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Tue, 18 Jan 2022 20:49:30

Utopia. | III. | Min Yoongi, 5k

Pairing:Yoongi x Reader

Summary:Yoongi wants to build a utopia based on how he feels.But he fears that all that is left is ugly, festering emotions. In spite of that, he remembers that he had hope, once.

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There are benefits to withholding information.

For one, Yoongi was able to work through his emotions alone. Mostly keeping to himself, it was an unspoken rule to those around him that he preferred to have his head down, hard at work. Solitary as he was in his habits, he liked being an island. Besides, those he worked with didn’t carry the same burden he did. The claws of guilt breaking the grooves of his brain becomes as easy as drawing breath in the quiet of the night. He didn’t need grating small talk to add to the fatigue.

But there are also drawbacks. Like the obvious sympathy conveyed in concerned stares. Namjoon was always helpless at the face of Yoongi’s torment. Then came the overwhelming emotion of ineptness that followed the lack of inspiration he feels. To miss you was to miss himself as a person and as a creator of cities.

“Hyung, it’s past three, you should go home and rest.”

Yoongi shakes his head even though they’re conversing over the phone.

“I have to get over this, whatever this is. I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened before,” he said after a while.

The glass in front of him is empty, the ice cubes diluting the whiskey collected at the bottom.

“Is it hard to revisit those memories, hyung?”

Yoongi surprises himself with his answer.

“No. Those times were the happiest I ever was.”

Namjoon inhales sharply and Yoongi senses that there were questions at the tip of his tongue.

“You always work hard and I don’t think the Emperor wouldn’t trust you this much if you didn’t make good cities.”

Just then, it began to rain, blurring the outside scenery into a cascade of watery colours. Yoongi rubs his temple with his index and middle finger, tugging the skin against his skull. All he ever did was live in a cycle of pain these days.

“I don’t think working hard can always guarantee success,” he replied.

“All of the magnificent cities you built were as a result of your hard work, hyung. You poured everything into constructing those new homes,” Namjoon continued.

But Yoongi didn’t want to remember.

Remembering conjures not only the images of the cities he made, but also of images of you. He rocked the crystalline tumbler to and fro. The amber liquid tipped to the side, rendered pale under the moonlight.

“Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day, hyung.”

The line goes dead and Yoongi’s alone.

He’s alone as he traverses the apartment. Everything remains more or less the same and he tries to erode the memories he’s attached to the place and its items. If he can’t find happiness, the least he could do is accept the face of his own misery.

A mug was just a mug. Not something special that he kept because you told him you found the chipped rim unique. The easel leaning against the wall of his office, which used to be belong to you, he used to hang random things. There was no paint left in the house and the finished work you had hanging on the wall, he stored elsewhere. Conscious forgetting helps the raw ache in his chest, a Pavlovian conditioning he fashioned against the abyss that awaited him in his thoughts.

Yoongi is honest but never with himself.

There was nothing he could do to bring you back, so he stays where he was, remembering to forget.

With a couple of cities under his portfolio, Yoongi begins to make serious money.

Imperial City had a notorious night life and it was unavoidable to live in its walls without getting your hands a little dirty. Those hard to get places were scarcely advertised but you and Yoongi were at the wrong place at the right time.

AMBROX was a known and exclusive club catering for those at the upper echelons of society. Yoongi was eligible because of the status in his ID. The Imperial Seal could get you almost anywhere. Inside was a basement space, cushioned in crushed velvet walls where the patrons were ushered into smaller rooms hidden by thick curtains. It smelled sweet, like bursts of vanilla were injected in the air every second or two.

“Is this really how the other half live?” You whispered, rubbing your arm.

Yoongi’s eyes darted along the main reception area. He saw employees gathering coats and jackets, others were talking with patrons, their smiles a little to wide, implicitly asking for a tip. He passes someone heading out, their irises were like gold rings, burning bright in the dim interior.

“It might be how some spend their free time,” he guessed, distracted by an usher who gently took his jacket from him.

You stuck close, your fingers curling over his as you were taken to an even darker booth. Few words were exchanged between you and the server as a silver tray appears on the small table. The sofa’s were comfortable, moulding to the contours of his back.

The lid is lifted and you look at the server.

“First time?” They asked, their tone hinting boredom.

In front were two shot glasses, two pills, and a small container with two square stickers, small enough to be discrete.

“How do you want it?” They asked, setting the lid down next to the tray.

Yoongi doesn’t even get a chance to speak before you reached forward, taking the small container. The server nods, waving his fingers over the rejected options. The shot glasses and pills disappear in a plume of vanilla scented smoke. Soon after, they leave, overlapping the curtains for privacy.

“Yoongi, look,” you said, placing an opaque square sticker on his palm.

You don’t wait before placing it on the wet surface of your tongue, humming as it dissolves in no time. He swallowed thickly as your eyes become flecked with gold, your pupils blowing to an impossibly wide size. You laughed, no, giggledas you folded into yourself, the side your head hitting the back of the couch in a muffled thump.

“Try it,” you coaxed, pushing his palm up near his mouth. You were always the one willing to try things, willing to go a step further than him with anything.

At your suggestion, he places it at the tip of his tongue, shivering slightly at the saccharine taste. He smiles like you did, feeling like he was wading through honey. A sickly and syrupy weight descended upon his bones, if he moved, it was in slow motion. When he closed his eyes, he saw visions of cities he had yet to build.

Yoongi laughed with you, threading your fingers together. You were so beautiful under the light, aglow in his gaze. He grins, tracing the line of your jaw, wanting to say something.

What did I want to say again?

You come closer, kissing him artificially. It was more of a peck than anything but he feels his heart swell within his ribcage.

“‘Am meant to say something,” he mumbled, lost in your touch. You nod, bumping your forehead against his.

“Feels good, right?” You asked, brushing your thumb on the high point of his cheekbone.

Yeah. It does.

Inexplicably so.

Later, when caught his reflection on the way out, he sees his own eyes have a bright ring of gold against the brown. You stumble out, laughing like a pair of fools, hands outstretched to the sky in wonder.

In the taxi, you sighed in bliss, your nose pressed against the crook of his neck.

“Yoongi?”

“Mn?”

“That was nice,” you murmured, your breath so soft on his skin. He squeezes your hand in his, clammy from being pressed together at the palms, your fingertips come up cold. He meets the driver’s eyes through the mirror, they dart back on the road as quickly as they landed on him.

“Think you could you get used to it?” He asked, searching your face. The gold is fainter now, but you still had an expression of bliss through your half-lidded eyes and easy smile.

“Your promotion or being high?”

He shrugs, the view from the window outside is a blur of colours. Imperial City shines in the night as it does in the day.

“Everything.”

A knock at the door startles Yoongi from his uncomfortable sleep. He stretches, taking his time given that the visitor arrived at an ungodly hour. He leaves the couch, pushing his hair back with a damp palm.

“Hyung, it’s been a while.”

Jimin greets him with a shock of pink hair, his irises aglow in a bright, metallic gold.

“Come in.”

He waves the younger man inside, unashamed of the clutter that decorated the hallway. Jimin side-steps the mountain of shoes that spilled from the alcoves, then pretends not to notice the growing amount of dishes stacked like a tower on the sink. The apartment is submerged in darkness but even that couldn’t drive away the oppressive atmosphere of decay.

“Hyung…”

Yoongi sighed and dragged the chair back, waving for Jimin to take a seat.

“How come you’re here?”

Jimin takes a moment to reply. He looks at the multiple drafts of unfinished cities that buried the mahogany table.

“You called me, hyung.”

Yoongi blinks at the younger man’s reply.

“I did?”

Jimin nods, watching Yoongi’s face pinch at something that slipped his mind.

“You said you wanted to talk about something.”

Yoongi cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was worth being embarrassed over. Everyone knew he was having a harder time than most. Jimin lowered his gaze, thumbing the abandoned designs. The rain stopped and the buildings glisten on all sides.

I wanted to talk about her.

“It’s for work.”

When Yoongi had some time off, he liked to stay at home. Thinking drained his energy and spending time with you recharged him. Though he would never be explicit in that, some things he liked to keep to himself.

But he knew it showed, especially in moments like these.

“Don’t laugh. This is harder than it looks, okay?” You said, dropping a pencil, then wincing as it rolled on the floor.

You were in front of his drafting table, the angle being too steep. Yoongi is reclined on the sofa opposite, a smile creeping up his lips as you made a preliminary sketch.

“I’m not laughing,” he retorted, dragging his hand over his face to hide the twitch in the corner of his mouth.

“I heard you.”

Yoongi coughed and inhaled deeply, “I was going to fall asleep so what you heard was a yawn.”

You sighed, and he allowed himself to smile.

“Wow, you’re so supportive and romantic. I don’t build cities for a living you know. I just teach kids how to paint.”

Yoongi turns his head to the side, sees you with a concentrated look on your face. In this new life you paint and teach at a prestigious high school even without much qualifications. Both of you live with more than what you had envisioned for yourselves.

“Want me to be supportive and romantic? Like that old film you always talked about? Ghost, was it?”

Before Galtea was reduced to rubble, you would talk to him about a film you saw once at the theatre. You would tell him that they had salvaged some copies of films from the past, films that were at least hundreds of years old. The one scene you would always go back to was the characters shaping some clay. To him, it sounded bothersome as creating things tended to be solitary, at least in the beginning. He deemed that the previous inhabitants of the world seemed more romantic then, at least in their scripts.

“You want me to recreate something like that and be romantic? Like sit behind you and guide the pencil with my hand on yours?”

He could envision you smiling behind the drafting table, rubbing your nose out of habit.

“No…” you trailed off, your eyes practically beckoning him to do the opposite.

The pencil glides over the parchment, he thinks you might on the cusp of creating something but there was no harm in helping you out. He gets up, crossing the distance and settles behind you. With his legs flanking yours, he layers his grip on your hand, pinching your fingertips to control the pencil.

Comfortable, you leant back, resting on his chest, letting him guide the lines over the imaginary city you’ve constructed. There were details you incorporated, columns that ended in stars, what looked like an observatory in the centre, houses that floated above the ground. He feels an idea flower in his mind. You hold his wrist with your free hand, adding another point to a different star.

“You’ve been thinking about your own city?”

You hummed.

“When I was at the orphanage, I spent a lot of time on the roof. I was tired of looking down, I wanted to be part of something infinite.”

And Yoongi understood.

It’s not quite Galtea, but something else altogether.

“I can make this real if you like.”

You shift your hold so that you were holding his hand. He couldn’t see your expression with your back turned to him.

“You drawing it is enough.”

“How are things back in your home?” Yoongi asked, pushing a crystalline tumbler towards Jimin.

The pink haired boy shrugs, chewing his bottom lip after he tipped his head back, the whiskey draining from the glass.

“Same old thing, hyung. My parents don’t let me out of their sight, I can’t work for more than three hours at a time.”

Yoongi remembers Jimin’s affluent upbringing, the palatial homes of Eriteria spanned acres, complete with copious orangeries. The sun always shone in Eriteria and Jimin was a golden child of prosperity and wealth.

“Do you miss it?”

The whiskey gets refilled to a third of the glass.

“Miss what?”

Jimin tips his head back in an almost violent snap, widening his mouth so that the amber liquid is deposited in an effortless cascade. His irises pulse in a glittery ring of gold, his rose hair falling back into place in a deliberate curve over his brow. Yoongi thinks he should choose his words carefully but abandons that task. He was never was one to pry but he was tired of pondering.

“Being high.”

Jimin frowns, pinching his eyebrows together. The gold in his irises flash with every blink. Yoongi can’t change things so seeks out answers that drip venom to his conscience.

“I don’t know. Sometimes, I miss feeling like… nothing.”

Yoongi thinks about the time when you began hiding the square stickers, your averted gaze when you knew your irises would shine unnaturally. Those became permanent if you were getting a steady supply and your eyes lit up like the stars.

“Why did you get into it?”

Jimin adjusts himself on his seat, his posture loosening like a puppet with its strings cut. The whiskey Yoongi had was imported, aged and sublime. It also sank in your blood easily, another high. Yoongi watches as Jimin picks at the skin on his thumb, pinching it with his teeth then pulls.

“I dunno, it felt good for a start -”

Yoongi remembers.

“And I thought I was in control. I didn’t go looking for it or anything, it just fell on my lap. Before, it was hard for me to stop thinking. When I got high, it was like everything stopped and I was just… floating.”

Jimin’s tone takes on a dreamy cadence, as if he was back in that drug-addled headspace.

“Do you think it was the same for her?” He asked, meeting Jimin in the eye.

“Could be. I’ve spoken to others who had our problem, they said that things slowed. The drug was great for people who couldn’t get out of their head, ironically enough.”

Yoongi sighed, taking another swig because he was extrapolating again. There weren’t any answers he could gleam and those that he could always left a bitter taste on his tongue.

“I think it’s because of the war. We didn’t see each other for a long time after Galtea fell, she never told me what happened to her during that time either.”

Jimin rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip, toying with the tumbler in his hand. Yoongi knew that the addiction won over him, as steady as the vines that crept along the walls of abandoned buildings in the cities that were pillaged.

“Who knows why people actually do things, hyung.”

Yoongi thought he knew you. He thought that you could never hide from each other after what you went through. Even when Galtea fell and you were driven out of your homes by the person that he now serves, you had each other. That’s what Yoongi tells himself when he feels like there’s a tourniquet to his chest.

“Is she in the same facility now?”

Yoongi shakes his head, tipping the glass back and wincing. The whiskey wasn’t as painful on his throat, but he could feel his chest spasm. Jimin was the only person he could talk to about you freely, like the three of you exist in this level of understanding.

A nexus of things that involve saccharine stickers and golden irises.

“She’s being cared for near here. Somewhere more advanced.”

War showed up differently, depending on who you were.

