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Hug-o-gram | Yoongi

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“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K → a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well... yoobie got me Good... anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy... appa yip yip

Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:

“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.

“Yeah,” is Yoongi’s verbose reply. He also has his mouth agape, his prone body lying side by side with his roommate of four years in their small living room. Their roomba (another one of Seokjin’s good ideas) cleans all around them, its steady whirring serving as their only source of background music. “Lowkey though, I think our position isn’t quite… as optimized as it could be.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, as he drapes his leg over Yoongi’s. His movement jostles the surrounding popcorn halo around them, as most of the food had missed their mouths by a couple of centimeters. At this point, the roomba has probably eaten more of the popcorn than the two of them combined.

“Nothing,” Yoongi shrugs, or whatever might be the lying down equivalent of a shrug. Some of the popcorn on his chest falls down, only to be quickly devoured by roomba-chi. Yoongi stares at the ceiling, tracing shapes out of the cracks that Seokjin had accidentally made when he tried using a pogo stick indoors. He points up, catching Seokjin’s attention. “Hey, hyung. Doesn’t that look a bit like Y/N?”

Seokjin squints. “You mean the mysterious brown stain near the lights? I think the toilet from the elderly couple upstairs might have leaked that.”

“No, you dipshit. The squiggly curve over there. It reminds me of her smile.” Yoongi says. There’s a stupid dopey grin on his face and Seokjin wants nothing more than to wipe it off.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Seokjin groans, turning over to envelop Yoongi in a sweaty half-armed hug. The buttery residue on his arms and stomach leaves something to be desired, but Yoongi doesn’t scoot away. He only continues to sigh dreamily, staring mindlessly at the image of you that only his lovelorn brain can imagine.

Seokjin slaps Yoongi in the face. “Dude, get a fucking grip,” he grouses, giving Yoongi a serious look. The younger doesn’t break out of his trance, further irritating him. “Will you stop pining in front of my popcorn? It’s seriously making roomba-chi lose her appetite!”

To his credit, roomba-chi did seem to be slowing down, though that could also be because it had overloaded with popcorn and was seconds away from exploding. Wouldn’t be the first time, but Seokjin always managed to find a way to save roomba-chi from imminent death. She was like a daughter to him.

“Hyung, you know I can’t. I just… God, I really like her, you know?”

“That’s the third time you said that within the last hour. Believe me, I know.” Seokjin groans, shoving Yoongi away. He sits up, reaching over to the popcorn machine and switching it off. He grabs a fistful of fallen popcorn from the ground and shoves it inside Yoongi’s mouth. “There. That should shut you up.”

“Aw weawwy wike hew, hwung.”

“And yet, you still haven’t done anything after four years,” Seokjin tuts, finally standing up. He stretches his limbs, his joints creaking youthfully. He grabs his phone from the coffee table, nearly dropping it from the butteriness of his fingers. The clock reads 4:32 PM, which means–

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbows. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

“Hyung, let me come with you to work today,” Yoongi decides, walking over Seokjin’s prone body to their shoe rack. He slides into a pair of sneakers, his harried movements unusual for his customary lethargicness. He grabs a coat from its hanger, stomping his feet to get Seokjin to move faster. “C’mon! We have hugs to deliver.”

“Woah woah woah! Slow down there, Simpimus Prime.” Seokjin gets back up to his feet, skipping over to him. An absolutely feral grin is stretched upon his face. “Am I hearing what you’re saying? Are you offering… to deliver hugs with yours truly? Are you finally going to take up my offer to be an employee at Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service?”

“Of course not,” Yoongi scoffs, but his shifting eyes betray him. He fidgets in place, refusing to return Seokjin’s eager gaze. “I just… wanted to go out for once. Yeah.”

“Yoongi.”

“What?”

“You haven’t left this apartment other than to go to class in over a month. You never go out. You’re an indoor cat!”

“I’m not a fucking cat,” Yoongi hisses, like a cat. “And of course I go out! There was that one time I went outside to pick up our food delivery last week.”

Judging from Seokjin’s unimpressed stare, Yoongi’s excuse doesn’t cut it. Yoongi flaps his arms around, defeated. “Okay, fine! I rarely go out! Screw me and the bounteous crapload of assignments I have due! It’s not my fault I don’t have the time to socialize and have fun. What do you want from me?”

What Seokjin wants is to push a confession out of Yoongi, not because he needs the confirmation, but mostly because he just wants to annoy Yoongi and say “I told you so!” He’s also pretty cute when he’s all blushy and tsundere whenever he talks about you. Should he film him and sell the footage on eboys.bb? He’s certain that goth boy over here would make a pretty penny.

“You like krabby patties, don’t you Squidward?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Yoongi sniffs, nose upturned. He opens the door, not looking behind him to see Seokjin’s triumphant expression. “C’mon. Y/N’s last class of the day ends in a few minutes and we might catch her before she leaves the Science Building.”

Seokjin snorts. He is quick to slip his own coat on and he follows soon after. He locks their door shut, hopping over to Yoongi and matching his shorter-legged pace. “Yeah. Because you totally just know her schedule at the top of your head. You know, like a normal person.”

Yoongi ignores him. He trudges on, each step filled with determination as they make their way to Seokjin’s beat-up truck. Seokjin skips alongside him, observing the younger boy and placing bets inside his mind. The drive to campus isn’t that long as it only takes around 10 minutes to get there, but Seokjin guesses that Yoongi’s defenses will begin to chip away only 3 minutes into the drive.

He’ll start to realize the gravity of the situation, the cogs in his smooth and slushy excuse of a brain slowly comprehend what he’s about to witness. He’ll first think about how 1) he’s going to see you and that never helps his poor dainty grandpa heart and 2) he’s going to see you hugging Seokjin as he reads to you the short love confession from your anonymous Romeo. Seokjin bets that after 8 minutes, Yoongi will start to break out into a sweat, leaving gross perspiration marks on his good car seat leather.

After exactly 7 minutes and 34 seconds (Seokjin was keeping track of the time on his dashboard), Yoongi’s face turns an unflattering shade of green. “Dude. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Yoongi had originally offered to drive the two of them to campus, but Seokjin had the good foresight to refuse. Had Yoongi been the one on the wheel, he would’ve brought them back home in an instant due to nerves. So instead, Seokjin speeds up, ignoring Yoongi’s soft whimpers of defeat.

“Too bad, but there is no turning back now. I have six deliveries today and I am not putting my livelihood on the line just because your balls have magically shrunk in size,” Seokjin snickers. He glances at Yoongi from the corner of his eye and feels the slightest touch of pity for the pathetic fool beside him. “But if it really makes you want to shit yourself from anxiety, we could save Y/N for last. Though, on second thought… That could also prolong your misery, which I will always be up for.”

“God, shut up,” Yoongi groans, slamming his head on the dashboard. Seokjin continues undeterred as he pulls into the campus parking lot, waiting for his friend to make up his damn mind for once in his life. He supposes that he is being a little harsh on Yoongi, but there are only so many sad love songs he can listen to without going completely insane.

Aren’t you tired of being nice? The demon on his shoulder cajoles, shoving the corpse of his angel counterpart somewhere down a ditch. Don’t you just want to go apeshit?

And who is Seokjin to deny his impulsive needs anyway?

“No, let’s… just get this over with,” Yoongi decides, head still smushed against his dashboard. He doesn’t make any move to get out of the car, not even when Seokjin shuts off the engine and makes a show of “leaving” Yoongi behind.

“Okay, lover boy. You have ten seconds to get your butt into high gear before I’m leaving you behind. And you should know that I’m not above playing dirty and giving Y/N the sweetest fucking hug of her life that will make her forget anyone else exists in this world, so you better start moving before I–”

Like lightning, Yoongi scrambles out of the car faster than if it had caught on fire (and Seokjin’s car has exploded before and Yoongi certainly did not seem as bothered to escape than he does right now.) He nearly trips over himself in his haste, getting caught by the car door and nearly receiving a concrete facial to boot. He straightens up with as much dignity as he can muster (which he doesn’t have very much of, if at all.) Seokjin is kind enough not to mention anything, but the shit-eating grin on his face is enough to make Yoongi bristle.

They exit the parking lot, looking to the world like the sun and moon had turned human for the day. Min Yoongi, with his all-black attire and gaunt appearance, is heavily juxtaposed with the man who appears to have been vomited on by a rainbow. They walk side-by-side together, accustomed to the stares that often come their way when they go out in public.

“I just can’t believe we’re doing this,” Yoongi moans for the umpteenth time, his movements stilted like a robot. His footsteps look heavily disjointed like his knees were beginning to rust. His arms swing like a pendulum, adding to the unnaturalness of his motions. Basically, he looks like a fucking idiot.

“Who are you calling an idiot?” Yoongi snaps. Seokjin startles a bit, realizing belatedly that he’d said that out loud. Not that he cares. Yoongi continues, “I’m not the one wearing a fucking cardboard sign that looks like a toddler made it with macaroni and glitter!”

“Hey, Taehyung told me it looked good,” Seokjin sniffs, fingering the macaroni pieces dejectedly. “I don’t need to hear an opinion from a Music major.”

“Shut up, Business major. No one likes you fucking snakes,” Yoongi retorts, crossing his arms. “Your definition of fun is going on LinkedIn and using Excel sheets.”

Distracted by their own quarrel, neither of them notice the sound of the large clock in the middle of campus that chimes every hour, signaling that it was already 5 PM. A few minutes later, hoards of students begin to leave university for the day, the walkways beginning to fill with people as they head home. Amidst the chattering and bustling of everyone trying to get out of the crowd, it is hard to notice that you are also one of the hundreds of people finishing your last class of the day.

But Yoongi notices, as he always does. Call it Y/N intuition, or whatever. “There,” Yoongi points you out over dozens of heads. Seokjin can hardly spot you, but he trusts Yoongi’s weird Y/N-dar to find you without fail. People have begun to notice the two of them, most of whom were whispering excitedly when they notice that Seokjin is in his work attire.

“Oh my god, someone’s getting a hug-o-gram! I wonder who…”

“Have you ever ordered one? I got one for my current girlfriend last month and that’s how we got together.”

“I’ve always wanted to send one, but the prices are insane! Fuck them business students and their capitalist ways.”

“Screw sending a hug to someone else! I wanna order a hug for me. Kim Seokjin is a hot piece of ass.”

(Yoongi swears the last comment had sounded eerily like Seokjin himself, but the older boy’s mouth hadn’t moved in the last minute.)

“Alright, Yoongi. Here’s the plan,” Seokjin leans closer to Yoongi, stage whispering into his ear. Everyone within a six-foot radius is eagerly eavesdropping, not even bothering to pretend that they aren’t. It’s common knowledge that Seokjin basks in their attention, anyway. Yoongi rolls his eyes, urging him to get it over with.

“Y/N is over there, right? Well, I have to send a hug to this guy named Mark Lee too, who just so happens to be over there,” Seokjin points behind them, in the opposite direction of where Y/N was heading, “so here’s my proposition. You go over to Y/N and deliver the hug for me, while I go catch up to Mark so that we can kill one bird with two stones!”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi wheezes, pushing Seokjin away from him. His eyes bug out. “Are you insane? I am not doing that. And the phrase is ‘killing two birds with one stone,’ you fucking idiot.”

“Same shit, Shakespeare! Who cares about numbers!” Seokjin exclaims, exasperated. “Listen, would you rather you hug Mark and I hug Y/N?”

“I would much rather prefer that I stick my whole fist up your anus,” Yoongi seethes.

“Interesting proposition, but maybe for a later time,” Seokjin says, not missing a beat. “Listen, dude. The longer we prolong this little bitchfest you have going on, the farther away Y/N is gonna get. You know I will stop at nothing to deliver her hug anyway, so would you rather you miss your chance right now when I am so magnanimously offering you a shot at getting closer to your crush?”

Even though Yoongi feels like his insides were slowly turning into mashed potatoes, he knows that he had already made a decision long before they left the house. Seokjin is right; this is a good opportunity for him, whether he is willing to admit it out loud. Perhaps it is just because it is Seokjin of all people who is egging him on that preprogrammed him into thinking that this was a bad idea. In all seriousness, it was just a hug, nothing fancy. It isn’t like Yoongi was going to have to kiss you––

(His heart contracts and Yoongi wonders if he’s having a stroke. The thought of your soft lips connecting with his is enough to cause the wind to knock out of his chest. God, Yoongi is so screwed.)

“Why must I always feel as though I am a snail and God is personally salting me,” Yoongi groans, stepping away from Seokjin and heading your way. Behind him, Seokjin hollers in what he assumes is friendly support, but it only further antagonizes Yoongi. The absolute buffoon waves enthusiastically from behind him, a beaming grin almost ready to split his face in two. Yoongi flips him off without looking back.

God fucking dammit. The closer that Yoongi is to approaching you, the stronger the urge to just evaporate like ice cream on hot concrete becomes. He can feel himself perspiring from every corner of his body and he just hopes that his black attire will do well to mask the slimy creature that he is underneath his clothing.

This is all Seokjin’s fault, Yoongi reminds himself. If he hadn’t started this stupid hugging service in the first place, then no one would have ordered a hug for you in the first place. Then Yoongi wouldn’t have to be in this stupid predicament either!

But you could’ve ordered a hug for her if you wanted to, says the annoying part of his brain – the same part that’s always been a little bit too hopeful for Yoongi’s liking. The whispers continue, And she wouldn’t even know it would be you! But more importantly…

“Seokjin wouldn’t know either,” Yoongi huffs irritably because he knows it’s true. The biggest thing stopping him from ever making a move on you, other than his debilitating fear of rejection and heartbreak, is the fact that he’d rather explode into spores than for Seokjin to find out that he’d used his “genius” business idea to get the girl of his dreams.

He’s afraid that one day, Seokjin would magically develop telepathic powers (a fear that Yoongi feels that the majority of the human population should also share) and find out that Yoongi doesn’t actually think his hug-o-gram service is dumb. It’s actually really cute, and Yoongi hates to admit that the success rate of his service is nearly perfect in terms of getting couples together.

But Yoongi is a strong (read: stubborn) man; he’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin the satisfaction of seeing his business work out for his seemingly hopeless case. Which brings him to the present–

You’re standing by the entrance of the Sciences building. You are dressed nicely as always; Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in anything remotely slobby, not even a pair of sweats like any regular uni student. You always look a little bit business proper: the epitome of someone who should be on the student council.

You’re speaking to someone, a younger male student by the looks of it. The hairs on Yoongi’s neck stand at attention and, God forbid, did he just fucking growl? Did he make that sound? By the looks of the students carefully navigating their way around him, Yoongi surmises that he did make that sound. Geez, is he some sort of animal? Is he going to turn into those feral stan accounts on Twitter that salivate over their K-pop boys like it’s their job? He hopes not.

But what if that’s the kid who sent the hug–

Yoongi shuts up his brain before he can let it finish. No, he can’t let himself go down that path. It’ll only cause him to self-combust right then and there, and he isn’t exactly keen on letting you see his entrails anytime soon. That would be the least cool thing to do, he decides. And so, with his brain turned off, he walks over to you, arms swinging robotically by his sides as he forces himself closer.

“Oh thank you so much, Y/N! You’ve been a real help to our club, you know?” The boy (Yoongi can’t believe they’re letting toddlers into university these days!) says, his eyes glittering with an ambition that still hasn’t been killed by the all-consuming dread that comes with university.

You laugh lightly, the sound causing butterflies to flutter excitedly in Yoongi’s chest. “No worries, Soobin. I’m glad I could be of help. If the editorial board needs any more help, don’t be shy to shoot me a message, alright?”

Soobin nods enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down so quickly that Yoongi was afraid his neck would snap. “No worries, Y/N! Have a good rest of your week!” He waves a cheery goodbye, springing away with his numerous anime keychains on his backpack jingling softly in his wake.

“What a cute kid,” you sigh. You look incredibly fond, and Yoongi hates the bitter coil swimming in the pit of his stomach. That feeling soon fizzles out when you finally turn to face Yoongi. Your eyebrows shoot up, but your expression quickly morphs into one of pleasant surprise. Yoongi’s heart stops for just a moment, feet turning cold. “Yoongi! Oh my goodness, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you! How’s it going?”

Let’s play a game, shall we? How many of Yoongi’s nervous ticks can you spot within the next five minutes? Think of this as the easiest game of Where’s Waldo ever!

“Hnng,” Yoongi stammers, his hand immediately going to scratch the back of his neck. His cheeks pinken, pupils shaking in every different direction as they try to focus on anything but you. It always feels like he’s standing way too close to the sun when he’s around you, hardly able to keep his gaze focused on you. He chooses to stare resolutely at your chin, but even your fucking chin was impossibly cute.

Seriously? Yoongi is a walking shitshow! His inner voice comes back, but this time it sounds uncannily like his roommate. Come on, buddy. Just say hi… You know, like a normal person. “H… Hey, Y/N.”

Success count: 1 point for the Yogurt Machine!

Even though Yoongi felt like he was living his worst nightmare, you still looked every bit like his favorite daydream. You are all smiles, seemingly unperturbed by Yoongi’s slow, embarrassing demise. “It’s so good to see you! Midterms haven’t been too hard on you, I hope?”

“I’ve been better,” he says. Better now that you’re here, he leaves unsaid. God, can you imagine if he said that out loud?

Your mouth drops open, soft cherry blossoms blooming across your cheeks. “Um, what did you say?” you squeak, embarrassed. But certainly not as embarrassed as the boy in front of you.

Yoongi stops breathing. He did not say that aloud, had he? Judging by the awkward silence stretching between the two of you, the signs are pointing to: yes. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygo–– “Er, what I mean to say is,” Yoongi stutters through his sentence, his entire body flushing fire engine red like it’s nobody’s business. He must look like Satan’s spanked ass right now. “I… I’m here to deliver a hug!”

Confusion quickly replaces the shock on your face. You tilt your head, brows scrunching up cutely. “A hug?” you ask.

“R-right,” Yoongi says, waving his arms around because he has nothing else better to do. He gestures vaguely in the opposite direction, where Seokjin had left to find his other clients. “I’m, uhh… Helping my roommate. Have you heard of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram service?”

“Oh, yeah!” You hop excitedly in place, looking to all the world like the cutest thing in the universe. Yoongi thinks you should be classified as a public hazard, what with how you’re somehow able to give him diabetes just from standing next to him. “I totally heard about that! I’ve always wanted to send a hug, but I’ve always been a little shy.”

That piques Yoongi’s interest immediately. You wanted to send a hug? But to who? He unconsciously clenches his jaw, and he can feel a vein pop up near his neck. He forces himself to smile, but he knows it probably looks more like a grimace. “Oh really? That’s… I didn’t know you had a crush on somebody.”

Yoongi is too busy wallowing in his own self-pity puddle that he misses the way you gaze shyly up at him through your eyelashes, your hands clasped behind your back. “Y-yea… I don’t really go around telling it to just anybody,” you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. You clear your throat. “So, are you here to deliver a hug or something?”

Nothing gets past you, huh? Yoongi swallows thickly as he twiddles his thumbs. He still can’t bear to look at you head-on, afraid that his emotions would be too obvious if he did. (Who is he kidding… He knows he’s fucking obvious, and yet you never seem to get the picture!) “Yea, I am. I’m here to deliver one to you, actually.”

He doesn’t get to see your reaction, but he does notice the way your entire body stiffens. His mind immediately starts to run a minute, trying to guess why you’d suddenly gone stock still.

Did you know who your secret admirer was already? Or perhaps, were you just thoroughly shocked to receive one at all? That can’t be it… You’re the campus sweetheart! Surely it’s much weirder that it has taken eons for you to get your first hug… Or perhaps, are you so disgusted by the thought of him delivering the hug? Oh my god, what if you didn’t want him to hug you? Shit, this entire thing is a terrible idea! How did Seokjin ever convince him to do this stupid shit and get his heartbroken in the process? He swears he’s going to shove ten firecrackers up his ass the next time he sees him––

“Um, Yoongi?” You’re staring worriedly at him, your hand semi-raised as if you were about to wave in front of him. Did you say something? He must look like a fucking prick to you! He shakes his head, trying desperately to get his mind back into his body. Why must he be cursed with inner monologue disease? What is he, some sort of shoujo manga male protagonist?

“Sorry about that. I’ve been a little spacey these days,” he laughs, but even he can hear the panic laced in his voice. He sounds just on the edge of being hysterical. “Ahaha… What were you saying?”

“I was just… shocked?” You giggle softly, making Yoongi cry internally. You smirk, mischief glittering in your eyes. “I just never imagined you’d be the type to… I don’t know…”

“Willingly hug people for the sake of capitalism? I feel you,” Yoongi snorts, forgetting for a moment who he’s talking to. “Believe me, I’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin to use me for his stupid business venture.”

“Then why are you delivering a hug to me now?” you ask, still smiling.

“Hnng,” Yoongi’s tongue feels like it’s grown two sizes all of a sudden. He wheezes, choking on his own spit as he’s caught off guard by your question. “W-well, I––”

“Just being a good friend, I’m guessing?” You’re full-on giggling now, barely trying to hide your mirth behind your hands. Yoongi understands now; you’re teasing him. He hates how amused you are by his awkwardness, but he loves the way your entire expression lights up, like you’re enjoying yourself by being with him.

“Let’s go with that,” Yoongi mumbles, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. He has his head bowed, hoping that his unruly fringe can finally come in handy and hide the disastrous blush encompassing his face. “Right… I’ll just, umm…”

“Am I getting my hug today, or am I gonna have to take a rain check?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder in an attempt to help him shake off the awkward tension. It has the opposite intended effect, as Yoongi’s breath hitches imperceptibly at your proximity. You had taken a step closer, and Yoongi could smell the sweet perfume you always seemed to be wearing. Please don’t pop a boner right now. That would be super fucking creepy.

“You’re…” Yoongi hesitates, arms uselessly immobile by his sides. He doesn’t know if he can even get them to move at this point, as he has lost all motor skills the moment you had focused all your attention on him. It’s a miracle that his heart remembers to beat every so often. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go for it, okay?”

You nod, hands tucked neatly behind your back. “No need to be scared, Yoongi. I don’t bite,” you joke.

God, if you only knew about the dreams I’ve had of you. Yoongi hopes to all the deities from up above that he had not said that aloud, but you don’t seem to be disgusted, so he can only assume that his traitorous brain had disconnected with his mouth for the time being.

He shuffles closer to you, the warmth of your body closing in as he makes the grueling effort to lift his arms up to gently wrap themselves around you, but before he can even fully hug you––

You’re quick to reciprocate. With a small laugh, you wrap your own arms around his torso, nuzzling into his chest with more force than Yoongi was expecting. He lets out a soft wheeze, mouth dropping open when he is assaulted by the smell of your fruity shampoo. His hands hover awkwardly above you, still unsure of where it’s okay to touch you without weirding you out.

You tilt your face up, eyes crinkling cutely by the sheer force of your grin. Both of your faces are only centimeters away from each other, and Yoongi could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired. His breathing stills as he becomes positively mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of him. He doesn’t even hear the sound of phone camera shutters around him, as he is much too deeply focused on nothing but you, you, you.

“Hey, don’t half-ass your hug! Gimme a good ol’ bear hug!” you whine, nudging his elbows gently to get them to move. Snapped out of his reverie, Yoongi mechanically does as you say, his head completely empty of thoughts. He wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders, his wrist knocking slightly against the back of your head until you’re back to snuggling deep into his chest.

“Your laundry detergent smells nice,” you say, slightly muffled by his shirt. Yoongi lets out a breathy laugh, mostly out of disbelief more than anything. He can’t even begin to process anything right now; he feels like he’s reverted back into a single-celled organism.

“Thanks?” Yoongi squeaks, but you don’t seem to mind his awkward attempts at being a Normal Person™️. You crane your neck upwards so that you’re looking him directly in the eye. There’s a twinkle of mischief there, like you’re enjoying Yoongi’s flushed face a little too much. He honestly feels like he’s seconds away from exploding into tiny bite-sized pieces, and he fears that if you snuggle deeper into his chest, he might just do exactly that.

“So… Are we just supposed to hug for another ten minutes, or am I allowed to let go?”

Yoongi doesn’t even realize how long it’s been. You could’ve been hugging him for ten hours and he wouldn’t have known. Yoongi jerks away from you, nearly vaulting himself across campus by how quickly he lets you go. Thankfully, you don’t appear offended––you were more amused than anything. Yoongi has no idea how red he is right now; he feels like he could be blowing steam out of his ears, astounding anatomists everywhere by his peculiar talent.

“I just have to–” Yoongi pats his back pockets for his phone, clumsily pulling it out and looking for his text messages, “–read this message from your, um, secret admirer and then we’ll be good to go.”

“Great.” You nod at him enthusiastically. “Whenever you’re ready, Yoonie.”

Yoongi’s breath hitches right then, caught off guard by the nickname. Only you ever called him that, and it never fails to make Yoongi’s insides feel like molten lava every time you say it. “I… Yeah, here goes,” Yoongi mutters, trying his best to remember how to speak.

