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tiedyeflannels · 6 months

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Converse High

Min Yoongi x reader

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A/N: Hi! Not sure what to put here, but I did want to thank @maple-leaves-in-the-wind for kind of helping me with the plot. Love ya <3 Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

"This song was actually inspired by someone that Suga met one day at a convenience store,” Namjoon said.

The boys were doing some promotion of their new album The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1 at a radio station, when one of the hosts asked what made them come up with lyrics in ‘Converse High’.

“Yeah, I went to a convenience store near our dorm late at night because I was hungry and wanted something to eat, so I bought some ramen. There was this girl wearing red high tops, heating up her food, but the other microwaves were out of order so I had to wait until she was done so I could heat up mine. She must’ve known that I was behind her waiting because she asked if I wanted her to heat mine up too since she was already there,” he laughed at the memory.

He continued, “She was really cool and even gave me her secret ramen recipe that tasted really good.”

“So, thank you Suga’s mystery girl, for inspiring him and the hyungs to write this song,” Jimin said, looking into the camera.

“Did you ever get her name, hyung,” Namjoon asked, turning over to Yoongi.

Yoongi thought for a moment, then chuckled. “You know, I don’t think I ever thought to ask.”

Why did this have to happen today?

I internally kicked myself for not realizing what we were supposed to be doing today. I continued to run through the park, dodging random passersby and the occasional low hanging tree branch before I made it to where the rest of the crew was set up.

The boys were filming a RUN BTS episode today that we were supposed to come early to help set up, but thanks to my faulty alarm and the fact that I didn’t have it on my schedule because we were constantly reminded of it, I totally forgot.

I eventually set my stuff down and quietly walked over to Yumi and started to take out my camera.

“What happened? Why are you so late,” she whispered, not wanting to have the camera pick it up even though we weren’t the ones who were wearing mic packs.

“Everyone thought you were dealing with a hangover for how late you are!”

“I know,” I whispered back, making sure my camera was in working condition. “But one, everyone should know that I rarely drink and two, I didn’t think that I needed to put it on my schedule because we were constantly getting reminded of it, but I guess I was wrong.”

I snapped a couple of test pictures of the boys to make sure that everything was working fine before looking over a Yumi.

“Why didn’t you set an alarm, I literally texted you about this last night so you didn’t forget,” she deadpanned.

“I did set an alarm, but it didn’t go off so I guess I got to sleep in,” I quietly chuckled, scratching the back of my neck.

Yumi smiled and shook her head, “You, my dear, are going to get in so much trouble.”

I groaned, “Please don’t remind me. I’m still trying to get over the lecture the director gave me last time I was late to a RUN shoot.”

I really need to start putting things in my schedule. Not only did I receive a massive lecture from the director telling me how irresponsible I was, I didn’t get to eat any of the snacks that were laid out for staff as punishment for not helping.

It didn’t help that I didn’t get anything to eat on the way out of my house because I was too focused on making it here at a reasonable time, so I was basically running on nothing and the snacks were looking REALLY good right now, but as my stomach growled I sighed and walked away, not wanting to torture myself anymore.

“Alright everyone, let’s get back to filming,” the director said, looking around to make sure everyone was ready.

Since we were filming this RUN BTS episode at a carnival, everyone got their own camera person and because of that, the rest of the crew- including Yumi and I- got to roam around and take pictures.

“So, we get to do whatever,” Hobi excitedly asked.

The director nodded and the boys started cheering. Their little celebration was cut a little short when the director spoke up.

“But, this is still a competition and there is a spy. You guys are going to have to figure out who the spy is by the end of the day in order to win, if you don’t, then the spy will win.”

The guys simultaneously groaned and then started eyeing each other. The director continued to explain some of the rules, stating that everyone will be playing the games as normal.

“With that being said, you are free to do whatever you please.”

The guys made a run for any games they can get to the fastest. A couple of them went to the same game and started yelling at each other to go to a different game. The staff chuckled at their competitiveness, then started to part ways to record each of the boys.

Recording lasted about 3 hours and it was safe to say… I’m about ready to pass out.

