Genre/warnings:ghost au, horror au, angst, small mentions of drinking but it’s not excessive, mention of possible drug use, mentions of murder
Word count:1,485
Summary: Every apartment building is a little strange, whether it be the residents or the history behind the building. But when Yoongi moves into Westfield Apartments, he finds that both his neighbors and the building itself are more than a little strange.
Christopher ‘Chan’ Bang: A nice guy, but definitely wary of others outside his apartment. Protective. Polite, but seems to be a little nervous all the time.
Lee Minho: Blunt. Makes it obvious he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. Rude, but with intention. Tries to drive people away intentionally.
Seo Changbin: Quiet. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t say much, even when spoken to. Usually out at the bar. If he’s out at night, he doesn’t come back until after sunrise. Must know something.
Felix Lee: Innocent. Naïve. Too kind and friendly for his own good. Left in the dark by his roommates. Probably for the best.
Yoongi had swung back by Jihoon’s to grab the file, quickly scanning through whatever your father had gathered on the four roommates he was about to encounter. He was sure they knew something, but it seemed to be to the extent of whatever Wonwoo, Jeonghan, and Soonyoung knew: there was something going on in the apartment building that they should be mindful and afraid of, but they weren’t sure what it was.
With the file stuffed into a black backpack he was keeping on his back, Yoongi approached 206.
When he knocked, it was Minho who was at the door, leaning against the frame with a disgusted look on his face as he eyed Yoongi up and down.
“And what’re you back for?” he asked, definitely not hiding the fact that he didn’t want Yoongi coming back to their apartment.
“Minho, stop it,” Chan came up behind him, saying the words under his breath forcefully with a stern look. Then his eyes went to Yoongi and he offered a friendly smile. “What can we do for you?”
“Who is it?” Felix’s voice came from inside the apartment, before there was a harsh, “Shh!”
“As if you don’t know…” Minho muttered, rolling his eyes.
Yoongi flashed him a confused look before slowly looking back to Chan, “…D-do you know why I’m here…?”
“You’ve only been bothering everyone and their mother in the building,” Minho snapped. “Whatever the hell you’re digging around for, we’re not having any part of it. Kick rocks.”
“Minho–!”
“Hey,” a new voice cut in.
Changbin came out of the dark apartment that was only being illuminated by a TV screen. He kept his eyes down, only glancing up at Yoongi as he slipped between Chan and Minho, muttering, “Wanna get a drink?”
Not even waiting for an answer, Changbin turned the corner into the hallway and kept walking. Yoongi only glanced at his two roommates as Felix called for Changbin to come back to movie night before the older boy was jogging to catch up.
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Yoongi found himself in a bar on the edge of the nearby city. It was the stereotypical tiny bar that one would see in the movies. It was a little bit of a shithole but it was nice enough for Yoongi to not feel gross drinking out of their glasses. It was also nice enough for Changbin to be a regular considering everyone there seemed to know him and the bartender knew his typical order – Yoongi just got whatever Changbin got.
Changbin had one hand around his glass while Yoongi held his with both to just give his hands something to do instead of nervously fidget.
“Listen,” Changbin finally began after the two sat in silence for a moment after getting their drinks – Yoongi wasn’t really sure what to say because Changbin was pretty intimidating, and he felt like he should wait for the younger boy to start the conversation, anyway, “I know you know things about the apartment. All of us do – ‘cept Felix, and we wanna keep it that way?”
“Why?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Changbin chuckled, “You’ve seen the kid: he’s too…pure and innocent and happy. Besides, it’s not his fault he’s stuck there. Kid has nowhere else to go so we took him in even though we didn’t want him exposed to what we have been. I feel bad because he wants to leave the room and make friends, but… I’m not saying everyone in that place is bad, but we don’t know who we can trust. That place changes people, we’ve seen it happen. Kihyun got fucked up by something on the fifth floor. Hell, Kibum was never as agitated as he is now. He used to at least be nice sometimes, but now talking to that dude is a surefire way to get your head bitten off. Even…”
He paused, looking down into the liquid in his glass, “Even Jihoon and Yuna were normal when they moved in. But then…Yuna started saying things that were just…weird. She was seeing things that weren’t there and mumbling to herself. She was always talking about these…dark shapes and shadows. Some people though maybe she was just acting normal to make friends but then got comfortable, and she was crazy all along. Some thought she was doing drugs. And because Jihoon was so close with her, he was deemed crazy, too. But…the longer I’ve lived in that stupid fucking building, the more I wonder…was Yuna even crazy at all? If I’m honest, I think she was perfectly sane, but she just had the power somehow to see the shit that’s changing everyone in the building. Maybe I’m lucky because I spend more time here than at that place, so I can see what’s happening. But I don’t know who or what or why.”
“Can I ask…what do you think happened to Yuna?” Yoongi wondered slowly.
“Think she was either locked up in a mental hospital, or whatever she saw got to her,” he stated blankly. “Everyone saw the cops take her out, assuming she murdered _____, but they never investigate any of the other murders here. If they investigated _____’s, they’d know that Yuna didn’t do it.”