He recites the message with as much enthusiasm as he can manage, which is to say, not very much. He could probably read the phonebook with more zeal, but it’s hard to give it his all when the words feel like acid in his throat. He’s unconsciously clenching his jaw as he speaks, looking like a constipated gorilla. “...so, if you’re single and ready to #mingle, then––” Yoongi stops mid-sentence, staring resolutely at his phone screen with a grimace.

You blink confusedly. “Then?”

“Then nothing,” Yoongi finishes, pocketing his phone without an inch of remorse. “I don’t know what was up with that message, but somehow the letter got cut short. Sorry about that.”

“Huh, strange.” You shrug your shoulders, not bothering to question him.

Yoongi fist bumps himself mentally, though other people might disagree and say that he doesn’t deserve any type of congratulations, to which Yoongi says a big “fuck you!” to those imaginary haters. In the wise words of Kim Seokjin himself, “not everyone is worthy to receive your fucks, so it’s time to stop giving them.” (Kim, 2020)

“Well, that was fun! Thanks for delivering the hug to me, Yoonie,” you pinch Yoongi’s cheek, giggling when they turn even redder. “I’ll see you around, I guess? Don’t let those midterms kill ya!” You wave cheerily at him, walking past him and heading towards the bus stops. Yoongi stands frozen in place, the events of the last few minutes finally catching up to him and frying his brain beyond repair.

Oh my god, he fucking hugged you! Like, a good and genuine hug! You felt so warm and so soft and you smelled really good and it was more than he could ever imagine and just––

Yoongi’s brain is trying (and failing) to desperately parse the delayed barrage of information as it comes, but it’s hard for the little hamster running circles in his head when it has never had to run a day in its life. Yoongi’s body feels like it’s overheating even though the weather is nearing the start of winter, but that’s all thanks to you and the devastating effect you have on him.

In short, Yoongi machine has broken, and any sort of maintenance is going to be hard to come by at the moment.

Yoongi could have been standing in front of the Science building for an entire year and he wouldn’t have budged until a tornado in the form of Kim Seokjin arrived to knock him out of his brain dead state. Whistling lowly, the elder stops in front of the rigid mass of meat, an eyebrow quirked in exasperation. “Dude, nice rigor mortis cosplay. Like, yes girl, give us nothing!” he exclaims, slapping Yoongi back to consciousness.

Yoongi blinks rapidly, dazed like he’s woken up from a dream. “What? What’s happening?” he replies dumbly.

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yoongi. Did you finish delivering Y/N’s hug or what? I finished all my deliveries in the same time you had with Y/N, so I better hope to God you aren’t planning on applying to be an employee of mine, because you certainly have a long way to go before––”

“I hugged her,” Yoongi interrupts, eyes going glassy once more. His mouth is agape, and Seokjin can see a pool of saliva forming, ready to runneth over. He could see the rusted gears turning inside his dongsaeng’s head. “Oh my god, hyung. I fucking hugged her.”

“Yeah, and I hugged Taehyung Kim and felt his gigantic dick press into my stomach. You aren’t special,” Seokjin snorts, clasping Yoongi by the bicep. He drags him away, leading them to their parked car. “C’mon, Dampé. I’m tired and I wanna eat popcorn again.”

As they walk back to the parking lot, the campus roads are a lot less populated now that most students have gone home. Yoongi only then realizes how late it truly is and he vaguely wonders how long he had been stuck standing there before Seokjin had come to drag him back home. The sun has begun its daily descent, filling the courtyard with a warm glow and causing their shadows to grow longer as they trudge quietly to their car.

The campus is quiet enough that both of them hear the quiet buzz of Seokjin’s phone, despite him putting it on silent mode before he had gone on his hugging deliveries. He stops mid-step, causing Yoongi to bump his nose into his wide back. He yelps, shoving Seokjin forward in irritation.

“Why’d you fucking stop, you asshole?” Yoongi whines, his normal annoying personality resurfacing now that he’s begun to recover from your hug. He peers over Seokjin’s behemoth shoulders, squinting at his phone screen. “What? Another hug delivery?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow since I think she’s gone home for the day,” Seokjin says, his tone sounding slightly too delighted for comfort. “In fact, I know she’s gone home already.”

Yoongi stills, changing his focus onto the elder’s expression. He looks… too eager to receive a simple hug-o-gram request. A shiver shoots through Yoongi’s spine when he realizes how nefariously bastardous Seokjin’s smile has grown, the tips of his smirk curling upwards like a villain from a classic Disney animation.

“What?” Yoongi glares acidly at Seokjin, but the elder is unaffected. In fact, he seems to grow more pleased the more aggravated Yoongi becomes. “Spit it out! What’s got your prostate tickled?”

“Oh, nothing,” Seokjin singsongs, shoving his phone down the front of his pants, exactly where he knows Yoongi would never touch. “Just got an interesting new regular customer, is all.”

“A new regular?” Yoongi’s pitch heightens, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling in alarm (like a cat.) “Is it… Another request for… You know who?”

“I wasn’t aware Voldemort went to our university,” Seokjin teases, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s distress. “Though, if you’re talking about Y/N, then the answer is not not not no.”

“Two double negatives.” Anyone could hear the audible soft rattling of his two brain cells exerting themselves as Yoongi deciphers his answer. “That means…”

Yoongi stares pointedly at Seokjin’s crotch, where the outline of his phone is glaringly obvious. “Show me,” Yoongi growls, not making a move to actually touch Seokjin’s nether regions.

Seokjin shrugs his shoulders. “No one’s stopping you from taking my phone though?”

“Hyung!”

“Buy me bubble tea first, then we’ll talk.”

“Fine,” Yoongi acquiesces, folding his arms in annoyance. “Just tell me. Is it really the same guy who requested the hug for Y/N today as well?”

Seokjin fiddles around for his phone, digging deeper when it nearly drops down the leg of his pants. When he pulls it out and swipes to his e-mails, he confirms Yoongi’s fear. “Yep. And it seems like he saw you deliver the hug today. Says that he’d prefer that I deliver the hug next time,” Seokjin smirks, enjoying the deep-set frown on Yoongi’s face.

When Seokjin takes a closer look at the order, however, he notices something a little off. “Hold on a sec,” he scrolls to the receipt, scowling when he sees the incorrect amount. “Well, you might be in luck, Yoongi-chi. Looks like loverboy sent the wrong payment. He’s a few dollars short.”

“What?” Yoongi says, for what feels like the tenth time in this entire fic. He grabs Seokjin’s phone, no longer repulsed by where it had been only a few minutes prior. Like Seokjin said, the customer had given the wrong amount, much to both their confusion.

“That’s weird, considering he just ordered a hug today,” Seokjin murmurs, shaking his head. “Oh well. Happens to the best of us. Guess I’ll just have to refund the poor sap.”

“Wait,” Yoongi presses the phone to his chest, preventing Seokjin from taking it. His hyung raises a brow.

“What is it?”

“What if I just… pay you the remaining amount? Then I can also deliver the hug to her and, uhh...” Yoongi mumbles the remaining part, but Seokjin has trained his ears to catch every whisper and mutter for moments just like this. He wouldn’t be where he is today if he didn’t perfect his eavesdropping skills to a spy’s degree. That’s right––Seokjin is a sloppy and nosey bitch and he’s not afraid to admit it!

“Oh? Do my ears deceive me?” Seokjin guffaws, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks for good measure. He hisses in response, but Seokjin isn’t afraid of some little kitten. Seokjin is a bigger bitch with a meaner bite. “Is my little Yoongi Woongi seriously offering to deliver another hug to Miss Y/N? How magnanimous of you.”

Yoongi stares at him, stunned for a moment. A few seconds pass before he shakes his head, faux disdain coloring his expression. “That’s right,” Yoongi huffs, detaching himself from Seokjin’s meaty claws. He keeps his gaze averted, like the big stupid tsundere that he is. “I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart! I care about your profits, and I want to make your workload a little lighter! Isn’t that what you want?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Seokjin snickers, poking Yoongi in the tit. He swivels away, skipping merrily away to their parked car. “I’m expecting that cash in my Paypal by the time I get to the car, or else the deal is off. Make it snappy, loverboy!”

Yoongi had never transferred cash to someone so quickly in his life.

(Yes, not even when the food court on campus was doing a BOGO promo for churros. That’s the extent of how whipped his ass is, period.)

x x x x x

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

“Listen, I’m seriously not forcing you to do this,” Seokjin starts, even though he’s giving his utmost effort to further embarrass Yoongi by handing out flyers about Hug-o-gram’s newest employee. “Please, take one!” he cajoles, offering a flyer to a gaggle of giggling freshmen. “Make sure to reserve a hug within the week! Yoongi-chi over here is on his way to becoming employee of the month if he gets ten requests by Friday!” They all point and whisper at Yoongi, and he swears he hears one of them wolf whistle in admiration.

“That’s what makes this entire thing terrible. I’m doing this on my own volition, and I absolutely abhor myself for it,” Yoongi moans, grabbing Seokjin’s stack of flyers and smacking himself in the head with them. It probably would’ve hurt more when Seokjin still had a full-stack, but people had swarmed them the moment they entered the heart of the campus, everyone curious to see Yoongi in his interesting attire.

Seokjin might have been famous for creating the Hug-o-gram Service, but Yoongi was famous for hating the business idea, so it’s easy to understand why everyone was interested. (For good reason, he thinks darkly to himself.)

“Damn, Yoongi-chi. Looks like you’re trending on the campus Reddit page,” Seokjin laughs, wheezing even harder when Yoongi points him with a murderous glare. “What? Like you said, this was all your idea.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t ask to wear… whatever this is!” Yoongi whines, tugging on the string around his neck. The cardboard sign had been ready and prepared the moment they arrived home the other day, arousing Yoongi’s suspicions on Seokjin’s actual involvement in his current predicament. Those suspicions are put in the backburner for now, however, as Yoongi actually feels like he might die of embarrassment instead of the packets of MSG coursing through his veins from the ten ramen packs he ate this morning. Maybe both will kill him, if he’s lucky.

“Well, I would love to lend you my uniform, but I haven’t gotten a t-shirt printed with your face on it yet, so you’ll have to deal with the kitten ears and cardboard sign for now,” Seokjin says, patting him on the back. “Or, would you rather I have you wear a shirt with my face on it? I’m open to suggestions.”

“I’d rather swallow a Tide pod, thanks,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth. “C’mon, let’s move. We’ve been standing in the middle of campus like street clowns for long enough. We need to find Y/N because her class is about to end.”

“Street clowns, huh? I guess you are only missing the make-up to complete the look, especially since you seem adamant to keep honking your way through that sickening crush of yours.” Seokjin nearly catches a punch to the head, but his superior reaction time saves him from Yoongi’s sorely lacking physicality. He snatches Yoongi by the hand, dragging them towards your lecture hall. “C’mon, clown! Let’s honk this bread!”

As the two of them get closer to where you are, Yoongi’s heartbeat begins to accelerate. He wonders idly if he should see a doctor after all this, hoping that he hadn’t actually contracted heart disease due to all this stress. Lord forbid that he meet his end before he even gets to ask you out or something!

Even though he’s already hugged you once (and it was, by far, the most euphoric experience of his sad, miserable life), he still finds himself getting clammy hands at the thought of seeing you again. Nevermind the fact that he looked like a walking circus with his get-up… No, Yoongi refuses to think about it anymore, lest his last remaining brain wrinkle irreversibly smoothens.

The campus clock rings loudly, signaling the end of another block of classes. Students rush out of the buildings, with you being one of the first ones out for a change. When Yoongi spots your head of hair among the crowd, he doesn’t immediately notice what you’re wearing at first. In fact, it’s Seokjin who stops in his tracks for a moment, surprised by how you look.

“Woah, Y/N! Looking good,” Seokjin greets, rushing past Yoongi to envelop you in a hug. (A platonic hug, Yoongi reminds himself. Because unlike Yoongi, Seokjin is a normal human being who can give hugs to anyone he wants because he’s… fucking Seokjin! Lucky bastard that he is.)

“Woah!” You laugh, surprised by the sudden hug. You pat him on the back giddily, allowing him to swing you around a little. “What’s this all about? Am I getting a hug-o-gram again?”

“Yes, you are. But not from me,” Seokjin detaches himself from you, scooting away to point at Yoongi. When Seokjin moves away, Yoongi finally understands why his hyung had said you looked good. No, that was an understatement––you looked [redacted].

(For the sake of the author’s fragile ash-coated heart, she has chosen to redact Yoongi’s exact words to protect herself from slamming her head against a keyboard from how cheesy this fic is becoming. Let’s just say the word starts with a B and ends with an L. Make of that as you will.)

You must have come out of an interview or presentation of sorts because you were dressed more nicely than you usually do, which is a pretty big deal considering how put together you always looked. Your hair is styled nicely, obviously given much more care and effort than your regular appearance. You’re wearing a cute little black dress, long enough to be professional but short enough to give Yoongi breathing problems.

If Yoongi’s brain had a playlist, it would be nothing but the sound of him going HNNNNNNNNNG on repeat.

“Oh geez.” Yoongi curses lowly, smiling through the pain. This is fine, he thinks, even though it is clearly not fine. Yoongi has always been a terrible liar.

“Yoongi?” You sound incredulous, though that’s honestly a win in Yoongi’s book considering everything. You didn’t look disgusted, so that’s great. “You look…” You stop yourself, covering your mouth to hide your grin but your amusement is palpable. At least he made you laugh, he supposes.

“Like a fucking idiot? You said it,” Yoongi snorts, arms crossed defiantly. He’s trying to look intimidating, but with his cheeks puffed up and these abominable kitten ears on his head, he looks more like a grumpy cat throwing a tantrum. He juts a thumb at Seokjin, “Thank this himbo for the outfit. I definitely would have chosen something more… inconspicuous.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” You quip, still trying to mask your giggles. On the other hand, Seokjin was wheezing like a hyena, his phone pulled out and presumably filming Yoongi to add to his cringe compilation.

“Exactly what I said!” Seokjin says through his laughter, tears of mirth streaming down his face. He walks back to Yoongi, pushing him forward until he’s face to face with you. “Go on, then! We haven’t got all day!”

“I’m assuming you’re officially part of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram business now?” you ask, opening your arms wide to accept his hug. Like the beta male that he is, Yoongi has to be the one to follow in your footsteps, meekly coming closer to wrap you in an embrace.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yoongi mutters, tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He feels you vibrate with laughter, bringing a small smile on his own face. He likes making you laugh, always has.

With the cardboard sign serving as a barrier between the two of you, he isn’t as fearful of you feeling the erratic beat of his heart, though it wouldn’t be hard to guess if you looked at him. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your hug rather than just panic through the entire ordeal like yesterday.

Soon enough, you’re detaching yourself from him, still standing close. Your arm is just a hair’s breadth away, and if not for Seokjin enthusiastically videotaping this entire experience, Yoongi might have closed in for another hug if he could manage.

“It’s always nice to get a hug from someone you like, huh?” You say, cheeks tinted a rosy color. The true meaning of your words flies over Yoongi’s head, as his feeble mind chooses to focus on your comment a little differently.

“I––Of course I like you! We’re friends, aren’t we?” Yoongi laughs nervously, unaware that he’s slowly digging himself into a ditch. To the side, Seokjin audibly slaps a hand to his face, body shivering with secondhand embarrassment from being blasted by the full force of how idiotic his friend actually is.

Yoongi sees you deflate a little, further confusing him. “Yeah, you’re right I guess…” You sigh, taking a step backward dejectedly. Yoongi flounders a little, unsure how he managed to fuck up in just a few seconds when you had just hugged him like your life depended on it.

Choosing now to interfere before the going gets rough, Seokjin steps in between and slings an arm around both of you. Yoongi groans under the weight of his arm, glaring when he notices that Seokjin had done it on purpose, but only to him. You don’t look too bothered by his rude gesture, albeit you were more befuddled than before.

“Hey, Y/N! I don’t know if you’ve ever ordered a hug-o-gram before, but I’m doing a special this week! Now that Yoongi-chi has so kindly joined the team,” Seokjin gives him a pointed look, to which the black-haired music major sticks his tongue out petulantly, “we’re doing a little promotion for first-time customers! Would you be interested in ordering one?”

Your eyes widen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “M-me? Ordering a hug-o-gram? Well, I…” you hesitate, sending a small glance at Yoongi before looking away in embarrassment. “I would like to, but I don’t know if it’ll be well received, you see…”

Seokjin grumbles, silently cursing the stupid shithead who caused his own demise in the first place. The worst part is that he had no idea that he totally just friendzoned you! YOU! Someone who was literally leagues ahead of him. He sincerely has no idea what you see in this bumbling idiot, but everyone with a brain knows that you have been crushing on him for as long as he’s been crushing on you, so perhaps you’re a little bit of an idiot yourself for liking him back.

Being friends with the two of you makes him feel like he’s constantly wearing a sloppy wet diaper, and he hates it. He wants to wipe his ass as soon as possible!

Seokjin shoves Yoongi away roughly, ignoring his indignant squawks as he pulls you aside. He takes you by the hand, taking you a few steps away from Yoongi, far enough that he can whisper into your ear without the other boy hearing.

Yoongi fumes from the sidelines, trying to keep his emotions in check even though he’s bursting at the seams with jealousy. Not for the first time, Yoongi irritably realizes that he does act like a cat, especially in moments like this. He might make fun of Seokjin for being an attention whore, but Yoongi is the same, if only at a smaller scale. He just wants you to look at him, as selfish as that sounds.

Can someone give him a break? He’s been holding in his crush for four years now… Imagine having to take a massive shit after drinking two gallons of milk while being lactose intolerant, except every time you line up for the washroom, the line gets increasingly long no matter how long you wait. That is the extent of his suffering, he tells himself. So please, excuse his dramatics for this one instance.

(Seokjin’s Note: This fucking jackass is SO stupid. If he only knew how easy it is to ask you out, he would know that his emotional constipation could be solved if he just fucking ASKED where the next washroom is. He could have relieved himself ages ago, but NO! And he calls me the idiot! Me! The utter betrayal! I’m never agreeing to become the second lead to a rom-com ever again!)

When Seokjin finishes whispering in your ears, you appear amused by what he had said. Yoongi sweats when you turn to face him, grinning slyly at him. “Is that so…” you wonder aloud. Yoongi feels like the world has shifted on its axis somewhat, though he still doesn’t know exactly how. He has a hunch that he’s going to find out soon enough.

“Would I ever lie to you?” Seokjin laughs that annoying laugh of his, slapping his thigh in the process. He straightens up almost immediately, his expression turning deadpan in an instant. “Send me the details by tonight, and I’ll make sure to deliver it, okay?”

“Promise?” You ask, holding a pinky up towards him. Yoongi might have let out a high pitched sob when he sees the gesture, wanting nothing more than to cup your hands in his. God, if he already nearly died from hugging you, who is to say Yoongi won’t immediately disintegrate if you were ever to hold his hand?

“Promise,” Seokjin replies, linking his pinky with yours. He doesn’t forget to point a shit-eating grin at Yoongi, for good measure.

You pull away, looking happier than you did moments prior. You were absolutely glowing, filling Yoongi with a warmth that only you ever knew how to provide. He wants to make you smile like that all the time, wants nothing more than for you to live beside him, filling his walls with the sound of your tinkling laughter. You wave cheerily at the both of them, stepping away to head home. “I guess I’ll see you, then? I’ll make sure to e-mail you my request, Seokjin!” you say, winking teasingly. “Bye to you too, Yoongi! Thanks for the hug!”

Yoongi watches as you walk further and further away as the usual melancholy that follows whenever you leave soon takes its place in his soul. It might be his imagination, but Yoongi thinks the cat ears on his head might have started to droop to match his mood.

The only way he knows how to replace the sadness, however, is by redirecting those emotions on an unsuspecting victim. Lucky for him, a willing volunteer is already within punching distance.

“Ow! Stop punching me, you gremlin!” Seokjin whines, blocking Yoongi’s series of punches like a pro. He might as well put ‘professional punching bag’ on his resume at this point. “I’m trying to help you, you useless beta male!”

“How is this helping! You made me wear cat ears and whispered blasphemies into Y/N’s ears! Now she’s going to order a hug-o-gram for her crush and it’ll be the end of my chances with her! How could you!”

“I was not whispering blasphemies, you twittering tit! I was giving her advice,” Seokjin sniffs, annoyed. “Don’t say I never help you, by the way. I’ve been trying to help you for years now.”

Yoongi hits him with a steely glare. “Really? So replacing all my clothes in my closet with clown attire is your version of help? I had to wear those stupid clown shoes for a week before you told me where you hid my clothes, jackass!”

“I was only trying to help you physically express yourself! You’re already a clown on paper, might as well help you achieve your final form!” Seokjin huffs, infuriatingly haughty. “Listen, believe me. I only told Y/N something that everyone already knows anyway, so just shut your trap and let Daddy handle the rest. You’re not going to lose her, I promise.”

“Please never refer to yourself as Daddy ever again,” Yoongi seethes, stalking off towards their car. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

“No talk, Yoobie angy…” Seokjin snickers to himself, following Yoongi with a spring in his step. This bastard is going to grovel at his feet by tomorrow evening, he’s sure of it. If he doesn’t, then Seokjin will bite his own dick in half––that’s how sure he is of his plan! (Not that biting his dick in half will do anything to his length; he’d still be left with eight inches, let’s be real.) All in good time.

x x x x x

Seokjin gets an e-mail the next morning, much earlier than any sane person would choose to be awake at. He groans lowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tries to read the contents of the letter. When he’s satisfied by what he has read, he forwards the e-mail to Yoongi before allowing sleep to take him once more.

Sleep evades him, however, when the sound of Yoongi’s big feet pounds noisily outside his bedroom. He hits his knee loudly against the coffee table, causing their beloved popcorn machine to tumble to the floor, but that is of little consequence to Yoongi right now. No, he needs to get into Seokjin’s room right now and scream––

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Yoongi hollers, slamming Seokjin’s door open. The hinges creak, desperately hanging on despite the impact. Yoongi proceeds to slam a fist upon Seokjin’s ass, who barely flinches due to the fatness of his ass cushioning most of the damage. He blinks blearily at Yoongi, but the smirk on his face is clear as day.

“Came to claim your hug so early in the morning? Well, I usually don’t entertain clients until after I’ve taken a shower, but for you… I’ll make an exception,” he yawns, peeling back his blanket and patting the empty spot on his bed. “Come on in, Yoobie Boobie… Let’s hug like it’s the last day on earth.”

Seokjin fails to realize that once he removed his blanket, he had inadvertently left himself vulnerable. Yoongi slams the heel of his foot against Seokjin’s groin, causing him to shriek bloody murder at 7 AM. He wonders, amidst his pain, whether this might be the last straw and that their landlord will finally kick them out after years of their stupid shenanigans.

“WHAT DID THAT E-MAIL MEAN? IF IT’S WHAT I THINK IT IS…” Yoongi threatens, but it’s as empty as Seokjin’s butthole. They both know the implications of that e-mail, even a toddler can put two and two together and make sense out of it. Anonymous e-mail or not, Seokjin wouldn’t just forward any hug-o-gram request to Yoongi, unless…

What did the e-mail say? It goes something like:

Dear Mr. Kim,

Thank you for offering your special promotion for new time customers of your Hug-o-gram Service! I’ve always been a quiet fan of your business idea, but I’ve always been a little shy to submit a request of my own. Thank you so much for giving me the little push that I needed to send my first (and hopefully last) hug.

I’d like to send a hug to Mr. Min Yoongi from the Music Department. I understand that he has recently been appointed an employee at your business, but seeing as how it’d be difficult for him to hug himself (while not entirely impossible), I’d like to request that you be the one to send the hug to him.

I don’t really have a message for him, per se… I’m still a little shy, even though you already told me that there is no reason to be. I want to believe what you said was true, so I’m pushing my fear aside and putting my fate into your hands. So, to Mr. Min Yoongi… “When I told you it was nice to hug someone you like, I don’t think you understood what I meant. A hug, after all, is a two-way street. They’re often served the best when it is reciprocated, if you catch my drift. :)”

Peace! :3

Regards,

[Redacted] [Redacted]

“Have your brain synapses finished connecting? Because if even this flies over your head, I’m sorry to say buddy but… You might have smooth brain syndrome,” Seokjin pipes up. He observes Yoongi’s brow crumpling, the first signal of his impending mental breakdown. If Seokjin remembers correctly, the next signal should be when––

Yoongi drops down to his knees, his phone clattering to the floor as he stares absently at the ceiling. Seokjin cringes, worried for the state of his friend’s frail kneecaps. The poor sap has bad heart health already; surely, it isn’t too early to get him a life alert button?

Seokjin scooches over his bed, dangling half his body over the edge to appraise his friend. “So. What do you plan to do now?”

For a moment, Yoongi remains silent. Eventually, he shuffles closer to him, perching his hands around Seokjin. The business student raises a brow, confused, until Yoongi pushes Seokjin back onto the middle of the bed so that he can cram himself beside Seokjin on his small double bed. He huffs amusedly, allowing the smaller boy to snuggle into his chest, though he still refuses to wrap his arms around him. Close enough, Seokjin snorts.

