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its-mysleepover · 2 years

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Backstage

idol!Yoongi x female!idol!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex(don’t be silly wrap your willy), maybe public sex if you squint

word count: 2.7k

Summary: Inspired by the little video of Yoongi that this picture originates from. You’ve just performed your debut song at an end-of-year awards show, and your performance was a jaw-dropping, sexy performance that the crowd went wild for. When you head backstage to get changed, your boyfriend Yoongi intercepts you with other ideas in mind.

Author’s note: This is one of the first smutty one-shots I ever wrote, please be gentle :,)

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Cheers erupted from the sea of audience members as you hit your final pose and the spotlight went out on you, leaving your elegant silhouette stark against the scarlet lights behind you.

With no one able to see your face, you let yourself smile and try to catch your breath, even as your heart was pounding wildly against your chest and sweat was beginning to drip down your neck. You’d spent so much time perfecting your debut album, and the leading title track, where you’d stepped out of your comfort zone to sing and learn a sensual song and dance. And now, a few days before New Year’s, you were standing center stage with confetti falling over your hot, scantily-clad skin, with an arena full of people screaming for you, and you felt fucking fantastic.

One beat passed, then another, and even though the crowd was still going, you knew it was your time to exit once the spotline shone down on you once again. Quickly, you bowed, over and over, and waved to as many people as you could before you hurried backstage to make way for the next act. As soon as you stepped in, someone handed you a water bottle and patted your shoulder, congratulating you on the stellar performance. You thanked them, but immediately set off down the mostly empty hallway down to your dressing room. You were riding on an exhilarating wave of pride and excitement, and now that your audience was out of sight, you wanted to get dressed and wait for when you could meet with the one other person you wanted to share this moment with.

You reached the door with your name scribbled on a little sticker in the center, and turned the knob, and hardly stepped inside the brightly lit room before you were suddenly being pushed inside. The door shut and locked behind you.

“What the-” Hands that’d shoved you inside before grabbed your waist and spun you around, and there he was holding you. Yoongi. Breathless and already leaning in to press his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, but then placed your hands on his chest and leaned back slightly, giggling when you saw him try to once again capture your lips in his. You were still slowly coming down from the high that you’d just been on.

“Hey, I was just coming to find you!” You wrapped your arms around his neck, teasing the edges of his hair, and he pulled you closer. “What did you think?” you asked giddily.

Yoongi smirked. “What did I think?” His grip tightened, and before you could process it, he had you pressed up against the concrete wall next to your vanity, the cold seeping through your thin clothes. Then he shifted, and suddenly, with his hardened bulge pressing right up against you through the fabric you both wore, you became very aware of what exactly he wanted. What effect you had on him.

He pressed himself closer to you and started pressing slow, gentle kisses against the side of your neck, starting at your collarbone and moving up to the sensitive spot just below your ear. You sighed and gripped his hair, unconsciously tilting your head to give him more access.

“God baby, I’m so fucking proud of you,” he whispered lowly right in your ear, “But do you know what it was like having to sit in that audience? Listening to you sing with that sexy voice of yours about what we do in bed?” He bit your earlobe and you bit back a moan as you felt yourself soaking your panties. Yoongi knew exactly what you liked, what made you tick. Both of you did.

“You know what it was like having to watch you grind against the air for everyone?” And just as the words left him, you gripped his shoulder and grinded down on his bulge, and he moaned right next to your ear. He moved away from your neck to face you again.

“Did you want me grinding against you instead?” You asked teasingly, your voice lowering ever so slightly. He opened his mouth to respond, but stopped as you moved your finger to trace his lips with the tip of your polished nail. “Or were you hoping we’d do something else?”

“Only if you want to.” A sensitive glint passed through in his eyes, almost a stark contrast to the hungry way he was looking at you before.

A moment passed, both of you looking at each other with your lips parted and your breaths mingling together. Then you pulled Yoongi down to you and crashed your mouth to his, and both of you let go of any restraint you’d had.

His hands flew down to grab your thighs, squeezing once in a silent ask before you jumped up and wrapped yourself around his strong waist. Your fingers tangled in his brown hair once again as you kissed him with everything you had, licking his lips so you could slip your tongue into his mouth. Yoongi rolled his hips into yours and let out a guttural moan into his mouth.

You kept kissing each other, deep and hot with tongues twisting around each other, while rolling your hips together and getting some kind of friction. But then you felt Yoongi’s hand move from underneath your thigh to the edge of your black shorts, slowly moving his fingers towards the black zipper. He began unzipping your shorts. Without breaking the kiss, you dropped to your feet again and he quickly pulled down your shorts and underwear, exposing your bare pussy to the cold of the room. A shiver ran down your back.

Reluctantly, Yoongi separated from you, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips. “I only have a thirty minute break, so we don’t have too much time left.” He cupped your face with one hand, with such a loving look in his eyes for the sexual tension between you two. “I’ll still do something for you though,” he rasped. And he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Yeah?” You breathed, the words escaping you. All you could focus on was Yoongi’s lips now pressing against the inside of your thigh, his tongue poking out and almost licking your skin, as he made his way up to your now-throbbing pussy. Yoongi brushed his hair back and looked up at you with a knowing grin. “All this because of me?”

“You know damn well it’s because of you,” you laughed lightly, but it turned into a whiney moan when you felt Yoongi’s lips wrapping around your clit, giving a tight suck.

“You won’t be laughing now baby,” he whispered right against you, before leaning further and trailing his tongue through your wet folds before landing on your clit again, licking it reverently. His hands trailed up from your thighs and gripped your ass cheeks as he moved to sucking again, and he used the grip he had on you to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth. You moaned loudly and uncontrollably, not caring if anyone heard since you knew the halls outside would be rid of people.

You were sweating at this point, trying not to grind into Yoongi’s mouth and chase your slowly building orgasm. Yoongi let go of your clit, and you were about to look down and scold him before you felt his tongue sticking out again, sliding against you and teasing your entrance, before shoving his tongue into your core.

“Fuck!” You moaned and couldn’t help but start moving against Yoongi’s tongue, feeling the muscle go taut inside you. You could feel your climax building rapidly, your walls pulsating around his tongue. You kept grinding onto him, so close to release, and then one of Yoongi’s hands let go of your ass and flew to your clit, his finger rubbing slow circles.

“I’m coming- fuck!” Your orgasm hit you hard, a wave of pleasure washing over you and your knees buckling. You felt Yoongi smile against your core, and gripping your legs, he kept going, trying to help you through your orgasm, but all it did was make you hungry for more.

Your hands flew down, one to his wrist and one to his hair, and you tugged on both. Yoongi stopped his ministrations and looked up at you, and you had to try to not get distracted by the wetness glistening on his lips.

“Get up,” you demanded. Yoongi smirked and heeded, and once he was at eye level, you grabbed his face with both hands and slammed your mouth to his in a heated kiss. He reciprocated immediately, slipping his tongue in your mouth. Your hands went down to his neck and collarbone, and you started backing him into the leather couch on the other side of the room, stepping out of your forgotten shorts and panties as you went. Yoongi knew exactly what you were doing and didn’t protest, his hands moving all over you, from the bare skin of your midriff to your ass to your still-covered breasts.

The back of his knees hit the couch with a thud, and without warning, you pulled away and pushed him down. Yoongi smiled salaciously up at you, his hands immediately grasping your hips when you went to straddle him, naked from the waist down. Yoongi’s eyes raked down your body, and a warm feeling bloomed inside you at the reminder that he saw you as such a beautiful being.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Y/N,” he whispered reluctantly. He moved his hands up to your breasts, brushing his fingers over the fabric in a way that seemed like he wanted to tear it off you. You glanced at the clock mounted on the wall, even though you had no idea when he’d come in here and how long it’d been. Yoongi’s warm hand reached up to tilt your head back to him in silent question. In response, you reached down and your palm met his bulge, Yoongi’s mouth opened in a silent gasp.

“We can be quick,” you promised. Without a second thought, Yoongi pulled you to him and kissed you again and again, and you started working on his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down ever so slightly. His hands were still grasping your waist and hair when your hand wrapped around the base of his rock hard cock, and Yoongi groaned, biting your lip. You pulled out his dick, and Yoongi leaned back to watch your hand wrap around the base. Knowing you couldn’t draw this out as long as you wanted to, you started quickly pumping up and down Yoongi’s long cock, and he started keening to you instantly. Suddenly, his hips thrust up to meet your hand and he groaned. “Get on me now, please!” He begged.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and you let him hold onto your hips and position you over his throbbing cock. Carefully, you settled yourself down onto him, both of you moaning when he bottomed out. Yoongi grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you down to kiss you just once, which you barely got to reciprocate before he let go and his hands traveled down your torso, squeezed your ass, and moved to grip your hips tight enough to bruise. You shivered at the way he licked his lips when glancing at where you two connected. He looked up at you. “You ready baby?” You nodded and squeezed his shoulders.

Yoongi thrust up into you and you moaned, his long dick barely grazing your g-spot. He took full control with no signs of letting up, continuously thrusting into your wet pussy and moaning in unison with you, his deep voice a stark contrast to the wet slapping noises filling the room.

You were getting close, already sensitive from your previous orgasm. You whined as Yoongi slowed down ever so slightly. When you looked down at him, his lips parted and panting, he locked his eyes to yours and held your gaze as one hand left your hip and circled back to your front. You watched as his thumb set itself on your clit and started rubbing in circles, and immediately you cried out and felt yourself climbing closer to the edge. Yoongi was still watching you, and without a word, you started bouncing yourself on his cock and he hissed. The two of you stayed like that for a while longer; you riding him and chasing your orgasm, your head tilted as you whined and moaned Yoongi’s name, and Yoongi with one hand focused on your clit and the other on your hip, him chanting your name like a fucking prayer.

“Yoongi, I’m so close!” You almost shouted, trying to hold yourself back since there were still a handful of people outside.

“I know baby - me too,” he groaned, his movements getting rushed and sloppy. You could feel the knot in your stomach on the verge of unraveling, you were so close to getting what you wanted and you rode Yoongi as hard as you could chasing your high. He circled your clit once more and you snapped.

“Yoongi!” You fell forward, your head on his shoulder and you shut your eyes for a moment. You were suddenly very aware of how sweaty Yoongi was under his top, how your pussy kept squeezing his dick tightly and how his hands held onto your hips as he thrust up once, twice, three times before he shouted your name and you felt his hot cum coating your walls. Lazily, you kept moving your hips above him, trying to get every last drop out of him. When Yoongi let out an unusually high-pitched whine, you leaned up again and faced him. His face was red and sweaty, but the smile he gave you now was so full of love. Both of you leaned in and pecked each other on the lips, before you carefully used his shoulders as a balance again and lifted up off his softened dick, collapsing next to him on the couch. You were still looking at each other, trying to catch your breath, when you caught sight of the clock behind Yoongi.

“Yoongi,” you inquired softly, “when were you supposed to be back?”