Half way through the shoot, I had bought some mini donuts, but it was not filling and it made me feel a bit sluggish. Shooting had concluded and revealed Jungkook as the spy, much to everyone’s surprise and then the crew wrapped up.

We were told that the carnival would be open for staff and the members if they wanted to go around and spend time together. Naturally, when we were told that, I immediately thought about leaving to find the nearest convenience store for some kind of food, but Yumi had to pull me from my thoughts.

“Y/n! We should go play something! How about darts,” she asked as she started tugging me over to the stall.

I groaned.

“No, I’m really hungry and nothing here is filling. I’ve got to get something in me before I, either, die of starvation or simply pass out from low blood sugar,” I said as I tried to get out of her grasp.

She sighed, letting go of my hand and placing them out her hips. “Come on Y/n, just play one game with me and then I’ll let you go. You never know when you’re gonna get to go to the carnival again.”

I mirrored her actions and put my hand on my hips. “First of all, this carnival is going to be open tomorrow too, so we can go then,” I said, and she nodded in acknowledgement, “and second, you can get someone else to play with you. I promise I’ll play all the games you want tomorrow, okay?”

She paused for a moment before letting her hands fall to her sides and sighed.

“Okay… BUT! You’re gonna pay for my food AND we get on some of the rides too. Deal?”

She held out her pinky toward me. I playfully rolled my eyes and linked my pinky with her’s securing the promise.

“Deal! Now, I’m gonna go before I land face first into this dirt,” I said, walking away while waving to her.

She waved back and went over to some of the other staff standing by a booth. I walked over to where the camera crew was now disassembling their equipment and once I got to my bag, I started carefully taking apart my camera.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as I looked over to the microwaves and saw that all but one were ‘out of order’ and the guy using it looked like he was going to be there for a while.

Just my luck, huh?

I shook my head and sighed, but went to pick out my food while I waited for the microwave to be available. Walking through the aisles, looking for my ramen, and happily grabbing it when I found it, then walking over to the rows of coolers to get a drink.

I walked over to the counter and paid for my food, then headed back to the microwaves. Luckily the guy from before was done heating up all his food and now it was my turn.

I peeled the top of the ramen container back and walked over to put some water in it from the drinking fountain next to the microwaves. Once I was done putting in the water, I moved back to the microwaves and started to heat up my ramen.

While I was waiting there, I heard the quiet shuffling of feet behind me followed by a sigh. I looked into one of the microwaves and saw Yoongi standing behind me.

I quietly chuckled and said, “Would you like me to heat yours up too?”

I heard a confused “huh?” and turned around to greet Yoongi, bowing slightly.

He returned the bow with the confused look still written all over his face. “How did you know that I was behind you?”

A smirk grew onto my face, “A great magician never reveals their secrets.”

The confusion grew deeper as his eyebrows furrowed ever more.

At this point I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “I’m kidding, I heard feet shuffling behind me and I could see your reflection in the microwaves,” I said slightly turning toward the microwaves to point at them.

He slowly nodded at my explanation. The microwave beeped, letting me know that my food was ready. I pulled out my food, setting it off to the side before I turned back to Yoongi.

“Going back to what I said earlier, would you like me to heat that up for you too?”

“Oh! Yes please.”

I took the cup of ramen from him and put it into the microwave, putting in the recommended amount of time and then pressing start.

“So… what brings you here? I would’ve thought that you would be with the others right now at the carnival,” I said, leaning against the counter and stirring my ramen with some chopsticks that were nearby.

He shrugged, “Well, Taehyung was trying to drag me to one of the rides, but I played the “I don’t feel good” card and no more questions were asked.”

Humming in response, I took a bite of my ramen. As I stirred my ramen ready to take another bite, the microwave beeped signaling that the food was ready.

Yoongi moved to open the microwave as I grabbed some chopsticks to hand to him, earning a quiet “thank you” before he started mixing his food. Still leaning against the counter, I watched as he walked over to the condiments bar and started to dig around in the cooler.

He proceeded to take out a slice of cheese and put it on his ramen, closing the lid.

Huh. That’s interesting…

“Would you like to sit with me? It’d be nice to have some company,” I asked as I walked to a table near a window overlooking the street.

“Sure,” he said as he walked over to the table, taking the seat across from me.

