Since I hadn’t really planned to go anywhere, it didn’t take me very long to get ready at all. I had let my hair air dry, I had no intention of putting on makeup and my clothes consisted of black leggings and an oversized white t-shirt. These were all decisions I regretted deeply the moment I told Namjoon I was ready and he’d replied with, “let’s go to the library”
Public? He wanted to go out in public? Normally I wouldn’t have given it a second thought, because really, who dresses up to study? But the fact that I was going to be accompanied by an unrealistically attractive man had me second guessing my life choices that morning.
The memory of what those girls thought of me when I was seen with them flashed through my mind and I grimaced. I didn’t need a rerun of yesterday.
“You sure you don’t want to just stay here?” I asked, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes and have pity.
“No, we should go somewhere the others won’t feel tempted to follow and interrupt” I slouched at his words.
“Kay…” I sniffled, staring longingly at my kitchen table. He rolled his eyes at my antics, grabbed my bag and led the way out of my home.
In the time it’d taken for me to eat breakfast, he had showered, styled his hair and transformed into some kind of wandering, homeless, monk. Even stranger was how well he was pulling it off.
I’d successfully dodged Jimin thus far, although I had a feeling he wasn’t trying all that hard to interact with me either. He, Seokjin, and Hoseok had all gone back to Jungkook’s before Jungkook and I had even finished our conversation. And although I hadn’t checked, I suspected that along with Jungkook, Taehyung and Yoongi were asleep.
Under any other circumstances, I would never have left strange men alone in my home, but with Jungkook being there and them being the people he trusted most…I felt that it was somewhat safe to leave them unattended for a while. That saying, I was also piss poor so it wasn’t like I owned anything these aristocrats would want.
“Your school has a library, yes?” Namjoon broke through my thoughts as we trotted down the stairs to the ground floor.
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, huffing, “of course”
If I had been looking I would’ve seen the smirk on his face.
We were about halfway to my school when I began to have that itching feeling that I had forgotten something.
Patting my legging pockets as subtly as possible, I mentally did a checklist.
Phone? Check. Wallet…my wallet! My bag!
“Oh no!” I gasped.
Namjoon jumped a little at my outburst, shooting me an annoyed but confused glare.
“My bag! It’s—oh.” I drooped as he held up my bag that he’d been carrying. A fierce blush shaded my cheeks.
I stayed quiet the rest of the way there, more or less shrugging off all his attempts to start a conversation. The building embarrassment from the growing list of stupid mistakes I kept making around them had my mind otherwise preoccupied.
When we got to the library, the calm, focused atmosphere rapidly relieved me of my anxiety. We settled at a table by the windows and it was when he sat next to me and leaned in to read what I was setting out before us, I realized just how good he smelled.
I inwardly groaned. How was I supposed to not think of this man as more than Jungkook’s best friend when he 1. Looked like a greek god 2. Smelled devine, and 3. Had the biggest brain of anyone I’d ever met.
Still, I sent him a shy smile in hopes of hiding my internal battle.
The day carried on quickly and I was astonished by how much more things made sense when he explained them. He was also unexpectedly patient, so at the times my brain just wouldn’t comprehend what he was trying to explain, he would calmly figure out new ways to explain instead of getting annoyed. I would’ve gotten annoyed with me ten times over if I had been in his place.
“Want to take a break?” He asked after my third brain fart in a row.
I bit my lip, unsure. “Can we?”
He was already sacrificing so much of his time to help me study, but I really needed to be away from the books for a while.
“Yeah, of course. You pack up, I’ll get a ride and then we’ll go eat” he stated, grabbing his phone off the table and stepping away.
I wasn’t exactly sure what he had in mind. My thoughts were that we were just going to go to the food court, but it was clear he had different expectations. Whatever, he’d been kind enough to help me this much, I wasn’t going to complain over where he wanted to eat. So I did as told and packed up my bag.
It wasn’t long before he returned.
“He said he’d pick us up,” he announced, again coming to sit next to me.
“Who?”
“Hoseok,” he elaborated, not looking up from his phone. He was sitting close enough and in such a way that I could easily see what was on the screen, but out of respect and slight disinterest, I turned my attention elsewhere.
“Ah”
A few minutes of silence passed and my attention had returned to his phone. I hadn’t even noticed that I was leaning into him or that he had angled his phone so I had a batter view until we were approached.
“Tasia!” I jerked back at the sound of my name, looking around to find who had called it. I instantly recognized the woman, a friendly acquaintance I knew from highschool.
“Bea! Hey!” I greeted, returning the somewhat awkward hug she pulled me into with a couple pats on the back.
Pulling back, she helped herself to the seat across from me and her gaze understandably wandered over to the man sitting beside me, who was much more interested in his phone than her. He’d actually slouched back into his chair, looking the most unapproachable I’d seen him.
That didn’t deter her. “Who’s this?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. The woman was acting like we were in grade school and I was sitting next to my crush.
She wasn’t too far off on the “crush” part though.
“This is my friend Namjoon,” at the sound of his name, his eyes trailed up to meet mine, “Namjoon, this is Beatrice”
For the first time, Namjoon looked at her. He didn’t say anything, just stared. It was like he was waiting for her to do something worthwhile to pay him back for the attention he was giving her. I squirmed in my seat. Why was he being so rude?
“I didn’t know you went here!” I did, I’d seen her in the hall once before, but for the sake of breaking the ice, I pretended I didn’t. “What are you studying?”
She seemed grateful for the escape, “I’m an art major! What’s your major?”
“I’m a psychology major”
“Oh, so you’re learning to read minds?” I stared at her for a second, deciding whether or not she was being serious.
Taking the safe bet, I just laughed and shook my head.
“Nothing that cool. Though if they ever give telepathy classes, I’ll be the first in line” I laughed, the strained interaction already taking its toll on my energy reserves.
“So what exactly is-” she was cut off by Namjoon’s voice.
“Yeah?” I turned to see his phone pressed to his ear.
“In the library…Okay…Yeah” with that he hung up, shoving his phone into his pocket.
Returning my attention to Beatrice, I smiled apologetically.
“Hoseok is outside,” Namjoon announced, flicking at my ponytail to get my attention.
“Oh, okay”
“I’ll walk you guys out! I need to get some food anyways, I’m starving” Beatrice groaned, rubbing her belly.
A part of me admired her confidence. Even after being stared down, she was still making the effort to interact with us.
On a whim, I offered, “We’re headed out to eat right now too, wanna come?”
She lit up at my offer, “Yeah! Where are we going?”
“Um…” I looked at Namjoon for guidance, but he ignored me, grabbed my bag and walked away.
“Oh! Guess we’re going then!” She laughed and we both walked quickly to catch up with him.
I wanted to call him out, tell him that his legs were almost twice as long as ours, but I knew he wouldn’t appreciate being told off in public. I didn’t even know him well enough to tell him off in private.
At the pace he was walking, we got to the front parking lot in record time.
Leaning against the hood of a grey Charger was Hoseok and the very last person I wanted to see—Jimin.
Out of reflex, I grabbed the back of Namjoon’s navy kimono. He looked back at me curiously, “what?”
“Uh, n-nothing” I shook my head, letting him go.
Jimin spotted us first, coming to meet us halfway. In a very lazy fashion, he bumped into Namjoon in what vaguely resembled a hug.
“Anastasia” Hoseok singsonged in a way that felt somewhat mocking, “you brought a friend”
“I-uh-yeah. This is my friend Beatrice” I introduced, stiffening when Hoseok threw his arm around my shoulders the same way he had the night before. Goosebumps travelled across my skin as I recalled his hot breath fanning across my neck.
“Hello, Beatrice” I couldn’t see his face, but from the saccharine tone he used, I knew he was smirking at her.
She wasn’t immune to his charms and her ears instantly became red hot. “Hello!” she squeaked.
“Will you be joining us?” Now it was Jimin, who’d rested his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder and his chin on top of it. Again, I couldn’t see his face, but by the way Beatrice was fidgeting and blushing, I knew she was getting his bedroom eyes full force.
“I mean, Tasia?” She looked at me desperately, as if I was any less flustered than she was.
“Anastasia invited her” Namjoon didn’t even try to hide his displeasure.
“How exciting” Hoseok didn’t exactly sound as thrilled by the news as his words might lead you to believe, but he didn’t lose his friendly tone.
“Let’s go eat!” I blurted, lurching away from Hoseok and grabbing Beatrice by the wrist, marching off towards the car.
I knew there were only five seats in the car, but it wasn’t until I actually climbed in and scooched to the middle seat that I understood just how tight a fit it was going to be. Beatrice was on the curvier side, which just meant that she took up as much space as the boys did, leaving a little more than a foot of room in the middle for me to sit.
And of course, of course Jimin was the one that climbed in next to me. He didn’t look angry, but being pressed flush against me probably wasn’t what he wanted either.
Beatrice struggling to buckle in her seatbelt caught my attention, notifying me that I was half on it.
“Oh, sorry” I murmured and shuffled over, consequently bumping into Jimin. I tried not to react and just wait patiently for her to finish before scooting back because I was too scared to see his reaction.
Awkwardly, I twisted back to reach for my own seatbelt, freezing when a hand came to rest over mine.
“Lemme help” he murmured and I probably wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t leaning in so close.
“Okay!” I squeaked, wrenching my hand back. He didn’t exactly laugh at me, but the huff of air he let out and the smug grin on his lips told me that he was in fact finding amusement in my embarrassment.
The back of his hand glided across my abdomen as he pulled the seatbelt out and around. I bit my lip and averted my eyes to the roof of the car. Was this man bipolar? Suddenly Taehyung’s face popped up in my brain and I grimaced. Those two were eerily similar.
I glanced over to Beatrice, wondering what she thought of the whole situation, looking for something that told me I wasn’t going crazy, but she wasn’t paying attention. Whoever was outside the window (I couldn’t see from where I sat) had all of her focus.
Namjoon opening the front passenger door and sliding in successfully brought my attention away from Jimin strapping me in, though it was hard to ignore our shoulders bumping as he shifted to get better access to the buckle.
I could hear Hoseok standing outside Namjoon’s open door, the two discussing something in Korean and if I had to guess, I’d say it was lunch plans. I almost laughed when in the middle of Hoseok’s sentence, Namjoon pulled out his phone and started typing. I hoped Beatrice saw it, though unlikely as he was directly in front of her, so maybe she wouldn’t feel bad that he was ignoring her earlier.
“Where are we going?” I spoke up, relaxing slightly when Jimin leaned into the window and away from me, closing his eyes.
Hoseok ducked down so I could see his face and gave me a smile, “Namjoon is getting the directions”
I nodded and smiled back. It was hard not to get caught up in him, his smile was so contagious and…happy.
When he moved away and I saw his figure walk around the hood of the car, Beatrice whispered in my ear.
“I can’t decide if he’s hot or cute” I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up because she had spoken my thoughts.
Still laughing, I nodded my agreement.
The drive was pretty funny, with Namjoon not paying as close attention to the directions as he should have been, leading to us making more than one U-turn. Throughout, I tried my very hardest not to tip into anyone’s personal space every time we turned, knowing neither person well enough to be that close. After about half an hour of driving, Hoseok pulled into an open space on the street, a little ways down from where I knew there was an upscale restaurant.
I was nervous because I was a broke college student but I had a feeling that Beatrice was probably feeling the same way so at least I wasn’t alone. Although I was curious, didn’t you need a reservation to eat there? There was no way they got one on such short notice on a busy Saturday.
I let out a hiss of pain when I leaned in to unbuckle myself, not realizing Jimin had done the same leading to us bumping heads.
“Sorry,” I winced, rubbing my head.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled, putting a ring clad hand to his own head.
Biting my lip anxiously, I ungracefully shuffled out of the car after Beatrice, almost tripping on the curb.
The five of us gathered, making our way towards the restaurant’s front doors. There was a lot of hustle and bustle on the streets, people enjoying their Saturday to the fullest and although I probably shouldn’t have even been surprised at this point, my eyes still went wide when Hoseok put a protective arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as we entered the restaurant, not sure how it would go. I’d never been inside before, let alone had a meal here, but still I expected the luxury and comfort that was presented before us. The moment you stepped into the well lit entrance there was beautiful gold latticing on the walls and a warm brown podium about ten feet deep into the room. I immediately felt sorely underdressed in my leggings and t-shirt.
Namjoon took the lead, strolling up to the podium where an employee stood, ready to check customers in.
The man behind the podium had short, quaffed bleach-blonde hair that clashed with the elegant black uniform he wore, his nametag reading Zach. He looked Namjoon up and down, no doubt judging his hobo-chic, but the suspicion and judgment in his eyes left quickly when he took in Jimin and Hoseok who were clearly wearing designer clothing and expensive jewelry—Hoseok’s big gold watch was hard to miss. He barely spared Beatrice and I a glance before he refocused on Namjoon.
“Hello! Do you have a reservation?” Zach’s tone was considerably brighter than I thought it would be.
I winced at the question, I was right. You needed a reservation to get in.
“Hoseok Jung” Namjoon’s voice commanded. My eyebrows shot up and I pulled away to look at Hoseok.
“I know people,” He murmured with a smirk, answering my questioning gaze.
My curiosity wasn’t exactly sated, but I would wait til we were at least seated before I started asking more questions.
Zach looked more shocked than I did at the sound of Hoseok’s name and I could see the panic in his eyes as he sputtered a little bit with his response, “You’re-of course! Your table is right over here” He bowed, ushering us around the beautiful island wall leading to the rest of the restaurant.
I don’t know why I was expecting a low lit, sultry vibe but that was not what greeted us. Instead, it was a bright, spacious room filled with soft chatter and laughter. There were modern chandeliers hanging over the bigger tables and the decor about the room was impeccable. It felt strangely welcoming.
Zach led our small group to one of the tables in the center. It was a bigger table that could sit twice as many people than we had but I wasn’t about to argue.
Hoseok absentmindedly pulled out my chair before taking the seat next to me and engaging Namjoon in conversation, both of them ignoring Zach completely. Beside me, on my other side, I noticed Jimin pull Beatrice’s seat out for her too and watched as she flushed pink. Jimin gave her a knowing smirk and went to go sit beside Namjoon who was across from us.
We were all sat fairly centered at the table, empty seats on both sides of us and for some reason that made the table seem not as big as it had before.
“Your waiter will be right with you,” Zach notified, looking a little miffed but bowed in departure nonetheless.
I made sure to give him a kind smile and said “Thanks, Zach.” He smiled back and left.
At my words, both Namjoon and Hoseok cut off whatever they were saying and looked at me.
My eyes widened. What?
“You look good today” Hoseok commented after a moment and I scoffed. He and I both knew I looked terrible. Although when he shot me a confused stare, I began to question his sanity.
Before I could say anything about his questionable sanity, a beautiful woman interrupted us and it took me a second to realize she was our waitress.
“Good afternoon,” she smiled enchantingly, making me feel small and even more out of place in this lavish restaurant. “I’m Terrance, I’ll be your waitress today” the gentle smile never left her face as she carefully passed out the menus.
“Thanks” I murmured, noticing the way Terrance eyed Beatrice. My mouth made a small “o”.
“Of course! May we start you off with something to drink?” she grinned, her eyes continuously flickering back to an oblivious Beatrice as she waited for our responses. I couldn’t help the smirk on my lips as I looked down and fiddled with the utensils that were beautifully wrapped in a cloth napkin.
“Just water” Namjoon answered dismissively, probably more oblivious than even Beatrice.
“Water for me too, what about you Bee?” I prompted. I knew from highschool that Beatrice played both sides.
She looked so flustered when agreeing that just water was fine that I had to reconsider, maybe she wasn’t as clueless as I’d pegged.
Suddenly I got a rush of excitement at the thought of the two but I squashed it down, catching Jimin’s gaze. He was relaxed back into his chair, legs crossed with an arm slung lazily over the back of Namjoon’s chair. He raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk playing on his lips.
My breath hitched at the sight, trying desperately not to get caught up in him. Luckily Hoseok saved me when he lightly nudged my arm with his elbow.
