Yoongi X reader - married Wax play, ice play, f!oral, unprotected sex
This had been the worst fight the two of you had had in a long time. Yoongi was due to set off on a new world tour within the next month and he kept bringing home the stress of rehearsals with him. Every time he came home he either collapsed on the sofa and stayed there until long after you gone to bed, or forced himself through dinner with you snapping at you when you asked questions he deemed too overwhelming for his current mental state. You know he didn’t mean it, often apologising as soon as he realises how short he had been with you, but after two weeks you’d had enough.
“STOP IT!” you shout after the twelfth grumbled reply of the evening “You have been awful to me for weeks now, and I get it you are stressed but did you ever think maybe I have bad days too?” he glances up at you from under his bangs before excusing himself from the table and locking himself in his home studio. You let out an exasperated sigh before throwing the empty plates into the sink, chipping one in the process. The flood gates opened then, and you retreated to your shared bedroom, safe in the knowledge that your husband would not come to bed until after he was sure you were asleep.
You must’ve passed out while crying. When you awoke the sun was streaming through the crack in the blinds, Yoongi no where to be found. He must have come in at some point though because your jeans had been removed, and you were tucked in with your favourite blanket and the teddy bear he bought you for your first date. You cuddle the small toy close before unravelling yourself and going in search of your missing spouse. You walk out into the living room but he’s not on the sofa. You search further into the house, heading for his musical sanctuary. That’s where you find him. Curled up on the small leather sofa in the corner usually reserved for when you want to watch him work. Soft snores fall from his mouth, he looks so peaceful there, finally relaxed. You crouch by his side and try to wake him, eager to sort through any lingering contempt from the night before. However, when he doesn’t stir, an evil idea forms in your head.
You run back to the kitchen to receive your weapon of choice. The ice cubes burn your hand a little as you rush back to mess with the man you love. When you return, he has turned in his sleep, giving you the perfect access to your target. You almost abort the plan when you see his angelic face, mouth slightly agape, he just looks so cute. But the ice is staring to drip out of our hand so its now or never. You take one of the cubes and rub it gently along the back of his neck. He lets out a small moan in protest to the damp sensation. The noise only spurs on your mischievous replacement for an alarm clock. You drop two ice cubes down his back, knowing how sensitive he is. The sudden damp wakes him up immediately and you rush to hide the evidence, slipping the remaining ice cubes into your mouth, not having an exit strategy for him awaking so fast.
The bleary man eyes you suspiciously, looking at your blown-out chipmunk cheeks. While tired he is not stupid. His eyes squint as his hand reaches out to push your cheeks together. One of the cubes falls out of your mouth and he laughs shaking his head at your antics, felling the tension break between the two of you. You stick your tongue out, the last remaining block of ice proudly sat in the middle. He pulls you in to kiss you. The two of you pass the cold shard back and forth until nothing remains. You pull away a little breathless, resting your forehead against his.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you baby” you whisper, genuinely sad that you’d snapped knowing how hard he’d been working.
“Don’t be silly, it’s all on me. I should never be that short with you ever. I love you far too much to ever make you that upset.” His hand caresses the side of your face as you cling to him, happy to finally be talking through the rising resentment.
“I love you too… so much” tears sting your eyes again when you think about how much your going to miss him when he goes on tour, knowing that part of the argument was pushing each other away in preparation for the long separation.
“Come with me?” he asks for what must be the hundredth time since the tour was announced. You sigh about to refuse again, you couldn’t just up and leave your job and friends, especially with how busy he would be, but his lips press against yours to halt your response. “Please, I don’t want to leave you again, I can’t” his eyes plead with yours, a sadness planted deep within them.
“Maybe” your voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s all he needs for now “Maybe for a little bit of the tour at least” you clarify, but it doesn’t matter, because he knows you, once your resolve budges an inch he can run with it for a mile. He sweeps you into his arms, all sleepiness worn off. He carries you back to your bedroom as you squeal for him to release you. He dumps you on the bed and is instantly covering your body with his. He places kisses along your chin and down your throat before pulling your hands away from your sides and above your head. He secures them with the handcuffs that had become a permanent fixture to your headrest.
“Now I think it’s time to get you back for the rather rude awakening this morning.” He pulls your shirt up your body, so it pools around your extended arms and crawls back off the bed. Reaching into your box of toys he pulls out a candle and lighter. “Fire for ice… what do you think Jagi” his voice dropped an octave as he set the wick alight and waited for wax to start dripping from the top. You squirm in anticipation as he moves the candle over your body. He tests the temperature on his own skin before letting it hang freely over your stomach.
*drip*
The first splatter of warmth hits your stomach and you let out a moan.
*drip*
*drip*
The next two hit your thighs, close to your core. His free hand moves to play with the drying wax connecting the small trail of dots, his fingers getting dangerously close to where you wanted them most before he pulled them away and moved the candle to a new target. The wax was flowing a little quicker now, he took the opportunity to write his initials across your chest before blowing out the flame and placing the candle on the heatproof mat on your dresser. He signals you to stay still and exits the room. You close your eyes awaiting his return, enjoying the feeling of the cooling wax on your skin.
You hear him return but don’t bother to look. Your trust in him is complete, unwavering. A trust you regret just a little when the ice I dragged slowly across your heated flesh. Your eyes fly open, glaring at the cocky smirk now on his face.
“What happened to the fire?” you question trying to sound annoyed and failing miserably. His freezing touch prevents you from actually being upset. Too turned on to even keep up your fake argument. He pulls the cube down from between your breasts to your pussy, holding it just above your slit and letting the cool water mix in with your juices. When that cube was gone Yoongi reached for another one from a glass on the side. Placing it on his tongue he tucked his head between your legs and blew a cold wind over your still heated skin. One arm wrapped around your thigh the other snaking underneath him to play with your folds. Once his mouth is almost as cold as the ice he licks up your slit before sucking on your clit.
The severe temperature shift made you shiver with pleasure. His mouth moves expertly against your clit, drawing nonsensical shapes in your skin. Two of his fingers tease your entrance, their tips dancing in and out of you but never enough to cause the stretching burn you craved from them. Your about to whine for what you want, not above begging after the taunting he had put you through, when he surprises you by pushing three of his digits inside. You let out a high squeak at the sudden intrusion, the burn almost too much. Almost. You grind down as far as the handcuffs will let you. He chuckles at your eager reaction, pulling his hand back as much as far as you advanced.
“Please” the plea left your mouth almost involuntarily. He pumps his fingers languidly in and out. His digits curve expertly against your sweet spot.
“Please what Jagi… tell me what you need” he places kisses on your thighs and waits for your response.
“Fuck me… hard, make me cum hard all over your cock” your filthy mouth makes it impossible for him to hold back any longer. He rips his fingers from you almost painfully. He unlocks your hands, flips you over, and removes his pants. You grip onto the pillows as he lines himself up. He thrusts into you hard, pistoning his hips like a man gone mad. The feeling is incredible. One hand reaches round to play with your clit as the other wraps in your hair pulling you up flush against him. He places small kisses along your shoulders in between the grunts leaving his mouth. Your orgasm builds quickly in this position. The combination of the angle and his ministrations on the bundle of nerves between your legs has you almost screaming as the pleasure overtakes you, your husband not far behind as his hips stutter.
He cuddles you close as the two of you fall to the mattress, exhausted. When your highs fade, he moves to grab your recover kit, using a plastic card to remove the dried wax from your skin and rubbing the areas with a soothing moisturiser. He places kisses to the slightly pink skin and pulls you favourite blanket back around the two of you as you fall into a late morning nap. Back in his arms where you belong.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: hello everyone! sorry I’ve been gone for so long and have kept some ppl waiting, life got hectic and b u s y. BUT! I’m gonna have the outro profiles posted shortly and work on posting my next au during my month off from school which starts next week!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: *GASP* what’s this? me posting again?? (sounds too good to be true) I’m sorry for taking so much time off, school never got better like I thought it would, but I finally got some stuff worked out! THANK YOU SO MUCH for being patient with me and I hope you guys stick around for the last 2 chapters and enjoyed this one!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: I probably put too much information about the internships but whatever anyway yoongi’s living his best life and that’s all that matters (also next update a certain two people join forces) lmk your thoughts and thanks for reading!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: no this isn’t sponsored by panera lmao but Jin is definitely onto something about their mac ‘n cheese lmk what you thought and let’s chat about ur Panera orders (thanks for reading)
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
paring: non-idolYoongi x Reader (established relationship)
rating: 18+ ONLY
genre: fluff, smut
w/c:1k
warnings: cursing, oral sex, (m. receiving) switch reader, switch yoongi. (If you catch anything else I forgot to add, please don’t hesitate to let me know)
a/n: I wrote this in under an hour cuz ima hoe… anyways, please enjoy
Getting the chance to witness Yoongi as he slept was a rarity of its own. The raven-haired male was infamous for waking up before the early chirps of newborn birds and falling asleep only after you’ve drifted off into dreamland, so today was something special. Having him rest so soundly beside you, warm sunlight spilling across his flawless skin, and thick lashes soft against the apples of his cheeks as the rhythm of his faint breath exhaled past his lips.
“You’re so beautiful.” You soundly whisper, watching as Yoongi slowly began to wake from his slumber.
Your fingers begin to dance along the flesh of his ivory chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps down it’s path. The further you venture, the more you notice something twitching underneath the thin fabric of the sheets. “Oh,” You giggle, eyes panning to the stiff erection, standing proudly beneath the linen.
“Baby~?” You mew softly, fingers trickling past his torso to the edge of his waistband. “Is this okay?”
Yoongi’s lashes slowly begin to flutter open, tongue darting across his dry lips out of habit. It takes a moment for his vision to come to, but when it does, you’re the first thing he sees. Your wild bedhead framing around your delicate face, eyes narrowed seductively low, and plump lips formed into the shape of a wicked smirk. It was then he noticed your hand, so dangerously close to the needy dick twitching in his boxers. “Please.”
Never one to turn down your lover, your hand slips beneath the thin layer of fabric, immediately met with the heat of Yoongi’s manhood. Your fingers find the thick base of his shaft, palming around the veiny, hot flesh.
Yoongi utters a grunt, stuttering his hips upward due to the bewitching sensation of your sweet touch. “You’re always so sensitive when I touch you here.” You giggle, palm slowly beginning to work up and down his shaft.
Yoongi’s breath staggers in his throat, eyelids riding low as a familiar tightness begins to coil within the pit of his abdomen. “I-I had a dream…” He struggled to articulate his speech, your soft hand around his dick having an effect on him. “A-about you.”
Your tongue flirtatiously darts across your bottom lip, “Oh, yeah?” you start with a smirk, antagonizing his sexual frustration. “What was your dream about, baby?” You squeeze your hand tighter, just how Yoongi liked it.
Yoongi’s throat releases a hiss, eyelashes fluttering as he takes a nibble out of his lip.“ Y-you were s-sucking me o-of.” He stuttered in the form of a slight pout, and fuck did you love it when he pouted. “B-but you didn’t l-let me c-cum.” Jet orbs glossing over
“Aww, that’s so mean of me.” You reply coyly, fingers teasing around his mushroom tip, massaging in his sticky pre-cum. “Do you think you deserve to cum, Yoongi?” you ask, toying with his dick as if it were your own personal plaything.
“I- I do deserve it.” He finds the strength to say. “I’m a good m-man to you, aren’t I?” He makes sure to add as if to plead his case.
“Yes, you’re very good to me, Yoongi.” His body shivers as you whisper into the shell of his ear. “So I’ll give you what you want.” After maneuvering under the sheets, you slowly peel back the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers, allowing his tall erection to spring free. You lick your lips at the mighty sight, pre-cum glistening at the tip, healthy veins protruding from the sides, and a thickness that made you crave him even more. “You always look so yummy,” You say, tongue darting out to collect the first taste of his red tip.
“Shit,” Yoongi grunts, uncontrollably jolting his hips upward.
You were never one to leave your boyfriend unsatisfied, so opening your mouth wide and swallowing him whole was always the option with the best results. The tip of your nose reaches the forest of his pubic hair, tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft. The grunts and moans slipping past Yoongi’s lips give the encouragement to hold your gag reflex, allowing you to relax your throat.
“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi’s hands move on their own, gripping the back of your hair to hold your mouth in place. With eyes rolled back, he’s inching his shaft as far as it can reach. Your mouth feels immaculate around him, the thick wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat, fuck he could orgasm then and there. “C-can I…?” Yoongi mutters, almost too afraid to ask.
You know precisely what Yoongi means by his question; he wants to take control. The very thought of him using your mouth and throat for his sexual leisure causes a spike of pleasure to pulse between your thighs. So, of course, you nod to his request.
Gripping at the back of your hair tighter, Yoongi guides your hollowed-out mouth slowly up and down his thickness. “T-tap me if y-you need to b-breathe.” He utters, eyes rolling back to the erotic sensation your hungry mouth was providing.
You nod to the suggestion but also know you won’t be needing air anytime soon. After years of being with Yoongi, you’ve perfected the art of inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils.
“Shit, y-your mouth is so good.” Yoongi stutters while you bob your head to the speed that he desired, erotic wet sounds exuded from beneath the sheets. “I-I fuckin love you.” With every passing moment, the pulsing in Yoongi’s dick intensifies along with the aching to release. “Wanna swallow for me, baby?”
You thought it cute that he even asked, and if his dick wasn’t being shoved halfway down your esophagus, you would have giggled, but instead, you nod to his request.
“G-gotta see you,” Yoongi yanks away the sheets, revealing your sexy mouth gobbling away at his dick, thick saliva collecting at the base of his shaft and your alluring, hazed eyes gazing up at him; his own personal goddess. “My sexy girl gonna take my load in her mouth? You gonna do that for me?”
You don’t stop bobbing, sucking him all in as your eyes screamed the words, “yes, please.”
As if on queue, the rubber band sensation, stretching in the pit of Yoongi’s abdomen, finally snaps. “Oh, fuck!” He yells, holding your head in place to collect the large amount of cum releasing into your throat. He thrusts a few final times, colors exploding in his vision while riding the explosive high of his orgasm.
And just like he asked, you have no problem swallowing it all, gulping down the salty evidence of your boyfriend’s orgasm, before your lips release the tip of his dick with a -pop-.
A satisfied smile gleams across Yoongi’s rosy cheeks as he grabs your arm, gesturing you to lay beside him, “Come here.”
Doing as you’re told, your head plops into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head, gazing into his glossy, hooded eyes.
“You’re so fuckin perfect,” Yoongi says, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, thanking you for the happy ending he’d just received. “What do you want for breakfast?” his fingers stroking throughout your hair as he watched you in awe.
The light glaze of sweat glistening across Yoongi’s skin and the softness in his deep, onyx eyes melted you inside. You loved him so much that after 2 years of being together, butterflies still managed to flutter in the pit of your stomach. “Pancakes!” You nearly shout, a bit too excited at the mention of breakfast.