For Yoongi, it was a muted playback. A reel of shrapnel piercing the earth, vivid images of it obliterating his home. It was constant, endless. Building cities drowned them out. Creating something out of nothing compensated for all the destruction that he saw. In that sense, he could forgive himself when it became his turn to pillage in his own way.

But it wasn’t like that with you.

You held it in like you were a vessel.

He chastises himself, thinking about how he could miss something this integral. But he forgets how hard you tried to hide it. During the times you thought he wasn’t looking, your hands would tremble or your voice would sound far away. Perhaps, due to his own private limitations, he hung onto the hope of it passing like it did for him.

All things passed; such was the principle that he subscribed to.

Yet even in the peace of your slumber, he could tell of your hidden tumult through your fitful pulse, the cold sweat absorbed by the sheets at the crack of dawn.

One time on accident, he dropped some of his drafting instruments. The clatter of metal on hardwood had you collapsing on the floor, your hands covering your ears as you rocked yourself backwards and forwards. He came near you, apologising through the soothing motion of his hand up and down your back but to no avail. You were no longer in the room with him, muttering intelligibly, eyes wide and breath heaving.

In that moment, he was reminded the when you fled Galtea, you had to find your own bearings. What happened in the two years you didn’t see each other was information he wasn’t privy to. You had said a comment in to him in passing, during a time when the threat of uprising against the Emperor gained traction.

You can’t beat a gun, Yoongi. You just can’t.

Sometimes, you painted him a picture and he wasn’t sure if it was out of choice. Your eyes couldn’t meet his and he understood. Ugly things have a habit of taking root and even the dregs of war had the potential to shred you from the inside out.

He knows because he catches you staring into space, paintbrush coated in bright vermillion dripping messily on the canvas.

Concerned, he says your name and you laugh it off, resuming a dramatic arc. Surmising that that was meant to be deliberate, it somehow ended up looking like a bloody smile on pure white cotton. But you couldn’t hide the shattered handful of mugs as a result of that phantom tremor in your hands.

War never left you and Yoongi couldn’t do anything about it.

He thought of all of this, drowning out the explanation of the physician who led him to the hallway lined with observation pods. Similar facilities dot the area of Imperial City. There were some excesses that grew unmanageable, and you fell prey to the drug that turned your eyes into the sun. With the windows clear, he recognised the children of some of the officials he knew, all with vapid stares and gold-flecked irises.

“She’s doing well. We’re administering our first-rate programme to wean her off the drug.”

In front of a discrete window, Yoongi forces himself to watch as they pump a bag with liquid gold. The dose seemed more than what he was used to seeing, attached to a slim wire that ended in a needle feeding into your veins.

“Can she feel anything?” He asked, his mouth twisting as your head dropped to the side.

The physician pushes their glasses up, their nose pointed down at your chart on the clipboard. It was your first visit and Yoongi hoped that it would be your last.

“Not usually.”

Yoongi didn’t need to hear more. It was too late and money was no use if it couldn’t bring you back.

On the way out, someone bumps into him. A boy with rose pink hair and a smile far too bright for the environment.

“What were you doing that far into the facility?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Yoongi bargained with himself whether he should talk to this presumptuous individual. As a form of caution, he doesn’t answer, walking along the stretch of the hallway, heading for the exit.

“Hello?”

“I’m here to visit,” he replied, curt.

“Hmph. You must be fucking rich for them to allow you to see the procedures.”

Yoongi clenched his jaw.

No amount of money could buy what I want.

He keeps walking while the kid follows.

“Are they important to you? The person you visited?”

He halts in the rhythm of his walk, glancing at him. One look should determine it all, one look that he never could keep in for too long. It made him appear as dejected as he felt.

“She is,” he replied.

A hand comes out, waiting for him to take it.

“Jimin.”

Yoongi stares at it, sees the plastic tag with an iron-clad seal of Imperial City Rehab on the his wrist. A discrete, plastic rectangle showed more information.

Park Jimin. Third visit. Patient no. 1310

He takes the handshake, wraps his fingers over Jimin’s palm. His touch is cold like yours.

“Yoongi.”

“I’m building a new city for the Emperor,” Yoongi divulges.

“Ah.”

It’s deep into the night, all of the blinds were drawn and Jimin had taken to tidy up the place. Yoongi allowed him since Jimin wanted to help. Tasks like these gave the illusion of normalcy, of order. After a while, his apartment became noticeably cleaner, the items previously scattered were now in their respective homes. Yoongi wish he could be placed like that, he often felt destitute nowadays.

“It’s been… difficult,” he added, clearing his throat.

Jimin nods, this time from the couch, his gaze to scenery outside. Yoongi’s apartment was well above ground, his view being the surrounding sky scrapers and luxury apartments that this area was famed for. It was funny to think that he had spent much of his early life avoiding the idea of looking down when that was the only thing he was doing lately.

“Were you given any further instructions, hyung?”

The Emperor wrote him a letter that he destroyed when he thought he wasn’t the person for the job. But the words were etched in his mind all the same.

I want you to build me a utopia.

“I think he wants me to build something perfect, something important. A utopia was what he said.”

Jimin turned, searching Yoongi’s face and finding uncertainty.

“She reminds you of all of those things.”

Yoongi nods, honest for once. Jimin lifts his legs, folding them close to his chest so he could embrace them.

“Have you tried talking to her, hyung? I’m sure that she’ll be able to hear you.”

Shame breeds itself in the pit of Yoongi’s stomach. When he talked to you, all that came out were apologies.

I’m sorry I didn’t help you in time.

I’m sorry for ignoring your unhappiness.

I’m sorry.

“I thought we were happy,” he said, after a while. Jimin looks at him with sympathy, his golden irises are muted.

“It could happen to anyone, hyung.”

The silence that followed was telling. Both he and Jimin knew the futility of those words. It happened to Jimin and he got out. He now lives a normal life, and even though he wears his addiction in a visible marker, he can rejoin society, making something of himself again. Yoongi doesn’t know if your fate was riddled with rotten luck but he blames himself for even taking you to that part of Imperial City.

The first time you are checked in, Yoongi is allowed to visit twice a week and he stays overnight when he can. He’s always thankful that when he is over you are lucid, or at least trying your hardest to be.

Together on the single bed, too rickety for the amount he’s paid for, and when the moonlight is the sole source of clarity, the quiet becomes inviting rather than insidious. He ignores the tag on your wrist that labels you as ‘Patient,’ he ignores the intermittent shivers you couldn’t conceal and keeps you close.

“When I was back in the orphanage, they told me that my ancestors came from the North, that they were people of the sea sold to owners for hard labour and very little pay,” you murmured, running your fingertip over a prominent vein on your wrist. The slightest pressure pushes the gold close to the surface, it glows and reminds both of you of your malaise.

Yoongi knows that you were brought to the orphanage at the age of seven.

“They told me that they were people of the stars, they always looked up, finding safety in the constellations,” you said as he listened.

“Galtea must have been disappointing,” he joked. You turn to him, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I would have had a better time if I stayed where I was. I met you in Galtea by chance and it was the best thing that ever happened to me,” you replied, draping your leg over his.

He blinked. You think that you met by chance for the first time on the way to get food rations but he thinks about the nights he spent gawking at you in that club. He realises that he never told you about the very first moment he saw you. Instead, he pushes his palm against yours, the steady thrum of your pulse radiates. He adjusts the narrative to appease.

“You think that chances are trustworthy, then,” he said.

You lean up and kiss his cheek, your lips are warm and inviting.

“Of course. It’s how we met.”

Jimin gets up and walks towards a bookshelf. He takes out a leather bound tome, flipping through it with curiosity. Yoongi has memorised those pages, an album of sorts. Still frame images of his glittering career, his accolades in two-dimensional snap shots. Architects were revered in Imperial City, though outside its limits, it might be a different story. Jimin stops flipping the pages, the tome perfectly halved in the middle. Yoongi meets him, staring down at the picture.

It stands out because it was a small picture in the middle of an empty space.

In the neat square, your smiles were radiant. It was taken by the gates of Arora, soon after it was opened.

The stars were in the backdrop, bright in spite of the sun above.

“Hyung?”

“Hm?”

“Where was this taken?

Yoongi traces your figures, grateful that the camera was able to preserve your contentment.

“Arora.”

Weeks after you were brought home from the facility, Yoongi intends to build the drawing that took root at the back of his mind, itching to materialise from the drafting table in his office. A city of infinite capacity, a city of stars.

One evening, when he was sure that you were asleep, he sits up. Feverish with excitement, he leaps from the bed, his fingers itching for anything to draw with.

The entire city came to him in a dream: a proliferation of constellations borne from the stories you told him.

If you were to build me a city, build one like the one we drew together.

Which one? He joked, feigning ignorance.

You know the one.

Hours pass by while he works like a madman, mapping out the parameters, white lines thick against a gridded background. The parchment he used was the best he could find, the materials the finest he could afford.

The label above is blank but he already had a name for a city made up of stars.

Arora.

No less than six weeks later, the city is built. It stands, imposing at the gates, the stars that top the walls are solar. He walks with you in a luxuriating page, hand in hand. Pausing by the entrance, he waves his ID, allowing entry. The skies are clear and the stars outnumber the incoming populace. They were coming from the North, whimsical and in need of hope.

Yoongi built Arora for you, though.

The effect on its people were incidental. It was you who he wanted to look up.

It was you who he wanted to hope.

“Would you like a picture?”

There was already a camera with the lens pointed at you and him. Shirking away, you fuss over your hair, eyes downcast because the gold was noticeable now. The glittery rings of addiction, bright wherever you went. Yoongi holds your hand tightly, nodding at the photographer.

“Yoongi…” you whispered, hesitant.

A smile spreads on his lips. He wanted to remember this, a moment where you were both happy.

“It’ll be okay.”

He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the picture in the end.

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Tue, 18 Jan 2022 20:49:27

Utopia. | II. | Min Yoongi, 3.8k

Pairing:Yoongi x Reader

Summary:The creative process is difficult, if not elusive. Yoongi grapples with this reality, frustrated at his lack of productivity. Building cities was second nature to him, like breathing. But of course, there are reasons for this and he knows that he must take the time to ride it out, and in that, he remembers.

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Sunk below the flat line, the sun is halved in a bright, orange semi-circle. The trees cast long shadows across parched fields and in scattered groups, the animals, mostly horses and goats, graze on the cracked surface, their ribs visible through their shaggy fur.

Yoongi’s father grunts as he sits on a tree stump, hiking his leg up to rest his elbow on his knee. It was setting up to be another season of drought. Yoongi could see it in the slump of his father’s shoulders and hears it in the way the tips of the grass cracked from even the slightest push of the breeze.

“I don’t mind tending to the fields after I graduate,” Yoongi said, as if it could remedy the scarcity ahead. His father takes a moment to answer, flicking a fly that settled on the leathery skin of his thigh.

“You have more talent that me, your mother, and the rest of your siblings combined. Use it.”

Yoongi didn’t usually aspire to hear this from his father. He was one of three (soon to be four), and was the only one in university. Architecture landed on his lap like some primordial present. Perhaps because of his background, he didn’t feel beholden to such a gift. The people whom he owed his life to were meant to sustain the fields for generations to come and he didn’t expect to be an exception. It did nothing but make him feel like an outcast among his family. It displeased him at the best of times that he found more comfort in numbers and lines rather than the rough texture of the earth.

“Create something good, something that lasts,” his father said, rubbing the palms of his hands together. They were so dry that it sounded like he was scraping sandpaper together.

You could build legacies from the Earth too, he thought.

“I really don’t mind, father. I can take over, I am the oldest,” Yoongi reasoned, risking a quick glance. His father scowled at the sight ahead. One of the horses had taken to sit and it would be their job to haul it back to its pen.

“I didn’t want to plow fields for the rest of my days but sometimes, life hands you something before you can make a choice.”

Yoongi couldn’t look at his father so he fixed his gaze on the reddish sky. The pointed fir trees were upright, stiff from being exposed to scorching rays all afternoon. The air is dry and caused the chapped surface of his bottom lip to split when he curled it over his teeth. Blood spreads on his tongue, a distinct, coppery taste.

“You have a choice, Yoongi.”

At that, Yoongi chews the inside of his cheek. He didn’t like that his choices forced him to watch his family starve as they paid for his tuition. He disliked it even more that every time he came home, his siblings looked at him as if he was scum.

Mother told me that you were too busy studying and I had to pick up your shift in the morning.

Father told me to give you an extra helping of soup because you had exams.

Oh, you came home?

None of these were said in kind. Yoongi thought that he deserved it, a burden in exchange for this gift to create.

Before he could protest, the voice of his mother pierces through their conversation. Far out at the bottom of the hill, she waves up at them, one hand on her lower back making the swell of her belly jut out. For once, he is grateful for the interruption even though he knows that the food awaiting him will hardly fill his stomach. His father gets up, sighing long and low. He extends his hand to Yoongi, who takes it gratefully. When he thought that it would be the last of their conversation, his father gives him a small smile. The lines at the side of his eyes are as deep as the fissures in the desiccated landscape.

“And find someone to hold on to, Yoongi. Find someone you can love until the end.”

Yoongi didn’t need to see how his father looks lovingly at his mother, as if she hung the stars and the moon.

Oddly though, while they worked together to push the lazy mare to the pen, Yoongi finds himself thinking about flashing strobe lights, multi-coloured hair, and stolen apples in the open market.

“Wouldn’t they be miserable if it rains all the time?”

Jungkook pushes the end of his pencil on the mole below his lip. Yoongi just so happened to catch the discussion he was having with Namjoon. The profile of these displaced inhabitants hailed from somewhere similar to Galtea.

“That doesn’t matter if it helps them thrive,” Yoongi said after a few moments in contemplation. The location of the pending city would have all seasons, a guaranteed break from the summer heat.

“Thrive?” Jungkook asked, to which Yoongi nodded.

“If they need to rely on the land for anything, they need it to be exposed to all kinds of different elements.”

Namjoon swipes his pencil over the numerous options for the location.