“You don’t think it was Yuna?” Yoongi interrupted.
“No,” Changbin replied surely. “They were best friends. I think, like every other murder, that whatever Yuna saw is killing people. I think it’s tied to the Westfields, and they must have connections with the police since they’re not doing anything about it. So they either threw her in a hospital or they let whatever’s in that building get her. Either way, she didn’t deserve it.”
“How do you know all this? And if you know this, why haven’t you just left?” Yoongi asked.
Changbin gave a small, sad smile, “Because it’s…fine. Nothing bad has happened to us and we don’t have the money to leave. Westfield is dirt cheap. We mind our business. If anything, we just wanna get the kid outta there before something happens to him. Me, Chan, and Minho have had rough lives. We’ve done shit we’re not proud of. Felix, though? He’s good through and through. He doesn’t deserve whatever’s going on there.”
“Don’t you want to try and stop it, then?” Yoongi continued. “At least for Felix?”
Changbin took a gulp of his drink before he looked at Yoongi solemnly, “I know you know more than us, and I don’t wanna know anymore than I already do. But we know your intentions are good. But, Yoongi…your actions might be stirring up whatever’s in that building. You’re putting a big-ass target on yourself, and I don’t want any part of it.”
Yoongi leaned in a little closer, his stare intense, “Then who can I go to for help? I really need more answers, Changbin. Please.”
Changbin stared back as he weighed his options, then sighed, looking back down at his drink, “I don’t know who knows what, but Namjoon’s a smart guy. There’s no way he wouldn’t have somewhat of an idea of what’s up with the place. But…”
Changbin paused so sigh, hanging his head, “Look, it’s a longshot he’ll even answer you – and it might even get you killed – but…Jungkook might be your best bet. He was the closest with Yuna so he’d probably know more about everything. But Jungkook doesn’t really talk to anyone anymore. Guy hardly leaves his apartment.”
Yoongi felt a little bit of relief, but also a little anxiety. While he had a lead for some answers, he knew that the closer he got to the answers he needed, the bigger the target on his back became. But he was in too deep now. He had to keep digging.
“Thanks, Changbin,” he said as he put a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. Then he stood to leave.
Changbin grabbed Yoongi’s forearm but didn’t look at him, “It’s not safe to go back now. I’ll get you a room at the motel I stay at.“
“N-no, I can pay,” Yoongi insisted. “You said you can’t afford to move out, so–”
“It’s fine,” he assured him, “I get rooms for cheap because I flirt with the girl at the desk. Place isn’t much but…it’s safer than going back.”
➬ Summary | With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end.
➬ Genre | Artist/Music Producer!Yoongi, Established relationship!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | possessive Yoongi, a few events of jealousy, multiple smut scenes, implied public foreplay, clothed foreplay, dry humping, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, breast play, biting, clit play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, self-masturbation (female), clothed sex, car sex.
↳ Word count | 22k words (I’m sorry for this T^T)
↳ Cross post | AO3|Inkitt (coming soon!)
↳ Music companion | Little Do You Know-Alex & Sierra | Youth - Daughter
➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @minyoongail. | Thank you for giving me a chance to write for Yoongi again. Forgive me for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this story.
THEN…
From the very first night you met Min Yoongi, you were instantly drawn to him.
To describe the moment perfectly, you could easily say that it had happened exactly the way wise people would describe this kind of attraction; that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
It was an instant pull, the kind of attraction that you had never once felt for another person before. Not to the boys you have dated through college, not even for the hot specimen of a male sitting right next to your cubicle at the office you were attending through your internship.
To this day, you could only faintly recall the events which had led you into getting dragged along to the uncharted territory where Min Yoongi existed. It was Friday night, right on the weekly scheduled night out that you would spend with your friends, when the hours were getting late and the dive bar that you had frequently gone to each week felt too cramped and dull with all the men in suits who came in for a seemingly boring company party while acting like they owned the place.
“It would be fun,” you remembered one of them said as she suggested to try hopping into a different club instead of ending the night early.
Sooooo… i held off as long as I coukd coz i know its going to hurt. I read the teaser so i have an idea how much it will hurt. To be fair to the reader, we all have these kind of thoughts even if you’re not dating a renowned music producer. Its a given in any relationship, and i feel her with her struggles - the feeling of inadequacy, the sort of “power dynamics” (him being famous while her “normal”), the inner monologue of telling yourself that he loves you and that he’s faithful.
My chest was so tight the whole time i was reading this, up until the interview with Yoongi. After that i released a very huge breath. This is such a beautiful story, the way Yoongi makes it up to her with words and deeds, trying to prove to her that she’s loved and there is no one else.
It takes hard work to keep any relationship to work and this story is such a gem coz it gives you hope that there is happy ending.
⤑ Summary | Being stuck in the kitchen of your aunt’s bakery late at night is the last thing you had in mind when it came to preparing for Valentine’s day. Although, being stuck with your archenemy, and the most overbearing person you have ever known, teaching you how to bake your aunt’s secret recipe is the exact opposite of what you’d ever have in mind. As the kitchen grows hot, however, you cannot tell whether it’s from the ovens or if it’s something else burning between the two of you. As the night progresses, you cannot help but wonder which one would melt first once you are done. The frostings? Or you?
