You’d spent the entire day flitting between your lovers
Riling each of them up in the way you knew would affect them the most.
You pitted Jin and Jungkook against each other for your affection
You’d spent the better part of the afternoon “subconsciously” stroking Namjoon’s thighs.
You made direct eye contact with Hobi and completely ignored every one of Jimin’s attempts to gain your attention.
You lead Tae on as you ate ice cream while he was working out.
Everything went wrong when you attempted to play with Yoongi.
Really you should know better by now, the rapper doesn’t take too kindly to teasing.
You’d asked him to show you what he was working on.
But instead of sitting still and listening like a good girl, you’d sat in his lap and wriggled.
He’d ignored you to start with, going through the motions of showing you his work.
Unsatisfied with his reaction, you’d leaned back into his shouldered and moaned as if every weight in the world had been lifted off of your shoulders.
You rolled your back against his chest and sighed against his ear.
His hands froze on the keys, and you smiled to yourself, content.
You had intended to take yourself off to hide then, let one (or more) of them find you later to make up for your games.
But Yoongi didn’t let you stand when you tried.
He slapped down on your thigh and held you in place.
You looked at him as innocently as you could manage, seemingly confused.
He didn’t buy it for a second.
“I don’t like naughty girls Y/N.” He stated matter of factly.
He allowed you up, a hand holding your wrist to keep you from running.
“You are going to apologise to each of the boys for distracting them today, but first you’re going to make it up to me.”
You nodded, the tone in his voice warning you not to argue.
“Bedroom princess, Now.” It was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with the authority of a king.
You scurried along to his and Jin’s shared room and sat on the edge of their double bed.
He walked leisurely behind.
Bringing you to now…
He has had a vibrator attached to your clit for 20 minutes now as his fingers play with your holes.
Your hands are cuffed to the headboard with a towel lain out beneath you…
He’d made that mistake before and didn’t fancy Jin’s disapproval all over again.
You were leaking all over his fingers.
Dripping onto the towel.
Making quite the mess of yourself.
It feels too good.
But it is a punishment after all.
Each time you have gotten close Yoongi has changed the vibration pattern and stolen your orgasm away.
He kisses you softly every time.
A sweet gesture from the outside.
A known gloat to those that know him.
He gets off on the fact that you can’t, not without his say so.
The ultimate control.
He dips his head between your legs licking at the slick.
Partially to clean you up, partially to tease you more.
There is no pressure behind his motions, but the promise of his tongue is just so close.
He kisses you again when you are clean.
Pushes his tongue covered in your own juices into your mouth for you to taste.
He stretches his fingers inside of your asshole one more time before pulling back, the thumb inside of your pussy leaving too, making you feel empty.
The vibrator stops and he wipes the remaining dampness off of your legs.
You moan, overstimulated and unsatisfied all in one.
“Aw pretty sounds baby… maybe I should sample you on that track that’s now laying unfinished… a little like you.” He chuckles as he undoes your cuffs.”
You rub at your cuffs and sit up, making sure to flash him your best pout as you do.
“Apologise to the rest of the boys… however they want you and then I’ll finish you off princess.”
Your eyes light up at the permission.
It’ll be easy to get one of the others to finish you off.
“And I’ve already texted them to tell you no.”
His gummy grin is in complete opposition to his evil words.
You sigh a roll your eyes.
“I don’t have to finish you off at all today you know?”
“Sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll go find the others right now!” You launch forward and kiss him on the lips before sprinting from the room to track down your first apology.
BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep
Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.
Smut under the cut
Namjoon
It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
Mouth ajar with a little drool
You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
“Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him
Seokjin
The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
Wants to do everything with you and for you
Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
An extra layer of intimacy you could share
Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
Jin was still asleep
Some wet dream being lived out in real time
You roll so he is on his back
Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
“What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing
Yoongi
You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
He’d worked through the night again
Fast asleep his mixing desk
You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
“Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.
Hoseok
Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
Until you moaned his name
He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
Gonna come for me without even knowing
So wet for me
You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
You are
He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
He thrusts the digit shallowly
Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
Every noise you make his music to his ears
He keeps his eyes on your face
Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are
Jimin
You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
“Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
He was blonde when he left this morning
“Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
Two fingers scissor inside you
You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
The orgasm shudders through you
Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
“My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon
Taehyung
He woke so needy and desperate
In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content
Jungkook
It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
“I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
“But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
“OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
“Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
It was now or never
He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
The longer it goes on the braver he gets
Pinching your clit
Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
He slotted himself between your legs
Lapping hungrily at the juices
Diving his tongue in when he needed more
He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
Two fingers in
Sucking desperately at your clit
He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
BTS Reaction to your pregnancy test finally coming back positive.
Warning: Vomit (Morning sickness)
Namjoon
He waits anxiously in the living room as you take the test, wringing his hands.
When you don’t come out after 15 minutes he starts to worry and goes to find you
You’re sobbing on the floor when he walks in
Immediately he is at your side telling you it’ll be okay you can try again
You’re crying too hard to tell him, so you hand him the test and he freezes his soothing motions
Tears well in his eyes as you watch for his reaction
Suddenly you’re being lifted off the floor and carried towards your bedroom he lays you down carefully, but he doesn’t let go.
His hands trail down your sides and lift the hem of your shirt.
He leans down and presses hundreds of kisses into your tummy as you giggle, trying to wriggle away from your husband’s affectionate assaults
Seokjin
You find out while he is on tour
There’s only a month left so you don’t tell him
He would only want to fly home immediately and there’s nothing for him to do yet
Hiding from him is torture when he checks in everyday and all you want is to spill the secret and see the joy on his face of finally…
But you know it’ll be worth it
He comes home to string flower petals leading to your closed bedroom door
He opens it to find a tray of goodies laying out for him and a jewellery box with a note that says ‘find me waiting in the bathroom’
He doesn’t open the box too eager to see you after so long he takes the box and heads straight for you
He is more than confused to find you sat on the closed toilet lid in a fluffy bathrobe instead of in a bubble bath like he was usually greeted with
You roll your eyes and gesture to the unopened box he still looks very confused at the little white stick displayed under new cufflinks that read “daddy”
Eventually you just stand letting the robe fall to display your rounding belly.
The shock finally hits him, and he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you close with one arm, the other hand on your stomach.
Yoongi
You are out shopping with your little boy
Daddies black card burning a hole in your pocket as you treat the birthday boy
You’d just finished lunch when the overwhelming urge to vomit hit
The next three days you struggled to keep anything down
Yoongi eventually convinces you to go to the hospital even though you think he’s being a bit dramatic for a stomach bug.
The news you are six weeks pregnant hits you like a truck after what the doctors told you last time
It’s one of the few times Yoongi lets you see him cry off stage.
Hoseok
It’s a joke when he says “maybe you’re pregnant” after developing a weird craving for spray cheese on salt and vinegar crisps
This wasn’t even that weird
You laughed
It’s not exactly out of character for you to try weird food combos
Except spray cheese is disgusting
You still feel a little silly when you go out to buy the test
Lo and behold the little plus mark appears and you are left in shock
Fully on autopilot you walk into your kitchen test in hand
Hobi looks up confused, glancing at your outstretched hands and makes one of those noises only he can
He sweeps you off your feet and dances you around the kitchen pulling you out of your shellshock.
Jimin
You’d never seen someone so excited yet so close to an obvious breakdown
There are 30 swatches of paint on the wall of the spare room by the end of the week
Trying to remind him that if there is still 32 weeks to go does not slow down the process
He enlists the boys while they have time off because he is worried he won’t be around to help as much when their schedules pick up again
Every detail is run by you before it’s placed in the nursery
And he has a baby shower party planned long before your second scan.
Taehyung
The moment the at home test comes back positive Tae has booked you in for a hospital scan
You sit in the private hospital room twitching as you wait for the ultrasound technician to come in
Taehyung squeezes your hands reassuring you after so many negatives and false starts
This time feels different though
Eventually the doctor comes in and you lie back ignoring the discomfort that comes with a transvaginal ultrasound
It was early on and you needed to be sure
The doctor’s brows furrow and you steal your nerves for the news that it was another false alarm
“Are you prepared for the possibility of multiple births?”
Taehyung can’t contain his excitement head whipping to look at your pale complexion
The doctor doesn’t get to say triplets before you’ve blacked out
You thought you were around 12 weeks and starting to show
Nope! Six weeks and very bloated
Jungkook
Five nights into your private luxury yacht honeymoon you are vomiting over the side of the rails while your very confused half naked husband watches on
You’re taken to the doctor at the next port
You laugh when he suggests pregnancy you’ve only been off birth control for a month now
Everyone said it would take forever and you’d already waited for so long
Turns out the universe just didn’t want you living in sin
They did several tests
Each positive
You do wish the little bean could have waited to make you sick when you weren’t living on a boat for a month
You cut the trip short
But JK already had you rebooked for six months after the due date for your first family holiday
You hadn’t meant to pry. The letter had just fallen out of his pocket when you picked up his coat to leave the studio. The letter that read baby with hearts all around it. You stared at the envelope for a long time deciding whether or not to open it. It’s not Yoongi’s handwriting, so there is no way it’s for you.
Before you get a chance to make your decision your boyfriend walks into the room.
“What have you got there babe?” he looks completely confused by the paper, but your mind has already had enough time to run through all possible origins of letter. It explained everything, the late nights, early mornings, he’s been pulling away. There is somebody else, and this is the proof. You throw the note at him, still unopened, and storm into the corridor. You hear him release an exasperated sigh before chasing after you.
“Stop running away from me would you.” His hand lands on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
“Give me one good reason why I should.” You refuse to look at him, shrugging free of his hold but not running away again yet…
“You didn’t even open it, you have no idea what this is… Don’t you trust me?” he sounds annoyed, but there is something more too it than that, he sounds betrayed. Like he has the right to be upset with you for this.
“A poorly hidden letter, covered in hearts and reeking of cheap perfume seems like a pretty conclusive reason not to!” You twist back on him in time to see him flinch. You rarely yell, not at him. You’re struggling to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He takes a minute to take you in. absolutely seething and ready to run, without even talking about the flimsy ‘evidence’ you’ve found.
“I can’t believe you don’t trust me.” His voice is small, barely loud enough for you to hear despite not being more than arms-width apart. Lack of trust is what made his last relationship fall apart, and you knew that. What’s worse is you used it against him.
“Maybe I’m starting to understand why she left…” it’s completely unnecessary. A way to hurt him like he was hurting you. You don’t know what you were expecting, an admission of guilt, for him to scream at you? Instead he just handed you the letter back and dropped his eyes to the floor. You peeled op the envelop and unfolded the paper
*Jungkook,
You were busy so I thought I’d leave you a note instead, I can’t wait to see you tonight.
Love you so much,
Eunji*
It wasn’t meant for him.
You stand in silence for a moment. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of the words to say, the words that could fix this, but none came.
“What are you so afraid of?” His question catches you off guard. When you remain speechless, he meets your eyes and continues. “You are always looking for a way out. If you can’t trust me then tell me, because I don’t see a point in continuing a relationship where there is no trust, you can’t build a life on that Y/N.”
“I… I love you.” It’s a whisper, and it’s not enough.
“Love isn’t trust. And if it were really love this argument would’ve never happened. Maybe we should take a break? Decide where we really stand?”
“Wait no, please don’t.” You reach for his hand, but its futile. He pulls out of your reach.
“I’ll call you in a few weeks.” He takes one last look at you and heads back into the studio.
When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.
♡Pairing:Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin
♡Genre:brother’s friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.
♡Summary:you’re over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain’t prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?
♡Warnings:fluff, mild smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother’s bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc’s brother, he’s a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.
♡Word limit:6.5k
♡Author’s note :besties, here’s the new fic of Yoongi. Spare sometime of your to read this piece of beauty and let me know if you guys need a part 2 and how much you loved it. Kindly apologizing for not editing it cause it’s already so late. Remember I always love you <3
“I’m done with you, dude.” You screamed at your brother and ran into your room. You have been mad at your brother since so long. You both never get along. Fights, quarrelling and being mad at each other is both of your favourite things. You never want to live with your brother during your college years but only for the sake of your parents you were there sharing apartments with your brother. If you get any chance you would change your apartment.
“Stop overreacting, I’ll be home till night. Enjoy yourself.” Your brother said slamming your door. He was never in the house, always out there having fun with girls, alcohol and money. This is what he called life and you totally were different from him. You’re more conserved, introverted and only allow certain people in your life. But here you’re happy that atleast the whole house is yours now. You can watch Disney weird fantasy movies or eat pineapple pizza without being judged. At night after he left for partying you ordered a big size pizza and started watching the saddest movies to cry.
At the mean time of your crying session, you heard a ding bell sound at the doorstep. It’s almost two at the morning and you were confused who’s now. But at your surprise it’s you brother walking inside the house with one more person just like him. You saw him, but he was head down walking inside but you guessed it right. In the black jacket it was Min Yoongi. Your brother’s friend or kind of used to be classmate. You have been seeing him from the starting years of college. And now you’re almost at the end of the year. The person right before seems sad and num. But it was not a surprising thing cause everytime you meet Yoongi he looks so sad and calm. No emotions can be read from his expression.
“I guess you’re too early to come home!” You glared at your brother who settled himself at the couch, beside him Yoongi takes his sit.
“None of your business, girl. And why are you up this late, huh? Again watching your weird fantasy movies.” Your brother hummed.
“Yo, bitch. Don’t interfere in my life. Just go, I’m in the middle of something.” You ranted.
“Y/n language! Haven’t you seen Yoongi sitting right here? A guest is in the house and you’re talking to me like this?” Your brother glared. Yoongi just scoffs still head down.
“Let me clear this to you. Yoongi’s girlfriend kicked him out of there shared apartment. So, for few days or weeks he’ll be here with us until or unless there fight get resolved.” He said.
“None of my business though.” You rolled your eyes still focussing on the television screen.
Yoongi in his deep voice “we soon gonna be together again. Thanks Seokjin for giving me shelter.” Both of the boys then straight up walked into the rooms and you were there ending the last scenes.
From the starting years living with your brother Seokjin, you always met with all his friends. Yoongi was also one of them. But he was the one whom you talked the most in his group circle. Yoongi seems so calm and intelligent to your eyes. He was also a good listener while a great adviser. You both added each other in every social media platforms you were present. You almost talked with him daily the past years. But the sudden change that developed in him was still unknown to you. You didn’t get what ghosted him but this past few months he randomly stopped talking to you. No in person talks, no messages or neither calls. He even blocked you from all his social medias. You thought he was mad at you for something but you never get it for what. You tried asking him what’s the matter of not talking or having no contact with you randomly. But he never answered it in a right way. Neither did you exaggerated the matter. As told you were very picky about the people in your life. If somebody don’t want to have contact with you then it’s his loss. You’re always there to help anyone and everyone you know.
The very next day, you were excited to meet with your new crush Jimin. He’s new to your campus for few months and you both became good friends with eachother. He seems so cool to your eyes. Never did you think of dating anyone from your college but if it’s about Jimin then you can’t say no to it. He’s kind and fun guy to goof around. But the thing that make your heart flutter was his flirty side. The way he acts like he’s in love with you with all his picky lines on you. You can’t denied that you liked it, really every much. Your heart always pound whenever he goes all flirty with you. But you also can’t deny the fact that he seems flirty with all the other girls in the campus. Kind of like the new fuck boy in the college. Sad for you that at last you did fall for the flirty kid.
“ Jimin! How’s your day going bub?” You yelled at Jimin who was standing there flirting with some other girls.
“Y/n beautiful! You’re becoming more beautiful day by day.” Jimin walk up to and said.
“Ahh you boy! Shut up. Any plan for this weekends?” You asked.
“As you know our college last year gonna end in this month. So, I’m quite busy.” Jimin sighed.
“Yeah, but I’m excited for our graduation day. But Jimin I’m gonna confess something before our graduation day to you.” You whispered in his ears.
“Oh-okay. What’s it about can I ask?” Jimin hesitantly said.
“Meet me at the basket ball court at evening in this weekend. Okay?” You excitedly said.
“I-i will be there. But if anything necessary then you can tell me now.” Jimin asked.
“Patience Jimin. Don’t forget to come.” You winked at him and walk straight up to your house.
You were really happy that finally after taking a whole one year you now gonna confess to Jimin. Your heart saying that he gonna accept you but your brain already shown you some red flags. But you just ignored it. After denying for so long, now your feelings for him was strong and directive. You can sense it. Before the end of the graduation day you decide to confess the feelings. As you believe in ‘if you like someone, let them know how you feel for them’ philosophy.
You open the door of your living room, at your surprise a whole shirtless Yoongi was sitting at the couch watching his favourite football. His dark strands of hair was wet and a towel was hanging at his shoulders. The track pants which he was wearing was quite unrecognisable as the only thing you concentrated was on his pale smooth white skin. You can’t deny his beauty. He was unknowingly beautiful. His cheek bones, cat eyes and gummy smile. At the sound of the door he quickly trail his eyes on you.
You screamed “dress up, you naked man.”
Yoongi just rolled his eyes on you and put on his shirt and said “I’m not even naked. Haven’t you seen a shirtless man before?”
“S-sorry sir! But I’m not habituated to see a whole naked man in my house everyday.” You hesitantly exaggerated your words and sit at the corner couch.
“Then get habituated.” He said with a straight face almost focused on the sports.
You don’t seem to reply at his last words. Your eyes trail down to find your brother, who was nowhere in the house. You already figured it out again that he had gone to somewhere as most of the time he was not home when you came back from college.
“Have you seen my brother?” You asked Yoongi.
“I don’t know might me out of the home.” Yoongi said. Your inner brain was screaming that you also know that when Seokjin was not at home he was probably out of the house. You sighed at his words.
Hearing your frustrated sound, Yoongi looked at you and goes like “you can watch now, I’m good at the room.” And he get up from the couch and walked towards the room.
“hey! Yaa! Stop, you can watch. I’m not frustrated because of you. Come here.” You yelled at him.
Yoongi calmly come and sit at the exact spot. You were constantly looking at him but he say no to eye contact. With his baby eyes he was looking at the screen. The surrounding filled with the whistle of football match. You don’t know what to say to him. You were still thinking of starting a conversation but you don’t know how. But you want to ask that person beside you that why he was ignoring the hell out of you. You missed him, you accepted. Before even catching those feelings we cuts you off. You already added him in your good relationship bucket list. But he tend to follow the opposite both. Your eyes are kind of stuck at him without even realising.
Yoongi scoffs “you can stop staring. I’m feeling uncomfortable.”
His deep voice fetch you to the reality and you stumbled “umm.. i-i was just. S-sorry, can we talk?”
For the first time Yoongi’s eyes lands on you. You both made an eye contact for mili second until or unless Yoongi broke it. He goes “for what? I think I should go.”
“This is what I’m talking. Why did you just cut me off from your life, Yoongi. I mean what’s happened suddenly you stop talking to me?” You sighed.
“Is I’m not talking to you now?” Yoongi glared at you.
“You also know what I’m talking. You blocked me from every social media handles. Even you didn’t replied my texts. Why are you mad at me, Yoongi?” You said with a worried face.
“I was quite distrub from the past months. Might be because of that. We’re good.” Yoongi cleared it.
“No, we ain’t. The past months you only ignored me. I saw you attending each and every party. And you’re looking quite happy at that time” Your voice raised.
“Tell me, why you want to talk to me? Why you need me? Why you can’t resist me? Is you’re feeling for me? Do you wanna have something with me?” Yoongi screamed some unusual questions which you never thought of.
The question stuck to your head. When he asked you all this, you also questioned yourself. Why actually you want to talk to him. You realise you’re expecting something from. But it was also right your heart carries some part of love for him at that time might be now too. But the way Yoongi yelled at you, you’re expecting that.
“Min, are you okay? Is everything good? I know you and your girlfriend have a fight going on and I know how you feel. But that doesn’t mean you would shout at me like that.” You sighed.
“No, I’m not okay, y/n. I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t understand my feelings right now. My girlfriend is cheating on me at one hand and at another my feelings are growing for someone else. It feels like I’m cheating. But I ain’t a cheater, y/n.” Yoongi broke down. His deep voice mixes with some tearing emotions but he tried hard to not express.
Yoongi feels like he was the cheater because of you. The truth is he really likes you. That he can’t resist to talk to you. That whenever he saw you, he wants to wrap you around his body. Even when he have a girlfriend, you filled him with joy. Even having someone to love, he need you to be in love. You make him go crazy. But he knows it’s all wrong. That catching feelings for someone else instead of having a girlfriend is wrong. So, the best solution he found was to cut you off. Only for this reason he stopped talking to you. You feels like a complete stranger to him.
Still it didn’t work. At the times he talked to you he always stay happy and focussed but after cutting you off he seems sad most of the time. Also he feels so frustrating at times and fight with anyone and everyone he saw. That’s also a reason that after stop talking to you he and his girlfriend have fight most of the time. And after a long series of fighting and quarrelling with each other, his relationship becomes toxic as hell. He wants to scape out of the place. So, he did. But destiny have different plans, after pushing you so far. Atlast he came back at your arms only. Now, he was sitting beside you. You’re trying your best to confront him.
“Min, calm down. I’m here. I’ll not abandoned you. Tell me everything.” You quitely whispered in his ears while talking his hands on yours. His cold hands fit yours and it felt good.
“Thanks y/n. Sorry for everything I did to you. I’m the worst. I broke your heart and I also cheated on my girlfriend. Even though I know she was cheating on me since so long.” Yoongi calmly put his each word.
“No, you’re best. She’s cheating on you first. And feeling for someone else doesn’t make you cheater, Min.” You confronted him.
“You don’t understand. Right now in my life, I want somebody to hold be tight, to love me like I do and to protect me. No one in this earth loves me.” Yoongi frustrated and smack the pillow beside him.
You can’t hold how sad and frustrated he was that time. You never have seen him in like. He was broke, totally broke. You glanced at him and hugged his huge posture which was unstable. But with presence of your hugging body it get calm and the huge body turns down to small. He completely fitted between your arms. You patted his back, he didn’t argued to back off from the hug neither did he hold you back. You were just there holding him and confronting him. Seeing him like this you also got broke.
“I’m here, Yoongi. See, I’m holding you, loving you and even confronting you. Don’t even say those words. I care for you.” You said calmly still holding him in your arms like a baby.
His cologne smells like you’re in a mountain and forest. With each time going you like wrapped him around. He quietly sitting like a baby.
“Remember if the relationship is getting toxic, calls it a off. And if you like someone else and your feelings are genuine then let the person know it. Tell her that how much you feel for her. I know you will.” You geniunely said. He back off from your hug and nodded it a yes.
“And what if the person seems so close to me that knowing I like her, she’ll be surprised. And she also broke my heart.” Yoongi asked.
“I promise she’ll not. Just be brave and tell her your feelings. Not all people are heartbreaker like you.” You giggled to calm the situation down.
“You aren’t a heart break, huh?” Yoongi asked and you laughed at him.
As the atmosphere becomes a little lighter Seokjin your brother walks inside the room. Unknowingly you were around Yoongi’s arms and he was half heartedly hugging you. As your brother entered you both sit apart acting like nothing happens.
You glared at him and shouted “where were you brat?”
Seokjiin narrowed his eyes “language! You don’t need to know that. But let me tell you, for the rest of this week days you have to be alone as I’m leaving for a business trip.”
You excitedly said “really? Thank god! I’ll have my alone time now.” You love to be alone and as said you hated your nosy brother.
Seokjiin frowned “hold on girl! Don’t ever dare to think of bringing your boyfriend Jimin at this house.”
He then looked at Yoongi and goes “Min, can you please have an eye on my little sister. Don’t let her bring any boy.” Yoongi nodded but with a confusing face.
The last time your brother was not home, you bring Jimin and some of his other friends in your house. And to be honest it was a disaster. Next day your house smells like a pond of alcohol and smoking junction. Unfortunately your brother comes home at the wrong time and see all of those. He even saw how Jimin flirted with you and from then onwards he hated him.
You yelled “he isn’t my boyfriend.” But you slowly whispered to yourself “but he’ll be soon.”
“It’s better if he’s not. That boy is a dick. If you ran around him like that he surely gonna break your heart. Cut him off from your life.” Seokjiin said as packing his stuff.
“None of your buisness, brat. Have fun weekends. Me and Yoongi will also have fun.” You laughed devilishly.
Seokjiin moved all his clothes and necessary things in his suitcase and you say a bye to him. Well, sometimes you love your brother in real. But most of the time you hate him because of him being correct always. As for now, he already predicted that Jimin gonna broke your heart but you know Jimin really very well. He’s a sweetheart in your eyes who is so soft to broke anyone’s heart. This time you gonna prove your brother wrong by confessing Jimin. Your guts were telling you that your doing something right and should go on.
You two were alone in a house full of rooms. But it didn’t feel different as Yoongi entered in his room as soon as Seokjin left and you all visited your room to complete graduation studys. You were quite pressurized for the day but happy that you gonna confess to Jimin tomorrow. A perfect proposal you dreamt of . Long basketball court where you and he will be standing all alone and some butterflies kicking in your stomach.
Here Yoongi in his room ingrossed into his long fluffy blanket. His mind was full of you. He can’t stop thinking about you. All he need is you and you. His heart was playing some sort of games to go in your room and kiss your lips. When you were hugging me in the couch his eyes were constantly trailing down to your lips. He can’t resist his desire to kiss on that peach soft lips that taste like berries. He already know how you’ll taste. Your fragrance, soft skin, long finger, smooth hairs drives him crazy. It’s not like he was attracted to you for the first time . Whenever you come nearer to him, he can sense his hormones bobbing out of his nerves. He liked you, he knows. The only thing that stopping him was his bothered self. He wasn’t sure if you also feel the same, but he knows you feel the exact same. Without resisting his desires he got straight up from the bed and walk up to yours.
You were strolling down your eyes within the gigantic piles of pages right before you. He peep through the door to see your face. Your hair strands lacking his view and your frustrated face increases his rage. He liked you, he can’t see you like this. He does a sigh sound closing his eyes, which shifted your attention. You were no longer interested in your books but the person peeping you through the door interests you more.
You calmly open the door and whispered in his hear “do you need something, Yoongi?”
He got shuttered to your cat voice and stumbled “umm.. y-no. Actually you look so frustrated!”
You does a small laugh and said “graduation studies! It’s frustrating.”
He nodded his head looking at the floor and then said “if you’re okay, then we can watch some movies?”
You frowned your eyes in a playful manner “i can’t say no to you but -”
Yoongi intreuppted you “no buts. Living room in 10.” He turned to his room.
You chuckled on his cuteness. Well, if Jimin didn’t entered your life then Yoongi have been the one you would die on. You liked him from the every first of your college days. You haven’t met anyone as calm and as loyal as him. But presence of his girlfriend broke you down. You don’t want to interfere in his relationship. But as for now, he was in a verge of breaking up with his girlfriend. If you still have that active Yoongi loving bone in your body then you would have said everything to him. But fate have different plans.