“It won’t rain all of the time, just most of the time. These people were mainly farmers, it would be familiar to them to live in an places where they can grow crops,” Namjoon reassured, shortlisting land where the sun may not have an overwhelming effect. If Yoongi had more concern, he would advise against building a city that was too familiar. Some things others would rather leave behind, after all.

Jungkook hums, indicating his understanding. Yoongi leaves then, mourning a loss that he couldn’t quite give a name to.

It turns out that the Emperor had no mercy.

Everything that Yoongi feared came true in the final months of his education.

The war against the Emperor’s forces began and never seemed to end. His father dies weeks before he was due to graduate and his mother and siblings, crestfallen and forlorn, were separated from him. Each week, he makes sure to post letters, none of which were replied to. With his nerves shot, he forces himself to accept that his family is torn and the fact that his father didn’t even have a grave. All that was left of his father was what Yoongi could remember and that was his feeble attempt to keep their family alive and healthy.

The final moments led to the haunting image of red-rimmed eyes, a weakened grip, and the words ending in the rattle of his last breath.

I’m proud of you, Yoongi. Make sure to never live like me.

Galtea continues to be submerged in flames from bombs crashing down like torrential rain, exploding into splinters and shaking the earth. Giant flying vehicles patrol the sky, their layered wings groaning in their articulation as its rusted doors descended to allow rockets to pelt the mountains in a continuous hurl. Yoongi’s ears would ring from the impact and the table on which he hid under was showered with rubble, his lungs fill with smoke. The university was the final stronghold and as Galtea was brought to its knees, Yoongi swallowed his vitriol and applied for the position of architect for the Imperial City.

When his acceptance rolled in, all he had to his name was a diploma and the few belongings he could gather from what was left of his home. His father’s watch remained clasped to his wrist even after the batteries faltered. His mother dies during childbirth and his siblings abandoned him, severing contact.

Once through the gates of Imperial City, along with the numerous displaced scholars, he commenced his apprenticeship alone and in a dream-like trance.

The Imperial City likes to leave room for the past. Yoongi can still remember what the Emperor used to say to him as they surveyed the down-trodden land below.

We must remember the past, Yoongi. It’s the only way to forge a path forward.

He walks along the marbled hall of the Great Museum, chronicling all of the Emperor’s conquests. His favourite section is all about rebuilding the torn cities showcased in an open room with an enormous map. The grooves of the land were constructed from the finest minerals: black opal, jadeite, then tanzanite. He stops by a oft forgotten corner in the South-West, leaning forward while he clasped his hands behind his back.

Since it’s late, the crowd had waned and it’s like he has the place to himself. His eyes try to pinpoint where Galtea used to be, nestled in the mountains and flanked by Dorea and Thanazt. Instead, he finds an empty space of flattened tanzanite, made dull against the muted lights above.

When he began, he aimed to create as many cities as he could to surpass all that he saw destroyed. Years passed and he had many places that had his name at the foot of the gates, an author of new homes and new pastures. By the time he was in his seventh year, his reputation preceded him.

Back then, he couldn’t understand why conquests needed to involve destruction. Even now, he still didn’t understand. In the vast hall, he knew that the reason for him dragging his feet was exhaustion. He was tired of all the loss, tired of watching countless become destitute, forced to flee their homes because of one man’s greed.

Having lived to survive in the early part of his career, it was a deliberate decision to suppress his hand in the destruction. He slept aware of the fact that for new cities to rise, the old ones must fall.

He lightly traces growth rings meant to be the parameters of where Galtea should be on the cool mineral. Its absence incites a sharp pain in his chest, each beat of his heart becoming more and more strenuous with each second passing by. The excited murmur of a family nearby makes him retract his hand. In the quiet of the grand hall, he clenches his jaw, breathing steadily through his nose.

The destruction is going to continue and Galtea is gone. He squints at the marbled texture, his reflection barely formed yet distinct. He sees his father in his features as he hears his voice filter past his lips.

Are you still proud of me?

In the third year of his apprenticeship, Yoongi sees you again, but instead of apples, you were hidden travel papers to flee. As part of his assignment, he was surveying the surrounding land that fell after the Emperor conquered much of the South. That day, he was at a small fishing village, Pexia. Its harbours heaved with crowds wanting to sail away before it was destroyed. In its place would be a new city, and if Yoongi was fortunate enough, he could be part of the team that would build it.

You were attempting to push your way to the top of the line as he jogs towards you, renewed by a familiar face. When he makes a grab for your arm, you were quick to flinch.

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes grow wide, a smile tugging your lips wide as you embrace him, throwing your whole weight in the momentum. He allows himself to cradle your head, to breathe in your scent, to feel your body against his. A part of him latched onto the fact that the ache in his chest dulled at the sight of you.

“How are you?” he asked, right in your hair since you were still tangled in each other, as if letting go would make you disappear. Your answer first comes as a nod, the movement of your head pushing against the cradle of his hand.

“I’m good - I was going to leave.”

He feels your embrace loosen, he hears the crackle of the parchment in your hands as the documents peel themselves away from your hold.

“It’s so good to see you.”

Your eyes shone despite it all.

Galtea was gone and it showed in the hollows of your cheeks and the muted colour of your hair. You were lost, without a home again. With a gentle brush of his knuckle along the side of your face, he wills himself to anchor you both. The words come out since he doesn’t have the heart to stop them.

“I have a job.”

You stare at him, your features contracting at the prospect of hope. Yoongi feels you crumple the paper in your hand. Then, you are jostled by those lining up to leave the city limits, their faces obscured by hoods. Nearby, the boats bump against the stone walls, crusted with barnacles and battered by countless waves. Salt stains the air intermingled with the desperation for a place to sail away.

“It won’t be like this anymore. I promise.”

He sees you visibly relax, his words affecting you hugely, even if he wasn’t sure himself. Yet in his mind, he was going to build cities that you both dreamed of: free from war and strife.

“Alright.”

Jungkook had been circling Yoongi’s area for the past thirty minutes with no particular goal in mind. It was lunch and the junior architect hovered under the pretence of productivity. Yoongi slides a draft across Jungkook’s way.

“Has Namjoon showed you these?”

In front of them was an archived map of the Imperial City in the first phase of its construction. Jungkook shakes his head, his attention snagged by the foreign metrics no longer taught in modern schools. By that time, Yoongi was climbing the ranks, eager to survive and get into the superior’s good graces.

Jungkook surveyed the early plans which incorporated tall, aluminum spires, golden gates and bridges. The Emperor’s was luxurious by nature and nothing was spared.

Gold from Zantyr.

Minerals from Artacyte.

Marble from Siettan.

Yoongi could only remember the heavy footfalls of the soldiers, the groan of the wood as blocks of stone, bars of gold, and slabs of marble were transferred into multiple ferries. He couldn’t even look at the people below, knowing that he’d be faced with emaciated arms extended upwards for a morsel of anything from above. Instead, he clutched the papers with designs meant to replace each of the raided metropolises, watching with suppressed horror as the Emperor trailed his hungry gaze on the ramps that bowed from the weight of his plunder.

In the end, Yoongi hoped that turning a blind eye would keep him from the recurring nightmares of chipped nails scraping against the rusted metal of the ships hull. But as the day ended, even in the comfort of his bed and in the apparent safety of your arms, the screams were there. They haunted the halls of his mind, these manic echoes accusing his hands of blood wherever he went. He stood witness as the Imperial forces took and took until a city was fashioned to the Emperor’s liking.

During his expeditions as primary Architect, he stood near the bow of the boat, or the foremost chamber on the flying vehicles. Throughout, he found that the view was the same regardless of the contraption he was on.

The Emperor not only advances, he tramples.

Jungkook ran his fingertips over the lines of the Great Museum, stopping at the skylight dome. His furrowed brow worried Yoongi but he understood from Namjoon that Jungkook was too young. He knew nothing of the screams of the displaced or the hollowed stares of the destitute. Anything Jungkooks knew was taught to him in two-dimensional pictures meant to simplify a grave period in history.

As Yoongi attempted to show him another map, Jungkook slipped a different one from beneath the sheets of archival parchment. Galtea reveals itself on the parchment.

“Was Galtea spared, hyung?”

The name of his home drew a sharp breath from him. Jungkook watched him, innocuous in his interrogation. Yoongi shakes his head, mustering a forlorn smile. The junior architect pressed his lips together, scrunching his nose so that his glasses stayed perched on its bridge.

“What’s left of Galtea now?”

Yoongi licks his lips, his eyes on the growth rings that made up Galtea’s structure. Two-dimensional evidence of his own history, gathering dust in the Imperial archives.

Jungkook waits, patient in the face of his memories unravelling.

Galtea exists on the surface of his mind in its soot-covered infrastructure, with its shattered structures of gutted buildings and homes, the murky water of the river and the gnarled divide of the bridge that he once crossed to get to the Town Hall.

Yet beneath that all, in the very depths, Galtea is in your smile and the warmth of your hand over his. Galtea is tucked in the echoes of simpler times when all he needed to do was laugh with you as the sun set over the horizon. It’s in the humble bungalow he shared with his family, where his worries were limited to their next meal rather than staying alive after shrapnel ravages the land. Later, when he finally allowed himself to accept his situation, when he realised that he was the one who survived.He concluded that it was better to help than be helped.

Jungkook was waiting, setting his teeth against his bottom lip while Yoongi gathered himself.

“Galtea is just mountains and hills now, Jungkook-ah.”

Things start to look up when Yoongi builds his first city.

You were holding onto the handlebars of the hovercraft, steering the contained vehicle past the flower-twined gates of Palatia.Yoongi clutches at the seatbelt strapped across his chest, laughing heartily at your enthusiasm. Parking it above a vantage point, you gasped at the abundance of lilies, hydrangeas, and freesias lining the streets.

“You did this?” You asked, whipping back as he unbuckled to take a closer look.

“Not just me.”

“But it was your idea, right?”

He pinches a space at the back of his neck while a blush bloomed in his cheeks.

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking cool!” You yelled at the sky, prompting the widest smile from him. Yoongi knew he was good, so compliments rolled off his like water on a duck’s back. But it was different with you. Yours was an opinion he could trust, no matter how frivolous in its execution. Nearby, those entering the gates were startled by your exclamation. They squinted at the discrete hovercraft you were aboard, seeing only your hands gesticulating wildly, pointing at every landmark.

“I’ll build you one, someday.”

Yoongi said it before he could even stop himself. There were no regrets on his part, though. Not when he saw that smile that lit up your eyes.

“I want to have an input.”

Yoongi didn’t realise that it was love then.

But it showed in the cities he built thereafter.

“Okay.”

The Urban Planning department is in the lower floors. Yoongi scans his ID and the doors to the elevator slide open. Striding across the common area, Yoongi finds himself inside in an airless room without windows and lined with felt. Hoseok is visible because of his platinum blonde hair and gold-framed glasses, and mostly because he was in the middle of reprimanding a subordinate. Yoongi hangs back, trying to not appear as a witness to this scolding. Afterwards, when they slinked out of Hoseok’s office, Yoongi lets out a low whistle. He forgot how serious Hoseok could be.

“Hyung. What brings you here?”

Yoongi’s shrugs, his mouth pulling down in turn.

“I forgot how suffocating the Imperial Offices were.”

Hoseok shoves a box with neatly arranged files inside an alcove. It gets swallowed into the wall and deposited elsewhere via conveyor belt. He then gives Yoongi a once over, a direct response to his observation. Urban Planning was the size of a match box in comparison, and poorly ventilated at that.

“How’s the new city coming along?”

Yoongi sniffed, picking at the skin of his nail to stall, it catches and peels dramatically upwards, drawing blood. Hoseok stares but says nothing.

“It’s not going that well. I’m meant to build something perfect but I haven’t been able to come up with a single design.”

What Yoongi leaves out was the fact that he was also angry at himself. Angry because he cannot even do what he used to be good at doing. He feels like he’s at the bottom of a deep, dark well, bound at the hands and feet, blindfolded, utterly despairing.

Hoseok examines him with a neutral expression, his wiry arms folded tight over his chest. Yoongi slumps against his desk, as he often did when he was working down here. The atmosphere made you slump at all times. He supposed that producing the same design over and over without much thought was like successive weights on your body. There was no need to think much, he just had to do.

“Is there anything that means something to you? Anything important?”

Yoongi blinks at the reel of memories that were evoked by Hoseok’s question. He smiles instead, trying to mask the obvious discomfort that threatened to reveal itself in a frown. Later, with his back against the wall of the elevator, some part of him can still hear your laugh and the phantom warmth of your touch.

Yoongi can’t quite recall when his feelings tipped the scale to something concrete.

Being with you began with the intention of convenience. Having someone from Galtea navigate the enormity of Imperial City was like pairing a new frontier with the warm embrace of someone familiar. Years pass and while you never professed your love for each other, his hand lingers on yours automatically, and you smile brighter than most when you found him waiting outside of the school you worked at.

It’s in the mundane.

Love flourishes in ordinary conversation.

“Did you have a good day today?”

Love came and stayed in your touch.

He takes your hand when asked this since it seemed to slot perfectly against his. In turn, you swing your arms, backwards and forwards in a gentle rocking motion. Imperial City shines under the afternoon light. Its people thrive far from the blistering heat of flying automatons made for destruction. Galtea is gone but Yoongi is content to see it in your eyes and in the way your hair is healthy again.

“I did, but I could have met you at home,” you replied, bumping your shoulder to him. It brings out a halfhearted shrug from him.

“Your work is on the way anyway,” he said.

“Want to grab something to eat outside?”

He thinks of nothing better than that.

“Yeah.”

And while you’re distracted, he takes note of your profile as you surveyed the towering buildings, leagues away from the orphanage you hailed from in the peripheries. He basks in the fact that he was able to afford a better place, closer to the sky rather than the ground. In moments like these, he thinks he could hear his father’s words.

Make sure to never live like me.