His eyes widened in panic and he whipped his head to look behind him. “Shit!” he cried. Yoongi hopped off the couch and scrambled to zip his jeans back up. You couldn’t even lift a finger to help before he had his belt through the loops and was trying to buckle it while making his way to the door. Though you weren’t in that much of a rush since you were exhausted and it hadn’t hit yet why he needed to be back so soon.

He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, then looked back at you laying on the couch with an innocent-looking grin as you stared up at him.

“I promise you, when this whole thing is over, we’re going to get home and I will congratulate you properly. I love you!” He smiled at you sheepishly, then yanked the door open without a second look back.

“I love you!” You shouted back before the door closed on its own. You could hear Yoongi’s pounding footsteps echoing through the hall, and couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all.

You leaned back on the couch and sighed, taking in the quiet of the room. You were coming down from your high and you were exhausted, but so relaxed. Then you spotted your discarded shorts and panties on the other side of the room, and you decided you could put on the tight clothing one more time tonight for a quick check-in.

Quickly, you stepped over the pile and slid on your bottoms. You then left the dressing room and sped through the same hallway you heard Yoongi run down, grateful for the fact that there didn’t seem to be any staff or crew around this area.

Just as you reached the entrance to the idols’ section of the audience, you spotted Yoongi sitting with the rest of the band, and noticed how he tried to discreetly tuck his striped shirt back into his pants while the rest of the crowd was clapping for someone. You smiled at knowing the effect you had on him, unaware of the camera that had also seen and captured Yoongi’s moment.

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chimivx · 2 years

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vegas, baby. // myg. (2)

~ part two - here is ( part ONE! ) ~

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader ( ot7, they're all there )

summary: After seeing Yoongi and the guys, it's time for them to get ready for the show, which leaves you time to go explore the world you used to live before your daughter was born. Meeting AMRY, buying merchandise, it's all normal... for the most part, and the show is legendary...

words: 6.5k

warnings: like none, fluff…?, a swear word here or there, does Vegas need its own warning?, barely edited i just gotta get it out, they mention sex a few times, it's heavily insinuated at the end, DAD YOONGI, baby is unnamed ( you get to pick :) )

a/n: part two finally, thank you for all of the lovely support. i am in love with this couple, i've had thoughts of starting a series. the backstory for them after writing their future just feels entirely too sweet now... thank you again for over 500 notes on part one :')... i adore you all.

*gif not mine, cred to owner*

Nerves stirred in your chest right under where you were holding your baby girl. Following close behind the undercover security guard, Branson, you were headed out to the crowds at the Allegiant Stadium with twenty minutes until showtime. Three team members walked around you, all of them dressed in similar, casual style so as to not draw attention to your group. As promised, you had given Branson a new t-shirt with Jimin’s face on it, getting a laugh out of him, reminding him of old times. He pulled it over his head with joy, having you take a funny picture of him to send to Jimin who always loved this long running joke of yours.

Behind you, a loving hand held onto your shoulder. Turning toward her, your old friend Sunita, or Sunny, was heading out of the arena with you.

“Oh my gosh!” You gasp, seeing her now for the first time in a long time. Sunny giggles, then pulls you into a hug, the others pausing for a second while you have your moment.

“I was cleaning up when you got here, we’ve been busier than ever doing these shows everywhere… It’s so incredible to see you,” She sighs, then rests a hand to your baby girl's head, “She’s beautiful, and getting so big.” Smiling wider than before, you thank her and offer her your daughter who’s eyes were boggling over the stunning woman before you, your long term stylist best friend who broke into the professional industry thanks to BTS. Sunny had been struggling for years to make it big, then one summer night a simple phone call changed both of your lives forever.

“You hold onto her,” Sunny smiles her wide trademark grin, “This is your night, spend every moment with her.” Bouncing your girl, you nod, then you pout your lip.

“My arms will be tired in an hour,” You whisper, laughing with Sunny who agreed to take her from you when you needed a break. Branson waved a hand, egging the two of you on to continue your reunion as you toured the stadium.

There were five in your group, not counting your mini. Branson led you guys around the ‘long way’, he called it, so you weren’t seen coming out of a backstage area.

The moment you saw members of ARMY come into view was the moment tears began to well in your eyes. Sunny noticed, snaking a hand underneath one of your arms to hold you close, walking directly side by side with the woman who was half a foot taller than you. From your front, your girl coo’s happily, finally satisfied with some visual stimulation she was being deprived of in the plain halls. There were bright lights, there were concessions, shops, bars, and signs with the guys' handsome faces on them. The further you walked inside the thicker the crowd had gotten, but it wasn’t making you nervous… It was oddly comforting. The chatter and excitement was fueling your own, and seeing ARMY’s smiling faces got you smiling, knowing that that was the boy's only wish. Their ARMY’s happiness.

Admiring the creative outfits and costumes the fans pulled together, you and Sunny reminisce together with a look, not needing to say too much, but remembering the days you’d spend hours planning concert outfits together.

“Anything you have planned to do?” Branson asks without an ounce of impatience. His smile is small, just happy to have you back around to get him away from the chaos the guys liked to cause backstage. The five of you have come to a stop beside a shop of merchandise that was flooded with young fans reaching left and right, and up and down, for their bias’s merch.

“Dada!” Your girl shouted, looking in the same direction as you, “Daaa, daaa, dadada…” The group begins to laugh as she continues to babble the syllables she struggled with for forever, but suddenly now loved to say.

“Well,” You remain calm, “You heard the girl.” Joining in the laughter you nod toward the shop and the posters decorated with her daddy’s face.

“You don’t know this yet, but it’s a secret,” You whisper to her for no one else to hear, “You have the coolest dad ever… but nobody knows.”

“DADA!” She shouts once more. Excellent secret keeper.

Inside the shop there were BTS songs playing that some fans were singing along to, and you believe your girl may have recognized it because she started to kick her legs to the beat.

The first time she reacted to music you thought Yoongi was going to cry actual tears. You were at home in the living room playing an unheard track from ‘D-3’, that still has no release date, with your daughter in your arms, her back pressed to your belly as you swayed side to side to the beat. Yoongi was on the couch, critiquing himself quietly as he would tend to do, but still smiling at his girls that were enjoying his music.

“She likes it,” His eyes were big, full of love.

“She’s just happy it's finished,” You start to tease, “She’s been hearing this beat since the womb.” He cracks a laugh and shakes his head, getting your girl to laugh, too.

“You look beautiful,” He says, his voice hushed. Pausing your movement, your eyes go crazy, glancing down at your estranged fit, then back to Yoongi who was still smiling. It was the evening time and you were still dressed in your pajamas, well, all three of you were. Your hair was tied up, exactly how you woke up that morning, toppling to the side in the scrunchy that was hanging on to the edge of glory. Shorter pieces of hair had fallen out of the back and were laying on your shoulders that were also adorned with slobber art, courtesy of the little one in your arms. To be fair, Yoongi wore the same art on his shoulders, and his hair was just as disheveled.

“I look beau-“ The song changed, and your daughter in your arms started to kick her legs to the beat, the exact beat. Not in the cutesy way a baby would typically kick, she was hitting every accent. Yoongi launched himself forward, jaw falling open in shock, cutting off your sentence.

“Yes!” He nearly shouts. Looking down at her you smile, then start to sway your body again to which she begins to kick even harder. Resting a hand over his lips, Yoongi takes a long deep breath before standing to join you, taking his little one's hands with two of his fingers. His eyes were sparkling with absolute joy as he watched his baby bounce to his music.

“I knew it’d be mine that would get you moving,” He says to her, then kisses her head before kissing you, the three of you spending most of the night here finishing the album together.

“Put her right there,” Sunny points below a Jungkook doll, directing you where to hold your daughter so you could take a picture of her nestled in the plushies of the guys. She was a little bit bigger than the dolls, so it made for the cutest scene. Strategically holding her under her bum and behind her back, you balanced her between Yoongi and Hoseok, who’s plushies were right beside one another. You wondered if that was done on purpose.

“PERFECT!” Sunny shouts, gathering the attention of a group of teenagers walking into the shop behind her. All at once a chorus of ‘Aw’s’ and ‘she’s so cute’ broke out amongst them. Your girl giggles, and Sunny snaps the shot that you knew would make it to your Instagram later.

Propping her on your hip, your daughter stares at the girls wearing masks, some wearing sunglasses and others wearing bucket hats. From their clothes alone, you could already tell who’s bias was who’s. The tall, short brown haired girl dressed in black cargo pants with a black crop top, big boots and a bucket hat on belonged to Jungkook. 80’s style, colorful trash bag pants belonged to Hobi, curvy, sleekly styled mini skirt belonged to Jin and the shortest one on the end with a fuzzy purple sweater on was Jimin’s. You guessed they took your daughter looking at them as an invitation to come over to you.

“How old is she?” Hobi’s asked, crouching down a bit to coo at her.

“She’s sooo adorable!” Jin’s sung, leaning against Jungkook’s.

“About halfway to eight months, and thank you,” You smile beneath your mask, avoiding the eye contact, keeping your eyes pointed at your girl who was resting her cheek on your arm, “She gets a little shy sometimes,” You poke her nose gently hoping to make her smile, but she simply turns her head away from the teens. Of course now she catches onto the secret.

“She likes BTS? Or do you?” Jimin’s asks you.

“Oh, she loves BTS,” You roll your head a bit to emphasize, “Just a few minutes ago she was dancing away to My Time in here.”

“No way, that played?! We missed it?!” Jungkook’s whined, stomping her feet a bit as she looked to her friends.

“Jungkook bias?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, and her friends answer for her with a groan.

“Insufferable,” Jimin’s rolls her eyes.

“It is not my fault he is insanely handsomely beautiful,” Jungkook’s states, holding up a finger. You note to remind Jungkook how ‘insanely handsomely beautiful’ he was later, “Now I’m done talking about him before I throw up because I’m so nervous to see him in person… Do you have a bias?” Every head turns to look at you, it felt as if everyone in the store had come to a standstill, heat rising in your chest as the teens eyed you. Branson was on the other end of the shop with the other two stylists taking in the sight of the place littered with ARMY, all while keeping a close eye on you. You glance there for a second, and he assumes a strong stance, questioning you with an eyebrow. Reassuring him with a smile, you nod and look at the girls.

“I do,” You say happily, knowing Sunny was shaking in her boots, “Totally Suga,” You beam, using his stage name hoping it’d throw off the instance that you could possibly be personal with him, though you knew ARMY used their full names regardless. The girls giggle with you.

“He’s so hot!” Jin’s says, bouncing up and down. Blushing beneath your mask, you nod again, having learned that you’ll hear this about your boyfriend from other people for the rest of your life.

“He really is,” You sigh.

“Does… sheeee have a bias?” They ask about your daughter who has now turned back to the teens who got closer to you in conversation. You all laugh after the question is asked, knowing it’s a little inappropriate, but you honestly had an answer.

“You know, I thought it was Jungkook,” You bob your head, holding onto one of her hands to shake, “But… it happens to the best of us… I think this lady has fallen for V.” The girls absolutely lose it, tossing their heads back in awe, and shouting a couple things. Your daughter finally laughs, making the girls react even bigger.

