over her eyes. It was like she wasn’t even there – people passed by her without giving a second glance. That was the point. She always kept her dark hair and her clothes plain, a forgettable existence to anyone who could be watching.

She didn’t believe Seokjin was an evil person. Not really. Maybe in a different parallel timeline, he was a cheerful person who brought happiness and joy to everyone he met. But not this Kim Seokjin. No, this Kim Seokjin was her drug supplier and it wasn’t a cheerful profession, if one could even call it that.

She doubted Seokjin would actually shoot her. After all, if he wanted to fuck like he claimed, it would be hard with a bloody hole in her stomach.

It wasn’t a theory she was willing to test in the moment though.

She had argued with him because she didn’t want to deal different substances. Quite frankly, she didn’t think she could do this anymore. As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a notification on her lock screen. She bit her lip.

She had thought about changing her lock screen many times but each time she saw his smile, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

You’re so pathetic, she thought to herself.

She put in her password and looked at her texts. It was simply labelled, Guide. That’s what Seokjin was named on her phone.

Miss you, Moon.

She shoved her phone back into her pocket and tried not to think about it.

-

Yoongi let out a groan and pressed his forehead onto the front door. He barely made rent this month. It was due in three days and he barely had enough in his account to pay rent and have one meal. One meal. He didn’t know how he was going to survive at this rate. The plastic bag with his one convenience store meal banged against the door and he jumped.

Sighing at his own plight, he punched in the code and entered the apartment. He staggered back, immediately hit by the delicious smell of…

Beef.

Grilled beef.

He blinked, looking around the apartment.

There was his roommate, standing next to the stove. Loose grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants with a cream apron cinching in her waist. Hips swinging to the beat that was playing in her Bluetooth headphones as she turned over the strips of beef, oil popping and sizzling. The smoke was drifting out of the open window but the smell pervaded throughout.

Words couldn’t describe how jealous he was right now.

He looked down and closed the door, staring at his pathetic little boxed lunch through the plastic. Frustration and annoyance threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to hurl it at the wall. Why couldn’t he have her life? Not a care in the world, dancing away as she cooked that delicious-smelling beef while he was stuck in his shitshow of a–

“Oh, Yoongi.”

His head snapped up at his name. She was staring at him with the headphones around her neck. Black holes staring at him. He felt suddenly exposed, as if she could read his thoughts.

She gestured with her tongs. “You want some beef?”

He raised a hand, chuckling slightly as he shook his head. “No… No, it’s fine. It’s your food.”

And then his stomach growled so loudly that he himself looked down to stare at it. It was even louder than the sizzling beef. He had never been so betrayed by his bodily functions in his life. And his dick had chosen in some weird girls in his time.

She laughed, the first time he had ever heard her laugh. It made her eyes crinkle up and her shoulders shake, a laugh that made those dead eyes disappear for just a second. She tilted her head just a bit and grinned, shaking her head.

“I’ll prepare another bowl for you.”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, disturbing his beanie. “I’ll do the dishes then.”

“Sounds like a deal.”

He placed his boxed lunch in the fridge – a bit further in the back – and sat awkwardly at one of the stools at the counter. She placed a bowl of rice in front of him and handed him a plate of four thick slices of beef. He could feel himself drooling at the sight. She leaned forward just a bit and he realized she must have noticed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand hastily.

“Hmm.” She was smiling at him.

Shit.

She placed a fifth piece of meat on his rice and shook her head, still chuckling. There was a plate of kimchi on the table too. He looked at it and she noticed that too.

“Go ahead. Store bought.”

He took a bite of the beef first. He swore his eyes rolled back into his head. Seasoned, cooked with some pink in the middle. It was like a flavor explosion in his mouth. Maybe it wasn’t actually that good, but he hadn’t had freshly cooked meat in so long that he had forgotten what it tasted like.

He chewed gratefully, slowly opening his eyes. He was going to say something but she was staring at her phone, looking troubled. She was picking meat off the pan, chewing hurriedly.

“It’s… really good.”

She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows. “Hm? Oh. It’s just marinated beef. There’s some left in the fridge if you want it for dinner.”

Please, oh God, yes. “No, no, I couldn’t eat your food,” he said awkwardly, not really believing in his own words.

She shrugged. “You should cook it. I probably won’t be home until late.” She looked back at her phone; eyes fixated on the screen. She seemed to be concentrating on something. Then she abruptly put her phone down. “You do know how to cook, right?”

He nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah. My brother is a chef. He taught me the basics.”

“Oh.” She looked a bit embarrassed at her own question. “Good. I won’t come to a burned down apartment then.”

It was then they realized they knew very little about each other. She looked awkward and shoved her phone in her pocket before she continued eating. He stared back down at his rice and continued chewing. Fuck. It tasted really good.

“I noticed you’ve been eating a lot of convenience store food.”

He winced. “Yeah…”

She poked the end of her chopsticks at him. “You should make more food at home. All that packaging is bad for the environment,” she said sternly.

“Ah… yeah.”

She finished the last bit of her rice and set the pan and bowl in the sink, running water over them with a bit of soap.

“I have to go.”

He nodded awkwardly. She left the kitchen to go to her room. He let out an exasperated sigh after she closed the door. He wasn’t really sure why he couldn’t talk to her that well. It wasn’t like he was weird around girls. Maybe it was that unapproachable feeling surrounding her.

Or maybe it was because he knew he had to pay her soon.

She came back out dressed in the same sweatpants and an open black hoodie. His eyes widened when he noticed she was wearing a white crop top underneath. She slung a small duffel bag against her shoulder. It was actually a very attractive look on her.

She turned and he saw she was fresh faced, with minimal makeup. She walked over to him, staring straight at him. No, not him.

She plucked the grey beanie off his head.

“I’m gonna borrow this.”

-

“Jimin, I am not upping your order.”

Those perfectly plump lips curved into a pout. “Moonie, pleaaaase? Pretty please?”

She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “No. I brought your current order with me and I didn’t bring extra. I told you before–”

“I know, I know… A dead customer isn’t a paying customer.”

Well, actually my saying is a dead addict isn’t a paying addict. They were standing at the edge of the dance studio. It was already closed, so the windows were dark and no one was around. The particular corner they stood at couldn’t be seen by the windows. She tapped her sneaker against the hardwood. Park Jimin, dance choreographer and current customer, rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and handed her a cheap blue plastic water bottle. She was wearing her black gloves but had no problem screwing the lid open. She looked inside, satisfied to see the correct amount. She was good at that. She tucked it away in her duffel bag and handed him the small brown paper bag in response, pills tucked in a believable prescription bottle.

“Thanks, Moon. I really needed this.”

Her brows furrowed as he opened the bottle hastily and took one right there in front of her. His orange hair stuck to his forehead, probably due to sweat, but it made him look desperate.

“Jimin, if you need them that bad, you should go see a doctor.”

He winced as he chugged down a gulp of water. “I know. I know… It’s just… award season is coming soon. I need to stay busy.”

She wanted to punch him. You fucking idiot, you’re going to kill yourself.

“Hey, um… I was wondering if you still take on customers? I know a guy…”

She rolled her eyes. “Jimin, please keep your trap shut for your safety and mine. Do you want to get arrested?”

“Are you the one doing the arresting?”

A new, deep voice penetrated the room. A cocky smile and an all-black shadow drifted into the room. The black sweatshirt was so huge it might as well have been a blanket. Dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, slightly long and damp.

She shoved her hands in her black hoodie and glared at Jimin. “You best believe the Guide will hear about this.”

Fear flashed in Jimin’s eyes. “No, wait. Wait, Jungkook–”

“Is this her? Your dealer?” His eyes raked down her frame, briefly fixating on her white crop top. She only wore it because she knew Jimin wasn’t going to mess with her – Seokjin made sure of that – but she hadn’t counted on someone else appearing. “She’s a cute little thing, isn’t she?”

Jimin smacked his chest, trying to push him back. “Stop. You can’t flirt with her,” he warned.

A muscle in her leg tensed. She thought about running but it was better to diffuse the situation.

“Why not?” The one named Jungkook grinned. “Hey, can you hook me up with some of the fun stuff? Not like what Jimin-ssi has here… You know. The fun shit.”

You little– “If you want the fun shit, you have to pay fun shit prices.”

He smiled at her. She did not like it. Not one bit.

“Yeah?”

He took a step towards her. And another. He was trying to back her against the wall, but she stood her ground. Every muscle in her body was tensed. She knew enough to avoid getting her ass kicked by the regular guy. Maybe a little more. He looked down at her, lips curled into a sly smirk. He had a jawline that could cut by itself. He was wearing a gentle cologne and, to be honest, he was attractive, which would be a shame if she had to break that nose.

“Maybe we can strike a deal?”

“Jungkook, I swear, if you even so much as put a finger on her,” Jimin said sternly. She could hear the warning in the shorter male’s voice. It was pretty frightening considering Jimin was one of her more cheerful customers.

Jungkook grinned and backed off. “I’m just kidding.”

She looked away from him and glowered at Jimin. He shook his head.

“Please don’t tell him,” he pleaded.

She looked back at Jungkook, who seemed quite smug about it all. Without warning, she swiftly kicked the back of his knees, making him stumble and cry out.

“Moon, please–”

Another swift chop straight to the sternum and Jungkook was on his knees, gasping for air. She held her fist centimeters from Jungkook’s face, making him freeze. Jimin hovered around, concerned, but it seemed like he was more concerned about her then Jungkook. And within those seconds of exchange, she realized two things.

One, Jungkook was fit. Really fit. And two, if she didn’t have surprise, then she probably would have bitten off more than she could chew. And that would mean…

She clutched her duffel bag and sent Jungkook her most scorching glare.

“Don’t get yourself involved in shit way over your head, kid.”

And, of course, instead of being apologetic or even angry, Jungkook smiled, licking his lips.

“Okay, noona.”

Later, when she was sitting in her room, she really wished she had just punched him.

-

“Are you coming to my party?” The phone quality didn’t hide the honey in Seokjin’s voice.

“No.”

She could almost hear his pout. “You never come anymore. We used to have such fun. You, me, and–”

She cut him off. “Did you talk to Jimin?”

His tone instantly darkened. “I did. He was very apologetic.”

She made a noise of disapproval.

“I didn’t break anything this time.”

“This time,” she echoed. “What about the brat?”

Seokjin brightened. “We had a little discussion. He’ll be a new customer soon.”

She wanted to strangle him. “Seokjin, I toldyou–”

“You only serve a few customers and you complain about one? One rowdy little thing?”

“This rowdy little thing is going to be trouble,” she warned.

“Don’t worry, my darling,” Seokjin cooed. “I made it very clear you’re mine.”

“I’m n–” And of course he hung up before she could say anything else. She glared at her phone and growled. She didn’t throw it, but she wanted to.