As you round the corner, pulling him towards a place you frequented together, he thinks he’s far from who he was but closer to who he should be.

previously./next.

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Tue, 18 Jan 2022 20:49:24

Utopia. | I. | Min Yoongi, 4.6k

Pairing:Yoongi x Reader

Summary:The Emperor requests a favour of Yoongi. It involves building a utopia, a perfect city. He’s done this countless times and succeeded in most, so why was it so hard for him this time around?

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This is my first ‘major’ fic for the new year and I’m trying something a little different for this series. Firstly, this is my attempt at magical realism and it’s a particular universe that I’ve grown to love Secondly, I guess that I’ve tried to be more economical with words.

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As always, thank you for reading

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In this dream, the snow falls over Galtea.

It blankets the hills that flank the walls of the city in an even layer of frost. The green gets covered in white, footprints become visible, like punctuation over the powdery surface. Yoongi finds himself walking towards that place, far away from where he was now.

A cottage juts out on the outskirts, perhaps near his home. A small, humble structure with a thatched roof and square windows. The chimney blows puffs of smoke, misting in the air.

He heads towards the red lacquered door, dragging his feet so it cut lines on the snowy path. Inside is warm and you’re sitting by the fire, undisturbed by his presence. Slipping off his shoes, he lines them up next to yours, its soles shiny from the melted ice. Closer he goes, until he’s finally in your view but you don’t see him.

Your eyes are clouded over and you’re slumped in your seat, mouth slightly parted to complete the catatonic expression you had. Yoongi drops to his knees so he looks up at you, reaching with his hand to cradle your face.

Even his touch does nothing to rouse you.

Yet he tries, rising while still on his knees, pressing a kiss on your lips.

It’s chapped, lifeless and cold. He’s not sure if he could even feel a whisper of your breath or whether you’re actually alive or not. The thought fills him with dread.

When he pulls away, he wakes up with a jolt.

The grey ceiling of his bedroom greets him, the window is open and the curtain billows ceaselessly. It’s dawn, there is something wet by his thigh. His body takes time to thaw, his fingers and toes tingling like static. He runs his touch over the wet cotton nearby, recalling his state the previous evening.

I was designing.

I received a letter from the Emperor. A request for a favour.

I have to build a new city.

His heart has slowed as he cranes his neck to see. The wet patch was spilled ink, the pitch black ichor of his thoughts are now staining the sheets. He lifts his hand, the ones with soaked fingertips, up to his lips. They come up cold at the memory of that dream.

Getting up was actually painful nowadays and if he stays in bed for too long, he would never get up. In a quick, forceful launch, he sits up, feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor.

It’s another day and he’s alone.

Yoongi observes the blueprints meant for a new city, envisioning the structure and the parameters of something that will once again have his mark. He’s done this before, countless times even. It should be like second nature by now, yet there is nothing on the page apart from the grooves of heavy pressure from his pencil now erased and surrounded by rubber shavings. Bordering his non-existent design were the various tools to aid him, and in his frustration, were in cluttered disarray.

The communal working space was bathed in light, the windows were recently cleaned allowing for the view of bright, white clouds. Yoongi was at the highest point of Imperial City. The illusion was that there was nothing beneath him, but in truth, he was tired of looking up.

“How’s it going?”

Namjoon wanders over to his desk, pushing his glasses further up his nose. Yoongi sighed, shoving the worn parchment away from him.

“I’ve been the same for the past three days. Nothing is coming to me.”

Taking it as a signal to introduce a break, Namjoon settles his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“We can have some food, maybe you need a break.”

Yoongi takes his attention away from the task on his desk and back onto the window ahead. The clouds were rolling in a misty haze. He is meant to be inspired but he finds himself stuck in the well of his mind.

“Hyung.”

“Hm?”

Namjoon’s hand has left him, the absence of the firm pressure made Yoongi sag onto his seat.

“Let’s eat.”

Namjoon chews carefully, his brows pinching together.

The cafeteria was bustling during this time of the day. Food was in abundance in Imperial City, nothing was spared for its inhabitants. Yoongi was grateful to be surrounded by constant noise. He hates his thoughts running amok in his skull. They always leave grating echoes that made him irritable.

“How were things while I was gone?”

Namjoon takes a cloth and wipes his front. The crumbs trickle down, disappearing to his lap.

“Much of the same things. We weren’t tasked to build cities that were too elaborate. I have a junior architect to mentor, you’d like him. He reminds me of you.”

Yoongi chews the inside of his cheek. He can’t remember the time when he started nor could he picture himself at that age, young and impressionable. Someone who still believed in the world he lived in.

The food in front of him was steadily being devoured, even in his state of indifference. To eat is another form of distraction, a method to keep him sustained whilst his mind was rotting, stagnant in his ideas. Namjoon gets distracted by the files he brought to review.

“What do you think about adding spires to this, hyung?”

The design presented before him was meant for a city without linear structures. Everything will either be curved or coiled: a city in the the shape of springs. Namjoon was pointing to a cathedral, Yoongi set his teeth on his bottom lip. At the corner of the document was the number of people meant to populate the new city.

10,000.

A memory gets introduced to him. That was how it was like when he started. Yoongi made his first city for exactly ten-thousand inhabitants. Yet each time after, the population multiplied and his designs grew more and more complex. It seemed that the Emperor managed to take over more land, in turn, demanding more cities to house them. Old cities burned and Yoongi built over them, gradually and in time.

“Maybe you can incorporate it in every structure. They should be able to feel comfortable in their new home.”

Namjoon nods, producing a pen from his pocket and sketching in Yoongi’s suggestions. He knew that those ten-thousand were coming from war. Recently, the Emperor returned from a three-year long plunder in the East. The displaced needed something magnificent, something to make them feel important. Structures that showed them that surviving wasn’t in vain. Yoongi knew that it was difficult to leave things behind, especially if you had no choice.

“What is this one called?”

Pushing the bowl aside, Namjoon draws a steady and careful arc, signifying a dome over the new city. He smiled at Yoongi, the small indents flanked his mouth.

“Paxus.”

‘Galtea’s economy is primarily dependent on agriculture.’

Yoongi felt his ears burn, self-conscious in the classroom. He sits near the middle, not quite out of radar but far enough to blend in. Most of his classmates were from newer cities, ones that were dependent on technology, not the land.

The board showed a profile of his home, the factions split by clear demarcations. Further out were the peripheries, he thinks he can see where his home would be, gauging which fields that his father would tend to, then see his mother sorting crops with his siblings.

He’s in university, learning how to build cities. Full of ideas and passion, his dream is to construct cities that would last.

The professor changes the slide to the neighbouring metropolis, Dorea.

With his head down, he scribbles notes on his notebook, his handwriting is scratchy and barely legible. It didn’t matter; he was the only one who needed to understand it. After, he notices that the spine is weakened from being jostled in his threadbare bag. He adds another string to hold all the knowledge he’s accumulated.

At the end of the day, he has to travel back home and take the earliest train if he was to make it for supper. Though sometimes, he wishes he could afford to stay in university accommodation.

It’s the evening and the other employees have headed home.

Yoongi chews the end of his pencil as the page stays empty. He reaches for the phone and dials a number he knows off by heart.

“Yoongi-hyung, it’s late, are you doing okay?”

Hoseok’s voice at the end sounds the same at any time of day.

Yoongi lets himself absorb the view outside the panoramic windows. Another day had passed without progress. The city he was tasked to build remains buried in the recess of his mind and the frustration he felt always peaked in the evenings, more so in the quiet. He likens it to climbing an endless, each foothold was deeper but he can’t seem to hold onto anything.

“I’m meant to build a city.”

Perhaps if he details the task, he would be able to start afresh. Outside, the clouds are a deep shade of navy, the stars are scattered like luminescent freckles in the sky. He doesn’t know why he undertook that favour from the Emperor; he wasn’t even part of the Architecture Department anymore.

“Try and think back to the beginning, hyung. The very first city you built was magnificent. You’re talented and Palatia was a beautiful city - still is.”

Yoongi leaned back on the chair, cricking his neck as he did so.

Palatia was a city for lovers. Pleasant to live in, it had intricate ivy vines crept along the columns, flowers blooming at the window sills of every home, and yellow brick facades with burgundy slanted roofs. Simply, Yoongi thought that anything stemming from a labour of love would turn out like that.

“I don’t know. This has to be something different. I need it to mean something.”

“Don’t all of your cities mean something to you?”

There was a time when they were the most important thing to him. There was a time where he was responsible for building all of these cities from scratch, conjuring entire structures from his imagination. He can still remember the firm handshake from the Emperor after Palatia was opened.

This is good work, Yoongi. I’m glad that you’re helping me rebuild the world.

It was so easy then, so why was he having so much trouble now?

“What’s interesting to you at the minute?” Hoseok asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied, defeated.

“What are you looking at now?”

Yoongi stared at the clouds, watching as each one rolled by unhurriedly. Nature was interesting, he had taken inspiration from it a while ago. It resulted in Falia, a city surrounded by green foliage where homes were bungalows with banana leaves for roofs. The city is so embedded in nature that at first glance, you can’t even tell that it’s a city. The walls are made of bamboo and it’s common to travel along the river to get where you want to be. Its inhabitants lived without fear for their next meal, something that Yoongi aimed for himself once.

“I’m staring out of the window of my office, but I’ve already made something inspired by nature a couple of years ago.”

There was a pause; Yoongi hears the creak of a chair over the line.

“What do you want this city to be?”

Yoongi recalls the Emperor’s request.

I want you to build me a city that is perfect. I want you to make me a utopia. I trust your abilities, Yoongi.

“The Emperor wants a utopian city. But I don’t think I have it in me to come up with something like that.”

“Well, what do you define as your own utopia?”

Yoongi’s eyes were back on the blank parchment; it was the fourth sheet he’s taken on the fourth day, and it was the fourth he’s crinkled from countless revisions only to end up with nothing.

I want it to be perfect. I want it to be beautiful. I want -

He tries to picture something akin to that: an ideal city with ideal proportions, everything made just right. Seconds pass as Hoseok waits on the other side of the line, patient with these drawn out pauses that so often punctuate their phone calls. When he thinks he’s onto to something, he winces reflexively.

It’s too close.

He can still hear your voice, feel your touch on his skin, the way your hand closed over his when you led him past the gates into Palatia, as if you were showing him your home.

This is so beautiful, Yoongi.

Yoongi wants that. He wants this city to feel just like that.

Yoongi didn’t have any money in his pockets but he knew the man at the entrance of the underground club. Before the throb of the walls became prominent, he would encounter the burly man with a permanent downturned scowl. Incidentally, Yoongi saved his brother from being clipped by a trash truck and that singular event has granted him free entry ever since.

Through the narrowed passage, he descended down sticky steps that clung to the soles of his shoes. The music was loud enough to get under his skin, causing every bone in his body to thrum to the beat. Above, Yoongi lived with his head down, eyes to the cobbled floor, striving to be as less of a nuisance as possible. Here, he could look up, shielded by the ever changing strobe lights, pushed up against random bodies until he was covered in sweat.

It’s a release.

It was somewhere he goes to in the gap between university and his home.

But there were other reasons to come apart from boredom. He first sees you swan out from one of the entrances, your gaze concentrated at the tables you were assigned to. It became a fascination of his to watch you serve drinks, your hand splayed underneath an uneven plastic tray, undulating it like a wave when necessary to avoid spillage.

All you ever did was work and all Yoongi ever did was stare.

He didn’t know why dyed hair seemed more compelling to him now than it did before. Above, everyone could have different coloured hair if they liked. When he was hanging out with his classmates, they would dye strips of their hair for fun during recess, the hues would catch the rays of sun and sometimes lighten over time. Though he supposes that under the flashing lights, you didn’t really have a singular hair colour. It seemed to always change depending on which part of the club you were in.

The music continued to pound while bodies moved in a blurry distortions. You were meters away from him, untouchable. He didn’t know your name, nor had he ever spoken to you, but he knew that you would almost always swat unsolicited hands that crept along your back, and swore brazenly at those who wanted more than a drink. One time, you kneed a customer between his legs for slipping his fingers through the hem of your shorts. Yoongi laughed so hard then, heading home with a spring in his step.

Not old enough to order a drink, he hung back, face up, towards the artificial lights. The beat continued to shake the structure of the club, a contained box underneath the solid stone of the city. Here, he was a nobody. Much like he was above ground.

But it was different here.

Sometimes, he would get the feeling that he was boneless, ready to float off at a moment’s notice because he was being pushed in different directions at once.

He feels someone elbow him in the ribs, the dull pain made him reorient himself. Just then, you were nowhere to be seen. Craning his head, he looked for the two doors, one leading to another bar and the other leading to the exit. After a few seconds, you emerged, the lights above making your hair appear a cherry red. He’s not sure if your eyes met, he was still a little buzzed from the atmosphere.

All he knew was that there was something that bloomed in his chest every time he set his eyes on you. It only took one look at you while you busied yourself with handing drinks to anchor him. To keep coming back to this hole in the wall.

Yes.

It was different here.

Despite running on three hours of sleep, Yoongi ends up in the office as if it was a morning shift. By his desk, Namjoon was talking to someone animatedly. Once Yoongi was near enough, Namjoon opens up the floor for introductions.

“Jungkook, this is Min Yoongi. Chief Architect to the Emperor,” Namjoon said, scraping the chair back so Yoongi could sit.

“I’m just here for a temporary project, I’m actually at Urban Planning now,” he said, offering Jungkook a small smile.

“TheMin Yoongi?” Jungkook asked, his eyes bright and wide. Yoongi shoots Namjoon a look, aware of Jungkook’s ‘Junior Architect’ badge. It reflected the natural light that filtered past the windows.

“What did you tell him?”

Namjoon shrugged, “nothing incriminating.”

Jungkook promptly shut his mouth but his gaze stayed fixed on Yoongi, who became shifty from the attention.

“Hyung told me that you made Palatia.”