Yoongi chuckles at your animated behavior. “Let’s get showered, and then I’ll make you a tall stack of pancakes.” He watches as the excitement grows in your eyes, reminding him of the many reasons why he fell hard for you. “I love you.” Yoongi manages to sneak in the phrase before you could respond.
Your heart did that thing where it nearly somersaulted out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have such a beautiful, perfect man in your bed every morning? So, without hesitation, you respond, “I love you too, Min Yoongi.”
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.
Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader.
Warnings:brief hints of insecurity; reader’s necklace is pulled; loss of breath.
Yoongi loved nothing more than to see you wrapped in the jewelry he gifted you with.
He adored the twinkle of your eyes that his lavish presents granted him with, and the sweet pecks of thanks you placed to his lips despite how your words seeped between his lips in every kiss, to scold him for spoiling you.
He cherished every teasing graze of his fingertips over your flesh as he clasped the glimmering trinket around your wrist or throat, just to admire the shivers of your body at the mere notion of his touch.
And when your glistening pendant dangled above his chocolate eyes, mesmerizing him as you perched yourself upon his lap and dipped your lips into his, he was simply taken by you.
But it was the moments such as these when he adorned your body with his shimmering presents, he adored most of all; how your irises would reflect their twinkle whilst you admired his gifts within his arms before you hastily pleaded for his deft fingers to place it over your body.
With a gentle laugh, his fingertips would delicately trace the golden threads that glistened under his wanting gaze, as his plush lips greedily absumed the flesh of your nape, the glittering diamonds he bathed you within enticing him to leave not a mere inch of space between your bodies.
A soft gasp would fall from your lips to cut through your reprimands as his lithe fingers tangled themselves within the silvery chains that delicately traced the column of your throat; just to pull you into his chest, whilst bringing your eyes into his own in the waning space.
The glittering trinket that dripped over his fingers tips would whelve into the soft flesh of your clavicle with every curl of his hands, to draw you deeper into his embrace where your lips would meet his as if a golden tie between your souls.
“Have I let you forget already? You are my treasure,” he would whisper with a tender tug to the chain that clung to your neck, beckoning you closer than before until his pink lips grazed yours as he spoke, “you’re mine to cherish, to love and to protect.”
The heat of his lips would burn against yours as every word would create a delectable friction, that was far more priceless than golden rings; the mere contact with your love would make you greedy for so much more of him than the diamonds he dripped over your flesh, you would covet his kiss, his touch, his love- him.
His dark lashes that kissed the tops of your cheeks would certainly flutter your weakened heart whilst he teased you with his kiss, but he would always be just out of your reach as he chuckled softly at your pleadings.
“I suppose I have to remind you just how priceless you are to me.” He would smirk, his heart waltzing in anticipation of confessing to you of his love in every way he knew how.
With a mere twirl of his fingers, he would take the breath from your lungs as his slender fingers knotted themselves within the delicate pendant you wore, to pull you deeper into his love, he would forever tether your heart to his with a golden thread, and it’s hold would never be broken.
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.
Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.
Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.
A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.
Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.
However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.
It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…
Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.
Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?
You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.
Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.
The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.
Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.
What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.
It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.
But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?
It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.
Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.
When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.
More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.
Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.
Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.
Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.
You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.
And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.
Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.
A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.
Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.
Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.
You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.
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“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”
Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.
“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”
A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”
Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.
In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.
The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.
“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.
“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.
Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?
Weirdos…
Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.
Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.
Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.
The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…
By someone that you did not know.
“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.
The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.
You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.
Just who the hell was she?
“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.
“Her name is Y/N, right?”
“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”
“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”
Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.
Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.
Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.
Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.
The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…
“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?
“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.
Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.
During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.
Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.
Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!
Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…
“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…
“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”
At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”
Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.
Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.
Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.
It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.
Speaking of him…
“Eomma…. I’m home.”
Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.
“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.
“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.
“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.
Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.
It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.
Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.
“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”
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Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!
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Summary: There will always be a time when someone spirals between reality and fantasy, forcing yourself upon the visible barrier with a single hand reaching out for that one daydream—Wishing, wanting, needing for it to be true! But when it’s about an inch from your grasp… You wake up once more.
What if that world you see isn’t imaginary? What if it’s a predication? The red string that connects everyone together—What if its… fate?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Hybrid Suga x f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word count: 1K
A/N: This is just a preview (Glimpse) of what’s to come. This is not the whole chapter or story. Please be patient, and here’s a taste of my newest story coming soon! Thank you.
Parts: 1/? -> Coming Soon…
I’ve been having these weird dreams lately… of a world like no other.
It’s almost familiar~
But when I open my eyes, it scatters like a far-off memory.
Makes me wonder…
Is any of this real, or simply hope for a better fantasy?
“Y/N let’s go! —Get your lazy ass up and remember us already!”
You woke with a gasp, sweat lining your forehead while unconsciously kicking the covers off to cool down. Swiftly, you glanced around the room to see sunlight cracking through the colored curtains as it lined up perfectly, dancing with even the smallest shadows—Bedroom… You were in a bedroom.
Specifically, the bedroom you resided in as objects that practically had your name invisibly engraved with ownership burned holes right back from staring.
What was that? A dream?
Or…
Suddenly, you jumped in fright when an alarm rang throughout the quite bedroom. Your eyes widening, loosing all train of thought to scramble for the phone that kept buzzing on top of your nightstand. You yourself flinched at the noise; it was like hearing a screeching fire alarm that would’ve had anyone trying to claw off their ears to gain silence.
Quickly shutting down the alarm—not wanting to wake up your family either—you groaned in despair seeing the familiar reminder to take medication. Sight transferring from staring at the wall to the ceiling, body landing with a soft thump against the bedsheets. A silent cry leaving your lips, into a pair of hands.
Youhated it—Despised everything that was related to an issue involving medical or mental. Glaring towards the organized pill container, the little box laying not far from yourself.
Ever since you were a mere child, night and day were the times you had to drown a pair of tablets or capsules with water. The medication being prescribed, along with some much-needed vitamins apparently. Your parents explained they were necessary, important, and not a day should pass by where you miss a single dose.
Doctor appointment after another, each one telling you the same thing. It was like living inside a broken record player as it constantly repeated.
All of them explained it was to cope with anxiety, depression and other vital things… Something that had you scrunching up in confusion, because it didn’t feel like any of the medication was working or helping with those specific problems—Who were you to judge or go against a professional’s opinion?
But then…
A bad week came where you missed a few doses, such as last night for example. It had panic swelling inside, trying to hide any evidence as best as you could when seeing the still full container that read the exact time and date it was missed.
You must’ve gotten paler in color when your mother practically burst inside the room to make sure the medication was taken. Lies falling off your lips as a nervous smile graced itself. Though it wasn’t long until she left, satisfaction upon her face as you finally released a giant breath of relief before landing on your bed with an exhausted grumble. Eyes slowly drooping, and dark engulfing yourself.
However, unlike the other times where it would just be a blink away until morning. This felt different… It was almost like a gateway, your asleep brain wanting to process all the little visions that flew past in a hurry as the darkness started to grow brighter ahead.
For a second, you feared it was death—But then, you’d wake up and it would all disappear once more like if nothing happened.
Maybe it was only a glimpse of a dream?
A dream… something you haven’t had since your childhood.
Frowning, you snapped out of it while shaking your head to get rid of last night’s memories. You needed to focus on taking your medication before forgetting once more—The important pills were the first to go, wincing when they touched your tongue, leaving an ugly taste in its wake. It had you gagging, forcefully swallowing the tablets, as a familiar voice from inside your dreams faded away into ashes. Nose wiggling in distaste when feeling like your entire brain was getting wiped clean, leaving it hazy to even think.
Although, you didn’t have time to process anything more. Yelps leaving your mouth when seeing the time, running around the room to appear presentable and ready before the clock reminded you again on how late your running.
Cussing when knocking down the open water bottle to the floor, deciding to let it dry instead of cleaning up the mess before snatching the small backpack that was hanging upon the wooden door. You tried not to waste any time as the main lights were switched off, hopping on a single foot to slip inside your shoes with difficulty.
The idea of being tardy had stress building up, accidentally slamming your bedroom door a tad loud for anyone’s liking. But it was too late… The damage was done as you rushed throughout the hall, wanting to make it outside before hearing complaints and a whole lecture from your parents. Hurriedly setting a pace, you didn’t bother noticing something quite particular that happened all around.
Reflections that were supposed to have yourself… Didn’t.
There was not one that showed a body or face, well, at least not yours. Eyes that belonged to seven figures secretly gazing at you with a frown etched into their faces, glancing at one another before disappearing as you passed by without a second thought.
Throughout the years, they saw you change as life goes on… But not in the good way—They watched your eyes grow dimmer, weight on your shoulders growing heavily, and true-self distancing further into the pits of your heart.
And they couldn’t do a thing about it.
At least, not yet—For now… All they can do is watch over like guardians without you being able to see them. Watching, until the day comes where you’d remember everything.
Little did any of you know. That day would be coming along much sooner than anticipated as a container inside your room fell to the ground with a crackle. It bounced a few times, the fall causing the cap to pop off before rolling away. However, it wasn’t alone. Pills getting discarded in groups before finally landing with a silent splash… in the puddle of water, medication dissolving and getting soggy.
Now ruined.
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Summary:“After being invited to dinner at his hyungs’ girlfriend’s house, Jungkook finally got to be a part of that polyamorous relationship… Or, until then, he thought he was included too.
Dating six men was not an easy task, but you lived in harmony and much love. However, when the group’s maknae also tries to get into that relationship, things get more lively.”
Min Yoon-gi was the first to notice how the maknae looked at you from head to toe, bit his lips a few times and smiled back. And even if you were between your other two boyfriends, Seokjin and Taehyung, he couldn’t get even more jealous noticing the other man’s glares in his direction. The parties among the boys were already something relevant, to celebrate the last recording of the BE album, and the company’s actions, the boys were always excited about the group’s popularity, especially with the success that was being, this year was definitely theirs, again , bts was already one of the biggest groups today. The small party with the boys, staff and other groups took place in the company’s own building, which freed up one of the rooms and bought some snacks and drinks to accompany the celebration. Long time no minors, they released drinks to almost everyone, but left a small restraining order on txt and enhypen, their newest groups. So the elders and the managers were watching, especially the hyung line who had more responsibilities. Some of their boyfriends even looked at them, taking drinks from their hands and replacing them with sodas, they didn’t complain, they understood that they couldn’t overdo it. They had just gained freedom, not to mention the event they would have the next day. The interaction was cute.
Yoongi pressed the table hard as he faced his group brother, Jeon Jungkook. He also looked at him at times, he seemed to be making his hyung angry, but it could be Yoongi’s angry head. He didn’t want to fight with his little brother, especially when it came to petty things, like feeling jealous of something that was already completely his. He also knew you hated fights, and what he wanted least was a mess right now. Not that it wasn’t necessary, everyone knew you were dating six bts boys, but at times it seemed like none of that was remembered when you showed up at some events with them, especially when everyone in the company was gathered. The boys thought it was because of the lack that Jungkook felt, or even the lack of a female presence. They understood and didn’t bump into him when he, or even other groups, tried to talk and socialize, always praising you or making you laugh.
But then there was Min Yoongi, the big problem most of the time. He did feel jealous of you, it was not little, his jealousy was often possessive, it took you seriously. Which generated a lot of fights and restriction for all the other five boys, after all, when you fought with one, everyone felt the pain and prohibitions. However, today you were stunning with a red dress, it went up to your thighs, formed with a beautiful v between your breasts and the big neckline that appeared, open in the back and leaving the tattoo that you had on your back, heels and just a lipstick. Hoseok made you beautiful that night, he wanted to show you off to all the boys, he wanted to show the beautiful woman they had. The other boys, and especially Jungkook, couldn’t be more jealous of how lucky they were.
Maybe that’s why Jungkook wants your attention so much, because on top of everything else, everyone else would do anything to get some attention too. And that annoys Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. But today your boyfriends were a little distant, each on one side of the room, which allowed a certain freedom for other men and women to talk to you. That’s why he had been the first to notice that conversation that was constantly flowing between you and the maknae, now left aside when Jin and Tae distanced themselves and decided not to interfere with the conversation. Yoongi’s jaw quivered in anger at the sight, knowing they did it to stress him out. And it was Jimin who noticed how his hyung was doing that night, followed by a Hoseok who slowly approached the older man and touched his shoulder, taking his attention away from you.
“Hey.” Yoongi commented distractedly, then looked back at you.
“Hey Suga! Take a break.” Hoseok looked in his direction and sighed deeply. “You know Jungkook has a crush on her. And you don’t want to start a fight right?"
"But that doesn’t negate the fact that he always teases me when we’re at events with her.” Yoon squeezed the table a little more, the third eldest knew that it was impossible to talk to him at these times. “I’ve been avoiding a possible fight for a long time, you know that."
"Give the maknae a break, he and our little brother. Someday those feelings will end because he’ll realize she already has us."
"I share her with you, Jin and three others, and I’m glad to do so. But adding Jungkook to this relationship is already too much. She doesn’t need seven boyfriends."
"I know that, and the others also agree with just the six of us. She doesn’t need jealousy, she only has eyes for us.” Yoongi pushed the chair he was sitting in and stood up soon after, looking intently at Hoseok. But before that, she noticed when the maknae touched her arm and gave her a brief caress, not missing the scoundrel smile afterwards.
“Then tell Jungkook to stop teasing me!” he took the wine cup and made his way to where you were.
As Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung realized where Yoongi was going, they took a deep breath. They knew that one of the most dominant in the relationship had a very overwhelming aura, so this party would not end well, and as soon as he got home they would have to listen to the fight between you. Mainly because whoever was with you at that moment was Jungkook, everyone knew how Suga got when the maknae mentioned her name. He went crazy, always making sure he never left her alone with him. And he would do it at this event, the problem was Jungkook taking advantage of the conversation between Jin and Taehyung to get closer to you. The Korean also knew that trying to talk to you while Yoon was around would be impossible, so enjoying the company of his other boyfriends was ideal, just as it worked.
“Having fun?” Yoon wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him slowly. Jungkook didn’t notice his presence until he commented, so it took some of their attention and especially the maknae’s hands away from you.
“Jungkook was telling me how funny it is when everyone is together, and the adventures they have with the fans."
"Baby, I’m part of the group too, why didn’t you ask me?” you looked at Yoon and undid the smile on her face. That look, you knew him perfectly, you knew when he was in that way that everyone hated, especially you… But tonight nothing would get you out of your mind, so the best thing to do was ignore him. Yes, you decided to ignore Min Yoon-gi, that night was so beautiful that you decided to be a little bitch for him. As it used to be most days, her boyfriends had to take care of it. It was great to piss everyone off, because at the end of the day, I always got something from everyone, which I loved.
“I can make you more comfortable."
"No Jungkook, please stay. I like talking to you.” His hands quickly took Yoon’s hands off your waist and soon you found yourself prioritizing Jeon over your boyfriend, which in a way had been one of the worst mistakes.