I continued to eat my ramen as he stirred his and I couldn’t stop the question rolling off my tongue, “Did you come up with that?”

He looked up from his food and I pointed to noodles that had strings of cheese hanging on them. “Hmm? Oh, you mean adding cheese to ramen?”

I nodded.

He looked down at his food, “Nope, someone taught it to me a few years back. I thought it tasted really good so I’ve been eating it like this ever since.” I nodded and went back to eating.

We quietly ate for a while which allowed me to finish my meal, setting it aside and reaching to pull out my phone from my back pocket until Yoongi spoke up.

“What about you? Do you put anything special in your ramen,” he asked before slurping down the rest of the noodles.

I hummed, “Coincidentally, I put cheese in my ramen too, but it’s something I’ve been doing since I was a kid. I used to call it my ‘secret recipe’.”

“Wait…”

I was a little confused at his reaction and even more so when his face lit up like a light bulb just went off in his head.

“Do you remember if you taught someone this secret recipe of yours a few years back,” he asked slowly.

Tilting my head and humming I tried to think back. “Um, I’d like to say I did, but I tend to forget things pretty easily so it’s a little hard to say. Why?”

“Because I don’t think this ‘coincident’ is a coincidence at all. I’ve been having a weird sense of deja vu since you asked me that question at the microwaves,” he looked at me while I was still confused.

I shook my head lightly, trying to wrap my head around this. “Wait, so we’ve met before?”

He nodded as a small smile started to form on his lips.

“Then how come I don’t remember you? I feel like I would’ve,” I said, brows furrowing.

“Well, we had that run in back in 2015, so it makes sense that we wouldn’t recognize each other after 3 years. Plus, we weren’t that big in 2015 which also makes sense why you didn’t recognize me back then.”

Nodding, I hummed, taking all of this in. No wonder I thought it was interesting when I saw him add cheese to his ramen.

Now that I thought about it a little more it should’ve tipped me off that we might've met before when I noticed him adding cheese to his ramen since I really only teach that to a select few.

“I have to say… it’s pretty cool that you still remember that day,” I said with a smile starting to form on my face.

“How could I not! Because of that little interaction, we were inspired to make a song,” he said nonchalantly, leaning back and crossing his arms.

If I had something in my mouth at this exact time, I surely would've spit it out right now after the sudden epiphany I had hearing that statement.

“WAIT A SECOND! I’m ‘the girl from the convenience store’ that inspired you to write Converse High?!” I was quite literally at the edge of my seat as I leaned further over the table.

He was a little surprised at my reaction, but then looked to the side with a hint of a smile. “Well yeah, you kind of left a lasting impression with your ‘secret recipe’ and those red converse you wore.”

I chuckled at the thought of my converse leaving a lasting impression on someone so much so that they would write a song.

It was his time to lean forward, putting his elbows on the table and squinting his eyes just a bit, “How did you know that you were the girl that inspired Converse High?”

He dramatically gasped, putting a hand on his chest, “Were you secretly a fan back then and were just faking it to get close to me?”

I snorted and waved him off, “Please, I barely knew who BTS was back then so don’t flatter yourself too much, Min Yoongi.”

A slight frown appeared on his face, leaning back with his cross once again, "And the reason I know about the inspiration behind Converse High is because when I was doing research on what group Big Hit managed when I applied as a photographer, so I happened to come across a certain video of BTS at a radio station talking about the song.”

“I just didn’t think that your ‘mystery girl’ would have been me,” I said with a shrug, leaning back and crossing my arms, almost mirroring Yoongi, but he seemed a bit taken aback from the mention of “his mystery girl”.

He lightly scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I might’ve talked about you a little too much in the dorms and that caused Jimin to think that I had a crush on you,” he rolled his eyes at how ridiculous Jimin’s thought was.

“In reality, I thought you were really cool and I was a little sad that I didn’t get your name because I wanted to get to know more about you. I remember the rest of the members scolding me for not asking your name”

I giggled, the smile staying on my lips, “I thought you were pretty cool too, you know. Back then, I mean. I would’ve loved to get to know you more too.”

“Maybe it’s not too late. If you want, we could get to know each other over some coffee tomorrow?”