“Well, you guys have taste,” Jimin’s pops a hip and points to you and your girl.

“Yeah, you guys are cool,” Hobi’s smiles, then the girl's attention gets stolen by the oodles of merchandise in the shop. They say goodbye and hurry off to grab favorites of their favorites. Sunny ends up back at your side and shows off photos she took while you were mid conversation with the group of girls. The very last one being all of you laughing, including your baby who crystal clearly resembled her father.

“The sweetest,” You say softly, “Look at her, that’s fucking Yoongi,” You whisper sarcastically annoyed, you and Sunny laughing.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it is,” She agrees to your dismay, making you laugh harder.

“You’re supposed to be on my side! I grew her!” You tease, bumping her with your hip.

“Yes, yes you did,” Sunny assures, then smirks, “But he put her in you.” Throwing your head back you cackle, the two of you causing a scene in the corner of this shop. Your daughter watches you happily, content in her mothers arms. Branson and the others made their back over to you, asking if you were ready to move on or if you wanted to stay here for a while longer. Glancing around the shop at the merchandise, you ponder the thought of purchasing something, at least something for your girl.

“He’ll kill you if you buy something,” Branson reads your mind, watching your eyes search the store. Frowning, you bounce your baby a bit.

“Uh, well, there’s too many people around for me to just take it,” You say, and Sunny snickers.

“What do you want? I have my ID, I’ll talk to them up front and get it for you,” Branson says. Your daughter had a hand stretched out behind you toward the wall of plush dolls. Turning around so she could see them better, you gasp when you see that she has her hand on Taehyung’s doll.

“You are down bad, baby,” You joke to yourself, picking up the doll to give to Branson. The buff man barely glances at it, but looks at you with a puzzled expression.

“Tae?” He asks you as if you didn’t examine the shelves properly enough. Sighing, you shrug and press your lips together.

“It’s her first crush, I gotta get it for her,” You mutter, half serious. Branson quizzes you with his eyes again, then decides to not ask anymore questions and just get the doll for you.

“Don’t blame her, man is a snack,” Sunny says beside you, “Whoa!” She exclaims, your daughter having latched onto one of her fingers with her tiny iron fist.

“Oh, she’s got a death grip,” You warn a few seconds too late, your eyes wandering down to the low hanging silver chain with diamonds on it around her neck, “Watch out for that necklace, she’ll want that next.” Sunny lifts a hand to it and starts to joke with your girl about it, getting her to smile and coo a bit.

From the front of the shop, Branson was getting the doll, and behind him in line was the girl in the purple sweater, the Jimin bias who was talking to you a couple of minutes ago. Your eyes met, hers seeming like they were watching you for a little while now. The young girl looks at Branson, watches as he pulls out his wallet with no cash, flashes his ID, then gets handed V’s doll in a bag that he didn’t pay for. Her dark brown eyes find you again, her eyebrows low now. It was as if you could see the wheels turning in her head. Taking in Sunny, and your daughter, you tuck your girl's face against your chest, which she didn’t like, she started to whine, but this young girl was getting suspicious. You’ve seen this look before, just not this serious. Ever. Branson was almost back to you guys, then you could hurry out of here before things escalated- unfortunately, the bad secret keeper had a mind of her own.

“Dada… dadada…” She started babbling on and on when you allowed her to look around again. The young girl's eyes started to grow wider. Pulling her mask to her chin you saw that her lips were parted in subtle shock. You stood this way for a minute, even after Branson asked if you were ready to go. This girl didn’t move, the shop line moved around her. She didn’t shout, she didn’t cry, she didn’t make a scene, she didn’t take any pictures, she didn’t get angry… It seemed strange. If something like this were to happen, everyone on the team was prepared for the third world war, but right now it didn’t seem like such a huge deal.

The girl still seemed like she was questioning it, her expression telling you just how skeptical she still was, so you pull your own mask down and give her a small smile- not that she knew your face, you just wanted her to know that you appreciated her for who she was, of course, now that she’s partially got you figured out. She tried to smile back, then you sent her the final message that sealed the deal. You lift a finger to your lips, in this moment fully telling her that everything she was thinking was true, and that she needed to keep her mouth absolutely shut. The second your finger touched your lips her jaw snapped shut, and her eyes went extra wide. She gave you a slight nod and turned her back to your group, allowing you to release a heavy breath. You didn’t realize how long you were almost holding it for, now feeling anxious.

“We can go,” You mutter, tucking your daughter close to you again, leading the group out of the shop.

“Hey, you okay?” Branson asks, hurrying to your side as you flee the scene, “What happened?” His voice was stern, but not with you. Slowing your stride so he wasn’t running after you, you sigh.

“There was… just a lot of people,” You say, “It’s been a while, I thought I’d be able to handle this.” Sunny catches up, placing a hand to the back of your neck to give it a gentle squeeze.

“Uh, my opinion may not matter, but I think you’re doing great,” Branson half smiles, shrugging with his hands. Sunny's brows turn in as she looks at you, confused.

“What’s wrong, love?” Her voice is low, soft, and comforting. Turning to face her, she sees it in your eyes and quickly wraps her arms around your shoulders, sheltering you and your mini, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re doing so good,” She whispers, giving you a small rock side to side, “Tiny is having a blast. She is such a good baby… You know how many little ones I hear screaming at these shows? You have an angel.” Chuckling into her shoulder, you sniffle, a few unnoticed tears slipping down your cheek.

“She’s her father,” You say, “And thank God for that, remember how I used to get at these things?” Lifting your head you shoot her a crazy eyed look and she lets out a cackle to which your little one giggles.

“Do I? After the first two shows you were impossible to find! You were… rearranging furniture and shit… stuff! Stuff… sorry,” She ends with a whisper to your daughter, making you smile. Empty dressing rooms just used to hit different on the road.

“You hungry?” Sunny asks, and you shake your head, “Want to go grab our spots then? The show starts soon.” The thought of watching Yoongi letting it all go onstage brought you back to the moment, the excitement beginning to come back. Your favorite part of this, hearing him live, and of course watching him dance.

Since his surgery he’s never looked so free as he does now when he moves, and it struck your heart in a way that got you weepy.

He was in his accident before you had met him, and you didn’t learn about his injury until a little bit into your relationship. It caused a lot of problems for him through his career, which then had you causing problems for his management because you were so utterly pissed off that he wasn’t able to get the proper care he needed… It was a topic you could go off about for hours, and how unfair it was to have him suffer for so long. Going through the journey of the surgery with him, to see him dance now really got to you. No more wincing in pain, no more trying to rotate it into place, and no more unimportant doctor visits where they’d tell you the same thing again and again.

Watching the livestream of Permission to Dance LA, and seeing the way he was acting did actually have you shedding tears of happiness. It’s been plenty of time since his procedure, so he’s been recovered for a while, but he still tends to wrap it up from time to time to take care of it and to prevent future injury.

Looking at Sunny, you start to smile.

“Let’s go watch my man shake his ass like he’s on a corner,” You say, taking her by surprise.

“Y/N!” She gasps with a grin, hooking an arm under one of yours as you start to follow Branson and the other girls, “But… he really does shake his ass like he’s on a corner…” She leans in to giggle with you.

“Permission to Dance, I dunno what it does to him,” You simply smile.

Round, purple headphones covered your baby's ears as she laid in your lap on her back, comfortably resting on your thighs where she was free to kick her legs as much as she wanted. Her eyes were open wide, taking in everything around her from the people, to the lights that were shining bright. The ARMY Bombs mesmerized her, one catching her eye every couple seconds.

“How quiet do you think those make this for her?” Sunny asks from the chair next to you, tapping the black band of the headphones. Your group of five had seats on the floor, just off to the side of the big square stage in the middle of the arena that descended off of the main one.

“I have no idea,” You puzzled, tilting your head curiously as your daughter smiles at you, “You’re so happy!” You coo, squishing her cheeks a couple times between two fingers, “Can you hear Mama?” She giggles, and you lean over to kiss her nose, rubbing yours to hers before doing so. Scooping her up from underneath her arms, you tried to get her to stand on your knees, but her little legs wanted to kick instead.

“Want to bet they’re all having a meltdown back there?” Sunny smizes, nodding toward the stage, knowing they were all standing behind the screen waiting to come out. There were unfortunate technical difficulties with the screen, the concert was supposed to begin twenty minutes ago. This was the guys worst nightmare, you just knew they were anxious ARMY would be disappointed.

Out in the crowd however, everyone couldn’t look happier. The sense of community in these seats was unlike any other… besides the few comments you heard and chose to ignore about you and your baby getting seats on the floor. Sunny and Branson were quick to reassure you, telling you that you deserved to be sitting where you were. It was another surprise to hear Sunny say that she’d be staying in the crowd the whole show with you, usually she’d have to leave to go help with the boys, but tonight she was able to stay with you making it feel like three years ago all over again.

“I feel like I can hear Jimin whining from here,” You snicker, blowing raspberries to your girl's cheek making her laugh.

Suddenly, the room goes dark and screams erupt from every square inch of the vicinity. A spark ignites in your heart, feeling swallowed by the sound of love for your man and his best friends. Jumping to your feet, you turn your girl around, holding her back against your belly as you watch the square ‘We Don’t Need Permission’ screen, that was blinking like crazy, rise slowly to reveal a prison-like cage full of dancers.

The opening notes of ON began to play, and your stomach twisted into knots, heart beating a mile a minute. As the smoke dissipated, they appeared. A tear you didn’t notice that was welling in your eyes rolled down your cheek as you smiled, releasing a breath heavily.

Once the cage had risen and was out of the way, the dancers barreled forward, putting on the performance of their life, the choreography just as good as the first time you’d seen it way back when in rehearsal before the world blew up. It was genius to open with ON, having been sitting on it for a year without live performances.

“JIMIN!” Sunny shouts, rocking to the beat as the boy with the always ethereal voice finally emerged from the performers. From your front you felt your girl bouncing, her legs happily going as she found her fingers to munch on. Looking down at her, you lift her higher to your chest so she’d have a better view, though you were unsure she could put together anything that's happening right now. All you knew is that she felt the music, and that she was going to lose it when the guys made their way down to this stage.

Taehyung swaggered his way through his verse, Namjoon the next to emerge to absolutely rock his part, standing out amongst the dancers being dressed in red. Then came Jungkook, his eyes scanning the crowd slyly as he searched for you while bobbing along to the music, and as the song slid into the chorus- there he finally was. Yoongi jumped into place, determination written in his stage presence as he started to rip the choreography apart, moving smooth and free. ON wasn’t easy, none of their dances were, but ON was demanding especially on his shoulder. Watching him tear it up, another tear seemed to fall.

He moved effortlessly beside Hobi and Taehyung as the next verse began, your heart knotting up because you knew what was coming next.