“Hey, I don’t have your number” he announced, as if for some reason that was myfault.
“My number?” I repeated like an idiot.
“Yeah,” he nodded holding up his expensive phone that was displaying his contact list.
“Twenty eight hundred contacts?! Would you be able to find it even if you did?” I guffawed, tearing my eyes away from his screen to look at him.
He just grinned, pressed on the screen a few times and held it back out for me. The recognizable “Create new contact” page was now open.
I bit my lip, contemplating. Did I really want to give my number to him? My nerves were shot enough as it were, more contact with them didn’t really seem like the best idea for my health.
My decision was steadfast in my brain, it really was, but the moment he smiled at me my brain just stopped functioning and I autopiloted my number into his phone.
His smile grew at my actions and I couldn’t even find it in me to regret them.
“So how did you guys all meet?” Beatrice asked suddenly, probably feeling like the odd man out and I suddenly realized I hadn’t introduced anyone after Namjoon.
“Oh! Um, do you remember Jungkook? From highschool?” I asked.
“Of course!” Her eyes lit up, “are you guys still friends? I remember that by graduation you two were basically connected at the hip.”
I laughed, memories sparking in my mind. It was true, we’d both been pretty lost teenagers, resulting in us becoming emotionally dependent on each other. Three, almost four years later, we’d grown up a lot and made our own friends. We didn’t need each other to survive anymore.
“They moved in together” Jimin spoke up with a smugness before I could confirm Jungkook’s and mine’s ongoing friendship status. Beatrice’s eyes grew comically and she whipped her head to look at me for confirmation.
“No! No. We did not” I corrected, holding my hands up as if to stop her thoughts. “And that’s not even the point. Point is, Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon all grew up with him” I said, pointing at each man respectively.
“Oh really? What was he like growing up?” she asked what I’d been wanting for a while.
They stopped to think about it for a moment.
“Irreplaceable.” Jimin eventually surmised.
I was about to coo at the statement, but Namjoon interrupted me.
“Woah, hey, careful! What are you trying to do, eyeball it from the empire state building?” We all turned to see what he was talking about and I had to roll my lips together to stop from laughing. A young boy had been pouring water into glasses and Namjoon was right, he was pouring from way too high.
The boy apologized and all was forgiven and forgotten and the afternoon carried on seamlessly after that, conversation coming easy.
Exiting the fancy establishment two hours later, I got a call. Pulling out my phone, I glanced noncommittal at the caller ID but a smile unknowingly stretched across my face at Jungkook’s name.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Tasia!” I sobered up at his frantic tone of voice.
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Warnings:Violence that you can’t really call violence?
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“It passes, but it does not pass away” - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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After I had recovered from Taehyung’s disarming good looks, we finished cleaning up the kitchen and surprisingly didn’t wake anyone up, though when I voiced my concern he’d had let me know that they could all sleep through a tornado. I knew Jungkook was like that and if I took a second to think about it, it made sense that the rest of them would be like that too. I remembered a year or two ago, when I was babysitting my cousins, they’d been able to sleep peacefully through their siblings rather enthusiastic reenactment of King Arthur and Merlin. I suppose if I was around people all the time too, I might be able to sleep through my trip to OZ as well.
Now that everything was cleaned up and put away, we stood at the edge of the living room looking over the six sleeping figures. I bit my lip, should we wake them? I wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of waking any of them up, but the thought of them spending the night in my home was just as nerve-wracking.
Taehyung must have seen my face because he offered to wake them.
For some reason, one unbeknownst to me, I grabbed his wrist before he could get far. “No, don’t”
He looked back at me questioningly, but I didn’t have an answer for him.
“They look so tired, is it okay to wake them?” I finally whispered out, suddenly feeling the need to be quiet even though we’d been anything but not five minutes prior.
An odd look passed over his face but it was gone before I could place it.
“Where do you all sleep at Jungkook’s, anyway? He only has one guest room” This question had been gnawing at me for a while.
Taehyung didn’t hesitate, “three in Jungkook’s, two in the guest and two on the couch”
“Three in Kook’s?” I couldn’t imagine. He only had a queen bed (he’d wanted to buy a bigger one but it wouldn’t fit in the room), how had they been able to fit three grown men comfortably? Although, looking at them curled awkwardly, in neck cramping positions, maybe comfort wasn’t a necessity for them to sleep.
“Yeah, Jin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Yoongi-hyung. Jimin and I took the guest bed and Namjoon-hyung and Jungkook took the couches”
“Jungkook took the couch?” I was becoming more and more convinced that the Jungkook I knew and the Jungkook they knew were two different people. The Jungkook I knew wouldn’t even share his bed with any of his friends, much less give it up entirely. In fact, if he could avoid it, he wouldn’t have his friends over at his place at all. The Jungkook I knew was territorial and a bit selfish, always wanting to be the best at everything he did. And he was.
I didn’t notice Taehyung nodding, too caught up in my own mind.
“Anastasia?”
“Mm?” I hummed, glancing his way. I kept having to remind myself that he was a con artist and his sweet, innocent smile was nothing but a play to get something out of me. But what, though? The million-dollar question right there.
“Where should I sleep?”
“Huh?” Now he had my full attention. “Oh, um, take advantage of the empty apartment next door and get a good night’s sleep”
He slouched into a pout at my words.
“But it’s lonely, don’t you have a guest room too?” He stared down at me with hopeful eyes.
Oh yeah, I have a guest room.
“Oh right, uh, yeah I guess you can take it? Can’t promise it’s very fresh, I haven’t aired it out in a hot minute” I warned, cringing inwardly.
“That’s okay, I’ll sleep with the window open” He shrugged, sauntering off towards the said room. He’d obviously noticed that Jungkook and I had the same floor layout.
I jumped when suddenly Yoongi got up off the couch and followed after him, making me wonder how long he’d been awake or if he’d ever even been asleep in the first place.
I did one last sweep of the room before I awkwardly made my way to my own, changing into a pair of pajamas. After making a quick trip to the bathroom to wash up, I climbed into bed, my body instantly relaxing. I had a full day of studying with Namjoon tomorrow and it would do me well to get a good, restful sleep or at least the illusion of it.
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“Turn that shit off” Somone growled in my ear, effectively pulling me from unconsciousness. Patting blindly around my bedside table, I did as told and shut off the blaring alarm coming from my phone.
“Kook, get off” I grunted, slapping Jungkook’s arm impatiently after I’d attempted to roll onto my back but his arm had been too firmly wrapped around my waist to allow such movement.
He groaned and rolled away, immediately falling back to sleep. Briefly, I wondered when he had come to my room because I usually didn’t let him sleep in my bed as it wasn’t good for my heart, but I quickly decided it wasn’t really a pressing question. I couldn’t exactly blame him for choosing my bed over sharing a couch with multiple people, after all.
Rolling my eyes at him, I climbed out of bed and stumbled to my closet, silently picking out a change of clothes. Tip-toeing to my door, I carefully opened it and peeked my head out, taking a second to listen for any sign of life. I grinned, pleased when everyone appeared to still be sleeping.
Jetting to the bathroom as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t be seen in my PJs, I closed and locked the door securely behind me. Wincing, I turned the shower on, praying that the noise wouldn’t disturb anyone before removing my clothes and slipping in.
I was in and out of the shower in record time, speedily drying off and throwing on clothes. Being naked, even with a locked door between us, when there were 7 gorgeous men around made me jittery with nerves.
This time opening the door, I was positive that someone would be awake by now but as I made my way into the living room—everyone was still asleep.
The panic set in instantly. It was one thing to see them sleeping in the middle of the night with Taehyung, but what if my presence woke them and they found me staring at them? What if they thought I was watching them sleep?!
Spinning around, I headed back to my room to wake Jungkook. He’d know how to handle the situation.
“Psst! Kook!” I hissed, shaking his shoulder, “Wake up!”
He groggily opened his eyes, licking his dry lips as his gaze focused on mine above him. His mouth pulled into a smile that made my heart skip.
“Hey, baby” I jerked back at his morning voice, even though I’d heard it a thousand times before.
“Get up, you have to wake everyone” It took everything in me not to stutter when he looked at me like that.
I almost wanted to take my words back when he frowned and pulled away, curling into the blankets.
“You do it,” he grumbled.
“Wha-! Jungkook, I can’t! They’re your friends, not mine!” I insisted, shaking him again.
He barely turned to look back at me. “I don’t wanna. It’s okay to wake them, they won’t mind if you wake them” his words becoming progressively more garbled.
“Jungkook!” I resisted stomping my feet lest I anger the downstairs neighbors, but my clenched fists still tempted me to hit him.
Deciding better than to act on my violent impulses, I stormed out of the room, ending up where I started—in the main room. Taking a deep breath, I eyed the possible candidates. There was absolutely no way I was going to wake up Hoseok or Jimin, Namjoon intimidated me so he was out of the question as well which left…Seokjin.
My thoughts went back to yesterday morning when he’d done his best to make me feel comfortable and welcomed. I wasn’t feeling very enthusiastic about undoubtedly ruining any good feelings he had for me by waking him up, but my only other option was Taehyung and he was with Yoongi who I was still terrified of and if I accidentally woke him up too it would only make everything worse.
Biting my lip, I accepted my fate and carefully stepped over a sleeping Jimin on the floor and crouched in front of Seokjin, not wanting him to find me looming over him when he woke.
Very,very gently I patted his thigh as I couldn’t reach his shoulder from where I was without the risk of losing my balance and tipping into his lap. I softly called his name and at first, there was no response, but after some persistent nudging he finally roused. His awareness seemed to come a lot sooner than Jungkook’s ever did, his eyes blinking open as if he’d only been resting them for a few moments, not the entire night.
However, when they settled on me and he just stared and blinked for a few seconds, I realized that he wasn’t quite as awake as he appeared to be.
“Hi” I whispered with a small wave, still crouched. I didn’t want to stand up quite yet and risk making him more confused than he already was and possibly uncomfortable as well.
“Hi,” he responded, his voice low and raspy as he turned his head to take in Hoseok next to him and Namjoon on the floor. His attention came back my way but didn’t stay long as he focused on Jimin’s figure behind me.
“I was hoping you might help me wake them up?” I felt so bad for waking him up that on a whim I’d decided that if he helped me, I would suck it up and wake some of them up as well.
He nodded, taking me in for real now that he was a little more awake.
“Your hair is wet” he murmured so quietly that I almost missed it, reaching out to feel it between his fingers.
“I just took a shower” I explained nervously.
“You look pretty,” he concluded, not giving me a chance to reply before shaking Hoseok awake.
Hoseok jumped, startling me enough that I jerked back and lost my already precarious balance. This would have been fine, except Seokjin had tried to grab my hand in an attempt to catch me but didn’t get a good enough grip making me lose my footing entirely, sending me back…on top of Jimin.
The said victim cried out, curling into a ball with his hands over his crotch that had just been elbowed.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Are you okay?” My hands fluttered uselessly over him, not sure what to do to make things better. I’d never stuck around after nailing a guy in the jewels so I wasn’t exactly sure what the proper protocol was or if there even was a protocol. Was there a way to lessen the pain or did he just have to wait it out?
“Fuck off!” He growled and I quickly pulled back, not expecting his tone even though I should’ve. I could hear Seokjin and Hoseok snickering behind me and my humiliation grew tenfold.
“I’m so sorry” I murmured one last time before standing up and dashing to my room, fully prepared to never leave it again.
Slamming the door behind me, I dove face-first onto my bed, letting out a groan into my pillow.
“What happened?” I’d almost forgotten Jungkook was there.
Anger stemming from embarrassment licked up my spine and I whipped my head around to glower at him. “I told you to fucking wake them up!” I seethed, making sure I was quiet enough not to be heard from outside the room.
He seemed utterly confused and rightfully so, but I wasn’t in the mood to see reason.
“What happened?” He asked, reaching out cautiously to rub my arm. His question brought back the feeling of humiliation and I shoved my face back into my pillow, letting out a low whine.
I wanted to curl up and die. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole so I would never have to face Jungkook’s too-attractive-to-be-real friends ever again.
“Tasia” he prompted gently.
“I elbowed Jimin in the dick, okay?” I snapped, knowing he would find out anyway.
“You-…what?” If he wasn’t confused before, he sure as hell was now.
“I’m never leaving this room” I mumbled to myself, ignoring my baffled best friend.
“Tasia”
“Ugh, he probably hates me”
“Tasia”
“Everyone closest to you hates me, Ihate me”
“Tasia!”
“Jungkook, I’m gonna move away and I’m never coming back, okay?” I ended, looking at him with tears in my eyes.
He rolled his. “You’re such a drama queen, no one hates you”
I guffawed, “says you! I’m positive the six men on the other side of that door have opposing opinions”
This made his brow furrow, “Why would you think that?”
“Because! The first night I meet them, Seokjin interrogates me, Jimin and Taehyung give me the third degree, I made Yoongi fall and I’m pretty sure they all blame me for you not going back to Korea and I mean, are they even wrong? Am I the reason you didn’t go back to your family?”
“Stop, stop, stop, woah. Tasia, no one hates you or blames you. I’m my own person, I make my own choices and they know that. They also know you’re not the only reason I stayed.”
Things in his story weren’t lining up with my personal experiences with them, but I decided not to comment on that. And not the only reason he stayed? Did this have something to do with why he was sent here in the first place? A long-dormant curiosity flared back to life but I knew right now was not the time to confront him.
“Yoongi still hates me. And Jimin, there’s no way he doesn’t hate me, I just….” I couldn’t get the words out.
“Yoongi-hyung doesn’t hate you and Jimin might put salt in your drink or shake your soda in retaliation, but he won’t hate you either”
I didn’t answer, knowing the only thing to come out of my mouth right then would be complaints.
“Come on, you have a study date with Namjoonie-hyung today, get up,” Jungkook said shoving me off the bed.
I let out a squeal, resisting the urge to curse at him.
Warnings: Pretty vanilla for now, just setting up the plot.
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“I’m acting like I’m okay, please don’t interrupt my perfomance” - Unknown
…..
I paced back and forth in my living room, unhappy with how I left Jungkook. I knew the others cared for him, I knew Taehyung cared for him, but what if Jungkook said something else that tipped the scale for the rest of them and they all started brawling? What if someone got seriously injured?
Regret pooled in my belly, I shouldn’t have let Jungkook talk me into going home.
I sat down on my couch and rested my head in my hands as my leg bounced with anxiety. Nibbling my lip, I contemplated going back. But when I thought about it, what help could I have given when I was the problem! If I went back over, I could be the thing that tipped the scale and started a brawl.
Sighing in resignation, I leaned back into the couch and rested my head against the cushions. I stayed like that for a minute or two before deciding that it was a waste of time to sit around twiddling my thumbs. I may as well get some homework done whilst I waited for news from Jungkook.
I heaved myself off the couch and clumsily stumbled over my own feet as I headed towards the front door—where I usually left my bag. A split second of panic went through me when I didn’t find it there, but then I remembered that Seokjin had left it by the door in Jungkook’s apartment. Groaning, I crouched down into a ball.
I had everything in that bag, my laptop, my notes, my books, even the novel I was in the middle of reading. Letting myself tip backward, I sprawled out on the floor, contemplating my life choices.
And that’s how Jungkook found me—spread out like a starfish on the floor, staring absently at the ceiling.
“Hey,” his sudden presence had my limbs folding to my chest like a lawn chair.
“Shit” I hissed and scrambled to my feet. How had I not heard him come in?
When I turned to face him, my embarrassment turned to horror when I saw that he was not alone. Beside him in the open doorway stood Yoongi, holding two full bags of take-out.
“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you” Jungkook apologized with a guilty smile.
“Don’t worry about it,” I waved off, trying to hide the shake in my voice before motioning to the bags, “that food?”
“Yeah!” Jungkook agreed, stepping in further so that Yoongi could come inside all the way.