“Bastard,” she muttered to herself.

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in other words: My Roommate is a Drug Dealer

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader

summary:Min Yoongi is in luck when a super cheap room is up for rent. Or maybe not.

warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug abuse, depression and suicidal thoughts, abusive relationships, eventual smut

note: Main character is female. I use ‘she’ instead of ‘you’ in this case because I’m more comfortable writing the omnipresent POV. You are welcome to think of ‘she’ as yourself or an OC. Her name is never explicitly mentioned. The character’s appearance is set to fit the story and her role.

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When he saw the ad online, he couldn’t believe the price. It had to be a joke. There had to be hidden fees or something wrong with the room. He was preparing himself for disappointment. It was too good to be true. As he arrived to the neat complex, he checked around for anything sketchy. It was eerily quiet as he knocked.

“Min Yoongi, right?”

The woman who greeted him at the door was calm and polite. She was wearing a large baggy gray sweatshirt and black pants with black slippers. He guessed she was around his age. Long dark hair, tied in a low ponytail. A plain, almost forgettable face. Almost, if it wasn’t for her piercing dark eyes. They were like bottomless pits, as if he was staring into a pair of black holes. He looked away quickly, somewhat perturbed.

“Uh… yeah. I’m here to look at the room.”

He needed this. After being kicked out of his last apartment, he couldn’t go home. He had to have something to show his parents that he could be successful in the music industry. But after producing a few remote albums and tracks, he barely had anything. Not to mention getting ripped off multiple times had him in this sticky financial situation. He bit his lip as he stepped into the apartment, looking around anxiously.

It was actually a very empty apartment. The center room was a living room and kitchen combination but there was no living room furniture, only a record player and boxes of records on a large bookshelf against the wall. The kitchen had two black stools at the counter. It was clean and neat, almost military. She gestured to the right, to the open door.

“This is the room,” the woman was saying quietly. “Bathroom is around the corner.”

There was no furniture in the room. Absolutely none. He tilted his head, looking around. The hardwood floors shone and despite how clean it was, he could see nick marks in the wood. He almost breathed in relief. At least there was some evidence someone lived here.

“Why hasn’t the room been rented out yet?” he asked, turning to the woman. “It looks nice.”

She was watching him carefully. It was unsettling. “Because I have rules that the tenant must agree to.”

Here we go. “What rules?”

Her eyes were fixated on him, blinking very sparingly. She held a hand up, counting with her fingers. “One: no people over. None. No friends, no family, no fuckbuddies. You want to fuck someone, do it at their place,” she stated with a completely straight face.

He was stunned at her language. He was beginning to understand why this place was still up for rent.

“Two: clean up after yourself. I will not ask twice. If you do not clean up after yourself, I will kick you out without hesitation. Three: I live in the room across from you.” She pointed with her pinky and he saw the other room opposite his. The door was closed. “If you have a problem with that, then leave. And finally, four…”

She paused. His throat felt dry.

“You break the record player or any of the records, I will break you.”

She said it so seriously that he was confused for a second. “Is… is that it?”

A small smile appeared on her lips. He blinked.

“Well, usually I just turn people away when I know they’re going to be assholes. You seem alright,” she replied, more to herself than to him. “You said you were a music producer? Is your work quiet?”

“I can work with headphones on,” he said hurriedly. “If needed, I can soundproof the room so you don’t hear much.”

“Hmm.” She was inspecting him like a hawk. He could feel her eyes on him. She took a few steps around him as she entered the room after him. “Have a lot of friends?”

His eyes shifted to the floor. “Not really.”

“Yeah, well, me neither. Rent is due on the first of each month.”

And that was that.

-

She was polite enough. She helped him move all of his equipment into the room and brought him some tables and a chair, saying they were from a secondhand store. He brought a mattress and set it up with a pillow and blanket. She was always dressed plainly. She had thin hands and long fingers. He noticed them when she was helping him move the tables.

He didn’t understand if she had a job or not. He would hear her leave at random times and she would reappear at equally random times. Sometimes in a black long coat, sometimes in a black bomber jacket and jeans, sometimes in a fluffy white jacket that made her look like a giant marshmallow. He noticed her makeup was always different too – sometimes very little, sometimes quite heavy, sometimes somewhere in between. If it wasn’t for his dire financial situation, he might have thought more about how he wasn’t quite sure what her face looked like.

Instead he spent most of his time in his room, working on his music.

-

“How’s my favorite girl?”

“I’m fine, Seokjin.”

She almost rolled her eyes at the man, who was sitting between two very attractive, very coked-out women. They threw themselves all over him, kissing his neck and chest through his dress shirt and blazer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t roll her eyes. She had to be serious.

He pouted. It was almost cute, if it wasn’t for the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Just fine? How can I make it better, my darling?”

“I’m not your darling, Seokjin,” she corrected calmly, setting the laptop bag in front of him. It was a scruffy laptop bag, similar to the type that students used.

“Yet.”

He pushed the girls aside and opened the bag, eyes lighting up at he saw the money. He zipped it back up and set his elbows on his knees, looking up curiously at her. “Wearing your gloves again, I see.”

She shrugged. “Eczema is pretty bad this year.”

The corner of his mouth curved upwards. “It’s bad every day of the year.”

She didn’t reply. He noticed she was dressed in a long black coat with a white blouse and ill-fitted black pants. Simple black shoes. Almost as if she was going to work. He frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m not into this ensemble today. I much preferred the jogger aesthetic you had on last time.”

She smiled. “You just like tight pants.”

“You know me too well.”

He stood up, confusing the girls. They ended up flopping on top of each other, giggling. He walked around the marble coffee table, handing her a leather-bound folder stuffed with papers.

“I’m glad you decided to continue working for me.”

She kept the smile plastered to her face as she took the folder from him. She kept it there as she bowed politely and walked out of that room, out of that house. Out of that neighborhood, until she was on the subway. The smile faded, replaced with a blank expression. The leather folder felt heavy in her hands. It felt like a brick she was dragging all the way home. She walked into the apartment, hearing the faint bass of music leaking underneath Yoongi’s door. He was a model roommate. He would probably be good looking too if he wasn’t so obsessed with music and less with eating a normal diet. But he was clean and kept to himself, so all was well.

She slipped into her room and locked the door.

The leather-bound folder was placed on the empty table. She took off her black leather gloves and replaced them with plastic ones. A swift swipe with a disinfecting wipe to get rid of the oils and the fingerprints. She opened the folder carefully, putting the useless papers aside. She found what she was looking for.

She pulled up her chair and sat down, staring at it.

It was like this every time. She questioned it every time. Then, like clockwork, she turned and opened a drawer to find the small plastic baggies. Slowly and carefully, she began to divide the white powder into the appropriate weight using the small scale in her desk.

Careful.

So careful not to breathe it in.

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masterpost

outro: profiles

♤Catch Fire♤

↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.

[troubled!yoongi x curious!reader]

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part twenty-nine:epilogue

♤Catch Fire♤

↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.

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a/n: hello everyone! sorry I’ve been gone for so long and have kept some ppl waiting, life got hectic and b u s y. BUT! I’m gonna have the outro profiles posted shortly and work on posting my next au during my month off from school which starts next week!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one!!

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part twenty-eight: shake it’s ecosystem

♤Catch Fire♤

↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.

[troubled!yoongi x curious!reader]

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a/n: *GASP* what’s this? me posting again?? (sounds too good to be true) I’m sorry for taking so much time off, school never got better like I thought it would, but I finally got some stuff worked out! THANK YOU SO MUCH for being patient with me and I hope you guys stick around for the last 2 chapters and enjoyed this one!

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part twenty-six: business demon

♤Catch Fire♤

↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.

[troubled!yoongi x curious!reader]

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a/n: I probably put too much information about the internships but whatever anyway yoongi’s living his best life and that’s all that matters (also next update a certain two people join forces) lmk your thoughts and thanks for reading!!

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yoonia:

➬ Title | Little Do You Know

➬ Pairings | Yoongi x reader

➬ 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.

Keep reading

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.

Koushi Sugawara - Childhood Friend (Part 2)

DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!

Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!

A Koushi Sugawara story from the HQ+Kareshi Childhood Friend series

Read below!

(Part 1 is here!)

The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!

once again yibs is a complete [MEOW] for the cleanup-
AMBULANCE WEE WOO SUGA TOO FINE HEART RATE WENT UP WEE WOO AMBULANCE
seriously how does this guy wake up and look SO FINE-
me and my friend at the foot of his bed takin pictures-
HIM IMMEDIATELY GETTING EMBARRASSED AFTER HE GOT BOLD IS ASGDJHLFD
…suga yawning…is everything to me…no i will not explain further…
ik lots of people say asahi reminds them of jesus but THE A/N FROM THE ARTIST REALLY WENT ALL FOR IT-
speaking of asahi i’m looking forward to his CF chapter-

Thank you for reading!

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Koushi Sugawara - Childhood Friend (Part 1)

DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!

Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!

A Koushi Sugawara story from the HQ+Kareshi Childhood Friend series

Read below!

The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!

Here is part 2!

In the first page, he calls you “mom” because you two are playing house (idk how to word it i never played house when i was little)
AAAAA HES SO CUTE ARRGHGHHHH I WANNA KIDNAP HIM hey buddy hold still *cursed grab emoji*
nobody:
babie suga: ✨️️✨

Thank you for reading!

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Shimmer || myg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

Main mlist. Previous chapter.

Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Minor cussing, Implied self deprecration but very slight

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 4: The Fairy Godmother

FLASHBACK

Twiddling your thumbs inconspicuously wasn’t such a good idea after all as your employer’s sharp gaze pierces you right in your jaded soul.

You didn’t mean to sound so cynical and judging from his tells, Eugene wasn’t too happy with you, or at least with how you viewed yourself.

His manicured nails beckon you forward and you gulp, eyes darting to the pile in front of you– Eugene Lee Yang, tarot master and occultist, absolutely hatedit when his readings were disrupted but once you came in through his door looking for all the whole disgusting world like a damned drenched train wreck, eyes bugging out with tears leaking to your puffy cheeks, he pauses, red lips pinched looking for an explanation which you give.

You fidget in your seat by his raglan couch, the sign by the door right below the Yin Yang Quatro’s flashy neon label saying ‘Closed for business’, as you silently try to assess a quick look at the spread laid out on the table.

One death card and two other major arcana.

Whoever the client was, the universe was basically telling him or her to fuck off from the situation and just let things be.

Yikes.

“Baby girl, look at me. ” He gripes and you flinch, staring at his kohl rimmed eyes.

Your boss was a very hot man, and if he wasn’t gay you would have considered your options but he was happily married to a wonderful husband and you were stupidly in love with the seven banes of your existence.

Hence the tears.