⤑Genre | Enemies to Lovers!au, Baker!au, Baker!Yoongi, Baker!reader, Smut
⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
⤑ Warning | involving food play (with…a lot of licking), Yoongi’s tongue, minor dirty talk, sexual tension in the kitchen, soft dom!Yoongi, clothed foreplay, breast play (with some biting involved), oral sex (f receiving, biting involved; m receiving, deep throating and balls sucking involved), fingering, female masturbation, deep throating, cum eating, penetrative sex without protection, semi-public sex.
⤑ Word count | 14,3k words
⤑ Song Companion |Rendezvous At Two - Play With Me
❥ Author’s Note | Written as a part of Bon Appetit collaboration with @jamaisjoons,@yeoldontknow, and @chillingkoo | Many thanks for my hype team @randombtsprincessaand@softyoongiionly, some of these scenes would never make sense if it weren’t for you. And for my second set of eyes @theodea, thank you for helping me even while you’re busy cat-sitting ;) | For my readers, I really hope you guys would enjoy this one. Have a beautiful Valentine!
Luck had not been on your side.
And honestly, no matter how much you hate to admit it, there is no denying that luck has not been on your side for a long time. If it were, you probably would not be here, stranded in the back kitchen of your aunt’s bakery shop, surrounded by the massive ovens that are still warm after the whole day of baking. Though there is no doubt that the temperature will only continue rising as the night is growing late.
Out of the tons of scenarios that you had pictured back when you had agreed to work alongside your aunt in her bakery shop, this is definitely not what you have had in mind. Not that you mind being here in the kitchen, doing what you love to do most. The only problem you have right now has something more to do with the situation you are currently being stuck in.
You pulled the covers over your head some more and shifted closer to the warm body that was laying next to you. The fabric of his shirt rubbed across your fingertips as you moved your hand under his shirt.
“_____, let me go.” His voice was hoarse and deep.
You shook your head and placed your leg over his waist to cling on tighter. Your eyes were still shut and a grin was prominent on your face.
“Baby I have to go.” He pushed some of your curly hair out your face and kissed your nose. Your eyes fluttered opened and you puckered out your lips for him to kiss.
He laughed lightly and pecked your lips a couple of times before unraveling your body from his and getting out of bed.
You sat up and pouted, “How long will you be gone?”
Yoongi looked through his drawers and pulled out a shirt and jeans, “Probably all day. Dance practice then the studio.”
You nodded and eyed him while he changed out and in to his clothes. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it. You didn’t want to seem clingy with Yoongi even though you were. He’s been home with you for 3 days now and you have been all over him. You didn’t want too invade his time with the boys and his muisc. Yoongi noticed you struggling for words and chuckled.
“What?” You smiled.
“If you want to come with me you can. No need to think so hard about it.” He walked into the bathroom.
You jumped out of bed with pure happiness and grabbed something that was hanging from the chair.
You squeezed your curves into the jeans and quickly pulled on a shirt and pulled on Yoongi’s Joyrich jersey. You skipped into the bathroom and stood by him. He was brushing his teeth so you grabbed his face towel to wash his face for him. You made the towel damp and reached up to wipe his face but he pushed your hands away.
“Brush your teeth. Don’t worry about me.” He pointed towards your toothbrush and grabbed the towel out your hand to wash his own face. You smiled to yourself and reached up to kiss his cheek.
“I love you.” You grinned.
“Yeah yeah, love you too.” ♡ at the studio ♡ “You should tune this up just a little.” You pointed at the button.
Yoongi pulled you deeper into his lap and started to play with your belt loops.
“What you know about this?” He questioned with a grin.
You looked over your shoulder, “Well after watching my husband do this over and over again I kind of pick on to stuff.”
“Husband?” He kissed your cheek softly and kept his lips close to your face.
You closed your eyes and nodded.
“One day baby.” Yoongi whispered and kissed your cheek and down your neck with soft pecks making your stomach twist and turn with pure affection.
You giggled and edged away from Yoongi playfully as he was still trying to kiss your neck. “Yoongiiii~” You dragged out his name as he grabbed the side of your head and pulled you closer to him.
“Stop moving away.” He muttered into your neck.
“But it tickles.” You giggled some more.
He pulled away from you and sat back in the chair. You stared into his eyes as you stood up and leaned down to kiss his lips. You leaned back up and pulled your jeans up some more. You had plenty of hips and butt that sometimes annoyed you.
“Stupid fat.” You mumbled and pulled the belt a little tighter.
“Stopping fighting it and love it.”
You looked down at Yoongi and looked away as soon as you saw how deep he was looking in to your eyes.
“You’re beautiful _____, understand that.” Yoongi grabbed your hands and pulled you back into his lap. You placed your head on top of his and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Your hair smells nice too.” Yoongi flicked the hair that had fallen in his face out of his sight.
You smiled and moved your hair out his face, “Always.”
Yoongi made one of his faces and you giggled, “Stop.”