I made a move to close the door behind him, but more people trailed in after him until there were seven men total standing in my living room. Taehyung and Jimin were the most surprising guests. Hoseok, who had come in after Yoongi, also held bags full of food and Jungkook held my schoolbag in one hand but the rest were visibly empty-handed.
For a brief moment, I wondered how much they spent feeding themselves because they seemed to eat a lot.
“Thought we could all eat here? My place is so messy because of them” Jungkook didn’t wait for my response and instead set my bag down where I usually did and headed straight for the couch while Yoongi and Hoseok headed for the open kitchen/dining space to put the food on the table.
“Don’t lie, it was messy before that. The only place you keep tidy is your room” I responded with a scoff.
Jungkook let out a small laugh and to my surprise, Taehyung came to sit on the arm of the couch, placing his hand lazily on Jungkook’s shoulder for balance. What had I missed in the 30 minutes I was absent?
I was astonished by how easy they were acting with each other, not a hint of tension. In fact, they almost seemed closer.I’d definitely missed something.
A light hand on my waist caught my attention and I looked back to see Seokjin.
“May we use your dishes for the food?” he asked politely and I turned to look into the kitchen where Hoseok was already helping himself to my cabinets.
Rushing over, I showed him where the plates were and right as I was opening the right cabinet, I noticed Yoongi fishing through my drawers for, presumably, utensils. He was about to open my junk drawer where I shoved every miscellaneous screw, lightbulb, pen, paper, coughdrop and even sometimes mail that I didn’t have a home for, but I lunged for his hand and yanked hard. Apparently too hard because it caused him to lose his balance and stumble into me, sending us both to the floor.
It took me a second to catch my breath and a second longer to realize that he was on top of me with his legs entangled with mine. Our eyes met and the world faded out for a moment until he dropped his forehead to my chest breathed out a quiet ‘fuck’. The warmth of his breath made me shiver as a thousand little goosebumps appeared on my skin.
Using his arms, he pushed himself off me and a whoosh of cold air came between us. Hoseok, who had been laughing hardily at our expense, bent down to help us both up. Once we were both upright Yoongi pretty much immediately left the room and I had a nagging feeling that I should probably go after him and apologize, but I ignored it and turned to face Hoseok, who was still grinning ear to ear but at least his snickering had subsided.
“You okay?” he asked, unable to help the giggle that followed as he brushed the hair that had fallen in my face back behind my ear.
“I’m great, thanks” I rolled my eyes, swatting his hand away. I was far too embarrassed to be cordial.
“Don’t be upset,” he coaxed.
“I’m not, I just…I think Yoongi is” I sighed quietly, glancing in the direction he’d escaped in.
Hoseok looked delighted by my confession, “He’s not.”
I huffed, not believing him for a second, turning around and getting the utensils from their drawer.
My eyes went wide, though, when Hoseok threw an arm over my shoulder, resting it across my chest and pulling me into his.
“I’ll prove it if you want” his breath was hot in my ear.
For a split second, I was tempted, but then I remembered they all hated me and this was probably just a follow-up game to Jimin’s pash sesh.
“No thanks,” my tone came out a little harsh as I shrugged him off and walked away.
He didn’t stop me.
I made my way to the living room, placing the acquired knives and forks down on the table as I passed by before taking a seat on the floor in front of Jungkook, leaning back against his legs. There was still a free spot on the couch, what with Taehyung still on the armrest and Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin also on the floor, but it was between Jungkook and Yoongi and if Yoongi was mad, I didn’t want to make it worse by sitting next to him.
I made a mental note to apologize to him before the night ended.
“Okay! Come eat!” We all looked up to Hoseok who stood at the kitchen table, taking out boxes of food from the bags.
Taehyung was the first up, practically vaulting off Jungkook as he darted to the table. Jimin wasn’t far behind, followed closely by Jungkook, Namjoon, and Yoongi. Seokjin and I took our time, him being a gentleman and helping me up. I smiled and offered a shy ‘thanks’.
The night went on fairly uneventful until we eventually migrated back to the couch to watch movies. Somehow, they’d fit five people on my 3-seater couch, leaving Taehyung, Namjoon, and me to sit on the floor. Although the earlier tension had seemed to have magically disappeared, I was still wary of Taehyung.
When I had hesitantly gone to sit between him and Namjoon, he’d smirked flirtatiously at me. It was the same smirk I’d noticed on Jimin’s lips a couple of times—like they had a secret that no one else was in on.
“You don’t have any classes tomorrow, right?” Junkook asked randomly when Yoongi got up to pick out the next movie, pulling me from my thoughts.
“No, I don’t, but I haven’t gotten any homework done the past two nights, thanks to you, so I’m dedicating the entirety of tomorrow to that” I declared, shooting down any plans he might’ve wanted to make.
He hummed, pouting a bit, “are you still having trouble with your thesis?”
I groaned, partially because yes I was still having trouble with it but mostly because Jungkook had no filter and had just blabbed in front of everyone that I was struggling with my schoolwork.
“You know, Namjoon is really smart, he could help you,” Hoseok offered.
At the sound of his name, Namjoon looked up from his phone.
“Huh?” We all laughed at the irony.
‘Really smart’, how smart could the guy be if he didn’t even have a major and was only taking, what was it, two classes?
“Nothing, really, it’s—”
“Tasia was wondering if you could help her with her thesis” Taehyung cut me off.
“Wha—” I whipped around to stare at him in disbelief. He just grinned and winked.
“Okay,” came Namjoon’s reply and I turned back, not expecting him to have agreed.
“No, honestly, you’d have to have taken the class to be able to help. I mean, I’m in the class and I barely understand how to do it” I waved off.
“Which class is it for?”
“Psychological Statistics” I answered immediately.
He was quiet for a second before nodding, “I can help.”
“I just said—”
“I’ve taken the class” he interrupted, sparking some irritation in me but it was overshadowed by my surprise.
“You’ve taken the class?”
He nodded, “I got my Master’s in Psychology two years ago”
The nonchalant way he had said it made that tidbit of information seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but it most definitely was.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Yeah! Joonie has a bunch of degrees. Business, Accounting, Psychology, and Mathematics” Hoseok bragged proudly.
I felt like my brain was going to explode. How could he have that many degrees when he didn’t look anywhere near old enough to have gone to school for the amount of time it would require.
“He…what?” I could barely get the words out.
“He’s got a sexy brain” Seokjin threw with a chuckle and I got the feeling I’d missed some inside joke, but at this point I was speechless so I just nodded and let it go.
“So, if you want, I can help” Namjoon offered, ducking his head so our eyes could meet.
My face flushed but I nodded nonetheless.
“If you wouldn’t mind…” I trailed, scared that if I accepted his help he’d be annoyed and grow to dislike me as well. He’d been so casual this morning, I didn’t want to push the boundaries of what he would put up with from me.
However, when I thought about it, all of them seemed to have had some sort of change of heart with me, though I’d be willing to bet money that it had something to do with Jungkook’s earlier ‘if you want to be in my life, you need to accept that she’s a part of it’ comment.
“I don’t mind”
“While you’re at it, Namjoon-hyung, help her with the rest of her homework. The faster she gets it done, the sooner we can hang out” Jungkook said.
“Since when did you need me around to hang out with your friends? Besides, what about yourhomework, Kook? Have you done it?” I turned back, glaring at him suspiciously.
“I always do my homework, Taisa” Jungkook smirked, flicking my nose with his finger.
I blushed fiercely and looked away.
“Whatever” I grumbled, shifting my weight so I was facing completely away from him and towards the TV.
“And we don’t need you there to have fun, it’s just more fun when you’re there” he finished.
And so it was settled, Namjoon would be over, bright and early tomorrow to help me with my homework.
As the hours passed, I became fully engrossed in the movie that played on the telly so it was startling when a weight came to rest against my shoulder, but not nearly as startling as the fact that the weight was Taehyung’s head.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that he had fallen asleep and probably wasn’t snuggled into me of his own accord. When I looked around the room to see if any of the others had noticed, I realized that most of them were asleep too. I couldn’t see Jungkook, who was directly behind me, but Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jin were all asleep and Jimin, who’d gotten up earlier to get water and opted for the floor when he’d returned, was now laying down passed out. I couldn’t help my eyes from trailing down where his shirt had ridden up ever so slightly, highlighting his slim, fit waist.
My attention came hurtling back to Taehyung when he looped his arm around mine and snuggled closer, making my heart rate speed up.
In a moment of panic, I nudged him awake. The second that I did, I regretted it, but by then it was too late. His eyes slowly blinked open, staring up at me. It took him a moment to become fully coherent and pull away. His movements were sluggish, but he surprisingly didn’t fall back asleep and instead watched me as I got up and moved to the kitchen to clean.
He didn’t immediately follow me like I was for some reason expecting, so I was able to throw all the trash away and begin washing the dishes in peace.
“I’ll help”
I jumped a bit at the deep voice behind me, almost dropping a plate into the sink.
“Taehyung?” The surprise was clear as day in my voice.
“Anastasia.” I bit back a shiver at the way my name sounded from his deep, sleepy voice.
Snapping out of it, I turned back to the dishes, “it’s okay, I can do it”
“I’m really good at washing dishes,” he insisted, coming next to me and submerging his hands into the soapy water as well.
“O-okay” I squeaked, taking a second to appreciate his flawless side profile. Honestly, did the man even have a bad side?
We washed the dishes in silence for a while before he broke it. “I’d like to apologize”
“Huh?”Apologize?
“For my behavior,” he continued, “I was angry, but it was wrong of me to take it out on you”
I couldn’t understand.
“So,” he paused to take my hands in his and make me face him, “I’m sorry for being intentionally rude to you”
I was at a loss for words. Was this even the same person?
“I forgive you” I eventually croaked out, the oxygen leaving my lungs when the most beautiful smile appeared on his face.
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Original Request: Can i request a suga one where the reader gets hurt while he’s in a show? Like the reader has to be taken to the hospital? And how he reacts?
“Good luck tonight! I hope you have a great show, as always <3” you typed, a smile crossing your face at the thought of your boyfriend hard at work on stage.
It was the second to last show of the tour and everyone was exhausted. You could hardly remember the last time you saw Yoongi so drained. Even when he was up late in his studio, he at least seemed refreshed in the morning, knowing he made progress. But now… Now he just seemed.. different; like he wasn’t always all there.
You were jolted out of your worried haze by your phone buzzing in your pocket.
“Thanks love <3 I’ll be home soon, just wait for me. Be careful walking home tonight and call me so I know you made it home safe.”
You sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket, knowing you probably wouldn’t hear from him again tonight. You told yourself over and over again that he’d be home before you knew it, but before you knew it, you missed him all the same. Since the group was gaining popularity so quickly, almost every city on the tour had extra shows added at the last minute. The tour was supposed to have ended over a week ago. You missed Yoongi more than anything, but nevertheless, you were always unbelievably proud of him. Seeing how hard he worked for his fans and to be able to do what he loved all over the world made you love him even more.
You missed the way he’d groan whenever you wanted to go out instead of stay in and relax, or watching him brighten up after his first meal of the day. You even missed waking up to him still snoring and even his tendency to take up the entire bed.
Your head was clouded as you walked through the streets on your way home from work with Yoongi this, Yoongi that. Every so often you’d walk past a window or catch your reflection in a puddle and realize you’d been smiling at the mere thought of him. Even the tiniest things like when he’d yell for you to come see him in the studio so he could ask your opinion about his new tracks or just to have you sit on his lap while he worked, though the working never lasted long in those situations.
You took the same route home every day. Saw the same people, cars, vendors, even the same squirrel in the same tree every single day since the day you started your job. But today was special. Today, you knew that Yoongi would be home tomorrow.
As you walked, you couldn’t help yourself from imagining what it would be like to have him home again; to have him be there waiting for you after a long work day or to hear him running lyrics in the shower. He’d be home for a while this time. At least, longer than usual. The group was taking a break after this tour to relax and get ready for the next round of insanity.
You wanted to do something special for Yoongi when he got home tomorrow. Most of your walk was spent trying to think what he’d like the most. You knew him well enough to know that once he was home, he wasn’t going to want to go anywhere for the next few days, so planning dates was out. You could buy something to spice up his first night home, but then again, he’d been away for so long that “spicing up” probably wouldn’t be very necessary. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your own thoughts by the most amazing smell coming from a few streets over. Immediately you knew what you were going to do for Yoongi. His favorite bakery was just a few blocks off your normal route home from work and he always ranted and raved about how amazing their cakes were, so why not stop and pick him up one?
You headed towards the smell, excitement bubbling in your stomach. He’d be here tomorrow. Just a few more hours. You heard indistinct shouting as you stepped off the curb to cross the street, but were so absorbed in your own thoughts to care. A split second later, you heard nothing at all.
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Yoongi had you on his mind, as always. He put every ounce of effort he had into the show, knowing he could see you as soon as it was over, but for some reason, the staff still seemed uneasy. Whenever he was backstage, everyone avoided eye-contact with him and only spoke in hurried whispers to one another. As far as he could tell, the show was running as smoothly as ever, possibly even the best it had run the whole tour. So what was the problem?
During another member’s solo, he took a moment to rush over to their manager and ask what the hell was going on. Why was everyone so on-edge?
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. The show is running fine, people are just worried because it’s the last show of the tour. Come see me after the show.”
He tried to press for more information, but before he had the chance, he was called back out on stage. The whole show, something was bothering him. He felt like there was something people weren’t telling him; something important that he should know. The thought of you kept him going. Knowing the better he performed the prouder of him you’d be and the sooner he could come home to you helped him to put his mind at ease.
The show ran flawlessly from start to finish, with not a single thing out of place, which only put Yoongi more on-edge. Something wasn’t right; something important, and they weren’t telling him.
As soon as the curtain fell and the boys ran backstage, he pulled Namjoon aside.
“Did you notice anything weird during the show? Like people were nervous?”
Namjoon’s smile faded and he nodded.
“I noticed. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure they’d tell us if it was something important. If they’re not telling us, then there’s probably nothing we can do about it.” he reassured him.
“I don’t know, I feel like there’s something they don’t want us to find out about. Something’s up and I want to know what.”
Namjoon nodded in agreement and touched Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Then let’s go find out.”
The two of them turned and marched over to the tour manager, demanding an explanation.
He dismissed them with a wave of the hand and told them they’d talk about it after the photo session. A half-hearted smile played across his face, a thinly veiled attempt at distraction.
Yoongi huffed and stalked off to find his phone, knowing he should have a voicemail from you telling him that you made it home safe. Hearing your voice always calmed his nerves, even if it was just a recording. He rustled through his belongings to get to you, only to find his phone was missing. Panicked, he ran to their manager, asking if he knew where it went.
“I have it. I knew you’d be looking for it and I need you to be focused for at least another hour. You can have it back when the photos are done.”
Yoongi’s hands started to shake as the anger welled up inside him.
“Give me my phone. I’ve been expecting a call and it’s very important that I know I got it.”
The manager slipped Yoongi’s phone back in his pocket.
“You got lots of calls. I told them you were busy. I’ll tell you what they said later. Now go get ready for the fan photos or you won’t be getting it back at all.”
Furious, he clenched his fists in an effort to hold himself back, but upon feeling a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he relaxed, turning to see Namjoon and the rest at his back. They knew how important your call was to him. Checking his phone after a show for it was never a problem before tonight and everyone was starting to worry.
“The tour is over, so your services are no longer required.” Namjoon stated curtly, smiling ever so sweetly at the tour manager. “Oh, and you can return his personal property now or get reported for stealing.”
The manager stood there, dumbfounded, before smirking and assuring them that the tour wasn’t over until the fan photos were done.
Surprisingly, Jin quickly came to the rescue. “The tour is over when we say it’s over. We are the artists and we control our own time. The fan photos will go on as planned, but as we said, your services are no longer necessary. How do you think your bosses will like it when we tell them that you blackmailed us with our own property to do what you want? Or that you’ve neglected to tell us whatever it is that’s so obviously wrong that even the makeup noonas are worried?”