“So you’re telling me, that those stupid boys left you to fend for yourself while you were sick in bed?” He hums when you nod your assent meekly, sharp jaw twitching with annoyance as his fingers tap lightly over his silk jacket. “Were they aware?”

You shake your head, “I mean I did send them a text but I was left on read. Maybe they were just busy or something. ”

Eugene snaps his narrowed gaze to you and you gulp. “Huh. Busy. So you were seriously completely alone?”

Another shake of the head. “Some friends took care of me back at my own apartment so…” You trail off unsure if throwing Taemin into the mix with his consent was okay.

Eugene may be fairly strict with the shop rules but when it came to his employees, you in particular, he was an overprotective mama bear and anyone–rather, any man’snamementioned by you was automatically on his watch list.

Your boss pretends to ignore the friend part for a moment, “I see. And you don’t think you deserve any of their attention when you’ve been nothing but a good friend and room mate to them?”

“That’s not–”

Eugene holds a hand up to shush you. “Not yet done speaking, doll.” He sighs. “YN, you know I despise little girls without any backbone. What, you don’t think you’re beautiful enough to be appreciated by a bunch of fuckboys? Bitch, you don’t need them. You don’t need their attitude. You’re a queen. Act like it. ” He sniffs daintily.

You give him a watery giggle and he smirks.

“Besides, if they so much as leave you high and dry one of these days, I will go to your house and castrate them inch by fucking inch.”

Nothing could compare to an angry Yang boss.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Who the fuck are you?” The Beta Tau Sigma member frowns, arms tightening around you as his brothers close in forming a protective ring around the both of you and your physical body peacefully settled on the hospital bed.

The visitor merely raises a perfect, delicate brow, canine teeth bared for a moment only to recede when his irises pierce yours, and as if a magnetic pull traps you, you subconsciously fly–float to the stranger. “ Eugene!” You bleat happily, arms looping around the man’s lean shoulders.

Today he was wearing a baby blue silk coat and long skirt, looking for all the world like a top runway model. His red lips land on your hairline. “Hello, doll.” He coos and everyone, the Min included, stands stock still as the dress you had been wearing shimmers in the light like an ethereal pixie.

“Holy shit. Was that YN?!” Jeongguk, the wide eyed buck that he was furiously looks to the space where you presumably stood and back to your body with mild hysterics until one of his hyung’s, Seokjin was it, lightly knocks him upside the head.

“But hyung she just–”

Seokjin frowns. “Yes we all saw. It’s just…difficult to wrap our heads around the thought that two YNs are here. ”

Jimin, having had dried his tears long ago speaks up with a much clearer voice directed at Eugene. “I’m sorry, but we’ve known YN since we were kids and I’m afraid we haven’t seen you around before…sir?” He hesitates contemplating whether he was using the correct gender noun.

A sharp laugh echoes within the cramped space of the hospital room, and the boys shift awkwardly, some seeming anxious at the tone the other man had taken.

You let go of your boss and reluctantly float back to the others, Yoongi snatching you up to his side, pushing you behind him with a grim stare at the newcomer.

You remember that Eugene isn’t dangerous to you.

But Eugene Lee Yang was dangerous to those he disliked.

And it appears your boys weren’t faring well in that department.

So with a grimace, you stick closer to Yoongi, ready to tug him just in case your boss decides to chuck his expensive shoes against someone’s head in his wrathful wake.

Of course he would be mad.

You couldn’t count the number of times he’d witnessed you cry over these men you were now trying to cover for.

With all the lip chewing you were immersed in, someone addresses the huge elephant rearing its trunk over all of you.

“That question aside, what is happening here–uh, sir?” Hoseok is quick to beat his brothers to the punch, although quite warily.

He wasn’t going to be disrespectful to possibly the only person who could give a fucking explanation to everything. He had a gut feeling that whoever this man was, was someone who could help YN and he wasn’t taking any chances just so YN can recover fast.

He didn’t think he could live another week without being blessed with your lovely smile.

He actually fucking missed you already even if you were right here in spirit.

Eugene quirks a brow but his lips curl up in a genuine smile directed at the resident sunshine, and although he knew that all of them contributed to a majority of YN’s sadness, this Hoseok was the least guilty from what he’s heard so far.

“Jung Hoseok I presume?” Eugene asks and the boy stammers out an affirmative response. “Charmed. Yes, well. Before I answer any of your questions, YN if you would?” He gestures to you and you reach for him despite Yoongi’s quiet protest.

He didn’t like you leaving him for some other man no matter who they are.

Two things happen simultaneously as soon as you touch the Yang boss’s hands.

You feel a heavy weight settle over you, as if you were being pulled down by gravity.

And then your bare foot touches the hard, cold, bleached tiles one after the other and you shiver with a soft squeak.

“HOLY SHIT YN?!”

A chorus of quaky gasps fill the air and then you are swept up into the nearest person’s arms, this time Taehyung’s.

You turn your smooshed cheeks from your holder and shoot a glance at the Yang boss with pure joy. “H-how?”

Eugene smiles at you gently. But then he sighs, the shadows appearing on his face aging him for a bit, a tick in his jaw forms and he rolls his eyes. “Doll, you know I’m magical. But that’s beside the point. ” He sharply claps his hands garnering command at everyone’s undivided scrutiny.

Eugene was like that. Commanding with his presence at every turn.

“Gentlemen, if you could, I would love to be invited to your home as we have much to talk about as regards YN’s current…state. ”

Namjoon, ever the leader steps forward almost in an unconscious manner as if to assert his dominance, “As long as it will help YN, we are willing to do anything. ”

Unexpectedly, the Yang boss doesn’t laugh, doesn’t mock them, only considers them for a moment and then looks at you. “I can see what you meant, darling.” You flush for some reason and they all turn to look at you but your boss clears his throat, and straightens. “We don’t have the luxury to waste any more time. For YN’s sake, I suggest we go now. Because as of this moment, I am your fairy godmother and she’s Cinderella. Once the clock strikes midnight, it’s poof. If you catch my drift.”

Faces pale at the insinuation.

Well shit.

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Daydream (Preview)

Summary: There will always be a time when someone spirals between reality and fantasy, forcing yourself upon the visible barrier with a single hand reaching out for that one daydream—Wishing, wanting, needing for it to be true! But when it’s about an inch from your grasp… You wake up once more.

What if that world you see isn’t imaginary? What if it’s a predication? The red string that connects everyone together—What if its… fate?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Hybrid Suga x f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

~Word count: 1K

A/N: This is just a preview (Glimpse) of what’s to come. This is not the whole chapter or story. Please be patient, and here’s a taste of my newest story coming soon! Thank you.

Parts: 1/? -> Coming Soon…

I’ve been having these weird dreams lately… of a world like no other.

It’s almost familiar~

But when I open my eyes, it scatters like a far-off memory.

Makes me wonder…

Is any of this real, or simply hope for a better fantasy?

“Y/N let’s go! —Get your lazy ass up and remember us already!”

You woke with a gasp, sweat lining your forehead while unconsciously kicking the covers off to cool down. Swiftly, you glanced around the room to see sunlight cracking through the colored curtains as it lined up perfectly, dancing with even the smallest shadows—Bedroom… You were in a bedroom.

Specifically, the bedroom you resided in as objects that practically had your name invisibly engraved with ownership burned holes right back from staring.

What was that? A dream?

Or…

Suddenly, you jumped in fright when an alarm rang throughout the quite bedroom. Your eyes widening, loosing all train of thought to scramble for the phone that kept buzzing on top of your nightstand. You yourself flinched at the noise; it was like hearing a screeching fire alarm that would’ve had anyone trying to claw off their ears to gain silence.

Quickly shutting down the alarm—not wanting to wake up your family either—you groaned in despair seeing the familiar reminder to take medication. Sight transferring from staring at the wall to the ceiling, body landing with a soft thump against the bedsheets. A silent cry leaving your lips, into a pair of hands.

Youhated it—Despised everything that was related to an issue involving medical or mental. Glaring towards the organized pill container, the little box laying not far from yourself.

Ever since you were a mere child, night and day were the times you had to drown a pair of tablets or capsules with water. The medication being prescribed, along with some much-needed vitamins apparently. Your parents explained they were necessary, important, and not a day should pass by where you miss a single dose.

Doctor appointment after another, each one telling you the same thing. It was like living inside a broken record player as it constantly repeated.

All of them explained it was to cope with anxiety, depression and other vital things… Something that had you scrunching up in confusion, because it didn’t feel like any of the medication was working or helping with those specific problems—Who were you to judge or go against a professional’s opinion?

But then…

A bad week came where you missed a few doses, such as last night for example. It had panic swelling inside, trying to hide any evidence as best as you could when seeing the still full container that read the exact time and date it was missed.

You must’ve gotten paler in color when your mother practically burst inside the room to make sure the medication was taken. Lies falling off your lips as a nervous smile graced itself. Though it wasn’t long until she left, satisfaction upon her face as you finally released a giant breath of relief before landing on your bed with an exhausted grumble. Eyes slowly drooping, and dark engulfing yourself.

However, unlike the other times where it would just be a blink away until morning. This felt different… It was almost like a gateway, your asleep brain wanting to process all the little visions that flew past in a hurry as the darkness started to grow brighter ahead.

For a second, you feared it was death—But then, you’d wake up and it would all disappear once more like if nothing happened.

Maybe it was only a glimpse of a dream?

A dream… something you haven’t had since your childhood.

Frowning, you snapped out of it while shaking your head to get rid of last night’s memories. You needed to focus on taking your medication before forgetting once more—The important pills were the first to go, wincing when they touched your tongue, leaving an ugly taste in its wake. It had you gagging, forcefully swallowing the tablets, as a familiar voice from inside your dreams faded away into ashes. Nose wiggling in distaste when feeling like your entire brain was getting wiped clean, leaving it hazy to even think.

Although, you didn’t have time to process anything more. Yelps leaving your mouth when seeing the time, running around the room to appear presentable and ready before the clock reminded you again on how late your running.

Cussing when knocking down the open water bottle to the floor, deciding to let it dry instead of cleaning up the mess before snatching the small backpack that was hanging upon the wooden door. You tried not to waste any time as the main lights were switched off, hopping on a single foot to slip inside your shoes with difficulty.

The idea of being tardy had stress building up, accidentally slamming your bedroom door a tad loud for anyone’s liking. But it was too late… The damage was done as you rushed throughout the hall, wanting to make it outside before hearing complaints and a whole lecture from your parents. Hurriedly setting a pace, you didn’t bother noticing something quite particular that happened all around.

Reflections that were supposed to have yourself… Didn’t.

There was not one that showed a body or face, well, at least not yours. Eyes that belonged to seven figures secretly gazing at you with a frown etched into their faces, glancing at one another before disappearing as you passed by without a second thought.

Throughout the years, they saw you change as life goes on… But not in the good way—They watched your eyes grow dimmer, weight on your shoulders growing heavily, and true-self distancing further into the pits of your heart.