It was my turn to be dramatic, gasping and placing a hand on my chest. “Is THE Min Yoongi asking me out to coffee?!”

He chuckled at my overdramatic question, but nodded.

“I would love to! Oh, we would have to get coffee sometime during the day, though, because I promised Yumi that I would go to the carnival with her tomorrow night. But it’s nothing official, so you can join if you want. We could just hang out,” I said.

He put his hand to his chin, as if in thought, “Sure I don’t see why not.”

I scoffed, shaking my head as a smile grew on my face.

“Great, then it’s a date!”

He started to mirror my smile, “Great, I can’t wait, uh…”

My smile instantly fell. “Don’t tell me that you don’t know my name? I’ve been working with you for years!”

He laughed, “Of course I do, but just humor me this once. I’m trying to right a past wrong, ok?”

I lightly shook my head.

“Fine.” I sighed, sticking out my hand toward him with a warm smile, “Y/n. Nice to meet you!”

He reached over and took my hand in his, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Yoongi.”

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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For the Drabble game! “They smiled at each other, lost in their own world.” with Yoongi!! Smut and Fluff for the tags but if you think the other tags fit better the others look fun too!! Thank you💜��I love your workkkk!!! 💜💜💜

in the silence of the studio:

pairing: producer! yoongi x f. reader

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

summary: no one ever seems to bring up why you and yoongi always disappear during the company’s release parties.

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: fingering, studio sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), a singular slap to her pussy, creampie, cum play, implied cockwarming

notes: prompt from the drabble game <3 i've never written such short smut before.. :')

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They smiled at each other, lost in their own world; sea of people long forgotten as Yoongi’s arm slips around your waist, your hand falling onto his shoulder as your bodies sway, hearts in sync. Music far from slow, some fast-paced disco beat of a song he’d heard playing on the radio. Something easy to drown out when he’s got you all dolled up in front of him.

The prettiest little dress he’s bought for you, probably an anniversary, glittery eyes that shone in flickering spotlights and pretty pink lips that he finds himself leaning forward to kiss each time you open your mouth to say something.

Neither you, nor Yoongi had ever been very fond of the listening parties that his company hosted. Your boyfriend merely showing up out of politeness while you stay to show your support of his career. It was no secret that his parents had been sceptical of his dream, and that’s why you made it a point to make sure that no matter which road he decided to wander in this life, you’d always walk beside him.

No one ever seemed to notice how the two of you would slink out of the room after greeting as many familiar faces as you could find, how neither of you stayed long enough to hear the thank yous for coming, or the buffet to be laid out pretty like a feast on a table in the far corner. Hard to wait for the celebrated artist to make their speech when hands get impatient, teasing in places they shouldn’t with so many witnesses. Beady eyes that could easily fall in your direction, greeted by the sight of rose dusted cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

The lights often become a blur of colours, vibrance reflected in glassy eyes, low base vibrating down your spine as hands grope bare skin, and nails rake stark red marks under thin shirts or naked thighs. Where doors are swung open and lips mould together as the elevator makes its ascent to the top floor of the company. Hallway empty except the two of you.

Neither of you seem to have any shame, honey like moans dripping off your tongue when Yoongi’s hands slip up your skirt, teasing lacy underwear as your fingers tangle into his hair. His tongue laving over your neck, teeth nipping at sweet spots and kissing over red skin; something a little primal purring in his chest at the fact everyone knows you’re with him.

His to claim, his to mark.

Both of you fumble with the password to his studio, distracted by the pleasure that thrums through your bodies as your hand slips down the waist of his slacks, and Yoongi’s fingers brush over your panty covered clit.

You bounce when you fall back onto the couch, skirt of your dress hiked up around your waist as Yoongi unzips his pants, hands desperate to hold onto your skin; grab your hips, or the meat of your thighs, perhaps sink his teeth into your plush skin.

You kick your panties off as he shucks his own clothes somewhere on the studio floor.

“God, you’re so pretty, you know that?” he murmurs, lips pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, working his way over your stomach.

“You do tell me quite often” you whisper, fingers skimming over his happy trail, your boyfriend’s body lurching forward when delicate fingers wrap around his cock, pearly bead of pre-cum slipping down his length as his arms cage your head.