“I need your help, hyung.” Yoongi’s voice is small, shy. It’s so uncharacteristic of him that Seokjin immediately softens. They might act like toddlers together the majority of the time, but Seokjin truly does care about Yoongi more than anything. During early mornings like this, when the sun’s soft rays are filtering through his sheer curtains and filling the room with a gentle warmth, it’s nice to cuddle up with one another and enjoy the silence. In fact, Seokjin would never admit it to Yoongi, but he got the idea for his Hug-o-gram service from Yoongi himself, back when the younger boy would be more prone to sneaking into his bed during his bouts of loneliness and homesickness.

Above all else, Yoongi is just a boy with a lot of love to give, so who is Seokjin to say no to his pleas for help?

“You know I always got your back, Yoongi-chi. Whenever you’re ready, we can do whatever you want. Ask and you’ll receive,” he replies, caressing his soft black tresses. Yoongi hums, smiling softly into his chest.

“Thanks, dude. For being… you know.”

Seokjin’s heart pangs a little, but he ignores it. Instead, he continues combing through his hair, humming gently. “I know.”

x x x x x

It’s been a few days since you sent the e-mail to Seokjin and you haven’t heard back from him. You aren’t sure if he sends confirmation e-mails to his clients as you’d never asked for a hug-o-gram before, nor did you know anyone who has. You are forced to continue on with your days like normal, trying to ignore the unsettling anxiety from creeping up your throat and spewing all over the sidewalk.

If Seokjin hadn’t been lying to you, then there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. You’ve been harboring this crush on Yoongi for years now, and you never thought in your life that it would ever be reciprocated. He always seemed a little bit detached, a little too cool for you. Never mind the fact that he always seemed so jittery around you, like it was hard to talk to you or something!

Your answer comes on the last day of the week, after an especially rough day at class. Your back is bent, having finished a grueling four hour lab period where you did nothing but stand and stare at your reaction vessel spinning without any signal of change. You are just a little bit hangry from all the stress piling up on your plate, especially since you hadn’t eaten a decent meal since breakfast at 8 AM.

In short, life isn’t going as smoothly as you’d hoped for your senior year, but you can’t let the blues get to you too soon. After all, there are leftover chicken wings in your fridge with your name on it, and nothing beats your meat more than greasy poultry to end a terrible week.

You’re only inches away from sliding your keycard to open your shared dorm room when the door opens without prompting. You flinch backward, yelping loudly when your roommate Park Jimin grins slyly from the doorway––never a good sign, if you knew anything.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jimin says, leaning casually against the door like he hadn’t just scared the living shit out of you. He takes one glance at your disheveled hair and lightly sweaty clothes before grimacing in disgust. “Girl, I can’t let you meet the love your life while you’re looking like that. Come on, we have a few minutes before he arrives. Let’s get you freshened up.”

“I’m sorry?” You squeak, allowing your roommate to manhandle you into your own home. He pushes you into your room, depositing you roughly onto your unmade bed. You try to make eye contact with him, but he’s too busy raiding your closet to pay you much attention. “Excuse me? What did you say just now?”

“No time, princess! Your Prince Charming is on the way, and I’ve been ordered by Seokjin to prepare you for this life-changing moment, so get your ass into gear and change into this!” He shoves a clean pair of jeans and a nicer-looking blouse at you before proceeding to grab your hairbrush and comb your tresses with the gentleness of a mother tigress. You shriek when the brush gets tangled in an especially stubborn knot, but Jimin is relentless. He nearly tears your hair by the roots, ignoring your pained whines.

“Will you fucking stop! I have literally no idea why you’re acting like a psycho all of a sudden–” You shout when Jimin begins to undress you, having to kick him in the chest to get him away from completely eradicating your remaining traces of dignity. “Okay, fine! I’ll dress myself! Just get out of my room and fucking stay away!”

Jimin looks at you dubiously for a split second, before eventually acquiescing. “You have two minutes to get changed. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, do you?” he says, smirking knowingly. He better dread the day that you finally wipe that annoying twinkle in his eye; it’s been a long time coming.

Left alone to your own devices, you do as Jimin says even though you’re still wildly confused by everything. To think you had been so excited to feast on your chicken wings, and instead, you went through a decade’s worth of torture within the last few minutes. Patting your hands on the butt of your jeans, you meekly take a step out of your bedroom, where Jimin is already tapping his foot impatiently by the door.

He motions for you to hurry up. “Let’s go! Seokjin says they’re rounding up the corner. Hold on,” he steps closer to you, raising your arm up to take a shameless sniff of your pits. “Sorry, had to make a pit stop. You can never be too sure,” he shrugs, disregarding your squawks of indignation.

“I smell fine! Now what are we–” Your sentence is cut short as Jimin all but carries you to the elevator, your shrieks of terror causing one or two of your neighbors to peek their heads out of their doors. When they see it’s just the two of you, they simply shrug their shoulders, returning to their lives like it was normal to see Jimin carry you in a fireman’s hold.

He doesn’t put you down until you reach the lobby of your dorm complex, barely out of breath despite having held you the entire way down. Stupid buff baby, you groan internally to yourself, straightening down your clothes in a desperate attempt to look decent. “Okay, we’re here. Who am I supposed to be meeting?”

In lieu of an answer, Jimin points wordlessly outside your building. A black car is parked on the other side of the road, and you can barely see a familiar head of hair poking out from the driver’s seat. “Seokjin? What the…” you trail off, before your eyes finally land on their target.

Yoongi stands outside the glass doorway, not dressed in his usual all-black attire. He’s wearing an outrageously cute pink shirt today, matching the color of his natural flush. He always looks effortlessly good, with his hair a little windswept in that boyishly cute way. Your mouth goes a little dry when you realize he’s wearing his famous leather jacket, the one that always got the girls and boys swooning when he walked past in them. You hated how whipped for him you were, not wanting to be like the weird kids in his secret fan club, but who can blame you? He’s just so…

You rip open the door, nearly tripping and falling over the short steps leading to the entrance. You grind to a halt in front of him and you’re acutely aware of how rabid you must look. Your chest is pounding, like your heart is begging you to step closer, just like when you had hugged him all those days ago. God, you were going to kill Park Jimin for this.

“Yoongi? What are you…” You take one look at him before your gaze drops to his hands folded carefully behind his back. It doesn’t hide the fact that there is an obvious bouquet of flowers behind him, though. Your face lights on fire when you notice they were your favorite flowers too.

“I’m here to deliver a hug?” Yoongi says it like he’s unsure of himself, but there’s a little coyness laced in his tone. His cheeks are painted a soft pink, and not for the first time, they remind you of freshly baked bread pulled out from the oven. Soft enough to kiss, you wonder idly to yourself.

“I mean… I did order a hug a few days ago, but I do recall not ordering one for myself?” you laugh a little hysterically, your breath cutting short when Yoongi grins softly in response. “I… Who is this hug from?”

Yoongi takes a glance back towards Seokjin. “Hey, boss. Am I allowed to reveal who the secret admirers are, or will that get me fired?”

Seokjin, despite being a few meters away, laughs loud enough for the whole street to hear. “Well, Yoongi-chi. Something tells me your resignation letter was coming in the mail eventually. Who cares about the rules at this point?”

“He’s right,” you quip, pulling Yoongi’s attention back. You’re smiling wide now, your hopes and dreams skyrocketing in your chest and blooming a garden in your heart. “Who cares, right?”

“Right,” Yoongi agrees, taking the last two steps he needs to get closer to you. He drops the bouquet somewhere behind you before finally, finally, embracing you once more. He kisses you gently on the forehead, the contact short and sweet.

You feel like you’re dying, but it’s all good because Yoongi looks just as embarrassed as you. But none of it matters, not when both your happiness is palpable in the air.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“This hug-o-gram is from me to you. Will you go out with me?”

You’ve always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. So when you lean in to plant your first kiss of many many more, he knows your answer well enough.

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Causing my group to loose out on paid internships.

I do a computer science degree at university. We had a group work project which is set out in two stages. It involves making an application with a report about it in the first. Then the second is to improve both the code and report based on feedback from module organiser.

I was with four others and we each picked a parts of the work that we would do. I was the groups most confident coder so assigned myself alot (~ half) of the code and no report work as I suck at it and hate it.

I do all my work for it and say this to the group, this is immediately met with "can you do my bit of the code too" type stuff. I willingly do so saying I will note this for the group contribution report. (A report that each member of the group has to submit saying how much each person contributed and our marks were based of this).

I ended up producing this entire application which was worth half the marks for the first stage. I contacted my module organiser and they suggested if people weren't pulling thier weight to leave the group (taking my code with me) and do the report. That would mean I would need to work flat out to produce the report. I didn't want that.

But then I got asked to do some of the report to about how the code actually worked, alot of the report was stuff about end users etc which they could do but they needed me to do this as they didn't know what the hell all my code did. I again (probebly for like the 5th time) said I would, but will note if for the GCR.

All in all I worked out that I had done ~60% of all the work for 5 people in the group. With all our work done we were ready to submit but all needed to do the GCR. There was talk amongst the others of all writing that we each contributed 20% of the workload to "make us look better as a team". I flatly refused. They exploded calling me with every name under the sun, swearing at me. I explained that half the marks for the project go to the code and half to the report. So I said that we have each done 1/5 of the report and that I had done all the code bringing my total to 60 and thiers all to 10. They weren't happy. I sent this off with those values. And thought that was that.

My module organiser then emailed me asking if I had any proof of this as I put myself alot higher than everyone else did. They all put me at 0% apparently and themselves at 25%. Essentially out casting me from the "team" and trying to give me no marks for all my hard work.

This is where the revenge comes in.

I emailed him back linking him to the github I used to share the code with the team (github is a source control that shows who made changes to the code) and showed him that all the commits were done by me Proving that I did all of it. And thankfully we did the whole report on Google drive so I could also see the history on that document and send him screenshots of all the alterations made by me proving that I wrote ~20% of the report also.

He added it all up and made a special exception for my group. Saying he would give me most credit for the work. The way that he calculated our marks was: He marked all our work normally. I got most of the credit so got the highest mark. They all did 6 times less work than me and therefore deserved 6 times less of a mark.

I think I ended up with a 65 and they all get 11 for the whole coursework section 1.

Now this course is 100% of the marks for the module meaning they just got 11% for 50% of a whole module. Which is a biiiiiggg fuck up.

Section 2 is fixing the feedback the teacher gives and improving your report and code. So turned out I fucked up a bit on the code only getting about 50% of the marks with like a massive issue in it (dumb me) but my report sections were near perfect. Spelling mistakes and formatting etc. There were a few glaring mistakes from the report but other than that not bad.

When they found out thier marks they started calling me up and emailing me and messaging me almost for about 3 hours, I was happily rowing at the time (teacher sent an email explaining that they had lied and he had proof about it so corrected the marks according).

At this point I quit the group, and decided to work on section 2 by myself. TAKING ALL OF MY CODE WITH ME. Removing thier access to all of it. I of course asked my module organiser first and they said it was fine as it was my work and if I was no longer in thier group the others couldn't submit it.

I fixed the error in the code in about 2 weeks. Then did the whole report from scratch almost and added a load about the fix taking me about 7 weeks.

I ended up submitting 2 weeks early for the deadline and got 100% on the whole section 2. Which is basically unheard at university, especially by your self for group work.

Later that day I get an email from a plaugurisum and collusion officer. Not someone you ever want to get an email from. Basically says I'm summoned to a hearing as an external body looked at both my group (me, myself and I) and my old groups coursework and thought it was very similar. I get the whole project that my group handed in and my own back as evidence so I can look and prepare my answer. So this is a virtually meeting (yay, virus). I email back asking if I can have my module organiser present too. They say he has already been invited. Perfect.

I email my module organiser ask if he supports me in this because basically they can punish all of you or 1 group (never nobody). He says yes he supports me in this. Perfect.

I prepare for this meeting by going though the hundreds of commits I have made while they had access to find the one that is most similar to it. I find a PERFECT match, 0 differences, not even a single character. Through the thousands of lines of code.

So I turn up to this meeting there is the VP of computing there (guy who could basically do whatever the hell he wants to us). My old group when asked to present thier answer as to why this has happened go on about how they did all of it by themselves blah blah blah. You get the point, this goes on for about 10 mins. Then I am asked to present my argument. I ask if I can share my screen. VP: "yeah... Okay..." puzzled. So I share it. Show me downloading a fresh version of what they submitted, and a fresh version of one of my commits on the github, and running it through the universitys own comparison software (which I also asked for). I narrated this to explain what I was doing just to be clear. Took a while but came up as I knew it would 0 differences. Everyone was stunned. One of the group members uttered "but...". I just laughed. And was quickly asked to hang up as I was no longer involved.

Turned out they had cloned one of my commits and not been able to fix it atall so just submitted it and hoped for the best.

Then one of my friends who is friends with one from my old group asked what grade they got and they said that they failed the whole module and would have to retake it over the summer costing them and everyone in my old group thier placement year jobs, after all who wants someone who failed a module so badly working for them. This ment that they all lost out on being paid ~20k each for the years work. Which goes a long way for a uni student. While I happily get mine.

TL:DR Old group tried to screw me over, so I screwed them out of 80k total.

(source) story by (/u/notABadGuy3)

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nightbts · 5 years

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the other side | min yoongi

pairing: min yoongi + stylist!reader

word count: 3.6k

genre: angst + fluff

warnings: a bit of cursing is all

he didn’t like you one bit, that was clear. but for some reason that wasn’t enough for you to not give up on him.

Sitting in the corner of the room, your eyes fleeted nervously between all the members as a tense atmosphere enveloped the room. All that could be heard were the tight, nervous breaths from all of them, one in particular that caught your attention: yoongi.

Seconds later, he stood up and roughly shoved the chair he was sitting on, causing some of the boys to get up themselves, before Yoongi, muttering some colorful language under his breath, walked straight out of the room without a glance.

“This is all my fault,” Namjoon started with a sigh to which the boys all chorused in response, saying it was their faults instead, erupting one after the other.

As they all started arguing with themselves over who’s fault it truly was, and as to why Yoongi was that pissed, you slowly slipped out the door unnoticed. You started making your way to the one place you knew he’d be in: his studio.

For the first time ever, you saw his door slightly open, making you surprised as that was never usually the case. The number of times you saw the boys standing outside, trying to guess his keypad code to get in was let’s just say, countless.

Knocking lightly, you opened the door a bit to see Yoongi sitting on the couch, hands clasped together as his eyes stared hard at the floor but as you walked in, you saw him lift his head up, his gaze meeting yours instantly.

“Yoongi, is everyth—”

“Why are you here?” he asked lowly. His cold eyes stared at you as his voice sent shivers down your spine, making you let out a nervous laugh, “I just wanted to check on you to see if you were okay—”

“You?” Yoongi laughed humorlessly, as he stood up from the couch, a glint in his eyes that made you subconsciously inch towards the corner of the room.

“Why would you, huh?” He repeated as he advanced towards you, his body standing just inches away within seconds as you felt his gaze concentrated on your face, your cheeks flaring up, he continued with a taunting look in his eyes, “It’s like no matter how many times I tell you, you don’t get it. I don’t like you y/n, so get the hell away from me.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, your squeezed your eyes shut, your own fists clenched at the sides as his words registered in your mind. However, this wasn't the first time you heard him say that.

“Hello! My name is y/n l/n, and I’ll be joining the stylist team as an intern!” you beamed, a wide smile on your face as you felt a flutter of excitement within you as the seven boys stood in front of you.

As each one of them slowly introduced themselves, all with kind smiles, when you got to the last one you found yourself immediately taken aback as he lazily shook your hand before muttering under his breath, “Great, another inexperienced person is exactly what we need.”

Looking up at you, his gaze fell on your bewildered expression, your eyes wide and lips slightly parted as you blinked at him before he rolled his eyes and walked away.

“Ah, don’t mind him. He’s always like that. You’ll just have to warm up to him, that’s all.” a soft voice said behind you. Turning around, you gaze met Jimin’s as he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Welcome to the team, we’re glad to have you here,” he said, giving you a soft pat on the shoulder, as you gave him a soft thanks in return.

It’s been 10 months.

Let’s just say Yoongi was taking quite a while with the whole “warming up to you” slowly with you.

But quite frankly, you were over it.

You were done playing the weak, little girl who merely nodded to whatever insults were thrown at your way from the man in front of you.

You were done with his facade, knowing very well that the way he acted towards you wasn’t how he truly felt. You just knew that behind the cold stares, the clipped conversations, and the patronizing comments, there was another Yoongi down there that cared.

“Why?” you asked quietly. Looking back up to meet his gaze, this time holding your ground, you pressed again but this time louder, “Why? Why do you not like me?”

Evidently taken aback, Yoongi blinked before composing himself, his signature look of annoyance embracing his face as he scoffed at you, “Are you serious?”

“Yea, I actually am,” you stated, this time stepping towards him with a defiant look on your face.

“You always say you hate me, you don’t like me, you wish I wasn't here, but why? You never say why you know that? Is it maybe because you don’t actually have a reason—” you started, your voice rising in volume as the words spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“You bother me, that’s why,” he said, interrupting your rant mid-way as you stood there, lips parted until a few seconds passed by until you scoffed in response.

“Well clearly, since you like to make a point of it always.”

Lowering his head, he let out a humorless chuckle as he shook his head. Peering up back to look at you, he simply stared, his dark brown eyes boring into yours for so long that it sent shivers down your spine.

“W-What—” you started uncomfortably, as you felt yourself writher under his lazy gaze that held you captive.

After what seemed like hours, he finally spoke up, his voice low and soft all at once, “Forget it. It doesn’t matter. ”

Blinking, his words seeped into your brain, letter by letter, word by word, but even then nothing made sense to you. You couldn’t believe him. Not only did he hate you, make a frequent point of it, but he didn’t have a reason either?! Just why? Just why were you still so hung up on him...

Biting the inside of your cheek, you pressed your lips together, as you nodded before saying stiffly, “Well, I’m glad to know that even my feelings now don’t matter.”

With that, you stepped out of the room, vowing that was the last time you’d ever try to reason with Min Yoongi.

You had finally given up.

Days went by one after the other, with you routinely ignoring Yoongi and him ignoring you. But this was nothing out of the ordinary for either of you.

However, today was a special day. It was your birthday.

You had kept it to yourself, after all, you were just an intern, and the boys, their managers, and other stylists had much more to worry about than an intern’s birthday.

And like any other day, you came to work and started getting the boys ready for their long day of schedules. You were lounging around in the dressing room, you and only a couple other stylists in the room, as you waited for the boys to appear.

To your amazing luck, the first one to walk in was Yoongi, his eyes glued to his phone as he mindlessly sat in the chair that you were standing by. Scoffing to yourself softly, you moved towards the front of the mirror and started to get all your supplies ready when you a voice behind you go, “Oh. It’s you.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to look at him with a pointed look as you responded bitterly, “If you want someone else, I’m sure you can go ahead and sit over there.”

Raising a brow at you, he smirked before shaking his head, “No, I think it’s alright.”

Muttering how it wasn’t alright to yourself under your breath, you continued to gather the things you needed before getting started on his hair. You first brushed it, his recently dyed black locks smooth and fluffy in your fingers that you almost wanted to run your hands through them over and over again, until you realized just who this was.

As you turned on the straightener, waiting for it to heat up, you sprayed some heat protectant in his hair, completely focused at your task on hand that you failed to see the way Yoongi was glancing at you from above his phone.

Although his gaze would snap down to the dimly-lit screen whenever you made eye contact with him, as soon as you’d look away his eyes would be on you again, a look behind them that he’d rather die than have you see.

In all honesty, he didn’t know why he acted that way with you. There was just something about you, something that made him always on his toes. Your every move and every word, he followed, yet when he talked to you, his dumbass self couldn’t express it anything but irritation.

Did he like you? Well, Yoongi just didn’t know. He did know when he’d see you laugh with the other members, there’d be an ugly, burning jealousy that’d rise in the pit of his stomach that he’d say something just to drive you away from them. He did know, his favorite color on you was red; the first day when you wore a red dress to one of their press events you’d managed to take his breath away that he couldn’t speak a single coherent sentence that entire evening. The image of your hair tied back in a ponytail, that dark red dress hugging your body in all the right places and as your glasses had been traded for a pair of contacts, he could finally see you and your beautiful eyes that made his heart race.

Yoongi didn’t know. His ass-like behavior towards you was a safety for him. He thought about the various futures of how it’d be if he weren’t that way towards you. What if he was nice? What if he liked you? What if you dated? And finally...

What if you left him?

Shaking the thoughts that enveloped him, a low chuckle emanating from the bottom of his chest, he turned his attention back to his phone when suddenly—

“Fuck!” Yoongi yelped as he felt a shooting pain behind his ear, a burning sensation filling the area as he pulled away from you. Turning around in his chair, his eyes blazed with anger as he exploded without a second to think, “y/n what the fuck was that?!”

And there it was, the side of him that Yoongi hated.

Silence filling the room, you went still as you stared at him with wide eyes, your hands shaking slightly, the straightener in your hand on the verge of falling from your faltering grip.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry—”

“Cut the fucking bullshit y/n—” he snapped, cutting through your apology as you felt your throat run dry. Your eyes started to water because as much as Yoongi had yelled at you before, snapping at your every action, this was different.

The look in his eyes was different; It was mean, demeaning and colder than ice, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear.

You could feel the stares of the other stylists in the room, their soft whispers not reaching your ear but regardless, you had a sense of what they were saying which didn’t help the situation.

“Yoongi—” you exasperated, eyes fluttering to a close as your voice trembled, “I-I really didn’t mean to, I—”

“Didn’t mean to.” he repeated with a scoff, shaking his head, “How long have you been working here? It’s almost been a year and you didn’t mean to. Have you learned nothing? Why can’t you do even the smallest thing right!?”

“Hyung...” you heard a voice trail behind when you realized half of the boys had entered the room, all of them staring at the both of you with looks of concern gracing their faces.

“Please—”

“Literally, what have you done except ruin things since you got here? Should I list them? All the mistakes you’ve made since day one—”

“Yoongi, please just stop—”

“You brought the wrong set of clothes for Taehyung and our manager had to drive all the way back to get the right one.”

“I—”

You couldn’t even get a basic hairstyle right even months in—”

“STOP!” you screamed, every ounce of you shaking.

You had it. You couldn’t anymore.

The tears streamed down your cheeks as your hands shook at your side, your fingers curling up into fists. You hiccuped, lashes thick with tears, “Why?! What the hell did I do to you?! Why do you hate me that much, huh? What did I do?,” you emphasized each question with sobs, as Yoongi and everyone else just watched you fall apart.

As another silence filled the room, Yoongi stared at you with parted lips, a look of surprise splayed across his features until he had realized just what he had done, every tear that rolled down your flushed cheeks like a knife to his heart.

“I’m done.” you rasped in a small voice, shaking your head, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Grabbing your things from the ground, you hastily wiped away the tears and made your way towards the door, wanting to get away as fast as could, while Yoongi stared at your retreating back when—!

“Oh! y/n! Happy Birthday!—hey, is everything alright?!” Yoongi heard Jimin say, his head whipping up as Jimin walked into the room, the tension around him causing him to look around in confusion.

Feeling his mouth go dry, Yoongi felt his heart drop at that moment, the words birthday running through his head as he saw you give Jimin a tight smile before hurriedly walking past him, and through the front door.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Yoongi breathed, eyes fluttering close, as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, pulling at the ends. What had he done?

“Hyung. Go.” a voice spoke from his side, eyes opening to see Jungkook looking at him pointedly as he nodded towards the door.

“He’s right,” Jin added, a disapproving look on his face as he continued, “You damn well know you have to fix this.”

Nodding, Yoongi grabbed his phone from his chair before sprinting out the door, eyes darting around as he looked around for you. Walking into each room, he apologized for the several interruptions he had caused as he barged through each door.

Checking nearly every room possible, Yoongi felt his breath get heavy as he ran his hands through his hair, still warm from you using a straightener on it. Internally cursing himself, he let himself fall against the window, eyes fluttering to a close as he groaned loudly.

why was he like this?

There was nothing he could do now, he didn’t even know where you had gone or if you would ever be back and the thought of not seeing you again made him want to punch every wall, shatter every window and break every object in his sight. However, just as he turned around, a glimpse of something hopeful caught his eye as he immediately looked out the window.

He saw it. As you rounded a corner, one that leads to the parking deck, he saw your curly hair, disappearing in a fraction of a second. But, he saw it.

And that’s all he needed.

Rushing down the endless flights of stairs, knowing the elevator would take too much time, Yoongi stumbled countless times before he flew out the backdoor, leading straight to the parking garage.

Running towards the staff parking lot, his eyes quickly fell upon your figure; however not running, not rushing, but just standing next to your car, one hand on the door handle but unmoving.

Your shoulders were shaking, as a small sob escaped your mouth, head hung low as the tears splattered and stained the concrete ground beneath you.

“Wait...” a breathless voice said behind you, laced with desperation as your grip on your door handle tightened. You angrily pulled it open, stuffing your items into the passenger seat of your car when he came up from behind you and shut the door close.

“What the fuck do you want Yoongi?” you seethed, your tone taking Yoongi off-guard.

“I-”

Turning around angrily, your fists tightened at your sides as you let out a shaky breath. Staring up right at him, your eyes gazed into his very own which at a time before would send butterflies straight to your stomach but today only caused a burning inferno in your gut.