And they couldn’t do a thing about it.

At least, not yet—For now… All they can do is watch over like guardians without you being able to see them. Watching, until the day comes where you’d remember everything.

Little did any of you know. That day would be coming along much sooner than anticipated as a container inside your room fell to the ground with a crackle. It bounced a few times, the fall causing the cap to pop off before rolling away. However, it wasn’t alone. Pills getting discarded in groups before finally landing with a silent splash… in the puddle of water, medication dissolving and getting soggy.

Now ruined.

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Welcome to the future story of DAYDREAM!

Now, like I mentioned before… This is just a taste of what’s to come. This is NOT the actual full chapter or story! It’s just that I’ve been real busy, but wanted to give you lovelies a little something. Comment what you think so far, I’ll try to have the full chapter ASAP! Thank you.

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All 
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader’s DAD
Genre: Celebrity au, fluff, drama, slice of life. 

Summary: You admire BTS, but you weren’t madly in love with them, you could never justify giving up your life for people you didn’t actually know. You did however enjoy teasing the idols when you got the chance. Your father gave you the tickets to the BTS concert and a piece of cardboard.

“What is this for?”

“Don’t the best fans, hand make signs?”

“Come on we are going to be late” you pulled your father along the line you had priority entry and standing tickets in the middle of the stage which means where ever you turned BTS would be there. You remember your father handing you the tickets and a slab of cardboard with a grin. 

“I know it’s early but Happy 13th birthday,”  

“What is this for?” You tapped the cardboard confused.

“Don’t the best fans hand make signs?” He shrugged, “your mum used to write signs like this when she went to the backstreet boys, things like I love you Nick!” 

“Mum was so lame,” You laughed

“Ahh but she would be so proud of you, if she could see the young woman you have become.”

I guess he had expected me to take a friend but they were all busy, you thanked him laughing off the idea of the sign, but you didn’t expect him to carry it under his arm, it was folded over the contents hidden from view, it made you a little curious. Your parents had been young when they had you, and your mother had passed away shortly after your first birthday. Your father did his absolute best to raise you with everything you could ever need and more. He worked hard and never cut corners and though he suffered in the beginning it paid off in the end.

He had been working at the stadium for years and so he managed to pull some strings and get some really great tickets. I was truly happy my father had gone to so much trouble for me knowing how much this band helped me through many struggles. 

So after ducking to the bathroom you took your place in the standing area, there was some various chatting and your father was talking with some girls excitedly. He admitted he had never been to a concert and didn’t really know much of BTS. They explained the different members and they even leant him a spare army bomb.

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Father’s POV:

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When the music started and the show began needless to say I was dazed by the effects and music, the dancing, singing and visuals before him. “That one is Namjoon he is the leader,” The girls explained helpful

I waved the Army bomb and jumped to the music, a few guys approached me talking excitedly, I was honestly having a lot of fun getting to just connect with the performers and dance to the music. “It is nice to see another guy appreciate their music.”

“They are good performers why wouldn’t I appreciate them.” I grinned to the small group of guys dancing together, they gave me some snacks and a drink before resuming their circle of dancing and shouting.

“Hey you haven’t showed them your sign, this is their last song!” the girls said and pushed me forward with a grin, I gave a cheeky smile and opened the sign above my head.

I knew nothing about the group but I had wanted to show support with a brilliant sign that read, “MARRY ME” with red hearts. They were dancing and a few caught sight and giggled. I felt my cheeks light up as my face was on screen, I cheered and waved the sign happily and saw my daughter giggling and clapping in the background.

As the song came to an end one of the members sat on the edge of the stage and asked, “What is your name?” he held out the microphone.

“(name)” I smiled 

“Ah, did you make the sign?”

“Yes, I thought every concert needs a sign of undying love” He grinned

“Who would you like to ask to marry you?” the man asked

“Yoongi,” One of the members pushed him forwards and the group chorused Yoongi as did some of the crowd.

“Ah, what do you do for a living?” Yoongi asked

“I work here actually, I bought tickets but I am the event manager, I make sure you get everything you want for the concert day, like fireworks.” I smiled “You guys have a great night, I loved the concert it was my first time seeing a real concert and not be working.”

Soon the patrons began to leave the stadium, I took my daughter to my office just to pick up the reports from the nights show, I called everyone to a meeting by the stage and smiled, “The concert was great, it really opened my eyes to what the audience gets to see. You guys have been working hard and I have some ideas on how to make the next two nights even better.”

“Thank you for your hard work tonight,” One of the performers from the band smiled, “Hey, it’s marry me (name)”

“Hey, thank you for the show,”

“We are one care short, so some of us will have to stay behind?” Namjoon said

“I mean if you want I can call a driver for you, or even drop you off somewhere,” He said, it is kind of my fault you only have one vehicle, “Hire another vehicle for tomorrow nights performance.”

“Of course sir,” they nodded making a note.

“Actually a ride home would be great,” Namjoon smiled and they split into two groups. They got into the vehicle and my daughter sat in the passenger seat, she played with the radio settling for classical tunes.

“What is the address?” I asked and put it into the GPS, the ride was filled with talking, “I am sorry, I don’t know much about BTS besides what I have seen tonight, what are your names?”

“Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon.” They said smiling, “The others are in the other car, they are Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook.”

“Ah, sorry about the sign, I just thought it would be fun to write a sign and hold it up, my late wife had done that once before for her favorite performers, so I wanted to do the same, in her memory.”

“Ah that reminds me, do you mind if I stop by a bakery on the way home, it’s my daughters birthday today.” He ran in and came back out with some cupcakes and smiled. “You guys can all share them.”

possible part 2

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+)
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

After the first debacle of the overlapping rus things got easier the boys all synced up after the first year together making their ruts intense but short lived. They were super respectful and never tried to hurt you, Jimin also respected your decision not to engage in anything within the house or during their ruts so as not to cause any problems.

There were some changes within the home dynamic that brought the boys closer together, it was during Jungkook’s rut. He was still getting used to his prescription medicine, and his body went into another rut a month after the scheduled rut. It was common yet scary, he was in a fair amount of pain but they each refused any sort of physical help or pheromone sprays.

The youngest was so embarrassed when he woke up beside his oldest hyung, it seemed Jin couldn’t take listening to the Jaguar cry. Since the moment the two had met they had such a playful bond, the quiet shy Jungkook and the outgoing and caring Seokjin. Part of you was excited to see them all so caring with one another but you had to give them both a heavy warning. 

“Jin, you can’t just take Jungkook to your bed when he is in his rut, what if he was influenced by his rut and when he woke up he regretted or hated you for doing something he didn’t consent to?”

“No, I promise, we didn’t do anything. I just held him because he was in pain and he didn’t have to deal with it on his own” Jin exclaimed, “I wouldn’t, at least I don’t think I would ever do anything with anyone without their consent.”

“I know, I just have to say this and advise you not to, if Jungkook begged you too would you have given in.” you sighed running your hand through your hair, the day had only just started and you were already exhausted.

“What if I consent to it beforehand?” Jungkook said nervously, not exactly excited to see Jin standing there, his tail and ears drooped slightly in fear. “I can write it out for you, I don’t want anyone to get in trouble for something I do. If I am in my rut I trust everyone in this house and consent to them if they wish to help me.”

“Yeah give me that form, I will consent too, not that I usually go about needing help, but there have been moments, and it wouldn’t be bad, we share our ruts anyway so maybe it would feel like less of a burden to suffer alone” Yoongi smiled

“I would consent,” Taehyung smiled

“You know I would help you guys out, I’m not shy?” Hoseok giggled

“Look I will draw up some forms and you can fill them out, if you wish privately, I don’t want anyone to feel pressured, and include the names of anyone you give consent to I need specific details and just because you sign these forms doesn’t mean consent doesn’t change, before you do anything I want you to ask and get clear verbal confirmation.”

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It surprised you when each member of the household submitted a form of consent, reading the names on the first form you paused. Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Y/n. Flipping to the next form you saw your name written then again, laying out all the forms you saw your name on each in tiny block letters. It made your heart tremble, looking up from the table they all stood, hands clasped in front of their forms like they were standing before a general in the military. Their eyes searched anywhere in the room but refused to look at you, crossing your arms, you leaned back in your chair. Suppressing a smile, you waited for one of them to break, waiting for one of them to explain why you were included on every form. They shuffled, scratching, fidgeting, shuffling or tugging at their ears or tails nervously.

“Did we do something wrong?” Jimin asked 

“Uh not exactly this is just a little surprising that you included me but I am glad you all trust me enough to help you when you are in need.” You couldn’t help how red your cheeks had gotten and tried to reorganize the forms as a way of distracting yourself. Though the forms didn’t need to be sent away it was just collateral for if something happened. You carried them to the filing cabinet and placed each hybrid’s form into their respective folders.

“What is this?” Seokjin gestured to the filing cabinet.

“All your documents, from adoption to university, medical things, your stocks and shares, anything that you might need now or in the future.” I smiled 

“Stocks and shares?” Namjoon asked

“You think I would leave you with nothing when this is over, I have given you each a portion of the program, if it is a success you will all be set for life, you will be able to live a comfortable life.” I explained, not game enough to face them while I spoke. “For helping me achieve my dream, you deserve to reap some rewards. Hopefully it will help you reach your dreams as well.”

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, I heard a cheeky giggle, lifting my arm I saw Hoseok grinning up at me. “You are so shy, aww shy little baby” 

My cheeks turned redder and my ears popped out from my hair, I covered my face in my hands and tried to drown out the chorus of coo’s from the boys. I whined at their relentless teasing, but it felt nice that they were all happy.

~

“Okay Yoongi, you need to slow down and start indicating,” he nodded and “Perfect and if it looks all clear then make the turn if not you can wait until it is clear.”

“Okay, I don’t see anyone coming,” he pulled down the next street. His movements were a little rough but he was doing well for his first time driving. It was just around the small estate but he was doing so well. “All right and then if you are done we can pull into the driveway or we can go for another loop around.”

He looked at me with a cheeky gummy smile and continued down the road, the boys waved from the front yard and I grinned. “Yoongi at the intersection go right this time.” He followed my direction and we arrived and he parked. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted the boys that we were safe just grabbing something to eat and then would return home soon.

“Come on, let’s have a couple of lamb skewers.” I dragged the snowy tiger hybrid into the small shop. We ate happily taking some extra food home for the others and I grinned driving home.

“You finished, you and Namjoon are almost finished with your degrees, it is good they still had all your records from when you first went to uni so you didn’t have to redo any subjects. Then there is Namjoon who frankly scares me, he just easily flies through his subjects and just has so much motivation towards studying.” I laughed, Yoongi pulled into the garage and shut the rolling door behind us. The others stepped into the garage smiling at us. “You will be a free man once you graduate, what are you thinking of doing? I am not telling you to move out or anything. I am just wondering if there is something you want and if I can help you get it.”