The world seemed to stop as his voice rang out in the stadium, the screams erupting once again as he stood solo in front of the dancers, the guys hurrying behind them to join in the choreography. Your daughter stopped bouncing, her head looking curiously side to side at the sound of her fathers voice that she was all too familiar with.

“Girl!” Sunny called to you, reaching her hands around your shoulders to hug you tight as you cried happy tears. She wiped beneath your eyes for you and held you for the rest of the song, singing every word with you.

“Holy shit!” You shout turning toward her, laughing as the lights go out and the crowd goes nuts. Sunny smiles at you sweetly.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” She says, and before you could say anything back, Fire began.

“No FUCKING WAY!” You shout, mouth agape as if this was the first time you’ve heard this setlist, but this was your song. You and Yoongi, this was your song.

The music was bumping, pyrotechnics shooting off, and this was when they finally made their way down the stage, half of them running to the end. Yoongi seemed to take his time, searching for you in the sea of beautiful faces as he joined his members in the center of the square. Your girl was babbling away at the sight of them coming closer, but not loud enough to be heard over the catchy melody. You and Sunny each lifted a hand to sway to the beat, and Jungkook spotted you first, slapping a silly grin on his face. He didn’t stick around too long to keep it cool, but also to do his job.

The choreography for Fire was just as sick as any other. When the song came to an end, Yoongi was placed in the front to hit his signature, then Dope began and they dispersed, Jungkook running through them after saying, “To the left,” behind Yoongi. He wandered forward at first, giving his attention to ARMY that they utmost deserved, some coming a long way and doing the most just to see them here tonight. Finally he turned toward your side, and your heart started to race. You felt like a teenager watching her Idol, waiting for him to notice her in the crowd and live happily ever after… The way your breath hitched in your throat as he came closer, and your hands felt shaky… He looked so good, and nothing got you going more than seeing him sweat it out onstage.

“Yoongi!” You couldn’t help but shout, hoping it’d help him spot you. It did. Sunny cheered, throwing his hands in the air as a cheeky smile grew on his lips, a hint of relief washing over him. A shriek came from your daughter and he laughed, starting to rap along to the song, jumping up and down as she started to kick her legs again.

As fast as he appeared, he had to run away, but from that moment on his entire demeanor changed. He bounced around the stage, and even messed around with the cameras with Hobi during their verses getting ARMY to melt.

The rest of the show was invigorating. Eventually all seven of them found you, making sure to come over from time to time to give you a smile or funny face, courtesy of Uncle Kookie. Yoongi stood in front of you at one point, gazing at his girl that was cuddled up in your chest sleepily. It was about halfway through the show, he was dressed in the blue overalls he looked disgustingly adorable in. The sight of his little one curled up in your arms as you rocked her to the beat of So What was incredibly endearing. He laughed at first, seeing her eyes shut, but he knew after fifteen minutes she’d be back up ready to party, and he was right because as soon as Home started her head popped up. She munched on a couple snacks at that point, a few puffs to keep her satisfied before she got her bottle to put her to sleep on the car ride back to the hotel after the show. Yoongi was going to be coming back with you, and you were over the moon about it.

His team got you conjoined rooms, connected by a door so that you could have a room separate from your daughter in her adorably spacious crib that you traveled with. She slept in your bedroom as an infant, but has been in her own bedroom since she was old enough to be alone. Last night that door stayed open however, her first night in the new crib, and it would stay open tonight as well, no matter what.

The show closed with Permission to Dance, you and Sunny giggling like crazy at that one move in the choreography with Yoongi shaking his hips like his life depended on it. Your daughter loved this song and was bouncing along, jumping slightly at the confetti that shot out toward the end. Her tiny hands reached out for it as it fell all around you. Sunny scooped some up and blew it out of her hands onto her, a giant smile growing on her face. Bouncing a couple times she watched Sunny, waiting for her to do it again, and when she did, your girl screeched louder than she ever had before, one of the dancers turning her head to look over to where the sound came from.

Yoongi ran your way as the song faded out, and everyone started to clear the stage. He chased after one of the big white balloons and kicked it, smiling down at you as he chased it to kick it again. Blowing a quick kiss with just his lips, he hurried back up toward the main stage with his friends.

They took one last look at ARMY, and that screen started to come down around them as they waved and blew kisses and bowed. Then, they were gone.

“I have to post to Weverse about it, I’m very upset,” Namjoon paced back and forth in front of the couches you and Sunny were lounging on. Your best friend had a glass of champagne in her hand that she had offered to you as well, but you let her know you weren’t drinking while your little one was around, who was currently giggling up a storm in Jungkook's arms as he and Taehyung played with her.

“Joon, I’m telling you, they didn’t care. If anything the wait made them more excited to see you,” You say to help calm his nerves. Giving you a look that told you he was going to post about the technical issues anyway, you smile, sigh and wave him away. On the couch across from you, Jimin was chugging a bottle of water before he had a swig of champagne, putting that glass down for the rest of the night.

“I thought it was great,” He says with a shrug, “It was fun seeing you two out there again.” He sends a smile to you and Sunny who returns it with a wink, making the It Boy blush and giggle. Yoongi came into the dressing room, still wearing his last outfit, the long white sleeved shirt with the blue jeans, and his hair was pushed back messily. The disheveled, after show look that usually had you jumping his bones and kicking your friends out of the room, if they didn’t leave voluntarily first. Eating up his appearance, Sunny caught you undressing him with your eyes and laughed, slapping your leg.

“I’m not leaving,” Jimin says quietly without remorse, resting back against the couch cushions, propping his feet up on the table that sat between you guys. Shooting him a hilarious glare for assuming you’d regress back to your old days, he just smiles and shakes his head.

“Can’t believe you slept through Idol!” Jungkook teases your daughter, Yoongi joining them in making her smile, “Want to see your dad?” Jungkook lifts her toward Yoongi, who holds out grabby hands. She grins and babbles, but then tilts her head backward to look at Jungkook and decides to stay with him.

“Whatever,” Yoongi playfully rolls his eyes at her, “At least your mom wants to hang out with me.” Watching that whole moment pan out, you hold open your arms as he hurries over to you, diving into your lap, tossing his arms around your waist. You laugh out loud, his actions taking you by surprise as he flips you over to place you on his lap. Planting a thousand kisses on your face, he then sighs, catching his breath, his eyes glued to yours.

“You’re sweaty,” You whisper, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t wipe his smile away if he tried.

“I love you,” He says, ignoring the teasing that broke out amongst the rest of them. Leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders to kiss him, you smile into it.

“I love you more,” You say quietly. A whine from your girl stood out through the chatter of everyone in the room, catching your attention, finally breaking the two of you away from one another. Your chins turned at the same time, laughing as Jungkook pulled a funny face struggling to keep your writhing baby still in his arms.

“Hungry?” Yoongi asks you, and you nod.

“I was going to feed her on the way back to the hotel so she’d sleep for a while…” You say, hoping he’d catch onto your hint without having to actually say it aloud in this room of people who knew you both all too well.

“Think she’ll go down for the night?” Yoongi’s eyebrows launch to the sky, a familiar feeling stirring in your belly. Kissing his cheek, you whisper in his ear.

“She’ll be out for hours.”

“We have to go,” Yoongi jumps up, placing you on your feet, “Give me my baby, we’re leaving.” He parades over to his friends, saying goodbye and taking his girl as you hug Sunny and Jimin.

“Hey,” Jungkook eyes him before handing over your daughter, “She’s your reminder,” He moves her in a little circle in front of Yoongi who just rolls his eyes, “Wrap it, my friend.”

“You mean you don’t want one for each arm?” Yoongi teases, making you and Sunny whip around at lightning speed, cutting off your goodbye.

“No!” Sunny, Jimin AND Jungkook all shout. Looking at Yoongi, he glances at you and smirks. Getting playful back, you lift your left hand and wiggle your ring finger.

“There better be something here first before number two comes out,” You giggle, and a chorus of ‘Ooo’s’ erupts, turning Yoongi’s cheeks pink as he squeezes his eyes shut with a big, cheesy, smile. Even your daughter caught onto the sound and repeated it after everyone, laughter the next sound to fill the air.

“We’re leaving!” Yoongi, still grinning, glares at you and hurries for the door. Sunny tosses her arms around you one more time.

“That look on his face,” You say quietly to her, “He has something planned, doesn’t he.” Pulling away from you, Sunny pretends to zip her lips shut and toss the key behind her.

“Baby, let’s go!” Yoongi shouts from down the hall. Sunny pushes your shoulder gently.

“Go make some love with that fine piece of man,” She winks, watching you walk away with a smile on your face, “But love only! No babies!” It was your turn for your cheeks to turn pink, the guys throwing a couple jokes your way as you waved sheepishly to them.

“MAMA!” Rung out down the hall, your daughter shrieking thanks to her father.

“I’m coming!” You shout, turning out the door to find them at the end by the exit.

“Yes, you will be,” Yoongi shouts back. Groaning as you laugh, you ignore his comment and hope the stage hands in the hall did as well. Catching up to him, he holds around the back of your neck with his open arm, and he places a delicate kiss on your lips.

“This was my favorite show,” He says, “Nothing will top this. I love you… so much.” Kissing him again, you hum against his lips and smile.

“I love you more,” You whisper, and he laughs quietly, shaking his head.

“Impossible.”

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llongmu · 1 year

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Please help!

A couple of years ago I read two bts social media aus I really want to find again. I remember the plot and characters really well, so I’ll leave what I know below. Please help me out, I really want to re-read them!

Feel free to tag bts fic rec blogs, they might know.

1. Yoongi x reader (idol!au)

Both Yoongi and y/n are idols

They are at a year end show or something and yoongi disses reader (?)

Meet each other after the show and they accidently wear matching outfits

Keeps wearing matching outfits

People think they’re dating

It was a soft enemy to lovers, they weren’t really enemies but more like rivals/had friendly banter

2. Namjoon x reader (ceo!namjoon, stripper!reader)

Y/n works at Hobis nightclub (called girls/girls/boys?) and does him a favor by dancing for Namjoon who just broke up with Jin.

Y/n takes a bet to sleep with Namjoon

Includes Tae as Joon’s secretary and y/n’s best friend.

Y/n’s sns names was something along the lines of “queen of hearts”

A bonus with rules at the club, there was an incident with high heels

A hamster eating a banana meme

#bts social media au #bts fake texts #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fic finder #bts fic rec #namjoon social media au #yoongi social media au #idol!yoongi #ceo!namjoon

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dari-ede · 1 year

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Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 3

CHAPTER 3: "When You Kiss Me Heaven Sighs"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Character

Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)

Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt it???

Status: Complete

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"I hope you're aware that nothing funny is going to happen tonight," I told Jin teasingly as I stood at the entrance of his dorm.

He let out a light chuckle as he helped me out of my sweater and hung it along the wall. "I know. I only wanted to bring you here so we could have a little more privacy."

"Why would you want more privacy?" I asked, my eyes narrowing in a chide-like way. I was clearly joking, of course.

He hung his head down in embarrassment as he smiled. "Stop insinuating I'm insinuating things."