Her other boyfriends watched the conversation warily, but they were surprised when it happened, when she prioritized someone outside the relationship over them. This had never happened in a year and a half, it was something new for everyone. Then Jimin and Hoseok laughed at what had happened, knowing that today was going to be a long night, and they couldn’t wait to get home soon. Sex with all six was not taboo and far from being, it happened a few times, maybe once a week, and everyone loved it when it happened, especially you who felt fulfilled.
"You know, it will be fun.” Hoseok said, still smiling. How angry Yoongi was.
“Dinner would be fine too. You know, just us and Jeon.” Jimin left the other two with a question mark on their foreheads.
“You want to see him even angrier, don’t you?” Hoseok stepped in too, earning a smile from him.
“Come on, it will be fun. Jungkook is my best friend, he would love to be invited.” Jimin left Hoseok confused, but only the main dominator Kim Namjoon understood what he meant. Still smiling and agreeing with his idea.
Imagining this, he also followed where you were. Always being careful not to draw the attention of the other boys anymore, but Jin and Taehyung couldn’t help but look and assume that something was really going on. Then they said goodbye to the composers and followed the direction of the other two men, situated in the same place. Namjoon overheard a small snippet of the conversation he was having with Jungkook, while Yoongi was just short of committing his first manslaughter, against his own brother. But, the light at the end of the tunnel, just as the leader arrived at the right time and right moment to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere, it was always him. The miraculous leader of the bangtan boys; Kim Namjoon.
“Hello Baby.” you looked towards Nam and smiled at him, soon feeling one of your hands touch his chin and pull it in for a small kiss. “I see you’re agitated tonight, that’s good. What’s the matter?"
"We talked about the group, our routines, nothing much.” Jungkook just smiled.
“Having fun, honey?” Nam squeezed his waist and Yoon took that as an invitation, soon letting a smile escape his lips. They both understood each other so well.
“Of course! But can we go home? These heels are killing me.” A small pout formed on her lips. It wasn’t the heels that were bothering you, it was the heavy atmosphere between you guys, caused by Yoongi. The one who’d promised not to break up the party.
“Sure baby, go with Yoongi. Me, Jin and Hoseok still need to stay to take the other boys home.” he smiled, kissing her lips again. “Say goodbye to our golden maknae, love.” Nam loved showing everyone who was the main dominator in your relationship. Even if the other men didn’t listen to him, it didn’t bother them, because in the end you would also obey everyone else… Only in bed, because outside of it they were your personal puppies. "See you later, Jungkook.“
"See you later, love.” Yoongi held her hand tightly and pulled her with him as far away from that room as possible. On the way to the parking lot and the personal car that had come.
“Love! Slow down, I’m wearing heels.” he pushed his body against the nearest wall and leaned against you, bringing your wrist to head height and holding tight.
“I already told you not to make me jealous, especially with that brat. Have you forgotten the rules or do you need me to remind you of them?” seeing Yoongi angry caused you a huge feeling inside, something good and joyful, you knew that the night would be very far away and it wouldn’t take long for the boys to gather too, however, reminding you of the rules caused a certain… Anxiety.
“I did not forget.” In the relationship there were some rules for the good coexistence of the poly relationship, it was something related to BDSM; submission, domination, masochism, etc. Namjoon created most of them, the rest the other boys added after studying his body. All took off each one. You memorized them all and loved each one, especially the degradation. “Excuse!"
"No, that’s not how it works, love. You know that. Let’s go home and there you’ll better apologize to me."
Namjoon and Jungkook continued their conversation slowly, while Jimin and Taehyung headed towards the parking lot, after saying goodbye to their friends.
"Having fun while talking to my girl?” Jungkook smiled weakly. “Stop teasing your hyung, he might end up killing you."
"Hyung, you know it’s impossible to ignore her, especially when she comes with such a beautiful outfit."
"I understand. Well, will you be free tomorrow night?"
"Probably so. Any plans?"
"We’re having dinner at home tomorrow, would you like to attend?” Jungkook swallowed hard. He had never been invited to his house, now he would accompany him to a dinner, it was quite a surprise. He wondered why that was now, when in fact it was pissing them all off… But they didn’t seem to mind the petty attitudes.
“Of course I did! What time would it be?"
"Nineteen hours. Don’t be late."
"You can. Would you like me to take something?"
"Some drinks, not too strong. You know, my girl doesn’t like heavy drinks.” Namjoon smiled again and looked around, seeing that Jin and Hoseok were already moving the other boys to the dorm. “Is it arranged?"
"Yes sure!"
"Great! Come on, I’ll drop you off at your apartment.”
Thisis my first story,my official language is not English, so I apologize if something went wrong… I hope you like the picture, I’ll bring you more chapters soon! ♡
I would be very grateful if you guys help me by RT, favorites or even commenting. If not, just reading it is good enough! Thank you for reading the prologue and see you later.
glimpse:shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?
alternatively, yoongi thinks you hate him because you don’t coddle him after a fight.
[ So Much Pining but they’re already in a relationship lol, some angst from a lil fight, yoongi likes being chased but u don’t indulge him this time, 10/10 wholesome ]
notes: a little something as i come back to writing <3 this is a new fic universe altogether and may be a slice of life series :O
as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)
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.”
Author’s Note: Finally another chapter for this series, I’m sorry it’s taking so long omg, but we’re finally passed all the technical stuff so hopefully we start moving more into the main plot. It’s still minor bad writing but I’m hoping to get better lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did, xx
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, BTS not thinking situations through, Jimin being kinda creepy
“So, four of us share a soulmate?” Yoongi asked, and as the other four boys nodded, he sighed and sat back on the couch in their dressing room.
The concert was long over, giving the boys thirty minutes to get ready for the little meet and greet they have in just a few minutes now.
Namjoon is stuck in his thoughts, wracking his brain for a solution to the problem, and wondering if any solution he comes up with is the appropriate one, until he gives up.
“It’s nearly impossible to even think about what comes after this. We go back to Korea in a week, there’s nothing we can do.”
“Hyung, you’re not serious?” Jimin’s shoulders deflate slightly at the possible outcome of this situation.
“Yes, I’m serious, it’s a curse that this is how our fate is tied but We. Can’t. do. Anything.” Namjoon is stern while looking at Jimin and sits, but as each member processes his words, Jimin’s eyes brighten up and he opens his mouth to speak, but Jin beats him to it.
“Nope, no, I know what you’re all gonna say and nope, don’t even think about it.” Seokjin dismisses
He glances around the room and shakes his head at his younger members, “You can’t just kidnap someone!”
Yoongi tilts his head, “It’s not kidnapping if she’s our soulmate…”
Hoseok butts in, “…and if we already know she likes us…”
Seokjin pinches his forehead, “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.”
Jimin stands and walks to the other end of the room, “Hyung, we can’t just let her go. Not when we finally know who it is, not when we’re so close!”
“Jimin look, I get it. If that was my soulmate I would be feeling just as conflicted, but we need to think rationally here. Her life is here, her friends, family, school, job, everything she has, is here. Our life is in Korea, we can’t just take her and expect her to adapt to that. And what if word gets out that we kidnapped a girl? What would that do for us, our career. Shit, what would that do for her?” Jin rants, looking at the four boys in shame.
“Hyung said no, and I mean it.” Jin finishes with a strict tone so his younger members know not to ask again, diminishing any last hope his brothers had.
Jungkook and Taehyung are sitting on the couch, staying quiet. Taehyung couldn’t really believe the chaos that unfolded in just a matter of a couple hours. His hyungs finding their soulmate, finding out they share said soulmate, and now asking if they can just take her with them back to Seoul. He could almost relate to his hyungs though, knowing that if he found his soulmate here, he would everything in his power to have her move with him.
Jungkook was much the same, he was trying to process everything, but more than that, he found himself hoping that his hyungs would go through with the idea, because deep inside, he hoped she was his soulmate too. They were brothers, they shared everything, why not this?
“NO! You can’t make me!” Y/N struggles against her friend’s arms, dragging her toward the room where they’ll be meeting the boys.
Kristie groans, “Y/N, that’s enough, you’re meeting them because Jasmine’s dad didn’t spend all this money just for you to stand outside the door.”
Y/N slumps down the wall and looks at her friends guilty, feeling sorry for ruining what was supposed to be a good night.
“I’m sorry I’m roping you guys into this.”
Kristie and Jasmine sit beside their friend and grab her hands, “Hey, it’s fine, this is actually a lot more amusing than you think.”
Jasmine nods, “It might be scary now, but hey, you finally found your soulmates, you should be ecstatic. Sure, it might be a few of the BTS members, but they’re still normal guys. You’re a dime and a half Y/N, I’d be more surprised if they didn’t accept it. I know they will.”
After calming a little, Y/N smiles at her friends’ words, “I guess maybe I am overthinking it all, but it’s very overwhelming,” she slowly stands and helps her friends up as well, “It’ll be nerve-wracking as hell but, I do want to meet them.”
Kristie and Jasmine cheer and they all file into the room, one after the other, and are met with a shorter line than expected, moving to the back, and smiling politely at the fellow army.
Jimin is lost in thought as he follows his members down the hall, he was hoping to see his soulmate waiting for him in the meeting room after he saw her run out of the theatre.
He understood that it may have been overwhelming for you, but he didn’t expect you to just leave like that.
He hears excited murmuring and squeals as they approach the meeting room, and when he enters, his eyes are immediately glancing at the fans, waving, and smiling politely.
As his eyes reach the end of the line, he has to contain his excitement when he notices his string ends just on the other side of two girls, his mood lifting.
It’s another hour before he notices there’s only two more girls before he gets to properly meet you and what looks like your friends.
He looks at Namjoon, who gives him a slight thumbs up.
“Look who’s excited.” Hoseok teases his friend. Namjoon huffs a laugh and looks down, “Aren’t you?” Hoseok nods, “Of course, it’s about time we get to meet them.”
Namjoon nods knowingly, and the boys all smile for the photos, making sure to give the fans in front of them their complete attention.
As the two girls walk out of the room, the staff mention, “Last three, you can come up now girls.”
As each boy glances at them, the seven boys feel a sudden pull in their chest to the girl with blue hair, and Seokjin furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the feeling. Shaking it off as him being tired, as he pulls the tallest girl in for a slight hug.
Taehyung smiles politely and makes out a quick, “Hello, nice meeting you.”
As Taehyung is smiling at the shortest girl, he glances at her shoes, nodding along to make sure she knows he’s listening, and his eyes wander from her shoes to her friend’s shoes, and as his eyes go to flicker back to the girl in front of him, they land on her friend’s wrist, pausing at the time written on it.
He flickers to his own wrist and tenses at the fact that they’re the exact same.
He shakes his head slightly and focuses back on the conversation, he feels bad that he’s missed a bit of it, but she doesn’t seem to notice, which he’s grateful for.
As the girls move around and make conversation, Jungkook finds himself standing in front of Y/N and he bows his head slightly, “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Jungguk.” He holds his hand out to shake and as the girl takes it, she smiles nervously, “Hello, uh my name is Y/N, it’s really nice to meet y-ow!”
Jungkook and the girl both pull back when they’re hands meet, Jungkook hissing at the pain and Y/N rubbing her palm.
“Yah, Jungguk-ah, you okay?” Hoseok asks in Korean, and the youngest nods, turning his attention to you, “You okay?”
He sees the girl nod, but she continues rubbing her palm, “I’m fine.”
Namjoon clears his throat at the weird encounter and stands beside the two, “Shall we take a picture?”
Everyone nods and Jimin immediately pulls Y/N toward him, standing her right in the middle of the group, Y/N laughs nervously and smiles for the picture, not noticing Jimin or Yoongi’s tight grip on her waist.
She’s still very nervous, not talking much at all, but the members are being sweet to her, maybe a little too sweet but none of them bring up the soulmate thing and Y/N isn’t sure anymore whether the pull in her chest is because of their ties, or her heart breaking at the thought of them not wanting her after seeing her up close.
Jimin ignored the string, Hoseok didn’t mention the hair, hiding his beneath his beanie, Yoongi didn’t say anything about his itchy wrist, and she saw that Namjoon had washed off the writing on his forearm.
Her eyes burn with tears, but she blinks them away as soon as they come, putting a smile on her face as to not bring any concern.
She notices Taehyung staring from time to time, but she ignores it as much as she can, she saw his time when she first hugged him but decided against saying anything, she couldn’t handle having yet another member as her soulmate, or more so, she couldn’t handle another member rejecting their tie.
She found she was most comfortable around Jin because there was no correlation as to them being tied together, naturally gravitating at the fact she didn’t have to worry about looking or acting a certain way.
He was making her laugh with his jokes, wanting nothing more than for her to be comfortable around him and his brothers, it was working, but either of them failed to notice the death glares shot at the pair.
“It was very nice meeting you all today, we hope to see you very soon again.” Namjoon spoke for him and his members, smiling at the three girls, who all slightly bow and return the smile, “Thank you for the great show, we hope to see you again as well.”
Y/N waves as she walks out with her friends, her hopes diminishing at the fact that none of them wanted her, or even brought it up. She can feel her eyes burn and before she leaves, she glances at Jimin once more who smirks, “We’ll see you very soon, love.”
She nods and smiles as best she can, walking out of the door and into her friend’s arms, Kristie rubbing her back and comforting her as they walk out of the theatre, Y/N sniffing quietly.
“You’ll find someone eventually Y/N, there’s a lot of people out there who don’t have a soulmate or who were, uhm…left alone…but don’t worry too much about that.” Jasmine consoled her friend as much as she could, but truthfully, she didn’t know what to do. It was rare to have a soulmate that didn’t want you, and what made this situation a little worse, Y/N already had so much love and care for hers.
“I just don’t understand why they totally ignored it, they could have at least told me they didn’t want me, instead of completely disregarding the elephant in the room.”
“They were jerks for that, but at least Jin was nice.” Kristie tried and Y/N nodded, “He really was, maybe if I had him as a soulmate, he would have been nicer. Instead of being ignored by all five of mine.”
Jasmine frowned at Y/N’s words, “Five?” Y/N nodded and looked down at her clock, “Taehyung’s clock is the other half to this one, making him my fifth soulmate.”
“…then I guess that means Jungkook is your sixth?” Y/N looked at Kristie with confusion, but her eyes followed where she was pointing, and on the inside of her right palm, written in lovely cursive, ‘Jeon Jungkook.’
Groaning loudly, she threw her head back and rubbed at her puffy eyes, “Fuck.”
“Listen, I’m fine, that was a few days ago now and I have to move on, it’s whatever.” Y/N explained to her friends, finishing up her late lunch and moving to put her plate in the sink.
“I know, but we’re just making sure everything is okay with you, but if you say everything is fine then we’ll take your word for it.” Jasmine shrugged, Y/N smiles at her friends and thanks them and all three girls startle at her phone that suddenly blares.