“I want us.” He took my hand and looked at me, “I want you and all those loud idiots out there, I want to be a family.”

“You are a lot more forward today Yoongi,” I smiled, “I like your honesty, and of course you can stay for as long as you want.”

“I guess reading all those psych textbooks has allowed me to accept who I am and I dunno it feels nice to just say what I want.” He looked at the six males dancing in front of the car, Taehyung upping his shirt like a soccer player and smacking his palms against his belly while Jimin and Jungkook were doing some form of twerking the latter upside down with his feet on the wall. I saw the light pink dusting his cheeks as he smiled, his cheeks puffing slightly making his eyes curve,  “I want to live together as a family for the rest of my life.”

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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Jimin had spent the entire day with Jungkook, getting him food and water intermittently and soothing the young hybrid during his most aggressive moments. The scent that was seeping from Jimin’s clothes was a little nerve-racking but nothing you couldn’t handle. It was easy to deal with hybrid-related things since you weren’t a full hybrid. The madness that stemmed around heats and ruts didn’t particularly exist when it came to you.

Honestly, it was a blessing, there was nothing scary than succumbing to your own instincts, sure sometimes it felt good but you preferred things to be consensual. There was no room for confusion that way. Some aspects of hybrid instincts were super convenient, but the idea that someone could be influenced by their own hormones and pheromones and make someone feel loved only for them to wake up and deny it all saying it was just because of their heat or rut. That was the fear of loving a hybrid, did they love you back or are their feelings being manipulated by their animal side.

Jimin carried a bowl of cold water and a small cotton face washer into Jungkook’s room, his face filled with concern over the younger male. He must not be handling his first rut very well, sounds of pain and growling could be heard well into the night. Jimin’s cooing and soothing voice were constant and the only comfort Jungkook received was when he collapsed from exhaustion his breathing would even out and Jimin would leave to get more cold water.

The next morning was oddly quiet there was no animalistic growling or painful shouts. If you listened carefully you could hear them talking softly. Jimin spoke about his first rut and how he was so scared. When the pain would strike Jungkook would whimper once more and apologize profusely to which Jimin would tell him he was okay and everything would get better.

“Breathe, Jungkook,” Jimin spoke and the jaguar would gasp in lungfuls of air. When the pain was over Jimin added softly “It’s time for your medicine, you should be able to sleep now. So try your best, you are exhausted.”

“Will you stay with me?” he mumbled, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Alright move over,” Jimin said after a brief rustling the two stilled and there was a deep rumbling sound you could easily recognize as Jungkook’s unabashed purrs were smooth and warm. They were accompanied by Jimin’s which were a little quicker and bubbled more in his chest.

Taehyung stumbled from his room, his eyes weren’t exactly open but he staggered past your door and towards the kitchen. You heard him run into something heavy and you sighed pulling yourself out of bed to check on the Golden Retriever.

“I kicked my toe.” he pouted

Seokjin slapped the table with his hand and shouted, “You trying to hurt my Taehyungie?” you tried not to laugh at the eldest hybrid’s childish antics, he had stood up and started an imaginary boxing match with the table. Seeing that Taehyung was now smiling, Seokjin took some imaginary punches falling to the ground a couple of times before wrapping his legs around a table leg. “He is a feisty one.”

Sides hurting from the laughter, Taehyung fell over with laughter. He sat on the floor watching his hyung’s performance and the two of you finally settled when he declared himself the winner and resumed his breakfast as nothing happened.

While making yourself a cup of coffee you decided to check how everyone was coping, Seokjin and Taehyung seemed quite fine and happy, you caught a sleepy Hoseok on his way to a shower, he paused in his tired state and gave you a hug. He paused for a moment and you suspected he had fallen asleep against you and you had to lightly shake him awake.

“Good morning Hoseok”

“Mmm… morning” he muttered before continuing his journey towards the bathroom. Giggling as he struggled with the bathroom door handle twice before huffing and forcing his eyelids open long enough to open the door properly. Passing the bathroom you knocked softly on Namjoon’s door, he called you in politely.

“Good morning Namjoon, is there anything I can get you today?”

“Ah no, I will be out soon for breakfast, I was just working on a few things for an upcoming essay.” He sniffed, “You smell good today, I thought I should remind you that I am due for my rut tomorrow and I will be fine on my own, I have my prescription of suppressants. It would be best if I am left alone, although the symptoms are usually subdued I will be a little cranky.”

“Understood, feel free to text me if you need anything, I am always happy to help.” I nodded and headed back out stopping by Yoongi’s door. I knocked and heard a shuffling of blankets.

“Don’t come in,” He called his voice sounding hoarse,

“I understand, let me know if you need anything Yoongi” I scolded myself for forgetting that Yoongi was starting his rut today, I headed to the kitchen and I spoke with the three hybrids sitting around the dining table.

“What helps you through your rut, if I make each of you something for when you get your rut will that help, Like I can make you a basket every six months or so depending on your hybrid species. I could get your favorite drinks and snacks, your favorite movies, or a special pair of pj’s. Or, I could buy you some pheromone spray that can help calm you.”

“No Spray” they all shouted looking momentarily panicked.

“Okay, no spray,” I agreed, letting them write a list, Namjoon emerged and gave a list of drinks and snacks that he always enjoyed when he was feeling sick. Hoping to bring them some sort of ease during their uncomfortable rut period. You guided Jin, Taehyung, and Hoseok out to the shopping center, the four of you filling a shopping cart with different items that each believed would help.

“What about these?” Taehyung held up some cute pj’s they were matching, each was purple with stars, and Hoseok and Jin grabbed them, sizing them up to their chests. “They have room for our tails.”

“Look you can have a set too,” Taehyung said and I grinned, making sure to carefully check my phone for the boy’s sizes. I had made sure to make notes on their sizes for any clothing or shoe purchases.

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Summary:Being BTS’s assistant manager sounded more fun than it was, their schedule was busy and they no longer had time to talk, eat and play. On top of that you couldn’t get close to them for fear of rumours spreading. An accident on set leaves you in a bit of a pickle. No longer do you have to care for the seven tiny boys. No they are huge! Or is it you who is now small?

You were working for the BTS boys, running around getting random props, bags, water, food and other miscellaneous items. You would carry paperwork from Sejin’s office to other departments and staff. You worked precise and efficiently, not allowing for any chance of mistake. 

At least you tried to, you of course made plenty of mistakes in the beginning taking the form for props to the set design, taking the costume designs to Sejin and even carried the budget into a TXT live stream luckily you were not caught on camera. Bowing and stepping out.

Sejin was patient with you and you were grateful, you got to see the BTS boys when they came in for dance practice but they were usually so distracted. They loved having you around but you felt like you got seconds with them before they were gone again. You missed the days when they were little.

You were sent to gather some old props for some new song that would use them as references, you were excited but they never really told you much of anything, everyone was pretty tight lipped. But they assumed you couldn’t speak Korean and in their defence you kind of couldn’t. Sure you had studied Korean in school but talking with the boys was one thing and coming to Korea was another.

Locating the storage room you flicked on the light and pinned the door back, you were running around looking for the items when you saw the old doll house, the one you had built for them. The kept it for a few Tiny Tan recreation videos and was moved into storage at some point. 

Stepping closer to see the pile of little clothes they used to wear, it made you miss them more. Taking care of them, talking whenever you wanted and just sharing your friendship. It was such a beautiful memory, but so long ago it was more nostalgic than anything. 

You would give anything to be able to go back to that moment. Turning you found the box you were looking for, trying to carefully get it off the top shelf and lower it down you had a lever digging into your chest. Grasping the crate you pulled it off the shelf and tried to safely place it on the floor. The corner of the box getting caught on something. 

You stepped back hoping whatever was in the way was now clear for you to place the props container on the cement. Even though you knew you should be heading back already you didn’t want to take the wrong box of props to set. Just a quick glance inside to prevent any further delays that might occur taking a second trip.

There was a small creaking sound like something falling into place. Opening the box you heard a whirring noise above you looking up to see the same machine that had miniaturized the boys in the first place. Someone had turned it on and it was pointed at you. Looking down you saw the lever which had previously been dug into your chest. It must have been caught on the box and as you brought the box down it took the lever with it.

Unlike other times the lever seemed stuck and the machine was making so much noise you were generally worried it would blow up leaving you with severe burns.

“I’m an idiot.” You gasped falling forward into the box lid clattering somewhere off to the side. A soft leather jacket breaking your fall, next to Hoseok’s spiked mask. That was close. Taking a deep breath you tried to wriggle towards the edge of the box only falling deeper into the soft leather. You heard the door to the prop room open.

“Where did she go?” Exasperation dripping off the strangers words.

“We will find her later, we have to take the props out quickly.”

The box was lifted and you dove under the fabric hiding in the jacket pocket. Hoping not to be spotted by anyone. They began taking things from the box. Please don’t throw or drop me.” You whispered

“Hey, my old leather jacket,” Yoongi grinned, “This is from when we were shooting danger.”

“Yoongi it’s your turn to get your hair done.” He walked over and sat in the chair, squished against the arm of the chair and his body. Pushing him he moved slightly making a small noise of confusion. 

“Stay here, I just need to grab another bottle of heat protectant spray,” the stylist said, Yoongi’s hand went into the pocket and your only defense mechanism was to curl up in a ball. He pulled you from his pocket and looked down at you confused. 

If you were to fall you weren’t sure you would survive, the world was so big and you were so small. “What is- Y/n?” He shut his mouth quickly and hid you close to him, “what is going on?”

“I was getting props and I bumped the lever and got miniaturized,” You sighed sitting in his hand, “That’s not the only problem I think the machine is broken, meaning I might be stuck like this forever.”

“You are going to have to hide in my pocket, we will figure this out once the shooting is done.” He said with a small smile sliding you back into his jacket pocket. “My very own tiny hand warmer.”

Your cheeks flushed as you tried to make yourself comfortable in his pocket. It wasn’t the most fun experience, the dancing was erratic and you were starting to feel sick. That and the temperature in the small space was climbing. 

After a few takes Yoongi went to get a drink pulling you from his pocket and smiling. “I am sorry, it mustn’t be comfortable.”

“Yoongi, it’s time for solo scenes,” Seokjin said, “I just finished mine, so you are up next.”

“Alright, um… Y/n, accidentally shrunk herself,” Yoongi lifted you into the older members view, still keeping you hidden from the other staff members. Seokjin’s face split into a grin as he let out a little aegyo whine. Yoongi was being called again so he gently placed you in Seokjin’s hand, “Can you hold her for a bit and keep her safe and out of sight?”

“Hello love, tell me how I look, is my handsome face as beautiful up close.” He laughed holding you up close to his face, eyes big, you laughed at how silly he looked when he was cinema sized.