Everyone stood in shock at Jin’s sudden boldness. Sighing, the manager went to hand Yoongi his phone, pulling it away just before he was able to grab it.
“I’m going to give this to you, but only after you swear to me that you’ll handle the consequences.. Whether you like it or not, I’m still the tour manager. If anything goes wrong before you’re back in Seoul, it’s my ass on the line.”
Yoongi nodded and snatched the phone out of the manager’s hand, pushing his way through the other members and stalking away.
The others started to follow him, but Namjoon held out his arm to stop them. “Give him some space. Whatever’s going on he doesn’t need us all butting in. Let him come to us when he’s ready.”
Yoongi unlocked his phone and checked his notifications. Nothing. Nothing on his SNS, no new texts, everything was normal. He shook his head and ran his hands through his hair before pulling himself up and heading over to join the other members.
Everyone was quiet as Yoongi rejoined them. “So? What’s the big news?” Jimin finally asked.
Yoongi just shrugged. “I’m not sure. There were no notifications or anything, so I don’t know what that guy’s problem was.” He pushed the bad feelings from his head, chalking it up to having a bad tour manager who just had a problem with him.
The fan photos and hi-touch seemed to take forever. While he may have been able to calm his nerves after finally getting his phone back, Yoongi couldn’t push the thought of you from his mind. He was constantly thinking about you. He wondered what you were doing, if you missed him, what it would be like to see you again after so long, even things as simple as whether or not you had dinner and if you ate all of his kimchi again.
The rest of the tour activities flew by in a you fueled haze and before he knew it, he was in the van on the way back to the hotel. Usually the van was loud and made it hard to focus, but everyone had a long, stressful day, so hardly a word was said. Yoongi couldn’t wait any longer. He usually liked to wait until he was back at that hotel to call you, but something about today made his need to hear your voice that much stronger.
He pulled out his phone and clicked the phone icon. For some reason, his recent calls were completely full with at least ten from an unknown number and about the same number from you. His blood turned icy and his hands felt like lead. Something was definitely wrong. It took him a long while of staring at the screen and trying desperately to prepare himself mentally for whatever he was about to hear.
Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and knew immediately that something was up. He craned his neck to look over at the screen and saw the multitude of missed calls. Namjoon placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and asked him if he needed a minute. Yoongi nodded hesitantly as Namjoon asked the driver to pull into a nearby parking lot for a moment. By now the rest of the boys knew something was up and were preparing themselves to do whatever they could to help.
The driver pulled into a parking lot and parked, the boys all scrambling out of the back seats, leaving Yoongi alone in the van. They all assured him that whatever it was, they’d help him through it and closed the door.
Yoongi’s hands were trembling and his breath hitched as he dialed your number. With every ring, his heart rate increased, eventually getting to the point that he could feel a pain in his chest. It felt like it rang forever before someone finally picked up. Yoongi couldn’t help but to feel a wave of relief wash over him when the ringing finally stopped.
“Y/n! Y/n what’s going on is everything alright? I’m so sorry, the manager wouldn’t give me my phone after the show and he must have gone through and cleared my notifications so I didn’t even see your calls until just now. Are you okay?”
There was a moment of silence before a deep, husky voice came through the other end. “Is this Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi’s heart went from racing a mile a minute to stopped completely in that instant. Why would a man have y/n’s phone? “Yes this is Yoongi who the hell are you??” Every possible scenario ran through his mind. Had you been cheating on him? No, he thought. You’d never do that to him. Maybe kidnapped by insane fans? There wasn’t enough time for him to even think through all the possible scenarios before the voice came through again.
“My name is Dr. Kim and I’m the head of surgery at Seoul Municipal Hospital.”
Immediately tears sprung to his eyes. Hospital. That was the one word he was hoping not to hear. Something had happened and you had been hurt and he didn’t even know about it. You were hurt and he hadn’t been there to protect you.
“You were the emergency contact for a Ms. y/n, does that sound right?”
Yoongi rubbed his eyes and held his head in his hand. “Yes, she’s my girlfriend. What happened, is she okay?”
“Well, there’s good news and there’s some bad news. It’s up to you which one you want first.”
“Bad news. Give me the worst of it first.” He figured he’d need some good news afterwards just so he wouldn’t break down completely.
“Well, the bad news is, y/n was in a pretty severe accident. She was hit by a speeding driver as she crossed the street.”
Yoongi’s vision started to blur as tears stung at his eyes and he started to feel light headed. None of this would have happened if they hadn’t added extra shows and extended the tour. If only he had been home with you, he thought. Then he would have been able to protect you and this never would have happened.
Finally Yoongi composed himself enough to ask for the good news.
“Well, the good news is, she’s out of surgery and in recovery. She was pretty seriously injured, but she’ll pull through. The worst of it is over, now it’s just a long road of recovery ahead of her. Since you were the emergency contact, you should probably get here as soon as possible. It’ll be good for her to have a familiar face here when she wakes up.”
Yoongi wiped the tears from his face and tried to calm his nerves. You were okay, and that’s all that mattered. “I understand. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please, take good care of y/n… I don’t know what I’d do without her, I can’t lose her..” he pleaded.
“Of course. She’s not totally out of the woods yet, but we’re going to do everything in our power to make her better, please just trust us and get here as soon as you can.”
Yoongi hung up and held his head in his hands as he sobbed. He wasn’t sure if he was sad, or just angry with himself for not being there when you needed him. Just then, the van door slid open and the boys looked at him with eyes wide, no one daring to say a word.
Yoongi looked at them with determination in his gaze. “Get me to the airport. Now.”
*********
You felt warm. The only sensation you could recognize was warmth. Not a physical warmth, but the kind you feel in your chest when you see a loved one after a long time apart, or when you smell something that reminds you of a fond and distant memory. All you could think of was Yoongi’s smile beaming down at you as he watched you rubbing the sleep from your eyes, slanted rays of sun trickling in from between your bedroom curtains. You reached out to touch his face, only to find your hand passed right through it. His smile began to fade as you reached for him again, the image of him slipping farther and farther from your reach. The warmth in your chest began to fade to a dull ache, then a stabbing pain with each breath, a different kind of heat manifesting itself. The kind of searing heat you feel when you get a paper cut or have a bad sunburn. You gasped for air, but it felt as though someone had stretched a hundred rubber bands around your lungs, making it nearly impossible to draw breath.
You forced your eyes open if only for a moment, and all you could see was red and blue lights flashing over head. You heard shouting and frantic footsteps all around you. There must have been some kind of accident, you thought. You wanted to run. You wanted to be able to pick yourself up and get yourself out of there, but you couldn’t move. It wasn’t until you saw the crowd of people gathered around you and felt the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed to your chest that you realized what was happening. There had been an accident. You had been in an accident.
The man standing over you yelled something to his colleagues, then turned to face you again. He said something to you, but you didn’t know what it was. You weren’t even worried about yourself, at that point. All you could think was “Where is Yoongi?” Your mind raced with thoughts of your boyfriend. Where was he? How would he react when he found out you were hurt? Who would be there for him through it all? God forbid, even what he would do if you didn’t make it. Your worry faded away slowly along with your consciousness.
You slowly regained consciousness, one sense at a time what felt like only moments later. You regained feeling first. You felt a deep soreness all over your body. You felt like you hadn’t moved in god knows how long. You next noticed the pain in your chest and the annoyance of the wires and tubes taped and poked and secured all over your body. Next was smell. The air around you smelled sharp; like someone had used too many cleaning products in too small of a space. It was nothing like the place you thought you had just been. The air stung your nostrils and felt cold in your aching lungs. You noticed a light, rhythmic tapping that wouldn’t stop no matter how much you wished it would. Beeps and hisses and commotion somewhere far away.
You forced your eyes open just enough to see blindingly bright lights above you. After a few seconds, the light became bearable and you were able to open your eyes enough to see more clearly. You blinked the sleep from our eyes and looked around. Your hands had tubes and wires attached to them and your leg was elevated in a sling in front of you. You knew you must have been in a hospital. You looked to your left and saw a long list of medications and details of injuries written on a whiteboard. Was that all just for you? “Broken leg, shattered pelvis, cracked ribs/internal bleeding, cracked sternum, etc.” the board read. How long had you been asleep? Did Yoongi make it home alright?
Your mind stopped after that. Yoongi. Where was he? Had he finished the tour alright? Had he made it home safely? Had anyone even told him what had happened to you? You started to panic and breathe more heavily, causing a sharp pain in your chest. You winced from the stabbing feeling.
There was a rustling on the other side of the room as Yoongi sat up from the recliner he had been napping in at your bedside. His hair was a mess and you could tell that he hadn’t slept much lately, judging by the gaunt look of his face and the puffiness of his eyes. As soon as you saw him, your eyes welled with tears. He stretched, rubbing his face to wake himself up.
“Yoongi..” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks.
He stopped, his hands still covering his face. Slowly he moved his hands away from his eyes to see you smiling at him from your hospital bed. As soon as he saw your eyes he rushed to your bedside, almost tripping over an IV stand in the process, any semblance of exhaustion he had now long gone in his excitement. “Y/N! I can’t believe you’re awake they said it’d probably be a few more days before you woke up! How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water? Should I get a nurse, are you in pain?” He frantically checked over every piece of you Before you finally got his attention long enough for him to stop talking.
“Yoongi, what happened? How long was I out?”
“You really don’t remember what happened?”
You shook your head before realizing that was a bad idea from the stabbing pain that shot through your neck and down your back with each movement. “The last thing I remember is that I decided to stop by that bakery you like so much before going home from work to get you something for when you came home. After that, everything is blank.
Tears spilled over Yoongi’s face and you heard him sniffle. “I shouldn’t have gone on tour again. Or I should have taken you with me. If I’d fought them harder to bring you with us none of this would have happened..”
“That’s not true and you know it. You love what you do and I would never ask you to stop touring for me. And I couldn’t go on tour with you even if they had allowed it. I have a job and a life here, I can’t just drop it all and come on the road for months at a time. I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to you. I don’t blame you for this and you shouldn’t blame yourself either, okay?”
He nodded and wiped the tears from his face, kissing your hand softly, like you were some kind of doll that might crack and fall apart at the slightest touch.
“So what happened to me?”
He sighed and climbed into the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your head into his chest. “They told me that you were hit by a speeding driver on your way to the bakery. Apparently they were going way over the speed limit and not paying attention to the stop sign when you were crossing the street. You’ve been knocked out for twelve days…” His voice cracked, then trailed off. “They weren’t sure when or even if you’d wake up again.. I was so afraid y/n.. I was so scared that I was going to lose you and there’d be nothing I could do about it.” You felt his shaky breaths as he let out a sob and gripped you like you were at risk of fading away.
You pulled away from his chest and cupped his cheek in your hand. “But you didn’t lose me. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here and I’m getting better and nothing is going to take me away from you, so no more tears, okay? It’s gonna take more than one bad driver to get rid of me.” you assured him.
“I love you so much, y/n. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you like that.”
“I love you too, Yoongi. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re my forever, remember?” You felt sleep beginning to take over again as your eyelids started to droop. You let out a yawn and snuggled in closer to your boyfriend.
He smiled as he watched you drift off back to sleep, suddenly hyper-aware of not only your breathing and the feeling of having you in his arms, but also the small lump he’s had in his pocket, waiting for you to wake up and claim it. He opened the small box and set it on the bedside table for when you finally woke. “That’s right y/n. You’re my forever.”
Hey hi so my life got really crazy for a while and I didn’t have time to work on that new Yoongi fic I promised you guys but I’ve gotten a bit more free time so I’m hoping to drop the new story sometime later today! I’m working on it really hard right now so please don’t hate me and get excited for it!
Hey guys! i know I promised you that new Yoongi fic last week, but it’s turning out to be a lot longer than I originally planned (but that means more content for you!) so it’s taking a bit longer. I’m almost finished, so bear with me and get excited!
Summary: Yoongi suddenly starts giving you the cold shoulder, causing you to distance yourself from him and the rest of the members. But the reason behind his behaviour is not what you think.
Yoongi x f!reader
Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort
WC: 4.5k
Watching BTS perform through a screen was entertaining and exciting. Watching them perform live was magical and an experience you would never forget. Watching them perform up close from the wings of the stage was a privilege that came with being Yoongi’s girlfriend, and one you would forever be grateful for.
Of course, you weren’t just dating Yoongi to watch their concerts, you loved him inside and out, the good and the bad, the idol side of him and the real side of him. And no matter how many times you watched them practice, rehearse and perform their songs, you would never get tired of watching them do what they loved.
⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader (any gender/AFAB) ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: drabble series. slow burn friends to something. roommates!au. ⊳ Word count: 900 ⊳ Warnings (more will be added): reader and Yoongi are both in their early 30s, everyone is queer, fuck capitalism, fuck gender, this fic contains product placement, alcohol consumption (probably a lot of it), a little light vore-related humor, masturbation, golly I sure hope Disney doesn’t sue me, weird dick energy, ???, off-screen minor character death (referenced) ⊳Summary: facing an uncertain future, you and an old friend take off for a trip into the relative wilderness ⊳A/N:huge thanks to @wwilloww for listening to me yap about this fic for well over a year and to @miscelunaaa for beta reading.
“Fuck it. Let’s leave tomorrow.”
That’s all it takes for you to shove a couple changes of clothes into your backpack, clear out your fridge, throw a bunch of snacks from the pantry into a laundry basket, and drive over to Yoongi’s house. When you show up on his porch he’s clearly about to go to bed, dressed in faded flannel pajama pants and an even more faded tee-shirt, but he pulls you in and the two of you hang out on his couch and stay up far too late, sipping his stupid expensive whisky and moaning about the hangovers you’ll inevitably have.
It’s quiet. Peaceful, in a way that gives you a lot of hope for what the road will be like. Neither one of you feels the need to fill the silence the entire time.
He breaks it, briefly, to utter a few curses about his now-former co-workers. You, in turn, provide a few choice words about your ex. His cruelty, his stupid obsession with how you dressed, his request that you not spend too much time with your former roommate.
It’s been a decade since you and Yoongi shared an apartment in college, taking advantage of opposing schedules and a mutual love of solitude to break out of the chaos of campus housing. The Dean of Housing obviously hadn’t believed you when you told her that the two of you were engaged, but signed the form anyway since it helped her free up space for incoming exchange students. You’d split household tasks in a way that had felt far too domestic: he did the cooking and you washed the dishes, you did the laundry and he mopped the floors. He’d joked that the two of you should set up a joint bank account so rent would always be paid on time, knowing that you were scraping by on two part-time jobs while he had the advantage of a supportive family with the means to help out when his occasional gigs left him short on his half. That was where you drew the line, too proud to accept help even though it meant floating checks that would definitely have bounced if your landlord had cashed them on time.
Ten years is a long time for change to set in, though. First distance separated you, then circumstances. When your ex had gotten a job in the city and asked you to move with him, the thought of getting to reconnect with Yoongi sweetened the deal. It wasn’t until you found yourself alone, unemployed, and unable to turn to one of your oldest friends that you realized how much the relationship had soured.
You had kicked him out a month ago. (He was fine. He found a better apartment with some junior partners from the firm so he could talk shop at home as much as he liked.) You had shown up uninvited at Yoongi’s place — a homey duplex with white shutters and a tiny herb garden— after driving circles, sobbing, when your GPS didn’t recognize his street. It was the first time you’d seen it in spite of living in the same city for four months, not worth the risk of your ex’s ire. Since then you’ve been more or less a permanent fixture on his couch, enjoying the space devoid of memories of happier times with your ex, feeling welcome and wanted for the first time in a while.
Your ex was fine, and that irritated the piss out of you. There were two weeks left on your lease and you couldn’t afford to renew it alone. You didn’t know anyone looking for a roommate, let alone one without a paycheck who mostly just cried a lot and asked aloud “Did I fuck up? Was it really that bad?”
And then Yoongi had gotten fired. Downsized. “The economy” was the line he got but at the end of the day it still meant no job. So he had called you and announced in his usual terse way that the long-discussed but never actually planned cross-country trip was happening.