“Hello?” Y/N answers, hearing her boss on the other line,
‘hey y/n, I was wondering if you can make it in for an evening shift in like two hours? I know it’s last minute, but Hailey needed to leave, her babysitter bailed’
Y/N thought about it and decided it could take her mind off everything, so she agreed, telling the girls, and going off to get ready.
It’s been six days since the meet and greet, and Y/N was doing better honestly, she accepted her fate and didn’t want to dwell on it too much. But even she had to admit, in those times of quietness or in times of loneliness, it still hurt to know.
What made it easier for her was the call back she had gotten the day after the concert about an opening they were having at a clothing store she applied to at the mall. She stumbled upon the website when she was shopping and since summer was around the corner, she thought she’d apply. It’s where she’s been training for the past four days and although she wasn’t supposed to officially start until next week, her boss gave her an opportunity and of course, Y/N jumped at it.
Not wanting to be distracted by her thoughts anymore, Y/N took a quick shower, changing into semi comfortable clothes and brushed through her hair.
She took her time in doing some makeup and thinking about which bag she was going to take, making sure all the necessities were included, grabbing her keychain with her Mall ID and walking out of her room.
“Ready? Did you need a ride there?” Kristie asked
Y/N nodded, “Yeah that’d be great.”
“Let’s go.”
“Will you need a ride home afterwards?” Kristie asks her friend, watching her gather her things and put her hand on the door handle, “I could order an Uber, I know you have that dinner with Darren tonight.” Y/N reminds and Kristie nods
“Yeah, but if you end up needing one, just hit me up, I gotchu.” Y/N nods at her friends and words and opens the door, stepping out and turning back around to smile and wave, “See ya.” She shuts the door and walks to the side of the mall, going through the little alley and into the side door.
The hallway is quite hectic, she’s passing other workers of the mall and smiling politely, memorizing the way to the clothing store.
As she comes to the back entrance, right into the stocking room, she’s greeted by her manager, who smiles in relief upon seeing her.
“Thank god you came, we’re understaffed right now and need someone else on the till, as it starts slowing down you and Ali can slowly restock the racks and counters in front, we have a new line of clothes that are just waiting to be viewed.” Y/N nods at her words, walking at a faster pace to keep up, before coming up to the till.
Ali smiles at her to which she returns, glancing at the hands of her boss, “Here’s your password and user for the system, you’re trained on the POS already but if you have any trouble do not hesitate to walk away for some help, it’s always best to have customers wait a few seconds while you get help than to have customers wait a few minutes for you to figure it out on your own.” Once again Y/N nods and her boss leaves her to it.
She lets out a sigh at the longer than usual line and calls up her first customer.
‘here’s to my first day…’
“I can help who’s next!”
“So, where do you go to school?” Ali asks, scooping a little bit of her fro-yo and glancing at y/n
“I go to U of C; do you attend school?”
Ali nods, “I go to California State, I’m in my first year actually.” Y/N hums, “Oh okay, I remember my first year really well, I couldn’t imagine having to balance work and school though, but now this year I decided to try it out.”
“It gets hard sometimes, but it’s worth it I guess.” Both girls nod knowingly and continue to eat in silence.
“Do you guys close early if there’s no customers, or do you stay for the full shift?” y/n asked
“Sometimes we do that, but most times we like to stay for the whole shift, depends on if we have stocking to do.”
She hums and stretches her neck to see around the store, after that chaos of a line, both girls managed to get everyone satisfied with their purchases and out the store. It took about two hours to get it all sorted and as soon as the last customer left, they both collapsed on the floor, their other co-worker Gina bringing them fro-yo as a little treat.
“I think Gina is sorting through the back, I guess we could start bringing the new collection out. But first, we need to take those-” Ali points to a section of winter jackets, “-to the back, and bring out whatever she has for us.”
y/n nods and stands up, throwing her cup in the trash and making her way to the back of the store, taking out a cart and wheeling it over to the front of the store, carefully grabbing each jacket and taking it off the hanger and throwing it in the cart.
Her ears perk when she hears a couple boys laugh, glancing over and noticing three guys with masks on and some beanies. Paying them no mind, she goes back to sorting the jackets but when she looks and make eye contact with one of them, she notices him smile and slightly bow his head but before she can return it, her palm gets itchy.
Scratching it a little, y/n sees Ali walk up to the rack, “I brought this for the hangers.” She gestures at a basket and sets it down, picking up the hangers that y/n left and putting them inside.
y/n takes a chance and glances toward the man again, when she notices he’s gone, her eyes scan the stores that she can see and furrows her brows when she notices he’s completely disappeared. Shrugging it off, she goes back to her work.
It’s several hours later when the girls are double checking the store, making sure everything is in its place and nothing is out of the ordinary.
In the past few hours all three girls have put away the winter clothes, sorted through the spring and summer collections and placed them out for everyone to browse through. Shoes were placed on the rack and bikinis were folded neatly on the display tables, right down to the jewelry in front of the tills.
A few customers came in but after a while, as the mall was slowly closing, less and less of a crowd made it through, but each girl didn’t mind much.
“30 minutes until closing time, I’m going to run over to the food court for a quick bite, did you guys want anything?” Ali asked to which y/n and Gina shook their heads.
As she walked out, Gina’s phone rang, and she went to the back to open it.
y/n shrugged as she was left on her own, but her ears perked up when she heard someone come in, she gently smiled at the younger male, although you can’t really see it under her mask, and she waited at the till for them to browse.
y/n enjoyed her first day at work, which she didn’t expect, it was hectic at first but once she got used to the busy atmosphere, she found herself feeling happy that she was given this opportunity.
She rang up the customer as his eyes looked around the store, his gaze flitting to the back and to the front, and he grabs some hairpins that were displayed on the counter, “for my young niece, she’s only five but she’s learning to do her own hair already.” He explains, earning a gentle nod from y/n.
y/n tried her best to converse with her customer, wanting to waste these last few minutes of her shift, and once she bagged the man’s items, she sent him on his way, walking behind him to the front and pulling out the storefront gate and sliding it shut, making sure to leave a little space for Ali to walk in.
Gina comes back in from the back, already dressed and texting on her phone, “You were given keys, right?” y/n nods and pulls them out of her pocket.
“Okay good, Ali usually exits out the front and I lock up in the back, but my mom just called and she needs me to watch my younger brother, I have to be there in like ten minutes, you don’t mind locking up through the back today, would you?”
Y/N shakes her head, “No, no, that’s totally fine.”
Gina sighs in relief, “Thank you so much, I’ll see you on your next shift, good night!” y/n returns her words with a smile and wave before once again, making sure all the clothes are in place and her till is turned off, taking the money out, and walking to the back room.
She’s in the process of counting when she sees through the cameras that Ali is back, seeing her setting her food down and grabbing her till as well before walking in the back, her figure appearing in the room just a moment later.
“Gina had to leave early, so I’ll be locking through the back.” She explains, Ali nods, “Sounds good.”
They made small talk and put their till and the extra money in the safe, grabbing their things and going back out to the front.
“Well, I’ll see you on your next shift, hopefully that’s soon.” Ali speaks, she turns to see y/n nod, “I hope so, today wasn’t bad, I enjoyed it.” Ali quickly agrees, “It’s one of the best, although on bad days, that could seem like a lie,” she giggles, “but I’ll see you, have a good night.”
“Night.”
Ali shrugs out of the store, shutting and locking the gate, and marches toward the exit.
y/n pulls out her phone and orders an Uber, signalling that it will be here in the next 5 minutes, before grabbing her bag and closing the store lights.
She shuts the door behind her and locks it before making her way down the hallway, seeming much quieter now that most of the other employees are gone, and steps outside, seeing a black suv parked outside.
She makes sure to see the Uber sign before opening the door, “Is this for y/n?” the driver nods and she gets in, shutting the door and leaning into the soft seat.
As the driver pulls away, y/n turns her head to the side and out of the corner of her eye she notices movement in the backseat.
Startled, she goes to look behind her but the figure leans forward and places his hands arms, pulling her into the seat.
Y/N shrieks and leans forward, “No, stop!”
Another set of hands place themselves on her eyes, and she doesn’t see the figure grab the cloth in his lap, just feels the fabric over her mouth and taking a deep breathe in.
She fights for a bit before going completely limp, falling into the seat.
Both figures take off their beanies and masks, the first one flicking her head, “Did it work?”
“Of course, it worked, dummy.” Namjoon pushes his younger member’s shoulders
“Well, I don’t know, we haven’t exactly done this before hyung” Jungkook argues
“He’s got a point.” Yoongi speaks from the driver’s seat, he glances at the girl on the seat before looking at his members, “Now what?”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, and Yoongi furrows his brows, “Don’t tell me you didn’t NOT think about what happens after this?”
Jungkook shrugs, “I came up with the first part, I thought you guys would have contributed a little.”
“Contributed?! Why would we-” Namjoon stops himself from shouting and sighs, pinching his nose bridge
“You did WHAT? After I specifically told you NOT to?!” Jin shouts as he paces the room, all three of his friends sitting on the floor, and an unconscious girl laying sprawled on the couch
“We leave in one hour; how do you expect us to-I mean how did you even-oh my gosh.” Jin is almost panicking, having no clue at all how to fix this.
“Even if we did send her home, she’d wake up confused and scared as hell that something happened to her, but we just can’t take her either, and we sure as hell can’t exactly wait until she wakes up!” He explains to his members
“What’s with all the shouting?” Their heads snap at the door being opened and the other three members walking in, Jimin immediately perking up, “You actually, did it??” Jin glares at him and he clears his throat, “I-I mean, shame on you guys, this is…bad.”
Jungkook huffs, “It was your idea too Jimin!”
Jin crosses his arms and looks pointedly at Jimin, who throws his arms up exasperatedly, “Okay, and?? So, I helped a little, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she’s here…with us…with me.” He walks over to y/n’s sleeping form and smiles to himself
“C’mon hyung, she’s our soulmate, you can’t just expect us to leave her!” Hobi whines and Jin feels like screaming into a pillow.
Taehyung pipes in, staring at his clock, “If she’s tied with all of us, who’s to say she isn’t tied to you too?”
Jin pauses and glances at the girl, there’s a chance, but a slim one.
Warnings: depression mentions of suicide emotional damage self Doubt language unprotected sex ( don’t do it juss don’t do it) fluff happy ending
A/n: please note that depression is a serious mental health issue and should be dealt with by a medical professional if you know anyone that is going through this just be a person they can lean on if you feel like talking I’m always here I’m an not a psychologist there are services available. This ff is for entertainment purposes only and does not depict the characters
Big thank you to the young lady that gave me this idea I know you didn’t want me to tag you but i felt since this was your idea and I ran with it you deserve the credit to @yoonlattesworld
As a mafia Lord he is destined to have it all power loyality money drugs fear and respect but for yoongi there was something dark and sinister waiting for him in the shadows it was one that would darken his days and take over his life but what happens when a king falls he relies on his men to hold him up but what if those men can not do it ? who will hold the most feared man in Korea? does anyone know how to save a life?
How could you not fall in love? It was easy you didn’t want your happiness to depend on whether a person gives you their attention or not , you were never the type to dwell on such childish fantasies you had always worked for your dreams or so you thought until one fateful night changed the paths of two lives and intertwined them for life .
You worked very hard to own the bakery sweetly named after your dearly departed grandmother Bella’s cafe you put your blood sweat and tears into the business your mother was the daughter of a politician and your father was the son of a district attorney your brother is a famous model people often say you come from a great blood line but being the child of a powerful family you chose not to follow in your mother’s footsteps a criminal defence attorney and your father a council man you chose a different path and to be honest your very happy with your decision your parents gave you their blessings and you and your brother began your careers although your family is well off you weren’t going to depend on them to help you with your business you saved up enough to start your dream.
Baking was a driving force in your life your parents sent you to culenary school and you graduated as a pastry chef and your mother helped you learn about making coffees and your passion baking.
As you opened the shop you took in the smell of the coffee beans and fresh pastries your mother put you in charge of the shop and staff
Your cafe was in the little centre of the world in seoul the Mina’s yeonjun’s and busy CEO’s would come in and get their caffeine fix and pastry sweets just a little drug to get them through a busy day
“ welcome to Bella’s cafe how may I help you?” You say
“ hi YN I’ll take a flat while with a brownie” says baekhyun
“ coming up” you say
You give baekhyun his order and continue getting the pastries in to the looking glass you checked the tip jar full as always.
As the mid morning rush began you became influxed with so many orders thank god for your staff members Penelope Leah and kai they have been your friends since college and love working here Penelope was dating taehyung at one point but they ended when he left she was never mad at him they were young and foolish she always says.
As you look at the elderly couple Mr and Mrs Chen it reminds you of your parents and how they are just like them.
It was the afternoon and it started to slow down you saw a young man no more than 26 he seemed very perplexed and somewhat engaged in a very serious conversation you always found people like this very intriguing he looked way to powerful to be a ceo or even lawyer no he was someone he was something.
It was around 5pm it picks up pace at this time due to the college students craming for exams or the cheerleaders wanting a chai latte to maintain their slim physique part of you couldn’t help but laugh that once a upon a time this was you.
Sometimes the most harden soul is the most torturous and lost soul of them all.
Min yoongi was a man who had it all he was a mafia Lord and many feared him just the mere mention of his name and those around him would tremble he was devastatingly handsome not to mention very wealthy and the girls loved him or wanted to be loved by him.
But there is a strong but here !
Something was wrong a man of his status should be happy infact most men his age are flaunting it but not him
He isn’t the man he once was he is angry ruthless at times and cold many say it’s because he has been built this way.
“ come on boss it will be fun, you love going to balls ?” Says taehyung
“ fuck off Tae I’m not going ” snaps yoongi
Taehyung looks at him “ hyung you can’t keep hiding from everyone it’s not healthy” says his friend
It’s not healthy at all and his brothers know this but they can’t seem to figure out how he went from happy to sad they try to get him to go out and socialise but for yoongi it’s too painful or mentally exhausting.
Yoongi even struggles to get out of bed he has to be forced out of bed to do them and be kind of productive.
As his young friend tries to convince his boss to go with them to the ball taehyungs attempts have failed yet again.
“ it’s like talking to someone who is there but isn’t there ?” He says to his fellow member hoseok
“ give him time he has a lot to deal with especially at his age” hoseok says
“ yeah maybe it’s just stress related to being a boss” says taehyung
Yoongi knows it’s not work or because of who he is the problem is he pushes anyone way who is willing to try and help him in his mind he doesn’t have a problem the world has a problem with him.
Going out doesn’t make him happy going on cartel runs he used to thrive off of that no not anymore to yoongi it was the same repetitive bullshit lack luster if you will he didn’t find joy in anything he kept questioning the choices he made in his life it gotten so bad that now he isolates himself away from the world and the people in it.
He would sleep all day sometime he wouldn’t sleep at all he lost all motivation
He lost his passion everything was dark there was no light.
What is a man without life and passion?.