“Your jokes are funnier when you are this big,” You giggled and he scoffed, your laugh had caught the attention of Jungkook. Once he recognized you, he bore a mischievous smile. The fake maknae and the golden maknae were quick to taunt and tease you, poking your sides and making you giggle some more. “ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵃᶦʳ!”

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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

There was something hard about bringing up such a topic with all the members in the house. You knew what needed to be discussed, but it was getting to those topics that were hard. It became even more awkward once Jimin returned, he seemed super affectionate which you loved, it was good to finally express some of the feelings you had locked away. It was the looks from the others that made it hard, the way they tried not to touch you. The hierarchy shifted slightly and suddenly they didn’t want to anger Jimin, for fear they would be kicked out. It wasn’t healthy for them to live in fear and tip toe around you.

On top of all this emotional relationship stuff there was work to be done, currently everyone in the house was in University excluding Jimin and yourself and you were trying your best to help each of them where they needed it, keeping them fed, showered, well rested and happy was taxing.

Jungkook was struggling with his class and you decided to help him by creating flash cards for his upcoming exam. It was in the middle of your study session that Jimin stepped behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck softly. You didn’t want to cause a scene but it tickled and the giggles escaped without your permission. Closing your eyes and melting back against Jimin’s chest, it felt almost scandalous like you shouldn’t be caught showing affection which you knew wasn’t true.

Huffing and standing Jungkook’s chair clattered loudly startling you from your moment, Jimin stepped around you looking concerned. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook was angry, his chest heaving underneath his thin black shirt, his eyes were sharp and his tail fluffed. Jimin reacted instinctively, not meaning to but his tail fluffed as well and the two were growling and hissing low at one another. “What is your problem?”

“I am sick of you acting like you care so much about Y/n, when you were the first one to turn your back on her when you found out she wasn’t human.” Jungkook shouted, figures came rushing from the hall and spilling into the living and dining area.

Words were thrown back and forth and just as things were starting to look physical you threw yourself between the two receiving a punch to the jaw. Jungkook looked horrified and Jimin was being physically restrained by the others. Blinking until your head cleared, you caught sight of Jungkook’s nose pinkened and his cheeks wet as his chest shook with tears. “I-I didn’t-”

He took off to his room slamming the door and though he was trying to be quiet in a house full of hybrids and animalistic beings. You heard every choke, sniffle and cry he tried to press into the pillow. You assure Jimin and the others you are okay and laugh, obviously it didn’t feel good and you had a splitting headache from the impact, but you weren’t a trembling flower.

Letting Jungkook get all his emotions out, you formulated what you should do and how to proceed from here. It shouldn’t have gotten this far, fights shouldn’t have broken out. The sound of a zip didn’t seem particularly alarming, nor did the sound of the cupboard doors, until you thought about it a moment longer.

Jungkook was packing a bag. Scrambling to his door you earnestly knocked, receiving only a sorrowful whine. Yoongi looked at you from a little way up the hallway, “He is a grown man with all the strength and mental maturity for making decisions but his emotional growth had been stunted, remember his hormones had been blocked for years, he is experiencing mood swings. He will act without thinking but it will ease up with time, just don’t give up on him yet.”

“I would never give up on him.” I huffed, saying the words firmly at the door hoping he would hear it. “Jungkook, please let me talk to you for a little bit.”

The door was unlocked, it was enough of an invitation. Stepping inside I saw him sitting on the bed, his head hanging low. The scent in the room was thick and you immediately understood the problem. Taking his bag you placed it on the floor and sat on his computer chair rolling it forward until you could place your hand on his knee for comfort. 

“Look at me jungkook,” He looked up before averting his eyes back down and you chuckled softly. “I know it is pretty scary right now cause you are feeling a lot of different things, but I want to let you know that it is not safe for you to leave today okay.”

He looked up, his watery eyes confused at your words. “I mean I don’t want you to leave ever, but if you don’t want to be here I won’t force you to go kookie, it’s just that you are releasing some strong pheromones and I think you have started your rut. It would be best if you really do want to leave to stay here until it passes.” you patted his head letting him nuzzle his cheek and nose into your hand. Agreeing to wait until after his heat to make a decision.

As you stepped out, Jimin caught the door, moving slowly inside, appearing kind of small as he made to sit beside Jungkook. He began talking to Jungkook quietly and asking him if there was anything that could help him through his rut. The younger male shrugged not knowing what he would need or want, being his first time experiencing something like this.

You left the two alone hoping they would be able to talk about what they were both feeling in the moment before they started fighting. You made a mental note to talk to Jimin and ask him to perhaps back off from being too physical in front of everyone. Heading over to the calendar wanting to document Jungkook’s rut for the purpose of monitoring his health. Plus it would be easy for him to plan his life around his body’s schedule.

As you wrote ‘Jungkook’s Rut’ on the calendar you looked to see the next two days filled already. ‘Yoongi’s Rut’ and ‘Namjoon’s Rut’. Pausing you took a shaky breath. This wasn’t going to be easy but you knew they wouldn’t hurt you, they were respectful boys, but with so many hormonal men, it would probably induce the others and you would be dealing with no doubt seven hybrids in their Rut cycle.

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You knew the exact moment each hybrid figured out what you had done. Stepping through the door you were bombarded by the two youngest, it had almost become a ritual to be engulfed in hugs and nuzzles but upon impact, you saw their faces contort into a mix of horror and disgust. Both young men blanch and throw themselves back in order to avoid being contaminated by this new addition to your scent.

Taehyung’s small whine was subtle compared to the sound of despair and anger that left Jungkooks’s throat, the two backed away retreating quietly to their rooms. It hurt, the two most affectionate ones in the house treating you with hostility and almost ignoring you. Could you blame them, they had all but confessed their feelings to you and you brought home another scent.

Your heart hurt, like being rejected. Was this a rejection? Did you ruin your relationship? You knew that you had grown too close to each of them. Getting to know each of them one by one, find out their fears, goals, and passions. Never in your life had you ever thought about cheating, and only recently had the concept of multiple partners been brought to your attention.

Was it considered cheating that you had shared an intimate moment with Jimin without the others? Was it selfish that you in fact were coming to terms that you might want to love and receive love from all of the males in the shared house? This was beyond your mental capacity but was it really fair on Yoongi to hear all your secrets. Beginning to feel insecure about how one-sided the relationship had become.

Stalking to the bathroom feeling dirty, guilt like acid in your chest corroding its way up your throat. Scrubbing your skin red with soap and scalding water, the tears falling until they began to sting your eyes. Did you regret what you had done? Never. Then why did you feel ashamed?

 A faint knock came from the bathroom door, and you choked back a silent sob, “Yes, I’m hoping out, sorry” 

Dressing quickly and rushing outside without a moment of hesitation. Needing to remove yourself from the house, for some fresh air in hopes that it might clear your head. Everything was becoming tight like the walls were closing in. Gripping the railing with tight fists. Breath in for five, hold it for five, release for five, hold for five and repeat.

Twelve rounds in and you had relieved the feeling of suffocation but the bitter feelings stayed anchored heavy in your chest. It was a familiar scent that had calmed you, coming back to the present with warm arms wrapped around your waist.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hoseok asked, rotating you in his arms until you were face too well, chest with the hybrid male. He took your cheeks in his hands and brought his nose to yours brushing the two together with a cute little sound effect. “Boing”

“Come to my secret hideout,” Hoseok led you through some overgrown hedges to where you found a secret little stone bench tucked away. It seemed Hoseok had found and claimed the area. He ducked under a small branch and held it up for you to pass under. “It is a little messy but I like it.”

“I can help you clean it up, we could prune and make it pretty”  you mumbled, wanting to spend time with the young man. You wanted to know more of what was under the surface when it came to Hoseok.

“Pretty is nice, but this is real, untouched, this is how it has grown on its own and I think that’s special don’t you. Why should I try to shape something to fit what I want, will it make the plants happy? They grow in their own special ways however the wind and the rain guide them and they do it with every fiber of their being.” He giggled, “It’s like you, you never try to shape us differently or make us do anything we don’t want to, you let us grow in our own special way.”

“Hoseok…” You looked up at him close to tears, this is what you wanted. You wanted Hybrids to gain some self-worth.

“I think seeing something so natural and full of raw emotion and effort is way more beautiful than pretending to fit in.” Hoseok’s eyes were on you and you understood he had slyly moved the conversation to your insecurities about fitting in somewhere in the world. “Just be yourself and the right people will step into your garden and they will think you are beautiful.”

“Can I ask you something?” You whispered, picking lint off your pants, “Is it wrong to want multiple partners?”

“Can I tell you something, Red deer hybrids are polyamorous, I see it as a natural beautiful thing, I told you when it was brought up that I love the family we created because well, a part of me thought we were already all in a relationship. It hurt to think it was all in my head, but the way we were acting was the same as the herd back home on the farm.” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck.

Hoseok dove into his past telling you about growing up being teased by the other young bucks and the two of you laughed about Hoseok’s mischievous adolescence getting back at his bullies. He made you open up, it was different compared to talking with Yoongi, Yoongi helped you work on yourself but Hoseok was just a friendly unbiased ear.

“That’s great that you and Jimin finally established a relationship, there was always some strange tension there, and I can see how the boys would take it hard. Don’t hold it against them, they aren’t mad at you. If anything they are upset, you see they are so young and everything seems so dramatic at that age. You smelling like another hybrid to them is like you saying “I hate you and I never want to be with you. Just a little time and some assurance and they will see they aren’t getting kicked out nor is the world ending.”

“I should probably talk to them both,” You hummed, processing Hoseok’s words and understanding a little more why the boys behaved so reserved earlier that afternoon.

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Churned | MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer

Hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation
⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand)
⤞Games:Food play, temperature play

Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW

Rating:18+

Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.

Word count:4,991K

Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare

A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.

Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung​ for the prompts! Enjoy!

It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.

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ICYMI: Yoongi, in a cabin getaway, during the summer with some ice cream.

Churned | MYG

❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer

Hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation
⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand)
⤞Games:Food play, temperature play

Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW

Rating:18+

Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.

Word count:4,991K

Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare

A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.

Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung​ for the prompts! Enjoy!

It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.

“I thought you said you were bringing Kai?”

You groaned at Lili and waved her off. “Oh, I ended that shit days ago.”

Her eyes widened comically. “And you didn’t tell me?” 

You shrugged. “Eh. It wasn’t really that serious between us so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“I thought you said he was cute?”

“Hewas,but that boy couldn’t make me cum if he tried,” you say flippantly.

“Oh no,” she says gravely. “So…it didn’t get any better?”

You threw your hands up and shrugged. “Nope. I just find myself reaching for my vibrator more often than not. I thought to myself—what’s the point of having access to dick when that dick ain’t shit anyway.”