"I'm just asking simple questions, is all," I said, turning on my heel and stepping into the open living room.

Looking around the area, one would never guess that seven males in their early to mid-20s lived here. I had a brother and cousin I grew up around and both of them were messy. There were several items that seemed out of place and a few corners I could spot that were dirty, but overall, it was pretty clean and neat. A skeptical part of me believed Jin had thoroughly cleaned the area right before I arrived. The smell of floral chemicals were lingering in the air.

"So, what are you planning on doing with me if it isn't to stain my virtue?" I asked, turning to him.

His smile had yet to leave. Motioning me to follow him, we went over to the kitchen.

On the stove, I could see he was preparing something. It smelled pretty good. The smells worked like magic and pulled me in. I found myself hovering over the stove, my mouth salivating at the sight below me.

Jin had prepared a good amount of food and it all looked intoxicating.

There was a reason I had never been slim in my life. I loved food too much to give it up. For a good portion of my life, I had considered becoming a chef. However, after finding out from professional chefs that they hardly cooked at home due to their vocation, I let go of that possibility. It thrilled me when I made a dish for my loved ones. It was more important to me to create something for my family to enjoy than it was to create something for complete strangers. I had other skills, so it wasn't too heartbreaking to let go of that dream.

"It should be done already," Jin said as he took a spoon to get a taste. After tasting it, he gave a nod of approval and turned off the stove. Then, pretty expertly, he finely chopped some green onion and began to set the food up on different dishes.

I tried to help, but he swatted me away and demanded to wash my hands so I would be ready to eat. I gave a small pout but did as I was told.

It was our fourth date. The previous ones had all been different. The first date had been a very nice dinner. We had gone on a nice walk along the river once during sunset on our second date. Not many people were present, so we were able to feel a little at ease. And on the last date, we went to a bar and had a private room to ourselves where he showed me how to play pool. It was there that I mentioned to him I loved to cook. My mother developed arthritis when I was very young. She loved cooking, but due to her condition, she decided to teach me everything she knew. Since then, I had always cooked for myself. Other than take-out and at restaurants, no one had ever cooked for me since then.

"Well, that's about to change," he had said with a voice of conviction.

It was the confidence that made my heart flutter and made me feel a little hot. Truth be told, while Jin was physically gorgeous, his face nor his shoulders were his best attributes. The most attractive thing about Kim Seokjin was his confidence. There was a self-assuredness he carried with him that took hold of my attention. He didn't seem to like someone in his 20s; more like well into his 30s.

I had to admit, it was definitely a nice change from dating guys who didn't know themselves very well and questioned everything they did.

Jin managed to take all the plates to the table himself. He took out a nice bottle of wine as well. A warm smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes met mine as he pulled a chair out for me.

His gentlemanly ways were also gaining a lot of points.

Once I was settled in my seat, he sat across from me and we started to eat.

The conversation was the same as our others: giving small bits of information about our personal lives. Every now and then we shared stories or info that went a little deeper.

I opened up about the stress I felt financially. I was doing ok, but there were times that I wished I had a little more so I didn't have to be so frugal with my money. Thankfully, I had gained the promotion, so that had taken much of the pressure off my shoulders.

Jin then went on to share his struggles of being an idol. What bothered him more than anything was the inability not to do whatever he wanted. He felt restraints coming from all over.

I had known him for not even a month, but I believe I had learned how to read his face and energy a little more clearly. As he spoke of his lack of freedom, I felt the heartbreak.

Jin didn't seem to wallow in disappointment too much because he began to list all the things he enjoyed about his job. One of his favorites was touring. However, that came with a negative.

"I get to see different cities, cultures, and most importantly, fans. But then I'm away from home. It's difficult to stay in contact with loved ones from another country. Calling family and friends becomes a struggle," he said as he took a sip of his wine.

His voice had a slight hint of sadness. I kept my eyes on him and listened intently.

"We're set to go back on tour in a few weeks and we have some things to do on our schedule for America. Prepping for the tour and schedule is going to be quite busy," he said, his mouth turned downward.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked, a feeling of disappointment creeping in just a little.

I had gotten so used to him these last few weeks. On top of our dates, we had talked on the phone and messaged each other almost every day now. Hearing that communication wouldn't be the same was disheartening.

"A little over a month." He looked up, catching my eyes.

Quietly, I nodded. I took a slow bite of the food, letting the information he was giving me sink in.

This was one of the many reasons I didn't want to date an idol. They had hectic schedules that didn't give them much of a personal life. The communication between us came in waves throughout the day as it was. Sometimes, I would go hours without hearing from him, but then we would be talking non-stop for a solid two hours. His schedule wasn't consistent, so I was left checking my phone every ten minutes.

Yeah, dating an idol wasn't a good idea. Maybe after he left for his tour he would forget about me. By the time he came back, he might stop calling me and find some other chick to laugh at his jokes and drool over his gorgeous face.

How long until he left, though? How many more dates did I have until Kim Seokjin walked out of my life?

There was a slight cramp in my chest all of a sudden. I coughed it up to heartburn and tried to ignore it.

"When will you be leaving for the tour?" I asked, trying to sound casual as the jab in my chest deepened.

"In a couple of weeks." His eyes stayed on me as if trying to get a reading out of me.

I felt taken aback. "Two weeks?!"

He gave a slight nod but didn't say anything. His eyes followed me closely.

My stomach started to feel a little unsettled now. What the hell did I eat that was making me feel so bad all of a sudden?

"That's not too long from now," I said, wondering why I was sounding pouty.

"I wanted to see you as often as I could before things got too busy," he then began. "I don't have any days free, but there are gaps late in the day where we can hang out. Or you can probably come on set and hang out behind the scenes."

I frowned at this. "Girls are allowed to come around?"

"Yeah. Some of the other guys have girlfriends too and they come around while we're—" his eyes became wide as he caught himself.

I had caught it as well. "Other guys have girlfriends, too." I felt my cheeks get hot.

Suddenly, that self-confident guy disappeared. "I didn't mean to say 'too'. Sorry, that's a mistake. Of course, I don't consider you my girlfriend—I haven't asked you properly yet, so—" he stumbled on his words once more and his eyes grew wider with worry and embarrassment.

I was finding the room pretty stuffy and warm. I took a sip of water, trying to cool myself.

"Not yet, I meant that if you were to be my girlfriend, I would definitely ask and not just assume. It would be very impolite of me to do that and I want you to know that I very much respect you." Jin was speaking so fast that I had trouble believing his lips were actually moving.

Thump!

The sudden crashing noise made the two of us jump in our seats. Jin let out a scream of shock. I covered my head out of impulse. I didn't do well with loud noises.

"Oh, sorry," came a gruff voice off in the distance.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah," Jin said. "You scared me."

Seeing that nothing bad had occurred following the noise, I felt it safe to peek out of my arms and turn to where the noise and voice had come from.

A slim figure wearing all black was straightening a lamp up. That's probably what had fallen down.

My arms came down and I took some breaths to try to slow my heart rate.

The slim figure shuffled his way a little closer to us. He looked like a sloth by his slow movements. He had a bucket hat on that was covering half his face; I wasn't completely sure if he was even human.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jin asked in a scolding manner. "You're sick, remember?"

Sloth man let out a low grunt. "Need more tea."

"The kettle is on," Jin informed him. "Want me to prepare it?"

"I got it." The sloth creature finally reached us. He glanced at me and he gave a light greeting gesture. "I'm Yoongi."

I introduced myself to him, giving him a smile after meeting his eyes. Yeah, he was a guy. A very sick-looking guy.

As Yoongi made his way toward the kettle, I noticed the clock on the wall. Shit, I really needed to get home. I had something due for work tomorrow. Jin knew this and had agreed to take me home by a certain time.

"Jin—the time," I said, motioning him to take a look at the clock.

Jin turned and let out a curse under his breath, which he quickly apologized for. "I'll call a car. It shouldn't take them too long to get here." He took out his phone to make the call.

"Can I use your restroom?" I asked, getting up from my seat.

Jin nodded, pointed to the hall Yoongi had walked out of a bit ago and gave me directions on how to get there.

I couldn't imagine how long I had stayed over. I had hoped it would only be two hours, but we had doubled that. I sent my coworkers a quick email letting them know my portion of the work might get to them a little late. Truth was that I was done with it, but still wanted to go over it one final time before submitting it.

After I was done, I came out of the restroom. I was walking down the hall and about to enter the living room when I heard Jin and Yoongi talking. I caught my name, so I pulled back and decided to hear what they had to say.

"You're lucky I was here. I saved you from that embarrassment," I heard Yoongi say with a light chuckle.

"What embarrassment?" Jin asked defensively.

Yoongi let out a low laugh. "You were making a fool out of yourself with her. Kept stumbling over your words. You should have seen how red you got."

"How long have you been watching us?!" Jin demanded.

"A while."

"A while?!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you have no perception of time with her. I agreed to stay there for two hours. You should be grateful because I sent the young ones a message to not come home for another two hours. They would have walked through that door and made things worse for you." Yoongi's voice definitely sounded sick, but he sounded extremely perky.

Jin let out a grunt. "That would have been a pain to deal with."

"I should have recorded it though and sent it to them."

"What?"

"How you look with her. Really, you couldn't keep your eyes off her as you blabbered on about how much you respect her."

Smack!

Yoongi let out a laugh then a groan. "That hurt."

"I think it's time you go."

"I gotta say goodbye first. It would be very impolite of me. And I very much respect her—" he started to say with a mocking tone.

Smack!

Another laugh and groan from Yoongi. "Ow. You haven't hit me that hard in years. You must really like her."

"Out," Jin demanded.

Yoongi let out another chuckle. "Ok, ok, ok."

I knew I couldn't stay hidden anymore. I pretended as if I had just walked out of the restroom and Yoongi and I met at the end of the hall, next to the living room.

Yoongi made eye contact with me as he held onto his tea. He greeted me, saying my name pretty loud. I knew he was making sure Jin heard. "It was nice meeting you," he said while he bent his neck.

I bent mine back to him. "Nice to meet you as well."

"I'm sure I'll see you again," he said with a smirk and walked away.

I saw him disappear into the hall. Turning back, I saw Jin walking towards me.

He gave a small smile. "There was a driver nearby. He should be downstairs shortly." He motioned towards the door.

I made my way over to him and together we put on our sweaters and shoes. Jin made sure to put on his mask, just in case anyone outside caught us.

Once downstairs at the entrance, there was a black van waiting for us. We made our way in and were driven to my apartment.

We spoke a little on our ride.

Once we reached my apartment complex, Jin insisted on walking me to my front door.

As we made our way into the building, I asked for one of the recipes he had used, but he refused to give it to me.

"Why can't I have it?" I asked with mocking irritation.

"I'd rather teach it to you," he explained. "We'll do it all together. Prepping, cleaning, mixing, cooking. It'll be fun."

An image of Jin and I cooking together came into view and I couldn't help but feel the excitement. Cooking was something I always enjoyed doing and every date I'd had with Jin had been quite meaningful. To combine both things, I was sure he would have me melting.