Yoongi would often feel lost at times or even within himself he was sad a miserable all the time for no reason at all he would always say to him brothers “ sad people don’t die from suicide, they die from sadness” they just thought he was being melodramatic or having an off day.
While people would assume that yoongi would be sad from time to time he experienced these feelings intensely for long periods of time, months even years and sometimes without apparent reason
Yoongi wasn’t the man he once was no he was the dark deep shadow of a light that once burner bright.
There was a dark strange feeling in air you could sense it alot like the storm that was rolling in there was a certain erie to it.
You opened up the shop and saw your three usual customers namjoon hoseok and junkook waiting outside for you
There were only two reasons they come here and three for hoseok
“ good morning boys” you said as you walked around the counter
“ no hoseok she’s not here yet” you say smiling at the young man
“ what a man can’t get a flat white and a Danish ” he quips
You shake your head at him he has had a thing for Leah since she started working here and she likes him to you tease her whenever she comes into the shop and sees him you swear sometimes she has heart eyes coming out of her head “ it’s a serious disease I hear it’s contagious” you would say to her making her ears go bright red.
You make the boys their orders “ how are you?” You ask you’ve always been polite to them you know who they are and what they do but they were always kind towards you and your staff “ we are well YN, business is booming I see?” Says namjoon “ oh yeah even since Leah posted the cafe on Instagram it’s blown up” you say as you place the two flat whites and a vanilla bean shake you give a smile to junkook who reminds you of your little brother Felix.
You look out the window and see that it is pouring down clouds are dark and ominous
You could see the thunder rolling in it was loud and deafening something you couldn’t escape.
You obversed your customers this was your passion and the driving force in your life you loved how coffee made people happy and how food brought them together.
( for this part I recommend that you listen to when the party’s over by Billie eillish available in soundtrack link)
Yoongi was hauled up in his home office or “ chapel” as they call it he sat in his chair with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and cigerette in the other he kept staring at the velvet box centred on the table.
Putting pen to paper he wore down the possessions that he owned and who they should go to, his brothers were his life but now there was a nothingness after writing down he began to write a farewell letter after he finished he took one more gulp of his drink and placed the glass on the oak wood table along with the letter
Dear boys,
Thank you for always being there by my side I appreciate your loyalty and trust I have entrusted you with each of the following namjoon I want you take over as leader of the crew I trust your judgement, junkook I want you to have my car I know you love that whip keep being you, taehyung please take care of Holly I know he will be in good hands, hoseok I want you to take over the cartel deals you have knack for it , jimin the money in the safe is yours give it to your family, Jin I want you to have my gun collection take care of each other and where I’m going is much better.
Take care
Yoongi
He took one more gulp of his drink and placed the glass on the oak wood table along with the letter he picked up his keys and took his prized possession Aston Martin V8 and drove to the Han river bridge he got out and left the keys in the ignition he was walking up and he stopped he placed his hand on the rail for a moment.
The night sky was sad and dark like him yoongi felt in his mind he was doing the right thing killing himself would be the end of all the pain he would be feeling
You just finished closing up and you decided you would walk home that night thankfully the rain had held off for a while you were walking along the river admiring it’s beauty especially at night there was something about how the water illustrated a calming effect on you.
The guys went back to the mansion and saw Jin jimin and taehyung with pale colourless faces “ what is it Jin” namjoon asks “ it’s yoongi” says the older man they begin to read the letter “ fuck! Let’s go” they got in the van and began to look for him.
As you made your way up to the bridge you saw a finely dressed man over the ledge you dropped your bag and began running toward him you saw that a crowd was starting to gather but no body was doing anything “ just don’t stand there do something for fuck sake” you shouted.
You went over to the ledge “ don’t come closer I mean it doll” “says yoongi you lean in ” you know a jump like that it’s 25 metres especially in ice cold water is it worth it?“ You asked ” what do you mean?“ He says ” well if I were a betting woman I’d say a jump like that isn’t worth getting hyperthermia" “ or getting wet” you say looking at him
“ what’s your name?” You ask the man “ y-yoongi” you smile “ that’s a nice name mine is yn nice to meet you yoongi” you say kindly “ yn that’s a beautiful name” he says “ don’t take this the wrong way YN but I know what you’re doing” yoongi says “ and what is that yoongi” you say back to him “ you’re trying to stop me but it’s no use I’m not longed for this world my parents hate me I’m not good enough for anyone I’m tired YN I just don’t care anymore people would be better off if I wasn’t here it’s too painful I just want it to stop ” you start to have tears well in your eyes
“ oh yoongi that isn’t true I’m sure you are loved by many if you leave I’m sure they will be hurt and not to mention the aching memory of you that lingers and all there is, is unanswered questions yoongi your life is worth more than you think so please for yourself climb over the ledge and talk to me I won’t say a word I’ll just listen look you don’t know me and I don’t know you but yoongi I know this much if you die I’m sure your parents will have a broken heart and all they well be doing is trying to heal that hurt that will never come believe me I know I lost two people I loved dearly because they truly believed that they weren’t good enough but i know you think you aren’t worthy of any thing or anyone but you are wrong you yoongi are worth so much to someone I know I’ve witnessed it first hand when I was 15 I lost my best friend to suicide and I’d give one more day to see her smile or hug her so please yoongi all you have to do is take my hand and climb over to this side can you do that for me I’ll be right here I’m not leaving I’ll stay all night if I have to” you begged him just as he was about to climb over he lost his footing “ yn don’t let go” he said and you grabbed on to him you both fell in the river you could see yoongi wasn’t a strong swimmer and he started to go under water you dived in futher and pulled him up to the surface “ come on yoongi, come on” you said.
The boys saw all this unfolding you swam pulling yoongi behind you junkook lifted you up and you still clung on to yoongi with all the strength you had you helped him on to the the safe platform and you noticed he wasn’t breathing you preformed CPR “ yoongi don’t you dare give up on me now come on” you continued with compressions “ god fucking damn it come on please yoongi” you say as you went to place your mouth over his he regained consciousness you felt a sense of relief yoongi looked at you “ why did you do that for?” He says you smile at him “ because you are worth more than you think you are” you said sweetly “ how do I repay you” you tilt your head and say “ don’t do it again yoongi” hoseok runs over to you “ YN are you okay, and you are fucking crazy you know that” he says hugging you “ I’m fine I’m just glad I was there, get him to the hospital I think your friend needs someone to talk to” you looked over at yoongi as he is being checked over by the medics they take him to the hospital.
Jimin says “ does she know who she just saved?”
“ who YN?, nah she’s not one to care for things like that” says junkook
Yoongi then calls to hoseok while laying on the Gurney in back of the ambulance
“ hoseok how do you know YN” yoongi asks
“ she owns Bella’s cafe ” says his best friend
“ find me everything about her have it on my desk by the time I get out got it” he says
“ yes boss” they said .
Yoongi was admitted to the psychiatric ward on a seventy two day hold he finds irony funny that he is in a room with bars on the windows he is in a hospital gown and sweat pants with no strings and slippers with no strings again.
And has to be given medication to suppress the suicidal thoughts he finds all of this trivial in some way but then his mind wonders to you and how you almost ended your life trying to save his.
He has to see a therapist twice a week as agreed to his discharge but yoongi only had one thing on his mind and that was you.
There was a file sitting on his desk began reading it and learning things about you, for yoongi you became his saving grace that night he learned that you had a brother and you loved flowers you chose to go a public school given that your parents were wealthy and you own the cafe you work at
A week after the incident you wondered how yoongi was doing and how your customers knew him he was on your mind alot that night scared you so much you had nightmares about it but they seem to have died down when you were busy but at night when you were sleeping they would creep back again.
The following morning
“ excuse me I have a bouquet for one Lee YN” says the young man as he enters your shop you were stunned to say the least.
It was a dozen of pink roses with a thank you card inside of it was a letter.
Dear YN,
Words can not express how your words truly touched me that night I was not in a great place but you made me see that life is worth living I wish there were more beautiful and caring people like you I’ve never met anyone like you.
These roses are my way of saying thank you
Yours yoongi x
You smile at the sweet gesture “ wow what a sweetheart ” you said you looked up and saw yoongi standing before you, you beam a beautiful smile that sets his heart a blaze “ yoongi” you say “ YN” he says showing gums and all your heart begins to flutter “ roses are not enough to say thank you, would you like to have dinner with me” he asked you “ I’d love to ” you said “ can I hug you?” You asked with hesitation he nodded “ I’d like that” you walked from the counter and you hugged him you both stood there in each others arms yoongi placed his head in the crook of you neck you looked up and mouthed “ thank god you are okay” and you closed your eyes and took in his scent.
You broke the hug and stared into yoongi’s eyes his mocha irises were dancing “ you saved a mafia Lord ” you shook your head “ no I saved you min yoongi” you said.
“ here is my number if you ever want to talk” you say.
Friday night
You were nervous about your date with yoongi and Leah wasn’t helping “ wear the body con dress ” she yells you look at your best friend “ I’m not looking to get laid ” you say to her “ well maybe you should it’s been two years since Joshua”
Well she wasn’t wrong Josh your bastard ex who fuck anything with pluse.
“ shave your legs and your pussy” she yells at you as you walked into the bathroom.
An hour later you came out “ woah YN you look beautiful” she says “ now go get that mafia dick” she jokes with you.
You walked out of your apartment and saw yoongi standing there god he looked beautiful you just stood there taking in his beauty “ doll you look breath taking” coos yoongi you couldn’t help but blush at the kind words you felt your neck heat up up.
Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes away from you.
You made his heart bleed every part of him wanted to tell you his sins and dark part.
Yoongi took a drink of his champagne and was hanging on to your every word he was memorising every beauty spot freckle the way your eyes dance when you laugh he sees you take a drink of your champagne in the crystal flute.
Yoongi dropped you home “ I had a wonderful time yoongi ” you said looking at him his gaze was on your eyes then your lips “ YN god I want to kiss you” you look at him holding your gaze and then you looked at his lips “ so do it” you said yoongi kissed you with such tenderness his kisses were feather light and so soft he tapped your chin as an indication to open your mouth his tounge was dancing on the out skirts of you lips once you opened your mouth both your tongues danced for dominance.
After he kissed you he leaned his head on to yours “ YN I want you with me always….will you be my girl” he asked you didn’t even need to think about it “ yes” you kissed him once more and he pulled you over the centre console of the car “ oh baby! ” He said you stared right into his soul.
You and yoongi began dating officially oh god he was so in love with you
And told you everyday and although he was cold calculated powerful yet commanding and ruthless to others but when it came to you he was soft gentle loving he showed affection just for you he truly raidated his spark came back he came back to life because of you to him you were home a safe place his safety net and he was yours.
In the months you and yoongi had been together he started to open up and shine more the guys would say that you brought out the best in him when he would see you he would been gums and all this man was completely enraptured by you.
Sure he could have any woman he wanted but the only one he wants is you
You swore from that day after stoping him from ending his life and you got together you would protect him no matter what
Yoongi was drinking a coffee and he began to think about on particular session he had with his therapist as they were trying to narrow down what triggered him to want to commit suicide
“ yoongi before we begin I need you to understand that this session may be overwhelming and upsetting” says Dr chase
“ no doc it’s fine really” says yoongi
“ can we talk about that day or the lead up to it what was the mind set of yoongi”
Yoongi chuckled as the dr referred to him as a third person
“ there’s no way to describe it doc it was like a vice trapping me and dragging me down”
“ ummm I see” the doc says
“ and the more I tried to push it away it just wouldn’t leave ” says yoongi
The doc delved more in to the session and yoongi was starting to feel cornered but he needed to remember that this is part of the process and that it’s a safe place to be open and honest
“ and your partner how does she feel about this ”
Yoongi laughed “ I don’t have one yet?” Yoongi says
“ oh what about the girl who saved you?” Ask the doc
“ who YN?” Yoongi says
“ yes Mr min ” doctor chase says
“ I’m building up the courage to ask her out on a date, but what If she says no”
Yoongi’s thoughts were broken when he felt a gentle soft touch coming from you “ what are you thinking about” you ask he leans in and kisses you “ nah, nothing doll I’m okay” he says looking at you with such love
Looking back now he is so happy that you didn’t say no to him.
It was sometime in the evening when you entered yoongi’s room and you heard him in the bath you stripped out of your dress and got behind him and he leaned back with his head on your chest you wrapped your legs around his waist yoongi began to tell you how he come to the idea of wanting to end his life “ baby girl I had everything I could want money girls who were willing to open their legs for me fast cars drugs that rockstars could kill for, but I felt a sense of empty Ness everything was hopeless I was fucked up YN” he says
You closed your eyes letting his words travel through like it was a clear flowing river
He wanted you to know even though the therapist had suggested that you and him should have a conversation about everything needless to say yoongi never hid anything from you anyway he always confided in you although the boys knew almost everything about him there were some parts of him he kept locked away until you came along he took a deep breath leaned into your neck closed his eyes and began speaking
“ the day I decided to end it all I was convinced that my brother’s would be better off with out me I believed that my parents deserved better..I was a fucking depressing mess I thought if I committed suicide I’d be at peace and life would go on”
You shivered hearing these words coming from him
“ what changed?” You said with a cracking voice
Yoongi looked at you and smiled the most beautiful and devastating smile and said to you
“ you did that night when you stopped me and you told me that my life is worth so much more and you were right baby doll ” he says
You were in his arms fighting tears you never heard words spoken so honest and true you were sobbing holding him tight when
Yoongi turns to you and says “ for the rest of my life I vow to be the one who protects you thank you for coming in to my life and making it better”
You cup his face and say “ yoongs I don’t care that you’re a mafia king or lord I care about you and your life you are the rainbow in my life after the storm there is nobody else I want to be with if it’s temporary or a life time”
Yoongi pulls you closer and kisses you with a hunger that burns like a fire he picked you up from the bath tub and laid you down on the bedroom floor where the fire was burning his hands explored every inch of your body placing gentle kisses on each part of your body the way you looked at him kills him as he comes back up he kisses you and you lift you leg up and he lifts you up to sit you his lap you start kissing his neck you hear him moan your name “ o-oh YN” yoongi simpers you card his hair back “ yoongi you are so beautiful you know that” you say yoongi bites down on your lower lip and places you back down on the ground he parts your legs and toys with your clit he runs it gently earning a gasp and moan from you “ y-yoongi right there” you say he inserted one finger then a second one you moan again “ baby ” you say yoongi looks at you “ what’s wrong baby?” Faking a confused look on his face yoongi loved teasing you because he knew how to draw out love making sessions for him it was a sense of feeling closer to you “ I need to cum” you whimper “ can you cream on my cock..hmm baby girl can you do that?” You nod while you head is in the crook of his neck “ kiss me baby doll” he say you kiss him and he lines his cock up to your dripping wet cunt “ fuck baby you are so dripping wet for me” god he was filthy and dirty but you loved it you could not get enough of him yoongi had you singing the sweetest songs all night he teases your clit with the tip of his cock which was achingly paining for release he rutted it up against your pussy sending you to high heaven “ baby I want to bury my cock inside and cum, please let me cum inside you” you hiked the other leg and yoongi put his hard bulging cock inside you both of you saying “ fuck at the same time ” my girl loves my cock “ he says you hum you can feel his legs start to tighten meaning he is close and so are you he growls animalistic and with a final thrust he came inside you he stilled for a moment and peppered you with kisses ” hi “ he said ” hey you" you said smiling “ did I hurt you? I wasn’t rough?” You shook your head “ you were perfect” it a well known fact while yoongi was a beast in the bedroom but he was soft as hell after sex you loved that but then again you loved everything about this man he picked you up and took you back in to the bathroom and you both showered and then went to bed he watched you fall asleep “ I love you so much, my queen, my baby girl, my everything” he to finally fell asleep with you safely in his arms.