She hummed, while she organized the produce in the fridge. “True.” 

“What’s worse is that he didn’t even really have that much of a personality so…I was really counting on the sex to be mind-blowing. 0 for 2 there.” You scoffed. “I mean…is it really too much to ask to get dick-whipped every now and then?”

Lili laughs heartily by the kitchen sink. “I think the term you’re looking for is ‘dicked-down’,” she corrects.

“Whatever, Lil. The point is, I just want to be manhandled a little,” you call out past your shoulder. You rounded the corner to walk back by the front door to retrieve more items that your friends have unloaded when you jump after seeing a stranger standing by the door.

“Holy shit,” you yelped in horror and threatened to throw a can of chicken broth at him.

“Woah, woah—please don’t do that,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m really sorry that I snuck up on you.”

You hung on to the can of broth. “Who are you?” You ask as you try to bring your heart rate down. “H-how long have you been standing there?” 

“YN, are you okay?” Lili rushes over to you then gets a good look at the newcomer. “Oh…are you—Hobi and Joon’s friend?”

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I’m—“

“Oh, good you’ve met Yoongi!” Hobi exclaims out as he walks into the cabin unloading more groceries, followed by Namjoon and Yeona.

After formal introductions and some explanations, you finally relax and put the can down.

“Nice to meet you,” he says in a low, gentle voice. His eyes linger on you.

“Anyway, the room assignments aren’t fixed but obviously, Hobi and Lil claimed the master bedroom. Yeona and I have the loft and YN has the other bedroom that has a double bed. So your options are either the couch or hammock by the deck,” Namjoon explains.

“I’m cool with taking the couch.” You hear Yoongi say as you walk back to the pantry to put away more snacks while Yeona shows Yoongi where the extra sheets and pillows are.

******

Yeona and Lili busied themselves around the kitchen while you stuck to watching them since you were a bit of a hazard—which Yeona was completely comfortable with since Namjoon was the same way at home…and well, pretty much anywhere.

You sat on the counter snacking on a tangerine while watching your girlfriends prepare lunch. “So, how long have they known this Yoongi-guy? I’ve never heard them talk about him before.”

“Yoongi just moved to town. They were all roommates in college, lost touch for a couple years then reconnected just recently,” Yeona explains. “He works in tech, I think.”

You hummed. “He seems pretty quiet.”

Lili chuckled to herself. “Or maybe he’s just intimidated by how loud we all are”

“He’s cute though,” you said, noncommittally as you chewed on a tangerine slice.

Lili and Yeona’s heads whip around in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously.

You suddenly find yourself uncomfortably shifting. “What? I have eyes! I’m not insinuating anything.”

“Babe, insinuate all you want. I hear he’s single,” Lili says.

“…And packing,” Yeona adds.

Now it was your turn to be shocked at your friend. “Yeona! You are an engaged woman!”

She laughed. “So? I have eyes, too. Not that I’m going to do anything about it because I’m fully satisfied with Joon, if you catch my drift.”

Your giggles ring in the kitchen.

“But how can you tell?” Lili asks.

Yeona motions over to the deck where the guys are hanging out, making casual conversation when Yoongi gets up to grab a beer from the cooler.

“See how low those shorts are slung?”

Your eyes slowly drift to his waistband.

“It’s not just the drawstring and elastic holding them up,” Yeona mumbles. “I would know because,” she clears her throat, “Namjoon has the same special skill.”

You and Lili tilt your heads almost in unison and hum in appreciation. Suddenly, Yoongi glances at the window and into the kitchen and you all turn your attention elsewhere, pretending that you were doing something important.

******

After lunch, the afternoon turned to be a scorcher so you all changed into your swimsuits and made your way down to the lake to cool off.

Yoongi turned out to be a silent observer, mostly. Fully content watching the banter between you and your friends. Hobi and Namjoon would occasionally rib him from their college days and he just laughed along while trading one-liners of his own.

You were perfectly fine enjoying the afternoon and taking a dip in the lake. But thanks to Yeona’s earlier comment, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting down to Yoongi’s boardshorts. You were pulled away from your daydream when he randomly splashes you with water.

“You okay there?” He asks.

You freeze and panic. “Uhh—fine.” You blinked then shook your head. This wasn’t going to work. You decided to extract yourself from this potentially dangerous situation. Otherwise, this was shaping up to be an extra long weekend. “Uhm, you know, what? I’m gonna head back up to the cabin.”

“Are you okay, YN?” Hobi calls out.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll go and relax and maybe read a book or something.”

“Want me to come with you, babe?” Lili asks.

“No, thanks. I’m fine, I swear. It’s just the heat. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”

You made your way up the wooden steps leading back to the cabin. It was still pretty humid so instead of taking a shower right away, you go into the fridge and grab a couple of ice cubes and hold them up to your neck.

You sighed, feeling the touch of coolness against your skin.

“YN?”

You gasp at the sound of his voice, turning to see Yoongi standing by the counter.

“Jesus, you’re really light on your feet,” you remarked. “Were you a cat or something in your previous life?”

He laughs. “So I’ve been told. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You looked a little…flustered earlier.”

Flustered was right. Flustered with the thought of Yoongi’s dickprint mocking you through those shorts.

“You’re sweet but I’m okay. You didn’t have to come all the way up here to check up on me,” you say softly.

The ice cubes continued to melt and drip down your skin.

“Hot day, huh?” He says as he takes a couple of steps towards you, brushing up his soaked hair back with his fingers.

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly breathless while you watched him.

“Leave it to Namjoon to find a place with no air conditioning,” he jokes.

You both laugh, breaking the tension. And then it was back again when you both fell silent. You fidgeted then moved the ice cubes to the back of your neck, where the water continued to drip down your bikini top.

“That looks refreshing. Can I try?” He motions to the ice on your neck.

You raised your eyebrows. “S-sure. Knock yourself out,” you said.

You were baffled seeing him walk up to you instead of the fridge. He was now inches away from you. You then gestured at the fridge and tell him, “There’s ice–”

“I said, I wanted to try this.” Before you could stop him, he dipped his mouth onto your neck and sucked hard.

You gasped as you felt the alternate sucking and licking patterns he did. When he squeezes your hip bone, you let out a deep, ragged moan.

But it was short-lived as you both jump and quickly separate the moment you hear Hobi’s cackles approaching the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were gonna lie down?” Lili says.

“I was–uh–but…” You scrambled. “I…I just wanted to cool off a bit more,” you held up the ice cubes as some measly proof that you weren’t up to anything scandalous. You glanced at Yoongi whose hands rested on the counter, looking cool as a cucumber. As if he wasn’t just trying to give you a hickey seconds ago. You try to casually flip your hair to try and cover up in case he left any obvious marks.

Your friends don’t seem to suspect anything.

“Namjoonie, you think we can get the grill going?” Hobi says, breaking the tension.

Before Namjoon can answer, “Hobi–” Yeona scolds him. “Do you know who you’re talking to and what you are asking him to do?”

“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers. “I think I’m cooled enough,” he says before prying his eyes away from you and walking back towards the deck to set up the grill.

Everyone else retreats to their room to get changed while you rush over to the bathroom, immediately desperate for that cold shower you had initially intended on getting.

******

After dinner, you, Namjoon, and Yeona played some board games in the dining room while Hobi, Lili, and Yoongi sat out on the deck by the firepit. It distracted you momentarily from this afternoon’s close-call. You excused yourself to grab a beer from the fridge and decide to glance out by the deck.

To your surprise, Yoongi was already looking your way. Your breath hitches and you turn away. You fumble with the kitchen drawers, trying to look for the bottle opener.

“Looking for something?” You look up to see him standing in the kitchen.

“Uh–just…looking for the bottle opener,” you smile nervously. He unnerved you–there was no question about it. And this was only the first night! You wondered how you’d be able to get through the rest of the weekend thinking about Yoongi’s possibly gifted crotch-area.

“Here, I keep one on my key ring, just in case.” He offers you his set of keys, holding up the bottle opener separately and handing it to you. You flinch when his hands touch yours during the exchange.

“Uh, thanks,” you mutter after you crack the bottle open, then quickly drop the keys into his palm before you walk away from him wordlessly, to return to your board game. You were intent on avoiding him for the rest of the night–for your sanity.

The night went on and one by one, each of your friends started to turn in. 

You laid in your room, tossing and turning. It was late but you craved something. You weren’t sure whether you were thirsty or hungry, or both. You pad over to the kitchen and rummage through the snack bin. You didn’t find anything of interest.

You look into the freezer then find a pint of cookie dough ice cream. That should hit the spot, you thought. You grabbed a spoon, and dug in–not even bothering to scoop a bit into a separate bowl. You’d probably finish the whole thing in one sitting.

“Can’t sleep?”

You are startled again as you spot him leaning against the wall by the kitchen.

“Oh my god!” You said as you clutched your chest. “Stop scaring me like that!”

He chuckles. “Sorry! I can’t help how I move. Or maybe you just need to relax a little bit. You seem a bit tense.”

You swallowed hard. “It’s the heat. I can’t stand it. I just get really agitated,” You said, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth.

“Sorry I woke you…I forgot you were out here,” you said apologetically, suddenly remembering that he chose to sleep on the couch. 

“Nah. I couldn’t sleep either. I have a weird sleep pattern.”

You nodded wordlessly.

He walks over to the counter to reach for the bottle of whiskey then searches for a lowball glass up on the cupboards. When he couldn’t find one, he settled for one of the plastic cups set out and poured himself a shot. “Want some?”

You shook your head. Whiskey wasn’t really your thing…though watching him toss it back and swallow makes you want to get into it.

“I was thinking,” he started after setting the cup back down on the counter. “Since we’re both up, maybe we could finish what we started…you know, before we got rudely interrupted.”

“What makes you think I’d want to finish it?” You’d sound more convincing if the fluttering in your belly would just quit.

He smirks, then saunters towards you. He rests his hand on your hipbone and squeezes it gently. You gasp at the contact.

“One thing you need to know about me is that…I’m very observant. I also like to pay attention.”

He was closing in on you—your lips barely touching. You were panting softly into his mouth. He decides to tease you by darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.

“I know you liked it when I touched you here.” He was massaging your hip now. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter, unaware how much longer you’d be able to stand upright.

“And you liked when I did this,” he dipped his head and sucked on your neck. You stifled a moan. When he pulls away, you suddenly feel bereft.

“I want to try something.” You follow his line of sight as he glances over at the pint of ice cream that you were just snacking on. His eyes are dancing with delight as you telepathically work out what he was planning to do.

“Do you—“

“Okay,” you say a little too eagerly.

His lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Alright then.” He grabs your spoon and dips it into the tub. He brings it to his mouth for a taste. “Mm…what flavor is this?”

You watch his tongue lick the back of the spoon. “Cookie dough,” you say softly.