The couch was cozy, the room was dark with various beam of light from television echoes. Freash buttery popcorn lined by your side. You were half lying on the couch beside Yoongi who was calmly looking at the movie you choosed. For sure you have your own romantic taste in movies. And he can’t say no to you. You were stealing some glance of him in the name of watching movie. He’s ethereal. You again felt the same butterflies when you used to talk to him. Again the feelings were kicking your stomach. You are liking it. Your sudden urge to touch him filled your heart but your mind keep debating about Jimin.
“Yoongi!” Your soft voice echoes the background.
He looked at you but his eyes were on your peack lips “umm…?”
“Are you liking this movie? If not then we can change it.” You hesitantly said.
“Loving it so far. Romance is never my thing but you made it mine now.” Yoongi softly chuckled again stick his eyes to the screen. But the one thing you don’t know that his focus never shifted from you. He also sees how badly you want him but no one makes a move.
“Can you pass me the blanket, Min?” You again grapped his attention. He gently took the blanket and cover your legs and torso. You both were just centimetres away. You shifted a little close to him to feel the heat. He smiled at you.
“Thanks, Min. You want the blanket?” You asked nervously. Without any hesitation he unfold the whole blanket and cover both you. You gently smiled at him. There was a big silence echoing your heart. You want to make the move to kiss him, to touch him and to play with his hairs. And that was when stopped when you actually did while there was a kissing scene going on .
You gently grapped his thighs and rubbed it slowly. “It’s cold here.” You slowly yet seductively said.
“Umm! Yes!” He nodded and pressed his cold hands on your bare legs. He also does the same thing you did.
But soon his hands trail upward inside from your loose shorts. He’s circling inside your inner things. His finger nails form a line in your inner thigh. You were loving that feeling. As soon as you put your hands out of his thighs, he makes a unsatisfied sound.
“Umm?” You looked at him innocently with a devilish thought. Both of your eyes met at once.
“Can I kiss you?” You hesitantly asked.
As soon as you ended the sentence his lips are already on your neck. This smooth lips does a great job in your bare neck area. He was gently kissing , devilishly sucking and you were pleasantly moaning his name. He kissed your collar bone and your pale skin turns to violet in seconds. He pressed you in the couch and lean over you. But you want his lips on yours.
The moment was made for Yoongi, he slowly takes his time to respond each and every moans of your. His lips were playing with your skin. Happily sucking each corner of your neck. Soon the realisation stuck him and he was now concentrating on your lips. Took a few times to glance at your lips while massaging your hair with one hand. He pressed his lips on your sharp jaw line. You were enjoying ever bit of it.
'Jimin’ this name echoed in your brain. That few minutes you can’t proceed, before you it was Yoongi but your heart his on Jimin’s hand. You can’t betray him like this. You have a deep feeling for him. You thought you were doing wrong, it was wrong. You can’t sleep with anyone like this. The realisation make you push Yoongi so hard.
He was at a verge of kissing your lips but the sudden push was unexpected for him. He got shuttered and hold the other side of the couch. He looks at you in a awe. You were looking at him in a deep guilt. Your face was telling you that it was wrong.
“What’s happened?” Yoongi innocently asked and came forward to you.
“Don’t touch me! It’s wrong.” You yelled at him as you run towards your room.
You heard him shout at you for what’s the matter or why you suddenly reacted like that as you’re the one you wanted all of this. But blaming and treating him like that, he felt so miserable. He realised that you ain’t the random hook up for only one night but he carries deep feeling for you. He should be sorry, he was wrong he accepted. But reacting like that was so astonishing for him.
Yoongi pushed your door and shouted for you. But there you were lying senselessly at your bed. Your face was pale and heart with a heavy weigh of guilt. You shouldn’t act like a kid. You wanted all of that, you started it and not him. You were wrong, but you haven’t the courage to tell him why you did that to him. Maybe tomorrow, you can tell him that Jimin was all over your head that time.
“Yoongi, can I explain this to you tomorrow. Please, leave me alone.” You yelled at him across the door.
Yoongi sighed “sure, I also have something to explain you. I can wait.” And he sadly walked at his room.
The whole night Yoongi’s mind keep on thinking about you. He can’t any more relay his feelings to himself. He needs to tell you what he feels for you. That he don’t think you as a one time hook up but a forever home. He decides to tell you his genuine feelings tomorrow as soon as you’re good to talk to him.
Tomorrow arrives, your guilt was eaten you up badly. Without wasting your time you walked to Yoongi’s room. You already prepared your words what you will tell him. That you like Jimin and that you can’t break his trust. Also you should be sorry for the last night because you make a move first but you were also the same person who weirdly ran off without saying anything.
“Yoongi! Can we talk?” You said glancing at the floor that shows you felt guilty.
He was still on his bed half asleep, in his rapsy voice “are you okay?”
“Y-ye.. n-no. I’m not. I really felt so bad for last night.” You stumbled.
“It’s completely okay. Consent is more important than anything. But -” Yoongi got intreuppted by you.
“No, I want to do. I mean I’m sorry. There is a reason why I didn’t want to have anything now with you.” You slowly mumbled.
“I understand. I’m good, don’t worry.” Yoongi yawned. You felt everything goes back that it use to and you left for your college. But the midway of his room Yoongi called you again.
“Excuse me, if you’re not in a hurry can I tell you something?” Yoongi was no more a half dead human but his tone shifted to seriousness.
“Sure, anything important?”
“Well, let’s have a sit. It’s important for me.” You sat at the edge of his bed.
“Oh! You okay?”
“Something is really eating me up, I don’t know how to tell you but I think I really feel attached to you. You does feel home. Always I think about you. You keep buzzing inside my head. I feel for you… Deeply.” Yoongi patiencely confronted everything. His eyes were glancing at your bracelet as he is bad at making eye contact.
Your eyes were no longer want to hide but you without blinking looked at his pale fluffy face. He like you, he mean he really feel for you, in real. The topsy turvey land appears infront of you. Just right now, you were going to confront to Jimin about his feelings and before that someone else did to you. The heart inside knows that Yoongi never jokes around, he say what he feels. But he still didn’t broke up with his girlfriend and what about those days when he completely cuts you off. You remembered all of this.
“Oh! I-i … Are you serious? You never even want to talk to me. You ignored me, remember?” You ranted angrily.
“Yes, I do ignore you but you know what’s the reason? I feel attracted to you, I can’t resist to talk to you, I always think about you and your little things hurts me easily. But I don’t want to cheat on my ex girlfriend so I simply say a goodbye. Though after all these months you can see where I’m!” Yoongi put over his point nonchalantly.
“Ah! Yoongi? You did all these because of some unfelt feelings! At last you need to tell me. But this is too late. I already feel for someone else.” You nervously ended your words.
“I understand but don’t you also feel the same way at some point? Don’t you also feel attracted towards me?” He passionately glance at you, his high voice pitch echoes all through his room.
“What if I used to do? Now, things are changed.” You screamed.
“Nothing changed. You still have feelings for me. Or else you would not want to fuck me!” The total atmosphere shifted into a peeaceful procession. Yoongi ranted the words which are harsh and real. You do feel the same way he does, but what about Jimin. God have a sinful duty to only designated single soulmate to oneself. You feel for true and you ain’t a traitor.
“Don’t you also? What are you doing at your so called friends house cause your girlfriend kick you out. And middle of your break up you’re hitting on your friend’s sister. Also trying your level best to make her fall for you.” You calmly stated. But your neurons are burning inside.
“And she’s falling for me? Isn’t she?” Yoongi in the heat of the debate flirtatiously walked up to you.
“Yes, she did. But I know I’m not a traitor like you. Now fuck off. Also today I’m gonna confess to Jimin. Pray that he also likes me. Now, good bye.” You pushed Yoongi out of your sight and walk up to the main door.
“May Jimin and you never meet again.” Yoongi chuckled at his words. You only rolled your eyes and left for college.
Fall of the darkness after a heavy heart break take lots of sadness. That numb cold weather with a wreaking heart gives shivering pain in your wholesome heart. You didn’t expected that, you never thought that but initially it happened. He said the most cruel words you never even thought he would know. You cried for the last time he did said 'goodbye’ not with a smiling innocent face but with a smug showing he played with your feelings. The words ’ I’d never even thought of you around my arms’ was spitted by Jimin. He betrayed you. But the last line stuck to your soul 'do you think I would let you suck my dick, y/n? Haven’t you seen yourself! You’re a pity. Go find someone else to do this shit. Good bye’ and he smirkingly ended your beautiful and hopefull day.
You cried under the dark and cold rainy evening. You just want to ran into your bed and cried for hours that you’re wrong. The heavy rain drenched all your clothes and you. Without waiting for the bus you walked down all the street still numb and overthinking in your head. No one loves you right now, whom do you want to live for? Under the nature’s water your own tears vanished.
It take no time to measure your home distance. You shut the door so loudly that you also got out of those painful thought. You are broke, your heart is. The pain has no bounds. The drenched clothes can’t match your drenched soul. Already the winter rain is eating you up but you need more coldness to be out of this burning world. You cried loudly sitting at the couch. Hearing you Suga came and look a glance at you. He didn’t said anything, just standing there quietly like observing your intentions. You felt his glance, you looked at his pale face with your small eyes. You wanted him to ask you about the pain you’re feeling, about the situation you’re in and about everything which breaks your heart. But you don’t why your heart beating and wanting him to console you. You aren’t about this side of yours. Your feelings are confused more than numb.
’ Aren’t you gonna ask me anything?’ you screamed in your teary voice.
Suga smiled ’ umm! I can see the rejection on your face.’
'shut the hell up. Everything happens because of you. I - I’ you screamed but the ending of your sentences vanished on your heavy crying voice.
Suga walk up to you and sit beside you ’ I understand everything. No need to cry this happens with everyone.’
’ Suga, if you don’t know how to console someone then it best to shut your pity mouth.’ you aggressively pushed him away.
’ Wow girl, is it so? In the morning you also broke my heart in the same way. You don’t know how much I care for you, how much I need you now. But you! You just spit some cruel words and not even regretting. This is how you feel when someone broke your heart.’ Suga bashed on you.
You look dumbfound. You’re processing everything he said but you realized he ain’t right. You need to correct him. 'Why’d you came in my life? Huh! I was so happy without talking to you after you stop talking. I do have feelings for you and you clearly know each and everything. You broke my heart first. And again when I’m finally good with a boy, you came back. You don’t know how much you broke my feelings internally from a long time. And you’re giving me this fucking reason?’ you finished and ran to your room and lock yourself under the cold shower.
Suga just for a whole minute hear your words again. He can’t processed that you liked him before even he does. And the fact that you still have feelings for him. His heart got flutter and a pound of sadness hugs his heart. He felt guilty of treating you like that. But he no more wants to be a heartbreaker. He wants to prove you that he loves you, a lot. And want to promise you that he ain’t like those flirty brat to goof around. He’s the sky of your earth that’s permanent and no one else is allowed here.
He ran towards your room and screamed at the top of his lungs when he can’t see you there 'y/n, I’m sorry!’ You heard his voice but weeped under the shower. Your voice is enough to know where are you. He opened the door of the wash room and saw you under the shower with all your drenched clothes.
'Y/n, what’s wrong? You will get cold.’ he softly said and came towards the shower the knob.
'just get out, Suga. Leave me alone.’ you screamed.
'calm down, let me turn the shower off.’ he said softly as he lean towards you to turn it off.
You pushed him ’ can’t you hear me, leave me alone .You brat!’
Suga tilt a little but he pushed you against the shower wall and pinned you down “shut up. I told you I’m here for you.’ he said in his low cold voice which spend shiver down your spine. You both got drenched in that cold water. The shower is still on and you’re numb by Suga’s dominance.
You look at his fierce eyes and broke down 'I-I am hurt. I don’t want anything.’ He still pinned you down the wall.
He said 'You want me. Don’t you?’ and looked in your eyes.
You’re feelings are peeping out and you can’t withstand the man before you. The gorgeous, tall and broke man said enough to console your feelings. Your eyes can’t resist those plum lips to kiss on. He’s unknowingly hot and you accepted it. You tiptoed and kissed him while your tears are still all over your face.
Suga is deep down kissing you and your whole sad soul. You loved it, you geniunely did. The kiss was intense and passionate. His hands trail down to your head and lean you more to have a perfect kiss which he was imagining for years. Out of breath you broke the kiss and sighed. He himself lean down and put both of your forward together. You both heavily breathed and smiled at each other.
"Thanks.” Suga calmly said.
You look at him with love in your eyes and “I’m not stopping with just a kiss. I’d been thinking about this for over years. Now, that you’re here, I can’t leave you. Just tell me you also carry that deep feelings for me.”
He paused for a moment and complete silence surronds that freezing cold shower leaving you both a hot mess. You again think about doing something nonsense.
Suga take a deep breath “ Y/n, I feel you’re the one I have been loosing for years because you were always there for me to find you. But I never took initiative to find you. Please I really do li- like you. Do-dont ever leave me.”
He stutters and hugged you so hard. The moment filled you with joy but often reality strikes everyone so hard. Under the shower, two humans both in love with eachother having a special moment yet the bang in door wakes both of you up.
Suga hesitantly look outside the shower door to look if anyone was there but again doorbell rang and to both of your surprises, it’s Seokjin.
You are still figuring out if telling your brother about you and Suga is a good option.
→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.
→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.
: extremely long update?? yes. super messy?? also yes. yoongi is the sweetest?? definitely. sorry it’s sooo long oof but i wanted all of that to happen in one update hehe also,,, tae?? nowhere to be seenALSO TO THOSE WHO WANTED HER TO SEND THE MESSAGE SORRY BUT SHE DID NOT SEND IT !!!!!
→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.
; after a thousand years i am back… and i bring drama with me i hope you’re still here to read it ilysm
→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.
: soooo they confessed… they’re going on a date what do we think?
→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.
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genre/warnings: fluff, f2l (well almost), smut, oral sex f receiving, fingering, a bit of marking, some dirty talk but it’s minimal, cursing, pleading (?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), they finally realize how in love they are with each other
You looked out of Yoongi’s window, the Seoul skyline at night being the prettiest sight you had ever seen in your life. Now you could see how he would always spend hours and hours locked up in this small room, the view being better here than in the rest of his apartment; who wouldn’t get inspired by the clear skies and tall buildings outside of the big windows?
Your whole body felt warm as you brought the wine glass up to your lips, drinking the last few drops of the white wine before soft footsteps made you turn around in the chair you were sitting on, small smile forming on your face at the man standing in front of you a contrast to the slight frown taking over his features once he lifted up the bottle and realised it was empty.
“I drank what was left.” You simply said, his dark orbs focusing on your face and then on the empty glass you left on the table.
He pouted. “After this whole surprise… you couldn’t save me at least one sip of your wine?” You only sent him a sheepish smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m joking, angel, you can drink all my wine if you want.” He chuckled, now focusing on clearing out the table, piling all the plates on top of each other carefully.
“Don’t tempt me, Min Yoongi.” You joked, quickly standing up and reaching for the tower of plates in between his hands. “Let me help you.”
“But it’s your birthday.” He protested, pushing your hands away and grabbing them himself, already turning to head towards the kitchen, you following close behind with the glasses and empty bottle.
“But you already did this for me, let me clean up at least.” You protested back, but it sounded more like a whine so he just chuckled. “And technically it’s not my birthday anymore,” you pointed out, “It’s past midnight.”
“That’s nonsense.” He shrugged you off, placing the plates in the sink and turning on the water. “It’s your birthday until you go to sleep and wake up again.”
“Now that’s nonsense.” You laughed at his words, placing the glasses inside the sink. “You can’t spoil me like this, I might get used to it.” You joked, leaning against the kitchen island, his back turned towards you.
“Meh,” He shrugged again. “I don’t mind, as long as I’m the one doing it.” You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully even though he couldn’t see you do it, a big grin taking over your features as you watched him do the dishes.
Your eyes roamed up and down his back, seeing how his black knit sweater showed off his back muscles more than his usual hoodies and noticing that he also switched his joggers for some light wash jeans, the baggy material making his legs look longer. You couldn’t help but feel giddy inside at the thought that he had dressed up just to surprise you.
You really didn’t expect him to do anything tonight, especially after the huge breakfast he had cooked for you that morning, so it really came as a surprise when after the facetime call with your friends he walked you to his studio, blindfolded and all, and surprised you with a cake, pizza and your favorite brand of white wine. You probably would’ve cried at the scene if it weren’t for how utterly shocked you were at the sweet gesture and for his gummy smile and cat-like eyes looking expectantly at you as he watched you take everything in. He had already told you he had a surprise for you earlier, but when you read his text you would have never guessed it was a whole surprise dinner that he had set up.
Never in your twenty four- well, now twenty five- years of life had you felt like this on your birthday. Sure people had surprised you with things you really wanted before, like when two years ago the boys surprised you by getting your family to come to Seoul for a fancy dinner party at this big name restaurant you had wanted to go to. Or when Taehyung and Jimin got sold out tickets to see your favorite artist that had a concert on the night of your birthday, and you felt immensely happy then, but this time it felt different. You felt so special, so loved. It wasn’t a grand gesture that everyone awed at, it wasn’t an expensive gift, and you were ninety five percent sure none of your friends knew about his plans to surprise you (mainly because you knew they would’ve spilled the secret at some point had they known about it.)
This was something he did just for you. Not because people expected him to do something or because he wanted to show off, he did it because he wanted you to have a nice birthday, he wanted you to feel special. He wanted you to see how much you mean to him.
And you soon realized that it was very common for Yoongi to make you feel like that. Probably it was the way he spoke to you, always so lovingly and softly. Or the way he always listened to you whether it’s about the stupidest, dumbest topic to whatever’s been troubling you. Perhaps it was the way he held you, always so tenderly and close to him like you might slip away at any moment. Or maybe it was just him.
Maybe you felt like that because it was Yoongi, the man that had your heart swelling with warmth at the sight of his gummy smile. The man that was always there for you no matter how busy or tired he was. The man that always makes you laugh the hardest even on your worst days.
Shaking your head softly to get back to reality, you pushed yourself off the counter and walked a few steps towards him, arms wrapping around his waist and cheek squeezing against his back before you spoke. “Thank you for making my birthday so special.” You said softly, voiced a bit muffled by his clothes but loud enough for him to hear.
He tensed when he felt you pressed against his back, the plate in his hands almost slipping as he felt you hug his waist a bit tighter as you spoke, your words making him melt inside and visibly relax his muscles. “It’s nothing.” He said and you could hear the smile playing on his lips. “I actually wanted to do something fancier,” He sighed, remembering his previous plan. “But I couldn’t exactly cook a surprise meal without you noticing and I realized that a bit too late, so the best thing I could get was delivery pizza.”
“Pizza is fancy!” You protested, making him chuckle and shake his head. “It was perfect like this, Yoon.” You assured him, cheek going back to rest against his back. “I loved it.”
He hummed as a response, going to turn off the faucet before he turned around in your hold, the action making your arms around him loosen so you opted for just placing the palms of your hands on his hips, making enough space between you so you could properly look up at him.
“I’m glad you did.” He smiled softly down at you, wet hands coming up to cup your face, the coldness of them making you scrunch your nose. “I just wanted you to have a nice birthday.”
“It was more than nice.” You smiled, cheeks spilling over his fingers cutely as he squeezed them a bit, eliciting a soft whine from you that made him laugh.
“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Your smile grew wider at his words, the way his eyes travelled down your face to focus on your lips not going unnoticed by you.
Your eyes met once again, and your breath hitched when he looked back at your lips, pads of his thumbs drawing random shapes on the apples of your cheek. Your fingers softly squeezed his hips in an attempt to get him closer to you and your heart filled with warm anticipation when he took the tiniest step closer to you, your bodies now so close together you could feel his chest rise and fall against yours with each breath he took.
“Yoongi.” You whispered, he had to force himself to look away from your lips so he could meet your eyes, unconsciously leaning closer in the process. “Kiss me.” you said, barely audible as your eyes fluttered shut.
His hands slid down and rested against the side of your neck, fingertips pushing into the back of it so he could bring your face closer to his, a soft smile playing on his lips as his eyes ran over your soft features one last time. He found it cute how your eyelashes graced the slightly darker skin under your eyes and he couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the tip of your button nose, and what he found the most endearing were your lips, chapped and slightly parted as they waited for his to rest against them.
Your hands squeezed his hips in anticipation as you felt him inch closer and closer until his lips finally met yours, your small sigh being swallowed by him as your lips moved in tandem with one another, his pillowy soft lips a contrast to your chapped ones.
Your heart soared with love, the warmth you had felt all night thanks to his gesture coursing through every single part of your body now that he was as close to you as you wanted him to be, and somehow that still wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer. You didn’t want to know where you ended and he started, you wanted to feel him as close to you as possible.
Your hands slid up his torso, all the way from his sides and chest to reach their final destination at the back of his neck, fingers playing with the longish hair at the back of his neck as you pulled away from each other, matching smiles first thing you see when you opened your eyes.
“Angel,” he called softly, smile never leaving his face as you tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to continue with a hum, “can I kiss you again?”
You chuckled at his silly question because of course you wanted him to kiss you again, in fact you couldn’t wait for him to do it so instead of answering, you went on your tippy toes and pressed your lips against him again, harder than before and he couldn’t help but groan in surprise.
His tongue ran along your bottom lip, shyly asking for permission to enter your mouth which you eagerly granted, fingers now running through his hair and making a mess out of it. He gently pushed your body back until your back hit the kitchen counter, kiss getting hungrier by the minute and his arms now caging you between the counter and himself. It didn’t take long for his large hands to wrap around your thighs, swiftly lifting you up and onto the counter, the cold marble against your warm skin making goosebumps appear on your legs which Yoongi just had to caress, going from your knees until the hem of your gym shorts and back a few times before he placed his hands on the low of your back, placing his body between your legs as he deepened the kiss once again.
You caged his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling back and only letting it go when you heard him groan and felt his hands squeeze the flesh of your hips, a proud smile forming on your face at his reaction. Instead of going back to kissing you, he kissed down your jaw until he was leaving wet kisses on your neck, the way his lips suckled on your sensitive skin making the fire in the pit of your stomach to intensify.
“Fuck.” You whispered when he grazed his teeth against your sweet spot, right at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
Your legs hooked around his torso, feet hooking at his back to try and bring him closer and get some kind of friction where you needed it most, which had him smiling and going back to your lips. His hands sneaked under your big knitted sweater, fingers exploring the new land of exposed skin as you arched your back into his touch.
You pulled away from him, hands coming up to cup his face as you tried to catch your breath, and before speaking you wet your lips, his fingers ghosting the fabric of your bralette too distracting for you to speak. “Yoongi…” You managed to say, but the rest of your sentence got lost on the way out when two of his fingers slid under the fabric. He hummed to encourage you to continue, a small smirk on his lips at how he had you. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, forehead against his before you spoke again in a whisper. “I want you.”
His heart did a leap at your words, warmth rushing to every nerve ending in his body, thumb and index fingers coming to your chin as he spoke. “Look at me.” He whispered, waiting for you to open your eyes before speaking. “You have me,” He confessed, deeper meaning hidden in those simple three words. “I’m all yours, angel.” His eyes held nothing but truth and love as he spoke to you, and you couldn’t help but kiss him softly right then trying to tell him that you were his as well.
Because the truth is, you were his. Every fibre of your being was his, and you now knew nothing or anyone would change that anytime soon. You had never felt for anyone what you felt for Yoongi, and it was a bit shocking to think that because you thought you had loved before, but those times felt nothing like this. You used to think that love was needing to be around someone all the time because you were nothing without them, wanting to be their everything no matter what they took away from you. You thought love was giving away everything you had and more just so they could feel loved and not expect anything back.
Oh, how wrong you were to think love was supposed to feel like that.
You could see it clearly now;feel it. Love was supposed to make you feel free, wanted. Make you feel like you could do anything in the world, not because you knew they would be next to you through it all, but because if anything ever went wrong you could fall back on them and have them remind you that you can try again. Love was supposed to make you want to give someone the best of you, knowing that they will do the same. It was wanting to be close to someone because you knew they made you a better version of yourself.
Love was supposed to feel like how he made you feel, warm.
“I’m yours, Yoongi.” You whispered against his lips, his heart racing at the implication your words held.
You pressed your lips against his again, kissing him softly as you gathered the material of his sweater between your small fingers, lifting it up and breaking the kiss to take it off from him and throwing it somewhere on the kitchen floor. Lips chasing his, you let out a soft whine when he broke the kiss again, this time taking off the white shirt he had been left with, soft skin now uncovered for you eyes and fingers to discover.
As soon as his shirt joined his sweater on the floor, his hands were back under yours and against your skin spreading over your ribs as he tried to touch as much of you as possible while pulling your body closer to him. Your hands roamed his naked back, mind going hazy at the feeling of his muscles flexing under your fingertips at his every move.
When you both parted to catch your breaths he wasted no time in taking off your sweater, his eyes instantly dropping to your lace covered chest as his tongue ran along his lips at the sight, and you never thought he could get any hotter. He leaned down and started kissing your collarbone, plump lips leaving pretty red and purple marks on his way down to the valley of your breasts as his large hands started softly massaging your breasts, a loud moan escaping past your lips.
Your hands tangled in his hair once again, pulling on it to get him to come back up to kiss you, the groan that came from his throat going straight to your core. His fingers travelled up your back towards the hook of your bralette, swiftly undoing it as he bit your lip.
“You’re so pretty, angel.” He whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your shoulder before he stepped back, admiring the now exposed skin of your chest as his hands rested against your hips, fingertips playing with the hem of your shorts. “So, so pretty.” He repeated, hands sliding down your sides and resting against the top of your thighs, and you instantly opened them a bit more, a chuckle leaving his lips as he looked down at them. “Is that where you want me?”
You only nodded at him, too captivated by the way his hungry eyes were focused on his fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts and towards your inner thighs to even form a proper answer to his question. When he didn’t get one though, his hands stopped their movements and he looked up at you, dark orbs burning into yours and making you swallow hard.
Not once breaking eye contact, one of your small hands went to rest on top of his and pulled it closer and closer until it was right over your core, his fingers quickly accommodating to press against it, your eyelids fluttering shut at the light contact. “Please.”
He could feel himself twitch in his jeans at your action, at your soft plea. He couldn’t believe he had someone as hot and beautiful as you like this, eagerly waiting for him to touch them. He wasted no time in untangling your legs from his torso and pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, a small gasp leaving you at the unexpected movement, but he quickly swallowed it when he put his mouth on yours, messy kiss distracting you from the way he hooked his fingers to the hem of your shorts and pulled them down along with your panties, one of his arms going to wrap around your waist to lift you up and take them off of you the cold surface against your ass and center making you hiss into his lips, teeth going to softly bite at his lip in response.
He groaned into your lips, pushing your body off of his so he could trail his kisses down your jaw and to your neck, then lower to the valley of your breast until his lips wrapped around of of your hardened buds, the feeling of his wet tongue against your sensitive nipple enough to make you arch your back into him. His right hand landed on your other breast, fingers rolling the neglected nipple between them and adding to the pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach.