Now you make yourself comfortable under one of the fuzzy blankets he keeps on the couch (you’ll sleep under it later) and tuck your feet up under you as he calls his uncle to make sure the insurance on the Teardrop is current and to confirm that it’s okay for him to use it.
His voice is a little slurred from the whisky, but his uncle’s on the other end is just as slurred with sleep when he reminds Yoongi that he won’t be using it any time soon since he’s recovering from surgery. (He hasn’t used it in five years anyway. It’s Yoongi’s trailer in all but name.)
“All set,” he announces with a yawn.
“Go to bed, old man,” you joke.
“Nah, I’mma stay here.”
You give him a shove. “Bed. You know you’ll miss it on the road.”
He grumbles, but gets up. “Need anything?” he asks, the implication that you’ll be staying on the couch clear as day.
“I’m good. Mind if I plug in my charger?”
“I’m not charging you by the kilowatt.”
“Okay, then.”
He ambles off to his bedroom (you’ve still never seen it) and you grab a glass of water and set it on the floor next to the couch, hoping that slightly-less-tipsy future-you will wake up and chug it at some point in the night.
Warnings: reader gets drunk in an airplane. mentions of vomit.
Wordcount: <1k
Summary: Maybe the fourth mini-bottle of tequila was a little bit too much. Good thing this stranger’s got a very enticing and comfortable shoulder to sleep on for the rest of the flight.
AN: infinite thanks to @miscelunaaa . Written for the talented, kind, hilarious, and always extraordinary @augustbutwinter on our possumversary. Here’s to many more screeches from the dumpster!
The goddamn seatbelt light is on again.
Not that it matters. Even if you wanted to get up, it would involve waking up the snoring grandpa on your right, watching him clack his dentures around and shuffle to his feet, groaning as he makes his way out to the aisle for you to get by.
You’d have to be pretty desperate, anyway. Thirty-eight minutes into a five-hour flight is not the time to break the seal. Pretty desperate, indeed.
The light dings back off and you hit the button to call a flight attendant.
It had been different when you said yes to your best friend and agreed to be her maid of honor. It had been a time of joy, of excitement. You hadn’t spoken it outloud, but you’d had a secret hope that you’d be the one to catch the bouquet, that your boyfriend would propose on the spot, and that you’d get to show off a shiny new rock on your wedding-manicured hand.
Ex-boyfriend, you remind yourself bitterly. He’d broken it off well before the wedding, packing up his bags and going to stay with a friend. Sidepiece. Whatever. Whisky helps. So does rum. Tequila helps most of all, so that’s what you order when the flight attendant comes over. Tequila and orange juice. Two bottles. The first is gone by the time she makes it down the aisle for a trash sweep, so you order a third and fourth. No orange juice.
One hour and sixteen minutes down, and the wedding is still an ocean away.
The man on your left, between you and the window, pulls his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie and changes the song. You can hear it through his AirPods, over the roar of the engine. You can’t tell what song it is but it seems awfully hype for the expression on his face, slack and relaxed.
You ruefully think that you’d be relaxed too if you didn’t have this horror-show of a wedding to deal with. You’d be like Mr Hype Guy, all chill in his comfy hoodie, listening to his tunes without a care in the world. He probably doesn’t need a shot of tequila to get through the flight without crying.
He’s probably not thinking about how much it’s going to suck—having to put on a happy face and dance in your ugly lavender dress with some stranger in a tux and watch your best friend marry the man of her dreams.
You crack open mini-bottle number four and down its contents.
Mr Hot Guy glances over at you, then back out the window.
Lucky fuck. He’s probably one of those nice guys—like the future Mr BFF—one of those guys who meets his perfect woman and hangs on for dear life, knowing how fucking goddamn lucky he is. Knowing how precious a thing like true love is. How fleeting. How—
His hoodie is soft against your cheek. It smells nice. Like fabric softener and cedar.
Against—
You sit up with a start and wipe the drool off your cheek. There’s a wet patch on his shoulder and it’s from your mouth, which doesn’t make any sense because your mouth is dry as cotton now.
He shifts in his seat.
“Feeling better?” He asks.
“Oh god,” you groan. “I am so sorry. Here—” You try to blot at the wet patch on his shoulder with the tiny napkins that came with your first drink.
He takes them from you. “It’ll dry. Trust me, this thing’s seen worse. Let me tell you about the time I thought I lost it. Which, sad. And then I went back to the same pub and it was still stuffed in the booth a week later. So now I know my favorite pub doesn’t clean anything worth a damn and I can never eat there again.”
The contents of your stomach give a nasty churn.
“And this other time,” he continues, “this one time my best friend used it to clean up when he was watching his girlfriend’s dog. That dog got into a full-sized ham. Ate the whole thing. Barf everywhere. And this dumbass — what does he do? Well, he doesn’t want to use his girl’s nice towels to clean it up. So he grabs my sweatshirt out of his car and uses that. She never knew a thing.”
Another churn has you vaulting over the sleeping grandpa and into the aisle, dashing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach into the miniature toilet just as the fasten seatbelt light comes on again and the pilot announces the beginning of your descent.
You see him again at the rehearsal. He winks at you, pats his shoulder teasingly. Stands opposite you, hands over the ring. He holds out your chair for you at the rehearsal dinner and whispers in your ear.
Staying at the same hotel, it’s easy to make excuses to follow him back to his room, to watch him strip off that cozy hoodie. To let him take you in his arms and into his bed.
The next day, decked out in your lavender abomination dress, dancing with him doesn’t seem like a chore at all. He looks damn good in a tux, after all. Even better than he did in a dubious hoodie, which should have been impossible.
At the end of the night, he kisses you before he raises his glass to toast the happy couple. “Let me tell you how I knew she was the one for him: As you probably know, they have a dog…”
summary- An accidental brush of Yoongi’s fingers suddenly leads to so much more.
word count- 3.1k
pairing- idol!Yoongi x best friend!Reader
rating- R
genre- idolau, smut, fluff, f2l
warnings- Yoongi in that airport fit with that beautiful luscious hair, reader is obsessed with Yoongi’s fingers, finger sucking, hair pulling, dry humping to completion… yes you read that right
a.n- So after I read @kithtaehyung‘slike that, I went to bed and this is the wild dream I had. Full fantasy fulfilment for ya girl here ngl. A big thank you to @m-yg93 for beta reading and screaming with me.
❃ This fic was written as part of Festivaled Away: Burning Memories hosted by @bangtanbathhouse | ticket: concert/show, main event: musical artist au, games: oral fixation.
The play was heinous. An over the top telling of feminist virtues that was so heavy handed it left a bitter taste in your mouth. And it was a musical. You’re a feminist, of course, but the playwright’s utter discounting of the audience’s intelligence left must to be desired. But Yoongi’s friend was in it and so you tagged along when he asked you to come, weak to your best friend’s whiny pout.
It’s not easy being friends with someone who has a mob of fans around him at all times. Perhaps if you were a man it would be easier, but for now you were relegated to the middle of the small audience while he and his two bodyguards sat front and center. How’s that for feminism?
If it wasn’t bad enough that you had to sit through a man’s awful retelling of the feminist movement, the playwright thought of handing out a quiz at the end just to be quirky. It was worse than any pop quiz in your high school history class, full of questions about dates and people you were sure were part of the play but you had glossed over in an effort to stay awake. The cherry on top was the title: So are you really a feminist?
Blech.
Using the same tactic you used in highschool you added your name on top and then proceeded to check C for every answer, barely bothering to read the questions. It had been three hours and Yoongi definitely owed you for not dozing off. Perhaps you could convince him to take you to a fancy dinner as a reward. Your stomach grumbled at the thought as you handed the sheet back to one of the many people in black roaming around. With an ominous soundtrack, you realized to your eye rolling horror that the lead would not only be grading everyone but announcing the results one by one — for the entire audience of over fifty people.
He started from the back row, calling every individual by name, marking their test and then playing a tune on a little keyboard placed next to him. You had no idea what the tunes meant. The lead himself said nothing but the name, and you could feel your annoyance at the subpar play increase with every little chime that blasted through the speakers. It was one thing to make people endure the garbage writing, it was another to play this travesty of a mind game.
You barely registered when your name was called, rolling your eyes as he played a somewhat melancholic tune, the major scale not uplifting it in the least. Well, at least you knew that only half the room was left. Great.
You zoned out for most of the rest till your best friend’s name was called. Well not his name, his stage name. “Suga!” the man announced to the surprise of the room that had somehow missed him entering earlier. Apparently, a white mask was a pretty good disguise. While the rest of the room was whispering amongst themselves, trying to decipher if the cheery tune meant that their favourite idol was a feminist or not, you couldn’t help but giggle. Did he seriously use his stage name on the test?
Thankfully, the end of the tests meant the end of the evening, with the cast coming out centre stage to bow to the cheering audience. Before the lights came on you spied your friend and his guards making their way to the side entrance, taking it as your cue to finally leave and meet up in the tunnel underground so you both could leave together. Sure, it was more tedious than leaving out the front door, but it was definitely less tedious than having some fan snap a photo of the two of you together. The last thing you needed as a budding artist was a scandal with a pop star, even if there was nothing scandalous happening between you.
Sneaking down the stairs, you heard the commotion coming from the people leaving from the play, Yoongi’s name distinctly coming through the cacophony. It made you laugh a little. It hit you sometimes how the shy, awkward boy from your small hometown was now the talk of the world. It was bizarre. People had multiple thirst accounts dedicated to him — ones that you had of course used to annoy him — but you could never see the sexy Suga they portrayed. To you, he was just Yoongi, annoyingly cocky, often moody Yoongi.
“Hey, good timing,” your best friend’s voice rang through the hallway as he walked over to you, playbill in one hand and the other moving through his long dark hair. One look at him in the white shirt and blue jeans, and you knew that any pictures sneaked of him today would be making Twitter explode in a few hours.
“You owe me like five dinners after this,” you complained, starting your tirade against the terrible production as Yoongi grimaced, the mask under his chin crumpling with his expression. Eyes rolling, he shoved you away as the two of you waited for the car to pull up.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Yoongi asked, frowning and pulling his mask off in the car. The two of you were sitting in the back row of the SUV, leaving the front row empty so as not to be photographed. He slouched in his seat, pulling out his phone by force of habit.
“Wasn’t that bad? Yoongi!” you exasperated. “It was so bad! I hated it so much! I almost fell asleep.” He just chuckled in response, used to you ranting about every piece of media. He hummed along to your critiques, laughing at how thoroughly put off you were by the quiz at the end.
“Honestly, I just circled all C,” he confessed and you couldn’t help the giant laugh that overcame you. There was a reason you both were so close. However his confession reminded you of another thing.
“You put Suga as your name,” you giggled, watching his eyes narrow as he looked at you, thoroughly unamused.
“That’s my name,” he shrugged.
“Oh is that what it says on your passport? Is that what you put on your SATs?” you teased, grinning widely as your friend struggled to remain deadpan, fighting his own smile. “I’m Suga,” you mimicked in a deep baritone hearing his annoyed whine you loved so much.
“Stop! Shut up,” he whined, a hand coming up on your lips but between your laughs, he had somehow missed the mark. Instead of his palm landing on your lips, somehow two of his fingers ended up in your mouth, the laughter between you immediately silencing.
You didn’t know what came over you. If anyone asked, you’d tell them it was brain rot from the terrible 3 hour long tragedy you had sat through. Yet your lips closed around his fingers, tongue licking at the pads as you sucked.
At your movement the smile on Yoongi’s face turned lopsided, his eyes bright as he watched the way the top of his fingers disappeared between your scarlet painted lips. He didn’t know where he got the courage, but after a small pause he was pushing his fingers in further, relishing the way your eyes widened. Before either of you knew it, he was pumping his fingers in and out, your mouth suctioning them in a way that ruined your panties and tented his pants.
“Fuck,” he murmured, his other hand going to your waist out of its own accord, pulling you closer. It seemed your tenth grade crush was back in full force, beating your heart in submission as you climbed onto his lap, tongue laving at his digits, face burning at the little groan that escaped his lips at your actions. You could feel him hard beneath you, your dress riding up to give you the perfect opportunity to grind against him. His hand on your waist tightened at the action before trailing to the other side and pulling you against his chest, the flush on his face matching yours.
The car stopped then, indicating your arrival at Yoongi’s apartment and jarring the two of you back to reality. His fingers left your mouth with a lewd smack, a line of saliva connecting the two of you before you were scrambling to climb over the seat in front to get out, your best friend following suit.
The elevator ride was awkward, quiet and still, except for the loud beating of your heart. It was a novel development that made your skin prickle, carrying even when the two of you were in the apartment and on his couch. He poured you a drink, sitting stiffly next to you, humming in response to your thank you. If someone looked in they would assume that you were strangers, sitting ramrod straight, fist distant apart, sipping on your drinks. But being friends for so long had made Yoongi blunt.
“So you sucked on my fingers,” he began, your face flushing in horror as your head spun to look at him.
“I did no such thing,” you retorted, putting the glass on the table and crossing your arms over your chest. Yoongi just stared at you, mouth open in disbelief and brows furrowed.
“Yes you did!” he exclaimed, slamming his glass down too, turning on the couch to face you.
“No I definitely did not,” you chuckled fakely, needing him to just forget your momentary loss of sanity. However, Yoongi was a petty little bitch and instead of following your lead and pretending that nothing ever happened, he just brought his fingers back to your lips, shocking you into somehow having his fingers back in your mouth. He smirked as your lips closed around his knuckles once again, the mischievous look in his eyes only brightening as he pushed deeper and deeper till you could feel them at the back of your throat, the skin between his fingers marked by your lipstick. Narrowing your eyes at his sudden lewd curiosity, you ran your tongue between the two digits, enjoying the way his smile dropped, his mouth slacking and his own tongue poking at his lips while he stared at you. And then he pressed on the back of your tongue, earning a moan you tried your best to suppress, your pussy fluttering in need.
But Yoongi wasn’t the only petty one in this friendship, with a quick hand you pulled his hair, if only to break him out of the staring match he seemed to be having with your mouth, expecting him to break out of the lust.
Except he moaned.
Loud and needy, the sound rattled around his silent apartment and set your skin on fire. His hand slackened, falling out of your mouth, your spit trailing down your lips. You had never thought about your friend this way, but with the dazed look on his face, you acted on autopilot, your other hand burying itself in his soft silky hair and tugging again.
“Fuck,” he hissed, eyes closing as he leaned back, legs stretched as if taunting you with a throne. He remained slack when you took his silent invitation, climbing into his lap, and matching his fiery gaze. When you tugged his hair again, he mewled, hips rising and hands gripping your waist, your name escaping him in a whimper. Arms locking you against his chest, there were centimeters between your grins and somehow the proximity made you giggle, his own snickers joining yours till your forehead was resting against his.
“When did you get so hot?” you asked between your chuckles as he looked at you from under his eyelashes, pink dusting his cheeks and arms tightening around you. He looked away a little shyly, burying his face in your neck as he inhaled, leaving goosebumps on the skin where his breath ghosted.
“Must be the idol skincare,” he joked, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, making you shiver, your hips rutting gently against his before he was sitting up straight again, a hand cupping your face. “Can I admit I’ve always found you hot now?”
He spoke more to your lips than you, but Yoongi had always had trouble making eye contact for too long. His words rang in your head, warmth blooming through you as your breath hitched. But the flurry in your head only increased when his tongue poked out, the tip licking at your spit glistening on your lips, making it your turn to moan. The movement was so slow, so tentative, so gentle that it left sparks behind, ones that spread from your lips to your face and down your chest, igniting your heart.
With your tenth grade self jumping in glee in your head, you crashed your lips onto his, fervent and eager. He matched your pace, gasping a little at the sudden move, his tongue meeting yours again and again till you felt drunk off of it, his name echoing through your head and landing on his lips.
Your moans were a melody, harmonizing together as the two of you wrapped your arms around each other but it wasn’t long till his hands were wandering, fingers gripping onto every piece of flesh from your chest to your thighs to your ass. It was like you were combusting, your body in hyperdrive fueled by the way his teeth dug into your bottom lip.