“I said I quit.” You emphasized, “Did you not get the message the first time? Now if you’re here to yell at me some more, I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone new for that.”

With that, you turned back again when you suddenly felt a cold hand grasp your wrist, “I—...Don’t....”

Scoffing, your eyes fell upon Yoongi. His head hung low, hair dripping with sweat and chest rising and falling as the seconds passed by.

“Why?”

Yoongi’s head snapped back up, as his gaze caught you by surprise—glazed over, as the corners were brimming with tears.

“I fucked up.” he whispered, shaking his head before repeating himself,“I fucked up.”

Staring at him, your own eyes went round with surprise. You started to feel the wall you built slowly crumble, your heart softening at the sight of his broken self but before he could do any further damage you snapped out of it.

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about but you sure did fuck up Yoongi,” you snapped, and before you knew it, words flew out of your mouth one after the other, “Since day one, I knew you didn’t like me but I chose to put that aside. I was nice to you, I cared for you, I was always fucking there for you but what did I get? The exact opposite. So no, you don’t get to come back and do this because the damage has been done!” you gasped, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes as you felt your chest heaving for breath.

Pulling down the sleeve of your sweater, you lifted your hand to hastily wipe the tears away when you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist. Looking up, your eyes glistened under the dim, garage lights when you felt him push your hand away to your side.

Slowly, Yoongi’s cold hands cupped your cheeks, his fingers fluttering against your wet cheeks as his fingers brushed away the tears. You stood there, body still, heart erratic as you felt time start to slow down. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening and as Yoongi leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, you felt the air around you get heavy, your throat constricted.

“Yoongi—” you rasped incredulously, as your hands flew out his chest, ready to push him away when his next words made you go still.

“I’m sorry.”

The way his voice cracked, his breath hot against your skin, lips dangerously close to your very own, you felt the wall fall around you instantly, every brick, every stone shattered into pieces when you looked into his eyes and saw pure, genuine sadness and apology laced within them.

“There’s just...something wrong with me y/n a-and I don’t know why, but with you, I just can’t-,” Yoongi said softly, “It's like every single emotion I have towards you, everything I actually want to say turns into something malicious because I'm a fucking coward. I’m such a fucking coward.”

“Hey there...” you sighed, as the feeling of anger in you was quickly replaced with sympathy. A trait about you, no matter what, you couldn’t change; you were always so quick to forgive.

“All that you said right now? I don’t think that makes you a coward Yoongi,” you replied softly, in hopes of reassuring him.

This made him let out a humorless chuckle, his head shaking when he replied, “I appreciate that y/n, but trust me there’s a lot about me that makes me a piece of shit, a cowardly, horrible person that has been knowingly hurting you all these months—”

“Yoongi!” you interrupted sternly, catching the boy in front of you off guard, his eyes rounding at you.

“Even though you might have done some things that were not your proudest moments, this can be the beginning. It will take some time for me to forgive you, but I think this is a start for both of us,” you said softly, this time your hands enveloping his into your own, the very touch of his skin against yours sending sparks up your hands.

Feeling your fingers intertwine with his own, each one molding perfectly within his grasp, his lips tilted upward into a slight smile before he nodded, “A new start. I would like that very much.”

Despite what happened, despite the last few months of pain you underwent, you always believed in the better side of people. What you saw of Yoongi in his happiest moments, while creating music, celebrating with the boys and the rare smile you’d see him give you once in a while, you knew there was a side to Yoongi that would make up for everything that happened before.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, you pulled yourself away from him as you put a foot of distance between the two of you.

Putting your hand out in front of you, you plastered a smile on your face as you said, “Hi, My name is Y/N and I’m going to be working as one of your stylists.”

Grinning now, Yoongi shook his head softly before he grabbed your hand with his own, shaking it gently before replying back, “I’m Yoongi, and I’m extremely excited to have you here.”

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ververa · 5 years

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Drive me crazy

Sugar

I didn’t rewrite this one XD I didn’t even read it. I let it be the way it is, so, sorry if this is shit

Also I’ve got the request for Tammy comforting reader. I think we can say this is it - partially - but there will be more of this sort.

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Tammy x Fem!reader

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If you hadn’t been in love with her before, you would definitely fall when you saw her that night. She looked amazing dressed in a long, pastel pink dress. Her blonde locks were perfectly falling on her shoulders. And that grin of hers made you spun within. Her face looked like a cover of a magazine – you were spellbound. It amazed you, how she was always affecting you so much, that the tongue was leaving you and you couldn’t even compliment her properly without either stuttering or mumbling.

You were in love. And you were in deep. You had been meaning to tell her how you feel for some time. You were well aware that you got that kind of feeling that wasn’t going to subside any soon. And you did not want it to subside. It was such a magical sensation. And there was nothing that could keep up with it. You were shaking to your knees and all you wanted was to hug her. To kiss her. To hold her in your arms. You wanted every little thing that was a part of her. You wanted her all. But you didn’t have enough courage to tell her. So, you let the secret be still your own. You kept living and fantasizing that maybe one day you would get the nerves up and confess your feelings. Though, not tonight you said to yourself.

It was a pretty night and a promising evening. That’s why you decided not to derange it. Your heart was beating twice as fast since you saw her, but despite that and having a strange taste in your mouth, because of being nervous – you were fine. That night, she was yours and being aware of it filled you with such a joy, that you wouldn’t be able to fully express it if you would try to.

However, you kept silent – focusing on driving and from time to time looking at Tammy, just because you could.

She didn’t speak either, but it was a good kind of silence. And you both enjoyed it. Actually, the thing with you was that you did not really need to speak to understand each other. One look was enough to know what you’re feeling – and that was the magic that you two shared.

Organising the party was your chance for being promoted, which you of course took. You put a lot of effort in making sure everything would be perfect and it was. Actually, it was more than perfect, because Tammy was right there, next to you the whole evening. For you she truly had some power. The power meant to heal. She was always making things better. That radiant smile was magically making all the troubles disappear.

You were sure she would be bored with all that advertisement shit, but surprisingly she wasn’t. Actually, she enjoyed herself more than you had expected. You were together for most of the time. Though there were that few moments when you had to talk to your clients and investors. Tammy however could take care of herself and instead of just sitting and waiting for you to finish, she decided to see the posters, pictures and all the other things you designed as a kind of advertisement. She had seen a few of your works before, but never in such a big size as one of the billboards. She was standing and looking at it for good 10 minutes – and that’s where you found her. You smiled widely – which became something automatic every time you saw her – and approached her.

You did not really want to disturb her, for she seemed to be so focused, which made her look even cutter than usually. Yet, you were tired and you could say she was too.

“Hey, beauty!” you said before hugging her from behind

“Hi” she smiled leaning in to your touch

“Sorry, it took me so long” you kissed her cheek “They couldn’t agree which poster and slogan they want”

“It’s okay. How was it?”

“Boooooring” you complained “But now it’s far more better” you hugged her tighter

Tammy smiled and intertwined your hands together.

“I hope you did not get bored too much”

“Bored? Not at all, babe. I was admiring your works. They are absolutely amazing. You’ve got a talent” she let go of your hands and as you loosened your grip on her waist Tammy turned round to face you “And I know you don’t like being complimented like that, but you truly are talented and deserve it” she kissed your nose, at which you frowned a little making her laugh

“I think it’s time to come back home” you stated

Only after a few seconds did you realise, what you’d actually said.

“Wait. That’s not… I mean I’ll take you home and then go to min-” you didn’t finish, as Tammy cut you off kissing you

“I wouldn’t mind if we would share one house” she said sweetly

Your heart was pounding even more than before. Her answer was quite unexpected and surprised you a little bit. But you had no doubts – living together was something that you wanted too. You were about to answer, say something when one of your colleagues - arseholes, appeared.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” you turned back to look at him, but not letting go of Tammy’s hand

“Are you coming back?”

You looked at TamTam just to make sure.

“Yes. We’re coming back. Why?”

“Can you give me a lift? You know, I have to take the documents to the office, but I don’t have my car here”

“Sure. No problem” you said

“So, let’s go” he said impatiently already heading to the exit

You looked at Tammy again

“You don’t like him, do you?”

“Of course not” you rolled your eyes

You were the only woman working at the company. You had been surrounded with arseholes, as all your colleagues and majority of clients were men. But no matter what you always stood your ground. Yet, when one of them – Adam – got in the way of your perfectly planned and going so well evening with Tammy, you were more than pissed off.

She knew it at once. It was impossible not to notice, how tensed up you became. So, on the way to the car park, Tammy kept on stroking your arm - hoping that it’ll help you relax at least a little bit.

As you unlocked the car, Adam immediately sat at the front seat.

“It’s Tammy’s seat” you stated, but he seemed not to give a fuck – being too busy checking something on his phone

You looked at the woman

“It’s okay” she mouthed

The drive itself was fine, until Adam started talking.

“So, you’re probably expecting to be promoted”

You’re doing your best to be as polite as possible. He was one of your boss’ favourite workers, so being in good terms with him was quite important.

“Yeah” you nodded

He laughed mockingly.

“What?” you asked as your grip on the steering wheel tightened

“Are you serious? You really think you could get the promotion?”

“What’s your problem?”

You could feel that you’re slowly loosing your patience, so you looked at the rear-view mirror to see Tammy. Your eyes locked and she smiled reassuringly. Tammy could say you’re about to explode, but at the same time she knew that you couldn’t and would keep it inside you. She was already planning on how she may help you to relax later, but Adam, of course, continued, making everything worse and worse with every minute.

“It’s not a problem for me. It’s just a fact you know” he shrugged

“What do you mean?”

“That you’re a WOMAN!” he emphasised the last word

“So what?!” you tried hard to keep calm

“So, the only way for you to be promoted is by blowing the boss”

Tammy’s eyes widened in shock. She could see how you gulped and already knew you must be biting your lip really hard, to stop yourself from saying anything.

“Well, you can as well introduce him to your new friend. He likes blondes” he laughed

That was enough. You unexpectedly hit the break and Adam almost hit the dashboard.

“Are you insane?!”

“Get out” you said not looking at him

“What?”

“Get out of my car” you repeated

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No! I’m not kidding! Get the fuck out of my fucking car!” you yelled

The man looked at you.

“You’ll regret it!” he said slamming the door

“Fuck you!” you drove away

That two words were your last, which made Tammy even more worried. She wasn’t really aware that what you did was going to result in your losing the job. The job that was your biggest dream. That used to be your whole life. But she was more important than anything could ever be.

“Y/N? Baby? Please, say something” she unfastened her seatbelt and moved closer, so that she could place her hand on your shoulder

You wanted to answer, but couldn’t, because you knew that if you try you wouldn’t be able to stop the tears. They’re springing into your eyes dangerously fast and soon driving became quite hard, so you drove down the road and stopped the car in a place that seemed to be a forest.

You got out of the car and went in the direction of the forest. You needed to calm down before it would get worse.

You sat down on the ground under one of the trees and buried your face in your hands. You still weren’t crying though. You didn’t let yourself. Instead you kept on taking deep breaths until you felt familiar soft hands on your arms.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry” you looked at her with teary eyes “I just need to…”

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding again”

“Uhh… fuck!” you growled “I’m so sorry, TamTam. If I had known that he’s…”

“Shh. You have nothing to be sorry for” she kissed you “He’s just an arsehole” she began to kiss you all over your face

“You will beblood” you said

“I don’t care” she kissed you once more “Come on. We need to stop the bleeding”

Tammy helped you stand up and escorted you to the car.

“Now, I’m all covered in blood” you complained looking at your reflection in one of the car’s windows

“But you have some clothes in the trunk, don’t you?”

“I do” you nodded

“So take it off and I’ll take them” she said moving to the back of the car

You sat at the back seat and started to undress. You took off your jacket and began to unzip your trousers, when TamTam got into from the other side.

She looked at you. The moon’s light was shedding its light on you through the sunroof. Ans she couldn’t help, but smile seeing you like that.

“Let me help you” Tammy offered seeing that your hands were still shaking and you’re struggling to unbutton your shirt

You’re way too tired to object, so you let her do whatever she wanted. Tammy moved closer and began to undo the buttons for you. You looked at her and she smiled as your eyes met. She kissed the tip of your nose and continued, but was still staring deep in your eyes.

And when she was looking at you like that you were about to melt like a snow. That beautiful, big, brown eyes turned your heart in a mess. You felt as if you were in a dream, It was so surreal. And she was like a miracle.

You felt her hot breath on your face. Her smell – that amazing perfumes she was wearing. Even the warmth of her body, because of how close she was to you. There was something about her that drove you wild. The desire. That inner need to feel her perfect, soft skin. To own her all – her mind, her soul and her body. You wanted the magic to get a hold on both of you.

It was an instinct. And it overtook not only you, but also Tammy. One kiss blended into another. Until she was sitting on your lap. Her dress unzipped and tugged up. You slipped it off of her shoulders and began to kiss and suck on her collarbones.

Tammy wrapped her hands around your neck and let her head fell back giving you a better access to her neck. As the occasion arose you couldn’t let it slip. You sucked on her pulse making her moan loudly.

Making love in the backseat of your car wasn’t a part of the plan for the evening, but at that very moment you didn’t think about it. You were too preoccupied with kissing her to focus on anything else.

“B-baby… B-babe… do-don’t stop” she whined

You smirked before sliding your hand under her dress

“I’m not going to” you kissed her and bit her lip before pulling away

You definitely weren’t going to stop. You wanted to feel every detail of her skin. Made her scream for you. Mark her as yours. Posses her. And you did.

At some point it became hard to say whether it was you who was pumping your fingers in and out or if it was her moving her hips and riding your hand. She seemed to be so desperate and you absolutely loved to see her like that. So dishevelled and lost in the rhythm of the desire. She was fading into you and that felt like heaven. You simply couldn’t get enough of her.

She was holding on to your body as if she was afraid that when she let go all that and you may disappear like a soap bubble. So, you held her close. When her dazed with pleasure eyes met yours… Right then you knew for sure, that you’re made for loving her. For praising her and making her feel good. And you just couldn’t hold it back any more.

“I love you” you said and right then she cried out coming all over your fingers

Tammy looked at you. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, which you gently wiped.

“I love you too, sweetheart” she kissed you

You slowly and carefully shifted on the seat, so that you’re almost laying – with your head resting on the armrest. You pulled her closer and wrapped in your arms. Tammy smiled when you kissed her forehead and covered her naked arms with your shirt. She rested her head on your chest, so that she could listen to your heartbeat.

You stayed like that for some time – watching the stars through the sunroof, holding on to each other.

“I think” she started “We should move in together”

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ddaeng-181338 · 5 years

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Cold | 10

Wolf! AU

☾ Min Yoongi x Reader

☾ Enemies to Lovers

☾ Word Count: 5.6k

Yoongi hated you the second you joined the pack and that was that.

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (use protection or I’ll beat ya ass) Oral (female receiving) , fingering, squirting (yup I went there) , slight mention of impreg kink (ohohoho), dom/sub themes, alpha/omega dynamic

A/N: heyo , I’m already writing chapter 11 y’all, I hope you enjoy the smut and the bit of plot development. I also hope you guys like this story, because I have plans to keep it going for at least another 30 chapters :3

Forgive me if there is any grammatical errors! I will be checking this when I get home from school as well as adding a read more insert

You dipped your sausage into the syrup — the same think Jungkook had did only a few days prior. You must admit the boy was right — everything was better with sausage. “You know we need to do this more often Yoongi.” He snorted beside you, shoveling a bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth. “More often? Y/n we’ve been “together” for less than 24 hours” you laughed softly, honestly it felt like you two had been together like this your whole life. You sighed, “so this is what finding your mate feels like?”

You let your head fall against his shoulder, basking in the warm comfort that was yoongi’s room. “I’ll never stop saying this, but we are such idiots.” You snorted, pushing your fork through a piece of fruit and popping it in your mouth. “It will get old eventually.” The snort from your right side said otherwise “very doubtful.” You Both continued to eat in peace, talking quietly and joking until your food was gone completely.

“Okay now that I know you won’t choke…” you raised an eyebrow at that, turning your head to look at Yoongi as he placed the two empty plates on his bedside drawer. “Seokjin heard us.” A strangled Yelp left your lips as yoongi turned back to look at you. “What did he say—“ Yoongi told you word for word what seokjin has said to him, and with each passing second your cheeks grew redder. “We’re never leaving your room…” you sunk down under the covers and hid your face. Embarrassment flooding every inch of you.

“I’m fine with that…” Yoongi might have been a bit embarrassed at first but now — if anything — he felt a sense of satisfaction. Something in him held a since of pride knowing they heard how well he fucked you. “I wanna go swimming.” Your voice came out muffled from under the covers. “I thought you didn’t want to leave my room?” You could tell from under the covers that his face was right over yours. “Yes, But now I want nothing more then to get away from the 4 other alphas in this house.”

“What you think they’re gonna come breaking the door down?” You pulled the blankets down so that you were face to face, noses almost brushing. “Mmm when Seokjin oppa tells them what we did you bet your —cute— ass that they are gonna wanna talk with you.” Yoongi seemed to weigh his options for a moment, eyes traveling over your face and settling on your lips. “Min Yoongi…” you knew what was coming and sighed, “you aren’t even in your damn rut yet.”

Long fingers came up to comb through the damp locks of your hair. “So…” you snorted, his fingers now trailing along your cheek, slightly calloused and rough ghosting across your soft skin. “So? We’re going to be exhausted by the time it gets here.” A soft laugh left his plump lips and you found yourself glued to them. “You act as if my Rut and your heat don’t come often, you think after this we’re just on a sex ban?” You heard what he said but didn’t really comprehend it fully, instead you just shook your head before speaking “this will make it 3 times in like 15 hours.”

“So? How am I supposed to resist you?” You would have rolled your eyes at the cheesiness, instead your lust fogged brain seemed to melt, hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pulling him down to you roughly. Lips clashing together roughly, you submitted easily, allowing Yoongi to dominate the Kiss with ease. Each kiss made your heart flutter as if it was the first time. You ached for his touch as if it had been years since he last touched you. Maybe my heat is coming sooner than we thought…

That would explain the constant need to be near him, the weirdly heavy feeling in your chest when he left you alone for even a few minutes. Omegas — by nature — were needy. Longing for someone to take care of them and protect them — even though they were capable of doing so themselves. That was the issue with some alphas , they saw omega’s as play things, something for them to use when they felt like it. Because in their eyes — omegas only wanted sex. Sadly some omegas fell prey to it, finding the lifestyle to their liking and continuing to enforce the same stereotype of , Omegas were weak and only cared about sex.

Yoongi made quick work of your shirt — or rather his shirt that you had thrown on. “Jesus fuck you didnt put underwear back on?” You laughed, breast bouncing slightly as you did. “Neither did you cat eyes.” A low growl left his lips, hungry eyes taking in your yet again bare form. Everything out and open for him to see. His lips began moving along your jaw, nipping soft at the junction right below your ear. “I didn’t leave nearly enough marks on you kitten.” His tongue jutted out to soothe the skin he had just sucked on, watching as already the mark began to appear.

“Then mark me some more, let them know I’m yours.” A guttural moan left his lips and you sighed, hands coming up to run through his almost dried hair. His lips assaulted the front of your neck next, lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin — stealing your breath for moments at a time. You let your eyes flutter shut, hands moving down his back to tug on the tee shirt he was wearing. “O..off” he didn't wait for you to ask again, instead ripping it over his head with such fervor you were surprised it didn't rip.

You smiled as his descent of kisses trailed to your collarbone, teeth nipping harshly at the surprisingly sensitive skin. You busied yourself instead with letting your hands roam over his bare skin, warm and soft under your fingertips. His nose nuzzled into your neck and you scraped your nails up his back. “I could mark you right here, claim you as mine so easily.” He scented you instead, his nose brushing the juncture where your neck met your shoulder. “You should…” your lust fogged mind wanted whatever he wanted.

“Not yet kitten, not yet.” You tugged on the back of his head, trying to drag his lips up to yours. The need to kiss him becoming overwhelming. Your heat was definitely coming faster than expected. You were beyond needy, it was the early stages. What you expected to come within the next week or two — seemed like it was going to be here within the next day or two. Your lips crashed together in a sloppy kiss, grabbing one of his hands you brought it up to your breast, clearly stating what you wanted him to do. He smirked Against your lips, his larger hand massaging the tender skin of your breast with ease.

“More…” your mind was clouded with lust and one thing that stuck out Most was how much you wanted him to touch your breasts. His lips trailed down your neck slowly, leaving lingering kisses all down your throat till he met the skin right above your breasts. Taking his time to tease you his covered your skin in makers from shoulder to shoulder until you were whispering for him to touch where you wanted him most. “But kitten your whimpers are so pretty, I could listen to them all day.”

“We have a full week coming up for that Cat eyes just touch me please.” You didn’t care when the hell your heat came, all you wanted was for His infuriating ass to touch you dammit. As a growl of annoyance left your lips his mouth enveloped your left nipple, making your back arch into him. “You brat…” your voice was hoarse as his lips nipped at the sensitive bud. His hand came up to slap your right breast and you yelped out of surprise — his large hand soothing the skin he just hit. “Yoongi…”

You hasn’t expected to like it but the oddly satisfying feeling of him being rough with your breast made you feel like you were going to explode. “Fuck...more...keep doing that.” You never even realized how sensitive your breasts were, but the feeling of his teeth and tongue nipping and licking the hardened bud had heat pooling between your legs. Yoongi’s hand made quick work down your body, calloused fingers brushing roughly over your skin before dipping between your thighs.

Your head fell back against the pillows fully, eyes squeezing shut as a loud moan left your lips. You were still surprisingly sensitive from the last time which seemed to heighten the sensations even more. “Fuck Yoongi, just like that.” His fingers rubbed circles on your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening already. “You Like that don’t you kitten?” You mumbled a yes and gasped when yoongi’s hand slapped your cunt.

“I said, you like that don’t you kitten? Loud and clear baby, let me hear you.” You whimpered as his hand began rubbing slow circles against your clit. “Y..yes Yoongi, I like it.” He smirked, lips capturing your in a rough kiss before pulling away again. “Good Girl, now be good for me, and get on your hands and knees.” His voice came out in a low growl, hands moving away from you completely to take off his own sweatpants, throwing them blindly across the room while you quickly got into the position he wanted.

“Look At you kitten, all nice and spread out for me, your already a mess.” You moaned as his fingers ghosted over your dripping cunt, before a hard smack hit your ass cheek making you yelp. You glanced over your shoulder at him, taking in the way his fist pumped over his length a few times, spreading the precum over him as a lubricant. Not that it was really needed but still. “Please…” your voice felt small as you asked for him. Just the way he liked it.

“Be a good girl and wait.” You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, arching your back slightly so your ass wiggled a bit. You heard a breathy laugh from behind you and let your head fall limp, hanging pitifully between your arms as you waited for him to enter you. “Tell me how much you want me.” Oh He was definitely getting possessive, cocky even. Your gut instinct was right, your heat and Rut were soon, much much sooner than you thought. That was all that you could focus on, the panic climbing its way up your spine until the words tumbled from your lips

“I want you so bad Yoongi, So fucking bad. Please…” you heard him grunt, his fist still slowly pumping his cock as he decided on what to say next. “Please What Baby? Tell me what you want.” You moaned, hands fisting the blankets as you swallowed your pride and gave into the submission. “I want your cock Yoongi, please, fuck me…” your cheeks heated at your words, the idea of anyone overhearing you say that made you blush harder.

“Not good enough baby, tell me just how bad you need me…” He was enjoying this almost too much. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re going to make me beg?” This definitely wasn’t how you expected this to go. Honestly you thought it would be softer and sweet. Hell fucking no. “You’re going to have to make me want you more before you get me to beg cat-eyes.” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, waiting for a response, instead you were met with a sharp slap to your ass.

Yoongi’s hand came to grip your hair and yank it back, “I’ll make sure you’re begging me to stop then kitten.” A low groan left your lips as he let go of your hair roughly, forcing your head down against the pillows. You half yelled half moaned when you felt Yoongi buried his ace between your thighs, tongue licking fat stripes up your core. “F..fuck.” You received another harsh smack to your ass before he growled “good kittens don’t use such vile language. Don’t do it again.” You turned your face into the pillows, hoping they would muffle your moans as yoongi’s tongue delved between your folds

Your whole body felt achy, the all to familiar feeling of worms spreading through you veins before subsiding again like clockwork. Your mind was too fogged with pleasure to care as yoongi had just wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud and was sucking harshly. Jolts of pleasure shooting through your body almost in time witht he waves of heat. “Y..y..fuck.” It slipped past your lips without a thought and you received yet another harsh smack. You fliched into the pillows, a guttural moan leaving your lips as you found yourself enjoying the sting.

His tongue prodded softly at your entrance,a s if debating what way he wanted to torture you. You whined as he pulled away all together, leaning back on heels to take in your form. Ass up in the air, head pressed to the pillows, fists clutching the sheets as your own arousal began to drip down your thighs. “M..more.” He smirked down at you even through your couldn’t see it. Hands coming up to grip both your cheeks and spreading them, enjoying your whimper of protest as he let them go to instead grip your thighs. Spreading them further apart so more of your aching core was exposed to his hungry eyes.