“Yoongi…” Your moan of his name had his eyes looking up at you without detaching himself from your nipple, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the way soft pants left your swollen parted lips as you had your eyes screwed shut.
Your fingers were running through his dark hair, tugging on it with every flick of his tongue and you only stopped when your hand fell to his shoulder as he stood up, your eyes shooting open to look at him at the loss of contact, your body already missing his lips against your skin. He kissed your lips for a few seconds before he leaned down again, kissing against your stomach and all the way down to your thighs, where he stopped to look up at you, eyes wordlessly asking you for permission before he continued with his ministrations.
His hands were gently massaging your muscles as he waited for your answer patiently, and god your heart couldn’t get any bigger with adoration for the man between your legs. You can’t remember the last time someone had stopped and waited for your confirmation before continuing doing things to you and it was fucking hot. Of course all of your last partners had asked you for consent, but no one had been as considerate and soft as Min Yoongi, and you couldn’t help but look at him as if he had hung up the stars and moon in the sky at that moment.
Fingers softly caressing his cheek and jaw, dark orbs looking up to meet your own, you nodded. He matched your movement and kissed the inside of your thighs, two soft kisses on each one before grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his shoulder so he could get a clear view of your glistening sex, precum spilling out of his tip and staining his lightwash jeans at the sight.
“God, you’re so wet.” He whispered, his hot breath against your heat making shivers run up and down your spine. He then brought two long fingers towards your folds, shaping them like a ‘v’ so he could spread them open before dropping his head down and leaving a delicate kiss against your clit, making your legs twitch and try to close, but he pushed them back open with his free hand.
His lips wasted no time in wrapping around the bundle of nerves, sucking on it like a man starved and leaving you a moaning mess under him. His hand left your leg and travelled to right under where his mouth was, a gasp leaving your lips at the feeling of one of his fingers teasing your entrance. Your body shuddered as one of his fingers entered you, the digit sliding right in with how wet you were.
“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, hand flying to the back of Yoongi’s head to ground yourself as he started pumping his finger in and out of you at a sinful pace. He added a second one and you threw your head back, the curling of his fingers touching that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars and your toes curling, the fire in the pit of your stomach spreading to the rest of your body and you could just feel how close you already were. “Yoongi, please.”
Your desperate moan had him groaning into your skin, the vibrations of the guttural sound he made only adding to your pleasure and your fingers pulled on his hair, the light sting on his scalp making his pace pick up, fingers curling inside you with every thrust making your mind go crazy at your approaching orgasm. His eyes looked up at you, cock twitching in his jeans at your head thrown back in pleasure he was giving you. He could tell you were close, he could tell that you were about to go over the edge, so he sucked on your clit harder, teeth lightly grazing it in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head every now and again. He wanted to make you cum, he wanted to be the one to give you such intense pleasure that you couldn’t help but scream his name. He wanted to be the only one to ever make you feel this good. He wanted to be the only one who got to taste how sweet you are, the one to drink every single drop of your release before kissing you and making you his. He wanted to be the one for you, forever.
Or at least as long as you let him.
“Cum for me, angel.” He said against your clit, and your eyes screwed shut as his simple words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you in beautiful and strong waves that had your whole body tensing as your mouth released a loud cry of his name over and over again.
Yoongi continued fingering you through your release, helping you ride each wave with ease as he licked and swallowed your juices eagerly, not wasting one drop of it. Overstimulation was quickly settling in, especially whenever his tongue ran over your abused bundle of nerves, and soon you were pushing his head off of you and closing your legs against his torso as he stood up straight. He watched you try to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly in an attempt to get more oxygen into your lungs.
“I know I told you this like a hundred times already,” he started, mouth glistening with the release he didn’t care to clean off and fingers coming to fix the hair that was sticking to your forehead. “But you look really fucking pretty right now.” The smile that appeared on your face was enough to have him falling for you all over again.
Because being completely honest, there was no way that he could even lie to himself and say that he hadn’t fallen for you already when you were the only person he thought about all day, every day. He didn’t actually know when he had fallen for you, and to be fair he didn’t really care, he just knew that he had and he knew he wanted to be yours.
He wholeheartedly thought he would never feel for someone else the way he feels for you. Who else was going to make him feel warm all over just by hearing them say his name? Who else was going to make him want to give them the whole universe and more just so he could see them smile? Who else was going to make him feel on top of the world just by silently being wrapped up in their arms? Yoongi was sure there would never be someone else like you. So he kissed you, softly and with meaning, trying to tell you that he thought you were it for him. Trying to make you see that he was yours, even if you weren’t his; even if at the end of the day you were someone else’s.
“Yoon.” You whispered against his lips, he only hummed in response, too drunk off your taste to form a proper sentence. “Fuck me, please.”
He almost choked on his own spit, your request taking him by surprise, especially because you asked so softly and innocently that if he hadn’t heard the words correctly he would just assume you had asked him to cuddle. The hair at the back of his neck stood at the thought of being inside you, and his cock was fighting against the restraint of his jeans.
“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath when he felt your tiny hands against his buckle, playing around with it before pulling him closer by it. “Angel, you really are out of this world.” He groaned as you unbuckled it, fingers quickly going to the button of his jeans next. “Eager, aren’t we?” He teased, making you look up at him and pout, a small chuckle leaving his lips before he pecked yours.
“I just want you.” You pout again. Once again you had him twitching in his pants, god the hold you had on him was unbelievable.
“I want you too.” He said honestly, making you smile. “Just not here.” He looked around the kitchen and you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Hold on.” He warned you, but it wasn’t enough for you to register what he was going to do next.
You let out a loud squeal when he lifted you up, your legs quickly wrapping around his torso and your arms around your neck as he started walking towards his bedroom, loud laughs being shared at your reaction.
He quickly opened the door to his bedroom, the lack of one arm around your body making you slide down a bit and you cling onto him harder making him quickly wrap his arm around your body again, securing it before kicking the door shut and walking towards his bed. Only when your back was safely pressed against the mattress did you let go of him, only enough so you could look at him properly though, a playful smile on your lips as you spoke.
“You know my legs work perfectly fine, right?” You chuckled, hands locked together at the back of his neck. “I could’ve walked myself to your room.”
He shook his head, hips pressing against yours to get some kind of friction against his cock, a slight groan coming from him at the action before he spoke with a smirk. “And where’s the romance in that?”
You beamed at him, head shaking in amusement as you lifted yourself on your elbows so you could press your lips against his. His hips started softly rocking against yours, the material of his jeans rough against your naked skin had you already gushing, leaving a clear damp spot on the fabric.
One of your legs wrapped around his torso, pushing him closer to you and you could just feel the outline of his dick pressing between your legs. Not once breaking the kiss, your hands found their way all the way down his chest and to the zipper of his jeans, quickly undoing it and trying to pull them down. With a soft bite on your lower lip, one of his hands joined your, helping you until both his pants and boxers were pooling around his knees. As your hands lightly wrapped around his member, he kicked the garments off of him, a hiss leaving his lips when you gave it an experimental squeeze.
Your hand slid up and down his dick slowly, enjoying the way his head had found place in the crook of your neck so you could hear every single sound of pleasure that came out of his pretty lips. You couldn’t help but feel proud at the way he was groaning and breathing heavily into your neck, because you were making him feel that good with just your hands.
“Shit, baby.” He moaned, your walls clenching around nothing at the pet name.
You looked down between your bodies as you pumped him with your hand a few more times before running his cockhead between your wet folds, you both moaning at your sexes finally coming into contact with each other. Your still sensitive clit was quickly sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and it only intensified when his tip teased your entrance, his hand going to replace your around his cock as he repeatedly pushed it in and out of you teasingly.
You whined, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill you up. “P-please.” He gave into your pleading and slowly pushed his cock inside you, your back arching off the mattress at the stretch. “Fuck.” You cried, nails leaving soft crescent moon shapes on Yoongi’s shoulder blades as he moved the tiniest bit, trying to get you accustomed to his size.
“Shit, you’re tight angel.” He said through gritted teeth, head falling to your shoulder as he fought his hardest against the urge to start thrusting into you.
It only took a few more moments for the slight pain to subside and the amazing pleasure to start, you moved your hips a bit, encouraging him to slide further inside your pussy as both your legs wrapped around his torso, allowing him to hit the most delicious spots within you.
Yoongi quickly set up an unforgiving pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you with every single thrust. His lips were kissing up and down the column of your neck, sucking and nibbling on it until it was full of pretty red and purple marks.
You were seeing start by that point, the way he was ramming into you and the fact that you had already climaxed once before had your second orgasm approaching rapidly. Your nails slid down his back, digging into his skin as he fucked you, earning a guttural groan from him and you were sure the skin under your hands was a deep shade of red.
“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard, angel.” He moaned, the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing him time and time again making his thrusts get closer and closer together. “Are you close, baby? Is that it?” He asked you, and you didn’t have to answer for him to know that you were, the way your eyes were rolling into the back of your head and your incoherent words a tell tale sign of it.
You tried your hardest to ground yourself, hands coming to cup his cheeks and forcing him to look at you as you tried to speak. “K-kiss me.” You moaned loudly, eyes closing due to a particular hard thrust before opening them again. “Wanna c-cum kissing y-you.”
He almost came then and there at your words, hips visibly faltering in their movements as he leaned down to fulfill his angel’s request to kiss him. He slowed down noticeably, opting for deeper thrusts that matched the slow kiss and that had your toes curling and hands gripping his forearms.
“Cum for me, angel.” He said against your lips with a particular har thrust, the moan you let out being swallowed by him as he started kissing you again “Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”
It only took a couple more deep thrusts for you to finally let go, the fire in the pit of your stomach spreading through your whole body and towards every single nerve ending in it, making it pulse and shake as your orgasm hit you. Your walls were clenching uncontrollably around Yoongi, back arching off the bed and into his chest as he continued thrusting into you to chase his own release, thrusts becoming sloppy as your moans of his name made him finally reach his orgasm, sliding as far into you as he could as his cock twitched inside you, rope after rope painting your velvet walls in his cum.
Only when both of you had come down from your highs did he break the kiss, eyes fluttering open to look at you, messy hair sticking to your forehead. He kissed one of your cheeks as he waited for you to open your eyes, then the other one and finally he pecked your lips, your eyes meeting his when he pulled away.
“So? Do I look pretty?” You teased, batting your eyelashes up at him.
He rolled his eyes and pecked your lips once again. “Extremely.” He answered honestly.
With a throaty groan he slipped out of you, a tired whine escaping you as he laid down right next to you on his side, head being supported by his hand. Your head turned around to look at him, a smile never leaving your face as your hand went up to caress his cheek.
“Thank you for making my birthday so special.” You said softly, eyes focused on the skin under your fingertips. “And thank you for always making me feel special.”
He grabbed your hand in his and kissed your palm softly before smiling down at you. “You are special.”
“You know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “No one has ever made me feel like you do, Yoongi.” You said honestly, eyes looking deeply into his dark one as you watched his gummy smile make an appearance.
His heart swelled at your words. He never thought such simple words would bring him so much warmth and happiness, but here he was, beaming at your soft confession and hoping that it meant you wanted to be his like he wanted to be yours.
“Can I ask you something?” You said, breaking the comfortable silence to which he nodded and hummed waiting for you to continue. “Did you mean it?” He frowned down at you, not knowing what you meant. In any other case, and if he were any other person you’d be nervous to ask him this and you probably would have kept it to yourself, but this was Yoongi, you knew you could ask him anything without being judged. “You said you were all mine.” You started, fingers now mindlessly playing with his earring. “Did you mean it?”
He was caught off guard by your question. And it took him a couple seconds to remember when exactly he had said that, and when he did he smiled softly to himself. He could say that it was something he said in the heat of the moment, something you just say in a situation like that, but you were looking up at him with those big doe eyes of yours that he adored and he realized he just couldn’t lie to you about his feelings. How could he ever lie about them when he was sure anyone could see right through him when it came to you.
He took a deep breath and answered honestly. “Yeah, I meant it.” He nodded along to his words, “I mean it.” He corrected himself.
“Really?” You asked, voice barely over a whisper.
“Yes, really.” He chuckled. “I’m yours.” He nodded again. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way, to be honest. I know you’ve had feelings for Taehyung for a while and I know feelings like that are hard to get over. But I didn’t want to lie to you, because I do have feeling for you and-”
You quickly cut him off, your words taking him off guard for the third time that night. “I’m yours too.” You giggled at the way his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I used to have feelings for Taehyung, yes. And honestly part of me always will, but I’m yours.” You added to your previous confession. “I know that sounded a bit weird, but what I meant is that I was someone different before I met you, as cliché as that sounds.” You chuckled before continuing, Yoongi listening to your every word with a soft smile on his lips. “And part of that ‘old me’ is liking Taehyung. New me wants you. I want to be with you, Yoongi.” You smiled up at him, “I know this isn’t the typical super romantic confession, but it’s me.”
“So this is a confession now?” He teased you, making you pout and softly hit his bicep.
“Don’t be mean, I’m saying I have feelings for you.” You whined.
He only chuckled and leaned down to press a long soft kiss to your plump lips, happiness pouring out of him in the way he cupped your cheek. You kissed back, your hand resting on top of his before you smiled into the kiss. “I want to be with you too, angel.”
“Hey, just because I didn’t do the whole romantic confession thing doesn’t mean you can’t do it.” You pouted, arms crossing over your naked chest. He watched your actions in amusement. “What happened to Mr. ‘Where’s the romance’?” He threw his head back at that, laughing loudly as you continued to playfully pout at him.
“I was starting my romantic confession when you cut me off, you brat.” He chuckled, pinching your side softly before speaking again. “Wasn’t me telling you I’m yours not romantic enough for you?”
You hummed in response, a big yawn taking over your features as the exhaustion caught up to you. “That was really cute, I’ll give that to you.” You whispered.
Seeing your tired state, he quickly got up from the bed quickly putting his boxers back on and heading towards the bathroom. Head lying comfortably on one of his pillows, you turned to your side, ignoring the sticky mess between your thighs in order to whine and ask why he had disappeared, you quickly grabbed your phone and quickly sent a message to your best friend. He only shook his head with a smile at your antics, quickly wringing out the excess water on the cloth before walking back into his room, watching how you put your phone back on the bedside table as soon as he came into view.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so we can go to bed.” He said softly when he saw your eyes were closed, giving your legs light taps as he waited for you to spread them. “Were you texting someone?” He asked, completely focused on cleaning your thighs and lips as gently as he could.
Chuckling at his innocent question, you answered with a nod. “Minie. He’s been telling me for weeks that you had feelings for me and I brushed him off every single time, I had to tell him he was right.”
He nodded with a soft chuckle. “Jin hyung’s been telling me the same thing and I didn’t believe him either.” Once he was sure he had cleaned you up well, he threw the towel in the direction of the bathroom, making a mental note to pick it up and put it in the washer before he went to work the next morning. “He was always telling me I should just confess. I should text him too.” He chuckled.
He walked back towards the bed, clean shirt in his hands as he approached you and helped you put it on, leaning down to kiss your forehead once you were done. He climbed in next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you as you cuddled into his side, his arms wrapping around you giving your now cold body some much needed warmth.
“You should’ve listened to him.” You whispered, another big yawn leaving you as you got comfortable against his chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. “Good night, Yoon.”
He kissed the crown of your head softly before closing his own eyes, happiness blooming in his heart as he spoke. “Good night, angel.”
✧•✧•✧
The next morning you woke up cold, hands clinging onto the duvet in order to keep yourself warm. You lazily extended your arm, searching for your usual source of warmth during your cold mornings: Yoongi, but you opened your eyes in disappointment when you realized that he was no longer in bed. With a groan and a slight pout, you sat up, taking your phone from the nightstand and looking at the time.
“Already?” You whined when you saw ‘10:38 AM’ on it.
With your stomach begging for food and your body craving some cuddles from Yoongi, you got out of bed and walked towards your suitcase, pulling out some socks and quickly putting them on before throwing a big hoodie over your head as you walked out.
The whole apartment was dead silent, the only thing being heard were your footsteps against the hardwood floor. The door to his studio was wide open, the bright morning sun shining through the big windows and hurting your eyes as you peeked inside only to find it empty. You walked into the livingroom and the only thing you saw were yours and his clothes from the night before folded neatly on the couch, your cheeks heating up at the thought of last night.
“Yoongi?” You called, finally walking into the kitchen but it was also empty.
You looked around it with a small pout, and your eyes quickly fall upon a piece of paper with words scribbled on it. You took a few steps closed and picked it up, a big smile forming on your lips when you recognized Yoongi’s messy handwriting and saw your name at the top of the note.
‘I really didn’t want to leave you today but I had some meetings at work that I just couldn’t miss. Trust me I’d rather be cuddling you right now.
I left breakfast ready for you, it’s in the microwave.
Text me when you wake up, okay? I really want to talk to you
P.S. btw you’re really cute when you’re sleeping <3’
Note still in hand you walked back into his bedroom, quickly grabbing your phone once again and typing him a message as you walked to the kitchen to get your breakfast.
[10:42 AM – To: yoongi]: just woke up and saw your note,, i completely forgot you had work early today, sorry about that :( also,, thank you for breakfast, yoon
[10:43 AM – To: yoongi]: what do you want to talk about?
: well,,, this was way longer than i wanted it to but,,, ahh i love it so much honestly…… let me know what you thought
yoongi doesn’t like christmas that much; but he loves you—that much
GENRE.fluff, smut
WARNINGS. christmas decorations bc we know how stressful it can get lol!!, Yoongi’s POV!, yoongi is a teasing lil shit, yoongi is also deeply in love, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming (ish?)
NOTE. i miss our back-burner couple even if it hasn’t been that long here’s them being the cutest ever. this takes place a year after the epilogue so some time has passed!!! there may be some plot/logical conflicts but we move LOL
hope you enjoy this Christmas gift to ya’ll also…some talks about will be seen in this drabble…which foreshadows future drabbles…hehehehheehhehehehehehe
(the back-burner couple will never leave us I love them too much)
WORDS.6.2k
“To the left.”
Yoongi shifts, just a little because he’s anticipating another—
“No, you idiot! My left—not yours!”
And there it was.
“Love,” he sighs, and if he was any more observant maybe he’d notice how you preen ever so slightly at the term of endearment. “It looks fine. No one is going to notice if the star is point five millimetres off centre.”
You blink.
“So you admit it’s off-centred?”
Yoongi opens his mouth to refute your rebuttal, but it’s left to no avail when you wave him off, equally annoyed and frustrated when you gesture for him to step off the step ladder that enabled him to reach the top of your overly-ostentatious Christmas tree.
Yoongi’s spent a few Christmas’ with you, though they were nothing extravagant. It’s the first year that the both of you were really celebrating with each other, learning about the other’s quirks and requirements when it came to the annual celebration. Based on previous occasions, you weren’t quite particular with where decorations went, or what colour theme you ought to follow.
The thought, while exasperating on its own, still brings a semi-fond smile on his face that he hides so that you won’t nag at him for finding your vexation amusing. It was more that he finds himself settling into a sense of comfort that you finally allowed yourself to do what you like—with him.
“I can do it, you know,” Yoongi sighs, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall next to the tree.
You’ve already replaced him on the step-ladder, hands busying themselves with manoeuvring the star on the top of the tree with snipers precision. Yoongi wasn’t even sure if the ornament was moving with how careful you were being with it, and the look of concentration on your face tells him that you weren’t listening to him. By choice.
“Please pay attention to your surroundings so you won’t fall and die,” he says blandly, “I’d be quite heartbroken if you did.”
You shoot him a snarky look, “Quite?”
Yoongi’s lips twitch in amusement when he sees you puff out in annoyance, an indignant pout on your face when you edge your head backwards briefly to observe the apparent angle of the star.
“Very,” Yoongi corrects himself with a small laugh before he makes his way behind you.
You were too focused on frowning at the inanimate object to notice his presence, more concerned about finding a way to telepathically connect with the star so it’d be your puppet and perch itself into a position up to your standards.
You were stubborn. Yoongi knew that. It was one of your few quirks that he accepted, knowing that it was never as harmless as people made it out to be. He’s learnt—known—that you were a little rough around the edges, but you were pure. Someone who needed someone else with a little more patience to understand the edges that carved out the beautiful, and unadulterated version of yourself.
So, when Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist to lift you off the step-ladder—you squeal. Then, you whine. And then it’s a thwack to Yoongi’s shoulder (the right one because as much as Yoongi has told you that he’s fully healed, you never wanted to leap over that barrier—it was endearing) as he laughs at your chagrin.
“Put me down!” you demand with a hiss, “Yoongi! Stop laughing!”
“No,” he says, and he’s glad he can’t catch the daggers you were shooting at him since you were facing forward. “Let’s take a break.”
“That implies the both of us were working,” you say dryly, “You stood on a step-ladder for five minutes. Yay. Would you like a medal?”
Yoongi huffs, “I—”
“God, the bar is so fucking low,” you mutter under your breath.
Before Yoongi can say anything to that, he tosses you onto his couch, earning an equally loud shriek at the way your body makes contact with the plush surface.
When he stands above you, you’re glaring at him so vehemently that your expression may as well as telling him to dig his own hole to get buried in.
“A half an hour break won’t hurt,” Yoongi smiles, kneeling down to reach your eye level as you scoff. Your arms are folded across your chest petulantly, pointedly avoiding the way Yoongi attempts to catch your gaze.
Yoongi rests a hand on your knee, squeezing the flesh as you pretend like it wasn’t doing anything to you. Frankly, Yoongi couldn’t tell with the way you were stubbornly clenching your jaw in vexation as you stare at the entrance of his apartment as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
You did this often. Get annoyed with Yoongi, stay silent; sulk; pretend like you were mad (maybe you were, but Yoongi likes to think you’re softer than you acted), and wait until Yoongi started to grovel.
Yoongi almost laughs, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face when the routine refreshes itself in his mind. If you were anyone else, he’d leave them on their own until they cooled down enough to listen to him, whether they agreed or not. But you were you, and as much as you exasperated him—he was a man in love. He was putty, and you had him wrapped around your finger whether you were aware of it or not.
Another squeeze and he notes you jolt ever so slightly, knees parting on instinct. He wants to smirk but he knows you’ll start cursing him out again.
“Sweetheart,” Yoongi murmurs, fully knowing that it was your favourite name. Gosh, you were unpredictable and predictable at the same time. Your nose twitches. Yoongi smiles. Score.
“The tree looks beautiful,” he reassures softly, thumb rubbing a soothing circle under your knee. He wasn’t lying. You did have an eye for things like this while Yoongi was rather simple. He appreciated aesthetics but didn’t place it as a priority. He valued company over outlook—but with you, he’d get both. “The house looks beautiful. You did a really great job at decorating.”
A shift. Your chest was slightly facing him despite your gaze still being trained to his front door.
You needed to hear these things. Yoongi knew that. You liked hearing that you were doing a good job, seeing the approving smile on Yoongi’s face even if he thought you didn’t need his approval. Who was Yoongi to deny you the everlasting truth he holds?
“You deserve a break,” he says softly, inching closer until he’s kneeled between your parted thighs, catching your dubious expression when he smiles up at you. “Let me take care of you, hm?”
“We need to finish the decorations,” you deadpan, voice impressively stable when you glare down at him.
Your legs make space for him.
“After.” He cocks his head to the side in a way that you claimed made him look cocky. But hot. Apparently. “No one’s coming over until 8 PM.”
“It’s five-forty, Yoongi,” you huff, flailing your arms to gesture towards the analogue clock on his coffee table.
“And Jungkook doesn’t know early even if it hit him in the face,” Yoongi snorts, hands now rubbing slowly up and down your thighs. You curse under your breath, something about wearing sweats instead of the shorts you were dawning. Yoongi’s not complaining. Easy access.
“Jimin said—”
“Jimin too,” Yoongi says quickly, almost huffing at the mention of the intern-turned-resident. You’ve taken a liking to his apprentice, and while Yoongi wasn’t…possessive, Jimin had a crush on you and Yoongi—well, he was your boyfriend; your partner—he was allowed to be sceptical!
(Jimin was nothing but polite to you, but the cheeky looks he’d shoot Yoongi when you weren’t looking tells him that Yoongi’s downfall was amusing to him.)
“What if Hobi comes early—?”
“I’ll tell him to fuck off,” Yoongi replies curtly.
You flick him against his forehead as he winces. You glare down at him, knuckle still pressed against his forehead so he couldn’t get any closer when you realise that he was edging closer to where he wanted to be.
“Haerin? Namjoon? You know they offered to help,” you remind.
“Namjoon would understand the innate need of a man to ravage his girlfriend in his own home,” Yoongi says.
A pretty flush appears on your cheeks as your jaw slackens. You always said Yoongi was too much. But he doesn’t think you know. Know just how much more he wants to give you—the world; the universe—all the multiverses out there if they existed.
“You’re so annoying,” you seethe.
“Okay,” he shrugs, then he shoots you a small grin. The ever soft tilt of his lips makes your features soften ever so slightly. “Now are you going to stop pretending like you’re mad at me and let me take care of you?”
“Iam mad,” you snap weakly, fingers darting out to grasp at his shoulder when he suddenly pushes your thighs apart with his hands. “We’re supposed to be decorating—!”
“You know for someone who seems to really like Christmas, you’re very grumpy,” Yoongi teases.
You gawk at him. “I’m not grumpy! I just want the decorations to be perfect—!”
“And it is.” Yoongi presses a kiss to your inner thigh, arms wrapping around your thighs as he tugs you forward. You yelp, bum on the edge of the seat as he grins up at you so widely as if you were the one doing him a favour.
You were. Every day. Being with him. Staying by his side despite the hectic year the both of you had. And you were here, in his home, a plane ride away from the home you called yours.
(“Merry Christmas,” you had said shyly, turning up on his doorstep when he blinked at you. Shocked. Stunned.)
“What if someone—” you mumble, nibbling on your lips as Yoongi can’t help but smile at you. It seems like the only thing you can evoke out of him is happiness; apparent in his expression too.
“We’ll deal with it later,” he reassures you gently. Then, he peers up at your eyes when you finally decide to grant him the liberty of looking into your gaze. “Now, I want you to sit there and let me service you. Got it?”
“Don’t say it like that,” you mutter.
“Always telling me what to do,” Yoongi huffs, shaking his head as his fingers reach towards the band of your shorts, teasing. Featherlight. He feels the goosebumps raise on your skin as you narrow your eyes menacingly at him. “Relax for me, okay?”
“Don’t tell me to relax,” you snark.
Yoongi smiles. You were so stubborn. Noisy, when you didn’t need to be. He’d need you to be quiet, and he knew exactly how to get you that way.
Your fingers are still on his shoulders, and Yoongi takes a second to turn his head, pressing a soft kiss to your right knuckle. You pinch his neck, but it’s so light that it feels like a love tap. It probably is, because when Yoongi looks up with a pointed look, all you do is huff like the petulant Princess you were.