“And Arora,” Namjoon supplied.

Yoongi feel himself going red at the tips of his ears while Namjoon only beams proudly. Those cities were near the start of his career as an architect. Palatia got him the Emperor’s attention but Arora cemented his reputation. Jungkook fiddles with his badge.

“How comes you’re at Urban Planning, hyung?” Jungkook asked rather boldly. Yoongi couldn’t school his surprised expression as Namjoon pressed his lips together in a line.

It was then that Yoongi felt the fatigue that visited him almost daily. In the spacious home he had built for you and himself, he tosses and turns, restless at the face of his ambition to sleep. The moonlight broke on the surface of his bed, he lays awake confronting the ghosts of the past. Memories of a life he’d rather forget.

“I needed a change in scenery.”

Jungkook’s mouth twists, clearly dissatisfied with Yoongi’s answer. He couldn’t blame the younger man. Architecture was a profession that had longevity and along with it, came respect. To build something out of nothing was an art and the cities that Yoongi built were incredible, if not ethereal.

But he couldn’t seem to identify with those creations anymore. Not when he couldn’t even remember the reason whyhe started.

Namjoon ushers Jungkook away politely, bowing to Yoongi in apology. On his desk were the blueprints of Palatia and Arora that Namjoon must have retrieved from the archives. The lines were strong and deliberate, each shape and drawing were all measured according to Yoongi’s vision. He traced the parchment, preserved dutifully under the lamination. Somewhere, those cities were thriving in peace. He could hear you so clearly in front of these blueprints.

Thank you for bringing Arora to life, Yoongi.

Yoongi built these cities when he was happier; when times were simpler and smiling didn’t seem like a chore.

He misses that more than he cared to admit.

It’s a few days before Yoongi has to resume classes for the final year.

Living at home reminded him that he was in the peripheries Galtea. A city that ignored the cracks in its veneer. There are those that live among him that do not lie awake at night, wondering if their temporary homes would be raided because they don’t have the right papers. And, like him, there are those who live wondering whether they’ll even had a meal to tide them over the next day.

“Get as much as you can with these.”

Yoongi’s father extends three dog-eared food stamps, his hand shaking slightly.

The sun scorched the fields to the point of drought and the clouds offered no mercy in the form of rain. The city is starving and its people are too. Yoongi delicately folds them and slips them in his pocket. For every meal he can scrimmage together, there is something unspoken that rings louder when the shadows extend as the night covers the city. The prospect of war seemed so far away months ago, yet Galtea and its people know that its walls weren’t strong enough to keep the sharp prongs of invasion at bay. News came from the harbour a few days back: The Emperor seeks more land to conquer.

“I’ll try, but there’s shortages right now,” he said, unable to look at his father in the eye.

They were a humble farming family and his father bore the brunt of the scarcity. It showed up in his gaunt frame and the bones are visible through his paper-thin skin. Yoongi noted his own sallow complexion as he passed his reflection earlier, but it was incomparable. His father was always a ghastly shade of grey, and each time he looked at his family, it was with red-rimmed eyes that couldn’t be remedied with a smile from his chapped lips.

Yoongi knew that no matter how much food he brought home, his father wouldn’t eat. He had two other siblings and his mother was pregnant. Things were dire and helpless.

“I know, but still try. I want you to be able to eat so you can be strong. Your exams are soon.”

Yoongi also knew that his father might not see him graduate.

“I’ll try.”

While waiting in line, Yoongi sees you slip three apples in your pocket, right under the vendor’s nose.

This was the first time he saw you above ground. Under the blazing sun, your hair was plain, and you moved quickly, like you had a destination in mind. His brows pinched together, the food stamps he was clutching in his pocket weighed heavy in his hand. You weave past others who were too busy with their own hunger to notice.

“You shouldn’t be stealing,” he said, right as you passed by. You stopped walking, looking at him up and down.

“Those won’t get you anything.”

Yoongi was about to ask but he realises that you were staring at his pocket. The line moves incrementally and before you could escape, he grabs you by your elbow. You stumble back, startled by the contact.

“There’s a vendor in the next street who sells pastries and other cakes,” he divulged, unsure why he was so open.

“Those are harder to slip into my pocket,” you replied, tugging your arm with force.

In response, Yoongi grips you harder, almost dragging you forward as the line shortens. You sighed audibly, eyes darting to the side. He feels his reserve wane not knowing if he’d have time to go to the club now that exams were approaching. A part of him is curious as to why you hadn’t fled yet.

“If you wait for me, I could show you.”

“I don’t have any money for pastries or cakes.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said.

At that, he doesn’t feel you resist him as much.

“Why?”

“Because he’s a gimp and is partially blind.”

A smile spreads your lips wide, bursting into a quiet laugh. Then, he hears you introduce yourself, which prompts him to do the same.

“I’m Yoongi.”

You extend your free hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

The wait wasn’t long and unlike your estimation, Yoongi was able to get something that could feed his family for at least three days.

Overhead, sirens blared and you hurried to the direction of the next street. The conversation was endless. He learned that you were an orphan but were too old to be adopted. The club was your main gig, but the pay was meagre given that you were technically underaged. He realised that you were as desperate as him, which didn’t invite shame, rather he was able to be himself. It was nice to show that life was hard, to share this perspective with someone who knows what it’s like at the peripheries.

“You’re studying?”

Yoongi finishes the pastry and swallows thickly. You were looking at the lanyard he was wearing.

Galtea School of Architecture.

“Yeah. I’ll graduate next year, if there isn’t a war.”

You puffed out your cheeks, eyebrows raising in response.

“Never met anyone who got past elementary school,” you said, leaning on your arms.

“I want to build cities, I want to make a difference in people’s lives,” he said, sheepish in his admission but liked that you listened nonetheless. It feels like he could be himself, without reservations. Feelings like that, he wanted to hold on to as much as possible. You smiled at him with a certain fondness that he never saw in all the time he’s observed you.

“I’m sure you’ll be great. Remember me when you make it, okay?”

Yoongi thinks he could never forget you but he agrees anyway.

Jungkook was unsure as he fiddled with the adjustments on the draft table. It suddenly flips upwards, like a whiplash. He jumps back, startled, his hands flying up as if he was arrested. Yoongi smiled, recalling his own experiences. Their colleagues notice but pay them no mind.

“I thought that this was how you were meant to place it,” the younger one said, his cheeks colouring a light pink.

Yoongi shook his head, reaching down to press a button, hidden in the bolts. The hydraulic mechanism hissed and the table descends without complaint.

“They don’t reveal this during the orientation, I had a senior teach me the same thing.”

Jungkook nods, searching for the button himself. Yoongi looks on, paying attention to a part of him that misses his old job. He wonders what kind of cities that Jungkook would build one day.

“Thanks hyung.”

“Do you think the Emperor will spare Galtea?”

It was a question that you would occasionally ask Yoongi while you sat atop a grassy hill. Friendship seemed to thrive between you while war was right at your doorstep. The papers were riddled with articles heralding that, mainly to announce that the Emperor advances, day by day.

From your vantage point, you could see how Galtea was organised in factions. The further away from the centre, the more impoverished you were. You and Yoongi resided on the penultimate faction, nearer to the fields. Although limited, it was still a pocket of civilisation.

“I’ve heard that the Emperor is merciful,” Yoongi replied.

He offers you part of an apple that he’s carved into quarters.

“I wish I could afford to travel. I’d go as far away from here as possible, somewhere where I can start over and not have to work shitty jobs just to make ends meet.”

Yoongi thinks that it doesn’t matter where you go, poverty didn’t care who you were and unless you were born with money-ladened pockets from your ancestry, you were a nobody. While you talked aimlessly, he thinks of his parents, salt of the earth, already in their late sixties and unable to retire or even feed their children a full meal. They have never crossed the walls of Galtea not by choice but because they couldn’t afford to.

All of this, Yoongi keeps to himself.

“Maybe one day. I had some friends say that the lands in the West are warm and their soldiers are strong. The Emperor hasn’t been able to conquer those lands yet.”

You crunch on the apple pieces audibly, sniffing as the breeze picked up.

“I think I’d want to visit the city, go to the theatre once, then take a stroll along the bridge, you know the one by the Town Hall?”

Yoongi knows the one. Galtea had many places of interest but the bridge was consistently flocked to by visitors from the city and throughout. It was a simple design, the highest point allowing for a perfect central view of the multi-coloured houses that flanked the river. Yoongi had been there once on a field trip during his first year.

“Sounds like the perfect day, maybe throw in a dinner by the river,” he replied, mirroring your grin.

“One day,” you said.

“Yeah, one day.”

next.

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Tue, 18 Jan 2022 20:49:20

Russet. (m) | ONE-SHOT | MIN YOONGI, 3.1k

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Summary:He liked to take his time with you in moments like these. Something about getting back on stage. Something about being back in his element. Something about the roar of the crowd, a tangible, real moment where he was no longer performing in front of numbers at the top left corner or an LED screen.

Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; unprotected sex; penetrative sex; multiple orgasms; doggy; finger-sucking; slight cock warming; everything that comes with post-concert high tbh lmao); Fluff; idol!AU established relationship :’)

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He liked to take his time with you in moments like these.

Something about getting back on stage.

Something about being back in his element.

Something about the roar of the crowd, a tangible, real moment where he was no longer performing in front of numbers at the top left corner or an LED screen.

The euphoric feeling doesn’t get left on the stage. It lingers, draping over his body, making it thrum as if he was possessed by something.

You fed off his own post-concert high, tethered to an energy, this emotion that’s bigger than him.

The lights that bordered the headboard were turned low and you shiver on the grey sheets, the strength of your arms giving out while Yoongi keeps a firm grip on your hips. Breathy gasps against the fibres of the bed cover, so soft but that didn’t matter, your skin will come up raw and tender from the pressure of his body against yours.

You didn’t know how it escalated from lazy kisses right after the shower. Then again, you always lost yourself when you were in his arms.

“Y-yoongi…” you gasped as he yanks you back harshly on his cock, the dull slap of his hips against the flesh of your ass ending in a resounding slap.You were so wet, taking his cock in an easy, frictionless suck. From the upstroke, his cock comes away in sticky strings that cool due to the ventilation that circulated the room.

“Mn?”

It would be different each time. Tonight however, his hum was an acute sound, prompting your body to tighten, sticking you in an endless loop of pleasure, as if every question you asked him was rhetorical. He surges forward, pushing the breath you’d been holding in out, heating up the bed with the blaze of your desire. Desperate for anything and tired of being edged, you fist the white cotton in front of you, eyes shutting to cloak the dull colours of the hotel as his thrusts slowed to a drag.

Yoongi’s warm breath is on your skin, followed by the subtle scrape of his teeth on your shoulder blade. You tremble from the sharp feeling, whimpering as he nipped then laved over the marks with a swipe of his tongue. You feel him lean forward and moan at the angle, your pussy clamping around his length as he buried himself to the hilt. His open mouth sets on a space on your back, his deep voice turning into a heavy grunt as your legs continued to shake, pussy clenching over his length in an effort to keep him inside, lower back aching and arched, mindlessly fucking his cock as he stilled.

“Ahn, fuck,” you whimpered, knees sliding apart, sweat causing your skin to slip over his, ignoring the clumsy rhythm of your hips as you fucked yourself on his cock in an attempt to catch your release.

That’s when he forces you upright, a breathy moan escaping past your lips while his hand presses lightly over your throat. Through the haze of your vision, you see what’s immediately ahead. The hotel decor, which took up much of the wall, showcased a bright and sunny scene.

Clear skies. 72 degrees. Prepare for landing.

Inoffensive words in neat, legible font, complete with a backdrop of a beach occupied by scattered crowds.

Hardly the best view, given your current situation.

Yoongi cants his hips, incites shallow thrusts that had you breathing out lowly through your nose, practically vibrating. Then, you feel his hand creep up, long fingers articulating themselves until something presses against your bottom lip. Slick with your shared spit, he continues to prod the curved pad of his thumb, rubbing softly, sensitising your lips. You open your mouth, ignoring the angular chain of the bracelet he had trouble taking off, letting it emboss your chin. He inhales sharply as you wiped your tongue over the digit, suckling slightly, as much as you were allowed.

“What do you want, hm?”

It’s whispered so softly, his lips by the shell of your ear, kissing it lightly. You make an impatient noise, you wanted to see him, leaning your head back, away from his hand.

“W-wanna see you,” you breathed, almost falling forward if not for his arm strapped around your middle.

Gently, Yoongi pulls away and you slump forward, weak arms pushing so you could lay on your back, the backs of your thighs held down by his capable hands. You take a moment to appreciate him.

Dewy skin flushed in rose, broad shoulders, strong arms, and a faint smattering of dark hair that trailed down his abdomen. His hair was longer and a light russet, falling over his brow in soft tufts. Silver hoops and dark brown eyes, handsome as ever. He took the image of you in, a subtle, upward tug from the corner of his lip appearing despite his breathing being exaggerated, his hard cock glimmers from your shared arousal.

As soon as he lowered himself, your legs widen, allowing him to nestle himself in between. His hand cradles your face, the cold metal chain on his wrist made warm from your skin, your lips closing over his thumb in a slow suck. The feel of his cock slipping inside you prompted a moan, mouth opening even more, your eyes never once wavering from his as you grasped his wrist. He matches the thrust of his thumb with that of his cock, pressing on your tongue, coating it with your spit as your eyes flutter close.

“Ahssss,” he hissed, you sighed, your tongue swiping along the digit in a slick drag. He thrusts especially deep, your legs raising to accommodate.

You whined, a silent signal for more.

Just a little more.

And he understands, breath hitching as he pushed his thumb until you could feel it near the back of your throat, the cold silver of his bracelet thudding against your chin, your nails digging on the delicate skin of the inside of his forearm. Your throat closes up on instinct, eyes watering suddenly. After a few more shallow thrusts, the pad making a dent on your tongue, he slips it out, caressing your bottom lip, smearing spit over it.