“So pretty like this kitten, submissive as always.” You would have laughed if your didn’t feel so turned on by those words. Somewhere in the back of your mind you felt yourself being scolded by your more sane and not falling into heat self. However the day or two before your heat began always caused you to lose a bit of your morals hour by hour. Until the damned thing came full force, the constant want and need for attention, affection, sex and the undying urge to get pregnant haunted you day and night for the next five days. Theywere a lot to deal with — rather messy as well — and by the end of it, as your brain came back to sanity, you always found yourself blushing thinking off all the theings you had said and begged to no one but the toys you used to satisfy yourself.

You were pulled from your thoughts with a loud gasp, yoongi had sunk two fingers in with no warning before his mouth delved back to torture your clit. You gasped as Yoongi slipped a third finger in, your arousal making it slick enough that he could slip it in with ease. Your eyes squeezed shut, body tensing and shaking with each brush of your g-spot as he massaged and thrusted into you. Your release came a lot sooner than you expected, a loud gasp leaving your lips as you tensed, a mind numbing orgasm washing over you as your thighs shook in attempted to keep yourself up.

All too soon Yoongi left you again, fingers retracting and warm lips leaving your aching cunt as he admired the sight in front of him. “Good kitten, squirting like that.” Your whole body felt hot — not the on coming heat hot, but embarrassment hot. “I..what..” you heard the chuckle leave his lips and buried your face further into the pillows. “Squirt Kitten, thats what you did, and it was pretty hot.” You must have looked like a tomato at this point. “Now tell me my little Kitten, do you want me now?” You moaned, you did. You really fucking wanted him, so you swallowed your pride and gave into your desires. “Yes…’

“What as that? I didn’t hear you.” You whined and turned your head to the side so your cheek rested on the pillow. “Yes.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw him smirk. “Yes what?” You groaned — if you were going to swallow your pride you might as well swallow it whole. “I want you to fuck me, please i need you to…” that seemed to be more than enough for him, after a Moment you felt his dull tip press into your entrance. You both moaned as his cock slipped in, stretching you and filling you perfectly — a long sigh leaving your lips as he bottomed out.

“Up kitten, hands and knees, not face and knees.” You groaned, struggling for a moment to get yourself balanced on your hands and knees — his hand gripping your hips with bruising force as he waited for you to tell him to move. “Please…” you let your head fall as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, thrusts a bit messy before he couldn’t he right pace, slamming his hips against yours till the only noise in the room was skin slapping against skin and your joined moans.

“Yes, yes...oh my f..” his hand swatted your sore ass cheek before you could curse, the word dying on you lips as his hand came around to rub your clit. “Come on kitten, lets see how many times you can come.” You felt the familiar build up again, walls clenching around his length as you attempted to chase the feeling, “shit…” Yoongi groaned from behind you, had you not been so set on chasing your high you would have scolded him for swearing — if you couldn’t then why could he? But you clenched again, this time longer as Yoongi’s fingers didn’t cease their attack. You gasped out as you finally fell over the edge - eyes squeezing shut as a silent moan left your lips.

All the while yoongi continued to thrust, hips moving with ease as a squelching noise accompanied the slapping. Your cheeks heated, slightly embarrassed but too lost to your lust to care. “More, please.” Yoongi’s lips kissed up your spine, smiling against the skin “so greedy… so greedy…” you moaned again, whimpers leaving your lips as you replaced his hand with your own, fingers moving skillfully to stimulate the small bud. Incoherent words leaving your Lips as your thighs quivered with each of his thrusts. “Holy fuck…” yoongi’s voice was hoarse, relishing in the sensations as your walls seemed to grip his cock like a vice.

You began pushing your hips back against his, meeting each of his thrusts as you became desperate for your third release. “Please, i need more, I’m so close, faster…” the pleas left your lips a mile a minute, almost incompressible had yoongi not been able to make out a few words. This time he moved harder, angling your hips so he could reach new depths before thrusting hard and fast - determined to reach both your’s and his end. You clenched around him again, fingers moving quicker as gasps left your lips, your release was right there, you could almost grasp it.

Though it seems yoongi had other plans, his hips stuttered into yours and you felt his release spill into you, all the while your fingers never stopped, gasping as finally you came, hard yet again, clenching around yoongi with a vice like grip, strangles gasps leaving both your lips and his before you collapsed against the sheets. “Fucking hell” was all you could muster as Yoongi pulled out of you, collapsing on the sheets beside you. “Keep your ass up, I don’t want to clean my cum up yet.” You laughed softly, getting yourself comfortable as you made sure to keep your ass jutted up.

“We need to talk.” Your voice was hoarse, taking in Yoongi’s form, chest heaving and eyes shut as his hair was now a sticking everywhere. “Mmhmm?” He didn't even open your eyes and you laughed - “i don’t need my eyes open to hear y/n.” Well he wasn’t wrong, you shrugged to yourself before speaking. “My heat Yoongi, it's gonna be here by tomorrow night.” You waited for a moment, eyes scanning his features as you waited for a response. “I know.” He said finally and you gawked at him. “You know?” He nodded, eyes never opening as he shifted to his side. “I could tell by how you felt around me y/n, it was like your insides were on fire.”

“What about your rut?” You lifted yourself up with much effort, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a tissue. You looked down between your legs, expecting to see yoongi’s release to be trailing out, instead there was nothing. You raised your eyebrow for a moment before shrugging and collapsing next to yoongi once more. You noticed Yoongi’s eyes closed again — he had been watching you. “It will start when your heat does — which means tomorrow at the earliest.” You nodded, snuggling up to him and placing soft kisses on his chest. “We need to pack then.” You spoke Between each kiss, your small obsession of kissing him (“small”) growing by the minute.

“It will only take about an hour to get there by foot, so if we want to be there before night fall we will have to pack and leave a few hours before dusk.” You nodded, already beyond exhausted just at the thought. “We should go swimming.” You raised an eyebrow “now?” He nodded, bottom lip jutting out a bit. “I like to try and swim at least once a day and it's been 3 since i was last down there.” You sighed, nodded “sure we can go swim.” His eyes seemed to light up at that and for a moment your felt your heart stop, eyes glued to this side of yoongi you hadn’t seen.

You by no means were scared of the river, but after the encounter with Jinyoung you definitely never wanted to go down there alone ever again. “Let me go get my swimsuit out of my room and I’ll be back in five minutes.” You got out of his bed and grabbed his tee shirt off the ground, throwing it over your form before kissing his cheek and heading out, all the while his eyes remained glued to you before you were out of sight. His shirt fell to your mid-thigh, thankfully covering everything but not leaving much to the imagination either.

Your feet padded carefully down the hall towards your room, you prayed no one was up here. Sadly it seems someone was. “Y/n!” You turned to look over your shoulder, Jungkook was just leaving his room. “Hey Gguk.” He seemed to take in your form for a moment, eyes trialing up and taking note that you smelled — or well reeked — of Yoongi. “So i take it you and hyung ended up taking Tae’s advice after all.” A small smirk formed on his features and you blushed. “Well I’d be dense to even attempt to deny it, so yes we did.” Jungkook raised an eyebrow “how many times since last night?” You gawked at him “the whole house heard you two last night — or well Jimin did and he told me.” You snorted at that frick and frack — “three times Ggukie.” A grin took over his features “nice!” This conversation is something else.

You laughed, the absurdity of this conversation becoming comical. “Is Jiminie with you?” You watched his eyes bug out of his head for a moment “what makes you ask that?” You decided to tease him a bit “you smell like him.” You began moving towards your room, grabbing the knob and twisting “Cherish him Gguk, he’s a great guy.” You shot him a wink before entering your room and closing the door behind you - leaving a flustered Jungkook behind.

You threw on a swimsuit and grabbed a towel and were out of your room in under three minutes. “Yoongi you have a towel right?” You opened his door and leaned against the frame, watching yoongi throw a tee shirt over his head with his swim trunks on, you adjusted his shirt over your swimsuit clad body and laughed as he ran off to the bathroom to grab one. He appeared a moment later with a child like grin on his face. “Ready?” You smiled , part of you getting giddy as well — all it was was swimming but something about it seemed so normal, as if it was a date.

“You’re excited about this.” You raised an eyebrow at yoongi’s blunt statement. “Yes I am, aren’t you?” You felt your heart sink a little, worried that you were overreacting. “No I am, I just think it’s cute how excited you seem for our little date.” You smiled at the word date - as if the two of you didn’t just fuck three times. “I’m just excited to spend time with you cat eyes, all we’ve been doing is talking a little and the fucking.” A genuine laugh left Yoongi and you nearly tripped down the stairs.

“I mean technically that’s more intimate than talking.” You snorted, he wasn’t wrong at all, but at the same time, just simply hanging out and talking could feel just as intimate. You reached the landing of the stairs and glanced around the open area, no sign of any of the others, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It wasn’t like you were going to avoid them for the rest of your life — but right now you could do without the teasing.

“Move your ass Yoongi I don’t wanna deal with teasing right now.” You heard him chuckle behind you as you took off in a sprint. Somewhere in the back of you noted that your ankle was healed considering you could run perfectly fine. You burst through the front door and took of towards the trees, Yoongi jogging behind you laughing. You leaped easily over the dirt and fallen branches, nimble as always.

You skidded to a halt a minute later, making it to the river banks before Yoongi. You whipped your head around, making sure he was still behind you — he was — just a few meters back. “Quick as always.” You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks, it was the first time Yoongi ever complimented you on your skills. “You aren’t bad yourself cat eyes, managing to keep up with me.”

You could see the retort forming and instead pulled the tee shirt over your head and dove into the water, sighing as you resurfaced - cool water calming your hot skin. “Come On cat eyes…” you smirked as he stared at you, eyes seemingly hungry again. “Already?” He rolled his eyes at that, as if being horny almost constantly was new information. “Dumb question I know.” You noted how he seemed to have a tent in his shorts, laughter bubbled up in You as you began to swim away.

“You’ll have to catch me if you want me Yoongi…” as you moved through the water you glanced back, watching as he accepted your challenge and dove into the water a moment later. Adrenaline pumped through your veins along with excitement. A game of cat and mouse — except with a good ending if you were caught. You moved down the river with ease, strong legs propelling you along as you taunted Yoongi from behind you.

“Come on cat eyes, come and get me. I know you want me.” You spun around, letting him get close before jumping out of his reach. Enjoying the annoyed growls that left his lips. “My kitten likes playing games doesn’t She, looks like she’ll have to be punished.” You felt a pang of arousal shoot to your core, anyone could see you two right now, and it excited you. “Only if you can catch me cat eyes.” You were right in his grasp before you dove under the water and moved further away, surfacing ten feet away from him.

Determination outshining the lust in his eyes as he dove towards you, moving just as quick as you had. You gasped as he dove under the water, laugher bubbling up in you again and you anticipated him to reappear. However what you didn’t anticipate was for him to pop up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist in a tight grip as his lips came up to the shell of your ear. “Got you kitten.” You squealed , laughing all the while he nibbles on your ear and tickled your sides. “Damnit Yoongi!”

You laughed as he spun you around in the water, turning you to face him with a cheeky grin. “Well since i got you…” the lust returned in his eyes so fast you did a double take, moving your head in without any thought to capture his lips against yours. “This will never get old.” You groaned against his lips, tongue poking at his bottom lip before nipping at it with your teeth. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling on the wet strands as Yoongi stumbled through the water back to the banks of the river.

He let you down against the banks, the grass tickling your back slightly. He crawled up to hover over you, situating himself snuggly between your thighs. “Round four?” His voice was deep and guttural, head snuggling between your neck and scenting you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I’m down.” It took less than three minutes for you and yoongi to be stripped of all your clothing. “We are ridiculous you know that?” Yoongi laughed against your lips, hands lifting your thighs to position the dull head of his cock against your entrance.

“We really are, now in.” This was the sex you expected earlier, giggly and laid-back. Ironic considering you were literally doing it in the grass, by the river, near the woods, where anyone, literally anyone— could see you. He slide in easily, girth stretching you nicely as he thrusted slowly, lazily almost, face buried in your neck as he made more bruises along your neck. Littering your skin with even more of his markings.

His thrusts became sloppy and quick, calloused fingers coming down to rub your sensitive bud rapidly. “A..and this is … what we … call...a..a quickie.” Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, hips slamming into yours a few more times before they stuttered, release spilling out of him and painting your walls in white. A few more seconds and you followed after him, gasping slight as your thighs quivered. “No more sex.” Yoongi collapsed onto you laughing as you poked his cheek. “No more till we get to the Cabin, at this rate we will sleep through the whole damn thing.”

You separated and grabbed your swimsuits, jumping into the river once more to cool down and wash off. “So What should we pack?” You let the water come up to your shoulders, the cooling touch relaxing you as well as clearing your head. “Not much, we don’t really...need clothing? I would guess maybe 2 shirts 2 pairs of pants, 5 pairs of underwear?” You perked up “And why so much underwear?” Yoongi slicked back his hair and looked at you. “Before And after, it gets messy down there for omega’s doesn’t it?” Well…

“You make a good point, but it’s not as if I’m going to be wearing my underwear for the duration of those five days.” You watched him with curious eyes, noting how he seemed to think of more reasons. “Well lots of things can happen y/n, as hidden as the cabin might be you don't know who could find it.” You knew what he was hinting at, not wanting to say his name out loud in case it scared you or made you panic. “Jinyoung wouldn’t be able to find us Yoongi, and if he did he would be an idiot to try and touch an omega in heat with her mate.”

“But jinyoung is an idiot. God just his name makes my blood boil.” You raised an eyebrow , so he avoided his name for his own emotions. “Jinyoung might be an idiot in your eyes Yoongi, but I know him, I lived with him for a while. I was with him for a while. I know how his brain works—for the most part.” You could tell yoongi’s mood changed, he seemed unsettled by something. “What’s up Cat-eyes? Did I say something?” He looked up at you, as if he had been suddenly woken up from a dream.

“It’s just, did he ever force you…?” He left the question open ended, to afraid to say the words out loud. You waded through the water quickly wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. “No he didn’t Yoongi, I was too blind to realize how bad he was, but nothing he and I did together— sexually — was against my will.” You felt the tension leave his body, lips pressed to the crown of your head for a moment before hugging you tightly. “You want to head back baby?” Baby.

You felt an odd sense of belonging when he called you that. “Call me that more often please.” You couldn’t see it, but a gummy like grin graced yoongi’s face. “I’ll call you baby all you want baby. If that’s what you like.”

You smiled - “thank you.”

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comicteaparty · 4 years

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July 11th-July 17th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from July 11th, 2020 to July 17th, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

How do you personally stay motivated and/or disciplined enough to work on your story?

🌈ERROR404 🌈

being under schedule DEFINITELY being under schedule

there has been nothing that has lit a stronger fire under my ass than self appointed deadlines

eliushi [Keyspace]

Deadlines definitely help for me! I also find talking with supportive fellow comic folks, writers and artists very inspiring Their successes help me focus on my work too!

carcarchu

I'm motivated by the desire to see how my story ends

eliushi [Keyspace]

That is also very true and very much the Mood

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

I agree with self-appointed deadlines, but also just my eagerness for future scenes propel me. And a little bit of a desire for other people to see a bit of the world that's in my head.

eliushi [Keyspace]

I desire to see the world inside your head

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

Hahaha, and I desire to share it

Seriously though, as much as I write for myself, I get an obscene amount of motivation from seeing other people getting excited about my story.

I thrive on the curiosity and eagerness of others, and the potential for others to love my characters just as I do

Feather J. Fern

For me, I think motivation for me is "If I get this done, I can show my friend who is really excited about my comic" Because you always need that one hype friend who wants to see your comic

Cronaj ~{Whispers of the Past}~

100%

A hype friend or family member can be a great motivator!

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

Scheduling, deadlines, having other people to talk about your work... Definitively my top 3. But also, if for some reason I'm not motivated to do a particular thing, I like to think why is that exactly? Is this page/scene not convincing ME? what can I change to fix that?

Deo101 [Millennium]

^^^ YES!!! 9/10 times if I'm not working on a page it's cause I'm not feeling it 100%, and restarting the page to try something different helps almost always!!!

So I stay motivated by keeping it fresh, and also yeah deadlines help a lot

shadowhood {SunnyxRain}

Personally? Just hanging around people who also art and seeing how they work. Also trying to keep myself physically healthy because I can't focus on my work if I'm not up to par.

DanitheCarutor

You know, in spite of how busy my life has gotten within the past couple months (Now balancing housework with a job that keeps me away from home for 12-13 hours a day.), the two things keeping me motivated are seeing certain scenes play out and the ending. I have some really major events coming up and I want to see them happen, I want to see that development from where everything began pay off, and I want the characters to get that satisfying ending they worked hard for. Also I really want to see readers reactions, making people upset with my characters and what they're going through is my jam and admittedly a major driving point for me to continue working on my comic.

eliushi [Keyspace]

The emotional connection is key!

persephinnie

Having a support group of friends, even if not exactly friends but peers and mutuals in online communities does so much wonders! And also not necessarily having a strict structure on my end, but telling myself every week what progress needs to get done and writing it down instead of keeping it all in my thoughts helps tremendously.

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I'm very motivated by producing the next parts/end of the story

Getting to future scenes

shadowhood {SunnyxRain}

Fanart is also a biiiig motivator for me. Just the idea/fact that people took the time, care and love to draw my ocs makes me a lot more motivated to tell my story even more, because it means that people care enough to want to see more

TaliePlume

My family mostly my brothers are a huge motivation because they have been through a lot and and there's not that many comics with positive Haitian representation. I wanted to dedicate my comic to them.

GuildmasterPhill

I just started uploading my comic on webtoons now, as well as my main website. Hopefully it can reach more people that way!

In terms of staying motivated, Any amount of feedback from readers is key. I want to connect with them through my art, and if they let me know it's working, then I just gotta keep going!

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

When I can I treat Wayfinders like a full time job. That helps because then I have my usual working schedule and then I just work away! When I have a job I take small breaks to help Q out, like five min breaks, and work on it in weekends and evenings

So motivation is not a problem. I want to make this story so bad. I want to work creatively on my own stories every every day

crittybonbon

I used to be quite motivated by my readers, not wanting to disappoint them by missing updates. But I realized that this was actually causing me a lot of stress and anxiety. Now I'm mainly motivated by strict schedules and habits ("Tuesdays from 8pm-10pm" is my sketch the whole page night, ect). I have a kid now and also work FT so I take my schedules seriously, I cant delay or procrastinate like I used to because I have to balance work and family. On that some note and if Im sick or something I will push the update a day or two and I try not to feel too bad it, your readers will wait. But it did take me years to develop a good work ethic.

Artem Ficta (Ring Spell)

I don't have many readers so I stay motivated purely by my love of the story, my habit of drawing, and my desire for a finished product.

Miranda (Into the Swell)

I feel like my story is what keeps me motivated. I finally have a story that I'm very invested in and it's made it so much easier to keep working on it. But I think also knowing that people are reading my comic would be a good motivator as well. I've also found an art style that I genuinely enjoy drawing and improving at so it's fun to see the improvement as I work on pages.

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

I want to tell these characters' stories. And I want my readers to know what happens to them. Every page I make is a step closer toward that

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I relate much more to the recent love of story comments than the friends and readers comments

i wanna get to the good partsss

i love my endinggg

and i refuse to be yet another incomplete webcomic

Desnik

I stay motivated by having a critique group to share with on a regular basis. If I have no progress ready to show I feel bad

AntiBunny

I agree that point. My motivation is to get these stories out of my head and into the world, or they might just build up until my head explodes.

Yung Skrimp (Carefree)

Motivation where you at

Mitzi (Trophallaxis)

squeakin in just before the deadline to add that, and this might sound a tad mean, spite honestly keeps me motivated to make art and continue my comic/other art pursuits There have been people who tell me I should be doing something else with my life (to put it nicely), and what better revenge than to keep improving and putting more and more of my work out there for people to see?? ain't no one getting rid of me lmao

carcarchu

i feel ya on the spite thing mitzi, the best revenge i can get against the people who doubted me is to flourish

varethane

I think my main drive is being extremely hype to have people outside of my own brain get excited about the story things I have planned. These moments I daydream about.... if someone else can share that dream even for a moment, that's what I want (just realized this wording is extremely sappy skdjdhfbf sorry)

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Ah no I think it's lovely the way you worded that

Shizamura 🌟 O Sarilho

Hahahaha [I laugh but deep inside in just... Uwu.. Same]

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Deep same. I do want to see the story come to life for myself as well, but it wouldn't be the same without potential audience engagement. If I were to do this in a total vacuum, I'd probably just do illustrations of my top favorite scenes only.

But it's a little bit more complex than that in practice. Drawing all the scenes enriches my own understanding of/ love for those favorite scenes. It's got the opposite of vicious cycle effect going on.

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aquaminwrites · 5 years

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Skin Deep: 08

Pairing: Yoongi x Tattoo Artist!Reader (M/F) Genre: Friends to lovers, slow burn. Eventual smut. Rating: 18+ Warnings: Sexual situations, the 95 line being...the 95 line Word Count: 5.5K

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A/N: Only two chapters left! Say it with me--FINALLY. I hope you enjoy. PS. Smut next chapter. That is all. Let me know what you think!

You can’t remember the last time you were so nervous.

Showing up unannounced at someone’s place is completely unlike you, but after your talk with Namjoon, you feel emboldened and want nothing more than to see Yoongi again. Two weeks is the longest you’ve been without hearing his voice or seeing his face since the two of you became friends all those months ago. You hadn’t realized how much you’d adapted your schedule to include him until he was suddenly gone.

You manage to slip through the lobby of the building just as another resident is leaving, riding the elevator up to the seventh floor. You find yourself standing in front of his door now, nothing separating the two of you except a slab of wood.

You knock. Once, twice, three times.

You’re met with nothing but silence.

The breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding escapes your slightly parted lips in a sad sigh, and you think to yourself that maybe you should have called or texted him beforehand to at least make sure he was home.

But Hoseok said he’d been holed up in his place for the last few weeks, not even stopping by HopeWorld to watch Jimin and Jungkook dance like he usually did, even before he’d known you.

You wait another minute before you lower your head, and begin to dejectedly turn on your heel. It’s at that moment that the door swings open, and you’re suddenly face to face with a very stunned looking Min Yoongi.

God, it feels like an eternity since you’ve seen him. His inky hair is a little unkempt and dark circles are forming under his eyes, his loose black t-shirt hanging limply off his frame. He looks a little thinner, sallow, and it breaks your heart to know that you are the cause of this.

“Y/N…” he whispers out, voice pitched slightly in confusion. “W-what are you doing here?”

“I…” you begin, unsure of what to say. You offer up a small smile. “Can I come in?”

That seems to snap Yoongi out of his daze. “Yeah,” he replies, stepping aside to usher you in. “Yeah, of course.”

The apartment is just like how you remember, albeit a little messier than the last time you were there. Yoongi used to joke that he never really had company before, and ever since you started frequenting his place, he kept it pretty much spotless. It seems as if he’s reverted to how it was before—not horribly messy, but definitely more cluttered than it had been since your last visit.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Yoongi asks as he moves from the doorway over to the kitchen.

You shake your head, gesturing to the couch. “Can we talk?”

You notice as he wipes the palms of his hands against the denim of his jeans. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

You sit down on one end of the couch, and Yoongi sits on the other, as far away from you as possible. You look over at him and frown.

“Do you hate me?”

He seems shocked by your question, whipping his head over to balk at you. “What? No, of course not. Almost the exact opposite, actually,” he states with a forced sounding laugh.

You bite at your lower lip before quietly asking, “Then how come you’re all the way over there?”

He gapes at you momentarily before acquiescing and scooting a little closer. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but not far enough to make it seem like he’s avoiding you.

Your lips quirk up just a touch before you’re turning away from his gaze, staring down at your feet. The two of you sit in an awkward, uncomfortable silence before you finally speak up.

“I’m sorry.”

Yoongi can’t help the scoff that escapes his throat. “Don’t do that.”

You immediately look back at him, confusion painting your features, your forehead creasing slightly as your brows furrow. “What?”

“Don’t apologize,” he clarifies, sounding so tired, weary down to his bones. “Don’t apologize to me like you did something wrong. It just makes me feel like more of an asshole.”

Your lower lip begins to tremble without your permission, and you clasp your hands together in your lap as you return to fixing your eyes to the ground. “Sorry,” you rasp out again. “And…sorry for saying sorry.”

You can’t see him, but you can tell that Yoongi’s shoulders are slumped, his back hunched as he sighs loudly beside you. “Look…this…this isn’t how I wanted this conversation to go. When I’d imagined us having this talk in my head, it was so much simpler. And I just—h-hey, are you crying?”

“No,” you hiccup, hastily swiping at your eyes, fully turning your head away from him. You feel the couch cushions shift as Yoongi moves closer, and then you feel his arms winding around you as he tugs you to his chest.

“Baby,” he murmurs, rubbing slow, comforting circles against your back. The term of endearment doesn’t escape your notice, and you allow yourself to relax against him, breathing him in for the first time in weeks. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you mumble, which is immediately followed by a sniffle. Yoongi croaks out a laugh, his shoulders shaking gently as his grip on you tightens. You find yourself laughing too through the tears, and you swear you feel the gentle press of his lips against the crown of your head.