He pulls your shorts down, greeted with the bare sight of your pussy, already glistening with your wetness. He smirks to himself. You could play this facade as much as you’d like, but Yoongi knew you and your body like the back of his hand. He learned every bit of who you were; loved every bit of who you were—he knew.
“This isn’t a reward,” you warn, hands going to clutch at the strands of his hair.
Yoongi laughs, tugging you closer until he was eye level with your pretty pussy. Before you can yell at him for laughing at you—annoyed—he dips his head, tongue darting out to catch the drop of wetness that threatens to fall to the couch beneath you.
You gasp, a sound Yoongi’s well-acquainted with and even less tired of. He’d have you moaning for him every single second of the day if he had it his way. But you were ambitious, a lady with dreams and he respected that. He’d service you, day and night, every minute—anytime. He’d settle for these moments.
“Yoongi…” you say breathlessly, legs twitching when he hooks a knee over his shoulder for better leverage.
“Taste so good,” he whispers against your mound, tongue dragging up your slit to collect all your wetness towards your swollen pearl. When his appendage drags against the bud, your back arches, sensitive as ever and just how Yoongi likes you.
“Don’t tease,” you scowl, voice shaky when you tug at his hair.
“Me?” He feigns innocence, pulling away to shoot you a lopsided smirk as you glare at him, cheeks already flushed. Yoongi feels all the blood rush to his cock just by looking at your beautiful (yet, angry) face. “I’d never.”
Yoongi decides to spare you the wait, leaning in and wrapping his lips around your clit as you gasp, legs almost snapping shut. He keeps them spread, palm digging into the meat of your thighs as he laps against your sodden folds, your clit—swirling and pressing like he wanted to imprint himself upon your skin forever.
Yoongiloved giving head. To you. He never divulged his sex life with any of his co-workers, with the exception of Namjoon (and even then, the details were very sparse because your business wasn’t his—and he didn’t want anyone else to know just how amazing you were). But he’s heard stories of men who weren’t so keen on giving head, claiming that it wasn’t as satisfying as being on the receiving end.
Yoongi would always keep his opinions to himself but the eye roll remained. They were selfish lovers. Period.
Even if that was the case, Yoongi thinks you must’ve done some magic on him because anything you did, any little reaction you gave him—aroused him. He was insanely attracted to you, attuned to your body like a snake to fiddle and he could almost laugh at how whipped he was. Having you this way, spread out so pliantly for him, pussy clenching around nothing as your bud pulses against his tongue—was his definition of sexual gratification.
“Y-Yoongi—,” you mewl, legs clamping against his ears as he feels you shudder under his ministrations.
God, you were so fucking sexy. Your breathless moans, the way your fingers wrap themselves tighter around his strands of hair to ground yourself; the half-lidded gaze you shoot him from above like an angel peering over her people—you were so tantalising and Yoongi couldn’t get enough of you.
Then, powered by his devotion, Yoongi delves in deeper and sucks on your clit like he was on a mission to suck the soul out of your body. A high pitched sob escapes your lips, your legs vibrating by the side of his face as he smiles into your sodden cunt, feeling the way your hole pulses uncontrollably.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, voice hoarse when you do juxtaposing actions—your hands pushing him away when he feels you shake under his actions, and your legs keeping his head firmly put where he wants to be. Either way, Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you were coming.
“That’s it,” he encourages with a smirk. And to seal the deal, he adds two fingers—quick because he knows you can take it—and curls them up until it hit the spot that made you—
“Yoongi!” His name sounds like heaven when it rolls off your tongue and he’s so hard that it almost hurts. But he’s on a mission to get you off. A reward for himself despite your earlier warning, and an act that fits into the context of gifting season.
You cum. Loud. Wet. Messy. The sounds are so obscene when Yoongi slurps against your oversensitive cunt, your hands weakly pushing his head away with a breathless whine when he continues to lap at the honey that pours out. You taste so good that Yoongi’s head is a little hazy. Your wetness is smeared all across the bottom half of his face and he couldn’t have had it any other way.
When he pulls away, he feels fucked out—and he watches the way your chest heaves up and down in exertion when you stare at him with a dumbfounded expression.
“What the hell,” is all you say. He knows it was good, and he gives you a parting kiss to your thigh before he pushes himself up.
“Tis’ the season, sweetheart,” he smiles.
You gape at him, your eyes boring into his skull as if you were attempting to regain some sense of consciousness. But before Yoongi can ask, you’re pulling him down onto the couch with you, and with wobbly legs—you perch yourself on his lap.
“You can’t just do that and not give me your dick,” you deadpan.
Yoongi blinks, then he bursts out laughing. His shoulder shakes when you continue to glare at him, both in annoyance and in desire.
“Thought we needed to get back to decorating,” Yoongi throws your own words back to you as your face morphs into a scowl, brows furrowed in a way that tempts Yoongi into brushing his thumb in-between them to placate your expression.
“Now you want to decorate?” you scoff, hands resting on his shoulders as his own naturally find their way to your waist, squeezing the flesh that’s bare of clothes with the way your sweater has ridden up.
“Someone once told me that the decorations needed to be perfect,” he shrugs noncommittally, thumb rubbing against your skin as he feels you shudder under his touch.
“Well that someone wants you to fuck her,” you snap.
“I have a girlfriend so I don’t think she’d be too happy about that.”
You roll your eyes, and Yoongi feels all the more accomplished when he spots the quirk of the corner of your lips at his silly statement.
“At least I know you won’t go run off with some lady,” you huff as your hands are busy with the drawstring of his sweats, already palming his hardened length over the fabric.
Yoongi’s breath hitches, feeling the heat in his body travel to his lower region with the way your tinier hands engulf his cock over his sweats like second nature.
You looked so pretty like this. Your hair was slightly matted down after your shower when you left it to air-dry, and there’s the semi-permanent frown on your face that he always jokes about being good for pre-mature wrinkles—but it’s you. The same girl, woman, he’s loved since he was eighteen. Now, the both of you were older, and finally together.
It’s funny how things in life worked out sometimes.
“Never,” he grins widely, one hand retreating from your waist to stop you before you can get your hands under his sweatpants—even if his cock was dying for some form of friction, already riled up after witnessing your orgasm.
“Yoongi,” you whine with a pout, “We don’t have time!”
Yoongi smirks. “Then we can go back to decorating.”
You frown at him, and he spots the way your eyebrow twitches as he stifles his laughter.
“I don’t want to decorate now,” you sniff, “I want to sit on your dick.”
“Come on, has chivalry really died?” he muses, “Where’s my kiss?”
“I’m a lady, Min Yoongi,” you say with narrowed eyes, and Yoongi’s indulging in the way your cheeks flush a deeper shade.
“What happened to modern-day feminism?” Yoongi chuckles, voice lifting into a tease as you gawk at him.
Even if he was hard beyond belief, he enjoyed sharing moments like these with you. When you were you, and he was him. Where all your conduct and expectations were knocked over whenever you were with him; the little snarks that you’d throw at him when Yoongi would poke at your buttons. It’s a dynamic that’s always existed between the both of you—a push and pull that he’ll never get tired of.
“Are you seriously going to equate me not initiating a kiss as proof of how chivalry has died when you menwere—!”
But, Yoongi’s still a man, as you loved to remind him whenever he’d annoy you a little more than usual. And despite the way he loves having you like this—he wants to be inside of you, to fill you up to the brim and feel your heat envelop him like you were made to take him.
So, Yoongi wraps his thumb and index finger around your chin to swoop you in for a kiss, pressing his lips tightly—yet with warmth—against your own, feeling the way you immediately melt into his touch.
“I’m teasing,” he reminds lightly, still murmuring the words against your lips.
“You’re so annoying,” you say breathlessly, and then you’re pushing back onto him until his back hits the back of the sofa.
You waste no time getting him out of his sweatpants, haphazardly tugging the material down until it pools under his thighs as opposed to getting it fully off of him. As expected, you were on a time crunch and you were a woman on a mission.
“Use your hand,” he directs, leaning back to enjoy the way you take charge even if it’s just for a moment.
You lift yourself off his lap ever so slightly to wrap your hand around his shaft, eliciting a hiss from Yoongi when he feels you squeeze the base of his cock. Yoongi usually took control in the bedroom even if it wasn’t a fixed role. Naturally, you took control in most aspects of your life and even in the dynamics of your relationship—so you often allowed Yoongi full reign over your sexual reprieve. Yoongi didn’t have a preference but it would be a lie to not admit that seeing all the ripostes filled with fire die on your lips when you sought for his commands—his validation—was enthralling.
“Slowly. Just the tip,” he continues, voice strict as he sees the way your lower lip juts out in potential defiance. He shoots you a look. A warning. He wonders if you’ll decide to disobey today.
“It’ll fit,” you whine, “You always fit.”
Yoongi hides his groan well. His eyes flutter shut ever so slightly when he feels himself lose control when the tip of his cock breaches your fluttering pussy. He’s been inside of you enough times, but every time is a new experience. He’d never get tired of the pop that it makes when he passes the threshold, the gasp that you and he let out as if you were synced to each other.
“Patience,” he says with a small smirk, thumb rubbing against your cheek when your teary and desperate eyes peer up at him. “Sink down just a little for me.”
You do, and he feels more of your heat engulf him as his other hand squeezes around your waist. God, the way you were pulsing around him makes his head spin. But the way you squirm above him is even better. So, he holds out a little bit longer, taking every bit of self-control to not fuck upwards until you were putty in his arms.
“Yoongiplease,” you mewl, forehead dropping onto his shoulder as he laughs. The vibrations cause you to let out a breathy whimper when his cock jostles ever so slightly in your cunt. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, clinging onto him as if he was your last lifeline.
“Doing so well for me,” he croons, tracing his fingers up and down your spine as you shiver. “Last bit for me, love. You can take it.”
“I can,” you warble, finally sheathing his cock deep in your cunt as you let out a sinful gasp, head was thrown back when he’s nestled deep in your pussy. You didn’t top often, mostly because Yoongi was so big that it made you feel so whole—according to you. But when you did, Yoongi knows it’s an experience that the both of you want to replicate, over and over.
You don’t move, your manners impeccable when you await his commands. Yoongi knows that you know that he’d never really punish you for disobeying him. But he knew that you liked this—liked waiting for the green light; liked the way that Yoongi controlled your actions that delivered mind-numbing pleasure.
You rest your hands on his chest, and he slowly palms your waist—then the underside of your breast, and finally your mounds as you remain still on his cock.
He slips off your sweater with ease, no dragging it out—nothing particularly sexy about it. Almost intimate when the two of you share a smile. Soft and warm. Just like Christmas. Just like this moment.
“Thank you for coming,” Yoongi whispers, suddenly feeling sentimental. Really, he always felt this way around you. An overwhelming sense of feeling that he needed to get off his chest. He never knew he could be as expressive as he is, not until you were his, and him—yours. “Thank you for decorating my home. For inviting everyone over to spend the holidays with us.”
You flush. You’re not usually this shy. But you hide your face ever so slightly when you duck your head down.
“You don’t need to thank me,” you mumble. It’s intimate; the way his cock is firm inside your cunt—hard as a rock—as you possess the ability to rock forward and bring the both of you home. The both of you choose not to, just for a second. “I never got to celebrate Christmas like this. It’s…nice.”
You say the last part quietly, voice hushed in a whisper as Yoongi shoots you a small smile. When you look up, your cheeks are so flushed that he’s tempted to tease you. But you squeeze his shoulders, a nervous habit whenever you felt like you were about to go on a ramble. Yoongi knows this, so he waits.
“Christmas wasn’t fun,” you tell him, “My parents never really cared for the holidays. And Haerin…well, we weren’t close. You were the only one that really paid attention to me so…I wanted to do this right.”
Yoongi’s heart clenches at your soft tone, almost as if it was your inner-child speaking and not you. You rest your cheek against his chest as he holds you tighter to his body.
“I’m sorry for being so…anal about this,” you wince, “It’s just—I want this Christmas to be perfect. And I want things to look pretty so we can take loads of pictures for memories.”
“You know this Christmas is already perfect because you’re here with me, don’t you?” Yoongi finally speaks up, the words uttered into your hair as you scoff.
You pull away, the you that he’s always known slightly returning as you narrow your eyes at him.
“Don’t be such a cheeseball,” you say with a scrunch of your face, “You know what I mean! It’s our first Christmas together and I want it to be special! And you think the star is fine when it’s clearly off-centred! You know—I really hope our kids don’t inherit that habit of yours because—”
Yoongi freezes, his hands stilling against your waist as his eyes blow out wide. You’re still rambling, going off your mini tirade. Your mouth is moving but he can’t really piece out anything except for the fact that you took a one-eighty and was now calling him an idiot, along with some other words that he’s gotten way too used to.
Kids.
Ourkids.
Yoongi’s heart seizes in his chest, and he can already picture it. Years from now. Or even a year. Who knows—fuck, he doesn’t care but he can see it. Christmas Eve. You’re decorating the tree again, and Yoongi isn’t helping you because your daughter—or your son—or both—is helping you. They’ve inherited your stubbornness that takes years of Yoongi’s life away, but also your livelihood, the energy that brings you so far—and it makes his life brighter.
He sees the matching sweaters, a cheesy tradition that he never liked until this picture came to mind. He sees the hot chocolate; the whipped cream moustache that he doesn’t tell you about so he can snap a picture. Fuck. He sees it all—and suddenly, he needs to—”
“—like I know it’s not that deep but it is! The star was off-centred, and it’s obvious—” You don’t finish your words because Yoongi’s planting his feet against the floor, and hands around your waist, before he’s thrusting upwards.
“Fuck!” you squeal, caught off guard by the sudden force that knocks the air out of your lungs. But Yoongi’s delirious, the visual in his mind never leaving when he continues to fuck upwards, deep into your sodden pussy as you let out cries of pleasure at his ministrations.
“You want my kids?” His voice is uncharacteristically soft for someone who’s holding you so tight to his body, thrusting his shaft deeper and deeper into your hot walls as you cling onto him for support.
“I-Is that what—fuck—you got from what I said?” you snap, but he knows you’re flustered. You’re glaring at him, but your mouth falls into a pretty little ‘o’ when Yoongi pulls you down on his cock at the same time he thrusts upwards.
“Tell me,” he grunts, feeling the way your cunt clenches around his length as he lets out a low groan. You moan a high-pitched sound that he freezes to memory as one hand releases your hips to tilt your chin up so that you were looking at him. “Tell me you see it too.”
“Y-Yoongi, shit, fuck,” you babble on, mewling incoherencies as your eyes meet his manic ones. The sound of skin slapping against the skin is obscene, and the Christmas music you were playing earlier is muted by how loud you’re getting, along with the squelches of your cunt.
“Tell me,” he growls, “Do you see it? Christmas morning? With me? With kids?”
You squeal when another hand leaves your hips to play with your clit. The arms around his shoulder are the only things keeping you rooted in position as your eyes pierce into his own. You felt so fucking good around him that he feels himself already losing it—but he needed to know. He needed to hear it from you.
“I-I—” You’re struggling with your words because Yoongi’s fucking you so hard and fast that it’s a little hard for him to think too.
“Fuck, I’ll give you kids, all right,” he snaps, bringing your lips to him and captures it in a blazing kiss. You moan into his mouth when he bites on your lower lip, all while he speeds up the finger working against your clit. It’s pulsing. It’s wet. You were close—he could feel it. “I’ll give you everything you want. A home. A family. The world.”
“F-Fuck, Yoongi,” you sob, “I’m going—I’m gonna cum, please, please—”
“Shit, I’m so—” Yoongi laughs tightly against your mouth, the both of you breathing into each other as he shoves his cock upward and stays there for a beat longer as you let out a garbled moan. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
You pull away to give him a tired but satiated smile. “I-I’ve—ah—heard.”
“Look at me,” he whispers, hips still working upwards as he finally feels your vixen-like grip around his shaft. A guttural moan leaves his lips, his eyes shutting in a moment of weakness before they’re open again—only to see your gaze falling onto his own.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he commands, and suddenly—like magic—you’re clamping down on him as you convulse around his cock, legs shaking and body shuddering.
Somewhere in the midst of your orgasm, your shaky fingers find their way in-between Yoongi’s ones. You grip his hand so tightly, and he feels the press of the ring he promised you a year ago bite into his skin. It drives him crazy—crazy enough that he continues rubbing at your clit through your climax. Yoongi cums with you, hot spurts with a promise painting your inner walls as you cry out his name.
Your sweaty bodies are pressed together when you attempt to catch your breath. Your hand is still squeezing Yoongi’s, and he doesn’t intend on letting go either. He feels his cum leak out of your cunt when he begins to soften. You don’t make an effort to move, only rests your head against his shoulder as he feels your chest heave.
The two of you stay there. He’s not sure for how long, but it feels nice having you against him like this. He should probably pull out and clean up the mess before guests actually start arriving while the two of you were anything but presentable. You’d probably yell at him for dragging you into this. And he’d let you, every—single—time.
“Love,” he murmurs, wondering if you’d fallen asleep. You got tired after sex, and while he wanted to let you rest—he didn’t have an eye for aesthetics like you did. He didn’t want to burn twice. But his curiousity—his desire—still wins. “Were you serious?”
He feels your body stiffen ever so slightly before it relaxes. He helps your body upright so that he could see your face when he got an answer. He could wait; he knew people said things during sex that didn’t really translate into their daily lives. He just needed confirmation.
“I…”
“I was serious,” he adds on softly, brushing hair away from your cheek when he pulls your face closer, nose brushing against your own. “I’ll give you anything you want. And if you want…”
“I do,” you mumble shyly, looking away. “I want…kids. With you.”
Yoongi feels his heart soar, and he really can’t stop the wide grin that appears on his face when you snuggle into his chest, playing with his fingers as you look anywhere but his face.
“I mean obviously we’d have to be married first but I still want kids,” you say quickly, almost childishly as if you were hinting at something.
Yoongi smiles, looking down at you as if you had painted the star in the sky for him.
“Obviously,” he reiterates with a teasing grin. “You just got to be patient.”
You huff, opening your mouth to say something before you decide against it. “No public proposals. I don’t want to break your heart in front of an audience.”
Yoongi hides his laugh. “Okay. Thank you for your consideration.”
“And…” you continue, words muffled with the way your cheek is pressed against his chest. “Nothing gaudy.”
“Got it,” he nods. He knew that. Of course, he did. But hearing it from you, speaking as if your future together was absolute—made him softer around the edges. The way he’s like only when he was with you.
“But don’t make me wait forever! I waited this long to…” you trail off, sheepish. “…to be with you…and I don’t want to wait too long. If not I’ll be infertile. And old. And ugly.”
God, Yoongi’s heart was going to burst. He can’t help the laughter that bubbles inside his chest as you scowl at him with an annoyed glare.
“Whatever happens, I’ll never leave you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the peak of your cheekbone as you sniff, pleased. “You got to try a lot harder than that.”
“You better not,” you warn, hugging him tighter.
A beat. Yoongi’s heartbeat—he’s sure you heard.
Then:
“I love you,” Yoongi says.
You smile into his chest.
“I love you too,” you murmur, shy.
Just as you’re about to lean up to press a kiss against his lips, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a surprise that it’s managed this far through your escapades. He shoots you an apologetic expression as he fishes for his device.
When he slides open his notification, he’s already bracing for another round of expletives from you.
From: Kim Namjoon
Haerin and i are 5 minutes away. hope our presence can help w the decorations lol
Also, dw, ___ is scary but at least you’ll have back-up
Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.
Your eyes dart to Jimin who’s lay over the sofa, face flat and disinterested, eyes on the TV. He doesn’t see the glare, but he can hear it in your tone and still he doesn’t react.
“You were supposed to give a supportive response.”
“I agreed with you,” he continues flatly.
“How is that supportive?” You whine.
“I –”
“Don’t respond to that, it was rhetorical. I already know the shit that’s going to spew out of your mouth.”
You watch Jimin’s eyes dart to you, the only part of his body to move before they go back to the TV.
“Now who’s the unsupportive friend?”
“I’m sorry,” you say sarcastically sounding very unapologetic. “I’m trying to tell you that I can’t find a date over here. That nobody will ever love me and I’m going to die alone and you’re fobbing me off for Homes Under the Hammer.”
“Escape to the Country,” he corrects.
“Idon’tcare,” you throw your arms in the air, flopping back on your seat.
Jimin finally sits up, turns so his attention is fully on you. He still doesn’t look fully interested but at least it’s something, at least your whining and attention seeking has achieved something.
“We’ve gone through this a hundred times,” he mutters and when you shoot him a look is quick to add, “but let’s do it again.”
“Erik’s ghosting me.”
“His loss.”
“And I know it’s only been a few days but how long am I supposed to wait around for a response?” You carry on as if he hasn’t spoken.
“Well, I don’t think you should have even waited this long. You owe him nothing, you can date multiple people at once, you’re not tied to anyone.”
“You sound like Yoongi.”
Now you have Jimin’s attention. The words were muttered under your breath and yet it’s like he has sonar hearing when it come’s to Yoongi’s name. It’s unnerving for so many reasons, not least the fact you’ve hardly spoken about Yoongi and yet he still seems so interested in him. He’s never even met the guy.
“What pub does he work at again?”
“Not saying.”
“Come on.”
“Nope. You’re not going to harass the poor man.”
“I just want to talk to him. See if he’ll take you on a date as you’re seemingly too chicken to do it yourself.”
The blood seems to drain out of you while also boiling to the surface of your skin. You try to look unbothered by the comment and while you feel like you succeed Jimin seems to pick up on something if his grin is anything to go off.
“Andthatis exactly why you will never know where he works,” you shoot him a sarcastic smile.
“There can only be so many Yoongi’s in this city. Possibly only the one that works in a pub.”
You frown at him. “And now you’re threatening to what … stalk him?”
“I just want you to ask him out,” it’s his turn to whine.
“When have I ever given you the impression I’d want to ask him out?”
“You called him hot.”
“I hardly know him.”
“Does it matter?”
“To me? Yes,” the words feel a tad bitter leaving your mouth, like a lie, but you’re so determined to convince Jimin and get him off your back that you hardly notice.
“Didn’t seem to matter with Erik,” he points out. “You’ve met him what, once, and yet here you are moping about him.”
“He’s ghosting me. And it feels like shit. It’s not the same,” you reply flatly, eyes go back to your phone as if you’re hoping to find that your words are a lie and there’ll be a message sat waiting for you. There’s not. “Anyway, the point is, what do I do?”
Jimin seems to take pity on you even if he does roll his eyes. He stands, walks over to you so he can sit on the arm of the chair. He doesn’t say anything but seems to look down at you expectantly. When you don’t move you can hear the sigh in his tone.
“Open up Tinder or something then.”
You look down at your phone but still don’t do what Jimin asks. You weren’t expecting the words, especially said so bluntly, so it takes you a second to comprehend. Is he trying to ask you to open up your messages with Erik so he can help evaluate them, or is he telling you to move on and find someone new? As if reading your mind, or more realising you still don’t get it given the time it takes you to do nothing, Jimin clarifies.
“If the guy can’t find the time to reply to you, or message you, or whatever, he doesn’t deserve you. Even if he were to reply to you now I’d tell you to sack him off. You need someone who messages you five minutes after they’ve seen you. Not this,” he waves his hand at the blank screen sat in your lap.
His words sink in and again you’re reminded of Yoongi. Wasn’t that something he said when you saw him after the date? That you deserve someone who you’re excited about, who’s just as excited by you. You shouldn’t settle for fine or good.
And they’re right. Dating is hard, it scares you, you don’t particularly want to drag this out any longer than you need to, but that doesn’t mean you should go for the first guy just because he’s not awful. It’s not like you haven’t dated in the past, but it’s been so long and you never did it like this, were at uni where you managed to meet people through friends and parties and clubs. This is different, requires you to put yourself out there a bit more.
It seems bizarre to you that you went to the pub alone, let alone opened up to two strangers, because it’s so unlike you. Maybe it was the spontaneity of it, rather than this. Which is completely different, requires thought and looking at yourself as others would, trying to paint yourself in a certain light while also wanting to be realistic. Then there’s the anticipation of talking to someone, potentially meeting up with them. Some people find that exciting while you just find it terrifying. The main reason you’ve put off dating for so long. It’s not just the potential rejection, but everything along the way to even get to that point. You have to pour so much of yourself in and you’re scared that it could all be for nothing, that down the line they’ll just realise that you’re not what they want. You’re not exciting, not special, you have nothing that stands out as something someone would want. You’re awkward and anxious and if you’re honest a bit of a mess.
But you still feel lonely. You have Jimin, have lots of other friends, but it doesn’t make it easier when you come home from work to an empty house. When you visit your friends and have to watch them cuddle with their boyfriends on the sofa. When you want to go on a holiday but all your friends already have plans with their partners. When you go out with your friends and they compare what their partners do and don’t do around the house. You feel loved by so many, but it doesn’t stop you also feeling incredibly alone.
“I’ve got some matches already, but I don’t know,” you explain as you give in and unlock your phone and then navigate to Tinder.
Jimin doesn’t say anything as he takes the phone off you, finds his own way to your matches. You sit up straighter, lean into his side to try and better see what he’s looking at.
“He’s cute,” he says, tilting the screen so you can see who he’s talking about.
You hum, not the most enthusiastic sign. “He’s going travelling for a year in two months.”
You don’t have to say anything else, Jimin simply moving on to the next. You don’t have to say anything about this guy, Jimin can clearly see that you’re the only one who’s messaged and he’s not replied.
“He goes home every weekend,” you explain as Jimin taps on the next guy.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Jimin says, scrolling through the chat.
“He takes his washing with him so his mum can do it and leaves with the weekly meals she’s cooked him.”
“Ok,” he says flatly, hearing enough to tap back onto your list of matches.
Your eyes land on the next person he’s going to tap on and snatch the phone back before he can. Jimin turns to you with questioning eyes as you lock your phone.
“And he sent a dick pic.”
Out of everything you’ve said this seems to be the thing that brightens Jimin as if truly interested. You’re almost surprised he doesn’t snatch the phone back off you to look.
“It was his first message and it wasn’t even that impressive,” you say.
“Savage,” Jimin chuckles.
“Can you at least see my issue now?”
“Dating’s wild,” Jimin shrugs as if that’s any sort of answer. “You found some duds –”
“A lot of duds.”
“– but you’ve just got to keep going. Someone will pop up. Someone a whole lot better than Erik.”
You look down at your black screen, as if the name will make a message appear. You sigh, you know he’s right, you just hoped it wouldn’t be his answer. Would it have been so hard for the first guy to be the one? It all seems to only make you think that maybe you’re not worth it. Maybe all your insecurities are right. If you can only match with this bunch of men, maybe that’s more a reflection on you then anything else.
“Sign up for Hinge and Bumble too,” Jimin’s tone is a tad softer, as if realising how down beat you are.
You keep your eyes on your phone, nod your head. Why did you even bother with any of this in the first place? Life isn’t so bad on your own. Maybe you should just be looking at dogs as a companion instead.