“Hm.” He dips the spoon into the tub once more. “I’m more of a chocolate guy but I think I might learn to like this.”

You gasp as he lets the ice cream drip down to the swell of your breast. As the drop slides down to your skin he catches it with his mouth, suckling on the skin. You immediately feel your panties soak through the gusset.

He pulls away once more, licking his lips clean.

He motions over to the counter. “Hop on,” he commands and you do as you’re told.

He takes the pint again and tells you to scoot down to the edge of the counter. Once you do, he drops another scoop of ice cream on your thigh. You watch it slowly drip down further into your leg.

Yoongi dips his head down and you could have sworn that you heard him inhale and take in your scent before he drags his tongue from your inner to your upper thigh. You stifled a moan when he began sucking on the flesh for a few seconds.

“Y-Yoongi, wait—“ You gripped his shoulders.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, but—“

His eyebrows knit in confusion.

“I think,” you panted, trying to get your head straight after his oral assault. “I think we should move this somewhere else? I-I just don’t want anyone to walk in on us. Maybe you’re into that but I’m not.”

“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a small smile.

“Bedroom, then?”

“Sure.”

You hopped off the counter and started to walk back to your room when you paused then turned to him. “Bring that, will you?” You nodded at the tub of ice cream.

As soon as he shuts the door behind him and sets the ice cream down by the dresser, you turn your head and pull his mouth towards yours for a long, deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, licking, tasting.

You felt him backing you up until your calves hit the side of the bed before lowering you onto it. You scoot back further and he starts working on pulling your bottoms off. As soon as he pulls your top off, his mouth quickly wraps around a nipple while his other hand pinches the other.

He pulls away to retrieve the ice cream that he left on the dresser.

You leaned back, your weight balanced on your elbows. Your heartbeat quickened as you anticipated his next move. His gaze was hot, lips parted as he dropped another scoop down to your pelvis. He drags his tongue downwards, until he goes past your mound and finishes with a light flick at your folds.

You gasped audibly. When he leans back, you dip your finger into the tub and swipe it at his mouth. A low growl escapes him as you licked it off hungrily. His eyes were so completely dilated by lust, they were black.

You lifted his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, his shoulders strain with the hard stretch of fabric. You take the ice cream from him and dip your fingers into the tub once more and drag it across your chest.

His head turned, mouth latching onto your nipple and suckling, easy, gentle tugs of suction on the sensitive point. You whimpered when his teeth caught the hardened tip, completely trapping you.

Your head bowed, eyes entranced at the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue fluttered at the tip, his throat working as he swallowed. Your core tightened and pulsed, echoing the rhythmic pulls. You feel him slide two fingers in you–working and stretching you for him.

Having had enough, he takes the tub and tosses it by the nightstand haphazardly.

He slots himself between your legs and settles there for a bit, tasting, and licking you. Your back arches, lifting your hips to his mouth as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over your clit. He sits up, stopping short of your orgasm–which, surprisingly, didn’t even make you mad.

Frantically reaching between you, you untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him. You gasped not just at the size but the girth. This was why you weren’t mad at him for stopping.

“What did you say you wanted earlier?”

You swallow hard as his voice brings you back to reality. “W-what?”

“Earlier, when you were in the kitchen.” He was pumping his cock slowly, stopping to squeeze the tip…teasing you while you salivated.

“I…I don’t–” you struggled to find the words.

“You wanted to get–what was it? Dick-whipped? Or dicked-down?”

Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as he repeated your supposedly throwaway comment from this morning–when he walked in on you and Lili in the kitchen.

“If that’s still on the table then you’re in for a real treat,” he says with a devilish lilt to his voice. You didn’t protest when he took your hand and pulled it towards him. You instinctively wrap your hands around him, fingertips tracing the thick veins coursing along his length. The tip was dripping with precum, your thumb captured it, hands gliding, spreading his slick all over him.

He pulls away and sits on the bed, urging you to climb on top of him. Once your legs settle on either side of his hips, you lift yourself slightly then align the tip to your opening. “Take it slow,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to be inside you all night and we can’t have you sore,” he says, running his hands down your arms.

That sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “What if–what if I can’t–” you struggled to find the words. You weren’t sure if he would fit–if you could make him fit. Sensing your apprehension, Yoongi reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from your face. “Trust me–” He kisses you. “You can,” he says confidently.

You were the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his cock back and forth between your already dripping folds.

He groaned at the feel of your warmth, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into you. He grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down, spreading you wide open for him.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” Your eyelids grew heavy as you sank onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of you.

He lifted you slightly. You sighed, feeling his length glide out of you until he stopped right at the tip. He held you there, hovering for a few seconds then lowered you again, making you take more of him in. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to maintain control.

You pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until your ass sat atop his thighs. He was deliciously thick and long. You whimpered as he throbbed inside you.

Tilting your head, you kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against yours.

With your hands on his shoulders, you fucked him with rhythmic pumps of your hips. He was delectable and absolutely irresistible. The feel of his cock moving inside you. That low, rumble in his chest gave away how turned on he was. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and his forehead. The way his biceps and pectorals clenched when you dropped down and his cock pushed deep. You were shamelessly needy for it and couldn’t get enough.

“Mm–so fucking good,” he growled, making your walls clench at the compliment.

He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving your face. Reaching between you, he rubbed your clit in hard, quick circles. His ministrations turned out to be too much–pushing you over the edge. You felt a scream building up but you also didn’t want to wake the whole cabin. You instinctively bury your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder before you came with a cry, your cunt milking his cock in euphoric ripples.

Not even a few seconds after the contractions slow, he springs into action and flips you on to your stomach.

With one hand at the small of your back, holding you down, he cupped your wet heat and rubbed, massaging your arousal all over you. He spread it around, coating you with it. Your hips circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to reach another orgasm.

The pounding in your clit and the needy clenching of your empty cunt was driving you mad. He pushed two fingers into you and your nails dug into layers of sheets. He finger-fucked you leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping you on the edge.

“Yoongi, please,” you sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside you rippling greedily around his digits. You were coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.

His fingers pulled free and then his cock was pushed into you. Your pussy spasmed around him, sucking him deeper. You heard his breath catch in a muffled groan.

You mewled helplessly with the pleasure of it, your entire body shaking as he fucked you thoroughly, his cock rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves. The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm.

“Oh, fuck, yesss,” you gasped, stretched tightly with anticipation.

Then he pulled out at the first grip of your core and left you hanging on the precipice again. Only to slip himself all the way back in, filling you, stroking rhythmically into your trembling core.

His thighs kept yours spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. The tempo of his thrusts were relentless.

You let out a sudden yelp when he gives your ass a good smack. Bending over you, he gasped in your ear, “Are you dicked-down enough yet? Hm?”

You had nothing left to fight with, barely able to whimper when he reaches under and rolled an aching nipple between his fingertips and slides down to your splayed legs. His hips began to lunge, his cock pumping upward into you as he pinched and swiped at the folds around your throbbing clit before rubbing the swollen bud.

You came again with a hoarse cry of his name, the sheets and mattress muffling your screams. Your entire body convulsing as the relief exploded through you. The orgasm lasted, what felt like forever and Yoongi was tireless, extending your pleasure with the perfect thrusts you’d craved for earlier.

You collapse onto the bed, panting and soaked with sweat. He pulls out of you carefully and turns you over with your back to the mattress. You were in a complete orgasmic daze–incapable of stopping him when he pushed your thighs apart and put his mouth on you. He tongued and suckled on your clit until you came again. And again.

Your back arched with each orgasm, your breath draining from your lungs. You lost track of how many times you climaxed after they began rolling into each other, cresting and waning like the tide. 

Climbing over you with one knee on the mattress and the other leg extended to the floor, he pushes himself into you one more time. You shoved at him, “Wait–I don’t know if I can take any more…”

“I know, baby.” He slid into you, his eyes on your face as he pushed carefully through swollen tissues. “I’ll go slow,” He says soothingly.

Somehow, it occurred to you that he hadn’t cum yet. Hypersensitivity be damned, your hips moved of their own volition and met his thrusts.

“So good…can’t stop,” he says sighs. Like clockwork, you feel another orgasm slowly building up.

“I don’t think I can pull out–you feel too fucking good,” he moans as he drags his cock in and out of your cunt.

You didn’t want him to, either. “S’okay–implant,” you managed to assure him, referring to the contraceptive implant in your arm.

He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside you, pulling you onto him until you gasped in pain at how deep he was. Your cunt clung to the base of his length, spread wide for him. He filled you to the brim and you loved every bit of it. Throwing his head back, he gasped and jerked inside you. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting, staying true to what he said…that he just couldn’t stop.

******

The next morning, you awoke with the sun peeking through the blinds. You roll onto your back as your eyes adjust to the natural light that starts to fill the room. Vague memories from last night also began to flood in.

Yoongi.

“Fuck,” you sit up abruptly, suddenly aware that you were naked under the covers. The door slowly opening startles you and you instinctively pull the blankets tight around your chest. He walks in with a big, piping hot cup of coffee. You accept it and mouth your ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You hummed in appreciation while he sat on the mattress next to you.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing that sound,” he says as he shyly scratches the back of his head.

You smiled as your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat. “Uhm—did you…did you sleep here? I don’t remember.” Yes, the multiple orgasms practically rendered you comatose.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I managed to grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall after…for you–but then after that, I, uh…didn’t think I could walk back to the couch,” he laughed nervously, “So…I just knocked out. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“No, I didn’t.” Truthfully, you didn’t remember much but you vaguely recalled a warm body next to yours. You weren’t much for cuddling but it didn’t seem to bother you.

You both chuckled awkwardly. “Anyway, I woke up before everyone else and made breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry.”

“Oh.” That was nice of him. “Y-yeah…I just–need a minute to get changed.”

“Sure. Take your time,” he says casually before leaning in, intending to give you a peck on your cheek but you suddenly turn your head and he ends up landing on your lips instead.

Okay…this, you remember. His velvet tongue slips into your mouth, stroking yours in long, languid licks. He pulls away first–and you’re both breathless. Knowing full well that you were bare under the sheets, he’s fighting every instinct in him to rip the covers off you and fuck you senseless this morning.

“So…I’ll, uh, see you in a few minutes? Namjoon says he wants everyone to go on a hike later so you might need some fuel for that.”

You made a face. You weren’t much of an outdoors-y person but you also didn’t want to be the party pooper. “I guess, yeah.”

“Or,“ his finger brushes your bare shoulder. "I can tell him that we’re allergic to hikes and we can just chill in the jacuzzi out back. It’d be a shame not to put it to good use this weekend,” he says offhandedly.

You bit your lip at the sound of that.

You’ve reach the end! Thank you so much for reading!

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⏤ pairing: yoongi x female reader

⏤ 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

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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.

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