“We’re really bad at this, huh?” He asks quietly once you’ve calmed down.

“Yeah,” you can’t help but agree, though you make no attempt to move from his grasp. He takes that as a sign and grips you tighter.

“I should be the one apologizing to you,” he admonishes. “The way I spoke to you that day…I had no right. It was fucked up. I shouldn’t have tried anything, shouldn’t have tried to kiss you, especially after the run-in with your ex. Definitely shouldn’t have blown up at you afterwards, as if it was your fault, or something.”

Yoongi sighs, his voice starting to waver.

“When you never called me back or texted me, I just…I assumed you hated me for what I said. I figured that I lost my chance with you, the first person in a really, really fucking long time that I’ve ever cared about. I’m not…I’m not good with emotions, and I’m not the best at expressing myself when it comes to these things. But all I know is that you are the only person in the entire fucking world that I want to be with every single day.”

You shift away from him just enough that you can look into his eyes, his confession startling you. This is the first time you’ve ever heard Yoongi speak this way, and you bite your tongue as he continues.

“I want to learn everything about you, and I want to learn new things with you. I want to teach you piano and sound production, and I want you to teach me about tattooing and its history. I want to be able to hold your hand and wake up beside you, and it kills me every day that I can’t, because I want to. I want to so fucking badly. And when I said those things…the way you looked at me made me feel like we were strangers all over again. And I fucking hate myself for hurting you, Y/N. You deserve better. You deserve more than I can give.”

The silence that settles between the two of you is palpable, and Yoongi can’t help but shy away from your eyes. He sniffs loudly, trying to play it off as if he isn’t on the verge of tears, and you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“What if…” You clear your throat, taking hold of one of his hands. You love his hands—they’re the hands of a musician, of a creator, of a poet. “What if I don’t want ‘better’?”

Yoongi looks at you, confused. “W-what?”

“What if I don’t want ‘better’?” You repeat with a little more conviction. “I still owe you an apology, Yoongi. Even if you don’t think that I do. I led you on—maybe because I liked the attention you gave me at first. But I do really like you. And I promise you that I’m not lying about that. I should have told you sooner. And if Namjoon hadn’t showed up at my shop that day, I know that things would have been different. What if we’re both just fucked up, damaged people, and all I want is you and everything that comes with you? What if I want you to teach me piano, and to teach you about tattooing? And what if I just want to kiss you in front of your friends just to get them to shut up?”

At this point, it’s hard to tell what Yoongi resembles more—a human, or a fish out of water.

After a second, he blurts, “Wait, what?”

You can’t help but giggle at that, bringing your finger under his chin to close his mouth before dropping your hand back to grasp onto his. “Everything that you said that day was right. Sometimes I feel the need to save people, and it can be self-serving. And maybe that’s why what you said stung so much, because no one has ever been that transparent with me before. But honestly, looking back now, I needed to hear that. The reason why I never called you back or texted you was because I was too scared to listen to the voicemail you sent me. I thought maybe you’d gotten drunk and called to yell at me again, to tell me that you never wanted to see me and that whatever this was,” you gesture between the two of you, “was over. And I didn’t want us to be over. Not when we hadn’t even begun.”

You sigh, shaking your head.

“I spent a long time being part of a couple, and I lost a lot of who I was in the process. And then through therapy, and by just being alone, I was able to figure out who I was again. I felt empty for a really, really long time. And then when I met you,” you smile, biting your lip slightly, “it was the first time in forever that I actually felt whole.”

Yoongi tilts his body to face yours fully, his eyes shining with desperation. “I need you to know how sorry I am about what I said. It could have been a conversation, but instead I just…fucking exploded. If I could take it all back, I would. Every day, I think about how lucky I am to know someone like you. You make me a better person, and I actually like who I am when I’m with you. When I said I wasn’t expecting to fall for someone like you, I meant that I never expected to know someone as kind, as smart, as talented, and as earth-shatteringly beautiful as you. I mean, look at me. I’m basically a goblin by comparison.”

That earns a genuine laugh out of you, and you swat genially at his chest as you shake your head. “I don’t know. You’re pretty cute for a goblin.”

“I mean it,” he insists. “Well, not so much about the goblin part. But the rest is all true. I never had a reason to like myself before I met you. And then you came into my life and you changed everything. You mean so fucking much to me, you know? The two weeks we spent apart were some of the most miserable I’ve ever experienced, and that was just because you weren’t there with me, in my studio, sitting on my couch, pretending to draw and watching me work on my music instead. I don’t know how you did it, but you became my everything, and I just…I need you.”

“If it’s any consolation,” you admit, “I was miserable without you, too.”

Yoongi shifts to scratch at the back of his ear, a bashful smile on his face. “That kind of makes me feel a little better, yeah.”

You giggle, and then take a second to just look at him again. You take in the softness of his gaze as he watches you, the tiniest upward curve of his lips, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. His eyes dart down to your mouth, lingering there for a moment, and it takes a second to register how close he is now. You can nearly count every single one of his eyelashes as you feel the warmth of his breath dancing across your skin.

Yoongi blinks, his eyes searching yours. Finally, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You breathe out the tiniest sigh of relief, unable to stop the smile that spreads across your face. “Yes. Please.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he brushes your hair away from your face, and you feel your heart thrumming in your chest at the anticipation. But to your surprise, you feel Yoongi’s lips press gently against the curve of your neck, over the lines of your peony tattoo. The sensation makes you shiver, and you can tell that he’s smiling gently against your skin.

Yoongi continues, kissing softly up your neck as you tilt your head to give him more access. His lips find the edge of your jaw, and you feel your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. He trails sweet kisses along your cheek, his hand coming to caress your face. He angles you towards him just slightly before his lips finally find yours, and it’s like the entire world falls away until there’s nothing remaining but you and him.

His lips are soft, but also a little hesitant as they move with yours, almost as if he’s still asking for forgiveness. You bring your hand up to cover his own that’s cupping your jaw, pulling away for just a second. He doesn’t shy away from your gaze, and you smile, running your thumb along his fingers in a comforting gesture that tells him It’s alright, I’m sorry too, I want you, I need you, I forgive you.

And so he kisses you again.

You tilt your head slightly to change the angle, deepening it as he lets out the tiniest moan against your mouth. His tongue traces along the seam of your lips and your hands move to card through his soft, silky hair as you open for him. Everything about him is overwhelming—the taste of his tongue as it slots against yours, the feel of his hands as they slide under your shirt, thumbs massaging gentle circles against your waist.

Months of longing and desire, secret subtle touches and fleeting glances all culminate in this moment, and you allow yourself to sink into the feeling of kissing him, kissing Yoongi, the man who completely changed your life without you noticing.

He shifts and pulls you onto his lap, your knees falling on either side of his waist as you straddle him. Yoongi tugs you impossibly close, so close that you’re grinding against the growing ache that begins to stiffen in the confines of his jeans. You place a hand on his chest and pull away from him, though you don’t want to, and press a soft peck to the corner of his mouth.

“I spoke to Namjoon.”

Yoongi’s hands don’t stray from your hips, but he narrows his eyes, lips flattening into a thin line. “You really want to talk about your ex? Right now?”

You sigh, running the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone. Like a man starved for affection, he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he basks in the sensation.

“I just…” You begin, taking in all the details of his beautiful face. “He was a big part of my life, but I want you to know that I don’t have feelings for him anymore. I don’t want that to ever be a thought that crosses your mind. He knows how I feel about you, and he respects that. But when I got together with Namjoon, we rushed into things. And I don’t want to rush with you.” Your eyes dart down to the growing bulge in his pants before shifting back up to look at him. When you do, he’s blushing. “Is that…is that okay?”

Yoongi replies by kissing you again, and you swear, you’ll never get sick of this feeling, of his mouth slanting against yours.

“I waited my whole life for you,” he breathes against your skin, pecking you once, twice, three times. “I can wait a little longer.”

You scrunch up your nose as he peppers kisses all over your face, unable to stop yourself from giggling like a teenager as he nuzzles against you.

“Go on a date with me,” you whisper against his mouth, your nose grazing his.

He raises an eyebrow, though his eyes remain closed. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking you out?”

“What can I say, I’m a progressive woman,” you joke, moving off of him. You rise, tugging him up with you. He immediately loops his arms around your waist, your arms curling around his neck as he pulls you close. “So, what do you say?”

Yoongi tilts his head back, pursing his lips as he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “I don’t know…”

“Yoongi!” You whine, a pout beginning to form.

He looks down at you and laughs, only making you frown more. “You’re cute, you know that?”

You start to blush, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “Shut up.”

“Are you being shy?” He teases, pinching your side until you yelp and swat at his arm. “Ow! I’m just kidding, yeesh.” Yoongi leans down and kisses your cheek, and you feel your blush deepen. “Where do you want to go?”

You take his hand, leading him towards the door. “Anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”

—

The two of you wander for a while, hand in hand, finally just being able to enjoy each other’s presence without holding anything back. You find yourselves near the waterfront, where the summer carnival is set up in a large, empty lot. Colourful lights twinkle throughout the stalls and midway rides, the smell of deep-fried food wafting through your nostrils. The laughter of children fills the air, along with different kinds of music from all sorts of directions, creating a melodious cacophony that only a carnival can produce. The ferris wheel lights up the evening sky, and you think to yourself that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Yoongi gestures at the ring toss game. “Want me to win you a stuffed animal? Or are you too progressive to let me try to impress you?”

You roll your eyes, leaning into him. “Half these games are rigged, aren’t they?”

“Y/N!” He whines. “Let me try. Please?”

You can’t help but chuckle before finally conceding. “Okay. But don’t spend more than five dollars or I’ll feel bad!”

“Too late,” he hollers, handing the woman who runs the stall a ten dollar bill. She chortles at the two of you, commenting on What a cute couple you are, before handing Yoongi a dozen rings. Your face is beet red as you slap a hand against your cheek, watching as Yoongi takes aim at the rows of green glass bottles in front of him. He only needs to make one ringer in order to win a prize.

He makes five.

“And you doubted me,” he gloats, unable to hide the smugness from his tone as he hands you an ostentatiously large stuffed bear. “Where are you gonna keep this thing?”

You hug the plush toy to your chest, chin resting atop its soft head. “I don’t know. My studio has some room. Or maybe my apartment.”

Yoongi grasps your free hand and the two of you wander down the midway together. “You know, I still haven’t been over to your place.”

“You will,” you say simply, smiling up at him. “Eventually.”

Yoongi nods, understanding that your privacy is extremely important to you. You continue to walk along the rows of booths together, talking about nothing and everything all at once. It’s almost as if the two weeks of radio silence never happened, and you are so thankful for that because being with Yoongi just feels so right. It would have been a terrible shame if the two of you were to never speak again because of what was essentially a misunderstanding. But as he links his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, you forget about everything aside from this moment, and the way he looks at you with nothing but affection in his catlike eyes.

You’re heading over to the food vendors when all of a sudden, you hear a familiar voice calling out your name.

“Y/N-noona! Yoongi-hyung!”

The two of you turn to see none other than Jimin and Taehyung—the former is waving frantically at you, while the latter is busy stuffing a giant soft pretzel into his mouth. Jimin drags Taehyung over to where the two of you are standing, opening his mouth to say something before staring at your joined hands and openly balking.

“FINALLY!”

“Jesus, Jimin, keep your voice down, we’re in public,” Yoongi grumbles, clearly embarrassed. You lift yourself up onto your tiptoes and peck him on the cheek. He then turns to you, his eyes wide as saucers. “We’re in public!”

“When did this happen?” Taehyung asks, his mouth full of pretzel, though you can tell by his eyes that he’s trying to smile as he chews.

“It’s new,” you admit, resting your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. You can tell by now that he’s not super comfortable with public displays of affection, if the shy apprehension on his face is anything to go by, but you just can’t help yourself. Now that you’re able to hold him and touch him whenever you want, you never want to let go.

“It’s just a date,” he grumbles out, clearly a little embarrassed. “Don’t make a big deal of it.”

You reach up to flick right between his eyebrows, and he yelps out a protest. Turning back to the other two, you say, “We were just going to grab something to eat. You want to join us?”

“Sure!” Jimin claps. “I haven’t eaten yet. Tae-Tae was supposed to share his pretzel, but…” He glances sideward at his friend, who lets out a tiny burp. “He inhaled the whole thing.”

“I’m a growing boy!”

“You were supposed to share!”

“Hyung will buy you fries or something,” Yoongi mutters, gesturing to the food stall. “Can one of you guys go grab us a table? We’ll be there in a second.”

“I want fries too!”

Jimin scoffs. “Taehyung! Don’t be greedy!”

“I’m a growing boy!”

Yoongi turns to you, his eyes glazed over with indifference. “Should we just let them starve instead?”

You tap your finger against your chin, pretending to be contemplative. “Well, Taehyung did have that pretzel just now, so it’s not like he’ll die right away…”

“The fuck?” Taehyung practically hollers before Jimin shushes him by smacking the back of his head, gesturing to the numerous children in the close vicinity. “The fuck,” he repeats, in a hushed whisper.

“Go get a table,” Yoongi barks, shoving a pointed finger in the direction of the seating area. The two younger men immediately straighten up and scuttle away, but not before Jimin snatches the infant-sized teddy bear from your arms, pretending as if it’s an actual kid. Yoongi sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as you loop both arms around his middle, pressing a kiss to his chin. A dusting of pink flushes his cheeks as he mumbles out a whine. “Baby.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” you grin, reaching up to peck at his lips. “C’mon. The line is moving.”

“Says the woman clinging to me like a koala.”

You raise an eyebrow with a smirk, detaching yourself to hold onto his hand instead. “Not a fan of PDA?”

Yoongi opens his mouth to retort, but instead just ends up chuckling sheepishly. “Not sure, to be honest. Never really had a girlfriend to have PDA with.”

You give his hand a light squeeze, your tone purposely flippant. “Oh, so I’m your girlfriend now, huh? I thought this was just a date.”

He glares at you. “Don’t start.”

You can’t help but laugh, your other hand coming to rub against his lean bicep. “I like you, Yoongi.”

He looks down at you, his eyes soft with affection. His free hand rises to tilt your chin slightly skyward, and he kisses you on the mouth, witnesses be damned. “I like you too.”

The two of you finally detach from each other long enough to grab a tray of fries, hot dogs, burgers, and fountain drinks. You meander over to where Jimin and Taehyung are sitting with your stuffed toy, the bear occupying its own seat on the picnic bench. Their eyes light up at the sight of all the food, and Yoongi fixes Taehyung with a glare that has him folding his hands in his lap instead of reaching out to grab at the fries.

“So,” Jimin drawls, mouth half full of deep fried potato as he watches the two of you. You’re sitting beside Yoongi, who is eating with one hand, his other draped protectively around your waist as you lean into him. “Now that you two are finally together, when’s the wedding?”

Yoongi almost chokes on his burger, and you cough loudly as the pop you’re drinking goes down the wrong pipe.

“This is our first date,” Yoongi hisses once he’s sure he isn’t going to die.

You vehemently agree. And then you have to ask, “How long have all of you been waiting for this to happen?”

Jimin ponders, drumming his fingers against his chin in faux-thought. Finally, after a dramatic pause, he replies, “The second Yoongi-hyung brought you into HopeWorld for the first time.”

Your eyes widen, and you turn to Yoongi in disbelief. “You liked me for that long?”

He’s clearly embarrassed now, chin propped up on his free hand, eyes darting everywhere but the three (four, including that giant bear) of you. He mumbles out something you can’t quite hear, and you poke him hard in the ribs until he speaks up. “I may have liked you since the moment we met,” he admits.

“You what?” You cry out in disbelief. “But you were such a dick to me at the bar that time!”

“Because Hoseok was all over you!” He protests. “Do you know how annoying it was to see one of my best friends flirting with you, and you looking like you were into it? I thought for sure I had no chance.” His eyes soften, and his grip on your waist tightens. “I mean, look at you. I still can’t believe you like me back.”

You look down, biting back a smile when you hear the sudden click of a camera and a flash of light. Confused, you glance up at Taehyung, who has produced an older looking film camera out of seemingly nowhere, his big, boxy grin on full display.

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding apologetic at all. “Too cute of a moment to pass up.”

You simply laugh, shaking your head.

I’ve got to ask Tae for a copy of that photo.

—

The night winds down, and you and Yoongi bid farewell to Jimin and Taehyung. Yoongi insists on walking you back to your apartment. As much fun as it was to hang out with the others, being alone with him, strolling hand in hand, is definitely your favourite part of the night.

The two of you talk about nothing and everything on the long walk back to your place. You talk about your separate careers, what to name the giant teddy bear (you offer to name it Hoseok, just to bug him—it works, he glares at you for a solid sixty seconds), and the infamous choreographed dance that Yoongi still has to do for you. He jokes that he’ll just offer you a lap dance instead, but immediately retracts it once he seems the glimmer in your eyes.

You finally reach the front steps of your building, and you turn to Yoongi, setting the bear on the ground for a moment.

“I’m glad we had a chance to talk and sort out our shit. I had a lot of fun tonight.” You smile, as his hands find your waist, tugging you closer.

“Me too,” he agrees quietly as you loop your arms around his neck. He doesn’t waste any more time, dipping down to kiss you.

Your fingers twine through his hair as he presses you flush against him, the tiniest moan escaping you as he nibbles on your lower lip. You’re drunk on the taste of him as his tongue dips into your mouth and he crowds you against the brick wall, hands wandering lower grip at the curve of your ass.

He’s sinful and surprisingly dominant as his lips move with yours, one hand sliding down the back of your thigh to hitch over his waist. You cling to his shoulders and let out a whine as he grinds into you, the thick sound of saliva permeating the air as you lose all sense of time and space, wrapped up in everything that is Min Yoongi.

You wanted to take things slow, but having his body flush with yours, being able to feel his heartbeat against your chest, you’re starting to question your own rule. You want to break it badly, so badly, and you’re about to say fuck it and invite him upstairs to have your way with him when he pulls away from the kiss, moving to run the tip of his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I want you so bad,” he pants, and you can tell, by the stiffness in his jeans that is pressing deliciously against your core. His teeth nip at the most sensitive part of your neck, and you gasp out his name. But just as suddenly as this all starts, he’s moving away, lowering your leg and sliding his hands back up to a respectable position on your waist. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

You think that you probably look insane, hair mussed and lips kiss-swollen as you pant, eyes searching his. “What…” You begin, but need to start over as the air returns to your lungs. “What was all that, then?”

Yoongi winks at you, pressing an almost comically chaste kiss to the curve of your cheek. “Something to think about for next time,” he offers.

You huff out a laugh, your forehead dropping against his shoulder. “You’re making this really hard for me.”

Yoongi narrow his eyes playfully. “Did you just make a pun?” He asks, eyes darting down to the semi he’s currently rocking, that is still poking you through his pants.

Bursting out laughing, your body shakes as he joins in, and the two of you just stand there outside your apartment building, holding each other without a care in the world. After a moment, you look up at him, your hands coming to rest on either side of his face. You pull him in for another kiss, thinking about all that time wasted not being able to touch him this way since your first meeting nearly six months ago.

You pull away, hands resting on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat against your palm, and he looks at you with eyes full of affection and longing.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You offer, and he nods with a smile.

“See you tomorrow.” He kisses you one last time before scooping the teddy bear off the ground, dusting it off and handing it back to you. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you reply, almost sounding bashful as you slip through the front door. You can’t help but giggle as you watch Yoongi waddle away while adjusting his crotch through the window. You shake your head and head to the elevator, biting your lip as you hug your teddy bear close to your chest.

You reach your apartment, and once you’re inside, you lean against the door, and let out a huge sigh of happiness. You place the bear gingerly on your couch before pulling your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your contacts until you find the familiar name. You click it and bring your phone to your ear, flopping down onto your bed with a giant, stupid smile on your face.

Junghyun’s voice fills your ears as you snort out a laugh. Seems like he’s been waiting for this call for a long damn time.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

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Have I ever told you...? [#3]

Have I ever told you when I met my bae?

Let's focus: we are on 2011's summer, July. I was 18 yo.

Chiwiki's Pantano, aka "paradise".

I'd just split with my boyfriend Mike, in May. I really liked him, like, a friend. He was smart and funny, but nothing more, so I said to him that we should be friends. I think that we talked like 8 times that year, and byebye. Anyways.

I went to the Pantano in July, I think that the first weekend of July. You know, my father, Courtney, that sissy boy, Bruno, babyDamien and me. In a car, I don't understand how. We arrived to my favourite place in the world, my Pantano house. We entered our rooms (I used to share mine with B) and turned on our pc. Bruno was like 13 yo, he was into videogames and books, I remember that he brought an entire bag full of books, mistery books, crafts books... That morning, we played videogames on our pc and after have lunch, we started to set our pool and filled it. Then, we went for a ride. We walked by the woods and laughed hard. That afternoon, his friends arrived and I freed him, I went to the dam and I looked at the water while I smoke joints, alone. That night, I came back home and I lied with my brother.

Next week (we spent the first week swimming in our pool, nothing happened), my father said to me that he has to go with Courtney a few days out. My mind exploded with one word: "PARTY". So the same night, I started organizing everything. I remember that I made posters and I gave them to everyone. So, the party was pinned on July 9th, I believe it was saturday.

EVERYONE came, people from Chiwiki, from Spain, from everywhere. My house was about to blow.

*Hey Google, play “Blow" by Kesha*

Imagine, like 100 people dancing, doing drugs and alcohol in my familiar house, it was pretty awesome. I remember seeing people that I didn't talked with in my fucking entire life, people that I didn't even met. By that moment, I was dancing with Gwen, that arrived that afternoon, and we filled with weed, coke, vodka, jägger and a few pills.

And by the people, there she was. Talking to a friend (now I know that he was Kion), with a cup in her hand and a joint in the other. The first I thought when I saw her was "Who the fuck is that and why haven't I met her before?". I tried to call her attention in a thousand ways, I needed to know her. It didn't work, so I walked up to her and bumped into her and said "oh, sorry, hi". She answered "hi" while she laughed. I said her my name and she said hers to me, I asked "what?" bc I didn't understood it, and she repeated it to me. I repeated it for her and she said "yeah!". I spilled her cup, so I asked her what was she drinking and she said "jägger with lemon", so I brought to her another cup. I remember that she made a sign to Kion and he left, dancing like a clown. We talked, flirted and ended kissing in my pool. At 6 A.M, people started to leave and she told me that we should talk the next day, so I asked for her number and I remember I was literally shaking. She gave me her number and she left, after kissing me one last time.

Next day, I almost die trying to catch some service on my phone and when I could, I sent her a message that said: “Hey, I’m Joan. I hope you remember about me”. She answered fast: “how could I forget about you, despise the hungover xd”. I spent the next 2 days looking for her between the houses, by watching out everyone that stayed there, but I didn’t found her. So the 3rd day after, I sent her another text: “I cannot wait to see you again and kiss you. On the dam in 10 min? XO, Joan” and I went to the dam, quickly. I remember dress myself with a weed bikini and a top, and the first short-jeans I found. I remember too that Courtney asked me where I was going, and I remember that I said “you don’t care” and I left the house running

I was listening to “L’amour tousjours” in the moment I saw her coming to me, with a videocamera recording at herself and a guitar hanging on her back.

*Hey Google, play “L’amour tousjours" by Gigi D’Agostino*

I think that in that moment, watching her walking to me, laughing and explaining things to that camera, i fell in love with her. I only wanted to be with her all the time, listening to her, to her words and her laugh, ask for her life and knowing everything about her. I wanted to make her laugh, I wanted to hug her, to fuck her, to kiss her, to lie with her. Share everything in my life with her. Hearing how she played that guitar, show her how I played mine, asking her why was she recording herself… everything.

She arrived and smiled at me saying “hey”. I wave at her and asked her what the hell was she doing. She told me that she had a Youtube channel where she uploaded everything she did in her life, like in a videoblog or “vlog”, how she called it. Then, I asked if she played the guitar, and she said yes, and that she used to write some songs too. I ask her if she could show me some. We went to a more private place near the dam and she played a song that she was writing at that time, “Walk of Shame”. I died inside with her voice, so natural, so beautiful. Then, she said to me “do you play the guitar” and I said yes, I don’t know why, bc after that, I panicked. She offered me her guitar and I said no, but she insisted, so I played “I love Rock ’n Roll” by Joan Jett. Like 1 minute. Then I returned her guitar laughing and hiding my red face with my hair. After that, we went down, to the swamp shore and we sat there, watching at the water and talking about our lives. Then, we kissed again and made out for a while. Then, Gwen arrived with her “summer boyfriend” (?), I don’t know. But they brought some alcohol and weed, so we drank and smoke by there, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t wanted to accept it, but I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

We hanged out the next days, we made love in my parents bedroom the same day they arrived, (phew.). We started dating officially on July 17th and we spent 2 months of relationship together on Pantano, happy and with a smile in my face 24/7. I know one video on particular on her youtube channel that I remember like if it was recorded yesterday.

But September came. Our relationship lasted 5 months, ‘till November.