“Or ask a certain other guy out instead?”
You glare up at Jimin, see the cheeky smile on his lips and not so gently push your side into him. He topples off the arm of the chair with a yelp and now you have to try and not look so satisfied with yourself. At least he got you to smile.
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!
❦ word count. 17.7k ❦ genre. parent fic, fluff, angst, a bit of boob action ❦ warnings. illness, mention of hospitalisation, mention of minor character death, yoongi is kind of a dick sometimes, accidental(?) flashing ❦ summary. it’s not that you don’t like your job. on the contrary, reading bedtime stories to a certified little princess is something you still can’t believe you get paid to do. it’s just that between all the school runs, snow days and secret second hot chocolates before bed, you may fallen a little too hard for those dimpled cheeks and gummy smiles…. worse still, you’ve fallen for her father too. ❦a/n.merry christmas everyone!! this fic is a collaboration with the wonderful @underthejoon@kpopfanfictrash@suga-kookiemonster@junghelioseok@bendthekneetobangtan @lamourche and @hobidreams. it’s late, lame and cheesy (and probably under-edited) but I like it that way. I hope you’re all having a fantastic holiday, wherever you may be <3
genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)
pairing: yoongi x reader
summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.
word count: 7.2k
contains: no sexual content ~*~yet~*~ but ya know, slow burn!!! plenty of reader being a dumbass, bestie jimin, cutie coworker jungkook and asshole producer yoongi tho. (and me having zero clue what goes on at this fake workplace i made up but doing my best to corporate BS thru it lmao) oh and a lotta references to alcohol, that’s gonna be a theme throughout this whole thing jsyk!
A/N: i’ve got BIG PLANS for this series (no seriously, i have a 40 card storyboard and my OUTLINE is 13k alone) so buckle in!!! this is also on AO3 like everything i write~
Summary:Galtea has risen once again, and Yoongi retreats, allowing it to flourish. He tells you that he wants to take you there, someday.
Warnings/Tags: RATED T for implied/referenced drug use; implied/referenced drug addiction; angst; brief depictions of war; implied/referenced PTSD; minor character death; the tags areheavy, so proceed with caution; I’ve tried to be as vague as possible but still - Alternate Universe Fantasy/Magical Realism ft.Architect!Min Yoongi.
Imperial City’s populace trudge on, content in their work until the following year arrives without much ceremony. It’s the eleventh month and Yoongi pulls the scarf that you made for him higher till it covered his mouth and the tip of his nose. His head is down, like his gaze. Snow falls as his feet take him to the steps of the holistic facility, where light is plentiful and the physicians are in civilian clothes, not in clinical, white jackets.
“I’ve set up a room for you since you wanted to visit for longer,” Seokjin informed him.
Yoongi nods, rubbing his hands together to spur warmth. The silence is long, as long as the time he took to gather the items together. He supposes that the small bag he has is merely symbolic than anything.
“Has she improved?” He asked, inwardly startled by the hoarseness in his voice. Seokjin nods, its a subtle and appropriately concealed dissent.
They make it through another set of doors, to a narrowed hallway lined with doors. Seokjin stands in front of a window; Yoongi peers inside and is greeted with a view of your back. There was nothing being fed into your veins. He inhales sharply and audibly. Then, he lets it all out in a breathy huff, the skin of his cheeks ballooning while his lips stretched to accommodate the gust of air.
“It’s not your fault, Yoongi-ah.”
A hand closes over his wrist, a signal of tangible empathy. Yoongi draws it back, feeling undeserving.
“It’s fairly common to get addicted after the first couple of doses.”
A comment meant to make Yoongi feel reassured ends up squeezing his heart at every beat. You probably had been at it for longer than he knew.
“Will she get better?”
It’s the same question he asks, like a habit. It dons different iterations of the same vexation.
Will she get better?
Will she be herself again?
Will she come back to me?
It’s an act of anguish, unabated even though he knows that the answer he receives will never be the one he wanted to hear.
“It’s hard to say but it’s manageable. We try to take it day by day here.”
Seokjin knows it too. It seemed that to Yoongi, plateauing was evermore nefarious than decline. To stay the same is to decay.His silence prompts Seokjin, who twists the doorknob open.
“I’ve signed her up for a trial with a more powerful antidote that is projected to flush the drug out of her system completely.”
Yoongi’s stomach twists at the possibility of using a different method.
”How soon before she will be able to get on it?”
Seokjin pauses, comes to your side and crouches down so he could look up at you. He checks your fingertips; they look like they were dipped in a gold glitter. It’s everywhere on you, burning through your skin like luminescence.
“The waiting list is long but it shouldn’t be longer than a couple of months,” Seokjin confirmed.
Yoongi allows himself a few seconds, choosing to watch the outline of your back, your shoulders, the slope of your neck. There’s not much difference anyway, given that each day is much the same.
-
Afternoons are bearable because Yoongi was able to steal some time for himself.
Leisurely, he re-familiarises himself with the map of the facility, the so-called ‘holistic’ practice meant for recovering addicts.
He hated that word.
Addict.
Like you’re some junkie, defeated by an entity the size of a thimble.
He walks the length of the arboretum, passing maple trees then weeping Spruce trees, coniferous trees, the like. Some patients walks amongst them, chatting as they loped together, their veins peeking through their sleeves, eyes bright and golden. The distance he covers reflects his contemplation, each lap is a moment to revisit his choices, to turn them into mistakes. To berate himself as you are tended to in some compound, glassy-eyed and vapid.
-
Have you tried talking to her, hyung? I’m sure that she’ll be able to hear you.
Yoongi tries again.
Pressed up next to you, arms side by side, he holds a copy of Citiesin his hand. He talks in a hushed voice, reading you the pre-amble, about how cities don’t just spring out of nowhere, they must be built.
Sometimes, you stir or mumble. It’s all intelligible, but it’s the most he’s heard from you ever since you got admitted. He takes what he can and speaks again, his voice more enthused.
“Galtea is nestled between the city of Dorea and Thanazt, a city which was sustained by agriculture from its inception. It was the primary source for crops for its surrounding municipalities…”
Your eyes remained unblinking, fixed to an arbitrary point on the opposite wall. There were no replies, nothing clever coming from your lips, no sound of laughter or teasing. Yoongi’s breath trembles slightly, his eyes begin to sting as the words in front of him cease to become readable.
Beneath the sheets, he reaches for your hand, twining his fingers with yours.
He ignores the slight tremor.
-
Seokjin exits the room after giving you something to calm you down.
Alone together, Yoongi curls up next to you as your breathing evens out. He still worries about your faint heartbeat. But he can’t deny the happiness that greets him when you blink, once, twice, then a third time.
“You’re here.”
He smiles at you, smoothing your hair down. The gold is still there, embedded in you. In times like these, he thinks he has you back.
“I built a city for you. I named it Galtea.”
I build all of my cities for you.
But then you leave him again, your eyes dimming, your body sagging onto the bed as the tremors returned. Your veins pulse through your skin, he grimaces, unsure why he can’t keep his eyes from brimming with tears when you’ve been like this for months.
He presses a kiss to your lips. They’re cold, as cold as they were in that dream he had. You remain inert. He takes your hand, clasps his palm against yours, waiting for a reply that would never arrive.
“I think it’ll be your favourite. The best one yet.”
-
It’s never happened before, Seokjin tells him, but you weren’t a typical patient.
Yoongi looks on as more hands fuss over your body, your head lolling to the side as they try to purge you of the toxicity. It’s an ugly reality that he can’t look away from.
Later, when he has settled his nerves, or at least kept them far enough to have a decent conversation, he gathers the courage to string words together.
“You said she wasn’t getting worse, hyung,” he said.
“She’s not getting better either,” Seokjin replied.
“When is the trial for that new drug? Is there any way you can put her on top of the list?”
Seokjin couldn’t even look at him in the eye.
“Truthfully, she’s not even eligible because she’s too weak. Your name can only get her so far, Yoongi-ah.”
After a few moments, Seokjin places a hand on his shoulder.
“Keep visiting her and keep doing what you’re doing. You don’t know how much this is helping her.”
Yoongi feels something in him slip away. He turns his head towards the long hallway as you thrashed against the soft restraints on your wrists and ankles.
-
The windows are open and the breeze is cold.
“I’m good friends with Hoseok now, I like Urban Planning. I have more time, I can visit you more often.”
Yoongi thinks you were nodding in agreement. He pretends that you do while he supports your head so that you don’t fall too forward. He says your name, swiping the pad of his thumb over your knuckle. He kisses your temple, taste the salt of your sweat, closing his eyes at the memory of you.
“I’m so sorry.”
You make a small noise, a hushed bleat.
He tucks you under his arm, stares out of the window at the snow covered structures of Imperial City. Endless swirls of ice, tiny snowflakes that are responsible for the crunch under his shoes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Mhm.”
Seconds pass, he waits, hopeful.
“Visit… more…”
Yoongi sits up, rigid. He leans back, holding you as gently and as adamantly as he could.
“I will,” he breathed, fingers pushing your hair away as you tilt your head. Sleepy eyes greet him but they stay on his, golden irises and gold dust lips.
“You built me a city… that’s… that’s very nice,” you said, a little drowsy. Yoongi laughed, surprised by how easy that was to come by.
“I did.”
He holds you as close as he could, “I’ll take you there, someday.”
More seconds, followed by the slump of your body.
“Mm.”
-
Yoongi understands that you have good days, now that he has more time to visit.
“How about walking to the arboretum?”
You shake your head, focused on painting an abstract picture. Vermillion coats the bristles of the paintbrush, it makes an arc on the parchment he brought for you.
“Can’t leave,” you muttered, offering him a small smile. He knits his brow, sitting by the foot of the bed as you dip the paintbrush in a different colour. Blue this time.
“How come?”
“There’s someone who told me that they’ll come back for me, so I have to wait for them.”
Yoongi clutches the side of the bed, his knuckles numb as his fingers lock over the material.
“Do you know who they are?”
You shake your head, stopping your painting to blink rapidly.
“So why wait?” He prods, trying to get your attention.
He sees your shrug, mixing the colours on the parchment. The paint is pushed past the lines, blurring into a dark mauve creation. The thick textures at the edge dry up, raked into shape by the hard bristles.
“They said that they’ll be here soon. That I shouldn’t go anywhere.”
Yoongi said that to you the day you entered this place. Again, he looks away, helpless.
-
When he’s apart from you, it takes him long minutes after he wakes to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a terrible dream.
Find someone to hold on to, Yoongi. Find someone you can love until the end.
-
The end of the year is in an hour. Snow falls heavier with each minute. Yoongi wraps a scarf around your neck, the same one he wears when travels to see you.
“Hey,” he whispered, fixing your hair as you made room on the bed.
“Hi.”
With your hands intertwined, he watches as the night descends over Imperial City. The Emperor has ceased work for everyone to see the city into the new year.
“You always come by,” you said softly.
Yoongi could only smile.
“I like the stories you tell me, reminds me of someone I know.”
The snow falls and falls, layering over buildings, pathways, and people. Yoongi opens his body up and you slot yourself where he did so.
“Want to hear about Galtea again?” He asked, bringing the sheets up to ensure that you were warm enough. He sniffed, though he knew that it wasn’t because of the drop in temperature. You nod.
“I built a bridge that connects each side of the city together. It would be nice to cross it after a trip to the theatre, or maybe after dinner.”
“Sounds nice…”
Yoongi wipes his eyes brusquely, his hand coming away wet at the heel of his palm. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything more. Then, he feels your touch, your own fingers over his.
“They always told me that when the year ends, there was a place they’d like to go to… a cottage with a red door.”
Yoongi clears his throat, stifling a particularly aching sob that threatened to come out. You smile at him.
“Would you like to come with us one day?”
He tightens his grip over your hand, his smile trembling at the corners of his lips.
Summary:The city is finally taking shape. Yoongi works diligently to see it through, but memory can be a cruel thing. And so, while he build the perfect city, he hurtles towards a broken reality. Perhaps some things can’t be remedied by hope.
Warnings/Tags: RATED T for implied/referenced drug use; implied/referenced drug addiction; angst; brief depictions of war; implied/referenced PTSD; minor character death; the tags areheavy, so proceed with caution; I’ve tried to be as vague as possible but still - Alternate Universe Fantasy/Magical Realism ft.Architect!Min Yoongi.
Jimin leaves and for the first time in a while, Yoongi was able to draw something without erasing it after a few seconds. Not quite allowing himself to admit it yet, he acknowledges that this will be his legacy. He has overseen the design and construction of countless cities, all different but all with his mark.
But this one, this utopia, is one that will stand for centuries, long after he’s gone.
When he closes his eyes, slowly, the image of you comes together as if he was sketching you,. The graphite of his pencil becomes more deliberate, the delicate components slide along the rough surface of the paper. Dusting off the excess, he discovers lines and curves from his own hand, simple when viewed individually, but together it forms the utopia. An apotheosis of sorts.
A city in borne out of the echoes of your voice, the curve of your smile, and the light in your eyes.
Soon, the parchment is filled, and the new city comes to light.
Only when the final drafts were finalised in the early hours of dawn did Yoongi allow himself to sleep.
-
“You’ve come a long way, Yoongi,” you said, your arms draped over his neck while you sat on his lap. In front, on the kitchen table was an invitation to the Imperial Gala. In cursive, emerald script was his name, his position, and the relevant time and date.
It’s been a few months since your time at the facility. You were back to work, wearing contacts to shield the obvious glow in your irises. You were painting again and Yoongi was able to restart and focus at work.
Happiness didn’t become as fleeting as he feared.
“Would you like to come with me?” He asked, securing you more onto his lap. Gala’s weren’t something he aspired to, preferring to keep pushing and build more and more. But to have you there in support would alleviate every discomfort. It was nice to be able to rely on each other again.
“I’d like that,” you said, tracing the raised font with your finger.
“I’m glad that you’ll be able to come with me,” he adds. You lean back, a small smile gracing your lips.
“I’m glad that you’re taking me. That makes me happy more than anything,” you said, hugging him suddenly.
Taking the invitation, you turn it over and find the map of Imperial City he helped to build. You trace the details, subconsciously thumbing the areas you’ve been to together. Here, you take as many strolls as you could, see as many plays as your energy allowed.
“I’m glad that you’re happy,” he said, searching your eyes.
Your contacts were elsewhere and the gold shone in vivid pulses. He feels your arms tighten over his shoulders, he welcomes it because it was better than the previous state your were in: barely able to hold onto him while submerged in a state of blankness.
“Promise me something,” you whispered.
His chest constricts, his heart hammering in a heavy thud.
Anything,” he murmurs, he has nothing but fondness for you.
You give him a small smile, your fingers tender along his scalp. The gold runs around your irises like a river of glitter. It’s in your veins too, your body failing to contain its mark. Even if it was poison though, it was eerily beautiful on you.
“Promise me that everything will be alright.”
-
Yoongi resents himself for failing to keep that promise.
Each night he spends alone in the home you shared, each night he sweeps his arm over the empty space where you were meant to be, he wiles away the hours steadfast in his misery.
He asks himself as question that there was no answer to.
Could I have done more?
-
“This looks… amazing, hyung.”
Namjoon said it with enthusiasm, punctuated by an awed exhale. Yoongi blinks. He didn’t realise what he had started. The lines of fine lead slashed the parchment, the smooth charcoal coming out in an easy glide. It produces harsh arcs and sharp points, the finer details were duly incorporated. All together, it looked promising.
“It’s just a draft.”
Namjoon gives him sympathetic smile. Yoongi knows that he looks forlorn, rarely showing a smile these days. He doesn’t bother with eating regularly, he goes home late and comes in early. But it’s been days since this breakthrough and he wasn’t going to waste it. Who knew when he would be this productive again.
“It looks good, hyung.”
“Thanks.”
As soon as Namjoon was out of sight, Yoongi reaches for the roll of parchment on the far corner of his desk.
-
The gala wasn’t so bad when Yoongi had someone to dance with. The elaborate ceilings, the endless food that flowed from the cornucopia in the centre, things that he tried to detach himself from were bearable for the night. He showed you off to everyone he knew, dancing and laughing like you were back in Galtea, where your dreams went only as far as the next day. Even if your eyes were hidden behind artificial lenses to conceal the gold, he didn’t care, you were radiant.
Afterwards, you lay together in bed, buzzed. There’s a worn copy of Cities that Yoongi returns to, rescued from the rubble of his university. Your back is to his chest and you both trace where ancient cities used to be and are now built over. Yoongi appreciates when the banal becomes transcendant, like reading together. In flipping a page or tracing illustrations over and over, there was a sense of possibility. He grasps for moments like these, wanting the seconds to stretch out into hours.
“I heard it’s lovely in Eufemea, always sunny and warm,” you murmured.
“We can go there sometime, when you want to,” he offered, separating your hair with his fingers. You don’t assent, however. Your willingness to stay in a dream almost sends him into anguish; he embraces you, trying to minimise the pain of your silence.
“I wish I was more like you,” you said, changing positions to your arm folded beneath your head, bare skin sticky beneath the sheets. Yoongi’s brows furrowed. Moonlight makes it through the expansive windows, the shafts break on the curve of your body.
“Me? I lack in a lot of ways. I get stuck, I don’t - ”
“But you’re brave. You know how to get unstuck. If you’re talking about someone who’s stuck, you’re really talking about me. In Galtea, I’d probably be working in that club till I died or until the patrons got sick of me. And now… “
You look away because you’re reminded that Yoongi could see the gold in your eyes. The ceiling becomes your focus, and your profile becomes his.
War showed up differently, depending on who you were.
He twists his finger in your hair in quiet appreciation. He senses that you’re still running away in your thoughts and he desperately wanted to follow you.
“But you’re out now, you’re here and far away from anything that could hurt you,” he reassures.
You turn your face, the gold pulses brighter after you blink.
“Because of you.”
-
“What are those structures underground?”
Namjoon slid a steaming mug of coffee towards Yoongi to supplement his question.
“Just something I wanted to add, you know, if the inhabitants wanted to have some fun,” Yoongi answered calmly.
“Never seen that in any of your previous designs, hyung,” Namjoon replied, “but it might be unsafe if you build it too far below,” he mused.
“It shouldn’t be, they’re not that big anyway, like sweaty boxes beneath the floor.”
Yoongi thinks about the fluorescent lights, the way you would traverse the cramped space, the tray lifted high, the liquid in the glasses sloshing but never spilling. Warmth coats those memories, despite the lights being almost always blue.
“You’ve added a lot of bridges,” Namjoon murmured, pointing to several drawings that arch over a river. Yoongi smiles to himself, sketching out a grand theatre.
“Wouldn’t they be nice if you wanted to go for an evening stroll?”
“Or after going to the theatre, you can walk along the length of them,” Yoongi adds.
Namjoon hums, “sounds incredibly romantic.”
Yoongi replies in a light laugh.
It really is.
-
“I’m ready to go back, Yoongi. I can’t be here forever.”
You held his hands, tilting your head slightly so he could look at you.
He hates that he can see gold before the true colour of your eyes.
“Are you sure? It might be too soon…”
It’s been a month since you came back from the facility. Objectively, things were good. You were following the programme faithfully, diverting the urges to more productive things. The apartment is filled with your canvases and new projects. You knitted him a scarf that he uses from time to time.
“Remember what you promised me.”
Yoongi inhaled deeply. It was his job to tell you that things would be alright but here you were, prompting him instead.
“Okay.”
-
As the Chief Architect of this city, Yoongi had privileges. For one, he could control the admission of contraband such as drugs or speakeasies.
He sees the drug that leads to gold irises and comatose.
Another image materialises: you in the chair, pumped full of that liquid concoction in an attempt to trick your body into thinking that it could survive without it.
This was his legacy. A city he forged to preserve what you meant to him.
With a heavy hand, he crosses it out until he could no longer see the words.
-
Yoongi watches, leaning his body against the frame of the door for support. It’s your first day back to work. He observes how you curl your index finger at the back of your shoe, slotting your foot in. On your shoulder was a leather sling bag with the usual art supplies, your apron, and the papers to explain your absence.
“Call me if you need anything, I won’t be able to catch your message on time if you text,” he warns, his eyes darting over your figure.
You turn to him, your eyes in their normal shade, the gold aptly hidden by contacts. When you smiled, he does too.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
He chews the inside of his cheek as you round the corner to go to the elevator.
A part of him thinks that it might not be fine.
Another part of him, the part that he clings to, hopes that it would be.
-
Memory is a choice that Yoongi would rather relinquish.
He was doing sogood, getting back to his usual rhythm. It was unhealthy, yes, but the prolonged periods of concentration was what he was used to. Eating, sleeping, and even bathing came secondary. In those moments, he felt like himself: like he had a purpose.
Yoongi runs his finger over the buttons of the phone, it’s late and he’s restless. His home is far too large, far too cavernous to concentrate. He used to love having a space that, upon the first glance, never seemed to end. Back when he was young, he and family all lived on top of each other, privacy was a luxury he never thought he’d be able to afford.
Now, it’s all glass windows coupled with walnut accents to break up the enormity of it all. The lights were switched off and the rain drums endlessly against the window. In the silence, he realises that the glass walls he’s built for himself were the cruelest. He can see through them but there was no way out.
“I don’t think what I’m making will be worthy of anything, much less the Emperor,” he said to the mouthpiece.
Below, he sees the Imperial City become drenched with rain, the sheets of water distorting the neon signage on several buildings into psychedelic whorls.
“Breathe, Yoongi-ah.”
He tries.
In and out.
In…
and…
out.
“I want it to be perfect, I want it to mean something but I can’t see how I can make something like that,” he said.
“It’s alright, Yoongi-ah. It will be fine. When do you leave?”
Yoongi blinks rapidly.
Is it already the end of the month?
At Seokjin’s comment, he gives a cursory glance at the paper calendar that hung near the door to the kitchen. It’s a couple of weeks until the visit.
That was the reason to the disruption of his productivity.
“I still have time,” he said, sitting back down on his desk. The parchment is still blank, his pencil stays sharp and unused. He’s right back where he started.
“Just try. Try to look ahead rather than in the past this time.”
But Yoongi can’t think beyond the past when he ought to dream of the future. He stays in your embrace, in the soft murmur of your voice, the heat of the first city he saw destroyed, the gravel of the cobbled path you both traversed. He remembers his parents, the slums, the starvation that tainted his youth. He remembers the first night at AMBROX, the small squares that dissolved on his tongue, the smiles you couldn’t wipe off as you stumbled through the door of the apartment.
Earlier, he was so sure that he could capture you and make a city based on a feeling.
He grips the phone until his knuckles go numb.
“I’ll try.”
-
Yoongi finds the small, square stickers in your drawer when folding clothes from the laundry. You were still at work and wouldn’t be home until after the day has officially ended. That was no too long from now.
He arranges them on his palm, wonders how something minute and opaque could be so potent.
Yoongi never thought his patience could ever reach a state of finite. Selfishly, he thinks that it was an insult to relinquish control to the unremarkable squares on his palm. Your addiction was vile and robbed you of your own mind. The facility never prepared him for when living in the present was no longer effective, there was no fresh beginnings and in truth, he was tired.
As soon as he hears the front door open, he closes his eyes and sighs at the ceiling. He had been fooled by you, blinded with trust that things could get better. Resentment pierces the fog in his chest, he shouldn’t have chosen that part of him that hoped.
“Yoongi?”
He crushes them in his palm.
“In here.”
You emerged through the doorway. From afar, the contacts faltered in hiding the gold that fought though. He follows your eyes to the open drawer, then to his palm.
“Yoongi…”
“Have you been using again?”
You pressed your lips in a thin line, ashamed. It’s in the way your posture shrinks away from him, anchored by the vice-like grip your hands had on the door frame. It wasn’t quite fear in your eyes, but… relief.
You didn’t care that he knew.
“I need to hear it from you. Have you been using again?”
He breathes life into the thoughts that he fought tooth and nail to stay buried. A part of him knew that it would never work the way he wanted it to. That to be surrounded by everything that insulated you from poverty, destitution, and scarcity didn’t really matter. Not when you were deteriorating before his eyes. So he protects himself by wielding his anger. It was too large, growing from this obtuse feeling to something beyond conscious repression.
“We’ve talked about this, we’ve done every single step, I’ve gone to every single appointment with you, why can’t you just…” His voice is unlike his own, it sounds more authoritative. He thinks this is how the Emperor addresses his adversaries, his chest puffed up, and eyes ablaze.
You shrink back, he could almost see the self-recrimination stirring in your gold irises. Yoongi hated gold, he hated what it represented, he hated what it did to you, to him.
The gap increases, he lets it.
“Fucking talk to me,” he said, his voice ending in a tremor, his chest is tight, and the tips of his fingers are cold.
“Yoongi, it was just once. I wasn’t going to take the rest,” you said, your back hitting the wall. “It was a mistake.”
Something in his jaw ticks, his molars clenching with the force capable of grinding it flat. He was a fool to think that of all things that could awry, he counted you relapsing as an exception.
“It was a mistake,” you said again, more feeble this time, aware of the farcical nature of your admission.
He thought about leaving you then, it came to him in the span of seconds. He would have left you and never looked back.
The mistake wasn’t yours. It was his for thinking that he could trust you.
-
Contrary to his reservations, the proposal that Yoongi’s sends through is approved in less than a day.
In front was the official seal from the Emperor and a well-intentioned hamper of celebratory items. Namjoon pours the bubbling champagne into a spare flute while Jungkook examines the label of the wine near the corner of the stack.
“Congratulations, hyung!” He beamed, his eyes shining.
Yoongi exhales, letting the tensions in his shoulders dissolve. Jungkook hums and helps himself to a glass of whiskey instead. The final plans were laid out neatly in front of them and Yoongi meets Jungkook in the eye soon after he reads the name of the utopia he has built.
Galtea.
Chief Architect: Min Yoongi
Construction commencement date: Expedited.
“This really is beautiful, hyung,” Jungkook said, his eyes scanning the rendered structures.
Yoongi nods, lips in a straight line. But he thinks that if you were here, you’d say the same thing.
-
While you were back in the facility, Yoongi thinks up a city that was meant to prosper like flowers that turn towards the sun. It was the most involved he’s ever been, overseeing its construction at every stage.
On the day when the gates are bolted to their place, he rushes to pick you up. You shield your eyes from the sun, already smiling. Sola was as cheerful as its inhabitants, complete with buildings as tall as they can be, linked together with vines from each point. It’s a city in constant movement, windmills attached to the roofs of houses, stuccoed belvederes at the highest points, and gilded weather vanes twirling in the wind.
Usually, it takes a lot of effort to even think of a city on your own. But Sola materialised in less than a week.
He thinks that the things that saved him would save you too.
So he builds and builds, tireless in the face of looming defeat.
“It’s wonderful, Yoongi.”
He looks at your eyes, now bloodshot with gold. It hurts a little to see you this way so his hand leads you forward.
“C’mon. I’ve got more to show you.”