"I'll look forward to it," I said as I stopped. We arrived at my door.

"So this is your place?" he asked, nodding to the door.

I gave a nod and looked into his beautiful features. "Thank you for today. It was nice to have someone else cook for once."

"It was my pleasure." His voice was low and sultry as he took a step closer. There was a look in his eye that I had seen before in guys. And the half smirk on his lips told me I was right on my suspicions.

My heart rate began to spike. I opened my mouth to come up with an excuse for needing to hurry inside, but the words never came out.

Pillowy, soft lips were gently placed on my lips. The feeling of warm, large hands came on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My eyes closed as my heart fluttered. Butterflies flew all around my stomach once I felt his lips move along mine. I lightly felt the tip of his tongue brush on my top lip. Instinctively, my arms came around his neck, holding him tight. My lips moved against his as well. He went on to hold onto my bottom lip and tugged at it using the right amount of suction. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, making me feel like I was in the clouds. But slowly, it became a little intense. On tongues stayed inside our mouths, but the movement of his lips and how they nibbed at mine with the right amount of pressure...made me feel like my skin was on fire.

I heard a noise come out of me I had never heard before. And I felt the smirk upon his lips immediately following the noise. He was so damn proud of himself.

And I hated him.

Hated him for the way he kissed.

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bangtanbapple · 2 years

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Once Upon a Time By yoomfi (twitter)

Author description: idol jimin has always been recognised for soft concepts every comeback. but when he returns with a new single "once upon a time not long ago, I was a hoe", everyone's jaws dropped. including foul-mouthed rapper agust d. Group: BTS Main ship: Yoonmin Chapters: 72 (Complete)

#bts fic rec #bts smau #posted on twitter #complete #mainyoonmin #yoonminau #famous #both are famous #famous!Jimin #famous!yoongi #idol!jimin #idol!yoongi #ex boyfriends trope

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euphoricfilter · 29 days

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HIIII GIRLY. I saw your drabble game anddd how about

"How could we ever just be friends" + yoongi djskskjs

just friends:

pairing: yoongi x gn! reader

genre: fluff || mild hurt with a lot of comfort || non-idol au

summary: maybe you were never just friends

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: feelings, fluff, the smallest hint of hurt, they’re actually just really in love and the m/c is slightly oblivious but yoon is a big old sweetheart

notes: OMG HEY!!!!! you didn’t ask for a specific au so i did indulge slightly and made it fluffy and soft, hope you like it :D

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There had always been something utterly unique about Yoongi’s existence in your eyes. He had been the first, and only person whose life had meant anything to you.

You’d spent most of your life aimlessly wandering, taking each day as it came and only hoped it would get better the more you trudged through. Fingers letting go of the ropes of friendships you’d made and lost—people you didn’t pay any mind to now that they weren’t in your life.

You didn’t miss them. Never thought of them unless they were right in front of you, if they never made themselves known.

But Yoongi had been different.

It didn’t take his physical presence for you to wonder how he was doing. He didn’t need to message first for you to ask how his day was. Dreams filled with another reality, what the two of you would be doing the next time you met, how sweet your name sounded from his lips. Or that sweet smile he would give you every time you stumbled over your words, too caught up in his eyes your brain malfunctions and you forget how to speak.

Thoughts consumed by him, feelings wrapping around the idea of his existence, soul dancing around his in this weird push and pull, not quite just friends but not really anything more.

Special, precious, perfect, Yoongi.

In all your years alive you’d never had a crush until that first moment you met. Never once thought of another human being in any other way that wasn’t platonic. It felt as though part of your world had started to crumble to moment, you’d acknowledged how you truly felt about him, stuck in this endless dilemma. Because who were you meant to tell him about your feelings when he was your closest friend? What if he asked who it was? He knew you rarely went out, and you sure as hell would have told him if you’d gone on any dates. So, you’d been stewing in your own feelings for as long as you can remember, too scared to utter a word about what was really happening between the two of you.

Because, sure his touches lingered, warm skin pressed against one another until the heat has travelled to your cheeks and you refuse to look at him, too scared he’d see how flustered you were. And sure there was the nicknames, though that was something he’d started early on, and you had doubts he fell in love just as quickly as you did.

Sometimes it felt like he only smiled at you, and yet you could only assume it was because you were his best friend, a safety net for him as much as he was one for you.

But not once had he made it obvious he liked you any more than a friend. A fact you’d slowly decided you could live with.

Just like yourself, it wasn’t very often Yoongi went on dates, you don’t think he’s been on one in the time you’d been friends. Which makes this whole dilemma slightly easier to swallow, because at this moment in time you were probably the most important person in his life.

You got to live out your secret little fantasy, and he got a low maintenance friendship. The perfect exchange.

And truly you believed it would be like this forever, until that little dream in the forefront of your mind was shattered by someone else coming into his life, and the two of you slowly drifting apart.

That was until tonight.

It wasn’t often you drank, never indulged in the fine whiskeys Yoongi would bring over to your place, stashed away in the cupboard when he wanted a little something before bed. However, Yoongi had come over with a cocktail making kit, saying he’d done some research because he knew how much you liked sweeter drinks.

And maybe you’d had a few too many, eagerly asking him to make you different drinks from the little book he had, excited as you watched him mix everything together. Utterly amazed by how good everything he made tasted.

You can’t remember what you’d said, words tumbling out your mouth quicker than you could swallow them back down. The small, sane part of your brain slowly catching up to what was happening as you watch Yoongi’s face morph into something slightly more surprised.

“How could we ever just be friends?” he shakes his head, scooting closer to you on the couch.

“Because you don’t like m—”

He holds a finger up to your lips, quick to silence you.

“Don’t finish that”

A frown tugs at the corners of your lips, “but Yoongi—”

He takes hold of your hands, thumb running over delicate skin as he looks at your face.

“No” he shakes his head, “listen to me for a moment, yeah?”

He’s calm, voice tender and smooth.

You nod.

“You’re not forcing me into anything” he starts, “I thought I was being too pushy with you”

You swallow.

“Huh?” your eyes widen slightly, “But I could have sworn you didn’t like me more than a best friend”

The low rumble of a laugh vibrates from his chest, “Best friends don’t look at each other the way I look at you. They don’t hold your hand on days out, or wish they could kiss you when you make that sweet little face when you first wake up in the morning”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you murmur, “I really thought—”

“And why didn’t you tell me, hmm?” he smiles, “feelings are weird.”

You nod, outburst having helped you sober up slightly.

“What now?” your legs bounce a little, so far out of your comfort zone.

“Whatever you want” he reassures.

“I’m scared” it spills past your lips before you can think about it.

He tilts his head slightly in question, “About what? Commitment?”

You shake your head, frantic “I just—I don’t know what to do I’ve never dated a person before”

He gives you a gentle smile, “Just be you. Just like you are now, that’s all I want”

“But what if I want a kiss?” you inch a little closer to him.

“Then I’ll give you a kiss”

“What if I wanted a kiss when we go out to dinner with your friends?”

He laughs, “Doesn’t matter when or where, I’ll always be willing to give you a kiss if that’s what you please”

You chew on your bottom lip.

“I’ve never actually kissed anyone before” you say, shoulders losing their tension, because now this felt normal. Like how it always was with Yoongi, where you didn’t need to have secrets or be scared about what he thought. Because for all the time you’d known him, he had always been by your side, and you hope it will stay like that for the rest of time.

“Then I’ll teach you” he hums, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “Try not to worry your pretty little head too much, I know what you’re like”

“But—” you worry.

“Nope” he laughs, “We’ll work through this together like we do everything else, I’m always here for you, you know that right?”

Your eyes flicker between his for a moment, words settling into your soul as you nod.

“And I’ll always be here for you too, just so you know” the corners of your lips curl up into a smile.

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yoonbroom · 8 months

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

want recs for other groups? check out my navigation → here!

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katnisspeetaprim · 11 months

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Always, Us (Suchwita)

Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Requests open!

Warnings: Established relationship, discussion of pregnancy and marriage, idol!au

Word Count: 1506 M.list

‘Today on suchwita, we have someone people have wanted for a long while.’ Yoongi addressed the cameras as you stood at the side, excitedly waiting for your cue. Since Yoongi started his show, fans had wanted you to make an appearance, but there was never a good enough reason for you to appear until now. You don’t know if the reason fans wanted you here because they genuinely liked you, or if they just wanted to be nosey about your relationship now that it was public. Either way, you were happy to do this for Yoongi.

‘It’s Y/N of the group Prima.’ He stood from his seat and welcomed you with a bow, before pulling your chair out for you. You feigned shock as you sat down.

‘This is how you know cameras are around. He’s acting like a gentleman.’

‘YAH! Don’t say that!’ He snorted with a laugh as he sat down opposite you. ‘I’m always kind.’

‘Sure if you say so.’

‘I’m sure you noticed I got your favourite alcohol here. I’ll keep it for myself if you carry on.’ He smirked, gesturing to the various colourful bottles on the table.

‘You wanna play that game?’ You challenged, leaning forwards with a smirk to match his own. Yoongi relented, leaning back and waving his hands with a smile.

‘Ok, we’re getting off topic and we haven’t even started yet.’ You also relaxed, but you knew you had won that round.

‘As I was aying, this is your favourite. Let me pour you a glass.’ You held out your glass and thanked him as he poured.

‘People have been curious about us since we went public right?’ You asked, getting right into why you were there.

‘Yes.’ He agreed, drinking from his own glass. ‘How did it feel for you to finally be open after having to hide it for so long?’ Yoongi had given you a brief run down of the kind of questions that would be asked the night before, so that you could prepare, though you didn’t want to just write and memorise a script, especially when it came to your love life. You wanted your words to be as natural as possible.

‘It felt good to not have to sneak around. I know you were relieved too.’ Yoongi nodded in agreement.

‘It made me feel like we were a couple of horny teenagers sneaking out at night.’ He laughed.

‘Oh yeah you’re right! But looking back I don’t know why we hid it so long. People have been shipping us since we first met pretty much.’ You smiled warmly, thinking back to when you posted a picture of yourself and a young trainee Yoongi onto your groups twitter account. Yoongi wasn’t well know back then, but your fans were curious about your connection to the young trainee.

‘Do you remember how we met?’ Yoongi asked, smoothly moving the conversation along. You didn’t answer right away. You looked down as a subtle blush spread across your cheeks as you thought of the memory.

‘Why are you blushing? Don’t get shy now!’ Yoongi laughed as he called you out.

‘Shut up.’ You mumbled, all in good fun.

‘Ok. I was late for rehearsal and I ended up barging into your guys room by accident.’ You cringe at that part. ‘ You all stared at me and I was so embarrassed, but you also offended me that day!!’ Yoongi raised his eyebrows questioningly. Had he really?

‘Yes!’ You exclaimed, making him a little nervous. ‘You didn’t know who I was! Even though I debuted like 2 years before that!’ Yoongi sighed in relief and rolled his eyes.

