Characters:Yoongi x female reader

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.

Tag list:@mirror-juliet​

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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.”

Dating advice | Part four

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.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings:Swearing, alcohol consumption, low self esteem, future smut

Authors Note: Another week, another part. Glad to hear you’re all still enjoying this!

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“I’m going to be alone forever.”

“Probably.”

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.

back to you.thirteen.

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an ⋮ hello, i hope you all enjoy this chapter! tell me your thoughts? make sure you’re al taking good care of yourselves! and a small correction: more embarrassing than**** your tummy grumbling..”

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an ⋮ hahahahah they are finally coming back together! also, i lowkey wanted to make this a little more angsty (and there will still be wtf moments) but you know what? fuck angst! fluff is where it’s at … i was also listening to cute songs so i physically couldn’t handle bad scenes… don’t judge me…

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