-
As soon as the location for Galtea was finalised, Namjoon accompanies Yoongi to check the inventory.
“Will you go back to Urban Planning when this is over?”
Yoongi flips the paper over the clipboard, everything was accounted for. He thinks of Hoseok and the office in the lower floors.
“They’re waiting for me,” he replied, “this was just a favour for the Emperor.”
Namjoon clenches his jaw, “you’ve truly outdone yourself with this one, hyung.”
Yoongi fights the urge to bite his nails. They were were behind large slabs of marble in one of the warehouses in Imperial City. Several of the foremen chatter nearby, Yoongi wanted to stay alert for any queries.
“Is it because of her?”
Namjoon sets his eyes on him, showing that he knew more than he cared to impart. The clipboard nearly drops from his grasp. A foreman waves him over, much to Yoongi’s relief.
“Did something happen to her, hyung?”
The tension returns on his shoulders. He walks away, leaving Namjoon’s question suspended in the air.
-
Days after you were released, things regained a semblance of routine. You paint while Yoongi takes as many days off as he can. It’s fine, he’s saved enough for rainy days like these.
Currently, you were staring at him from behind an enormous canvas. He blushes from the attention, turning the page of a book he’s picked up to occupy him. The story was a folklore, about a girl who fell down a crevice and her lover, who discovered her too late.
“Haven’t you done enough portraits of me?”
You shake your head, setting the paintbrush down so you could straddle him, carding your fingers through his hair, always in a determined arc to appear smart. He knew you preferred it mussed so he doesn’t stop you.
“It can never be enough, not when you’re my muse.”
A blush blooms in his cheeks, his mouth daring him to smile.
“Ah, I preferred it when we weren’t talking,” he confessed.
You laughed, kissing him enthusiastically.
During these times, Yoongi allowed himself to pretend.
-
The building of Galtea takes less than two months. Yoongi stands above a parapet as workers fashioned its parameters precisely.
It’s a glorious city borne from a treacherous past. Yoongi revived it, pulling out its structures from the ashes of war. It overflows with abundance. New buildings made from new materials, new and improved landmarks, and new faces to inhabit it. In a way, this utopia had no connection to the former Galtea other than through its name. Yoongi tried to preserve the fragments of what gave it its splendor: the theatre, the town hall, and the bridge.
But it means something different now. The city carries your essence in every corner, like a trace of perfume.
It results in enchantment and a grin on Yoongi’s face that he couldn’t quite wipe off.
He finds himself sitting in a café by the gates, cupping his chin with his hand. Streams of people walk through, their eyes filled with wonder. He knows that it’s better than anything else he’s created, leaps and bounds from Palatia, Arora, or Sola. It’s a city that shall never be plundered nor deserted. More surprisingly, having it in front of him was something that thaws him. A feeling that evaded him until now.
“You did it, hyung,” Jungkook said, smiling at a couple who ambled along a bridge, stopping to point at the kaleidoscope river.
Yoongi licks his lips, finally allowing himself to breath a sigh he had been holding back.
-
The final city that Yoongi builds before leaving for the Urban Planning department was Juria. It’s inhabitants are frugal, meek, and morally righteous. The Emperor was annoyed and wanted to spend less. Yoongi delivers by building a city made up of steel and concrete.
At home, things were bleak. Your irises shine gold and all you could do was remain at home. Yoongi makes enough for the both of you but he was in the office for most of the day. He wishes that he was able to split himself in half, to spare you the eerie silence of the apartment for hours on end.
Demoting himself to Urban Planning meant that he only needed to be in the office three times a week. He tried to trick himself into thinking that it was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Namjoon doesn’t cart his desk into storage, keeps his instruments clean and dusted. Yoongi feels nothing, consumed by this need to guard you.
Each day, he sweeps the apartment for anything you would hide.
Yet each night, he comes back he finds you in the corner of the bedroom, staring out into the window. Your eyes are unresponsive but they glow, golden rings in a sea of bloodshot veins.
You don’t even talk to each other, adversaries in your own home.
-
Hoseok’s eyebrows shoot up at the article.
Galtea has proved to be a beloved city. The Emperor lauds Chief Architect, Min Yoongi: “This is a true Utopia.”
Yoongi couldn’t even look at him in the eye, his face burning from embarrassment.
“This is huge, hyung. Your city made it on the headlines! Are you sure you want to stay with us here?” Hoseok said, jokingly.
It’s a few days before Yoongi intends to visit you and his nerves have prevented him from sleeping properly. He wears the dark circles under his eyes in heavy-lidded blinks, his lips parched of moisture.
Everyone knew about Galtea apart from you.
“It’s just a favour for Emperor,” he said, chewing his bottom lip. The skin splits and blood rushes out, he keeps it tucked under his teeth, tasting the copper.
“Still hyung, it would be a waste your talent on making barracks or concrete structures.”
Urban Planning was responsible for making lacklustre buildings for cities that still have impoverished streets. The sole criteria was whether it was good enough to sleep in. Once that was satisfied, the Emperor was free of his conscience and neglected certain populace. There was no thought or art put into it.
This was a consequence of greed. There was no need to drive people from their homes, lest it should signal an uprising. Such chances were low, if not, zero. Perhaps the Emperor realised this far too late, bowing under the pressure of the cities he’s conquered. In the end, this boundless exertion to conquer ended up being less than what it was.
“They’ll be fine without me,” Yoongi said, pushing the article away. Hoseok shook his head, firm in his belief.
“You’re different, hyung. You have talent, you can create.”
Yoongi thinks of Jungkook, how he would suit his desk instead after his apprenticeship was finished.
“I’m not so different if I can be easily replaced.”
-
It’s the eleventh month and snow covers the whole of Imperial City.
After a gruelling shift at Urban Planning, Yoongi sees you, curled up small by the piano. Not fast enough, he drops to his knees, hauling you up. Your eyes are glazed over, gold dust in the corner of your lips.
It was hard to come back and find you like this. You don’t even hide anymore. But it was even harder for him to not be able to do anything about it.
He says your name, forcing his worried tone in the back of his throat so it can come out in a soothing whisper. He caresses your cheek, pretending that he’s not touching clammy skin. You mumble something incoherent, twitching again, your veins blazing like golden roots under your skin. He hated to think that this was the only time you’d feel peace.
“Mmh… Yoongi,” you slurred, twisting away from him.
He holds on to you, sitting you up properly, cradling your head to prevent it from dropping forward. Your clothes were just about soaked with sweat, so he lifts the hem and leaves you in your underwear.
It’s like this nowadays.
“I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.”
With your bare skin on show, he sees more of the gold that made your veins glow. It pulses in the same rhythm as your heartbeat.
Your addiction has gotten worse but he pretends.
It was just a passing fever and not as a result of a crippling obsession wreaking havoc in your body.
Some part of him nags that it was his fault.
So all he ever did was pretend.
-
Namjoon finds Yoongi filling out a form to request for time off. It’s longer than what he would previously request, but he thinks he needs more time.
“Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“Where do you go at the end of every month?”
Yoongi halts his writing, sits so upright that he seemed instantly rigid. Namjoon cleared his throat, not understanding that he unknowingly crossed a boundary.
“Not very far,” he said.
“I’m sure it’s not your fault, hyung.”
Yoongi’s inhaled sharply.
“What do you know?”
Taken aback, Namjoon hands him a pencil that managed to roll of the surface of his desk. Yoongi resumes his task, content that he wasn’t going to be asked further questions.
-
The final night, Yoongi is cradling you, murmuring hollow words in your ear.
It’s fine. It’s alright. I’ll help you, you’ll get better. I promise.
You’re unresponsive in his arms and all he could do was hold you, whispering empty promises as the flashing lights pierce the gloom of the apartment.
-
Yoongi thinks that he’s a person left alone rather than being alone.
In preparation, Yoongi packs a bag with items that were familiar to you. A small sketchbook, a couple of your favourite brushes and paints, a few pencils. On top, he places a photo album of all of your captured memories together. The gilded frame on the cover carried the picture of you and him in front of Arora. He takes his time, meticulous in the way he arranges them so when you were able to seek out personal items, your delight would grow.
Later, to pass the time, he reads articles about Galtea .
Its people are happy. They walk along its bridges, attend the plays in the elaborate theatres he’s incorporated. The underground clubs thrive nightly, its town hall hosts festivals where everyone can take part. In this Galtea, the sun shines just enough to ensure that the crops are plentiful. There is no such things as outskirts and its people aren’t starving.
He curls up, somewhat nauseous in the large bed, with its dark walnut frame, drowning in the space of it all. He embraces a pillow that isn’t you, hear the creak on the floorboards that weren’t yours, and track the shadows that fall on him knowing that they were from the outside.
It frightened him that he has to conjure you in this way, as if he is embracing the thought of you since the real version was always going to be out of reach.
Two days before, he visits Galtea again. He wanders along the streets with a cloak hiding his face. Each step sounds the same, he got every detail down to the bricks on the floor, the slant of the buildings, the vibrant tapestries that hang on bronze poles. He reaches the place were you first spoke to each other, but now, instead of lines for food, there are cafés, restaurants, and bistros.
Incidentally, it’s a city for everything left that’s important to him.
It’s a utopia that will outlast any war, any threat, or strife.
A city for you.
Past its walls, in a vantage point that only he knows, was the view of a humble cottage. It’s the same one in his dream. He had to bargain with the foremen with ordering completely different materials for its construction but it got built, down to the red, lacquered door. For now, it stays empty.
One day, he wants to take you there and start over.
One day, he’d liked to sit across from you as you painted him. He would never complain anymore when you would tell him to sit still.
One day, he hopes to watch Galtea with you from the best point, where you could see the city glow under the stars.
Summary:Yoongi wants to build a utopia based on how he feels.But he fears that all that is left is ugly, festering emotions. In spite of that, he remembers that he had hope, once.
Warnings/Tags: RATED T for implied/referenced drug use; implied/referenced drug addiction; angst; brief depictions of war; implied/referenced PTSD; minor character death; the tags areheavy, so proceed with caution; I’ve tried to be as vague as possible but still - Alternate Universe Fantasy/Magical Realism ft.Architect!Min Yoongi.
For one, Yoongi was able to work through his emotions alone. Mostly keeping to himself, it was an unspoken rule to those around him that he preferred to have his head down, hard at work. Solitary as he was in his habits, he liked being an island. Besides, those he worked with didn’t carry the same burden he did. The claws of guilt breaking the grooves of his brain becomes as easy as drawing breath in the quiet of the night. He didn’t need grating small talk to add to the fatigue.
But there are also drawbacks. Like the obvious sympathy conveyed in concerned stares. Namjoon was always helpless at the face of Yoongi’s torment. Then came the overwhelming emotion of ineptness that followed the lack of inspiration he feels. To miss you was to miss himself as a person and as a creator of cities.
“Hyung, it’s past three, you should go home and rest.”
Yoongi shakes his head even though they’re conversing over the phone.
“I have to get over this, whatever this is. I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened before,” he said after a while.
The glass in front of him is empty, the ice cubes diluting the whiskey collected at the bottom.
“Is it hard to revisit those memories, hyung?”
Yoongi surprises himself with his answer.
“No. Those times were the happiest I ever was.”
Namjoon inhales sharply and Yoongi senses that there were questions at the tip of his tongue.
“You always work hard and I don’t think the Emperor wouldn’t trust you this much if you didn’t make good cities.”
Just then, it began to rain, blurring the outside scenery into a cascade of watery colours. Yoongi rubs his temple with his index and middle finger, tugging the skin against his skull. All he ever did was live in a cycle of pain these days.
“I don’t think working hard can always guarantee success,” he replied.
“All of the magnificent cities you built were as a result of your hard work, hyung. You poured everything into constructing those new homes,” Namjoon continued.
But Yoongi didn’t want to remember.
Remembering conjures not only the images of the cities he made, but also of images of you. He rocked the crystalline tumbler to and fro. The amber liquid tipped to the side, rendered pale under the moonlight.
“Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day, hyung.”
The line goes dead and Yoongi’s alone.
He’s alone as he traverses the apartment. Everything remains more or less the same and he tries to erode the memories he’s attached to the place and its items. If he can’t find happiness, the least he could do is accept the face of his own misery.
A mug was just a mug. Not something special that he kept because you told him you found the chipped rim unique. The easel leaning against the wall of his office, which used to be belong to you, he used to hang random things. There was no paint left in the house and the finished work you had hanging on the wall, he stored elsewhere. Conscious forgetting helps the raw ache in his chest, a Pavlovian conditioning he fashioned against the abyss that awaited him in his thoughts.
Yoongi is honest but never with himself.
There was nothing he could do to bring you back, so he stays where he was, remembering to forget.
-
With a couple of cities under his portfolio, Yoongi begins to make serious money.
Imperial City had a notorious night life and it was unavoidable to live in its walls without getting your hands a little dirty. Those hard to get places were scarcely advertised but you and Yoongi were at the wrong place at the right time.
AMBROX was a known and exclusive club catering for those at the upper echelons of society. Yoongi was eligible because of the status in his ID. The Imperial Seal could get you almost anywhere. Inside was a basement space, cushioned in crushed velvet walls where the patrons were ushered into smaller rooms hidden by thick curtains. It smelled sweet, like bursts of vanilla were injected in the air every second or two.
“Is this really how the other half live?” You whispered, rubbing your arm.
Yoongi’s eyes darted along the main reception area. He saw employees gathering coats and jackets, others were talking with patrons, their smiles a little to wide, implicitly asking for a tip. He passes someone heading out, their irises were like gold rings, burning bright in the dim interior.
“It might be how some spend their free time,” he guessed, distracted by an usher who gently took his jacket from him.
You stuck close, your fingers curling over his as you were taken to an even darker booth. Few words were exchanged between you and the server as a silver tray appears on the small table. The sofa’s were comfortable, moulding to the contours of his back.
The lid is lifted and you look at the server.
“First time?” They asked, their tone hinting boredom.
In front were two shot glasses, two pills, and a small container with two square stickers, small enough to be discrete.
“How do you want it?” They asked, setting the lid down next to the tray.
Yoongi doesn’t even get a chance to speak before you reached forward, taking the small container. The server nods, waving his fingers over the rejected options. The shot glasses and pills disappear in a plume of vanilla scented smoke. Soon after, they leave, overlapping the curtains for privacy.
“Yoongi, look,” you said, placing an opaque square sticker on his palm.
You don’t wait before placing it on the wet surface of your tongue, humming as it dissolves in no time. He swallowed thickly as your eyes become flecked with gold, your pupils blowing to an impossibly wide size. You laughed, no, giggledas you folded into yourself, the side your head hitting the back of the couch in a muffled thump.
“Try it,” you coaxed, pushing his palm up near his mouth. You were always the one willing to try things, willing to go a step further than him with anything.
At your suggestion, he places it at the tip of his tongue, shivering slightly at the saccharine taste. He smiles like you did, feeling like he was wading through honey. A sickly and syrupy weight descended upon his bones, if he moved, it was in slow motion. When he closed his eyes, he saw visions of cities he had yet to build.
Yoongi laughed with you, threading your fingers together. You were so beautiful under the light, aglow in his gaze. He grins, tracing the line of your jaw, wanting to say something.
What did I want to say again?
You come closer, kissing him artificially. It was more of a peck than anything but he feels his heart swell within his ribcage.
“‘Am meant to say something,” he mumbled, lost in your touch. You nod, bumping your forehead against his.
“Feels good, right?” You asked, brushing your thumb on the high point of his cheekbone.
Yeah. It does.
Inexplicably so.
Later, when caught his reflection on the way out, he sees his own eyes have a bright ring of gold against the brown. You stumble out, laughing like a pair of fools, hands outstretched to the sky in wonder.
In the taxi, you sighed in bliss, your nose pressed against the crook of his neck.
“Yoongi?”
“Mn?”
“That was nice,” you murmured, your breath so soft on his skin. He squeezes your hand in his, clammy from being pressed together at the palms, your fingertips come up cold. He meets the driver’s eyes through the mirror, they dart back on the road as quickly as they landed on him.
“Think you could you get used to it?” He asked, searching your face. The gold is fainter now, but you still had an expression of bliss through your half-lidded eyes and easy smile.
“Your promotion or being high?”
He shrugs, the view from the window outside is a blur of colours. Imperial City shines in the night as it does in the day.
“Everything.”
-
A knock at the door startles Yoongi from his uncomfortable sleep. He stretches, taking his time given that the visitor arrived at an ungodly hour. He leaves the couch, pushing his hair back with a damp palm.
“Hyung, it’s been a while.”
Jimin greets him with a shock of pink hair, his irises aglow in a bright, metallic gold.
“Come in.”
He waves the younger man inside, unashamed of the clutter that decorated the hallway. Jimin side-steps the mountain of shoes that spilled from the alcoves, then pretends not to notice the growing amount of dishes stacked like a tower on the sink. The apartment is submerged in darkness but even that couldn’t drive away the oppressive atmosphere of decay.
“Hyung…”
Yoongi sighed and dragged the chair back, waving for Jimin to take a seat.
“How come you’re here?”
Jimin takes a moment to reply. He looks at the multiple drafts of unfinished cities that buried the mahogany table.
“You called me, hyung.”
Yoongi blinks at the younger man’s reply.
“I did?”
Jimin nods, watching Yoongi’s face pinch at something that slipped his mind.
“You said you wanted to talk about something.”
Yoongi cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was worth being embarrassed over. Everyone knew he was having a harder time than most. Jimin lowered his gaze, thumbing the abandoned designs. The rain stopped and the buildings glisten on all sides.
I wanted to talk about her.
“It’s for work.”
-
When Yoongi had some time off, he liked to stay at home. Thinking drained his energy and spending time with you recharged him. Though he would never be explicit in that, some things he liked to keep to himself.
But he knew it showed, especially in moments like these.
“Don’t laugh. This is harder than it looks, okay?” You said, dropping a pencil, then wincing as it rolled on the floor.
You were in front of his drafting table, the angle being too steep. Yoongi is reclined on the sofa opposite, a smile creeping up his lips as you made a preliminary sketch.
“I’m not laughing,” he retorted, dragging his hand over his face to hide the twitch in the corner of his mouth.
“I heard you.”
Yoongi coughed and inhaled deeply, “I was going to fall asleep so what you heard was a yawn.”
You sighed, and he allowed himself to smile.
“Wow, you’re so supportive and romantic. I don’t build cities for a living you know. I just teach kids how to paint.”
Yoongi turns his head to the side, sees you with a concentrated look on your face. In this new life you paint and teach at a prestigious high school even without much qualifications. Both of you live with more than what you had envisioned for yourselves.
“Want me to be supportive and romantic? Like that old film you always talked about? Ghost, was it?”
Before Galtea was reduced to rubble, you would talk to him about a film you saw once at the theatre. You would tell him that they had salvaged some copies of films from the past, films that were at least hundreds of years old. The one scene you would always go back to was the characters shaping some clay. To him, it sounded bothersome as creating things tended to be solitary, at least in the beginning. He deemed that the previous inhabitants of the world seemed more romantic then, at least in their scripts.
“You want me to recreate something like that and be romantic? Like sit behind you and guide the pencil with my hand on yours?”
He could envision you smiling behind the drafting table, rubbing your nose out of habit.
“No…” you trailed off, your eyes practically beckoning him to do the opposite.
The pencil glides over the parchment, he thinks you might on the cusp of creating something but there was no harm in helping you out. He gets up, crossing the distance and settles behind you. With his legs flanking yours, he layers his grip on your hand, pinching your fingertips to control the pencil.
Comfortable, you leant back, resting on his chest, letting him guide the lines over the imaginary city you’ve constructed. There were details you incorporated, columns that ended in stars, what looked like an observatory in the centre, houses that floated above the ground. He feels an idea flower in his mind. You hold his wrist with your free hand, adding another point to a different star.
“You’ve been thinking about your own city?”
You hummed.
“When I was at the orphanage, I spent a lot of time on the roof. I was tired of looking down, I wanted to be part of something infinite.”
And Yoongi understood.
It’s not quite Galtea, but something else altogether.
“I can make this real if you like.”
You shift your hold so that you were holding his hand. He couldn’t see your expression with your back turned to him.
“You drawing it is enough.”
-
“How are things back in your home?” Yoongi asked, pushing a crystalline tumbler towards Jimin.
The pink haired boy shrugs, chewing his bottom lip after he tipped his head back, the whiskey draining from the glass.
“Same old thing, hyung. My parents don’t let me out of their sight, I can’t work for more than three hours at a time.”
Yoongi remembers Jimin’s affluent upbringing, the palatial homes of Eriteria spanned acres, complete with copious orangeries. The sun always shone in Eriteria and Jimin was a golden child of prosperity and wealth.
“Do you miss it?”
The whiskey gets refilled to a third of the glass.
“Miss what?”
Jimin tips his head back in an almost violent snap, widening his mouth so that the amber liquid is deposited in an effortless cascade. His irises pulse in a glittery ring of gold, his rose hair falling back into place in a deliberate curve over his brow. Yoongi thinks he should choose his words carefully but abandons that task. He was never was one to pry but he was tired of pondering.
“Being high.”
Jimin frowns, pinching his eyebrows together. The gold in his irises flash with every blink. Yoongi can’t change things so seeks out answers that drip venom to his conscience.
“I don’t know. Sometimes, I miss feeling like… nothing.”
Yoongi thinks about the time when you began hiding the square stickers, your averted gaze when you knew your irises would shine unnaturally. Those became permanent if you were getting a steady supply and your eyes lit up like the stars.
“Why did you get into it?”
Jimin adjusts himself on his seat, his posture loosening like a puppet with its strings cut. The whiskey Yoongi had was imported, aged and sublime. It also sank in your blood easily, another high. Yoongi watches as Jimin picks at the skin on his thumb, pinching it with his teeth then pulls.
“I dunno, it felt good for a start -”
Yoongi remembers.
“And I thought I was in control. I didn’t go looking for it or anything, it just fell on my lap. Before, it was hard for me to stop thinking. When I got high, it was like everything stopped and I was just… floating.”
Jimin’s tone takes on a dreamy cadence, as if he was back in that drug-addled headspace.
“Do you think it was the same for her?” He asked, meeting Jimin in the eye.
“Could be. I’ve spoken to others who had our problem, they said that things slowed. The drug was great for people who couldn’t get out of their head, ironically enough.”
Yoongi sighed, taking another swig because he was extrapolating again. There weren’t any answers he could gleam and those that he could always left a bitter taste on his tongue.
“I think it’s because of the war. We didn’t see each other for a long time after Galtea fell, she never told me what happened to her during that time either.”
Jimin rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip, toying with the tumbler in his hand. Yoongi knew that the addiction won over him, as steady as the vines that crept along the walls of abandoned buildings in the cities that were pillaged.
“Who knows why people actually do things, hyung.”
Yoongi thought he knew you. He thought that you could never hide from each other after what you went through. Even when Galtea fell and you were driven out of your homes by the person that he now serves, you had each other. That’s what Yoongi tells himself when he feels like there’s a tourniquet to his chest.
“Is she in the same facility now?”
Yoongi shakes his head, tipping the glass back and wincing. The whiskey wasn’t as painful on his throat, but he could feel his chest spasm. Jimin was the only person he could talk to about you freely, like the three of you exist in this level of understanding.
A nexus of things that involve saccharine stickers and golden irises.
“She’s being cared for near here. Somewhere more advanced.”
-
War showed up differently, depending on who you were.
For Yoongi, it was a muted playback. A reel of shrapnel piercing the earth, vivid images of it obliterating his home. It was constant, endless. Building cities drowned them out. Creating something out of nothing compensated for all the destruction that he saw. In that sense, he could forgive himself when it became his turn to pillage in his own way.
But it wasn’t like that with you.
You held it in like you were a vessel.
He chastises himself, thinking about how he could miss something this integral. But he forgets how hard you tried to hide it. During the times you thought he wasn’t looking, your hands would tremble or your voice would sound far away. Perhaps, due to his own private limitations, he hung onto the hope of it passing like it did for him.
All things passed; such was the principle that he subscribed to.
Yet even in the peace of your slumber, he could tell of your hidden tumult through your fitful pulse, the cold sweat absorbed by the sheets at the crack of dawn.
One time on accident, he dropped some of his drafting instruments. The clatter of metal on hardwood had you collapsing on the floor, your hands covering your ears as you rocked yourself backwards and forwards. He came near you, apologising through the soothing motion of his hand up and down your back but to no avail. You were no longer in the room with him, muttering intelligibly, eyes wide and breath heaving.
In that moment, he was reminded the when you fled Galtea, you had to find your own bearings. What happened in the two years you didn’t see each other was information he wasn’t privy to. You had said a comment in to him in passing, during a time when the threat of uprising against the Emperor gained traction.
You can’t beat a gun, Yoongi. You just can’t.
Sometimes, you painted him a picture and he wasn’t sure if it was out of choice. Your eyes couldn’t meet his and he understood. Ugly things have a habit of taking root and even the dregs of war had the potential to shred you from the inside out.
He knows because he catches you staring into space, paintbrush coated in bright vermillion dripping messily on the canvas.
Concerned, he says your name and you laugh it off, resuming a dramatic arc. Surmising that that was meant to be deliberate, it somehow ended up looking like a bloody smile on pure white cotton. But you couldn’t hide the shattered handful of mugs as a result of that phantom tremor in your hands.
War never left you and Yoongi couldn’t do anything about it.
He thought of all of this, drowning out the explanation of the physician who led him to the hallway lined with observation pods. Similar facilities dot the area of Imperial City. There were some excesses that grew unmanageable, and you fell prey to the drug that turned your eyes into the sun. With the windows clear, he recognised the children of some of the officials he knew, all with vapid stares and gold-flecked irises.
“She’s doing well. We’re administering our first-rate programme to wean her off the drug.”
In front of a discrete window, Yoongi forces himself to watch as they pump a bag with liquid gold. The dose seemed more than what he was used to seeing, attached to a slim wire that ended in a needle feeding into your veins.
“Can she feel anything?” He asked, his mouth twisting as your head dropped to the side.
The physician pushes their glasses up, their nose pointed down at your chart on the clipboard. It was your first visit and Yoongi hoped that it would be your last.
“Not usually.”
Yoongi didn’t need to hear more. It was too late and money was no use if it couldn’t bring you back.
On the way out, someone bumps into him. A boy with rose pink hair and a smile far too bright for the environment.
“What were you doing that far into the facility?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
Yoongi bargained with himself whether he should talk to this presumptuous individual. As a form of caution, he doesn’t answer, walking along the stretch of the hallway, heading for the exit.
“Hello?”
“I’m here to visit,” he replied, curt.
“Hmph. You must be fucking rich for them to allow you to see the procedures.”
Yoongi clenched his jaw.
No amount of money could buy what I want.
He keeps walking while the kid follows.
“Are they important to you? The person you visited?”
He halts in the rhythm of his walk, glancing at him. One look should determine it all, one look that he never could keep in for too long. It made him appear as dejected as he felt.
“She is,” he replied.
A hand comes out, waiting for him to take it.