The next say you were in bed you woke up with a wicked grin on your face remembering last night’s activities you got up had a shower and you got ready for work you leaned down and kissed yoongi but before you left he pulled you down “ I love you miss Lee” you giggles as he nuzzled into your neck “ I love you yoongs” you kissed him one more time and went in to work to start your day
The biggest sin a man can make is hurting a mafia Lords girl and fucking with his money but there is a golden rule that one must learn
Two things you never mess with when it comes to yoongi his brothers and his girl
Two boys from a rival gang made that one rookie mistake.
It was one night you were working back and it was late when two men came in
“ sorry guys we are closed ” you said
“ do I need to repeat myself I said we are closed ”
The men weren’t listening and kept on coming into the shop they were tall one of them had a crow tattoo on his neck the other man had facial hair and hooded eyes you got a very good look at them.
The two men kept walking towards you and one of them leaned over the counter and he pulled out a knife “ give me the money and no body gets hurt” says the man “ fuck you ” you said he grabbed you name slapped you “ listen you little fucking bitch give me the money now ” he said then the other guy cut your arm with his knife they ran away you called yoongi “ y-yoongi help me ” you passed out from the pain.
Moments later namjoon and Jin and junkook got there and found you on the floor “ yoongi is going to want heads for this” the men agree yoongi arrived and saw the cafe a total mess one thing though you did manage to get a few punches in when yoongi saw you he saw red “ call everyone you know now” he says he picks you up and takes you back home
You woke up “ hey hey baby it’s me” he says leaning his forehead on yours you cry and tell him what happened yoongi gets up gives you a chaste kiss on the lips “ guk Seok chim” he calls out “ I want you to find the fuckers that hurt yn and bring them to the abandoned lot by the morning” they nodded and namjoon says “ the doctor is finished with yn” yoongi nods and stays with you the next morning yoongi upgrades the security at the shop and insisted that Leah stay with hoseok now that they are dating
Yoongi wanted you close by him that day he knew you were scared of what happened it’s never happened to you Leah comforted you “ I should’ve have been there yn your my best friend and you got hurt” she says feeling guilty “ no you would have been hurt too Leah ” you said to her “ baby doll you’re safe now ” says your boyfriend “ YN we are family now you’re my little sister believe me when I say we will hunt there assholes down and make them pay” says hoseok you smile “ thank you all of you I think I’m gonna go lay back down” Leah nod to her friend “ YN is stronger than most I know ” she says “ well she makes the boss happy and his mental state and health is what we care about ” says Jin.
At the lot yoongi and his men made good on their promise he was staring at the two men taunting them “ well well boys, what do we have here?” Says the mafia Lord “ w-what do you want with us?” Said the two men yoongi began laughing sadistically “ what’s so funny” says the men “ oh what’s funny lemme see?, Do you know what we do to people like you scum? Yoongi keeps taunting them ” I dunno" says the younger man “ ah I see your the fucking stupid one I see” says yoongi while jimin and hoseok held the other up and namjoon and junkook took turns beating him “ I know ” says taehyung “ they messed with bosses girl they sinned” yoongi “ yeah the fucking idiots but what should we do ” he says namjoon took the pinking sheers and began torturing them their screams were unbearable and deafening yoongi and the six men were standing over their dead bodies “ mess with my queen and it’ll take your life” yoongi said flicking his smoke on the bodies “ get them out of here” he commands “ Jin, kook clean this mess up” yoongi says the other five men leave to let Jin and junkook finish up.
Days later the bodies of the men who attacked you were found in a lane way with missing fingers and gunshot wounds and they were cover with nothing but a sheet their clothes were discarded and thrown somewhere says the news reports you looked at yoongi who had a smirk on his face while the others were laughing .
“ what happened to them?” you asked sitting up on the bed “ baby you don’t need to know but they will never hurt you again” says yoongi “ was it you?” You ask yoongi looks at you “ and if I say yes” you look at him as you understand that it had to happen “ hey babe you know I’d never hurt you ?” You nod “ I know just sometimes I forget what you do for a living” yoongi grins at you “ it’s part of my life I don’t want you to be a part of ” he says.
“ I love you yoongi” you say he crawls back into bed “ I love you too baby doll..so fucking much that my soul bleeds for you and only you I want to give you everything and so much more you are my life” he avows.
You just stare at him with most sweetest eyes filled with love and adoration you loved this man.
You were feirecly protective of this man.
You was yours.
And you were his .
The boys believed that yoongi found his soulmate his save haven.
3 years later
You and yoongi were at the Han river bridge only this time you were behind the ledge yoongi told the boys that he wanted to propose to you at the bridge to erase the bad memory of that night turn it into a positive one as you were walking he stopped and dropped to his knees “ Lee YN I deeply love you, you are the reason behind my laughter and my smile you are my world the one I thought I’d never find the one I wanted to tell you that you are all that I need in my life from this day forward and for the rest of my life I will love you will you marry me? You stood there with happy tears ” yes yoongi I will marry you, by the way there’s something I need to tell you? You say yoongi gets up of the ground and places the ring on your finger and kisses you “ what is it my love ” he says you smile a huge grin “ I’m pregnant” yoongi picks you up “ oh my baby..really I’m going to be a dad” he asks you nod and kiss him again only this time you hear cheering you hide your face in his chest “ let’s get both of you some ice cream and get you home” he said.
Nine months later you gave birth to a beautiful girl called jiyoon with yoongi right by your side his soul and heart was complete he felt whole.
You and yoongi are dancing under the starry sky with you 3 month old daughter jiyoon you looked gorgeous in your wedding gown the mansion ball room was decorated in tea light candles and fairy lights flowers that would make angels cry.
You handed your daughter over to Leah and you smiled at her as she sat by her husband
“ thank you Mrs min” yoongi says while dancing with you slowly you look up at him and smile “ what for?” You say still staring at your husband who was toying with your wedding band “ for saving me that day who knows where I would be here if it wasn’t for you” you gently place a soft kiss on his lips “ and I’d do it again yoongi because you are worth it ” he pulled you closer to him and you both just let the world drift away.
Who would’ve have known what would happen if yoongi did end his life he finally understand that it’s okay to ask for help there is nothing to be ashamed of and it’s okay not to be okay .
Once yoongi sought the help he needed he Began to learn more about his depression and what he needs to do to make sure he doesn’t go back to that dark place.
You became his guardian angel that night jumping in the river with him and saving him you often say that your paths crossed for a reason that night even 3 years later you are still madly in love with this man.
You’ve only ever seen yoongi cry twice the day when jiyoon was born and today when he made you his wife.
You both continued dancing yoongi didn’t realise that in that dark moment he never knew he needed you a reason to lean on his support unit and more.
And yes this night jiyoon would definitely be getting another sibling sometime soon.
How could you not fall in love? It was easy you didn’t want your happiness to depend on whether a person gives you their attention or not , you were never the type to dwell on such childish fantasies you had always worked for your dreams or so you thought until one fateful night changed the paths of lives and intertwined them for a life time.
But one this is for sure you are glad you walked home that night yoongi is your life and your heart you are glad you fell in love he shows you a life time of love so it seems miss yn you not only saved yoongi on that fateful night but he saved you and made you believe in love once more.
Yoongi would tell people “ I never knew I needed you until you came along”.
“J-joon” you moaned loudly as another wave of pleasure hit your body causing you to see stars while Namjoonsmirked looking at your weak body helplessly squirming under him. He groaned when you clenched around him tightly causing him to thrust inside you hard “fuck babygirl how are you still so fucking tight?” He grunted when your nails scratched his back leaving red marks but he didn’t give a damn about. You whined looking at him with half closed eyes and pulled him down to a messy kiss. Your tongue and teeth clashed before you pulled back and attacked your lips to his neck sucking harshly causing him to growl and fuck into you deeper and a cry of his name escaped your lips “d-daddy!” He groaned and suddenly pulled out but before you could even whimper at the sudden emptiness, he turned you around making you lay on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You both moaned in sync as he entered inside your even tighter asshole. The new angle giving him much more access to every part of your warm and plush ass hole. Your face was squished against the pillow and a line of drool was seen too but you could care less when your fiancee was literally fucking you into the mattress. “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby i shouldn’t even let you cum with the way you were teasing me the whole night. Were you that desperate for my cock? Fucking slut” you moaned shamelessly nodding as you became a babbling mess “y-yes daddy! Like your cock so much” you cried out as the coil forming in your stomach snapped and you came without a warning causing namjoon to groan “you are so fucking beautiful. Bet you will look more beautiful with my seed right? ” you nodded immediately and he chuckled darkly “makes me want to fuck a child inside you. Would look so fucking pretty round with my kid” “y-yes! Want your seed joon” you gasped when he shooted his load of heavy cum inside you with a low moan of your name. Before he fell besides you breathing heavily. After a few minutes of just heavy breathing he asked “ tomorrow is your day off right?” “Yeah why?” You mumbled feeling your eyes getting heavier which widened when he suddenly flipped you around and hovered above you with a smirk “then let’s put all those baby shoes to use babygirl ” you moaned at his words and your hand went to stroke his already hard cock.
A prompt list because i can’t think of anything . Just select a member with the numbers and you can tell me if you want the ending to be happy or sad. It can be smut too! And they can be of any au’s whether it’s ceo or mafia
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BTS
Fuck you aren’t making it easy for me
You promised you wouldn’t leave me
Let me make you forget him
Can i kiss you?
You know i would do anything for you babygirl
I need you
I can’t fucking live without you,can’t you see that?
Let’s get married
I can’t do this anymore
I love you more than him
I’m in love with you
Let’s stop this
I don’t fucking care
You are the only one for me
Is she mine?
You’re my everything babygirl
Do you love him?
I’ll protect you
I’ll fucking kill myself if anything had happened to you
He will regret this
I’ll never let anything happen to you
I’m not letting you walk out on me
I’m sorry for walking out on you
Just know that i love you more than anything
You’re pregnant?
I can’t believe my own daughter would betray me like this
You’re nothing to me
You’re mine before him
You’re mine
I never stopped loving you
I hate you but i hate myself more because i can’t stop loving you
Fuck the things you do to me
Burn that dress. I’ll buy you another one
No baby, I’m in charge here
You’re so fucking beautiful
No you’re not going anywhere
Are you fucking crazy?!
Do you want to die?!
Thank you for not leaving me
Talk to me baby
I don’t care you’re married
I love you dammit
I swear she is nothing to me
Please believe me baby
I can’t believe you
Do you even care anymore?
You’re making me crazy y/n
Fuck I’ll shoot a bullet in her head if she tries to hurt you again
Can’t you see that he is just using you?!
Why do you have to bring that up every single time?!
SUMMARY: all you wanted was his love, and he declares it in a way that has you reeling back, knowing he wouldn’t remember any of it when morning comes
5 + 1 au! five times where Yoongi makes you feel like you’ll never be anything other than friends, and the one time he unconventionally voices out his true feelings.
PAIRING:min yoongi x f!reader
GENRE / RATING:unrequited love, yoongi is obtuse, fuckboy yoongi, best friends yoongi and reader, 18+
WORDCOUNT:4.2k
WARNINGS:cursing, attempted SA.
A/N: I wrote this because I got obsessed with the song wish you were sober while on an 8-hour road trip.
SUMMARY: all you wanted was his love, and he declares it in a way that has you reeling back, knowing he wouldn’t remember any of it when morning comes
5 + 1 au! five times where Yoongi makes you feel like you’ll never be anything other than friends, and the one time he unconventionally voices out his true feelings.
PAIRING:min yoongi x f!reader
GENRE / RATING:unrequited love, yoongi is obtuse, fuckboy yoongi, best friends yoongi and reader, 18+
WORDCOUNT:4.2k
WARNINGS:cursing, attempted SA.
A/N: I wrote this because I got obsessed with the song wish you were sober while on an 8-hour road trip.
1
“Yah Min Yoongi!” You yell at your knob-head of a best friend.
There on your couch lies Min Yoongi, still passed out, mouth agape and snoring.
On a regular day, you would have let him sleep knowing he’d been to one of his underground rap shows last night, drank a shit ton and got home at dawn and you would even ask him to move to your bed to get more comfortable, but today was his midterm passing day.
“Yah! Get up, you’re gonna be late!” You yell once again, glancing at the watch on your wrist, seeing that it was 30 minutes to 9:00am, and yoongi’s class was at 9:15
“Yah Y/N, why are you so fucking loud.” The gremlin grumbles from the couch, opening one eye to peak at you.
“You have your composition class at 9:15, you’re submitting your midterm today min, you know your professor doesn’t let late students in.” You tell him.
His eyes widen comically, glancing quickly at the clock you had in your apartment’s living room. “Fuck!” He yells, bolting up.
It took 20 minutes to get to campus, and 10 minutes to get to his building so…
“Chill, I got you a cup of coffee on the counter, I have my car today so I can drop you off in front of your building so you don’t have to run.” You explain, grabbing your keys from the bowl near the door.
He stands still for a second, blinking; then seemingly sighing out of relief. “You’re a lifesaver, give me a few minutes to freshen up then we can go, don’t want you to be late too.”
— • —
with 10 minutes to spare and probably a few traffic violations, you and yoongi arrive at the front of his building.
“Here you go, you owe me a latte.” You grumble halfheartedly, glancing at your watch and seeing that you only have 15 minutes to get to your class for your own midterm, not enough time to get your signature latte.
Yoongi fixes his flannel, and grabs his bag. “Yeah, I’ll buy you all the goddamn lattes you want, peach. Thanks for waking my ass up, again, you’re a lifesaver.”
Then he does something you don’t expect.
He kisses your cheek.
Yeah, you and Yoongi are best friends. But you never kissed on the cheek or became overly touchy with each other. Your peak touchiness was during your particularly bad break-up with an ex that left you in tears. Yoongi had cuddled you then and patted your back as you sobbed into his sweater.
Other than that, this was a first.
He didn’t seem fazed by it though, and if he was, he didn’t show it.
“Thanks again.” He mutters, opening the passenger door and hopping out of the car, closing the door and entering his building without glancing back.
You shook your head, it was better to not fill yourself up with hope, hope that can fuel the two years worth of feelings you’ve been trying to hide from the blonde rapper since you’ve discovered them.