“Good?” He asked, albeit through gritted teeth as you jerked from how he began to thrust more forcefully in your pussy, the gush of wetness of your folds easing the friction.

“Mnh, yeah,” you said, breathless.

And he sinks his cock further, deeper, deeper till you gripped his biceps, exchanging stifled moans, your nails coming down harder due to the stretch and the new angle. He takes your jaw in a solid grip, and you look straight into his eyes while he bottomed out again, fucking you in a steady, unwavering rhythm. The air grew hotter, sweat erupting from the relentless rocking of your bodies, the way his hard planes rubbed against your clit, his cock thrusting inside you in slow, deep strokes.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, your hand reaching up to tangle in those copper strands, pulling towards you, eradicating any distance despite it being cramped. Yoongi kisses you with fervour until you’re both panting in each other’s mouths, hurtling towards that peak. Sweat coats your skin, your hair sticks to your forehead, your temples, he moans in your mouth as your pussy pulsed over his cock, the audible schlickat each retreat making you tremble. You open your eyes, press your head back onto the firm mattress, watch as his jaw goes slack, his gaze boring into yours, brown pools alight with hunger as he fucked you harder in sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts.

“Ssssah,” he rasped, followed by a low moan, his features contracting in effort as you tipped your hips down, entire body tightening. At a particularly harsh thrust, you cried out, slapping your hand against his lower stomach, legs trying to snap shut, unable to comprehend the surge in pleasure each time his cock shoved itself inside your pussy. He leans forward, tugs your bottom lip with his teeth, your name in his deep voice, russet strands and pale skin in your vision.

“Y-yoongi, fuck… ah,shit,” you babbled, arching up, trying to cross your legs over his back, failing miserably. He winds a hand back, circles it over your calf, skating his broad palm down till it slots at the back of your knee, spreading you so wide that you gasped, shuddering as he ground his hips in a tight circle.

“Hgnh,fuck!”

He hummed, ending in a low growl as your pussy contracted around his cock, as tight and as wet as ever, so much so that he slipped out. Your hand shoots forward, heart in an erratic rhythm as you guided him back in your wet heat, gasping into the kiss as he groaned.

“Fuck, ah, fuck,” he grunted, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin, his cock piercing your velvet walls, mind clouding over until the only sound you register is the carnal gasp of your name on his lips.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, barely able to move while held down, but you wind your arms around his neck, catch the lobe of his ear, teeth clashing against the silver metal hoop.

“Fuck -“

You feel another gush of wetness spill past your folds, gooey slick that renders everything pliant, easing the stretch of his cock inside you. Yoongi just knew where to touch you and tease you, he knew how his deep voice affected you and he used all of this to render you into a pleasure-riddle stupor, clawing at him as you approached that blinding peak. You clenched around him, managing a choked moan through gritted teeth as you soared, encouraged by his praise, So good for me, so fucking tight, taking all of me, ah fuck.

And you were sure that he felt it, the way your pussy pulsed over him, closer and closer that you tighten your grip over him, tits crushed against his firm chest, his hand gripping your thigh so hard, that your limbs felt static.

“Ahshit, don’t stop,” you whimpered, loud enough to register that your words were slurred. His hips go faster, circling at the instroke. Your vision sparks, your moans muffled against his skin, shivering at the weight of him while he cups your ass to gain momentum, fucking into you in forceful thrusts until you were practically sobbing from the sheer pleasure of it all. He clutches at the flesh of your ass, finger digging and denting skin, leaving you no choice but to take it, drunk on ecstasy. He licks a flithy stripe from your jaw, his tongue slipping your mouth in a swift movement, wet lips on your own, his hand clasping your chin as he sucked your tongue.

“Mmpfh -“

When he parts from you, his skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat trails over his pale skin, bottom lip curled only to unfurl to bare his teeth.

“Want to get filled up?” He panted, tongue resting at the corner of his mouth, his hips moving but not fast enough, fucking his cock into your pussy before withdrawing it to the tip, nudging the stiff nub of your clit.

“Hgnh, Yoongi, yes, yes,” you begged, pushing towards him, letting out a frustrated moan until he pitches forward, smacking his hard muscles against yours.

Something catches at your gut, like hot coals that exploded, searing your veins. Barely coherent, you make a grab for him, breath fanning against the crook of his neck, fingers yanking at the copper strands near the nape, shaking from the roughened thrusts. The subtle clinkof his jewellery, the way he tugs at your hair at the root, you gasp into his mouth, seeing fragments of his rosy skin, russet strands, hear the sound of his low grunt as you came in the messiest way, an almost endless, sticky drip that coated his cock in a plentiful gush, words escaping in the same manner as your thoughts dissolved. Yoongi let out a loud moan, rutting his hips in shallow, purposeful thrusts as you whimpered, searching for him, for a soft kiss, which he gave, grabbing the flesh of your thighs, kneading it as he hummed.

“Shit,” you said, breathless, melting in his arms as he set a steady pace again, this time parting from you and grasping your hips, lifting them from the bed. Your breath hitched as he dragged you back on his cock, your throbbing pussy still sensitive against any immediate impact but Yoongi was relentless. You arch up, throwing your head back and playing with your nipples, cupping your tits in a pathetic knead, anything to stay in your orgasm, legs just about flailing as he fucked you, his muscles strained, the lines on his abdomen defined, jaw set as his grunts pierced the sex-stained air. He lifts you high enough that what’s left touching the bed is your shoulder blades, your back in a pronounced curve, thighs ending in a fleshy smack each time he filled you to the hilt.

“Ah…ah,” you cried out, his broad palms squeezing your flesh, skin thudding against skin, nasty, wet sounds matching the gooey drip where you connected. Through the flutter of your lashes, you see the copper strands of hair stuck to his temples, the twitch in his features as you were both stripped back to the basest of desires.

As strange as it was at first to reconcile the fact that someone as warm, gentle, and trustworthy as Yoongi could become someone as carnal as the person he was in this moment, it wasn’t lost on you that he always had this simmering intensity. Sometimes, the realisation sprang up on you without much warning, like when you would brush past and he’d clasp your wrist in a possessive grip. Or when he would flip you over, pressing you up against the wall or any other flat surface, up till you were on your tip toes with your calves straining, or bent over in an obscene angle. The effect was the same: you were putty in his hands, body trembling from the harsh, deep stroke of his cock inside you.

“Ah…ssss,ah,” he pants, alternating it with sharp hisses as your pussy tightened around him intermittently. You feel another wave coming, another reverberation of acute pressure, already past the point of containment as you sense a sound building in his chest. After a few, rough thrusts, you come apart again, wailing uncontrollably, sticky hot gush over his pulsing cock, sweat intermingling with arousal, the smack of your hand against his thigh ringing as a sharp crack in the air. You whined, your swollen clit catching the base of his cock, helpless as Yoongi carried on, so you cupped your tits, pinching your nipples to maximise the sparks that burst everywhere, legs aching even if you were solely being held up by his sheer strength.

“Gonna cum,” he grunts, his fingers sinking over your flesh, nails impressing grooves for grip.

“I-inside,” you gasped, “please.”

And his jaw juts out in order for that final, ragged breath, a sudden burst of sound, pushing you onto the bed as your hips locked. Your moan comes out choked, watching Yoongi as he came, a long, drawn out ah,trembling in the delivery as he fell apart in acute, desperate relief. Hot spurts of his cum fill you up while pinned to the bed, immobilised for him, whimpering as he rode it out, thrusting his cock in and pushing his cum out, having it drip down your ass, staining the sheets.

You shiver as Yoongi kisses the side of your face as your pussy convulsed greedily, aided by the rapid contraction of your inner muscles, mind high and satiated. He props himself up and you’re rewarded with the image of a deep rose flush high on his cheeks, lips shiny with saliva, eyes shockingly dark yet glazed over, bright russet hair matted and messy.

“‘Mmh, Yoongi,” you panted, he pushes your hair away from your face, groaning as you shivered, the tremor making its way all the way down.

“Mh?”

You don’t even know why you said his name, the objective of that inquiry lost in the soft glaze of his eyes and the proximity you shared in the afterglow.

“‘Mm fuck,” you whispered, tucking your head under his chin, aware of the mess between your thighs. He reaches down, thumbing your clit lazily, spurring that whine that was waiting at the back of your throat. His cock twitches suddenly, and he dips his forehead over yours, a moan filtering past his lips, hips stuttering up and into you before stilling once more, rivulets of cum dripping lewdly onto the sheets.

You stay like that for a while, catching your breath at the comedown, your pussy slowing in its flex, calming in a drowsy pulse. Yoongi kisses you, catching the spool of your thoughts, chapped yet soft lips, so him, so Yoongi.You do so until you’re practically exchanging air, panting against each other once more.

Reality settles back in, the fuzzy details of the room come back in view. The shimmering expanse of Los Angeles outside with its surrounding buildings on the flat plane. The linen set in the velvet curtains hints at the square windows glowing neon white against the pitch black night.

“Mm, good,” you murmured after a while, your eyelids heavy, going lax on the firm mattress.

“Good,” Yoongi echoed, nudging his nose against yours, gingerly pulling out. You shivered, blinking up at him as he does his best to clean you both, his hair appearing auburn in the dim light, his features blissed out, all kinds of soft. You lean close, kissing his nose.

“Missed you,” you yawned, after things settled and you’re back in his arms.

“Was gone for three hours at most,” he whispered, though there was a distinct tone in his voice, indicative of the comfortable warmth you both shared. An unspoken reassurance that despite Yoongi being at the world’s stage, you can have this piece of him that no one else did, and that he let you. Being apart seemed more palpable these days, more apparent in the prospect of life restarting again. You nuzzle yourself against him, preceding to run your touch along his arm, searching for his hand beneath the sheets. Once your fingers are slotted together, your palms meet in an even pressure.

“Are you hungry? We can order some room service -”

“Later. We can sleep for now,” you said, squeezing his hand as he presses a kiss to your hair.

Yoongi assents, comfortable in the silence with you, then -

“Love you.”

You grinned, “love you too.”

He rubs his nose against yours, sappy as he is, his grin is as wide as the one on your face.

“Love you so much.”

You lean in for a kiss.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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Tue, 11 Jan 2022 16:49:58

becomingbts:

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre:Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
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13.3k (lol).
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, mention of physical violence and yelling, abusive relationship, near death experience.
NOTE: Hello everyone! Welcome to the 13th chapter of Time Heals! This took a long time to come out but as you can see, it’s LONG LMAO! We’re going through Jimin’s diary (I almost cut this part in two because that was a ride) so expect to read a lot of things… We’re getting a bit of backside story! (Y/N) will have a lot of questions for Jungkook though haha! Please tell me your thoughts, I hope you enjoy it!!! Take well care everyone, love you lots hehe
part 12 - here - ~~part 14~~
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I just read something and I would like an explanation for all the things I’m feeling because I’m not good at identifying my emotions. Over 13K words and I’m ready to commit several murders. YNie is so valid. When you want something for years and you finally get a chance of getting it, you hesitate because what if it’s not what you truly wanted? That fear sucks all the good things out of someone. And YN has every right to feel that way. Her pain, hurt, jealousy, despair, even fear…all of it hurt me so badly. Her feelings regarding the diary and the situation itself destroyed me. The kind of pain when you cannot even cry. I couldn’t cry. I thought finding more about the boys’ situation would soften the anger I held for them but honestly? I’m furious now. I’m so confused, I have to wait for you to write it so I can decide what to feel because I’m fucking confused and angry and hurt. But one thing I know is that if I had that Yungsun bitch here, I would do some rather awful things to her. If I’m sure of something it’s that she’d be dying by my hands if I had the chance. I’m shaking. Fake tattoos? Fake personality? Fake identity? FAKE MEDICAL BOND? OH MY LOKI I’M GOING TO TEAR HER APART. Fucking psychopath “fell in love”. That bitch. Fuck, I’m so angry, damn it.

I shall not be making any comments regarding the idiot squad because I’m not sure how to feel. Although, I have softened towards Yoongi and Jungkook. Even though I read Jimin’s pov, I still think he’s a bitch but I think I’m kind of understanding all of them. Does not excuse their actions towards YN but at least I know why they’re so pathetically fucked up. I just remembered “hope shining through their orbs” when YN takes the journal and pardon my french but what? Since when are they hopeful that she’ll understand? Is this their way of being with JK more often? Or what? I don’t trust that hope tbh. Fight me on it, idiot squad.

Dolly, you fucking destroyed me here. I’m not joking, I’m feeling so many things I really should wait for you to write YN’s reaction so I can react as well. LEAD ME TOWARDS THE RIGHT PATH, MY LEADER! Damn, was it good. I’m still tingling. And shaking. And cursing a little bit but oh, well. I loved everything about this. Except that liar. I hope she’s in prison for at least identity theft, and at most almost destroying the bond because if the bonds are so important there must be laws against psychopaths who deceive bonded people. Wow I’m getting angry again. I better go.

You’re the fucking best. I love you. Take care, my sweet! Sending all the love and appreciation I can fit in this post! Mpwuah!

@wannabestark

Sun, 14 Nov 2021 19:52:27

sugababylove84:

Never knew I needed
Mafia Lord yoongi X YN reader
Genre: romance mafia strangers to lovers
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
Soundtrack for this ff
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”.
Fin

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Sat, 11 Jun 2022 08:18:09

Oh baby

@rosquilleta @bunnyrhe @raineandskye

Idol husband yoongi x pregnant wife reader!

Summary: attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview

Genre: fluff, fluff and fluff!

Warnings: a little cursing because you need to pee and people are clicking photos, you’re 7 and a half month pregnant and yoongi’s buff and so in love with you. Husband yoongi is a big warning itself.