‘I told you before! I didn’t know many current groups back then! I was too busy trying to debut myself.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You crossed your arms with a pout.

‘Why are you pressed about that still? It was over a decade ago!’

‘That’s not the point! I’m your senior so you should respect me!’ Yoongi choked out and exasperated laugh, before he addressed the crew.

‘do you see what I deal with on a daily basis?’

‘You see! This is what I mean.’ You laughed whilst gesturing towards him. ‘No respect...’ Yoongi shook his head, laughing at the interaction.

‘You know, my mom keeps asking me when we’re going to give her grand kids.’ You froze and internally cursed him for bringing up this topic. It’s not like you don’t want babies with him, it just never felt like the right time to try. Especially now with his military service coming up...

‘I always thought we’d try after your enlistment, but we never really discussed it....’ You confessed, feeling the energy of the room die slightly. You saw Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your answer, but he covered it up by rubbing his face.

You weren’t lying when you said it hadn’t been talked about, so your answer definitely caught him off guard.

‘We also need to find time for a wedding.’ He played it off cooly, trying to move on with a joke. You frowned to yourself. His reaction was strange. This definitely needed more investigating.

The remainder of filming flew by. You’d managed to avoid any more awkwardness after that and put on a good show. You were fairly certain that part would be cut anyway. It may have been a little too personal to bring it up in that way in hindsight....

‘So, do you want to talk about what you said?’ Both you and Yoongi were sat in his car in the parking lot. You could get a lift from the company driver, but Yoongi proffered the freedom of being able to drive himself. ‘About having kids?’ He looked over to you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Looking down at your hands in your lap, you began to speak.

‘I meant what I said. I want kids with you, but I ... also don’t want to give up my career...’ You trailed off. He sucked in a breath at your words, but stayed silent. ‘I just said that about your enlistment because I didn’t know what else to say.’ You sniffled slightly, but you were determined to not get upset. Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your thigh and leaned across the console.

‘Hey. You won’t loose your career. You really think Bang PD would let you go after all these years?’ He spoke soothingly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop a few tears escaping your eyes.

‘I know it’s stupid to think this way but-‘ Yoongi quickly shook his head.

‘Don’t talk like that. If you’re upset it’s not stupid, ok?’ He had now moved his hand to the back of your neck, rubbing calming circles into your skin. You slowly looked up at him to see him giving you a reassuring smile. You were unable to stop yourself from reaching up and pulling him into a hug, or as much as you could manage with the gear box between you.

‘I’m sorry I got upset.’ You mumbled into his neck. He craned his neck to place a kiss on the side of your head.

‘Nothing to be sorry for.’ You both stayed like that for a few relaxing moment as you calmed down. Pulling back, you wiped at your eyes before quickly pecking his lips.

‘We need to talk properly at some point, but right now I need you to take me home so I can stuff my face with ice cream.’ Yoongi broke out into his iconic gummy smile as he stared at you.

‘You must be feeling better if you can crack jokes. Now put your seatbelt on woman.’ Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot and started the journey home. You both sat in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the quiet radio played in the car. You thought back to the filming, when you suddenly remembered something he so casually said during the interview.

‘So...’ He glanced at you briefly, before looking back to the road. ‘What was that about a wedding?’ You smirked when he choked on his own spit and clearing his throat.

‘Ah yeah. That...’

‘You haven’t even proposed to me.’ You teased, hoping he might get a hint. Yoongi fully looked at you when he pulled up to a traffic light, smile tugging at his lips.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘I certainly wouldn’t be oppose to the idea!’ You both sent coy smiles to each other and that was that. Conversation over.’ The two of you didn’t need to get married to know you loved each other, but having said that...

And thus, a few weeks later, Korea woke to the news that you and Yoongi had secretly eloped and made your marriage official.

You had a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but you got out of it by promising that you would have a ‘proper’ ceremony at a later date. For now though, you were both content with how things were.

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #drabble #reaction #smut #angst #fluff #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au #Request

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Agust Dad—Eight

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry

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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.

You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.

You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.

And the best part of it all..

Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.

And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.

Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.

You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.

Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.

"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."

You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.

You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.

“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.

Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.

"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."

He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.

“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.

Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.

"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”

“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.

“Surprise!”

You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.

There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.

Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.

You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.

“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.

It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.

Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.

After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.

You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.

"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.

Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.

"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.

“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.

You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.

You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.

You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.

You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.

It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.

You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..

You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.

You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.

You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello? Y/N?”

A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.

“Mom?”

You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.

So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?

You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.

Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.

"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.

"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.

"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.

There’s a long pause.

The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.

“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?

“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”

She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.

Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,

It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.

“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.

You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.

You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.

You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.

And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.

Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.

Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"

"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.

You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.

You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.

You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.

Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.

He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.

Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.

One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.

He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.

He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.

“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.

Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.

"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.

“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”

“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.

“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.

“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.

Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.

"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.

“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.

He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”

There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.

“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.

He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.

"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.

His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.

It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.

Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.

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7brownsuga7 · 1 month

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bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!

i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented

Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3

Namjoon:

• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes

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Sharing The Moment | MYG

Pair: Yoongi x reader

Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned.

Genre: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au

WC: 1169

Before the both of you stepped into the stadium, you could feel the ground vibrating from all the fan’s anticipation. The arena felt alive before the real show even started. It was the last day of Yoongi’s D-Day tour in Seoul and all the fans were there early. Whether is it giving out fanmade gifts, food, or drinks, they - Is that a tangerine in her hand? And is that a whole bag of it?!

The atmosphere was electric but for you, today was something even more special. You were not only here as a fan but also as Yoongi’s family. While ARMY’s certainly had eagle eyes, they have yet to catch on that you weren’t the only surprise that day. Your son, Min Ji-Hye, a carbon copy of his dad, was the source of the surprise. His little body was buzzing with energy.

Since young, Ji-Hye has looked up to his father’s music and absolutely idolizes him. Every time Yoongi works from home or comes home with new music, Ji-Hye would demand listening to it even if it is the rawest version. Of course, Yoongi tries to keep the cursing to a minimum whenever Ji-Hye is around.

The both of you found your seats in the middle catalogs which the staff has reserved especially for the both of you. Ensuring that Ji-Hye wouldn’t fall off his bumper seat, you started to set the area for the both of you so that you wouldn’t miss a single second to find some water. You were so engrossed in ensuring that your son had everything he needed that you didn’t realise Jin and Hobi were standing right next to you.

You jumped when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, immediately turning around with large eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t cause trouble for your husband if you got mobbed or something during his concert. But you found two laughing figures and calmed down once you heard Jin’s signature laugh.

“Yah, don’t scare me like that!” You chided.

“It was you who weren’t paying attention! We were here the whole time!”

You were about to shoot back another snarky remark when - “Seoul, ARE YOU READY?”

Cheers from all directions engulfed you as fireworks lit up the stage. Yoongi came blasting from the backstage and no matter how many times you have been to BTS concerts, you never get tired of seeing them perform. The raw passion in their movements and voices always ensures that the audience has one of the best concerts.

You turned over to see Ji-Hye at the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the stage. You had dressed him in Yoongi’s stage outfit, complete with a cap that looked a few sizes too big (it was taken from Yoongi’s closet). With his cat-like eyes and gummy smile, he was essentially Yoongi 2.0.

Watching your son sing and jump to the lyrics of his father, your lips curled upwards in a loving smile. While he didn’t quite understand the depth and innuendos of the songs, he was enjoying himself and you knew how much this concert meant to him. With the news of Yoongi’s enlistment, you knew that your time together would be cut short for two years.

You had told him that telling ARMY a day after the concert wasn’t going to be the best decision but management pulled through so it was scheduled as it is. So both of you continued to enjoy the concert with the new addition of Uncle Namjoon.

As the music filled the stadium, Yoongi delivered an electrifying performance, pouring his heart and soul into every lyric. His presence on stage was magnetic and the fans were completely enthralled. You thought that you could hold back the tears as he broke down in front of all his fans but the tears streamed down your cheeks, staining them in a salty caress.

Amidst the sea of fans, Ji-Hye suddenly squirmed and wriggled his way past the people in front of him. Running down the steps, you tried to catch him when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist. “He’s safe, don’t worry. There are guards everywhere.”

But you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got lost? What if fans start to swarm around him and he can’t make it to Yoongi or any of the guards in time? Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his little figure making his way up the stage. There was a collective gasp from the fans nearby as they realised what was happening.

The surrounding security personnel recognised him and allowed him to approach the stage, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t fall down the large steps. Yoongi had just finished a ‘Life Goes On’ and was taking a moment to catch his breath when he saw little feet running up towards him. His eyes widened and broke out into a huge grin when he saw him, squatting down to his level and spreading his arms. The fans, realising that he was Yoongi’s son, started to cheer even louder.

The moment Ji-Hye crashed into Yoongi, every ounce of fear that Ji-Hye would be afraid of the cheers washed away in that instance. Yoongi scooped him up, hugging him tightly as your son laughed into the microphone, causing another wave of cheers to vibrate the stadium. It was a moment of pure, unscripted love between a father and his son. You stared at the two most important people in your life on stage, celebrating as if they were the only ones in the world.

The fans were absolutely swooning - taking in this whole scene with hearty eyes and red faces - their hearts melted by the sheer adorableness of the scene. They watched as Ji-Hye whispered something into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and affection.

Yoongi turned to the fans, holding Ji-Hye high above his head like the scene from Lion King. “This is my son, Min Ji-Hye.” He announced proudly. “He’s a little ARMY like all of you.”

The fans erupted into cheers, shouting their love for both Yoongi and his son. Ji-Hye waved at the crowd, his gummy smile wide, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart felt so big that it was going to explode.

As the concert continued, Yoongi held Ji-Hye in his arms, dancing with him on stage during a couple of songs. It was a moment of pure joy and it was clear that this concert had become something extraordinary - not just for the fans but for Yoongi and your family.

After the concert, Yoongi was still beaming with light as he continued to hold Ji-Hye in his arms. “You know, you stole the show today.” He chuckled to his son.

Ji-Hye looked up at his father, eyes shining with admiration. “Daddy!” He swung his little legs. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

Yoongi’s heart swelled with love. “You can be anything you want. Just remember to always be yourself.”

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swmeltem · 3 months

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My love😍🐈‍⬛

#suga #agust d #yoongi #jungkook #bangta boys #bangtan sonyeondan #kpop #idol #bts #jimin #taehyung #seokjin #bangtan #agustd #namjoon #army #handsome #rapper #d day tour #love #haegum #run bts

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yearofinstitutionalization · 5 months

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71/638 One Suga a day while he is away

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bangtanbapple · 2 years

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Untitled Yoonmin AU (fake dating) By boywithmin (twitter)

Group: BTS Main ship: Yoonmin Other ships: Taekook Chapters: 222 (Complete)

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euphoricfilter · 3 months

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sweet girl:

pairing: yoonji x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || cisswap || established relationship

summary: sometimes work is hard but your girlfriend makes it all better

word count: 2.2k

tags/warnings: smut in the forms of: mommy kink 👹, strap!!!, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, they rub their clits together :D and they kiss because they’re in love, also boobie appreciation, talked about aftercare

notes: teehee, to all the girl lovers. also technically part of this universe but can be read as a standalone (not proofread because i genuinely need sleep)

where you can find the rest of my stuff!!