Anyways, I'm not going to tell that shit, that’s the story about how I met my bae.

#storytime #hiety #Spotify

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Don’t Judge Sweet & Sour- Chapter 17: Danger

Is there an expiration for dreams? And can anyone achieve them alone?

Summary: Lee Maia (OC) is the daughter of Big Bang’s manager and has basically lived her life helping out behind the scenes of idols. She finally decides to defy her father’s wishes and finds herself auditioning for Big Hit Entertainment. But through a series of events is instead, offered a deal; in order to debut, she has to last a full year as a manager, stylist, and coordi for genius producer Min Yoongi, infamous among the staff world as being particular and rude. Desperate and hard-headed, she accepts the challenge and finds herself in the midst of psychological warfare with Bangtan’s talented rapper-producer. Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae, knowledgeable on all things related to Big Bang, steps out of his comfort zone and reaches out to help Maia through her hard times. Adding in the unique vibrant personalities of the rest of the Bangtan Boys and unexpected development of feelings, will Maia become the manager and friend the boys need? And will she survive the year and achieve her dream of debuting as an idol?

Yoongi x Lee Maia (OC) x Jungkook (ft. BTS members, Manager Sejin) Fluff, Angst

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A/N: Finally got a chance to post the rest of the chapters I wrote last weekend <3 Enjoy!

"Hey, Mai-Mai. You're light right? Can you step on my back?" Jin asked.

"I um wouldn't say I'm light..." she mumbled.

"My back really hurts. Can you?" Jin pleaded, making his eyes wide for the full puppy effect.

"Um sure...but I might crush you..." She worried, but Jin just laughed and sprawled on the ground ecstatically.

"Please and thank you ~" He sang lightly.

Maia slipped out of her shoes and warily stepped on Jin's back.

"Perfect." He exhaled.

She wobbled, about to stumble off, but was hurriedly steadied by a firm hand holding hers. Surprised, she glanced at Jungkook smiling shyly beside her.

"I got you." He reassured.

"Thanks." She smiled as she reached for Jungkook's other one to fully capture her balance.

Jungkook squeezed her hand tightly to make sure she didn't fall, smiling at her worried, yet concentrated expression as she tried her best not to hurt Jin.

"I want a massage too!" Hoseok raised his hand.

Jin hummed contently as Maia stepped off of him. And due to Jin's sudden movement to get up, she was lunged forward into Jungkook.

The younger inhaled, as their bodies touched, their hands still locked.

"My turn!" Hoseok immediately took Jin's spot next.

Maia looked up and smiled at Jungkook. "You don't mind holding on for a little longer do you?"

At a loss for words, he shook his head frantically while looking up, at anyone but her. He continued to be her support as she massaged the other members, trying his best to stifle the threat of his heart and head exploding right then and there.

"Maia. Can you pick up something for me?" Manager Sejin walked into the room, unfazed by whatever was happening. "Go with JK's stylist. She needs to get something too."

"Sure." She hopped off and let go of Jungkook's hands. And without another word, she hurried out of the room, despite the complaints of needing a massage still from some of the unattended members.

Jungkook glanced down at his fingers, still tingling with her skin on his, then at the door she had just disappeared through. His lips curled up timidly before he returned his attention to the others.

Maia hummed as she strolled back to her van with the documents the manager had asked her to grab, and Jungkook's stylist also rushed in with a few accessories she had forgotten. Without a problem, they got back on the road. But suddenly, Maia was overcome with a bad feeling at the pit of her stomach as he noticed something odd. She glanced at her rear view mirror frequently, but despite making some unnecessary lane switches and turns, the same car was still behind her.

They were being followed.

"Can you call Manager Sejin?" She instructed the stylist. "Tell him there's a car following us and to call the police to the broadcasting station."

"Wh-what?" She nervously asked.

"Please." Maia urged.

Hurriedly, the stylist fumbled for her phone, doing as she was told.

"Maia, are you sure?" Sejin spoke through the speaker, concerned.

"I'm sure. I've made ridiculous turns to try to lose them, but they're still on my tail." she stated.

"The police have been notified. But what're you going to do?"

"I'm going to pull up in front of the broadcasting station, and I want you to get out as fast as you can." She told the stylist. "Get your camera ready to tape a video so just in case they get away, you get their license plate."

"I --but you--"

She smiled warmly. "I'll be okay. We don't know what this person's aim is just yet."

"The police are here, Maia." Sejin confirmed. "They know your situation. I gave them your location."

"We're almost at the station then."

Hurriedly, she parked in front of the station and as planned, the stylist jumped out, already recording with her cell phone. In no time, the car slammed into the back of the van at full force, propelling the vehicle forward. The stylist screeched at what she was witnessing. Another car that seemingly had been parked, followed suit and crashed into Maia's van from the front, sandwiching her. The windows shattered from the impact, and all Maia could do was shut her eyes and brace herself. The cars backed up and attempted to make a get away, but the police were at the scene within a few seconds.

"Where is this girl?" Yoongi complained as his legs bounced impatiently.

He was obediently in his make-up chair at the time Maia had messaged him to be ready, but she wasn't there, even though her kit was already set up as usual. Another few minutes passed and he was about to get up and look for her angrily when he heard the door knob turn.

"WHERE IN THE WORLD--" he started yelling, but fell silent as he saw the state she was in. "Mai..."

"Sorry I'm late." She laughed nervously as she approached the mirror.

"Mai...what happened?" He tried to stand up, but her firm hand pushed him back into the chair.

"Just stay still." She whispered.

He studied the gashes on her face and spotted her hands trembling as she fiddled with her brushes and palettes.

"Mai, you're shaking." He commented. "What happened to you?"

On cue, Manager Sejin burst into the room, answering his question. "Maia, you should be resting! What're you doing here? You were just in an accident!"

Yoongi's eyes snapped from Sejin immediately to Maia.

"She what?!"

"They found that the attackers were two crazed self-proclaimed fans, trying to get rid of her." Sejin explained.

Maia remained silent as she struggled to open up her palette, "I'll rest after I finish his make-up."

"Someone else can do it for once." Manager Sejin glanced at Yoongi pleadingly.

"You know how particular he is. I'm fine." She mumbled.

Yoongi opened his mouth, "I --"

Maia glared at him.

Sejin exhaled, knowing he wasn't going to convince her. "Fine, but rest right after. Please?"

Maia nodded, and they were left alone in the room once more.

"Mai." Yoongi reached out to touch her cheek. "You're bleeding."

"Am I?" She said half-heartedly.

He covered her hands with his. "And you're shaking still. Mai, let me go to someone else for make-up. I can suck it up for once."

"No. Let me ...just." She closed her eyes, her voice wavering. "Let me just do it. It helps me calm down okay?"

Yoongi stared at her in contemplation but he couldn't disregard the sincerity and desperation in her expression, so he grabbed the palette from her hand, helping her open it with ease. She smiled at him gratefully, picking up her brush. Leaning forward, her hands continued to shake as she attempted to swipe eye shadow on his eyelids.

"Ah shit." She cursed, frustrated at her body.

He saw her eyes watering and his body moved instinctively. Yoongi grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, hugging her tightly.

"Thank you for coming back in one piece. And... I'm sorry." He whispered.

Maia burst into tears, and Yoongi stood up to fully envelop her in his chest, letting her cry.

Jungkook hurriedly barged in after hearing the news from his stylist and happened upon the scene. His heart wrenched at witnessing Maia sobbing, and he wished there was more he could do. He stepped out sadly. He had run immediately to her after hearing the news, but what had he expected to do for her?

After his make-up was done, Yoongi wordlessly slipped out of the room, knowing Maia needed space.

On the other hand, waiting patiently, Jungkook finally saw his opportunity and scurried into the room with alcohol and cotton to sterilize her wounds. It was the only thing he could think of to help.

"Jungkook?" She sniffled as she looked up, her eyes red and puffy.

He held up his kit with a weak smile, hoping it'd be a reasonable enough excuse to be with her at this moment. She smiled thankfully and shifted over to give him space on the couch. Jungkook sat beside her and began pouring alcohol onto the cotton balls.

"You cried, hm?" he teased.

"Why? Do I look ugly now?" She chuckled.

"You never look ugly."

Maia chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the pep talk."

"I'm serious." Jungkook whispered.

Maia blushed.

Jungkook studied her face intently, "You definitely look pretty right now."

She averted her eyes, "Yeah right. With my battle scar?"

"It makes you prettier." He grinned, not knowing where he got all this confidence. But he knew that he would say and do just about anything to brighten her mood.

Maia smiled warmly, "Thanks, Jungkook."

They fell into an awkward silence, both timid and embarrassed.

After awhile, Maia noticed Jungkook tightening his fist and tensing up. She looked up at him; he was in deep, concentrated thought. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just upset."

"Why?"

"What did you do to deserve this?"

Maia smiled sadly and looked down at her hands, "I'm just glad it wasn't any of you guys."

"Stop it." Jungkook grabbed her hand, earning her attention. He was glaring at her angrily. "Regardless of being famous or not, you're important. Just because we're known doesn't mean we're any better."

She blinked at him taken aback.

"You're valuable to me okay!" He bellowed and looked pained.

Maia blushed. "Jungkook?"

He exhaled and ran his hands exasperatedly through his hair. "Just. Next time...tell me you're leaving. Let me say goodbye properly. But I really wish you would stop putting yourself in danger in order to save us."

Maia nodded timidly, not used to this side of Jungkook.

"Don't go anywhere without us anymore." He pleaded firmly.

She chuckled, "I'm pretty sure it's the other way around."

Jungkook's lips curled up, "I don't mind that."

Maia grinned and fixed his hair, "I'm safe now, and I feel better thanks to you. Just do well on stage and don't mention it to the ARMYs, okay? It's not their fault. And I don't consider someone who would do that one of them."

Jungkook nodded understandably, "I can keep the secret... but I don't think Suga-hyung can. He's already interrogating the staff outside."

"Is he?" Maia laughed incredulously.

"You know him." he shrugged, happy to see that Maia's mood was much better than when he came in.

"Thank you." She held his hand warmly. "Go practice now, Kookie."

"Mhm, get some rest."

Once their performance ended and she was fast asleep, Yoongi snuck back into the room holding a cute character band-aid in his grasp. Gently, he placed the band-aid on the large cut on her cheek, and he allowed his fingers to trace the outline of her face forlornly. He had overheard her conversation with Jungkook, and it filled him with a lot of thoughts and emotions.

"I don't know what I would've done either...if I didn't get to say bye...if it had been our fault and you got seriously hurt." He whispered. "I didn't even know where you were like a fool. But... thank you for coming to me first."

He leaned forward, moving closer to her face, and then gasped, realizing his own actions. Hurriedly, he stepped back, putting some distance between him. His heart was racing. What was his body doing on its own?

The door opened and Yoongi scrambled away, flying into his chair to act nonchalantly. It must've not been completely convincing since he was met with Jungkook's curious stare.

"We're going to take her home Manager Sejin said." He commented.

"Oh okay." Yoongi nodded, still trying to calm himself.

Jungkook squinted his eyes at Yoongi for a few more seconds before walking over and easily scooping up Maia in his arms. Yoongi bit his lip in annoyance at Jungkook's display of strength.

"I could've done that." he mumbled.

Jungkook heard and fought back a chuckle, knowing full well his hyung wouldn't have been able to. He pulled Maia closer to his chest, savoring the feeling of her in his arms with him being able to protect her for once.

CHAPTER 18

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The unfaithful Wife ( Jimin * OC)

Chapter 10

“The samples all taste absolutely perfect. You’ve outdone yourself.” Jung Kook smiled wide and I felt relief flood through me.

“I’m so glad to hear that. I can tell your fiancé isn’t very forthcoming with opinions. I was very worried about disappointing him.” I grimaced and Jung Kook chuckled.

“Yoongi tends to scare people with his grumpy face but he’s actually a pretty nice guy. I’m glad you didn’t make any of the cakes pink, that may have made him explode.” He grinned.

“You guys seem so different from each other. It's amazing that you've made this work. " i shook my head, genuinely puzzled. Jung Kook hesitated and then gave me a little smile.

"I won't lie that it was easy. We both had to change a lot of things about ourselves to fit in with each other. But I don't regret it. I mean, sure I could have taken the easy way out, dated someone similar but something tells me that just knowing how hard we've worked to make our relationship last, is going to keep us happy for a long time." He smiled.

I didn't say anything.I felt oddly inexperienced to comment on relationships, seeing as I'd somehow messed the only one I'd ever had.

"I heard about you and Jimin hyung." Jung Kook beat me to it and I hesitated.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago. We're... working things out now I guess." I said softly, still thinking of how Jimin had left without saying goodbye the previous night.

"I've known Jimin hyung for a long time and well, honestly we're a lot alike, him and I. We both think and fully believe that we don't really deserve a perfect love."

"Jung Kook..."

"Yoongi cheated on me. Once, early in the relationship." Jung Kook said bluntly and I shut my mouth in shock.

"I'm so sorry..."

"No. It's alright. We were very early in our relationship and I guess hyung never even considered it as cheating so it was totally not the same thing as you and Jimin but... I think I know where Jimin hyung is coming from. I mean, I used to think that only a couple who aren't really in love would break up over cheating. I mean, if you really love someone you should be able to forgive them right? You should be able to look past your own hurt and try to work on the relationship. But when it happened to me, I realized it's actually the other way round. The more you love someone, the harder it is to get over infidelity. I know that because, six years ago, I took Yoongi back even though he slept with someone else. Today, I wouldn't be able to forgive him that easily... "

"Why are you telling me this..."I said miserably.

"Because hyung loves you, very much. and you should know what it was like for him. I used to meet him sometimes, in those days. He didn't enjoy himself after sending you away, Minnie. He crumbled in on himself and became a walking shell of his former self. But he sent you away only because he would have likely done something very stupid and irrevocable if you'd ben around. "

"I never cheated on him..." I protested weakly.

"He didn't know that, did he? The thing is, Jimin always believed that you were too good for him and when he found out you were cheating, he actually felt relieved. He had spent so much time, fully convinced that he was enjoying something he was never meant to have in the first place that , you cheating just proved it to him. That you didn't love him. That you wanted someone better. In a way he thought he was setting you free, giving you what you wanted. What you deserved. "

I sighed and looked away.

"I don't think hyung will ever stop loving you." Jung Kook said finally and I felt my throat close up.

"I won't stop loving him either, Jung Kook. It's just that, after five years, it isn't so simple anymore. "

"It could be."

"Jung Kook..."

"If you want it to be, it could be just that simple. But you have to let go of the past. Stop letting it ruin your future."

"When did this turn into a love consultation?" I teased, eager to change the subject. He laughed embarrassed.

"I guess when you find happiness, you sort of wish everyone else does , as well. " He laughed.

But it didn't work the other way, I thought thankfully. when you experienced heartbreak, you wouldn't really wish it on anyone. Not even your worst enemy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Well, I look like crap...." i said firmly, staring at myself in the mirror and wrinkling my nose. It was Jung Kook and Yoongi's wedding , in a few hours and I'd finished making all the arrangements. All i had to do was get dressed and show up. Mrs. Min had been kind enough to hire other people to take care of in-house complaints or issues at the time of the wedding. Jin Hee was watching Jin Soo for the night and i was looking forward to having a night out on my own.

Jimin had been out of the country for the past few weeks, finishing a deal in Japan and he'd called me everyday. But it had been a formal, stilted conversation at best. He was busy stressed out, clearly not sleeping or eating right, from the tired tone of his voice and I had been too concerned to be annoyed. In the end I'd just begged him to take care of himself but he'd been almost absentminded and not really listening.

But now, I had bigger things to worry about, like not looking like a clown at the wedding. I was now twenty two weeks pregnant and my stomach was big enough to be more than a little distracting. I was always wary of knocking against stuff and it didn't help that it looked way too big on my slender frame. The dress I'd picked out for the wedding was a simple sheath dress but it looked ridiculously awkward with my belly sticking out. i groaned. I had never learnt to take pride in my pregnancy body the way some women did. I felt like an awkwardly waddling duck and nothing more.

But then, there was nothing else to be done.

Sighing , I finished putting the last touches to my makeup. I stumbled a little trying to get into the low heeled pumps and by the time i made it down, the car was already waiting. Jimin had sent his chauffeur to pick me up, although i didn't know if he was back in Korea yet or not. I wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing. We were both busy of course, him maybe a little more than me.

Sighing, I finished adding a nice chic jacket over my dress, the front opened to accommodate the curve of my belly. Sighing I picked up the small jeweled clutch and quickly smoothed some gloss over my lips as well.

The ride to the posh hotel took a little more than ten minutes and when i stepped out, i realized that I felt awkward and out of place. Most of the people were famous and rich, evident from the jewelry and expensive dresses. I quietly slipped through the back to the catering party. Once I went through the whole menu and the arrangements ( for the fiftieth time, really 0 I ran into Seokjin, busy bending over a tray of chocolate truffles, with white-cream frosting. He glanced up at me in genuine delight.

"Oh, there you are!! How are you, sweetheart?" H said fondly, talking through a mouthful of truffles. Io rolled my eyes.

"You shouldn't be stealing that. Those are for the guests..." i scolded laughingly and he whipped out his invitation from inside his jacket.

"i promise I'm not a wedding crasher, babe. You're looking real nice. Much better than the bimbo hanging off jimin's arm. "

I blinked.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Seokjin shrugged.

"I met her earlier. She apparently is here, all the way from Japan because she's ' curious ' about how someone so ' young ' as Jimin could be so very ' smart and successful' in such a cutthroat industry. Poor jimin is stuck chauffeuring her all over town. Although i doubt he's complaining. The woman is rather too pretty." Seokjin wrinkled his nose.

I just stared at him, too many different feelings churning around inside me in a thick, tangled web of emotions and I realized that it would be impossible to sort through them right now. So I shook my head rapidly.

"I didn't know he was back here..." I said calmly.

"He is... Anyway, I'm dateless for the night. Mind accompanying me in so I look less like a loser. I won't mind if you leave me afterwards. " Seokjin said brightly and I laughed at the awkward doctor. His old-school , awkward charm was rather adorably endearing. So i quickly linked my arm with his and let him lead me into the wedding hall through a side entrance. We met a few of Seokjin's friends and ten minutes later, Kim Taehyung appeared, looking undeniably handsome in a perfectly tailored white suit.

"Hi there, Minnie ssi..." He grinned cheerfully, mouth stretched in his signature boxy smile. I smiled back, gaze snapping a little when i caught sight of a familiar figure, just over Taehyung's shoulder.

Jimin saw me the exact moment i saw him and his gaze went very wide. I watched as he carefully removed the hand on his arm and i finally glimpsed the girl on his arm.

My mouth went dry .

The woman was breathtaking.

Feeling worse than a potato, i had a sudden huge urge to just run.

But it was too late, Jimin mumbled something into the woman's ear and she frowned briefly before nodding and then the two of them were making their way over to us. i gripped Seokjin a little harder than necessary and Jimin gave Taehyung a nice long glare before coming to a stop in front of me.

"Sweetheart, should you be standing around right now?" He said worriedly and the woman looked very surprised and very curious as she stared back and forth between us.

"Uh.. Hello... I'm Min Hee..." i said awkwardly, holding a hand out.

She didn't take it.

Instead she gave me a lofty stare and then turned to Jimin.

"Is she one of your employees , Jimin ssi?" She said icily and Jimin blinked a bit at the vehemence in her tone. I fought bacvk a smile. If the woman actually expected Jimin to understand her jealousy and reassure her, she was sorely mistaken. Jimin didn't recognize petty jealousy for what it was, which was one of the reasons he displayed it so often himself.

"Oh, no.. She's my wife. And those are my kids in there..." Jimin said with a grin, before reaching out and curving his palm around the curve of my waist.

"Park Jimin!!" I hissed in disbelief while Ms. Ice Princess looked downright mortified. But she stuttered an awkward congratulations and then moved away. I elbowed Jimin lightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Let's go out into the garden.. Excuse us gentlemen... " He said but both Seokjin and Taehyung were too busy holding a passing waiter hostage to notice. I let Jimin lead me into the balcony and then to sit on one of the marble benches in the corner.

"I'm sorry. I... I wanted to apologize for the way I behaved that night when we last met. I didn't have the right to be so jealous.... It wasn't right... it just..." Jimin was leaning against the parapet wall and I felt a pang of affection shoot through me. He was very handsome and very familiar and still very much the man i'd always loved and cared for. I supposed we'd gone past the stage of holding grudges, because most of my resentment melted out of me at the sight of him in the moonlight.

"Why didn't you tell me? That you'd suspected me of cheating." I said bluntly, patting the bench and watching as he carefully made over to sit next to me. i snuggled up close to him and he opened his suit jacket, letting me rest against his chest.

"I... I don't know. I guess i was afraid you'd break up with me so.."

"So you broke up with me instead?> That doesn't make any sense."

" I know. But then, none of it made sense to me back then. I was just... i don't know, relieved almost, that it was over. I was never meant to have you anyway and once you left I felt almost, at peace..." He said softly.

I sighed in defeat.

"Do you still feel that way?" I said finally.

He looked up surprised.

"What?"

"Do you still feel that you aren't meant to have me..." I whispered.

"No. No, I... now i feel like... like if it isn't you , it can't be anyone else. It has to be you. only you..." His voice cracked a little on the last phrase and i felt my breath speed up.

"Why don't you trust me?" I whispered, moving closer and lightly pressing my palm to his face. He shut his eyes at once and relaxed against my fingers, eyes fluttering a little as he bent down to capture my lips with his. I sighed, relaxing into the kiss deeply.

I felt my joints come unloose, suddenly aware of how tense I'd been all these weeks. I sighed and let him kiss me some more, selfishly enjoying the way he used his mouth against mine, his tongue licking into my mouth and offering me a sweet taste of him. I'd forgotten how good it felt just to kiss jimin, the way his hands pressed against my waist, the way he lightly traced circles with his thumb.

The way he framed my cheek with his palm, the way his fingers stroked my chin before moving up to tangle in my hair.

I gripped his shoulders a little harder and tried to steady myself, laughing a little when the added weight of the babies nearly made me tip over and jimin grinned, grabbing my waist softly and laughing against my ears, his breath warm ont he curve of my neck.

"I've got you..." He chuckled and i grinned back catching sight of the bright smile on his face, the soft curve of his smile and the way his eyes crinkled into half moons.

"I miss you.. All the time... " I choked out, my throat suddenly closing up. " Even when you're here.... i miss you.. Does that make sense..." I sniffled.

"Shush.. It's okay... i'm here.. for as long as you need me..." He said gently. I took a deep shuddering breath.

"I'm tired of running from this..." I whispered and Jimin sighed, kissing the top of my head.

"i'm sorry.." He said and I wondered when that had become the default status of our relationship. just constantly apologizing to each other . It didn't feel good.

"And I forgive you." I said loudly , firmly. " For everything. " I said softly . Jimin blinked.

"Minnie..."

"I'm serious... it's so hard, and draining, trying to hate you all the time. I don't want to do it anymore. Apparently my entire system is wired to love you no matter how much of a jerk you tend to be sometimes. So i've decided to just accept it now.." i sighed. " We're just stuck with each other for life. "

Jimin started laughing suddenly and i grinned grudgingly till i felt something soak the top of my head. I pulled away surprised.

"Are you crying?' " I said laughing. He shook his head.

"I don't know... Am I? God.. You have no idea how fucking happy i am right now" He was laughing really hard, but there were tears in his eyes and i sat looking at him, falling in love all over again . Suddenly, fireworks rang out and i jumped a bit, turning around to look at the sky. i wrinkled my nose and blinked.

"I can't see any of them.. where are they setting off the fireworks?" I whispered .

He didn’t reply.

“But the timing is amazing... almost like every single cliche scene from every mov-” i stopped when i felt his weight on me.

Jimin had slumped forward suddenly with a grunt and I flinched.

"Jimin you're crushing me!! What... " I grabbed his chest and tried to push him up when I felt it. Sticky wetness all over his chest and on my palm. Something dull and roaring went through my head and my entire body froze in morbid realization while my brain struggled to catch up.

i stared at Jimin...

His mouth was open in shock and his eyes wide in surprise.

I pulled my hand out of his jacket, stunned , staring stupidly at the red, dark wetness that was clinging to my fingers.

Blood.

"Oh my God.. jimin what..." I stared at his chest and with a sudden sickening understanding as I realized that I hadn't heard fireworks.

I had heard gunshots.

Someone had just shot my husband in the chest.

#i'm so evil #jimin smut #jimin fics #bts jimin #this is how i celebrate jimin's birthday #oh god why

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hiii could i pls get a SFW todoroki x female scenario with like, 10 minute sun heaven? you know the closet game where ppl get matched up randomly to spend 10 min in a dark closet. but neither have confessed to each other and they end up doing that? smth fluffy like that. thanks!!!!

Gods is anyone on here old enough to remember the olden days on quizilla where there were like a million 7 minutes in heaven quiz things per series and they were all super obvious questions and answers in order to get your favorite like:

What’s your favorite color?