A/n: hello hello I’m not dead

Author’s pov:

“And the song of the year award goes to…” you looked at the host with big eyes all the while holding your husband yoongi’s hand tightly and his other hand which was holding you, squeezed your shoulder gently out of nervousness “Min yoongi! Or we can say producer suga!” You squealed and got up immediately, well atleast tried to do so but it was a little hard with your belly in the way but yoongi held you up and pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss causing you to blush and giggle against his lips as the camera zoomed in on both of you.

Pulling back he leaned his head against yours, smiling widely that matched your bright smile and you whispered “I’m so proud of you” he nodded closing his eyes and kissed your forehead before pulling back and you smiled as the other members also pulled him in a group hug before he walked up to the stag while buttoning his suit jacket. You sat back on your seat with a little help from jimin and smiled staring at your husband who was emitting a powerful and confident aura while standing on the stage.

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Yoongi smiled pulling you close to him with his strong arm wrapped around your waist and caressing your belly softly and his other hand holding the award. You smiled leaning against his shoulder feeling a little dizzy with so many cameras flashing but with his arm wrapped around you tightly, it was a little better. Placing a soft hand on your belly you smiled when a female photographer complemented you and bowed a little while yoongi smirked kissing the side of your head.

As yoongi was answering the questions by the interviewers, your smiled flattered a little feeling the sudden strong urge to pee. You’ve been holding it quite well the whole night because you don’t like going to public bathrooms but now it seemed like the baby was having none of it and started squeezing the life out of your bladder. You didn’t even drink that much just so you wouldn’t have to pee but the baby loves teasing you and decided that it was the right time to sit on your bladder.

As much as you tried to control it, a squeak almost left your lips when a sudden cramp hit you and the urge grew stronger so tugging his suit jacket you forced a smile with all the cameras clicking when he turned his head to face you with a soft smile which immediately disappeared when he noticed the look on your face “what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He mumbled looking at you worriedly and you shaked your head squeezing his hand which was on your belly “i need to pee” you whispered and his eyes widened slightly before he cursed under his breath “fuck is it urgent?” He mumbled rubbing your side gently and you nodded hastily “very. Please” you whispered with pleading eyes and yoongi kissed your forehead nodding.

He looked at the bodyguard besides him and whispered something to which the bodyguard nodded and said something in his ear piece and a second later you saw all the bodyguards around you form a circle to guide you both out of the ocean of reporters who immediately started rushing and following you both . Yoongi covered you with his body and held you tightly all the while until you both reached your car and he helped you sit inside before sitting too. “Yoongi fast” you whined squeezing your legs tightly and he nodded looking at you apologetically “let’s go. Drive fast but carefully” he told the driver who nodded and started the car.

During the whole ride you were squeezing the life out of yoongi’s hand who groaned slightly but still let you do anything you want and you almost kicked the door open when the driver pulled up at your house and got off before waddling towards the front door as fast as you can with yoongi running behind you. Punching in the pin when the finger print was taking too long, you almost stumbled while trying to run on the smooth tiles with your heels on. Crouching down, he took your platform heels off quickly when you tried to run to the bathroom with them and you placed your hand on his head to support yourself whining “yoongi hurry up! i can’t hold it anymore” “okay okay there you go. Don’t run!” He said when you took off holding your belly and slammed the bathroom door shut.

He chuckled shaking his head and ruffled his already ruffled hair and stood up hearing you babbling incoherent words of relief and took out one of his t shirt for you to wear. A few moments later You came out of the bathroom with a satisfied smile while rubbing your belly to see him shirtless and waddled towards him to burry your face in his hard chest causing him to chuckle fondly and hold you tightly. “Are you feeling good?” He mumbled pressing kisses on your head and you nodded sighing in relief as he unzipped your tight dress “so good” you whispered kissing his neck. Humming he took your dress off completely and unclipped your bra causing you to shiver slightly while he helped you wear his shirt.

You hugged him again causing him to laugh and you kissed him saying “you did so great. We are so proud of you” he hummed holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss “really?” “Yes” “thank you baby” you giggled and bite his bottom lip gently while he made you sit on the bed. He groaned saying “don’t get me started babygirl. I won’t be able to control myself later” you pouted but still nodded while he smirked went to get your makeup wipes. Coming back he crouched down and cleaned your face gently while you smiled when the baby kicked. Throwing the dirty wipes he came back and helped you lay down gently before laying down besides you and pulled you close to him.

You sighed happily and buried your face in his neck mumbling “tell your kids not to squeeze my bladder when they are so many people around us” his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle and he nodded rubbing your stomach gently “I’ll tell them tomorrow when they wake up. Now go to sleep babygirl” your eyes were closed and soft snores were coming out when he looked at you causing him to smile to himself. He kissed your belly before kissing your head and closed his eyes holding his world close to him.

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The next day’s headline was a photo of you and yoongi whispering to each other with a Caption of “the sweetest couple of all the time” with everyone thinking that you both were smiling and whispering your love but only you and yoongi knows what you were actually talking out.

“I love you baby” “we love you too yoon”

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Tue, 07 Jun 2022 14:27:32

11:50 pm

@bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @raineandskye

“O-oh yoongi!” You whined as his pace increased and his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing your eyes to roll back. Yoongi growled hearing you moaning and screaming his name and grunted “fuck babygirl you take me so well, my good little girl” and wrapped his lips around your perky and hardened nipple causing you to whimper as your fingers played with his hair “y-yours” he groaned when you clenched around him tightly and smashed his lips on yours to pull you in a rough kiss which had you gasping for air as he sucked and bite your bottom lip until it was red and swollen “i-i love you yoongi ” you cried out as another wave of pleasure hit your body and he pounded inside you harder with his forehead leaned against yours as he panted and moaned your name “fuck i love you too babygirl, i love you so fucking much” he groaned and you leaned up slightly to kiss him but your attention was diverted when you suddenly heard a phone, or specifically his phone ringing “y-yoongi-” you tried to tell him but he cursed and placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss with his hand going down in between your bodies to rub your clit which had you moaning his name loudly. As much as you tried to ignore the continues ringing, it didn’t stop budging at the back of your mind. so you pulled back panting and whimpered out “y-your phone oh- yoongi your p-phone” kissing your forehead softly, which was completely different from the way he was pounding inside you, he grunted “ doesn’t matter. Ignore it and look at me kitten” you whimpered at his dominating voice and looked at him with dazed eyes with your ckeeks flushed whispering “I-I’m close” gripping your hips tightly he groaned “i know baby, come for me” against your ear you gasped with your mouth hanging open and a scream of his name escaped your lips as your second orgasm washed over you with your hands grippingjis biceps tightly. A deep growl left his lips seeing you milking his cock with his name leaving your lips like a chant and he rubbed harsh circles on your clit to ride you out of your orgasm groaning feeling his own high approaching “fuck-where do you want me baby” “i-inside me” you whimpered laying on the bed boneless as he groaned hearing your words. He breathed harshly and small groans of your name spilled from his lips as he came right after you and you whimpered feeling his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. Breathing heavily as his balls completely emptied he collapsed besides you and pulled you closer and you snuggled in his chest yawning and wrapped your arms around his torso. He chuckled fondly mumbling “i love you babygirl ” as you nestled against him comfortably and his arms around you tighten when you whispered “i love you yoon” kissing your head he groaned when the moment was interrupted by his phone ringing again “fucking assholes” you giggled softly as he mumbled profanities and said “it might be important, you should pick it up” already closing your eyes “not more important than you” he murmured kissing your neck and took his phone switching it off without seeing the missed calls and throwed it behind him on the bed. Sighing tiredly he kissed your head as soft snores and little puff of air left your lips and his eyes fluttered shut when you snuggled in his neck causing him to hold you protectively.

Of course he would make sure that people won’t fuck with his money anymore but that can wait for tomorrow. Tonight was just about you, his beautiful girlfriend . His whole world.

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Tue, 10 May 2022 11:47:13

Ours

@bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @raineandskye

Alter ego Gang leader yoongi x reader

■ summary: you’re theirs. And they won’t ever allow anyone to take or hurt what belongs to them.

■ Genre: fluff, angst

■ warning: blood, gun, mentions of murder, reader almost gets kidnapped, yoongi’s a gang leader, a few kisses here and there, he loves grabbing your butt, established relationship, yoongi has an alter ego, reader almost gets killed too, possessive yoongi and his alter ego, implied smut.

Author’s pov

You giggled as holly licked your face while you were tying his leash,well atleast you were trying to do so because the large dog kept trying to sit on your lap not understanding that he is too big to do that. The brown rottweiler looked at you happily while wagging his tail as you were successfully able to put his leash on and patted his head huffing as he licked your hand too. “You got me covered in your drool holly” you said putting on your shoes before wiping your face with wet wipes and looked at him again “okay let’s go” you mumbled taking his leash and your little bag which contained your phone and wallet and some treats for your baby. Locking the door you started walking towards your destination which was your boyfriend’s office. You know you shouldn’t be walking there because it would be much safer if you took your car but today you decided to give the poor driver a day off and besides just as yoongi had told you to take holly with you everywhere, you were doing so.

“It’s a nice day for a walk isn’t it?” You cooed to the dog softly as he walked besides you on alert only looking at you for a moment before looking at his surroundings again. Yoongi had brought him for you when he found himself falling in love with you. He never thought that would be getting in a serious relationship when he started seeing you. He thought that it’s just a distraction and it will be over soon but he found himself falling for you harder when you accepted both him and his alter ego. Never did he dared to dream that you will accept him for who he was. He didn’t wanted to get his hopes high and get hurt later on. But you proved him wrong when you just hugged him tightly in your warm embrace and whispered “i will always love you yoongi. No matter what. And if i love you then I’ll learn to love your other half too” he remembers how his eyes got misty and his voice thick with emotions as he hugged you back tightly. That was the first time you both said ‘i love you’.Since that day, both him, and his alter ego did everything in their power to keep you safe. He can say that his alter ego is possessive of you just like he is and they both loves you more than anything even though it took a little time for his alter ego to open up with you because he has always found it hard to trust anyone besides yoongi. But eventually, you managed to coax him out of his shell with your love. And about holly, well he was supposed to be a strong guard dog and he is, but you pamper him all day and make him wear different colorful clothes. He bets even holly must be embarrassed to walk down the street in a pink onesie.

You smiled looking at a little girl laughing while running in the park but soon your attention was taken by holly who suddenly stopped and looked back from where you came from with his tail standing straight in alert “hey what’s wrong holly?” You asked looking behind you aswell but you were met with nothing other than a few people walking but it wasn’t anything suspicious. Maybe holly is just paranoid because he has always been protective of you. “It’s nothing let’s go” you said lightly tugging on his leash but your eyebrows furrowed when he didn’t budge instead growled lowly which scared a couple who were walking past you. You gave them an apologetic smile and bowed slightly then looked at holly again who was still trying to go there but you stood in front of him and snapped your fingers gaining his attention “okay holly now stop. There’s no one there. C'mon” you said started to walk ahead and holly reluctantly followed behind you. As you both walked, you frowned noticing holly’s attention was still behind you both but you shrugged it off and smiled as you reached your destination.

Entering inside the building with holly on your tail you pushed the elevator’s button and shifted your weight from one leg to another while waiting for the elevator. “Y/n?” Hearing a familiar voice you looked to your right and a smile creeped on your face when you saw your boyfriend’s trusted man and bestfriend Namjoom standing there. But your smile dropped slightly when you saw his expression. He looked worried. “Hey joon” Namjoon looked down at you with a small smile and patted your back before stroking holly’s head “hey y/n. What’re you doing here?” “Nothing just came to meet yoongi” you smiled seeing holly licking namjoon’s hand as the elevator door opened. He suddenly looked a little hesitant making you worried “what’s wrong? Is yoongi alright? ” you asked immediately thinking of the worst scenario but joon was quick to calm you as he shaked his head and mumbled “don’t worry he’s fine. He’s just a little mad and he’s probably not yoongi right now but I’m not sure because he kicked me out” you relaxed and nodded starting to get in the elevator but namjoon stopped you “wait. Let me take holly with me.” You nodded giving him holly’s leash and crouched down to smack a kiss on the dog’s head “I’ll be back soon sweetie” you whispered smiling softly and waved at namjoon who nodded and watched as the door closed.

You signed and leaned against the cold wall watching the numbers changing to higher ones. What would have made him so angry for his alter ego to come out? And why didn’t he called you? He usually calls you whenever he gets too much stressed. You were snapped back to reality as the doors opened and you walked out bowing towards some men who bowed towards you. Everyone in this building knows you as their boss’s girlfriend so it’s no secret that they all respect you. Reaching outside his office you knocked on the door softly not hearing any reply which caused you to sigh so you knocked a little harder. A smile reaching your face when you heard his deep voice “stop bothering me namjoon amd piss off” “it’s me” you said softly and a moment later, the door was ripped open only for a second to pull you in before it was slammed shut and you were pinned against the door with his lips on yours and his hands gripping your hips tightly. You whispered his name against his lips, cupping his face and caressed his cheek softly as your lips moved against his smoothly “agust” He kissed you harder for a second before pulling back breathing heavily and leaned his head against yours “what are you doing here? Did you came alone?” Pushing the hair falling on his forehead back you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead feeling him sighing tiredly and relaxing under your touch “no i didn’t came alone. Holly is with joon and i just wanted to see you. Am i disturbing you?” You asked looking at him with big eyes and he smirked squeezing your butt earning a soft giggle from you . Wrapping his arms around your waist he hoisted you up in the air effortlessly causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and he started walked towards his desk all the while you were peppering his face with kisses.