“Jimin.”
Yoongi stares at it, sees the plastic tag with an iron-clad seal of Imperial City Rehab on the his wrist. A discrete, plastic rectangle showed more information.
Park Jimin. Third visit. Patient no. 1310
He takes the handshake, wraps his fingers over Jimin’s palm. His touch is cold like yours.
“Yoongi.”
-
“I’m building a new city for the Emperor,” Yoongi divulges.
“Ah.”
It’s deep into the night, all of the blinds were drawn and Jimin had taken to tidy up the place. Yoongi allowed him since Jimin wanted to help. Tasks like these gave the illusion of normalcy, of order. After a while, his apartment became noticeably cleaner, the items previously scattered were now in their respective homes. Yoongi wish he could be placed like that, he often felt destitute nowadays.
“It’s been… difficult,” he added, clearing his throat.
Jimin nods, this time from the couch, his gaze to scenery outside. Yoongi’s apartment was well above ground, his view being the surrounding sky scrapers and luxury apartments that this area was famed for. It was funny to think that he had spent much of his early life avoiding the idea of looking down when that was the only thing he was doing lately.
“Were you given any further instructions, hyung?”
The Emperor wrote him a letter that he destroyed when he thought he wasn’t the person for the job. But the words were etched in his mind all the same.
I want you to build me a utopia.
“I think he wants me to build something perfect, something important. A utopia was what he said.”
Jimin turned, searching Yoongi’s face and finding uncertainty.
“She reminds you of all of those things.”
Yoongi nods, honest for once. Jimin lifts his legs, folding them close to his chest so he could embrace them.
“Have you tried talking to her, hyung? I’m sure that she’ll be able to hear you.”
Shame breeds itself in the pit of Yoongi’s stomach. When he talked to you, all that came out were apologies.
I’m sorry I didn’t help you in time.
I’m sorry for ignoring your unhappiness.
I’m sorry.
“I thought we were happy,” he said, after a while. Jimin looks at him with sympathy, his golden irises are muted.
“It could happen to anyone, hyung.”
The silence that followed was telling. Both he and Jimin knew the futility of those words. It happened to Jimin and he got out. He now lives a normal life, and even though he wears his addiction in a visible marker, he can rejoin society, making something of himself again. Yoongi doesn’t know if your fate was riddled with rotten luck but he blames himself for even taking you to that part of Imperial City.
-
The first time you are checked in, Yoongi is allowed to visit twice a week and he stays overnight when he can. He’s always thankful that when he is over you are lucid, or at least trying your hardest to be.
Together on the single bed, too rickety for the amount he’s paid for, and when the moonlight is the sole source of clarity, the quiet becomes inviting rather than insidious. He ignores the tag on your wrist that labels you as ‘Patient,’ he ignores the intermittent shivers you couldn’t conceal and keeps you close.
“When I was back in the orphanage, they told me that my ancestors came from the North, that they were people of the sea sold to owners for hard labour and very little pay,” you murmured, running your fingertip over a prominent vein on your wrist. The slightest pressure pushes the gold close to the surface, it glows and reminds both of you of your malaise.
Yoongi knows that you were brought to the orphanage at the age of seven.
“They told me that they were people of the stars, they always looked up, finding safety in the constellations,” you said as he listened.
“Galtea must have been disappointing,” he joked. You turn to him, shaking your head.
“I don’t think I would have had a better time if I stayed where I was. I met you in Galtea by chance and it was the best thing that ever happened to me,” you replied, draping your leg over his.
He blinked. You think that you met by chance for the first time on the way to get food rations but he thinks about the nights he spent gawking at you in that club. He realises that he never told you about the very first moment he saw you. Instead, he pushes his palm against yours, the steady thrum of your pulse radiates. He adjusts the narrative to appease.
“You think that chances are trustworthy, then,” he said.
You lean up and kiss his cheek, your lips are warm and inviting.
“Of course. It’s how we met.”
-
Jimin gets up and walks towards a bookshelf. He takes out a leather bound tome, flipping through it with curiosity. Yoongi has memorised those pages, an album of sorts. Still frame images of his glittering career, his accolades in two-dimensional snap shots. Architects were revered in Imperial City, though outside its limits, it might be a different story. Jimin stops flipping the pages, the tome perfectly halved in the middle. Yoongi meets him, staring down at the picture.
It stands out because it was a small picture in the middle of an empty space.
In the neat square, your smiles were radiant. It was taken by the gates of Arora, soon after it was opened.
The stars were in the backdrop, bright in spite of the sun above.
“Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“Where was this taken?
Yoongi traces your figures, grateful that the camera was able to preserve your contentment.
“Arora.”
-
Weeks after you were brought home from the facility, Yoongi intends to build the drawing that took root at the back of his mind, itching to materialise from the drafting table in his office. A city of infinite capacity, a city of stars.
One evening, when he was sure that you were asleep, he sits up. Feverish with excitement, he leaps from the bed, his fingers itching for anything to draw with.
The entire city came to him in a dream: a proliferation of constellations borne from the stories you told him.
If you were to build me a city, build one like the one we drew together.
Which one? He joked, feigning ignorance.
You know the one.
Hours pass by while he works like a madman, mapping out the parameters, white lines thick against a gridded background. The parchment he used was the best he could find, the materials the finest he could afford.
The label above is blank but he already had a name for a city made up of stars.
Arora.
No less than six weeks later, the city is built. It stands, imposing at the gates, the stars that top the walls are solar. He walks with you in a luxuriating page, hand in hand. Pausing by the entrance, he waves his ID, allowing entry. The skies are clear and the stars outnumber the incoming populace. They were coming from the North, whimsical and in need of hope.
Yoongi built Arora for you, though.
The effect on its people were incidental. It was you who he wanted to look up.
It was you who he wanted to hope.
“Would you like a picture?”
There was already a camera with the lens pointed at you and him. Shirking away, you fuss over your hair, eyes downcast because the gold was noticeable now. The glittery rings of addiction, bright wherever you went. Yoongi holds your hand tightly, nodding at the photographer.
“Yoongi…” you whispered, hesitant.
A smile spreads on his lips. He wanted to remember this, a moment where you were both happy.
“It’ll be okay.”
He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the picture in the end.
Summary:The creative process is difficult, if not elusive. Yoongi grapples with this reality, frustrated at his lack of productivity. Building cities was second nature to him, like breathing. But of course, there are reasons for this and he knows that he must take the time to ride it out, and in that, he remembers.
Warnings/Tags: RATED T for implied/referenced drug use; implied/referenced drug addiction; angst; brief depictions of war; implied/referenced PTSD; minor character death; the tags areheavy, so proceed with caution; I’ve tried to be as vague as possible but still - Alternate Universe Fantasy/Magical Realism ft.Architect!Min Yoongi.
Sunk below the flat line, the sun is halved in a bright, orange semi-circle. The trees cast long shadows across parched fields and in scattered groups, the animals, mostly horses and goats, graze on the cracked surface, their ribs visible through their shaggy fur.
Yoongi’s father grunts as he sits on a tree stump, hiking his leg up to rest his elbow on his knee. It was setting up to be another season of drought. Yoongi could see it in the slump of his father’s shoulders and hears it in the way the tips of the grass cracked from even the slightest push of the breeze.
“I don’t mind tending to the fields after I graduate,” Yoongi said, as if it could remedy the scarcity ahead. His father takes a moment to answer, flicking a fly that settled on the leathery skin of his thigh.
“You have more talent that me, your mother, and the rest of your siblings combined. Use it.”
Yoongi didn’t usually aspire to hear this from his father. He was one of three (soon to be four), and was the only one in university. Architecture landed on his lap like some primordial present. Perhaps because of his background, he didn’t feel beholden to such a gift. The people whom he owed his life to were meant to sustain the fields for generations to come and he didn’t expect to be an exception. It did nothing but make him feel like an outcast among his family. It displeased him at the best of times that he found more comfort in numbers and lines rather than the rough texture of the earth.
“Create something good, something that lasts,” his father said, rubbing the palms of his hands together. They were so dry that it sounded like he was scraping sandpaper together.
You could build legacies from the Earth too, he thought.
“I really don’t mind, father. I can take over, I am the oldest,” Yoongi reasoned, risking a quick glance. His father scowled at the sight ahead. One of the horses had taken to sit and it would be their job to haul it back to its pen.
“I didn’t want to plow fields for the rest of my days but sometimes, life hands you something before you can make a choice.”
Yoongi couldn’t look at his father so he fixed his gaze on the reddish sky. The pointed fir trees were upright, stiff from being exposed to scorching rays all afternoon. The air is dry and caused the chapped surface of his bottom lip to split when he curled it over his teeth. Blood spreads on his tongue, a distinct, coppery taste.
“You have a choice, Yoongi.”
At that, Yoongi chews the inside of his cheek. He didn’t like that his choices forced him to watch his family starve as they paid for his tuition. He disliked it even more that every time he came home, his siblings looked at him as if he was scum.
Mother told me that you were too busy studying and I had to pick up your shift in the morning.
Father told me to give you an extra helping of soup because you had exams.
Oh, you came home?
None of these were said in kind. Yoongi thought that he deserved it, a burden in exchange for this gift to create.
Before he could protest, the voice of his mother pierces through their conversation. Far out at the bottom of the hill, she waves up at them, one hand on her lower back making the swell of her belly jut out. For once, he is grateful for the interruption even though he knows that the food awaiting him will hardly fill his stomach. His father gets up, sighing long and low. He extends his hand to Yoongi, who takes it gratefully. When he thought that it would be the last of their conversation, his father gives him a small smile. The lines at the side of his eyes are as deep as the fissures in the desiccated landscape.
“And find someone to hold on to, Yoongi. Find someone you can love until the end.”
Yoongi didn’t need to see how his father looks lovingly at his mother, as if she hung the stars and the moon.
Oddly though, while they worked together to push the lazy mare to the pen, Yoongi finds himself thinking about flashing strobe lights, multi-coloured hair, and stolen apples in the open market.
-
“Wouldn’t they be miserable if it rains all the time?”
Jungkook pushes the end of his pencil on the mole below his lip. Yoongi just so happened to catch the discussion he was having with Namjoon. The profile of these displaced inhabitants hailed from somewhere similar to Galtea.
“That doesn’t matter if it helps them thrive,” Yoongi said after a few moments in contemplation. The location of the pending city would have all seasons, a guaranteed break from the summer heat.
“Thrive?” Jungkook asked, to which Yoongi nodded.
“If they need to rely on the land for anything, they need it to be exposed to all kinds of different elements.”
Namjoon swipes his pencil over the numerous options for the location.
“It won’t rain all of the time, just most of the time. These people were mainly farmers, it would be familiar to them to live in an places where they can grow crops,” Namjoon reassured, shortlisting land where the sun may not have an overwhelming effect. If Yoongi had more concern, he would advise against building a city that was too familiar. Some things others would rather leave behind, after all.
Jungkook hums, indicating his understanding. Yoongi leaves then, mourning a loss that he couldn’t quite give a name to.
-
It turns out that the Emperor had no mercy.
Everything that Yoongi feared came true in the final months of his education.
The war against the Emperor’s forces began and never seemed to end. His father dies weeks before he was due to graduate and his mother and siblings, crestfallen and forlorn, were separated from him. Each week, he makes sure to post letters, none of which were replied to. With his nerves shot, he forces himself to accept that his family is torn and the fact that his father didn’t even have a grave. All that was left of his father was what Yoongi could remember and that was his feeble attempt to keep their family alive and healthy.
The final moments led to the haunting image of red-rimmed eyes, a weakened grip, and the words ending in the rattle of his last breath.
I’m proud of you, Yoongi. Make sure to never live like me.
Galtea continues to be submerged in flames from bombs crashing down like torrential rain, exploding into splinters and shaking the earth. Giant flying vehicles patrol the sky, their layered wings groaning in their articulation as its rusted doors descended to allow rockets to pelt the mountains in a continuous hurl. Yoongi’s ears would ring from the impact and the table on which he hid under was showered with rubble, his lungs fill with smoke. The university was the final stronghold and as Galtea was brought to its knees, Yoongi swallowed his vitriol and applied for the position of architect for the Imperial City.
When his acceptance rolled in, all he had to his name was a diploma and the few belongings he could gather from what was left of his home. His father’s watch remained clasped to his wrist even after the batteries faltered. His mother dies during childbirth and his siblings abandoned him, severing contact.
Once through the gates of Imperial City, along with the numerous displaced scholars, he commenced his apprenticeship alone and in a dream-like trance.
-
The Imperial City likes to leave room for the past. Yoongi can still remember what the Emperor used to say to him as they surveyed the down-trodden land below.
We must remember the past, Yoongi. It’s the only way to forge a path forward.
He walks along the marbled hall of the Great Museum, chronicling all of the Emperor’s conquests. His favourite section is all about rebuilding the torn cities showcased in an open room with an enormous map. The grooves of the land were constructed from the finest minerals: black opal, jadeite, then tanzanite. He stops by a oft forgotten corner in the South-West, leaning forward while he clasped his hands behind his back.
Since it’s late, the crowd had waned and it’s like he has the place to himself. His eyes try to pinpoint where Galtea used to be, nestled in the mountains and flanked by Dorea and Thanazt. Instead, he finds an empty space of flattened tanzanite, made dull against the muted lights above.
When he began, he aimed to create as many cities as he could to surpass all that he saw destroyed. Years passed and he had many places that had his name at the foot of the gates, an author of new homes and new pastures. By the time he was in his seventh year, his reputation preceded him.
Back then, he couldn’t understand why conquests needed to involve destruction. Even now, he still didn’t understand. In the vast hall, he knew that the reason for him dragging his feet was exhaustion. He was tired of all the loss, tired of watching countless become destitute, forced to flee their homes because of one man’s greed.
Having lived to survive in the early part of his career, it was a deliberate decision to suppress his hand in the destruction. He slept aware of the fact that for new cities to rise, the old ones must fall.
He lightly traces growth rings meant to be the parameters of where Galtea should be on the cool mineral. Its absence incites a sharp pain in his chest, each beat of his heart becoming more and more strenuous with each second passing by. The excited murmur of a family nearby makes him retract his hand. In the quiet of the grand hall, he clenches his jaw, breathing steadily through his nose.
The destruction is going to continue and Galtea is gone. He squints at the marbled texture, his reflection barely formed yet distinct. He sees his father in his features as he hears his voice filter past his lips.
Are you still proud of me?
-
In the third year of his apprenticeship, Yoongi sees you again, but instead of apples, you were hidden travel papers to flee. As part of his assignment, he was surveying the surrounding land that fell after the Emperor conquered much of the South. That day, he was at a small fishing village, Pexia. Its harbours heaved with crowds wanting to sail away before it was destroyed. In its place would be a new city, and if Yoongi was fortunate enough, he could be part of the team that would build it.
You were attempting to push your way to the top of the line as he jogs towards you, renewed by a familiar face. When he makes a grab for your arm, you were quick to flinch.
“I’m sorry.”
Your eyes grow wide, a smile tugging your lips wide as you embrace him, throwing your whole weight in the momentum. He allows himself to cradle your head, to breathe in your scent, to feel your body against his. A part of him latched onto the fact that the ache in his chest dulled at the sight of you.
“How are you?” he asked, right in your hair since you were still tangled in each other, as if letting go would make you disappear. Your answer first comes as a nod, the movement of your head pushing against the cradle of his hand.
“I’m good - I was going to leave.”
He feels your embrace loosen, he hears the crackle of the parchment in your hands as the documents peel themselves away from your hold.
“It’s so good to see you.”
Your eyes shone despite it all.
Galtea was gone and it showed in the hollows of your cheeks and the muted colour of your hair. You were lost, without a home again. With a gentle brush of his knuckle along the side of your face, he wills himself to anchor you both. The words come out since he doesn’t have the heart to stop them.
“I have a job.”
You stare at him, your features contracting at the prospect of hope. Yoongi feels you crumple the paper in your hand. Then, you are jostled by those lining up to leave the city limits, their faces obscured by hoods. Nearby, the boats bump against the stone walls, crusted with barnacles and battered by countless waves. Salt stains the air intermingled with the desperation for a place to sail away.
“It won’t be like this anymore. I promise.”
He sees you visibly relax, his words affecting you hugely, even if he wasn’t sure himself. Yet in his mind, he was going to build cities that you both dreamed of: free from war and strife.
“Alright.”
-
Jungkook had been circling Yoongi’s area for the past thirty minutes with no particular goal in mind. It was lunch and the junior architect hovered under the pretence of productivity. Yoongi slides a draft across Jungkook’s way.
“Has Namjoon showed you these?”
In front of them was an archived map of the Imperial City in the first phase of its construction. Jungkook shakes his head, his attention snagged by the foreign metrics no longer taught in modern schools. By that time, Yoongi was climbing the ranks, eager to survive and get into the superior’s good graces.
Jungkook surveyed the early plans which incorporated tall, aluminum spires, golden gates and bridges. The Emperor’s was luxurious by nature and nothing was spared.
Gold from Zantyr.
Minerals from Artacyte.
Marble from Siettan.
Yoongi could only remember the heavy footfalls of the soldiers, the groan of the wood as blocks of stone, bars of gold, and slabs of marble were transferred into multiple ferries. He couldn’t even look at the people below, knowing that he’d be faced with emaciated arms extended upwards for a morsel of anything from above. Instead, he clutched the papers with designs meant to replace each of the raided metropolises, watching with suppressed horror as the Emperor trailed his hungry gaze on the ramps that bowed from the weight of his plunder.
In the end, Yoongi hoped that turning a blind eye would keep him from the recurring nightmares of chipped nails scraping against the rusted metal of the ships hull. But as the day ended, even in the comfort of his bed and in the apparent safety of your arms, the screams were there. They haunted the halls of his mind, these manic echoes accusing his hands of blood wherever he went. He stood witness as the Imperial forces took and took until a city was fashioned to the Emperor’s liking.
During his expeditions as primary Architect, he stood near the bow of the boat, or the foremost chamber on the flying vehicles. Throughout, he found that the view was the same regardless of the contraption he was on.
The Emperor not only advances, he tramples.
Jungkook ran his fingertips over the lines of the Great Museum, stopping at the skylight dome. His furrowed brow worried Yoongi but he understood from Namjoon that Jungkook was too young. He knew nothing of the screams of the displaced or the hollowed stares of the destitute. Anything Jungkooks knew was taught to him in two-dimensional pictures meant to simplify a grave period in history.
As Yoongi attempted to show him another map, Jungkook slipped a different one from beneath the sheets of archival parchment. Galtea reveals itself on the parchment.
“Was Galtea spared, hyung?”
The name of his home drew a sharp breath from him. Jungkook watched him, innocuous in his interrogation. Yoongi shakes his head, mustering a forlorn smile. The junior architect pressed his lips together, scrunching his nose so that his glasses stayed perched on its bridge.
“What’s left of Galtea now?”
Yoongi licks his lips, his eyes on the growth rings that made up Galtea’s structure. Two-dimensional evidence of his own history, gathering dust in the Imperial archives.
Jungkook waits, patient in the face of his memories unravelling.
Galtea exists on the surface of his mind in its soot-covered infrastructure, with its shattered structures of gutted buildings and homes, the murky water of the river and the gnarled divide of the bridge that he once crossed to get to the Town Hall.
Yet beneath that all, in the very depths, Galtea is in your smile and the warmth of your hand over his. Galtea is tucked in the echoes of simpler times when all he needed to do was laugh with you as the sun set over the horizon. It’s in the humble bungalow he shared with his family, where his worries were limited to their next meal rather than staying alive after shrapnel ravages the land. Later, when he finally allowed himself to accept his situation, when he realised that he was the one who survived.He concluded that it was better to help than be helped.
Jungkook was waiting, setting his teeth against his bottom lip while Yoongi gathered himself.
“Galtea is just mountains and hills now, Jungkook-ah.”
-
Things start to look up when Yoongi builds his first city.
You were holding onto the handlebars of the hovercraft, steering the contained vehicle past the flower-twined gates of Palatia.Yoongi clutches at the seatbelt strapped across his chest, laughing heartily at your enthusiasm. Parking it above a vantage point, you gasped at the abundance of lilies, hydrangeas, and freesias lining the streets.
“You did this?” You asked, whipping back as he unbuckled to take a closer look.
“Not just me.”
“But it was your idea, right?”
He pinches a space at the back of his neck while a blush bloomed in his cheeks.
“Yeah.”
“You’re so fucking cool!” You yelled at the sky, prompting the widest smile from him. Yoongi knew he was good, so compliments rolled off his like water on a duck’s back. But it was different with you. Yours was an opinion he could trust, no matter how frivolous in its execution. Nearby, those entering the gates were startled by your exclamation. They squinted at the discrete hovercraft you were aboard, seeing only your hands gesticulating wildly, pointing at every landmark.
“I’ll build you one, someday.”
Yoongi said it before he could even stop himself. There were no regrets on his part, though. Not when he saw that smile that lit up your eyes.
“I want to have an input.”
Yoongi didn’t realise that it was love then.
But it showed in the cities he built thereafter.
“Okay.”
-
The Urban Planning department is in the lower floors. Yoongi scans his ID and the doors to the elevator slide open. Striding across the common area, Yoongi finds himself inside in an airless room without windows and lined with felt. Hoseok is visible because of his platinum blonde hair and gold-framed glasses, and mostly because he was in the middle of reprimanding a subordinate. Yoongi hangs back, trying to not appear as a witness to this scolding. Afterwards, when they slinked out of Hoseok’s office, Yoongi lets out a low whistle. He forgot how serious Hoseok could be.
“Hyung. What brings you here?”
Yoongi’s shrugs, his mouth pulling down in turn.
“I forgot how suffocating the Imperial Offices were.”
Hoseok shoves a box with neatly arranged files inside an alcove. It gets swallowed into the wall and deposited elsewhere via conveyor belt. He then gives Yoongi a once over, a direct response to his observation. Urban Planning was the size of a match box in comparison, and poorly ventilated at that.
“How’s the new city coming along?”
Yoongi sniffed, picking at the skin of his nail to stall, it catches and peels dramatically upwards, drawing blood. Hoseok stares but says nothing.
“It’s not going that well. I’m meant to build something perfect but I haven’t been able to come up with a single design.”
What Yoongi leaves out was the fact that he was also angry at himself. Angry because he cannot even do what he used to be good at doing. He feels like he’s at the bottom of a deep, dark well, bound at the hands and feet, blindfolded, utterly despairing.
Hoseok examines him with a neutral expression, his wiry arms folded tight over his chest. Yoongi slumps against his desk, as he often did when he was working down here. The atmosphere made you slump at all times. He supposed that producing the same design over and over without much thought was like successive weights on your body. There was no need to think much, he just had to do.
“Is there anything that means something to you? Anything important?”
Yoongi blinks at the reel of memories that were evoked by Hoseok’s question. He smiles instead, trying to mask the obvious discomfort that threatened to reveal itself in a frown. Later, with his back against the wall of the elevator, some part of him can still hear your laugh and the phantom warmth of your touch.
-
Yoongi can’t quite recall when his feelings tipped the scale to something concrete.
Being with you began with the intention of convenience. Having someone from Galtea navigate the enormity of Imperial City was like pairing a new frontier with the warm embrace of someone familiar. Years pass and while you never professed your love for each other, his hand lingers on yours automatically, and you smile brighter than most when you found him waiting outside of the school you worked at.
It’s in the mundane.
Love flourishes in ordinary conversation.
“Did you have a good day today?”
Love came and stayed in your touch.
He takes your hand when asked this since it seemed to slot perfectly against his. In turn, you swing your arms, backwards and forwards in a gentle rocking motion. Imperial City shines under the afternoon light. Its people thrive far from the blistering heat of flying automatons made for destruction. Galtea is gone but Yoongi is content to see it in your eyes and in the way your hair is healthy again.
“I did, but I could have met you at home,” you replied, bumping your shoulder to him. It brings out a halfhearted shrug from him.
“Your work is on the way anyway,” he said.
“Want to grab something to eat outside?”
He thinks of nothing better than that.
“Yeah.”
And while you’re distracted, he takes note of your profile as you surveyed the towering buildings, leagues away from the orphanage you hailed from in the peripheries. He basks in the fact that he was able to afford a better place, closer to the sky rather than the ground. In moments like these, he thinks he could hear his father’s words.
Make sure to never live like me.
As you round the corner, pulling him towards a place you frequented together, he thinks he’s far from who he was but closer to who he should be.
Summary:The Emperor requests a favour of Yoongi. It involves building a utopia, a perfect city. He’s done this countless times and succeeded in most, so why was it so hard for him this time around?
Warnings/Tags: RATED T for implied/referenced drug use; implied/referenced drug addiction; angst; brief depictions of war; implied/referenced PTSD; minor character death; the tags areheavy, so proceed with caution; I’ve tried to be as vague as possible but still - Alternate Universe Fantasy/Magical Realism ft.Architect!Min Yoongi.
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This is my first ‘major’ fic for the new year and I’m trying something a little different for this series. Firstly, this is my attempt at magical realism and it’s a particular universe that I’ve grown to love Secondly, I guess that I’ve tried to be more economical with words.
It blankets the hills that flank the walls of the city in an even layer of frost. The green gets covered in white, footprints become visible, like punctuation over the powdery surface. Yoongi finds himself walking towards that place, far away from where he was now.
A cottage juts out on the outskirts, perhaps near his home. A small, humble structure with a thatched roof and square windows. The chimney blows puffs of smoke, misting in the air.
He heads towards the red lacquered door, dragging his feet so it cut lines on the snowy path. Inside is warm and you’re sitting by the fire, undisturbed by his presence. Slipping off his shoes, he lines them up next to yours, its soles shiny from the melted ice. Closer he goes, until he’s finally in your view but you don’t see him.
Your eyes are clouded over and you’re slumped in your seat, mouth slightly parted to complete the catatonic expression you had. Yoongi drops to his knees so he looks up at you, reaching with his hand to cradle your face.
Even his touch does nothing to rouse you.
Yet he tries, rising while still on his knees, pressing a kiss on your lips.
It’s chapped, lifeless and cold. He’s not sure if he could even feel a whisper of your breath or whether you’re actually alive or not. The thought fills him with dread.
When he pulls away, he wakes up with a jolt.
The grey ceiling of his bedroom greets him, the window is open and the curtain billows ceaselessly. It’s dawn, there is something wet by his thigh. His body takes time to thaw, his fingers and toes tingling like static. He runs his touch over the wet cotton nearby, recalling his state the previous evening.
I was designing.
I received a letter from the Emperor. A request for a favour.
I have to build a new city.
His heart has slowed as he cranes his neck to see. The wet patch was spilled ink, the pitch black ichor of his thoughts are now staining the sheets. He lifts his hand, the ones with soaked fingertips, up to his lips. They come up cold at the memory of that dream.
Getting up was actually painful nowadays and if he stays in bed for too long, he would never get up. In a quick, forceful launch, he sits up, feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor.
It’s another day and he’s alone.