- green

- explosions

- pink!!! ^ _ ^

- the inevitable death of my father

bc I just got the weirdest flashbacks to those omg lkajsda. Anywho, thanks for the throw back to those iconic times anon

Everyone was situated on the floor of the main room, snacks and drinks were strewn about around the couches and scattered amoung the circle of people on the floor. Looking around you could see a wide arrange of expressions plastered on everyone’s faces. Embarrassment, regret, anger, sadness, excitement, and a few neutral but worried expressions. You were feeling pretty much all of these emotions at once and your heart felt like it might explode as Kaminari placed the hat in the middle of the circle of teenagers. Maybe you could get out of this by passing out… You’d laugh about it if it wasn’t something that could legitimately happen. You checked your phone absentmindedly to try and disperse these rapidly approaching feelings of nervousness.

Someone to your left had bumped into but you ignored it trying to focus on some sort of game on your phone. It wasn’t until they bumped you again did you turn to look at them. You perked up seeing it was just Ochako and realized that those bumps were her trying to get your attention. She offered you a smile and nudged you again trying to get you to follow her eyes to someone. You squinted at her not being able to follow her trail of thought. It suddenly clicked after a few moments and you slowly looked in the direction her eyes were leading you. You squeaked catching none other than Todoroki looking at you. His eyes met with yours but you immediately broke your gaze to look back at your phone. You heard Ochako snicker by your side and you wondered if it was too late to cop out of this.

A hat was shoved into your face a moment later and you gingerly took one of the folded pieces of paper inside of it. The hat was passed on as you unfolded the paper to reveal the number one. Son of a bitch. You were going to have to go first which meant you would have to most opportunity to be stuck in a closet with someone you didn’t feel like sharing your personal space with. Groaning you pinched the bridge of your nose and glanced over at Ochako who was busy talking to Midoriya. She hadn’t looked at her piece of paper yet leaving you to sigh and fiddle with the corners of yours. Suddenly Kaminari spoke up to briefly go over the rules with a smug smile on his face. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, which pair has number one?” He asked to the circle of teenagers. Your heart practically jumped out of your chest when you saw the duo haired boy across from you raise his hand. Swallowing hard you raised you hand as well leaving your classmates to coo, wolf whistle, and make whatever other noises they thought fit to make.

The words, “unspoken mutual attraction,” could sum up your relationship with Todoroki pretty well. But you didn’t know that he liked you and he didn’t know that you liked him. So the two of you were a mess with each other most of the time when placed in the same group. He could keep his cool better than you, although he was too aloof to really notice your cheeks dusting with pink whenever he was around. So while you walked with him to the appointed closet you couldn’t help but notice that he was as calm as always. All you could do was nervously trail behind him until you were suddenly shoved into his back and into the cramped closet.

“Have fun you two!” Kaminari said coyly before slamming the door.

“Ah, are you okay? Sorry, someone shoved me.” You said trying to make space between the two of you. With a squeak you stumbled back and hit the door with a thud. For a second you could have sworn you felt your soul leaving your body and you would have rather that happen than embarrass yourself any further.

“I’m fine. Did you hit your head?” Todoroki asked. You heard him shuffle around and could barely make out his face in the darkness as he turned around to face you.

“Yeah I hit my head, but it’s not anything bad I promise.” You laughed lightly trying to break the awkwardness. “Though we can’t really do much about it now.”

Silence fell of the two of you for a few moments making you acutely aware of just how loud and fast your heartbeat was. You didn’t have much time to wonder if he could tell of you were nervous because you suddenly felt his arms wrap around your waist and tug you towards him. His name fell from your lips shakily while your hands flew up to press against his chest. Such a bold action was uncharacteristic of him and you definitely weren’t expecting this to happen.

“(Y/n), I have something to confess.” He murmured. Oh man, your face felt like it was on fire and you swore he could probably feel the heat radiating off your face. Your ears burned and your heartbeat seemed to have gotten louder in your ears.

“Y-yes? What is it Todoroki?” You stammered. The male paused before continuing on while you felt like you could scream from the anticipation.

“I realized that I have feelings for you…” He said slowly almost like he was trying to carefully choose his words. “Will you be by my side?”

About a thousand thoughts were racing through your head. Was this him asking you to be his girlfriend? Is this really happening? Should you just kiss him now or actually verbally reciprocate his feelings? You felt his grip on your waist loosen as if he had suddenly lost his edge. In a panic you reached up and pulled his face down to kiss him. He tensed up for a second obviously surprised by your sudden move. After a few seconds his grip on you tightened and he relaxed into the kiss. Pulling away you got a glimpse of his face before you looked away, face even hotter than before.

“Sorry I hesitated, I just wasn’t sure how to return your feelings so I just…” You trailed off into a pause and then cleared your throat before you continued. “But yes, I’d love to be by your side.”

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you until you started to drift towards each other for one more kiss. Fate had different plans, however, and the door swung open the second your lips connected. You pulled away immediately letting out a startled noise and almost fell over the closet supplies again. Looking up you saw Kaminari with the stupidest grin on his face before he called out to the others.

“Hah! You owe me 2000 yen Kirishima!” He yelled. The red haired boy responded with a whine while the others laughed and made a ruckus such as teenagers do. You could only hide your face in your hands as you walked out of the closet and back to the circle of your classmates Todoroki in tow. When you sat down with your newly found partner you saw Ochako shoot you a smug look leaving you to roll your eyes and move to try and hide your flushed face. Love is hard…

#bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha #todoroki shouto #mha imagines

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t0ngue-tech · 7 years

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All Yours

“You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.

Min-fucking-Yoongi.”

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The cool surface of the granite countertop rested against your elbow. You watched the hands of your wristwatch tick slower and slower as each second passed. You blew a breath of air upward, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. This felt like the longest shift of your life.

There was something about Thursdays at your university coffee shop that made it seem like barren land; except for maybe a couple of students and other adults who sat quietly, tapping away at their laptop keyboards. Maybe it was because other students were out in the town buying snacks and drinks to prepare for their usual Friday nights in the dormitories.

“Ugh, Jin! I’m dying here.” You spun around calling out for your co-worker who was cleaning a few of the ceramic cups.

A squeaky laugh left his full lips. “I know, me too. It’s almost closing anyways, go wipe down the tables and I’ll sweep back here.”

You sounded off with a quick aye-aye captain and walked around the counter with a damp rag in your hands.

Some of the students noticed the both of you doing your usual cleanups before closing, so they packed up their belongings and left the shop bidding their farewells. It was always bittersweet doing the closing shift because it got quieter and a bit more peaceful during the night. But what you hated the most was how long it took for the clock to strike 10:30 pm.

Little by little, the rest of the students got their refill in their to-go cups and left the coffee shop in drained yet high spirits. You began to stack up the first couple of chairs onto the glossed wooden table tops. You noticed, in your peripherals, Jin scooping matcha green tea powder into a plastic cup of milk.

“Meeting with Hani tonight?” Jin attempted to bite back his smile as he swirled the matcha around turning the milk into a pistachio green color. “How are things going with her anyways? She hasn’t come around in a while and it’s hard for me to see her too.”

Jin clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side. “Slow and steady, my sweet. And well, you know how it is for the microbiology majors nowadays.”

“Ah, yes. It must be heaven and hell for the bio lab floor to be open until 11 pm.”

Jin hummed and proceeded to stripping himself of the corduroy brown apron. He reached into his pocket to take a glimpse at the time. “Just ten more minutes—hey, look who arrived just in time.”

At first you groaned thinking dude, we just started to close up, but when you turned around to the entrance you found yourself staring at a familiar shade of blond hair messily tucked underneath a black beanie. He had a thick gray coat draped over him with his hands shoved in the pockets. “It’s fucking cold outside.”

“Welcome aboard, Min Yoongi. Late to the party as usual.” You sang putting up another chair.

“Ah well, it looks like the party died a while ago—you didn’t lock up the bathroom did you? Because I swear to god, I’m going to piss my pants.” The sound of his voice faded as we walked down the small hallway leading to the singular restroom.

Jin called out to you, tossing the keys to the coffee shop in your direction. “Looks like I’m leaving him to you. You could dim the lights, let the moonlight shine through and heat up some paninis.”

You scoffed at him threatening to whip him with the rag you had dangling from your apron. “You’re the worst, Jin. I hate working with you.”

He walked up to you and ruffled your hair before leaving. “Love you too, babe. Don’t forget to lock up!” You playfully swatted Jin’s away and watched him disappear into the October air.

“Geez.” You muttered with a soft chuckle. With whatever strength you had left you put up the last couple of chairs. Despite the study guide you wanted to get a head start on, you thought you deserved a piping hot bowl of spicy ramen back at your room. The vivid images of the delectable bowl of ramen that filtered your mind disappeared at the call of your name.

“Seokjin left?” Yoongi questioned taking a seat at the bar.

“Yeah. I think about a minute ago?” You made your way back behind the counter. “So what? Large iced americano, the usual?” You ask already grabbing one of the large plastic cups.

“No, it’s okay. Can I just get some water or something?” He simply declined, eyes not meeting yours.

Setting the plastic cup down, you leaned against the countertop to get a clearer view of Yoongi’s face.

“Okay. Spill it. What happened now?”

Yoongi’s eyes finally met your own. His eyebrows knitted together and he rested his cheek on his palm. He sometimes hated the fact that you knew him so well.

“Same shit, different day.”

Every other day for the past month, Yoongi had called you, showed up to your dorm room, or even stayed at the coffee shop until you were done with your shift. It took awhile to get information out of him because of how closed off he was, but you were eventually granted with his usual I’m-sorry-I-bottled-everything-up vent sessions.

You learned that he and his girlfriend of one year, Seolhyun, had been constantly arguing over everything that’s anything. At first, Yoongi tried to brush off the nights where Seolhyun would say she would be coming over but not show up. He attempted to ignore the time she spent on her phone instead of having a small conversation during dinner. Yoongi wasn’t the type to explode easily. He had always been laid back and at ease, but he was still a human being with many nerves and Seolhyun just happened to strike the last one. After confronting her about all of the shit she was doing, she had promised to do better and to communicate.

The promise was, of course, broken more than once and instead of getting angry with her, Yoongi just walked away.

“You know, there used to some sort of underlying reason as to why we would fight. But it’s like I can’t even breathe in the same room as her.”

You stood there for the brief moment of him ranting.

“I went to see her at her dorm and all I asked was ‘what did you do today?’ And she didn’t even look up from her phone when she answered me saying ‘nothing much.’” Yoongi exaggerated his tone voice at the end of his sentence. He brought his hands to his face and stretched his face muscles downward. “I didn’t even say anything when I left her dorm.”

The atmosphere was thick and silent. You had so much you wanted to say to him but now was not the time. Instead, you settled with a barely audible whisper of I’m sorry, Yoongi.

He shrugged his shoulders and hopped off the bar chair. He already knew what you thought of Seolhyun: a fucking stubborn bitch who doesn’t know the first thing about communication; your words, definitely not his.

“Could I stay at your dorm? I just—I really don’t want to go to mine.” Yoongi released himself of his coat to fix the thin sweater underneath. “Jungkook is probably playing Overwatch and my walls become paper thin the moment he starts gaming. Plus, you have a solo dorm. It’s ten times better than having a roommate, especially one who games every Monday and Thursday.”

How could you decline? Jungkook was a dear friend, but you knew exactly how competitive he was after staying late at their dorm one night. There was nothing but loud talking and curse words coming from behind his bedroom door.

“Fine with me, Yoongs. Just let me lock up first.”

You walked into the back room to retrieve your belongings. You did a final check of the espresso machines, the shelves of assorted coffee beans, and you made sure you locked up the bathroom.

Yoongi stood at the entrance patiently waiting for you to be done with whatever it was you were doing. He caught you approaching him whilst slipping on a cream cardigan. He clicked his tongue and reached for your school bag.

“Yoongi, hey, I can carry it you know.” He stayed quiet as he slipped his arms through the straps. You opened your mouth to protest, but he was now closer and trying to get you to wear his coat. “Yoongi. I’m okay! You said it’s freezing out there. Just wear your coat.”

You tried to move away from him, but he pouted and gently pulled a few strands of your hair. A quiet yelp left your lips as you mimicked his pout.

“Please just—” Yoongi opened up his coat for you to put you arms through. “I don’t want to argue, please. I’m so tired of arguing.”

The sound of his voice practically broke your heart. It was the sound of a month’s worth of petty arguing and possible sleepless nights. Without a word, you reached back to fit your arms into the sleeves of the coat.

The both of you walked out and a gust of wind whirled through right on cue. You were busy turning the key in the lock, but you swore you heard the sound of Yoongi’s teeth chattering. The soft click of the lock sounded and you immediately turned around to squint your eyes at Yoongi. He tried to play it off by biting down on his bottom lip, but it was obvious and he knew you weren’t that stupid.

“Here.” You stood as close as possible and hooked both of your arms around one of his. “Hopefully this helps a little.”

Yoongi let out a chuckle and broke free of your hold to drape his arm over your shoulders. He pulled you closer into in his side and on impulse, your around crept up beneath your backpack to capture his waist.

“I think this a little better.” He chuckled and took the first steps, guiding you down the path toward you dorm.

There was a god awful emptiness in your chest. You physically could feel the oxygen leaving every particle of your body. The hollowness sucked your throat dry, but you tried your best to keep a conversation with him without wavering.

↠↞

It almost seemed too natural the way Yoongi stole your dorm keys away from you in the elevator heading up to the eighth floor. Even more natural when he unlocked your door, kicking his shoes off near the entrance and making his way to your bedroom to drop your bag.

“Jesus, Yoongi. You could’ve at least neatly aligned your shoes with my other ones.” You shuffled his shoes with you sock covered feet. “Yoongi?”

“You got any water bottles left?” He nonchalantly asked, now in your small kitchen rummaging through your fridge.

“My god…” You muttered hanging his coat over one of your kitchen chairs. “Yoongi at least close my fridge, please?”

He stood in front of your opened refrigerator drinking half of his water bottle. A small laugh followed as he finally closed the door.

“I should’ve have signed up for a solo dorm instead.” Yoongi left the kitchen to drop your keys onto your kitchen table as well as his own lanyard filled with keys. “You’re practically living in an apartment.”

“But you love Jungkook.”

Yoongi scrunched his face, scanning his surroundings. “I guess.”

“You’re not hungry, Yoongs?”

“No. Just really, really, really exhausted.” You watched him disappear again into your bedroom like it was his own.

You also scanned your surroundings, eyes falling onto the black coffee table in your living room. The smooth surface looked almost like the perfect space to repeatedly slam your forehead into. Suddenly, the idea of spicy ramen didn’t sound as delicious as it did back at the coffee shop.

You turned off your kitchen light and strided into your bedroom. Five minutes didn’t pass since Yoongi walked in your room and he was already knocked out cold. You closed the door behind you and rolled your eyes.

Yoongi took the farthest side of your bed and was facing the wall. You took this opportunity to quietly change out of your clothes into something more home-friendly. You settled with a random crewneck sweatshirt that sat on your desk and the drawstring gray shorts you usually wore to bed.

It took you a while to actually get under the blanket with Yoongi sleeping soundly underneath it as well. But you realized that you had the opening shift the next morning, so after setting an early alarm on your phone, you slipped in next to him.

The feeling of Yoongi beside you wasn’t foreign, but no matter how many times it had happened, your heart never learned to calm down. You turned to your side to stare at the back of Yoongi’s head. His beanie was discarded somewhere in your room and you watched the rise and fall of his shoulders. It was in this silence of your bedroom where you recalled your first meeting with Yoongi.

↠↞

“Look, Hani, I appreciate what you’re doing for me but I could’ve found an on campus job on my own.” You spoke into your phone, walking down a path scattered with autumn leaves.

“You worked at a coffee shop at the community college, so you might as well stick to what you know.”

“Yeah, but—” You saw the lettering of the university coffee shop coming into view. “I didn’t even properly meet Seokjin!”

“Oh, hush! I already told you he’s great. Plus isn’t even better working at the coffee shop nearest to your dorm?”

“Ugh, I guess.” You fingers curled around the door handle and pushed it opened. The smell of brewing coffee and toasted bread naturally welcomed you. “Okay, I’ll text you later.”

Hani sang a quick love you before hanging up the call. The sighting of what Hani described as a tall man sculpted by angels themselves. Seokjin had raven hair that covered his forehead when you first met him. He greeted you with the call of your name and a gentle smile behind the glass container of pastries and ready to heat food.

“Good afternoon! I’m so sorry we couldn’t meet sooner.” He walked out from behind the counter and it shocked you to see how tall and broad his shoulders were. He stuck out his hand. “Seokjin, you can call me Jin, pleased to meet you.”

You repeated your name with a laugh as if he didn’t already say your name. Your hand made contact with his and you squeezed. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Seokjin guided you behind the counter to officially hand you your name tag and apron. “Hani told me you have barista experience.”

“Yeah, I worked at the one at the community college I was enrolled at.” You say trying to tie the strings behind you.

Seokjin smiled and gently brushed away your fumbling fingers to help you. “How long did you work as a barista?”

“Hm, since I enrolled so, about two years?” You felt the tap of Seokjin’s hand on your shoulder. “Thanks by the way, for tying my apron and for hiring me right away.” You gave him a smile filled with so much gratitude.

“It’s my pleasure, really. I hope you didn’t mind skipping any introductions and starting your first shift.” He said apologetically walking towards the register.

“It’s no problem, Jin. I make a mean cinnamon cream latte.” The biggest grin tugged at your lips as Seokjin let out a squeaky laugh and greeted a customer.

“Cinnamon cream latte? Dude, that sounds bomb.”

You turned to face the bar counter to find a boy with deep red hair. He had an opened textbook and a blank page of what you assumed was supposed to notes.

“Uh yeah, I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but it is pretty bomb.” You laughed.

“You had enough sugar, Jungkook.” The boy next to him, his friend you assumed, interjected taking his earbuds out. “This kid refilled his iced blended mocha about three times this afternoon.”

Your mouth turned into a small “o” shape as you worked at the espresso machine. “Aw, you’re right then. I was gonna make one for you too.” You glanced at Jungkook who shoved the latter’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Yoongi.” He drew out sarcastically.

“What? It’s for your own good dude.”

It was entertaining watching the way the two boys argued small things. You handed the customer his triple shot latte with a smile. With the way Jin was paying no attention to the commotion in front of you, it seemed like it was something he was used to.

“Geez, Jungkook—anyways, I’m Yoongi; future music producer.” He greeted you with the most adorable gummy smile whilst taking away Jungkook’s mocha drink.

Yoongi had dark brown hair that fell just above his eyes. He wore a thick sweater with the university’s initial stretched across the front. In front of him was his laptop and multiple sheets of paper. He looked gentle and friendly like someone who deeply cared about people.

“And I’m Jungkook; future marine biologist! We’re roommates.”

Once again, you greeted yourself adding “future criminal profiler” at the end of your name. Their eyes grew big and even Jin, who happened to stumble on the conversation, looked just as shocked.

“Wow. I didn’t think you would take up criminal justice. You seem like the type to be in the medical or business field.” Yoongi said.

You laughed and added “I honestly get that a lot.”

Some time went by and you found yourself growing more and more comfortable as you talked with Yoongi, Jungkook, and even Jin. It was your first semester at the university, so making friends wasn’t really your first priority being the awkward person you were.

“Five already?” Yoongi sighed. “Well, I’ll catch you guys later. Seolhyun finishes class soon.” He stood up to gather his things into his backpack. He hopped off the bar chair and bid you a personal farewell.

You watched him leave with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his keys dangling off a lanyard around his neck. He’s cute.

“Seolhyun’s his girlfriend by the way.” Jungkook said finishing his drink. In your mind, you already put the pieces together hoping it wasn’t entirely true, but you always can’t get what you want. “And since Yoongi left, I think I’d love to try that cinnamon cream latte you mentioned.”

Tossing away whatever emotions you were feeling at the moment and chuckled at Jungkook who eagerly awaited your answer. You simply nodded starting up the espresso machine.

↠↞

A year later, it was now your second semester and here you were; lying next to him underneath a blanket. It occurred to you that your so-called feelings for Yoongi weren’t going to go away because of how much time you spent with him, and other friends as well. You hated yourself for feeling this way about him especially because you knew how much he loved Seolhyun; the way he spoke about her, the look in his eyes when he watched her while she spoke. It was all too clear for you and god, you hated it.

“I fucking hate you, Min Yoongi.” You whispered at the back of his head. On cue, a soft whine escaped from him and he turned onto his back. You panicked and laid out on your back as well shutting your eyes. You felt the bed shift and the weight of his legs were on top of yours. Opening your eyes, you glanced at Yoongi whose body was now at an angle and his lips were slightly parted. You reached for your phone which was on the wooden drawer next to your bed. The brightness of your screen agitated your eyes as you struggled to make out the time.

10:47 pm

“You have got to be kidding me.” You grumbled quietly, you swore it was almost midnight.

Carefully and quietly, you released yourself of his clutches inch by inch. The exhaustion of your body screamed at you to go to bed, but the rapid beating of your heart wouldn’t let you.

You escaped the stuffy atmosphere of your room to watch tv in your living room.

The never ending episodes of Forensic Files never failed you. You sat on your sofa with your knees tucked to your chest, the quiet sound of the show host filled the room hoping to not wake Yoongi.

“No one knew where Sheryl went after her shift at the Crestview Bar. The only working surveillance camera was pointed at the entrance—”

You mindlessly scrolled through your emails on your phone as the episode played. All you really wanted was to go to drift into a deep sleep so your solution to that was to tire out your eyes first and possibly sleep on the sofa.

“Why did you leave me?”

Yoongi stood at your door frame running a hand through his hair and clutching your blanket in the other. Without another word, he joined you on the sofa and squinted at the tv.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You shook your head keeping your eyes focused on the tv, but you had this feeling he was staring at you waiting for you to look at him.

“Well, I’m still tired, so—” Yoongi unfolded your legs so he could lay his head down on your thighs. He moved around to find a comfortable position and each time he moved the strands of his hair tickled your thighs.

“H-Hey, what if I need to get up?” He chose to lie flat on his back facing the ceiling. His hands rested on underneath the blanket and on top of his stomach.

“Then just wake me up and I’ll move.” Yoongi kept his eyes closed and you just stared at him hoping he could feel the daggers you were shooting from your eyes. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m gonna be leaving my dorm around 7:45. Are you still gonna be here?” There was an urge inside of you that wanted to rest your hand in his soft locks of hair. As you lifted your hand, the sound of his voice caught you off guard and you placed your hand back to your side.

“Maybe.”

The tv show was long forgotten at this point. You couldn’t help but gaze at the features of his face. He had the prettiest eyelashes and his skin was the epitome of perfection; for the amount of time you know him, you swore you never saw a pimple on his face. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips; flushed pink and slightly chapped because of the autumn air.

The urge to caress his hair came back and you gave in instantly. Your fingers grazed the plain of his forehead and rested in the sea of his blond hair. Yoongi stirred a bit and you reeled your hand back.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“O-Oh. Sorry.” Heat crept up to your cheeks as you went back to your previous position. You lightly massaged his scalp with your fingers earning a low hum from his lips.

“Your thighs are warm.”

“Really? Sorry, you can get up if it’s uncomfortable.”

“No. It’s fine. I like it.”

In that moment, you almost stopped your movements. You prayed that Yoongi wouldn’t open his eyes anytime soon because you already knew your cheeks had turned crimson. At this point,the tv became an unknown noise because the sound of your rapid heartbeat took over.

“Do you have plans after work?” Yoongi’s questioned made you jump in your seat. He felt slight bounce your body did and he bit back a smile.

“I planned on going into town to buy some food for my dorm. I was going to ask Hani to join me, but I think her and Seokjin are going out on a date.”

“Good. I’ll go with you instead.”

Yoongi opened his eyes a little and caught you gazing down on him. The smile he bit back broke through and he readjusted himself, pushing his head higher on your lap.

“You might as well give me a key to your dorm. I feel at home here.” You watched his eyes close and he brought the blanket closer to his neck.

“Maybe.” Your answer was nothing but the truth. You wouldn’t have minded it Yoongi came by whenever he wanted because that meant you could see him and hung out with him. But this would only deepen your unwanted feelings for him.

“If you do, I’ll probably replace Seolhyun’s key with yours. It doesn’t seem like she’s excited to see me there nowadays.” Yoongi dragged out his words with a hint of annoyance. His facial expression hardened and you could see his eyebrows furrow together.

Your hand movements continued in a more delicate manner in hopes of calming Yoongi down. It took a while, but you watched his face soften and soft snores escaped his mouth. The corners of your mouth tugged upward at the image of Yoongi soundly sleeping.

You should have been used to the feeling of Yoongi lying in your lap. But each time he did it, time would stop and you grew nervous. He constantly had this effect on you and it drove you crazy.

You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.

Min-fucking-Yoongi.

hellooooo i know it’s long i’m sorry T__T i decided to write something for each member before continuing with any series if that’s okay. i’m a bit excited for this series tbh. ive been putting off this plot for a loooong time because of my writer’s block, but aldkjfalkfjk here it is my friends. i hope you like it ^-^

♡ rae jagi

#bangtan boys #bangtan scenarios #bts scenarios #yoongi #suga #suga scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts #what even rae #i love yoongi so much #all yours #yoongz #rae writes

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