“Bestfriends.” You mutter, driving to your own building.
2
You could feel the music thumping in your ears, sweat trickled down slowly on the back of your neck.
It was Jimin’s birthday, you guys were out at a club downtown, dancing the night away.
“I’m going to grab a drink taetae, I’ll be right back!” You yell through the music, tae nods enthusiastically. “Be careful!” He yells back, resuming his dance battle with hobi and jimin.
With a permanent smile etched on your face, you make your way towards the bar.
“What can I get for you miss?” The bartender asks, polishing a glass as he does so.
“Whiskey on the rocks please.” You request, sitting down on one of the bar stools, the bartender responds with confirmation as he goes to make you the drink.
“What’s a pretty little lady doing all alone?” A voice says from behind you.
Spinning on your heel, you come face to face with a guy who seems to be taller by a foot.
“I’m not alone, I’m just getting a drink.” You say dismissively, making a move to turn back to the bar.
You don’t get to though, the man; whoever he is, grabs your hips and spins you and your chair towards him again.
You immediately slap his hands away from your hips with force. “Do not touch me.” You hiss.
The man raises his hands up in a surrender motion, smirking. “Keep the claws away babe, I’m just trying to make conversation.”
The audacity that men have.
“I’m pretty sure starting conversations doesn’t involve putting your hands on women who don’t know you.” You gripe.
“Apologies, you’re just too pretty to pass up on.” He supplies, as if that’s going to make the situation better.
“Not interested.” You wave him off with a flick of your wrist, thanking the bartender as he serves you your drink, eyeing the man that was currently talking to you warily.
“Aw come on, don’t be like that sweetheart.” He disgustingly says, putting his fingers under your chin and forcibly moves your head towards him.
Before you can slap this asshole, his hand is forcibly torn away from you, as he’s pushed away from you and lands on his ass on the floor
“What the fuc-“
“Didn’t she tell you not to touch her already?” Yoongi’s voice steels coldly.
“And who the fuck are you huh? Are you her boyfriend or something?” The guy spits, bouncers already on their way to take him out of the club.
“And what if I am? What’s that got to do with her not wanting to be touched by a fucking stranger?” Yoongi spits right back.
You’re thankful for the pounding bass of the music that blasts through the club, because you can delude yourself into thinking that your heart isn’t beating as loudly as the music is.
“Damn man, she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend, it’s not my fault.” The scumbag tries to pin the blame on you, bouncers already grabbing him by the arms to lead him out of the bar.
Yoongi scoffs. “She didn’t have to tell you shit, maybe don’t go around putting your hands on random women without their consent, fucker.”
Small cheers and applause can be heard through the little circle that has formed around the commotion, as the guy gets ejected from the club.
“You alright peach?” Yoongi asks, offering his hand to help you hop off the bar stool.
You place your palm onto his, and you hop off the stool, signaling for the bartender that you weren’t in the mood to drink anymore, but you’d still pay of course.
“It’s on us, hope you feel better after that whole ordeal.” The bartender explains, smiling softly at you. You nod in thanks as Yoongi drags you out back.
The cold air hits you once you’re outside, a shiver automatically goes through your body since the silk fitted short dress you were wearing barely did anything to protect you from the wind.
Yoongi ; bless his heart — notices (of course he does) and proceeds to remove his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
Without the drumming of the bass in your ears, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears more clearly, cheeks going flush at something that was a normal thing for you and your best friend.
“Thanks yoon.” Yoongi nods. “You should be more careful, there are a lot of assholes that only want pussy in joints like these.”
You snort, punching him in the shoulder lightly. “I know, just didn’t expect him to get extra handsy.” Pausing, you say carefully. “You said you were my boyfriend back there, damn Min Yoongi, if you wanted to date me so bad, you should have just said so.” Jokes like these would be funny, if it wasn’t breaking your heart slowly.
It’s Yoongi’s turn to snort. “Please, as if I’d ever date you.” He jokingly responds, bumping your shoulder.
Crack. Crack. You’d pretend that it’s the sound of your heels scratching through the pavement and not the pathetic sound of your heartbreaking at something Yoongi would consider a ‘joke’
“And besides, you’re my best friend. I’d do or say anything to save your ass and get assholes off your back.” He continues.
“Yeah…” bestfriend, of course.
“How about I take you home, let’s get some ice cream going and let’s watch that shitty movie you always cry over.”
You roll your eyes, albeit softly. “Inside out is not a shitty movie, you’re just an emotionally constipated dick.” You jest.
“Whatever, let me go get my phone from Joon and we’ll get going.” He says, dragging you back into the club.
Right as you near Namjoon, a girl stops you and yoongi in your tracks.
“Yoongi-ah. Where have you been? You promised we’d spend time together.” She annoyingly whines, clinging onto Yoongi’s bicep.
“Soojin, I was busy— still am actually, so if you don’t mind.” He shrugs her off, motioning for you to follow him towards Namjoon.
But this bitch, man, is persistent. (And shameless)
She grabs Yoongi’s face and smashes her lips against his.
You get a front row seat on how Yoongi’s hands instinctively land on her hips, pulling her closer to him as his eyes close.
Crack. Crack. Of course
Soojin pulls away from him with a smirk. “Come on, you know you want to have fun.” She begs.
Yoongi sighs, looking towards you.
You offer a small smile, despite your heart splitting even more. “Go yoons, I’ll go home with chim and hobi.” You reason.
He doesn’t even give it a second thought, he smiles at you. “Thanks peach, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Gone was the caring and protective nature from a while ago, instead in its place is what you would call Yoongi’s default.
Sultry eyes, signature fuckboy smirk, hands roaming around a body (that isn’t yours).
He doesn’t even spare you another glance as he’s dragged towards the bathroom by Soojin, she’s the one who shoots you a victory smirk— god did you want to deck her in the throat.
As they disappear from your view, you let out a sigh. There was nothing you could do after all, you were his best friend, not his girlfriend.
3
“Dude, literally fuck anaphy.” You spit out, banging your head on the textbook in front of you.
“I definitely don’t envy you, peach, this is why I chose music production and songwriting over needles and gore”. Yoongi chuckles, pulling his headphones back a little bit, and looking away from his laptop.
As a Biological Sciences major, you were on track to go to med school after graduating. But on days like this, studying for finals was where you wanted to drop it all and just become a stripper.
“Yeah yeah, you act like your major is easier but I could never do what you do yoons, fucking make masterpieces out of thin air.” You grumble.
Yoongi chuckles once again. “Thanks for thinking that, you’re probably one of the rare few who think art related courses aren’t easier by default to science courses”.
You loved studying with Yoongi. Even though your majors couldn’t be any more different from each other, you guys thrived in each other’s presence. You both knew each other’s limits and when the other should take a break.
After your episode during your second year, that led to you almost spending a night in the hospital with insanely low blood pressure as a result from not sleeping and eating well while studying— Yoongi has made it his mission to never leave you alone when studying for finals season. He was always there, everytime it was time for the finals season grind, Yoongi was ready to study with you despite him not needing to study at all since all of his midterms and finals were output based.
This time though, it would prove to be different.
The ring of his phone startled the two of you slightly.
“Yes Miran?” He answers, making your heart clench.
Miran— Yoongi’s newest regular hook-up, a pain in your ass like all of his other hook-ups who made it their mission to rub it in your face that they have this weird grip on Yoongi. Even though he always tells them that you were his best friend and nothing else.
Yeah, cause that hurts way less.
“I’m studying with Y/N at her apartment.” He states, rolling his eyes at whatever Miran was saying on the other line.
“I already told you that I couldn’t make it today, don’t be such a baby about this.” He sighs “No she and I aren’t dating, and neither are we. I already told you this.”
Of course, the constant reassurance to his hook-ups that you were nothing more than his best friend.
“Fuck, then why are you being so pushy if you know?” He grits out, annoyance clear in his voice.
You clear your throat lightly, making Yoongi glace towards you.
Nodding towards his phone. “It’s alright, just go. I’m almost done reviewing anyway.” You say.
Yoongi’s eyes soften, effectively ignoring Miran’s blubbering on the other line. “You sure? I can stay peach, Miran doesn’t matter that much.”
You can hear Miran’s downright insulted (annoying) voice on the other line.
You scoff softly, “Go yoons, she’s about to blow a gasket. I’ll be fine.”
Yoongi nods, not even giving it a second thought. “I’ll just come back for my things later, I’ll bring you some takeout.”
“Yeah yeah, have fun.” You lifelessly wave him away.
“Thanks peach, I’ll make it up to you.” And without sparing you another glance he was out the door. As always.
4
“I told you to stop staying up so late for days on end, this is the reason you’re sick, like this is all on you Min.” You grumble as you struggle to lay down another cold cloth on his forehead
“Cut me some slack on the scolding peach, I’m sick.” He whines as another wave of shivers rake through his body.
Yoongi showed up at your doorstep last night, sweaty and cold at the same time. Falling asleep on your couch as per usual, only when you woke up this morning that you found him shivering and running a high fever.
You had him move; albeit gingerly, to your bed. Changing him into one of your hoodies, and made him some chicken noodle soup.
You made a few calls to Jin as well, asking the elder if he could pick up more fever medication as you were low in stock. The older agreed and dropped them off earlier.
“Seriously yoon, how did it get this bad.” You tsk, usually he comes down with these types of fevers once a year. He calls it his “sick period” , the cold months of november and december making him extremely susceptible to sickness.
He tries to shrug. “I was just so hung up on this one song, I couldn’t leave it alone”. He reasons, eyes closing in relief when you replace the already warm towel on his forehead with a cooler one.
It was always like that, he’d get stuck on a song and he just wouldn’t know to stop. It was a toxic habit that kept building up since he first started getting into music all those years ago.
You were the only one who was able to drag and boss him out of the studio without being yelled at by the moody man.
“Do you want more soup yoon? I can make some more.” You say, combing your fingers through his hair, in hopes of getting him some relief.
“No, just stay here.” Yoongi croaks out, closing his eyes.
You grab the already warm towel again, dipping it into the bowl of cold water on the side table. Placing it on his forehead once again after squeezing out the water.
“You’re gonna be okay Min.” You say quietly.
Yoongi chuckles quietly, eyes still closed. “I’m so thankful that you’re my best friend.”
Of course. Bestfriend.
“Yeah, me too.” You respond quietly, feeling like the cracking of your heart wasn’t just audible to you but to the entire world.
5
“I’m just saying, maybe going out on dates isn’t such a bad thing.” Jimin reiterates, ignoring the scoff that comes out of Yoongi’s mouth.
You shrug fondly at Jimin. “Well, I agreed to go on that date with Hyoseop, we’ll see, I don’t know how to feel about him yet, doesn’t give me that oomph you know.” Not as much as he does, and Jimin knew that.
Him and Tae have been your go-to people when it comes to barfing up all your feelings for your Min Yoongi.
“And besides, she doesn’t need to go on random dates, she’s busy enough as it is with uni and us.” Yoongi butts in.
Jimin raises his eyebrows at that. “You know what, it seems to me that you don’t want her to find a boyfriend, why is that hyung?” He asks, head tilting to the side, daring Yoongi to say something.
Even though Yoongi and the boys were inseparable and were basically brothers, that didn’t stop Jimin from thinking that his Hyung was an absolute idiot.
All the crying and sulking you’ve done the past years everytime Yoongi ditched you for a hook-up, Taehyung and Jimin had witnessed. So it’s safe to say that they want to throttle Yoongi into the ground with brotherly tough love.
Yoongi takes a sip of his drink. He had been against your upcoming date the most, voicing out his irrational concerns since you guys met up this morning.
“I just think she doesn’t need anyone, she’s independent, and smart. No one’s good enough.” He spews out.
Taehyung cackles. “I’m sure those qualities don’t have anything to do with wanting to date, hyung.”
“Still, and meeting a complete stranger. What if something goes wrong? What if he’s a total fucking creep and you get kidnapped or something.”
It was your turn to cackle. “Yoon, come on, that’s a reach.”
“Yeah, and besides, Hyoseop-ssi is Jin hyung’s friend, he’s the same age as you, hyung.” Jimin explains. “Plus he’s a pre-law student, has 2 older sisters, raised by a single mom; he screams good guy, not to mention that his step-dad is rich as fuck! Dude got a yacht for his birthday.”
Yoongi’s scowl gets deeper the more Jimin lists off Hyoseop’s ‘qualifications’.
You sigh, putting a hand over his shoulder. “Chill Yoon, It’s just a date. If it turns out to be horrible then I’ll never see him again.”
“But what if it turns out great? What happens then.” He spits out.
“I don’t know, we’ll see- I guess.” You shrug.
Yoongi scoffs, standing up and moving towards the door of Jimin’s apartment. “Whatever, I’m gonna head out first— meeting Seyoung in a bit. See you guys tomorrow.” Without glancing back, he closes the door and disappears.
Jimin tsks. “Hyung is such a hardass, when is he going to admit that he likes you.” He grumbles.
“As if.” You scoff
You can’t help a small part of you be hopeful, that maybe, just maybe he would do the soap opera cliché of dramatically opposing your date, and declare his undying love for you.
But even most soap opera’s didn’t turn out like that anyway.
+ 1
“Thanks for the food Hyoseop-ssi, it was really good.” You commend, rubbing your belly halfheartedly for show.
Hyoseop chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. “Of course, I’m glad you like my cooking.”
You and Hyoseop have been on 3 dates already, and they all turned out exceptionally well. Although both of you agreed to just take it slow and get to know each other more, rather than just jump into a premature relationship.
You were about to help him clean up when your phone rings. It was 11pm, and only one person could be calling you this late.
“I’m sorry, let me get this real quick.” You excuse yourself.
“No worries, take your time Y/N-ah.”
You smile, moving towards his living room.
“What’s the matter yoon.” You immediately say, not even bothering to look at the caller id. Only Min Yoongi had the gall to ignore your no phone calls after the 10pm rule.
“Peach!! C-Can you come pick me up?” Muffled slurred words came through the phone, along with the faint thumping of music in the background.
“Huh, what’s up? Aren’t you out with Joon and Hobi?” You ask, knowing that it was their scheduled hang out at the club today.
“I was, b-but— hey watch it! Anyways, they left early and I forgot that I d-didn’t have a car, plus I don’t have a-anymore cash with me so…” he rambles, hiccuping occasionally.
“Uhm…” you pause, looking back towards the kitchen, where Hyoseop was.
“Please? It’s r-really fucking cold and I don’t want to p-puke and fall asleep on t-the sidewalk.”
You sigh, rubbing your hand over your face.
“Okay okay, I’ll pick you up in a bit, give me 5 minutes yoon, and I’ll be there.”
“Thank you, y-you’re the best.” He mumbles.
You end the call and make your way towards Hyoseop.
“Everything okay?” Hyoseop asks, noticing your furrowed brows.
“Uhm, I have to go pick up Yoongi from the club, he’s plastered and has no one to take him home. I’m sorry it’s so sudden.” You explain.