-
Yoongi observes the blueprints meant for a new city, envisioning the structure and the parameters of something that will once again have his mark. He’s done this before, countless times even. It should be like second nature by now, yet there is nothing on the page apart from the grooves of heavy pressure from his pencil now erased and surrounded by rubber shavings. Bordering his non-existent design were the various tools to aid him, and in his frustration, were in cluttered disarray.
The communal working space was bathed in light, the windows were recently cleaned allowing for the view of bright, white clouds. Yoongi was at the highest point of Imperial City. The illusion was that there was nothing beneath him, but in truth, he was tired of looking up.
“How’s it going?”
Namjoon wanders over to his desk, pushing his glasses further up his nose. Yoongi sighed, shoving the worn parchment away from him.
“I’ve been the same for the past three days. Nothing is coming to me.”
Taking it as a signal to introduce a break, Namjoon settles his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“We can have some food, maybe you need a break.”
Yoongi takes his attention away from the task on his desk and back onto the window ahead. The clouds were rolling in a misty haze. He is meant to be inspired but he finds himself stuck in the well of his mind.
“Hyung.”
“Hm?”
Namjoon’s hand has left him, the absence of the firm pressure made Yoongi sag onto his seat.
“Let’s eat.”
-
Namjoon chews carefully, his brows pinching together.
The cafeteria was bustling during this time of the day. Food was in abundance in Imperial City, nothing was spared for its inhabitants. Yoongi was grateful to be surrounded by constant noise. He hates his thoughts running amok in his skull. They always leave grating echoes that made him irritable.
“How were things while I was gone?”
Namjoon takes a cloth and wipes his front. The crumbs trickle down, disappearing to his lap.
“Much of the same things. We weren’t tasked to build cities that were too elaborate. I have a junior architect to mentor, you’d like him. He reminds me of you.”
Yoongi chews the inside of his cheek. He can’t remember the time when he started nor could he picture himself at that age, young and impressionable. Someone who still believed in the world he lived in.
The food in front of him was steadily being devoured, even in his state of indifference. To eat is another form of distraction, a method to keep him sustained whilst his mind was rotting, stagnant in his ideas. Namjoon gets distracted by the files he brought to review.
“What do you think about adding spires to this, hyung?”
The design presented before him was meant for a city without linear structures. Everything will either be curved or coiled: a city in the the shape of springs. Namjoon was pointing to a cathedral, Yoongi set his teeth on his bottom lip. At the corner of the document was the number of people meant to populate the new city.
10,000.
A memory gets introduced to him. That was how it was like when he started. Yoongi made his first city for exactly ten-thousand inhabitants. Yet each time after, the population multiplied and his designs grew more and more complex. It seemed that the Emperor managed to take over more land, in turn, demanding more cities to house them. Old cities burned and Yoongi built over them, gradually and in time.
“Maybe you can incorporate it in every structure. They should be able to feel comfortable in their new home.”
Namjoon nods, producing a pen from his pocket and sketching in Yoongi’s suggestions. He knew that those ten-thousand were coming from war. Recently, the Emperor returned from a three-year long plunder in the East. The displaced needed something magnificent, something to make them feel important. Structures that showed them that surviving wasn’t in vain. Yoongi knew that it was difficult to leave things behind, especially if you had no choice.
“What is this one called?”
Pushing the bowl aside, Namjoon draws a steady and careful arc, signifying a dome over the new city. He smiled at Yoongi, the small indents flanked his mouth.
“Paxus.”
-
‘Galtea’s economy is primarily dependent on agriculture.’
Yoongi felt his ears burn, self-conscious in the classroom. He sits near the middle, not quite out of radar but far enough to blend in. Most of his classmates were from newer cities, ones that were dependent on technology, not the land.
The board showed a profile of his home, the factions split by clear demarcations. Further out were the peripheries, he thinks he can see where his home would be, gauging which fields that his father would tend to, then see his mother sorting crops with his siblings.
He’s in university, learning how to build cities. Full of ideas and passion, his dream is to construct cities that would last.
The professor changes the slide to the neighbouring metropolis, Dorea.
With his head down, he scribbles notes on his notebook, his handwriting is scratchy and barely legible. It didn’t matter; he was the only one who needed to understand it. After, he notices that the spine is weakened from being jostled in his threadbare bag. He adds another string to hold all the knowledge he’s accumulated.
At the end of the day, he has to travel back home and take the earliest train if he was to make it for supper. Though sometimes, he wishes he could afford to stay in university accommodation.
-
It’s the evening and the other employees have headed home.
Yoongi chews the end of his pencil as the page stays empty. He reaches for the phone and dials a number he knows off by heart.
“Yoongi-hyung, it’s late, are you doing okay?”
Hoseok’s voice at the end sounds the same at any time of day.
Yoongi lets himself absorb the view outside the panoramic windows. Another day had passed without progress. The city he was tasked to build remains buried in the recess of his mind and the frustration he felt always peaked in the evenings, more so in the quiet. He likens it to climbing an endless, each foothold was deeper but he can’t seem to hold onto anything.
“I’m meant to build a city.”
Perhaps if he details the task, he would be able to start afresh. Outside, the clouds are a deep shade of navy, the stars are scattered like luminescent freckles in the sky. He doesn’t know why he undertook that favour from the Emperor; he wasn’t even part of the Architecture Department anymore.
“Try and think back to the beginning, hyung. The very first city you built was magnificent. You’re talented and Palatia was a beautiful city - still is.”
Yoongi leaned back on the chair, cricking his neck as he did so.
Palatia was a city for lovers. Pleasant to live in, it had intricate ivy vines crept along the columns, flowers blooming at the window sills of every home, and yellow brick facades with burgundy slanted roofs. Simply, Yoongi thought that anything stemming from a labour of love would turn out like that.
“I don’t know. This has to be something different. I need it to mean something.”
“Don’t all of your cities mean something to you?”
There was a time when they were the most important thing to him. There was a time where he was responsible for building all of these cities from scratch, conjuring entire structures from his imagination. He can still remember the firm handshake from the Emperor after Palatia was opened.
This is good work, Yoongi. I’m glad that you’re helping me rebuild the world.
It was so easy then, so why was he having so much trouble now?
“What’s interesting to you at the minute?” Hoseok asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, defeated.
“What are you looking at now?”
Yoongi stared at the clouds, watching as each one rolled by unhurriedly. Nature was interesting, he had taken inspiration from it a while ago. It resulted in Falia, a city surrounded by green foliage where homes were bungalows with banana leaves for roofs. The city is so embedded in nature that at first glance, you can’t even tell that it’s a city. The walls are made of bamboo and it’s common to travel along the river to get where you want to be. Its inhabitants lived without fear for their next meal, something that Yoongi aimed for himself once.
“I’m staring out of the window of my office, but I’ve already made something inspired by nature a couple of years ago.”
There was a pause; Yoongi hears the creak of a chair over the line.
“What do you want this city to be?”
Yoongi recalls the Emperor’s request.
I want you to build me a city that is perfect. I want you to make me a utopia. I trust your abilities, Yoongi.
“The Emperor wants a utopian city. But I don’t think I have it in me to come up with something like that.”
“Well, what do you define as your own utopia?”
Yoongi’s eyes were back on the blank parchment; it was the fourth sheet he’s taken on the fourth day, and it was the fourth he’s crinkled from countless revisions only to end up with nothing.
I want it to be perfect. I want it to be beautiful. I want -
He tries to picture something akin to that: an ideal city with ideal proportions, everything made just right. Seconds pass as Hoseok waits on the other side of the line, patient with these drawn out pauses that so often punctuate their phone calls. When he thinks he’s onto to something, he winces reflexively.
It’s too close.
He can still hear your voice, feel your touch on his skin, the way your hand closed over his when you led him past the gates into Palatia, as if you were showing him your home.
This is so beautiful, Yoongi.
Yoongi wants that. He wants this city to feel just like that.
-
Yoongi didn’t have any money in his pockets but he knew the man at the entrance of the underground club. Before the throb of the walls became prominent, he would encounter the burly man with a permanent downturned scowl. Incidentally, Yoongi saved his brother from being clipped by a trash truck and that singular event has granted him free entry ever since.
Through the narrowed passage, he descended down sticky steps that clung to the soles of his shoes. The music was loud enough to get under his skin, causing every bone in his body to thrum to the beat. Above, Yoongi lived with his head down, eyes to the cobbled floor, striving to be as less of a nuisance as possible. Here, he could look up, shielded by the ever changing strobe lights, pushed up against random bodies until he was covered in sweat.
It’s a release.
It was somewhere he goes to in the gap between university and his home.
But there were other reasons to come apart from boredom. He first sees you swan out from one of the entrances, your gaze concentrated at the tables you were assigned to. It became a fascination of his to watch you serve drinks, your hand splayed underneath an uneven plastic tray, undulating it like a wave when necessary to avoid spillage.
All you ever did was work and all Yoongi ever did was stare.
He didn’t know why dyed hair seemed more compelling to him now than it did before. Above, everyone could have different coloured hair if they liked. When he was hanging out with his classmates, they would dye strips of their hair for fun during recess, the hues would catch the rays of sun and sometimes lighten over time. Though he supposes that under the flashing lights, you didn’t really have a singular hair colour. It seemed to always change depending on which part of the club you were in.
The music continued to pound while bodies moved in a blurry distortions. You were meters away from him, untouchable. He didn’t know your name, nor had he ever spoken to you, but he knew that you would almost always swat unsolicited hands that crept along your back, and swore brazenly at those who wanted more than a drink. One time, you kneed a customer between his legs for slipping his fingers through the hem of your shorts. Yoongi laughed so hard then, heading home with a spring in his step.
Not old enough to order a drink, he hung back, face up, towards the artificial lights. The beat continued to shake the structure of the club, a contained box underneath the solid stone of the city. Here, he was a nobody. Much like he was above ground.
But it was different here.
Sometimes, he would get the feeling that he was boneless, ready to float off at a moment’s notice because he was being pushed in different directions at once.
He feels someone elbow him in the ribs, the dull pain made him reorient himself. Just then, you were nowhere to be seen. Craning his head, he looked for the two doors, one leading to another bar and the other leading to the exit. After a few seconds, you emerged, the lights above making your hair appear a cherry red. He’s not sure if your eyes met, he was still a little buzzed from the atmosphere.
All he knew was that there was something that bloomed in his chest every time he set his eyes on you. It only took one look at you while you busied yourself with handing drinks to anchor him. To keep coming back to this hole in the wall.
Yes.
It was different here.
-
Despite running on three hours of sleep, Yoongi ends up in the office as if it was a morning shift. By his desk, Namjoon was talking to someone animatedly. Once Yoongi was near enough, Namjoon opens up the floor for introductions.
“Jungkook, this is Min Yoongi. Chief Architect to the Emperor,” Namjoon said, scraping the chair back so Yoongi could sit.
“I’m just here for a temporary project, I’m actually at Urban Planning now,” he said, offering Jungkook a small smile.
“TheMin Yoongi?” Jungkook asked, his eyes bright and wide. Yoongi shoots Namjoon a look, aware of Jungkook’s ‘Junior Architect’ badge. It reflected the natural light that filtered past the windows.
“What did you tell him?”
Namjoon shrugged, “nothing incriminating.”
Jungkook promptly shut his mouth but his gaze stayed fixed on Yoongi, who became shifty from the attention.
“Hyung told me that you made Palatia.”
“And Arora,” Namjoon supplied.
Yoongi feel himself going red at the tips of his ears while Namjoon only beams proudly. Those cities were near the start of his career as an architect. Palatia got him the Emperor’s attention but Arora cemented his reputation. Jungkook fiddles with his badge.
“How comes you’re at Urban Planning, hyung?” Jungkook asked rather boldly. Yoongi couldn’t school his surprised expression as Namjoon pressed his lips together in a line.
It was then that Yoongi felt the fatigue that visited him almost daily. In the spacious home he had built for you and himself, he tosses and turns, restless at the face of his ambition to sleep. The moonlight broke on the surface of his bed, he lays awake confronting the ghosts of the past. Memories of a life he’d rather forget.
“I needed a change in scenery.”
Jungkook’s mouth twists, clearly dissatisfied with Yoongi’s answer. He couldn’t blame the younger man. Architecture was a profession that had longevity and along with it, came respect. To build something out of nothing was an art and the cities that Yoongi built were incredible, if not ethereal.
But he couldn’t seem to identify with those creations anymore. Not when he couldn’t even remember the reason whyhe started.
Namjoon ushers Jungkook away politely, bowing to Yoongi in apology. On his desk were the blueprints of Palatia and Arora that Namjoon must have retrieved from the archives. The lines were strong and deliberate, each shape and drawing were all measured according to Yoongi’s vision. He traced the parchment, preserved dutifully under the lamination. Somewhere, those cities were thriving in peace. He could hear you so clearly in front of these blueprints.
Thank you for bringing Arora to life, Yoongi.
Yoongi built these cities when he was happier; when times were simpler and smiling didn’t seem like a chore.
He misses that more than he cared to admit.
-
It’s a few days before Yoongi has to resume classes for the final year.
Living at home reminded him that he was in the peripheries Galtea. A city that ignored the cracks in its veneer. There are those that live among him that do not lie awake at night, wondering if their temporary homes would be raided because they don’t have the right papers. And, like him, there are those who live wondering whether they’ll even had a meal to tide them over the next day.
“Get as much as you can with these.”
Yoongi’s father extends three dog-eared food stamps, his hand shaking slightly.
The sun scorched the fields to the point of drought and the clouds offered no mercy in the form of rain. The city is starving and its people are too. Yoongi delicately folds them and slips them in his pocket. For every meal he can scrimmage together, there is something unspoken that rings louder when the shadows extend as the night covers the city. The prospect of war seemed so far away months ago, yet Galtea and its people know that its walls weren’t strong enough to keep the sharp prongs of invasion at bay. News came from the harbour a few days back: The Emperor seeks more land to conquer.
“I’ll try, but there’s shortages right now,” he said, unable to look at his father in the eye.
They were a humble farming family and his father bore the brunt of the scarcity. It showed up in his gaunt frame and the bones are visible through his paper-thin skin. Yoongi noted his own sallow complexion as he passed his reflection earlier, but it was incomparable. His father was always a ghastly shade of grey, and each time he looked at his family, it was with red-rimmed eyes that couldn’t be remedied with a smile from his chapped lips.
Yoongi knew that no matter how much food he brought home, his father wouldn’t eat. He had two other siblings and his mother was pregnant. Things were dire and helpless.
“I know, but still try. I want you to be able to eat so you can be strong. Your exams are soon.”
Yoongi also knew that his father might not see him graduate.
“I’ll try.”
While waiting in line, Yoongi sees you slip three apples in your pocket, right under the vendor’s nose.
This was the first time he saw you above ground. Under the blazing sun, your hair was plain, and you moved quickly, like you had a destination in mind. His brows pinched together, the food stamps he was clutching in his pocket weighed heavy in his hand. You weave past others who were too busy with their own hunger to notice.
“You shouldn’t be stealing,” he said, right as you passed by. You stopped walking, looking at him up and down.
“Those won’t get you anything.”
Yoongi was about to ask but he realises that you were staring at his pocket. The line moves incrementally and before you could escape, he grabs you by your elbow. You stumble back, startled by the contact.
“There’s a vendor in the next street who sells pastries and other cakes,” he divulged, unsure why he was so open.
“Those are harder to slip into my pocket,” you replied, tugging your arm with force.
In response, Yoongi grips you harder, almost dragging you forward as the line shortens. You sighed audibly, eyes darting to the side. He feels his reserve wane not knowing if he’d have time to go to the club now that exams were approaching. A part of him is curious as to why you hadn’t fled yet.
“If you wait for me, I could show you.”
“I don’t have any money for pastries or cakes.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said.
At that, he doesn’t feel you resist him as much.
“Why?”
“Because he’s a gimp and is partially blind.”
A smile spreads your lips wide, bursting into a quiet laugh. Then, he hears you introduce yourself, which prompts him to do the same.
“I’m Yoongi.”
You extend your free hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
The wait wasn’t long and unlike your estimation, Yoongi was able to get something that could feed his family for at least three days.
Overhead, sirens blared and you hurried to the direction of the next street. The conversation was endless. He learned that you were an orphan but were too old to be adopted. The club was your main gig, but the pay was meagre given that you were technically underaged. He realised that you were as desperate as him, which didn’t invite shame, rather he was able to be himself. It was nice to show that life was hard, to share this perspective with someone who knows what it’s like at the peripheries.
“You’re studying?”
Yoongi finishes the pastry and swallows thickly. You were looking at the lanyard he was wearing.
Galtea School of Architecture.
“Yeah. I’ll graduate next year, if there isn’t a war.”
You puffed out your cheeks, eyebrows raising in response.
“Never met anyone who got past elementary school,” you said, leaning on your arms.
“I want to build cities, I want to make a difference in people’s lives,” he said, sheepish in his admission but liked that you listened nonetheless. It feels like he could be himself, without reservations. Feelings like that, he wanted to hold on to as much as possible. You smiled at him with a certain fondness that he never saw in all the time he’s observed you.
“I’m sure you’ll be great. Remember me when you make it, okay?”
Yoongi thinks he could never forget you but he agrees anyway.
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Jungkook was unsure as he fiddled with the adjustments on the draft table. It suddenly flips upwards, like a whiplash. He jumps back, startled, his hands flying up as if he was arrested. Yoongi smiled, recalling his own experiences. Their colleagues notice but pay them no mind.
“I thought that this was how you were meant to place it,” the younger one said, his cheeks colouring a light pink.
Yoongi shook his head, reaching down to press a button, hidden in the bolts. The hydraulic mechanism hissed and the table descends without complaint.
“They don’t reveal this during the orientation, I had a senior teach me the same thing.”
Jungkook nods, searching for the button himself. Yoongi looks on, paying attention to a part of him that misses his old job. He wonders what kind of cities that Jungkook would build one day.
“Thanks hyung.”
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“Do you think the Emperor will spare Galtea?”
It was a question that you would occasionally ask Yoongi while you sat atop a grassy hill. Friendship seemed to thrive between you while war was right at your doorstep. The papers were riddled with articles heralding that, mainly to announce that the Emperor advances, day by day.
From your vantage point, you could see how Galtea was organised in factions. The further away from the centre, the more impoverished you were. You and Yoongi resided on the penultimate faction, nearer to the fields. Although limited, it was still a pocket of civilisation.
“I’ve heard that the Emperor is merciful,” Yoongi replied.
He offers you part of an apple that he’s carved into quarters.
“I wish I could afford to travel. I’d go as far away from here as possible, somewhere where I can start over and not have to work shitty jobs just to make ends meet.”
Yoongi thinks that it doesn’t matter where you go, poverty didn’t care who you were and unless you were born with money-ladened pockets from your ancestry, you were a nobody. While you talked aimlessly, he thinks of his parents, salt of the earth, already in their late sixties and unable to retire or even feed their children a full meal. They have never crossed the walls of Galtea not by choice but because they couldn’t afford to.
All of this, Yoongi keeps to himself.
“Maybe one day. I had some friends say that the lands in the West are warm and their soldiers are strong. The Emperor hasn’t been able to conquer those lands yet.”
You crunch on the apple pieces audibly, sniffing as the breeze picked up.
“I think I’d want to visit the city, go to the theatre once, then take a stroll along the bridge, you know the one by the Town Hall?”
Yoongi knows the one. Galtea had many places of interest but the bridge was consistently flocked to by visitors from the city and throughout. It was a simple design, the highest point allowing for a perfect central view of the multi-coloured houses that flanked the river. Yoongi had been there once on a field trip during his first year.
“Sounds like the perfect day, maybe throw in a dinner by the river,” he replied, mirroring your grin.
Summary: Sometimes the universe has a personal vendetta against us. Or well… you in this case. You didn’t ask to go on a hunt across the universe to collect your broken pieces of soul, and you certainly didn’t expect to become aquatinted to 7 people (8 times over) along the way, finding a new home with each of them even if each version were so different across the planets in the vast universe.
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Destination one of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Aliferous
☆Definition:Having wings; winged.
Paring: Jung Hoseok x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:puppeteer au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: Waking up in an unfamiliar world is one hard pill to swallow, being told your time was limited and you had find a piece of your cracked soul was even worse, paired with the fact that the people in Gardenia were convinced you were an angel sent from above to help them with the recent dilemma.
Series masterlist : Coming soon
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Destination two of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Stellify
ﾟ☆Definition:[transitive verb] to turn into or as if into a star : place among the stars
Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:19th century au||jack the ripper au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: ???
Series masterlist: Coming soon
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Desitantion three of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Hiraeth
ﾟ☆Definition:[NOUN]: deep longing for something, especially one’s home
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:mafia au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: ???
Series masterlist: Coming soon
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Destination four of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Thalassophile
ﾟ☆Definition:anyone who loves the sea and the ocean.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:daechwita au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: ???
Series masterlist: Coming soon
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Destinationfive of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Peregrinate
ﾟ☆Definition:[VERB] travel or wander around from place to place.
Pairing: Park Jimin x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:hybrid au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: ???
Series mastlist: Coming soon
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Destinationsix of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Solandis
ﾟ☆ Definition: a delicate flower
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:prince au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: ???
Series masterlist: Coming soon
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Destinationseven of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Cosmogyral
ﾟ☆Definition:whirling around the universe.
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader (ft. the tannies)
Genre:alien au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers || non-idol au ||
Series summary: ???
Series masterlist: Coming Soon
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Destinationeight of the ‘Map of the Soul’ series
Title: Serendipity
ﾟ☆Definition: [NOUN] the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
Pairing: OT7 x reader
Genre:idol trainee au || fantasy au || isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers
Genre: fantasy au || Isekai || fluff || angst || strangers to lovers ||
Series summary: Sometimes the universe has a personal vendetta against us. Or well.. you in this case. You didn’t ask to go on a hunt across the universe to collect your broken pieces of soul, and you certainly didn’t expect to become acquainted with 7 people (8 times over), finding home with each of them even if each version were so different across the planets in the vast universe.
Prologue word count: 784 words.
tags and warnings: will be added above each chapter.
Notes: this is going to be a long long long project. i’ve had the idea to do this series for years and now that my platform has grown a little (and i’m not a 13 year old whose grammar and writing is iffy) i think i’m ready to finally take on the challenge. each ‘destination’ will have multiple parts so its basically 8 series within the map of the soul series. chapters may be a little shorter than my other series/ writing just so i can keep a schedule and update regularly and its easier than writing 10k every week to two weeks.
soul | səʊl | noun 1 the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal. • a person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identity
The soul is one of the many components that make us… ‘us’. You and me alike; one of the fundamental pieces of any living being, be it beast or man. What is a body without a soul? or better yet, a soul without a body?
The simple answer: an empty shell, a ticking time bomb where each second is uncertain. Because the ‘you’ of this world is connected to the souls of the other versions of ‘you’ wherever they may be. And like any good story there is often a flaw in the system. And in each millennium, there is one unlucky person that the dilemma is forced upon. And they’re unaware of it until it’s too late.
The multiverse has never been a concept the people of our world took seriously, their focus on science and the development of technology that has, and will never be able to fully explain the worlds that live beyond us. It’s easy to depict a rough outline of what the multiverse may be like in far-fetched action-packed superhero movies. But they are only partially accurate, the concept of the multiverse lacking because no one in the world has actually met their counterparts. It’s impossible. That’s the universe’s first hidden rule about the soul.
Because souls are tricky things, in the making of a person, one soul is assigned to them, split up like slices of a tangerine and handed off to each of ‘you’ from a different timeline. An invisible string connecting each of you to each other, a way for each of you to never meet, a map being sketched out to pinpoint where each fragment of soul has landed and where exactly it is in the universe.
So, they’re all ‘you’ but each version is slightly different. Because environment has as much of an affect as genetic make-up and the characteristics that are imbedded within your soul. It’s expected that a soul is split and spread across multiple timelines, universes, places, another of the many hidden rules engraved into the universe.
However, every so often a problem occurs. Sometimes there’s only one body, one universe and one timeline, one place with multiple pieces of fragmented soul. When the soul cracks, a slice of that soul is assigned to one body, the other pieces being abandoned across the universe where the other versions of ‘you’ are meant to be but never were. And this poses as a problem, because slowly your body will start to pull the fragmented pieces of soul in, as each piece tries to weave its way into at least one version of you. They were assigned to you for a reason.
Either one of two things happen, the better option is: you are forgotten. With only one version of you, you don’t have your intended impact on your timeline and slowly those that you love and the current world that you’ve grown up in will forget you ever even existed. Slowly your body will start to break down, your reason for living slowly dwindling until the universe decides that you are a waste of space. Your lost pieces of soul slowly start absorbing back into the abyss ready to be regenerated into another being. And so, the only version of ‘you’ will slowly deteriorate. Until you are no more.
The second outcome is the worse of the two. Each fragment will try and pull you into its timeline, to absorb into the only version of you that exists in the world. And having multiple parts of a soul doesn’t pose as a problem, because they have technically achieved their intended purpose in being a part of ‘you’. However, for your fragmented pieces of soul to be absorbed, time warps, something akin to a black hole forming. And as your body is pulled in multiple directions at once, your limbs will be ripped from your body, and ultimately you die an excruciating death where no one knows what happened. You vanish from the face of the earth.
There is a solution to this problem. And more often than not the outcome isn’t favourable. How were you ever meant to know you were the unlucky one, whose soul had been shattered and left to lay stagnant because there is only one ‘you’?
And it seems that you are the unlucky one of this millennia that will face the consequences of the universes mistake.
Hopefully someone has the map of your soul so each of your fragments can be retrieved before you’re either forgotten or ripped to shreds by the universe.
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Summary: All Jin can think to do is try and kiss it all better.
Word count: 7.6k
Tags/ warnings: blood is mentioned a lot, lots of crying, angst/ comfort (it’s more comfort), fluffy-ish, violence (but its deserved), the pain if finally over, hybrid mistreatment, me thinks that is all
Notes: second to last chapter lets gooooo. i also planned for like super soft smut in the next chapter, like a cute way to end the series but oh my god the cringe, jail time, will never see the light of day. so idk if there will be which im pissed about and i’m too scared to ask someone for help :’( and i’m shy but i’m open to suggestions! i’ve also been stressed because i have to write a graduation speech and my brain has fully stopped working so this chapter is a lil late and i’m a tiny bit unhappy with it because i feel like something is missing but my brain is fried.
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
Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook
Summary:After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 2,247 Rating:M Warnings (updated per chapter): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization, discussion of sexual assault, discussion of physical assault, discussion of controlling behavior, heavy petting, marking, slightly toxic relationship, spiraling thoughts, fictional discrimination
Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.
Yoongi rolled his eyes but obliged. “He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t trust you. Or humans in general I guess.”
“But that makes no sense.” You checked your phone to make sure you were still walking in the correct direction. “If he doesn’t hate me then why’s he an asshole all the time?”
“That’s just Jin-hyung.” Yoongi shrugged. “He’s overprotective of all of us.”