Sitting on his chair with you on his lap you caressed his hair as he leaned back looking at you with soft eyes that contained his love for you. “No you aren’t. Needed you” he breathed out as you lightly touched the scar doing under his right eye. “What happened?” You whispered shivering slightly because of the low temperature in the room and he shaked his head increasing the temperature and pulling you closer “nothing kitten” he mumbled pulling you closer with the back of your neck and crushed his lips on yours making you whimper gently. His tongue immediately dominated yours and you supported yourself by placing your hands on his chest and he groaned sucking your bottom lip before biting the supple flesh. Carding your fingers through his soft hair he growled when you tugged them lightly and pulled you impossibly closer with his hand going inside your oversized hoodie caressing your bare skin. You gasped and whimpered his name softly as he relieved all the stress that has built up. “Are you okay?” You gasped out as he kissed you roughly and growled running his tattooed hand over your back “missed you” he murmured pulling back breathing heavily and you leaned against his chest trying to catch some breath “is yoongi okay?” You whispered looking at him with worried eyes. Worried for both him and his other half which caused his eyes to go soft “yes babygirl we’re fine. Just some petty fuckers trying to take what’s ours” you looked at him with confusion as he placed his suit around you noticing the goosebumps on your arms “what do you mean?” He shaked his head kissing your forehead “don’t think about it.” “Agust” he sighed and looked at you with soft eyes and you perked up realising yoongi was back “yoongi?” He hummed pulling you close when he felt you sliding down and wrapped his arms around your waist “what was agust talking about?” You asked with narrowed eyes and he sighed mumbling “that idiot” “tell me” you whined squeezing his cheeks causing him to groan “is everything okay?” “Yes baby everything is fine. You know we will never let anything happen to you right?” You nodded whispering “ofcourse i know” with confusion still present in your eyes . Yoongi’s jaw clenched and he rasped out “ jungkook found out that someone has been following you since a few days” you gasped and his arms around you tighten “what” yoongi kissed your neck and held you close in his protective embrace “some shitheads are trying to take me down” he scoffed giving your butt a gentle squeeze before looking at you with sharp eyes “i will find them and make them regret their whole life” the shiver that ran down your spine wasn’t because of cold but because of the coldness in his eyes and tone.

Yoongi was always the calm one in situations like this and agust is the rough one but when it comes to you, they both become ruthless gang leaders who won’t ever hesitate to kill anyone who dares to hurt you. “Let’s go home” you whispered and he nodded kissing your head as you stood up from his lap. Standing up you gave him his suit jacket back which he kept in one hand and wrapped his free arm around your shoulder and you both walked out of the room. Walking towards the elevator you looked up at him see him looking ahead with a distant look in his eyes. You know that even though he is physically with you, his mind is somewhere else and it won’t calm down until they catch the person. So squeezing his arm you smiled softly when he looked down at you and he smiled when you said “everything will be fine” he nodded scratching the scar under his eye as you both stepped in the elevator and he pressed the button of the ground floor. You exhaled softly and buried your face in his chest as his arm around your shoulder tighten and he pressed a kiss on your head before breathing out “i love you baby” you smiled whispering “i love you too” in his chest. You pulled away slightly when the elevator door opened and you both walked out but your eyes widened and you suddenly stopped causing yoongi to stop too and look at you slightly alarmed “what’s wrong? ” he asked looking around with his hand already going back towards his gun which was safely tucked in his belt. “I forgot holly!” You exclaimed with wide eyes causing him to sigh “I’ll be right back!” You said with a small laugh and ran back towards the elevator while yoongi shaked his head with a small smile on his face as he heard hoseok laughing in the background.

You hummed softly as you reached the floor of namjoon’s office not noticing a man following behind you who was also in the elevator with you. While you were walking towards joon’s office yoongi glanced at his watch and looked back towards the elevator as a few men working under him bowed towards him. “Hyung?” Yoongi looked back surprised to see namjoon standing behind him with holly besides him who growled happily and went towards yoongi who hummed and chuckled as the happy dog sat besides him and he caressed the dog’s head “you’re leaving early? Y/n went to your office” mumbled yoongi taking his phone out to call you while namjoon nodded “I’ve some work to take care of so i was thinking of asking jungkook to look after holly but i saw you here” yoongi didn’t replied instead waited for you to pick up the call but you never did making yoongi frown. “Maybe it’s in her bag” he murmured sighing “don’t worry she will come back soon besides there’s no one on that floor” yoongi hummed questioning and namjoon nodded “i was the last one there”

“Oh?” You mumbled seeing the lights in namjoon’s office off and only then you noticed that you didn’t saw anyone on your way here. You shrugged thinking he must be with jin or Taehyung and turned around to go back to yoongi but you jumped and a scream almost left your mouth when you saw an unknown man standing right in front of you. You didn’t even heard his footsteps. Placing a hand on your chest you sighed and bowed slightly towards the man before walking past him. He must be one of yoongi’s men. Maybe he also came to find namjoon. Soon a frown settled on your lips when you realized the man was still following you and turned your head slightly and sure enough he was staring straight at you. Something about His gaze made you so uncomfortable that a shiver ran down your spin. You unknowingly speeded your steps and your throat tightened when you heard the man speeding behind you too. Why did namjoon’s office has to be so far from the elevator? A gasp escaped your lips when the unknown man caught up with you and grabbed your wrist harshly causing you to look at him with fear in your eyes. “W-what are doing?! Let me go!” You screamed trying to pull your hand away but his grip only tightened causing you to whimper in pain. You looked around and tears filled your eyes when you realized you were alone with this man and he smirked before raising his hand to hold your arm but before he could, you hastily took out the pepper spray from your bag and sprayed it in his eyes causing him to scream and let you go “you fucking bitch” you whimpered hearing his gruff voice and your feet took off with a thought.

Running towards the elevator as fast as you can , a sob escaped your lips when you heard him running behind you and quickly took your phone out. A shaky breath left your mouth as you saw yoongi’s missed call and immediately called him. You gasped as a ring went by before his deep voice was heard “y/n? Baby namjoon’s here-” “yoongi!” You sobbed hearing him getting closer and yoongi immediately looked alert as fear set inside him “y/n? Hey baby what’s wrong?! Y/n?!” Yoongi growled out the last words as you screamed when the man grabbed your hair tightly and turned your around causing the phone to slip out of your hand and fall on the ground “yoongi!” A scream of his name left your lips when the man raised his hand and slapped you hard causing you to fall on the floor harshly while yoongi was already running “hey! Who the fuck is there?! Y/n?! Don’t fucking touch her dammit” yoongi growled and took the stairs when the elevator took too long and ran up the stairs feeling anger coursing through his body as he heard you crying and screaming for help “you’ll regret touching her when i get my hands on you” you faintly heard his voice from afar because of the ringing in your head and whimpered as the man grabbed your collar and harshly made you stand up. Your eyes widened when the man pinned you to the wall and wrapped his hand around your neck squeezing it tightly which had you gasping for air as your hands tried to push him away. He groaned when your nails scratched his hand and squeezed your throat tighter causing you to close your eyes as your oxygen got cut off and your hands fell limply to your side.

And just as you thought that you’re going to die here, the man was suddenly thrown off of you and you fell on the floor wheezing and gasping for air. You placed a hand on your head feeling dizzy and tried your best to look towards the source of voice “yoongi! Stop!” You heard jin’s voice but you couldn’t open your eyes as leaned against the floor feeling tears flowing down your face as you heard holly barking. While yoongi’s voice changed to a more rough one as he continued throwing punches at the man laying below him “you fucking son of a bitch how dare you touch my fucking woman” yoongi threw a harsh punch on the man’s face and you swear you heard a cracking noise causing you to whimper softly as your vision slowly started coming back and you could make out a blurred sight of jungkook and hoseok trying to stop yoongi who was beating the man who almost killed you harshly. Another string of curse words left yoongi’s lips and you realized that he wasn’t yoongi right now . “Agust” you managed to croak out as your hand reached for him and his head snapped towards you.

He was on his feet in a second and rushed towards you. You sobbed softly as his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace and leaned against his chest while his jaw was still tight and his eyes were holding so much anger. When yoongi reached where you were and saw that man choking you, he swear something inside him snapped and he saw red as his alter ego forced his way out and ran towards you. If you haven’t called him right now, then the man would have been dead. You gasped and buried your face in his chest and his arms around you tighten. More anger filling inside him when he saw a trail of blood on your lower lip. Cupping your face gently he made you look at him and you cried shaking in his arms “I’m here now. Everything’s okay. You’re okay” he whispered pressing his forehead against you and took you in his arms . His one arm wrapped under your knees and under one held your waist and he stood up holding you bridal style while you laid your head on his chest, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. Looking at namjoon he rasped out “i don’t want any of those shit heads leaving this damn building. They’ll will regret setting a foot here” Namjoon nodded and yoongi started walking ahead with holly following you both. Reaching home he placed you on the bed and your heart tugged tightly when holly whined seeing you hurt. You cooed and caressed his face to reassure him that you’re fine and flinched slightly when yoongi caressed your cheek which had already formed red causing him to clench his jaw. Somewhere in between the ride home, yoongi came back making you worried that agust might be upset but yoongi reassured you that he is fine. He was too angry at that time and he didn’t want you to see him in his scariest form. And the same went with yoongi. He too never want you to see him as a ruthless gang leader. And that’s why he tried to calm down because he didn’t want to scare you more.

After giving you a warm bath ,he helped you wear his hoodie with a pair of your underwear and carried you back to bed before laying down besides you. He unbuttoned his shirt until his sharp torso was on view and cradled your body close to him. You sighed shakily amd buried your face in his chest. He didn’t spoke anything since you both arrived home and that made you more nervous “yoongi?” He hummed kissing your head and you whispered out “s-someone was following me” pulling back slightly yoongi looked at with furrowed eyebrows “what?” You gulped nervously and avoided eye contact as you said “w-when i was coming to meet you, someone was following me and holly sensed it but at that time i-i thought he was just paranoid” taking a harsh breath yoongi stood up and took his gun from the side table causing you to gasp and stand up too “why the fuck didn’t you told me that before?!” He growled out and and started walking towards the door “I’ll fucking kill every single one of them” “no yoongi please stop” you pleaded rushing in front of him and placing your hands on his chest. His hands found there way on your hips , gripping then tightly as he leaned his head against yours “please stop” you whispered with your eyes closed and placed your hand on his heart feeling it pounding “don’t…don’t ever hide anything from me” he breathed out and you nodded as a tear left your eyes which he wiped immediately. He thinks he knows who has been tailing you but he wasn’t sure and that’s why he didn’t went and killed all of them. But right now that didn’t mattered when you looked so scared and nervous. Pulling you closer he pressed his lips on yours in a gentle but passionate kiss as he poured all of his love in it. Throwing the gun somewhere on the floor he picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist and his one hand held your thigh with the other one on your back. Laying you on the bed gently he kissed you slowly and softly and a soft growl left his lips that had you whimpering his name. As your lips moved smoothly against each other, he whispered “we love you so fucking much babygirl ” you wrapped your arms around his neck whispering “i love you both. So so much”

As you both spent a night embracing each other fully, he showed you how you meant to them . He showed you that they would do anything and everything for you. As your naked form slept peacefully in his arms, his phone vibrated indicating of a message. Yoongi smirked switching his phone off and held you just a little tighter. The smirk turning into a soft smile when you snuggled closer into him and he kissed your bare shoulder softly before falling asleep as well.

Namjoon: lee and his gang are dead

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Fri, 06 May 2022 07:03:17

It’s always been you

5: you know i would do anything for you babygirl

15: is she mine?

20: he will regret this

28:you’re mine before him

37: are you fucking crazy?!

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Idol! Yoongi x soft reader one shot

Summary: destiny tries to separate you with the one you love the most. But as everyone says, two people who are in love with each other always find their way back.

Genre: angst in the beginning, smut at the end with happy ending.

Warnings: swearing, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of past abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of rape, mature content, soft dom yoongi, soft sex, yoongi just loves you a lot

Author’s pov

Sometime in March, 2013

You took a shaky breath and hugged yourself as a harsh wind blew past your bundled up form. Your body tensed up when you heared the familiar deep voice which gave you comfort at one time but now you just wished for the ground to swallow you. “Hey babygirl ” he said sitting besides you on the bench. His eyebrows furrowing slightly when you avoided his eyes and scooted towards the end of the bench when he tried to pull you closer. “Is something wrong?” He asked soothingly and a small cry almost escaped seeing how confused he was. You shaked your head and blinked back the tears which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was in front of you in a second. Crouching down in front of you ,he took your cold hands in his , with his another hand rubbing your knee gently. “Baby look at me please” he whispered with pleading eyes . You know he hates seeing you cry and you hate how much worried he looks for you. “W-we need to talk” you whispered shakily and his grip on your hands tighten, out of nervousness. But he still nodded and gave you a small smile “what’s wrong ” you took a deep breath and managed to croak out “l-let’s break up” for a moment, time stilled. You saw how his body visibly tensed up and he swallowed thickly before asking “why? Did i….did i do something wrong?” You shook your head and tried to free your hands from his grip but it tightened as soon as you tried to push him. “Y-you didn’t do anything wrong yoongi. It’s just…I’m doing this for your own good” “No” he said harshly and stood up pushing his hair back before taking a deep breath and looking at you with unshed tears in his eyes “please…please tell me baby. I-i promise I’ll fix it baby. I-is it because I’m not stable right now? You know my training at big hit has started . We are finally about to debut. I promise I’ll-I’ll give you everything you want. I promise I’ll work harder baby” he was now almost begging you. But he didn’t care. Not when he is so close to losing you. He can’t lose. You are his everything. His whole world. He won’t be able to live without you. A soft sob escaped your lips hearing his words. Of course you aren’t leaving him because of that. You don’t care about money. You don’t care that you both live in a small house. Because it’s home. “No yoongi. Please try to understand me. I-I’m doing this for you” your broken whisper caused a flame to ignite inside him which soon turned into anger. “No! No you aren’t y/n! You are just being selfish. You want to break up with me but you won’t tell me why. Let me fix it .Please, please baby you promised you will never leave me” the last words came out as soft whispers and your heart broke at how his voice cracked in between. You almost broke down when he said those words

“You know i will do anything for you babygirl ”

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Sat, 26 Mar 2022 01:58:02

Prompt list

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?!