“This is what you wanted in the car, didn’t you,” he teased, teeth blooming roses on your neck as he met each grind of your hips with one of his own, his cock brushing tantalizingly to your centre. “First sucking my fingers and then grinding that pretty little pussy all over me. You gonna stain my pants, baby?”
Yoongi had never spoken this way to you, his dirty words making you gasp. A gasp he took full opportunity of to dive his tongue back into you, sloppy and needy. It was like he had been replaced by someone else, someone who knew every nerve in your body.
“I don’t need a play by play, Yoongs,” you panted, fingers stroking his scalp eliciting a deep groan from him. You wanted him to stop talking, unaware of how much you could take of his dirty mouth, lust coursing through you in waves he controlled with each undulation of his hips.
“You sure? You wanna be surprised?” he taunted, lips moving over your chest, mouth capturing a nipple over your dress, the red satin darkening as his tongue found the peak and roamed it. Before you knew it, he was flipping you over, laying you against the couch. “Don’t wanna know how I’ve been dreaming of making you cum on the couch since I was fifteen?”
“Fifteen?” you moaned, the new angle aligning the seam of his jeans right at your clit, the earlier pressure amplified by his weight now on top of you.
He hummed in response, mouth now working on your other nipple, sending currents through you. Perhaps it was the nostalgia, the fulfilment of a teenage crush, but you felt on the edge already, your chest rising and falling rapidly as he basically dry humped you. A hand on your hip and the other squeezing your chest, his lips suckled at the sensitive crook of your neck, igniting your nerves to technicolor. “Cum with me, cum for me. Please,” he pleaded, motions haphazard and you felt the coil in your stomach wind impossibly tight with his fingers now pinching your nipple.
And then he bit you, sunk his teeth against your skin and it was as if he had electrocuted you, each limb vibrating with energy as your pussy clenched around nothing, your hands tugging his hair at the root. He groaned, loud and raspy, the sound pulling from his chest and reverberating through you as he whispered your name breathlessly, dropping his entire weight on you.
You could hear nothing but your blood pounding and Yoongi’s hard breathing, an unfamiliar combination that suddenly felt so natural. Your arms wrapped around him as you caught your breath, holding him tight as he reciprocated, arms winding under you.
After a few moments he leaned up on his elbows with an impossibly large smile, gums on full display and nose scrunched into a button. His hair stuck out all over his head, messy and tangled and you couldn’t help but laugh, not only at how silly he looked but how you ended up in this situation.
He joined in, kissing you again softly, lips meeting yours once, twice, three times, till he was nuzzling his nose into yours.
“Can’t believe we just came in our pants like teenagers,” you murmured, too amused to be embarrassed.
“Can’t believe we didn’t do this as teenagers,” Yoongi commented, sitting up and pulling you up with him till you both were settled next to each other. You could see a very obvious wet stain on his blue jeans but the man was unbothered, leaning back with his legs spread as if he was proud, an arm around your shoulders.
Your giggles died down after a while, the two of you sitting in silence. You waited for the panic to come, the earth shattering realization that you had just made out, quite wildly, with your best friend, but nothing ever did. You were just content, a goofy grin on your face that matched his as his fingers played with yours on your lap.
“Any chance you’ve had a crush on me since we were kids too or am I gonna have to write another sad song?” he asked, looking at the floor, his smile a little dim but still there like he couldn’t control it. It was endearing, making flowers bloom within your veins.
You leaned over kissing his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers between his. “Guess it’s only cheesy love songs from now on.”
“Seriously?” he asked, looking down at you, his eyes wide in surprise. You didn’t know what he expected, but then again he didn’t know you had dreamt of the exact same scenario since you were fifteen too.
“Seriously,” you replied, kissing him once again. He deepened the kiss, his tongue making the earlier heat return before he was standing up, pulling you to him.
“Fuck yes cause I really can’t wait to show you what my fingers can really do,” he whispered giddily making you roll your eyes at his lame flirting.
“Less tell, more show,” you deadpanned only to get kissed again hungrily as he pulled you to his bedroom, a “Yes ma’am” easily flowing off his lips.
You giggled as you fell into his bed, happy that your sudden oral fixation was worth more than just the embarrassment that came with it.
: oral (m. receiving), swearing, a little worship kink
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: You’re watching a music video, and Yoongi’s thoughts get the best of him. Not wanting him to feel bad, you make him feel good the best way you know how.
It was Wonho’s video premiere for his title track, “Eye On You,” and you were very excited to watch it. The song plays loudly on the speakers, and you sit with your best friend Alex in the living room watching the video. Your boyfriend Yoongi is behind you, sulking on the couch, watching you two engage with what’s on the screen. The groovy, sexy sound quickly took over, and you moan loudly, enamored with how good he looks in tight pants.
“He’s gotten so big!” you exclaim, playfully fanning yourself.
“Wonho looks so good,” Alex agreed, her eyes wide at the change of scene.
You get up and start dancing, your body completely taken over by the beat. You look over at Yoongi, his face half-amused at your dancing, and you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap. A smile on his face, but his eyes tell another story, sadness peeking in from those almond-shaped eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, brushing his hair back with your hands.
“Nothing,” he sighs heavily.
You frown at him because you know he’s lying. You gaze at him, concerned, your heart beating faster than before. You start thinking hard to see if there is anything that you did wrong, playing everything that you did from the moment you woke up until now. You search his eyes, hoping to get the truth out of them somewhere, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he slouches further onto the couch. You’re bothered by his sudden mood change, not understanding why he is acting this way, but you are determined to figure out what is wrong. You get up and whisper to Alex that you will talk to Yoongi quickly, and she nods, turning her attention back to the tv screen.
“Come on,” you grab his hand, getting him off the couch. “Let’s talk.”
He reluctantly follows you into the room, and you lock the door behind him, motioning for him to sit down on the bed.
“What’s wrong with Yoongi? Did I do something wrong?” you probe, standing in front of him.
“No, you did nothing wrong,” he huffs. “You are just perfect the way you are.”
You are taken aback by his words, confused even, not understanding why he would use those specific words for the subject at hand. On one end, you like that he thinks you are perfect, but you are still troubled by his dishonesty. You sit next to him, taking his hand and kissing it reassuringly.
“I know you are not being honest with me,” you call him out. “I’m not going to judge you. Talk to me, please.”
He spent a moment in pensive silence, actively avoiding eye contact. Your frustration mounts, and you feel like shaking him until he gives you an answer. You get up, annoyed, about to walk out of the room when you finally get an answer.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
You snap your head at him, bewildered by his question. It was the last thing you would think would ever come out of his mouth, and you almost laughed at his inquisition.
“What..?” you respond slowly. “Where is this coming from?”
“Well, I saw how much you liked Wonho’s body earlier, and I know I am not built like that,” he mumbles.
A massive wave of relief splashes over you, as now you know why he feels the way he is. This is unlike him, and you take it seriously, but you know how to make him feel better.
“Baby,” you begin. “You are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful that I get to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. Wonho is attractive, but he doesn’t have anything on you. I love you, okay?”
He nods slowly, and you sit back on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry about me talking to another guy or looking at anyone the same way I look at you,” you reassure him. “You are all I will ever need in life.”
You look at him, your eyes full of love, and kiss him. Your heart skips a beat, fireworks, and desire fill you up, and you want nothing more to show him how sexy he is to you. You lay him down on the bed, climbing over him, straddling his lap. Your lips leave him just to plant themselves on his neck, sucking on his bare skin, leaving a red mark. Your hands slip slowly under his shirt, caressing his smooth chest softly before moving your way down to his stomach,
“I love you,” you whisper. “There’s no else but you.”
You work your lips down to his chest, leaving soft kisses along the way. You stop when your lips reach his grey sweatpants, gazing at him as you pull them down.
“What are you doing?” he hisses.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” you purr, pulling his member out of his briefs.
It pops out excitedly, getting bigger in front of you as you hold it in your hand. You caress it, not breaking eye contact as you want to see his reaction to what you are doing to him. He bites his lip. Eyes closed in ecstasy as your hand movements pick up the pace. His moans are sweet, your name flowing out of his lips harmonically, his hands gripping your wrist. You lean in closer, slowly taking him into your mouth, his whimpers going up an octave. You move your head back and forth, juices flowing naturally in your mouth as you suck him in, your tongue massaging his shaft.
“Baby…” his breathing hitches. “You make me feel so good.”
“I know,” you say, his dick still in your mouth.
His need for you becomes unadulterated as he takes a fistful of your hair, pushing you further down onto his shaft. You smirk, sucking on him harder, bopping your head faster, enjoying this newfound ravenous energy taking over you. You admire him, his cheek flushed and his lips slightly parted. Your name and words of praise fill the room as he nears his peak. Your free hand moves up to where his balls are, and you rub them softly, enjoying watching him shudder from your mere touch. His dick twitches, getting harder in your mouth, and his eyes roll back, a strangled noise coming from his lips.
“I’m going to cu-” his voice cracks, preventing him from finishing his thought.
He releases himself into your mouth and swallows him in, enjoying the fruits of your labor. He shudders, clutching onto the pillow, his heavy pants evident as he comes down from his high. You slowly take him out of your mouth, wiping a small corner of his seed from the corner of your mouth and licking it. He exhales, sitting on the headboard, wiping the sweat off his face.
“Now, do you see,” you tease him, “there is no one else I would want to do that too. Only you make me this way. “
He nods, and you climb up next to him, laying your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you drum your fingers playfully on his stomach, listening to his heartbeat, the melody from his heart evident as he holds you close. He falls into a deep sleep, and you lay there before eventually getting up, not wanting to disturb his peaceful state. You leave the room and shut the door quietly, returning to the living room to Alex, who is watching another kpop video.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, pausing the video.
“Oh yeah, we’re good,” you beam at her. “I was just taking care of my man, that’s all.”
Summary: attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview
Genre: fluff, fluff and fluff!
Warnings: a little cursing because you need to pee and people are clicking photos, you’re 7 and a half month pregnant and yoongi’s buff and so in love with you. Husband yoongi is a big warning itself.
A/n: hello hello I’m not dead
Author’s pov:
“And the song of the year award goes to…” you looked at the host with big eyes all the while holding your husband yoongi’s hand tightly and his other hand which was holding you, squeezed your shoulder gently out of nervousness “Min yoongi! Or we can say producer suga!” You squealed and got up immediately, well atleast tried to do so but it was a little hard with your belly in the way but yoongi held you up and pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss causing you to blush and giggle against his lips as the camera zoomed in on both of you.
Pulling back he leaned his head against yours, smiling widely that matched your bright smile and you whispered “I’m so proud of you” he nodded closing his eyes and kissed your forehead before pulling back and you smiled as the other members also pulled him in a group hug before he walked up to the stag while buttoning his suit jacket. You sat back on your seat with a little help from jimin and smiled staring at your husband who was emitting a powerful and confident aura while standing on the stage.
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Yoongi smiled pulling you close to him with his strong arm wrapped around your waist and caressing your belly softly and his other hand holding the award. You smiled leaning against his shoulder feeling a little dizzy with so many cameras flashing but with his arm wrapped around you tightly, it was a little better. Placing a soft hand on your belly you smiled when a female photographer complemented you and bowed a little while yoongi smirked kissing the side of your head.
As yoongi was answering the questions by the interviewers, your smiled flattered a little feeling the sudden strong urge to pee. You’ve been holding it quite well the whole night because you don’t like going to public bathrooms but now it seemed like the baby was having none of it and started squeezing the life out of your bladder. You didn’t even drink that much just so you wouldn’t have to pee but the baby loves teasing you and decided that it was the right time to sit on your bladder.
As much as you tried to control it, a squeak almost left your lips when a sudden cramp hit you and the urge grew stronger so tugging his suit jacket you forced a smile with all the cameras clicking when he turned his head to face you with a soft smile which immediately disappeared when he noticed the look on your face “what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He mumbled looking at you worriedly and you shaked your head squeezing his hand which was on your belly “i need to pee” you whispered and his eyes widened slightly before he cursed under his breath “fuck is it urgent?” He mumbled rubbing your side gently and you nodded hastily “very. Please” you whispered with pleading eyes and yoongi kissed your forehead nodding.
He looked at the bodyguard besides him and whispered something to which the bodyguard nodded and said something in his ear piece and a second later you saw all the bodyguards around you form a circle to guide you both out of the ocean of reporters who immediately started rushing and following you both . Yoongi covered you with his body and held you tightly all the while until you both reached your car and he helped you sit inside before sitting too. “Yoongi fast” you whined squeezing your legs tightly and he nodded looking at you apologetically “let’s go. Drive fast but carefully” he told the driver who nodded and started the car.
During the whole ride you were squeezing the life out of yoongi’s hand who groaned slightly but still let you do anything you want and you almost kicked the door open when the driver pulled up at your house and got off before waddling towards the front door as fast as you can with yoongi running behind you. Punching in the pin when the finger print was taking too long, you almost stumbled while trying to run on the smooth tiles with your heels on. Crouching down, he took your platform heels off quickly when you tried to run to the bathroom with them and you placed your hand on his head to support yourself whining “yoongi hurry up! i can’t hold it anymore” “okay okay there you go. Don’t run!” He said when you took off holding your belly and slammed the bathroom door shut.
He chuckled shaking his head and ruffled his already ruffled hair and stood up hearing you babbling incoherent words of relief and took out one of his t shirt for you to wear. A few moments later You came out of the bathroom with a satisfied smile while rubbing your belly to see him shirtless and waddled towards him to burry your face in his hard chest causing him to chuckle fondly and hold you tightly. “Are you feeling good?” He mumbled pressing kisses on your head and you nodded sighing in relief as he unzipped your tight dress “so good” you whispered kissing his neck. Humming he took your dress off completely and unclipped your bra causing you to shiver slightly while he helped you wear his shirt.
You hugged him again causing him to laugh and you kissed him saying “you did so great. We are so proud of you” he hummed holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss “really?” “Yes” “thank you baby” you giggled and bite his bottom lip gently while he made you sit on the bed. He groaned saying “don’t get me started babygirl. I won’t be able to control myself later” you pouted but still nodded while he smirked went to get your makeup wipes. Coming back he crouched down and cleaned your face gently while you smiled when the baby kicked. Throwing the dirty wipes he came back and helped you lay down gently before laying down besides you and pulled you close to him.
You sighed happily and buried your face in his neck mumbling “tell your kids not to squeeze my bladder when they are so many people around us” his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle and he nodded rubbing your stomach gently “I’ll tell them tomorrow when they wake up. Now go to sleep babygirl” your eyes were closed and soft snores were coming out when he looked at you causing him to smile to himself. He kissed your belly before kissing your head and closed his eyes holding his world close to him.
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The next day’s headline was a photo of you and yoongi whispering to each other with a Caption of “the sweetest couple of all the time” with everyone thinking that you both were smiling and whispering your love but only you and yoongi knows what you were actually talking out.