“Fucking tease”

“Sorry” you giggle, balancing on one your elbows, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw as you continue to languidly stroke his length.

Your thighs clamp shut as his fingers tease over your wet folds, thumb running your arousal over your clit.

Your mouth falls open into a silent moan as he slips his index finger past your walls, a pitiful dribble of slick following his sudden intrusion.

Your hips buck upwards in time with his thrusts as Yoongi’s hips kick forward into your loose fist.

“Another” you whine, free hand tangling into his hair, rough as you bring him down for a wet kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, sodden mixture of your saliva coating your chins shiny.

A second finger slips into you, and Yoongi groans as you clamp around him, unrelenting as he thrusts knuckle-deep inside of you; ever the tease as he brushes over that little patch inside of you that has your thighs shaking.

“Fuck me, Yoongs, please”

“Yeah?” he curls his fingers, and you whine when he pulls them out of you, your own hand pulling away from his cock.

You hear the wet slap before you feel it, stinging pleasure making your thighs twitch; thick pleasure causing another wave of arousal to dribble out of your pussy when Yoongi places a mean slap over your clit.

“Please” you beg, hips rutting upwards in search for any sort of relief.

“My pretty thing” he croons, hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he lines himself up with your entrance, “I love you”

“I love you too” you look up at him through your lashes, wet with unshed tears that he kisses away—gentle as he presses the head of his cock into you.

Unashamed, you let out a breathy moan, Yoongi grunting as his hips rock forward; his hands pulling your ankles over his shoulders, your knees knocking your tits as he bends forwards, hips jerking enough that he bottoms out inside of you.

“Move please” your hands hold the backs of your knees, cunt squeezing his length.

With the walls of his studio soundproofed, neither of you have any shame as he starts to rut into you, harmony of moans filling the silence of the studio.

“Play with yourself for me, baby”

Your hands slip between sweat slicked bodies, fingers dipping into the creamy essence that clings onto Yoongi’s cock each time he pulls out of you, slicking your clit up before you’re drawing tight circles.

“Gonna cum” you warn Yoongi, hips rutting upwards to meet his own.

“Cum with me, pretty”

You feel the peak of your high, hiccup of a moan swallowed by Yoongi’s lips as you tip over the edge, cunt clenching sporadically around his cock as it twitches between your walls, thick wave of his seed coating your insides creamy.

“So good” he grunts, softening cock pulled out to the tip before he’s pushing back into you, concoction of your orgasms clinging onto his length.

You whine in bordering oversensitivity as he thrusts back into you, making sure his cum stays snug between your walls, as far into you as possible.

The air is punched from your lungs when Yoongi falls over your chest, chin hooked over your shoulder.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he tells you.

“I know. You like to remind me” you run a hand through his hair, damp with sweat, “I love you too, you know?”

He huffs a laugh, “I know” and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your cheeks as he presses a featherlight kiss to your bare shoulder.

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bts-trans · 3 months

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[네이버 포스트] 띵동! 슈가 & Agust D & 윤기의 모습을 가득 담은 종합 선물 세트가 도착했습니다🎁 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=36214098&memberNo=51325039) #BTS #방탄소년단 #슈가 #SUGA #AgustD #D_DAY

[Naver Post] Ding dong! Your SUGA & Agust D & Yoongi gift set has arrived🎁 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=36214098&memberNo=51325039)

#BTS #SUGA #AgustD #D_DAY

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[BTS] SUGA | Agust D 'D-DAY' 활동기 비하인드 대공개!

[BTS] SUGA | Agust D ‘D-DAY’ Activity Period Behind-the-Scenes Release!

아-하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

꒰⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝꒱੭⁾⁾

방림이가 너무 오랜만에 왔죠? (;´・`)> 오랜만에 온 만큼 어마 무시한 포스트 주인공을 데리고 왔는데요?! 오늘의 주인공은 바로바로바로바로~~~ (모두 다 알고 있지만) SUGA | Agust D의 솔로 앨범 활동기 비하인드!