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“Sweet girl?” Yoonji calls from the couch as the front door opens.

Your shoes pad against the floor before you’re kicking them off, bag making a loud thud as it slips off your shoulder. Desperate fingers tug at the button of your jeans, tugging them down your thighs.

You fall to a standstill when you see Yoonji, her eyes rake down your body.

“Hi” you breathe.

A gentle smile pulls at her lips, “Hey” she starts, beckoning you over, “how was your day?”

You hum, socked feet sliding against the carpet as you fall onto the couch beside her, “Long”

“You look so tired, baby” her hands skim down the length of your arm, soft lips pressing a kiss to your cheek as your eyes close in bliss. You feel some of the tension leave your body, muscles melting and mind floating as Yoonji tugs your head towards her chest.

You wriggle a little, leg lifting over her thigh as you press your face between her tits. You draw in a long breath, arm slipping around her waist as you try and press yourself impossibly closer to your girlfriend.

“My poor thing” she murmurs, fingers raking through your hair, “my poor needy little thing, can feel that greedy cunt of yours clenching, baby”

A mean little laugh tumbles from her lips as your hips jolt forward at her words, cheeks warming at being caught. And yet you couldn’t feel shame, not when she was the prettiest person you’ve ever met, how warm her skin is, touch tender and gentle.

“Need me to help you?” her fingers tug a little at your scalp, breath catching in the back of your throat as you rut your hips forward again. Your clit throbs at the delicious drag of your panties against your cunt, desperate as you roll your hips a little faster.

Yoonji pulls your face from her chest, whine on the tip of your tongue, ready to split before your eyes meet hers, “I asked you a question, sweet thing”

“Need you” you whisper, greedy fingers tugging at her shirt, needing her closer. Layers of clothes too much, an all-consuming want tugging at your body and mind, a desperate need to have Yoonji’s skin against yours.

“Need me to what, baby?” she tips her head down, lips skimming against yours. You press upwards to close that little space between the both of you. Her balmy lipstick smears across your mouth, moan catching in the back of your throat as her tongue presses into your mouth.

She’s the one to pull away from you, curl of a smile on her lips “Tell me”

You swallow, eyes flickering between her own, “Wanna feel good”

“Yeah? Need me to help with that?”

You nod up at her, hand resting against her stomach as you try and press for another kiss.

The fingers still tangled in your hair tug you back.

“Ask me, baby. Ask me to make you feel good”

You wet your bottom lip with your tongue, cheeks flushed as you look at her, absolutely enamoured by her existence.

“Please” you start, “please make me feel good, wanna cum”

“You gonna cum on mommy’s cock?”

Your fingers dig into her shirt, frantic as you nod.

“Be a good girl and get my cock then” she nods towards the bedroom.

You scramble to get up, foot almost catching on the edge of the rug as you stand up.

Yoonji’s fingers loop around the waistband of your panties as you turn towards the bedroom, you stumble backwards as she tugs you towards her.

You let out something akin to a squeak as the sudden force, “bend over for me a little, baby” she murmurs.

You do as she says, goosebumps prickling down your arms as she presses a kiss where your ass meets your thighs.

She pats your side, “Good girl”

You skuttle into the bedroom, pulling a box from under the bed. Raw need thrums through your veins, mind racing as you fumble for which dildo you want, because Yoonji asking you to get the strap meant you got to choose tonight. How much you wanted to be stretched, how numb did you want your mind with nothing but her name circling every fibre of your being until you cum, bones jelly and mind sated. Where you know she’ll kiss tender skin, run the bath for you, sat there as she warms your bones then lays with you in bed.

You pick one of the bigger dildos, lube tucked under your arm. You catch sight of something in the mirror before you leave the bedroom.

You turn a little, bending over slightly, only to see a faint red kiss painting your skin from Yoonji’s lipstick.

You feel arousal dribble past your walls, cotton soaked as you slip out of the bedroom.

“Greedy little thing” Yoonji hums when you drop everything on the couch, “come on, stretch yourself open then” she pats the pillow beside her.

You fall back on the couch, tugging your panties off.

“On your knees” she hums, tugging her shirt over her head, pants kicked off along with her own underwear.

You turn over, back arching as your fingers run through your folds, slick soaked as your cunt clenches.

“How pretty” your girlfriend murmurs, shuffling behind you as she steps into the strap, eyes trained on you. Watching as your fingers slip through your folds, teasing as you dip a finger into yourself, thighs quivering as you press in a little further.

You hear the cap of the lube click open, teasing a second finger at the entrance of your cunt, gentle as you press further into yourself, fingers spreading to stretch yourself open a little more.

“That’s it, sweet thing” Yoonji hums, hands skimming down the back of your thigh. You feel the silicone cock nudge against your ass, lube clinging to your skin as Yoonji ruts against you.

“Please” you shake your ass, fingers spreading yourself open for her.

“Please, what” she taunts, rubbing the bulbous head of her cock over your slick soaked cunt.

“Mommy please” you try and press her into you, fingers balling into fists, “please please please”

“Oh baby” she croons, one hand pulling at your ass to get a better view as she lines up the head of the dildo with your entrance better. A moan drips off your tongue, sweet like honey as she presses into you.

Your hand trails down your body, fingers grazing over your pulsating clit as Yoonji sinks further into you.

“Good girl” she hums, hands kneading your ass, “always such a pretty thing for me, right, baby?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as your mouth tips open in bliss. That full, perfect ache of being stretched open just right wracks up your spine, arousal dripping onto the couch below you as you rut back onto the cock. It’s obscene, the wet smack of your tacky skin against Yoonji’s pelvis, cock shiny, wet with your evident arousal.

“Thank you” it comes out breathless, fingers greedy as you play with your clit, toes curling when Yoonji pulls you back by your hips.

You feel the cock press against your sweet spot, staccato of moans muffled by the coach.

“That’s it” Yoonji croons, fingers digging into your flesh, hips snapping forward. Pleasure crawls up your body, clit throbbing as your hands grasp onto the couch.

“Wanna cum, please, please” you cry, each breath caught in the back of your throat.

“Yeah?”

You barely get the words out, “Please” is all you manage, thighs shaking as you slip closer and closer to release. Yoonji is unrelenting, pulling her cock out to the tip before her hips quickly snap back into you.

“Make a mess over Mommy’s cock”

One of her hands slip across your hip, dancing over your stomach before thrumming at your poor clit, so swollen and desperate.

“Fuck” you moan, hips rutting backwards as she plays with you.

“Cum for me”

Her name lodges in your throat, pussy clenching sporadically as you near your high.

You barely register your own voice, “Please”

“Come on, sweet girl” she presses over your clit a little faster, “so close for me, make a mess of my cock”

Stars dance behind your eyes as you tip over the edge, hiccup of a moan falling past your lips.

“That’s it” Yoonji hums, arousal soaked fingers skimming over your back. She rolls the cock into you slowly, helping you draw out your high.

Your toes tingle as you come to, thighs aching and cunt still clenching around the girthy intrusion.

“Good girl, you still here with me?” she murmurs.

You give her a nod.

“Words, baby”

You swallow, “I’m okay”

“Just okay?”

“Feel good”

A breathy laugh vibrates from her chest, “good”

You feel the ridges of the silicone cock drag against your sensitive walls as she begins to pull out. She lets out a low moan, watching the head of the cock spread your walls open before its slipping out of you, a pitiful dribble of creamy cum slipping down your thighs.

You tilt over, laying on your back, arms open for Yoongi.

She smiles down at you, unhooking her bra, letting it drop to the floor before she’s laying over you.

“God, you’re so pretty” she presses a kiss to your cheek.

Your hips roll upwards, cock pressed between your legs.

“And insatiable” she hums.

Your arms hold her close, “wanna make you feel good too” you murmur, head tilting upwards to press a kiss to her lips.

She indulges you, tongue licking over your bottom lip.

“You don’t have to” she whispers, eyes closed as she presses another chaste kiss to your lips, “just wanted you to feel better after a hard day”

You hum, “please”

Your hips rut upwards again, pleasure shooting up your spine, arousal tacky dildo pressing against your clit deliciously.

“What do you want?” she asks, fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“This off” you tug at the straps of the strap on dildo.

Yoonji pushes herself off you a little, loosening the straps. Your own fingers press into your cunt, palm grazing your clit as the dildo falls to the floor.

“I’ll clean up later” you murmur, another dribble of arousal falling to the couch.

“Don’t worry about it” she leans over you, “leg up baby”

Her fingers wrap around your ankle, helping you lay back on the couch a little better. She tugs your leg up, slotting her own thighs beside yours.

She lifts her hand to her face, spit dribbling into her palm as she brings it down to her own pussy, spreading her folds. She drags her arousal soaked fingers over her clit, low moan catching in the back of her throat at the sudden friction.

Impatient, you lean yourself up onto your elbows, mouth latching onto one of her nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Shit” she whines, lowering her hips. You moan around her nipple at the first slick contact of her cunt pressed against your clit, warm, slick arousal dribbling over your folds.

Her hands trail down her body, fingers lifting up the hood of her clit as she ruts against yours.

“Ah” you moan, mouth falling open in pure bliss.

One of her arms stay hooked around your thigh, using it as leverage as she starts to roll her hips, your own thick arousal mixing with hers.

Your clit throbs, moans drowning out the obscene slick of your pussies rubbing against one another. Your mound is coated in arousal, her inner thighs tainted with your slick.

Each press of her clit over your sends you reeling into delicious overstimulation, still recovering from your last orgasm.

“Oh, darling” she moans, free hand falling to grope your chest.

Your lips wrap back around her nipple, warm breath fanning over her skin as you lick over her chest. Your teeth nip over sensitive skin at a particular thrust, unbridled pleasure coursing through every fibre of your being as she moans your name.

“Cum with me” she whines, trying to catch her own breath.

“Close” you whisper against her skin, teeth sinking into her pert nipples. That twinge of pain is enough to tip Yoonji over the edge, hand grasping at her free boob as she bounces a little.

Your cheeks heat at the lewdness of it all, tingling overstimulation helping you topple over the edge just after Yoonji. She continues to rub your pussies together, riding out the pure pleasure it brings the both of you.

“My good girl” her head tips back, “perfect girl”

You rub the mixture of both your cum and arousal over your clit, fingers twisting to run through her folds as she lets that final wave of arousal dribble over your cunt.

You bring your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on the mixture of your cum as you look up at her.

“How about a nice bath” she suggests, hands skimming up your sides, letting your leg fall back onto the couch.

“Can we use the new bubble bath we got?”

Yoonji lets out a breathy laugh, “Of course”

She leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, tasting that mixture of your arousal.

“Love you” she whispers.

“I love you so much” you say, arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her in for a proper kiss.

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