“O-oh yoongi!” You whined as his pace increased and his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing your eyes to roll back. Yoongi growled hearing you moaning and screaming his name and grunted “fuck babygirl you take me so well, my good little girl” and wrapped his lips around your perky and hardened nipple causing you to whimper as your fingers played with his hair “y-yours” he groaned when you clenched around him tightly and smashed his lips on yours to pull you in a rough kiss which had you gasping for air as he sucked and bite your bottom lip until it was red and swollen “i-i love you yoongi ” you cried out as another wave of pleasure hit your body and he pounded inside you harder with his forehead leaned against yours as he panted and moaned your name “fuck i love you too babygirl, i love you so fucking much” he groaned and you leaned up slightly to kiss him but your attention was diverted when you suddenly heard a phone, or specifically his phone ringing “y-yoongi-” you tried to tell him but he cursed and placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss with his hand going down in between your bodies to rub your clit which had you moaning his name loudly. As much as you tried to ignore the continues ringing, it didn’t stop budging at the back of your mind. so you pulled back panting and whimpered out “y-your phone oh- yoongi your p-phone” kissing your forehead softly, which was completely different from the way he was pounding inside you, he grunted “ doesn’t matter. Ignore it and look at me kitten” you whimpered at his dominating voice and looked at him with dazed eyes with your ckeeks flushed whispering “I-I’m close” gripping your hips tightly he groaned “i know baby, come for me” against your ear you gasped with your mouth hanging open and a scream of his name escaped your lips as your second orgasm washed over you with your hands grippingjis biceps tightly. A deep growl left his lips seeing you milking his cock with his name leaving your lips like a chant and he rubbed harsh circles on your clit to ride you out of your orgasm groaning feeling his own high approaching “fuck-where do you want me baby” “i-inside me” you whimpered laying on the bed boneless as he groaned hearing your words. He breathed harshly and small groans of your name spilled from his lips as he came right after you and you whimpered feeling his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. Breathing heavily as his balls completely emptied he collapsed besides you and pulled you closer and you snuggled in his chest yawning and wrapped your arms around his torso. He chuckled fondly mumbling “i love you babygirl ” as you nestled against him comfortably and his arms around you tighten when you whispered “i love you yoon” kissing your head he groaned when the moment was interrupted by his phone ringing again “fucking assholes” you giggled softly as he mumbled profanities and said “it might be important, you should pick it up” already closing your eyes “not more important than you” he murmured kissing your neck and took his phone switching it off without seeing the missed calls and throwed it behind him on the bed. Sighing tiredly he kissed your head as soft snores and little puff of air left your lips and his eyes fluttered shut when you snuggled in his neck causing him to hold you protectively.
Of course he would make sure that people won’t fuck with his money anymore but that can wait for tomorrow. Tonight was just about you, his beautiful girlfriend . His whole world.
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■ summary: you’re theirs. And they won’t ever allow anyone to take or hurt what belongs to them.
■ Genre: fluff, angst
■ warning: blood, gun, mentions of murder, reader almost gets kidnapped, yoongi’s a gang leader, a few kisses here and there, he loves grabbing your butt, established relationship, yoongi has an alter ego, reader almost gets killed too, possessive yoongi and his alter ego, implied smut.
Author’s pov
You giggled as holly licked your face while you were tying his leash,well atleast you were trying to do so because the large dog kept trying to sit on your lap not understanding that he is too big to do that. The brown rottweiler looked at you happily while wagging his tail as you were successfully able to put his leash on and patted his head huffing as he licked your hand too. “You got me covered in your drool holly” you said putting on your shoes before wiping your face with wet wipes and looked at him again “okay let’s go” you mumbled taking his leash and your little bag which contained your phone and wallet and some treats for your baby. Locking the door you started walking towards your destination which was your boyfriend’s office. You know you shouldn’t be walking there because it would be much safer if you took your car but today you decided to give the poor driver a day off and besides just as yoongi had told you to take holly with you everywhere, you were doing so.
“It’s a nice day for a walk isn’t it?” You cooed to the dog softly as he walked besides you on alert only looking at you for a moment before looking at his surroundings again. Yoongi had brought him for you when he found himself falling in love with you. He never thought that would be getting in a serious relationship when he started seeing you. He thought that it’s just a distraction and it will be over soon but he found himself falling for you harder when you accepted both him and his alter ego. Never did he dared to dream that you will accept him for who he was. He didn’t wanted to get his hopes high and get hurt later on. But you proved him wrong when you just hugged him tightly in your warm embrace and whispered “i will always love you yoongi. No matter what. And if i love you then I’ll learn to love your other half too” he remembers how his eyes got misty and his voice thick with emotions as he hugged you back tightly. That was the first time you both said ‘i love you’.Since that day, both him, and his alter ego did everything in their power to keep you safe. He can say that his alter ego is possessive of you just like he is and they both loves you more than anything even though it took a little time for his alter ego to open up with you because he has always found it hard to trust anyone besides yoongi. But eventually, you managed to coax him out of his shell with your love. And about holly, well he was supposed to be a strong guard dog and he is, but you pamper him all day and make him wear different colorful clothes. He bets even holly must be embarrassed to walk down the street in a pink onesie.
You smiled looking at a little girl laughing while running in the park but soon your attention was taken by holly who suddenly stopped and looked back from where you came from with his tail standing straight in alert “hey what’s wrong holly?” You asked looking behind you aswell but you were met with nothing other than a few people walking but it wasn’t anything suspicious. Maybe holly is just paranoid because he has always been protective of you. “It’s nothing let’s go” you said lightly tugging on his leash but your eyebrows furrowed when he didn’t budge instead growled lowly which scared a couple who were walking past you. You gave them an apologetic smile and bowed slightly then looked at holly again who was still trying to go there but you stood in front of him and snapped your fingers gaining his attention “okay holly now stop. There’s no one there. C'mon” you said started to walk ahead and holly reluctantly followed behind you. As you both walked, you frowned noticing holly’s attention was still behind you both but you shrugged it off and smiled as you reached your destination.
Entering inside the building with holly on your tail you pushed the elevator’s button and shifted your weight from one leg to another while waiting for the elevator. “Y/n?” Hearing a familiar voice you looked to your right and a smile creeped on your face when you saw your boyfriend’s trusted man and bestfriend Namjoom standing there. But your smile dropped slightly when you saw his expression. He looked worried. “Hey joon” Namjoon looked down at you with a small smile and patted your back before stroking holly’s head “hey y/n. What’re you doing here?” “Nothing just came to meet yoongi” you smiled seeing holly licking namjoon’s hand as the elevator door opened. He suddenly looked a little hesitant making you worried “what’s wrong? Is yoongi alright? ” you asked immediately thinking of the worst scenario but joon was quick to calm you as he shaked his head and mumbled “don’t worry he’s fine. He’s just a little mad and he’s probably not yoongi right now but I’m not sure because he kicked me out” you relaxed and nodded starting to get in the elevator but namjoon stopped you “wait. Let me take holly with me.” You nodded giving him holly’s leash and crouched down to smack a kiss on the dog’s head “I’ll be back soon sweetie” you whispered smiling softly and waved at namjoon who nodded and watched as the door closed.
You signed and leaned against the cold wall watching the numbers changing to higher ones. What would have made him so angry for his alter ego to come out? And why didn’t he called you? He usually calls you whenever he gets too much stressed. You were snapped back to reality as the doors opened and you walked out bowing towards some men who bowed towards you. Everyone in this building knows you as their boss’s girlfriend so it’s no secret that they all respect you. Reaching outside his office you knocked on the door softly not hearing any reply which caused you to sigh so you knocked a little harder. A smile reaching your face when you heard his deep voice “stop bothering me namjoon amd piss off” “it’s me” you said softly and a moment later, the door was ripped open only for a second to pull you in before it was slammed shut and you were pinned against the door with his lips on yours and his hands gripping your hips tightly. You whispered his name against his lips, cupping his face and caressed his cheek softly as your lips moved against his smoothly “agust” He kissed you harder for a second before pulling back breathing heavily and leaned his head against yours “what are you doing here? Did you came alone?” Pushing the hair falling on his forehead back you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead feeling him sighing tiredly and relaxing under your touch “no i didn’t came alone. Holly is with joon and i just wanted to see you. Am i disturbing you?” You asked looking at him with big eyes and he smirked squeezing your butt earning a soft giggle from you . Wrapping his arms around your waist he hoisted you up in the air effortlessly causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and he started walked towards his desk all the while you were peppering his face with kisses.
Sitting on his chair with you on his lap you caressed his hair as he leaned back looking at you with soft eyes that contained his love for you. “No you aren’t. Needed you” he breathed out as you lightly touched the scar doing under his right eye. “What happened?” You whispered shivering slightly because of the low temperature in the room and he shaked his head increasing the temperature and pulling you closer “nothing kitten” he mumbled pulling you closer with the back of your neck and crushed his lips on yours making you whimper gently. His tongue immediately dominated yours and you supported yourself by placing your hands on his chest and he groaned sucking your bottom lip before biting the supple flesh. Carding your fingers through his soft hair he growled when you tugged them lightly and pulled you impossibly closer with his hand going inside your oversized hoodie caressing your bare skin. You gasped and whimpered his name softly as he relieved all the stress that has built up. “Are you okay?” You gasped out as he kissed you roughly and growled running his tattooed hand over your back “missed you” he murmured pulling back breathing heavily and you leaned against his chest trying to catch some breath “is yoongi okay?” You whispered looking at him with worried eyes. Worried for both him and his other half which caused his eyes to go soft “yes babygirl we’re fine. Just some petty fuckers trying to take what’s ours” you looked at him with confusion as he placed his suit around you noticing the goosebumps on your arms “what do you mean?” He shaked his head kissing your forehead “don’t think about it.” “Agust” he sighed and looked at you with soft eyes and you perked up realising yoongi was back “yoongi?” He hummed pulling you close when he felt you sliding down and wrapped his arms around your waist “what was agust talking about?” You asked with narrowed eyes and he sighed mumbling “that idiot” “tell me” you whined squeezing his cheeks causing him to groan “is everything okay?” “Yes baby everything is fine. You know we will never let anything happen to you right?” You nodded whispering “ofcourse i know” with confusion still present in your eyes . Yoongi’s jaw clenched and he rasped out “ jungkook found out that someone has been following you since a few days” you gasped and his arms around you tighten “what” yoongi kissed your neck and held you close in his protective embrace “some shitheads are trying to take me down” he scoffed giving your butt a gentle squeeze before looking at you with sharp eyes “i will find them and make them regret their whole life” the shiver that ran down your spine wasn’t because of cold but because of the coldness in his eyes and tone.
Yoongi was always the calm one in situations like this and agust is the rough one but when it comes to you, they both become ruthless gang leaders who won’t ever hesitate to kill anyone who dares to hurt you. “Let’s go home” you whispered and he nodded kissing your head as you stood up from his lap. Standing up you gave him his suit jacket back which he kept in one hand and wrapped his free arm around your shoulder and you both walked out of the room. Walking towards the elevator you looked up at him see him looking ahead with a distant look in his eyes. You know that even though he is physically with you, his mind is somewhere else and it won’t calm down until they catch the person. So squeezing his arm you smiled softly when he looked down at you and he smiled when you said “everything will be fine” he nodded scratching the scar under his eye as you both stepped in the elevator and he pressed the button of the ground floor. You exhaled softly and buried your face in his chest as his arm around your shoulder tighten and he pressed a kiss on your head before breathing out “i love you baby” you smiled whispering “i love you too” in his chest. You pulled away slightly when the elevator door opened and you both walked out but your eyes widened and you suddenly stopped causing yoongi to stop too and look at you slightly alarmed “what’s wrong? ” he asked looking around with his hand already going back towards his gun which was safely tucked in his belt. “I forgot holly!” You exclaimed with wide eyes causing him to sigh “I’ll be right back!” You said with a small laugh and ran back towards the elevator while yoongi shaked his head with a small smile on his face as he heard hoseok laughing in the background.
You hummed softly as you reached the floor of namjoon’s office not noticing a man following behind you who was also in the elevator with you. While you were walking towards joon’s office yoongi glanced at his watch and looked back towards the elevator as a few men working under him bowed towards him. “Hyung?” Yoongi looked back surprised to see namjoon standing behind him with holly besides him who growled happily and went towards yoongi who hummed and chuckled as the happy dog sat besides him and he caressed the dog’s head “you’re leaving early? Y/n went to your office” mumbled yoongi taking his phone out to call you while namjoon nodded “I’ve some work to take care of so i was thinking of asking jungkook to look after holly but i saw you here” yoongi didn’t replied instead waited for you to pick up the call but you never did making yoongi frown. “Maybe it’s in her bag” he murmured sighing “don’t worry she will come back soon besides there’s no one on that floor” yoongi hummed questioning and namjoon nodded “i was the last one there”
“Oh?” You mumbled seeing the lights in namjoon’s office off and only then you noticed that you didn’t saw anyone on your way here. You shrugged thinking he must be with jin or Taehyung and turned around to go back to yoongi but you jumped and a scream almost left your mouth when you saw an unknown man standing right in front of you. You didn’t even heard his footsteps. Placing a hand on your chest you sighed and bowed slightly towards the man before walking past him. He must be one of yoongi’s men. Maybe he also came to find namjoon. Soon a frown settled on your lips when you realized the man was still following you and turned your head slightly and sure enough he was staring straight at you. Something about His gaze made you so uncomfortable that a shiver ran down your spin. You unknowingly speeded your steps and your throat tightened when you heard the man speeding behind you too. Why did namjoon’s office has to be so far from the elevator? A gasp escaped your lips when the unknown man caught up with you and grabbed your wrist harshly causing you to look at him with fear in your eyes. “W-what are doing?! Let me go!” You screamed trying to pull your hand away but his grip only tightened causing you to whimper in pain. You looked around and tears filled your eyes when you realized you were alone with this man and he smirked before raising his hand to hold your arm but before he could, you hastily took out the pepper spray from your bag and sprayed it in his eyes causing him to scream and let you go “you fucking bitch” you whimpered hearing his gruff voice and your feet took off with a thought.
Running towards the elevator as fast as you can , a sob escaped your lips when you heard him running behind you and quickly took your phone out. A shaky breath left your mouth as you saw yoongi’s missed call and immediately called him. You gasped as a ring went by before his deep voice was heard “y/n? Baby namjoon’s here-” “yoongi!” You sobbed hearing him getting closer and yoongi immediately looked alert as fear set inside him “y/n? Hey baby what’s wrong?! Y/n?!” Yoongi growled out the last words as you screamed when the man grabbed your hair tightly and turned your around causing the phone to slip out of your hand and fall on the ground “yoongi!” A scream of his name left your lips when the man raised his hand and slapped you hard causing you to fall on the floor harshly while yoongi was already running “hey! Who the fuck is there?! Y/n?! Don’t fucking touch her dammit” yoongi growled and took the stairs when the elevator took too long and ran up the stairs feeling anger coursing through his body as he heard you crying and screaming for help “you’ll regret touching her when i get my hands on you” you faintly heard his voice from afar because of the ringing in your head and whimpered as the man grabbed your collar and harshly made you stand up. Your eyes widened when the man pinned you to the wall and wrapped his hand around your neck squeezing it tightly which had you gasping for air as your hands tried to push him away. He groaned when your nails scratched his hand and squeezed your throat tighter causing you to close your eyes as your oxygen got cut off and your hands fell limply to your side.
And just as you thought that you’re going to die here, the man was suddenly thrown off of you and you fell on the floor wheezing and gasping for air. You placed a hand on your head feeling dizzy and tried your best to look towards the source of voice “yoongi! Stop!” You heard jin’s voice but you couldn’t open your eyes as leaned against the floor feeling tears flowing down your face as you heard holly barking. While yoongi’s voice changed to a more rough one as he continued throwing punches at the man laying below him “you fucking son of a bitch how dare you touch my fucking woman” yoongi threw a harsh punch on the man’s face and you swear you heard a cracking noise causing you to whimper softly as your vision slowly started coming back and you could make out a blurred sight of jungkook and hoseok trying to stop yoongi who was beating the man who almost killed you harshly. Another string of curse words left yoongi’s lips and you realized that he wasn’t yoongi right now . “Agust” you managed to croak out as your hand reached for him and his head snapped towards you.