Hyoseop nods understandably. “Go for it, I don’t mind. He’s your bestfriend isn’t he? I wouldn’t want him to get into trouble.”
You nod, grabbing your coat and bag from the counter. “Yeah, thank you Hyoseop-ssi, I’ll make it up to you.”
Hyoseop flashes a grin. “If you want to make it up to me, come with me to my sister’s birthday next week on my dad’s yacht.”
“A yacht? Okay big time swinger, no need to pull out the big guns.” You joke, swatting him on the shoulder lightly.
“Hey, that’s my condition. Take it or leave it.” He jokes, smiling even wider.
“Alright alright. I’ll go.” You agree, chuckling at the man in front of you.
“Good, now go save your best friend.” He playfully dismisses you with a flick of his wrist.
While you speed to leave, you fail to notice the look that Hyoseop gives you, the look of someone who knows when a person is in love with someone else.
— • —
“Peach! Y-You made it!” Yoongi bellows out as you get out of your car to help him up as he was almost passed out on the sidewalk.
“Come on Yoon, up we go into the car.” You manage to drag him up and successfully get him inside.
“Please don’t puke in my car, if you need to vomit, wait until we get to my apartment.” You plead
Yoongi basically passes out in your car, eyes closed the entire 15 minute trip back to your apartment.
He only stirs when you poke his cheek to wake him up.
“Come on yoon, we’re here.” He grumbles incoherently, before struggling to unbuckle himself.
You drag Yoongi’s ass to the couch where he plops down, hands rubbing his face.
“God what did you drink, how are you this drunk.” You interrogate, grabbing a spare towel from the cupboard and soaking it in cold water.
Yoongi groans. “I don’t k-know, whiskey, tequila, brandy fuck a l-lot.” You start wiping his face with the cold towel, hoping to ease the effects of alcohol even just a little bit.
“That’s dangerous yoon, you got shitfaced even though you knew that you couldn’t go home with the boys.” You lecture.
“I know p-peach.”
You sigh, continuing to wipe him down with the cold towel, you stop though when he grabs your wrist.
“What?” You ask, avoiding his gaze.
Your heart started to beat wildly, the close proximity and his hand on your wrist did not help ease it at all.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.
“Oh please, you’re acting like you don’t insult my darn good looks everyday.” You chuckle nervously, prying your wrist out of his hand.
“I’m serious p-peach.” He stutters out.
“Knock it off Yoon, you need to get some sleep.” You grumble, resuming your actions from before.
A hand on your cheek stops you in your tracks. You move your gaze, finally locking eyes with your best friend.
“I r-really want to kiss you right now.”
And oh does your heart shatter.
On a regular day, this would have been your ‘it’ moment. The moment where you jump in happiness and act out a cliché seen from a movie.
You’d probably jump in his arms, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.
Drunk Yoongi didn’t mean any of this, it was his default (or so you thought) to be flirty to anyone when he’s shitfaced.
All you wanted was his love, and he somewhat declares it in a way you know he wouldn’t be remembering tomorrow.
And that fucking breaks your already cracked heart.
Tears sting your eyes, as you gently remove his hand from your cheek. Chuckling somberly.
“Real sweet, but I wish you were sober.” You whimper.
SUMMARY: Soulmates; most people in the world look forward to meeting theirs. One of them would be you, the problem is your soulmate; who’s a grade-A asshole and is trying to convince you that you’ve got the wrong guy even though it clearly says on your wrist—Min Yoongi.
WARNINGS:swearing, implied sexual content, 18+, nsfw
iced chai tea, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and the 142-page script you were currently trying to memorize and annotate. That’s what you consider a pretty average day.
Aroma Mocha was filled to the brim, and more the usual. The quiet cafe was the closest one to your campus, thus making it a default hangout zone for most of the students, including yourself and your best friend Wheein.
“Iced chai tea, mocha frappe, and a mango passionfruit cake slice of Y/N!” You hear your name being called, so you leave Wheein and your table where you’ve set up all your papers to go grab it.
Apparently Aroma Mocha was having a 10% off discount on Iced Americanos today, that explains the longer than usual lines and the increase in students.
You reach the counter where Seokjin, the owner of the cafe; who’s become your close friend— is the one who gives you your tray. “Thank you jinnie!”
Jin nods with a smile, before proceeding to grab what seems to be a large iced americano. “Iced Americano for Min Yoongi!” He yells in an obnoxiously (seems to be louder as well) voice that has you freezing in your place.
See here’s the thing about the world. Once a person turns 18, their once barren wrists would suddenly hold a name, a name that could belong to someone they know, someone they don’t, someone they’ve never met or someone they’re enemies with— and that person is deemed to be their soulmate.
At age 21, you really were excited to meet your soulmate. All the exciting stories of love that you’ve heard from your parents (who were also soulmated), as well as friends, have made your excitement inevitable. For 21 years, you’ve been excited to meet someone you’ve been waiting for all your life.
And today seems to be the day.
Min Yoongi— the name that was seemingly imprinted on your wrist. The same name that Jin had just loudly called for.
You turn slowly, seeing a black-haired, cat-eyed man begrudgingly make his way towards the counter towards a smirking Seokjin, apprehension clear on his features.
You opt to leave your tray unattended on the counter for a bit, to approach the feline eyed man (who’s apparently your soulmate)
with hesitation, you tap his shoulder once. “Uhm hi.” You mumble, giving a shy wave as well once he turns towards you with an indifferent look that almost has you flinching.
“I couldn’t help but hear, but the barista called your name, you’re Min Yoongi right?” You ask.
Your soulmate tilts his head to the side, eyebrow-raising.
“What is it to you.” Now that has you flinching.
You steel your nerves, and with a shy smile, you offer. “I’m Ahn Y/N.” no reaction. “Uhm, as in your soulmate?” You whisper.
Your soulmate grunts, looking away as if nothing happened, as if you haven’t just dropped a bomb of a lifetime.
“Uhm… d-did you hear what I said-“ you begin, but are cut off
“Impossible.” He mutters.
Your face scrunches up in disbelief. “What do you mean? Your name is right here.” You reason, pulling down the black hair tie covering the soulmate mark on your wrist and showing it to him.
Your soulmate— Yoongi, tsks and flicks his fingers as a sign of dismissal. “You’ve got the wrong guy.” He says and starts to walk away.
You start to panic and grab his arm lightly to stop him. “Uhm c-can I at least see your soulmar-“ you don’t even finish the sentence before he’s yanking his arm back. “I’m busy. Do not grab me again, or I’m yelling assault. I’m not interested.” He exclaims eyebrow raised.
You frown, palms clenching. “O-Okay, I’m sorry.” You mutter, and watch as he scoffs, walking away to sit at his designated table.
You make your way back to your tray on the counter, sending Jin a sad smile that has him frowning even more; clearly having seen the interaction with yoongi.
You make your way back to your table, where your best friend sits, frowning as well. “What the fuck was that?”
“Uhm I think that was my soulmate.” You respond, sitting down and placing her drink in front of her.
“What happened?” Wheein inquires, not missing the opportunity to throw a nasty glare at the man.
“H-He said I had the wrong guy and that he wasn’t interested. Didn’t even show me his soulmark.” You whisper, eyes looking down towards the script in front of you.
“What a fucking asshole,” Wheein grumbles, standing up and getting ready to fight.
You panic and grab her. “No no no, there’s no need to fight, just chill whee, it’s not worth it.” You try to convince her.
She huffs and begrudgingly sits back down.
“Besides maybe he’s right, maybe he’s not my Min Yoongi.” You reason, but that has Wheein scoffing out loud.
“Whether he really is your soulmate or not, he’s an asshole.” She exclaims with a deep sigh. “Well we’re not gonna let your asshole soulmate get away with this.
“Payback?” You whisper, the corners of your lips turning up slightly.
“Payback.” your bestfriend echos, smirk on her face.
Min Yoongi better get ready because he had a whole storm coming his way.
SUMMARY:being the first female valorant pro-player in the male scene was a HOT issue on its own, as much as it was celebrated by men and women alike, there were a few people who expressed their displeasure with being leagued with a woman. A few backhanded compliments were thrown here and there by pros and the ONE that you couldn’t ignore was by a certain Min Yoongi.
PAIRING: min yoongi x f!reader
GENRE / RATING: enemies to fwb to lovers / streamer!au / pro-players!bangtan + reader / smut, 18+
WARNINGS:NSFW,swearing, degradation, edging, sex toys… tbc.
“So chat, what’s everyone been up to?” you ask as you pet your adorable cat– Loki
☁⋆ TenZSimp : congrats on making the team by the way! We can’t wait to see you in action for challengers!
“Thank you! I’m really excited to play challengers as well! Everyone is an amazing teammate and I can’t wait to kick some ass.” you reply with a smile pointed towards the webcam.
All of the sudden, chat floods, viewership jumps up by a couple thousand and you can barely keep up with all of the traffic. You can see your mods Soobin & Taehyun try to reign in the chaos.
You squints towards the screen a little bit before reading out a message out loud.
“ ‘lmao have you seen suga’s tweet?’ No I have not, why? Is it important?” You ask. In reality, you really shouldn’t have asked to be honest, because it only brought a new whole barrage of messages from chat.
hopeclutch : LMAO SHE DOESN’T KNOW YET
Jimmyjams : I mean, suga was right LMAO who does she think she is.☒BannedbySoobinie
sugacracker : Even JasonR shaded her LMAOOOO, women do not belong in the male pro leagues! ☒Banned byTaehyunPlays
All the new messages from a distinctfanbase has you scrunching your eyebrows. You pull out your phone that had been charging on the other side of the desk to pull up the dreaded bird app.
And there clear as day, was the tweet that everyone in chat was talking about.
@SugaOfficial : Sentinels really thought replacing Jay with a boosted e-girl is gonna make them win, guaranteed L.
9882 replies | 12,548 retweets | 32,434 likes
That makes you chuckle out loud, full on cackling.
☁⋆Y/Nbuns : oh god it’s the evil cackle….
☁⋆☑ Soobinie : oop, it’s about to go doooown!
☁⋆☑ TaehyunPlays : LMAOOOOOOO
With your Valorant screen still open, you switch scenes and go to the leaderboard. Quickly searching for you name that has the rank rating of 879, with the standing of Radiant #6 in NA.
“Exhibit A.” You say out of context, making those bangtan simps in your chat spam questions marks.
You proceed to go down the list, way down to immortal #157, and there– attached to it was the name BGN Suga.
“Exhibit B.” You say smugly, smirking at the camera. Your fans were going crazy in chat, everyone spamming the burn emote you had exclusively for subs.
☁⋆☑ Soobinie : NAUUUUUR, so much noise for someone down bad.
☁⋆ JihyoCenter : one thing men will always have is AUDACITY.
“Seems like I’m not the one who’s the boosted e-girl, blondie.” You scoff, knowing full well Bangtan’s Suga has caused an uproar with thirsty fans when he revealed he had gone blonde a few weeks ago.
“Soobinie, Taehyunie if you don’t mind banning all the bangtan weirdos in my chat. Let the nice ones stay but if you are a misogynistic prick who can’t handle a woman being better than a boy in a video game– then you are not welcomed in my community.” You tell your mods, and you can see them spring into action in chat. Your own subscribers agreeing with you 100%.
As your chat purge commences, you grab your phone once again, opening twitter to post a tweet of your own.
@Y/NJaded: funny how some people think they can now ‘win’ when they’re up against a woman, buddy you are below me in ranking too, how’s it feel down there immortal 157 LMAO
SEND. With a smirk, you start to say your ending ment to finish the stream. Your phone begins to ping with notifications, clearly in response to the bold tweet– and between you and the next person, it’s really nothing personal; you conclude, before histweet, you were just gonna take the upcoming tourney as a chill start to the season, but now– one thing’s for sure, you cannot wait to destroy Min Yoongi’s ass during challengers.
pairings:Yoongi x Reader (I’m sorry, I swear I’m writing other things too)
rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit
c/w & themes: Comfort, fluff, angst, smut (grinding, oral, fingers, penetration, unprotected sex), referenced drug use, also, the words “palms are sweaty” are somewhere in here, have fun trying not to think “Mom’s spaghetti” when you read it.
author’s note: Wrote this based on a really beautiful, sweet scene in the HBO show Betty. I highly, highly recommend you check it out. Dedicated to @mochilatae for being an incredible roomie, friend, inspiration, and guide; @purplehearts1996 for writing a wonderful comfort fic for me when I was really in my feels; and @skyys-universe for always making everything softer, better, and happier. Thanks, ladies. Such a good time!
Yoongi’s lips taste like teriyaki. He probably had chicken for lunch. On the sweeter side. Not the place across the street from the studio. They’re a little heavy-handed on the soy sauce.
“Missed you,” he whines, his frame pinning you down to your bed. “Need you.”
“Need?” you ask, surprised at the word. You hadn’t been concerned. You never really are with him. He certainly didn’t seem upset when he called and asked if you were home. Maybe he, through the peephole, was a bit more eager than usual for the door to open. But when he saw you in nothing but your mauve, satin camisole and matching shorts, he looked like he always looks when he looks at you. Just… sure. Simply sure.
synopsis:You and Yoongi live on the same floor in the same dorm. You walk home together after class. And you hang out all the time, in study groups, or just around campus. So, why hasn’t he seen your room yet?
genre: F2L, college!AU
word count: 10,412
content warnings: Loss of virginity, vanilla smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, handjob, fingering, cursing, thoughts about rough sex
author’s note:Ahuge shoutout to Pandorable for her gentle nudges that lead to seismic revelations. I’m so, so grateful to you! (And if you haven’t read her stuff yet, you’re missing out…)
This is my first submission as part of the network! Really excited to be sharing with all of you!
Jagged cement has given way to a tiny tendril of green.
And in an attempt to protect it, Yoongi dashes his arm against your unfortunate stomach, which you have been trying to hide for the months that you’ve known him.
An embarrassed and gentle laugh chases the “sorry” that similarly collides into your nervous cough.
Both of you pause, eyes glancing. Each of you keep one foot, his left, and your right, on the lot, and one foot on the curb, his right shoe and your left shoe on either side of the tendril breaking free.
“It’s fine,” you mumble shyly, eyes downcast, forearms pinned to your belly.
“It’s just…” Yoongi looks hopelessly out at the rest of the lot that your path back from class leads you through. His eyes rove sadly over the idle bulldozers secured by temporary fences with torn, fluttering, black trash bag-like plastic inexplicably wrapping the first four feet from the ground up. Clearly, protecting the tendril is futile, but if Yoongi doesn’t at least try, then he wouldn’t be who he is.
an ⋮ hello, im super sorry this is late! life has been a little busying and i didn’t have much time to write, i apologize! but here it is! hearing y’all’s feedback motivates me a lot, so don’t be afraid to talk to me! and can we pls pretend those dms are tinder chats? i didn’t have a layout LMAO SORRY!!!