He was on his feet in a second and rushed towards you. You sobbed softly as his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace and leaned against his chest while his jaw was still tight and his eyes were holding so much anger. When yoongi reached where you were and saw that man choking you, he swear something inside him snapped and he saw red as his alter ego forced his way out and ran towards you. If you haven’t called him right now, then the man would have been dead. You gasped and buried your face in his chest and his arms around you tighten. More anger filling inside him when he saw a trail of blood on your lower lip. Cupping your face gently he made you look at him and you cried shaking in his arms “I’m here now. Everything’s okay. You’re okay” he whispered pressing his forehead against you and took you in his arms . His one arm wrapped under your knees and under one held your waist and he stood up holding you bridal style while you laid your head on his chest, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. Looking at namjoon he rasped out “i don’t want any of those shit heads leaving this damn building. They’ll will regret setting a foot here” Namjoon nodded and yoongi started walking ahead with holly following you both. Reaching home he placed you on the bed and your heart tugged tightly when holly whined seeing you hurt. You cooed and caressed his face to reassure him that you’re fine and flinched slightly when yoongi caressed your cheek which had already formed red causing him to clench his jaw. Somewhere in between the ride home, yoongi came back making you worried that agust might be upset but yoongi reassured you that he is fine. He was too angry at that time and he didn’t want you to see him in his scariest form. And the same went with yoongi. He too never want you to see him as a ruthless gang leader. And that’s why he tried to calm down because he didn’t want to scare you more.
After giving you a warm bath ,he helped you wear his hoodie with a pair of your underwear and carried you back to bed before laying down besides you. He unbuttoned his shirt until his sharp torso was on view and cradled your body close to him. You sighed shakily amd buried your face in his chest. He didn’t spoke anything since you both arrived home and that made you more nervous “yoongi?” He hummed kissing your head and you whispered out “s-someone was following me” pulling back slightly yoongi looked at with furrowed eyebrows “what?” You gulped nervously and avoided eye contact as you said “w-when i was coming to meet you, someone was following me and holly sensed it but at that time i-i thought he was just paranoid” taking a harsh breath yoongi stood up and took his gun from the side table causing you to gasp and stand up too “why the fuck didn’t you told me that before?!” He growled out and and started walking towards the door “I’ll fucking kill every single one of them” “no yoongi please stop” you pleaded rushing in front of him and placing your hands on his chest. His hands found there way on your hips , gripping then tightly as he leaned his head against yours “please stop” you whispered with your eyes closed and placed your hand on his heart feeling it pounding “don’t…don’t ever hide anything from me” he breathed out and you nodded as a tear left your eyes which he wiped immediately. He thinks he knows who has been tailing you but he wasn’t sure and that’s why he didn’t went and killed all of them. But right now that didn’t mattered when you looked so scared and nervous. Pulling you closer he pressed his lips on yours in a gentle but passionate kiss as he poured all of his love in it. Throwing the gun somewhere on the floor he picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist and his one hand held your thigh with the other one on your back. Laying you on the bed gently he kissed you slowly and softly and a soft growl left his lips that had you whimpering his name. As your lips moved smoothly against each other, he whispered “we love you so fucking much babygirl ” you wrapped your arms around his neck whispering “i love you both. So so much”
As you both spent a night embracing each other fully, he showed you how you meant to them . He showed you that they would do anything and everything for you. As your naked form slept peacefully in his arms, his phone vibrated indicating of a message. Yoongi smirked switching his phone off and held you just a little tighter. The smirk turning into a soft smile when you snuggled closer into him and he kissed your bare shoulder softly before falling asleep as well.
Namjoon: lee and his gang are dead
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◇Summary: you are sleepy and yoongi is busy. And you need to cuddle while sleeping so work can wait when it comes to you.
◇Genre: fluff,fluff and more fluff!
◇Warnings: loads of cuteness because y/n is a cutie patootie which can melt yoongi’s cold . Implied smut just some indirect mention.
A/n : hello hello! This idea was given by my wifey @teluki which inspired me to write this cute little one shot!
Author’s pov
You smiled softly against his chest as his large hand ran up and down your back in hopes of lulling you to sleep. You sighed and gripped his thin white t shirt, relaxing in his strong embrace. Yoongi kissed your head softly continuing caressing your back as you snuggled into his body. You have the habit of cuddling while sleeping. Before you met yoongi, you used to hold your big teddy bear in your sleep because you can’t sleep without holding something. But after yoongi came in your life, the teddy bear was long forgotten because yoongi was really endeared when you told him about this habit at the beginning of your dating and since then he would hold you tightly every time you slept. Yoongi finds this habit of yours absolutely adorable and even after 4 years of dating and 1 and half year of marriage you still sleep in his arms. And that’s why yoongi is always hesitant to leave you alone every time he goes to a business trip because he knows you have trouble sleeping without him besides you.
Yoongi smiled softly when he heard soft little snores coming from you and kissed your forehead when your head lulled back slightly and adjusted your head on the pillow before removing some strands of hair from your face. A quiet chuckle left his lips seeing your chubby cheeks squished against the pillow with your mouth slightly opened . Covering you with the duvet properly he sighed and reluctantly stood up. All he wants to do is get back in bed and continue holding you but unfortunately he has some work to complete. He slowly creeped out of the room as to not wake you up and started walking towards his home studio. He knows that he has to write the song idea that just came to his mind because he will definitely forget it later. Closing the door he sat on his chair and took his notebook and started scribbling whatever came to his mind
Half an hour later, you woke up not feeling the familiar warmth of your husband anymore and a pout settled on your lips when you found his side of the bed empty. You huffed knowing he went back to work again not just because you wanted to cuddle but also because you were worried he might overwork himself again. He has the habit of working continuously for hours without eating or drinking anything and it had been hardly 3 hours since he came home and he is wondering again. Still you didn’t want to disturb him. It might be important if he got out of bed to complete the work. So you sighed and cuddling in the blanket hoping to fall asleep again. But no matter how much you tossed and turned, sleep didn’t came. So after contemplating for another 5 minutes you finally stood up and wore one of his hoodie before making your way towards his studio.
Knocking the door once , as expected you didn’t got any response. So you opened the door and walked inside shivering slightly because of the coldness in his studio. How does he not freeze and can work normally in this temperature? “Yoongi” you called him softly while tapping his shoulder and he jumped slightly before turning his chair around and removing the headphone “ y/n? Baby why are you up it hasn’t been long since you slept” he mumbled pulling you closer noticing the sleepiness in your eyes. You yawned standing in between his legs and absentmindedly caressed his hair “i can’t sleep” you mumbled softly feeling your eyes getting heavier “can’t you work tomorrow?” You continued with a pout which he is sure you didn’t even noticed. He looked back at his laptop and then at back at you sighing tiredly “no baby I’m sorry but i have to complete this today” your pout increased with your sleepy mind not processing anything more than the want to be held by him “but i want to cuddle” you whined childishly rubbing your eyes and a tired smile creeped on his face. No matter how much he wants to pick you up and sleep while holding you he wants to finish this too because he has been stuck at this song since weeks and he can’t let the inspiration and ideas of the lyrics go “I’m so sorry babygirl but i need to work right now. It will only take about an hour can you try to sleep until then?” He said a little strenly making you bite your lip knowing he might get irritated if you kept on pushing him . Now feeling a little selfish you nodded hoping to mask the sadness and took a step back making yoongi immediately want to pull you back to feel your warmth again.
“It’s okay i know work is important. I’m sorry i disturbed you” you said not looking at him and walked out of the room closing the door behind you and made your way towards the bedroom while yoongi cursed under his breath and pushed his hair back sighing. He couldn’t ignore the guilt creeping inside him because he knows you can’t sleep without him and still sent you back. You shouldn’t look so hesitant to ask him about anything and he hated that you did.
You layed back on the bed sleeping on yoongi’s side hoping that his scent will help you fall asleep and closed your eyes snuggling in his pillow. You can’t believe you disturbed him just because you wanted to cuddle. So lost in your internal thoughts you didn’t heard the door opening and closing and you were surprised when you felt the bed dipped behind you and his arm wrapped around your waist with his another arm snaking under your head. You held his hand which was under your head and whispered “yoon-” “shh go back to sleep kitten. I’m sorry i got mad at you” he murmured kissing your neck softly “it’s okay you can work i will be fine yoongs” you whispered caressing his arm adoring how good it felt wrapped around you. “No. Work can be done later. Now go to sleep I’m tired” you giggled and turned your head slightly to kiss him and he immediately responded kissing you back sleepily but you let out a surprised sound when he suddenly started sucking your bottom lip gently “hey! I thought you were tired” you giggled when his lips chased yours and covered his lips with your hand causing him to grunt “it’s okay we can sleep in tomorrow” “no mr min you are going to sleep right now so no funny business” you said hovering your lips on his teasingly and pulling back when he tried to kiss you. He groaned but still let you snuggle in his chest and pulled you closer. “You sure you want to sleep?” He asked huskily while pressing a wet kiss under your ear causing you to shiver and slap his chest .
“Yes i do"you stated causing him to grumble while you tangled your legs with his while he scooted down and layed his head on your chest snuggling in your soft skin "good night yoon” you whispered closing your eyes and heard a deep mumble “night kitten”
The next morning he took his revenge just so you know.
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“Y/n?” You jumped slightly hearing your fiance’s voice suddenly and turned around wide eyed while yoongi bite back a chuckle because you looked absolutely adorable in your oversized t shirt with your mouth full of chocolate ice cream “yes?” You squeaked out hiding the tub behind your back not so sneakily causing him to smile “what are you doing princess?” He asked already knowing the answer but wanting to see what you’re going to do “umm watching the stars?” You said without thinking anything while yoongi hummed walking towards you causing to walk backwards till your back hit the counter “and where are your stars baby” he mumbled taking the ice cream from behind your back causing you to whine and try to take it back but he gave you a look causing you to pout and huff “i was hungry!” He wrapped his arm around your waist looking at the tub which was now half empty causing him to sigh “then you should have woke me up baby and i could have made something. You just got well do you want to get sick again?” He scolded you gently and you shaked your head and buried your face in his chest with the pout still on your lips “m sorry” your voice came out mumbled and he kissed your head “it’s okay” he pecked your lips and continued “do you want to eat a sandwich? I’ll make some” he mumbled already pulling away but you whined and shaked your head feeling your eyes getting heavier with all the ice cream you stuffed “I’m not hungry now. Sleepy” you mumbled causing him to laugh and he nodded “alright then let’s get you to bed” he said and bend down picking you up bridal style and you wrapped your around his neck smiling sleepily and kissed his neck softly before nuzzling your face in his warm skin. He smiled fondly at your habit of becoming clingy whenever you’re sleepy and continued walking towards the bedroom when you mumbled something “yoongs” he hummed closing the door with his leg and his movements halted for a moment when you whispered “i want to have kids” and he looked down at you to see you already closing your eyes and smiled walking towards the bed. His mind now filled with having a little you or a little him running around in the house and their bright laughs bouncing on the walls. Laying you on the bed gently he kissed your forehead before whispering against your skin “i would love that babygirl” you smiled softly and pulled him down with you and he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled your leg up so that it was wrapped around his torso. And just like that, you both fell asleep being tangled against each other with both of your minds filled with the happiness coming in the future.
And tomorrow after you unexpectedly throw up the first thing in the morning, you both also got to know the reason why you wanted to eat pickles dipped in chocolate last week
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Summary: destiny tries to separate you with the one you love the most. But as everyone says, two people who are in love with each other always find their way back.
Genre: angst in the beginning, smut at the end with happy ending.
Warnings: swearing, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of past abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of rape, mature content, soft dom yoongi, soft sex, yoongi just loves you a lot
Author’s pov
Sometime in March, 2013
You took a shaky breath and hugged yourself as a harsh wind blew past your bundled up form. Your body tensed up when you heared the familiar deep voice which gave you comfort at one time but now you just wished for the ground to swallow you. “Hey babygirl ” he said sitting besides you on the bench. His eyebrows furrowing slightly when you avoided his eyes and scooted towards the end of the bench when he tried to pull you closer. “Is something wrong?” He asked soothingly and a small cry almost escaped seeing how confused he was. You shaked your head and blinked back the tears which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was in front of you in a second. Crouching down in front of you ,he took your cold hands in his , with his another hand rubbing your knee gently. “Baby look at me please” he whispered with pleading eyes . You know he hates seeing you cry and you hate how much worried he looks for you. “W-we need to talk” you whispered shakily and his grip on your hands tighten, out of nervousness. But he still nodded and gave you a small smile “what’s wrong ” you took a deep breath and managed to croak out “l-let’s break up” for a moment, time stilled. You saw how his body visibly tensed up and he swallowed thickly before asking “why? Did i….did i do something wrong?” You shook your head and tried to free your hands from his grip but it tightened as soon as you tried to push him. “Y-you didn’t do anything wrong yoongi. It’s just…I’m doing this for your own good” “No” he said harshly and stood up pushing his hair back before taking a deep breath and looking at you with unshed tears in his eyes “please…please tell me baby. I-i promise I’ll fix it baby. I-is it because I’m not stable right now? You know my training at big hit has started . We are finally about to debut. I promise I’ll-I’ll give you everything you want. I promise I’ll work harder baby” he was now almost begging you. But he didn’t care. Not when he is so close to losing you. He can’t lose. You are his everything. His whole world. He won’t be able to live without you. A soft sob escaped your lips hearing his words. Of course you aren’t leaving him because of that. You don’t care about money. You don’t care that you both live in a small house. Because it’s home. “No yoongi. Please try to understand me. I-I’m doing this for you” your broken whisper caused a flame to ignite inside him which soon turned into anger. “No! No you aren’t y/n! You are just being selfish. You want to break up with me but you won’t tell me why. Let me fix it .Please, please baby you promised you will never leave me” the last words came out as soft whispers and your heart broke at how his voice cracked in between. You almost broke down when he said those words
Yn slept soundly as Yoongi tossed and turned, his mind plagued with different thoughts, making him sleepless and alone in the middle of the night. He craved her attention, it had been weeks since they had properly had each other, and yet, here was Yn, sleeping without a care in the world. She’d give sleeping beauty a run for her money.
She looked ethereal, tucked into his black sheets, her hair sprawled out on the white pillows, her back turned towards him. He tsked, reaching out to roll her over so he could admire his beautiful darling. She let out a grunt as she turned over, her crop top riding up her chest as she did so. She didn’t bother to pull it back down, leaving Yoongi with a drool-worthy display of her tits. He swallows as he stared at it, his mind racing as he questioned if he should make a move. ‘Fuck’ he thought as he reached out, scooting closer to Yn so he could get his hands on her. His palms, finding the swell of her breasts easily. Yn, let out a sleepy moan as Yoongi toyed with her hardening nipples. “Shh, go back to sleep,” he coaxed, his hands still on her breasts. He resumed his ministering when he heard her breathing even out again. Flicking her nipples and squeezing her tits which were the perfect size for his hands. He went closer, lowering himself so his face was at the same height as her chest, his lips descending onto her nub with no mercy at all. His teeth lightly gazing her rock-hard nipples, making Yn moan, but Yoongi was too far gone to care, he sucked on her nub his hand toyed with the other. Pulling slightly harder and much rougher as he felt a primal need to make her cum. He left marks and hickeys all over as he continued his game. Yn’s breathing was heavy as Yoongi’s hand trailed down her stomach to her panties, her core, wet from the lack of attention. He ran his finger over the length of her soaked cunt, a smirk on his face.
“Such a good little whore, so wet for me even when you’re asleep,” he growled into Yn’s ear as she let out a whimper, still asleep. His tongue relentlessly worked on her tits as his fingers prodded her tight little hole, bringing her closer to the edge.
Yn whined when she felt Yoongi add a third finger inside her, but that didn’t stop him. He simply coaxed her back to sleep, telling her to let him do his thing. Yoongi groaned when he felt Yn’s hole clench around his fingers, her orgasm close. He picked up his pace, his movements rougher than earlier, biting into the soft flesh of her breasts. Yn breathed heavily as she felt her orgasm ripping through her body, creaming all over Yoongi’s fingers. “Fuck, such a good girl Yn,” Yoongi praised as he pulled his hand away from her, Yn just let out a sleepy moan which was quickly shut when Yoongi bought his cum drenched fingers to her lips. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to eat up the mess that she had made with his fingers. “Fuck, I love you,” Yoongi groaned as he got up, grabbing tissues to clean both him and Yn up before climbing back into bed. Placing a kiss on top of Yn’s head, he pulled her close, spooning her as he smiled to himself. What had he done to get such a good girlfriend he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