It’s been a while since Bangbell was here, right? (;´・`)>

But since it’s been a while, I’ve brought an incredible star for this post?! And today’s star is is is is is~~~ (You all already know but) The behind-the-scenes for SUGA | Agust D ’s solo album activity period!

포스트를 시작하기에 앞서 퀴즈 나갑니다 민슈가의 매력 포인트는 무엇일까요? 1. 귀여움 2. 멋있음 3. 섹시함 4. 잘생김 5. 말랑함 정답은요?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 아무래도 당모. 당연히 모두 다. 슈가의 귀여움, 멋있음, 섹시함, 잘생김, 말랑함을 다 모아 포스트에 가-득 담아왔으니 바로 시작하시죠!

Before we start this post, there’s a quiz

What’s Min Suga’s most charming feature?

His cuteness

His coolness

His sexiness

His handsomeness

His squishiness

The answer?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 No matter what you pick AOTA. All Of The Above.

I’ve gathered together all of Suga’s cuteness, coolness, sexiness, handsomeness, and squishiness and have put it aaall in this post so let’s begin!

말랑 포근 남친 + 예민 존잘 수트 남신 두 가지 콘셉트를 전부 볼 수 있었던 ‘사람 Pt.2 (feat. 아이유)’ MV 비하인드로 가볍게 시작해 볼까요?

A soft and cozy boyfriend + A sharp, handsome, suit-wearing god Shall we start with the behind-the-scenes for the ‘People Pt.2 (feat. IU)’ MV where you can see both of these concepts?

*Ꙩꙻ₀Ꙩꙻ)！ 조그만 곳에 들어가는 걸 좋아하고 신 걸 못 먹는 걸 보니 민윤기는 고양이가 확실합니다(?) MV에서는 그렇게 날티나던 OPPA였는데 현장에선 이렇게 귀여운 게 말이 돼?! ㄴ외않되

*Ꙩꙻ₀Ꙩꙻ)！ He likes going into small places and he can’t eat sour things so I’m positive that Min Yoongi is a cat(?)

In the MV he appeared like such a playboy OPPA* But on set he’s so cute. Does that even make sense?! ㄴWhy not?

(T/N: ‘Oppa’ is the Korean word women use to refer to a man who is older than them. Female fans also use this term affectionately for male celebrities.)

5252~ 귀여운 ‘해금’ MV 속 애옹이를 보느라 처연미 넘치는 ‘AMYGDALA’ MV 비하인드도 잊으면 안된다구 항상 미남이지만 본인피셜 “이때 예뻤네~!” 말이 나오게 만드는 ‘AMYGDALA’ MV 속에서는 더더욱 어머 미남.. ⸝⸝• ̫•⸝⸝

Hey hey*~ Just because you saw a cute kitty in the ‘Haegeum’ MV doesn’t mean you can forget about the ‘AMYGDALA’ MV that’s full of tragic beauty

(T/N: The number 5252 is pronounced “oh ee oh ee / 오이오이” in Korean, which sounds a lot like the greeting “Hey / eo ee, 어이” that you would shout at someone.)

He’s always been a handsome man but in the ‘AMYGDALA’ MV even he ended up saying “Wow, I looked so pretty then~!” Oh my what a handsome man.. ⸝⸝• ̫•⸝⸝

깜짝 사연 모집과 함께 오랜만에 돌아와서 아미들을 놀라게 했는데 보이는 라디오를 통해 더 물오른 미모로 더더더 놀라게 했던 꿀에펨부터 슙디… 금방 돌아온다고 했으니까 기다릴게… 기다린다! 우리… 한 발자국도 안 움직인다! 슙디 돌아올 때까지 숨참기 시작

Starting with Kkul FM which came back after a long time along with a surprise story submission form and really caught ARMYs off guard and surprised them even more with his beautiful looks through a video radio show

DJ Syub*… you said you’ll be back soon so we’ll wait… we’ll wait! We… won’t even move a single step! Starting now we’re holding our breath until DJ Syub returns

(T/N: The alias Suga uses when he hosts his radio show Kkul FM.)

있지도 않은 남사친 기억 조작하게 만들면서 많은 아미들 심장 떨리게 만들었던 팔레트

Palette, which made everyone think of a guy friend that they don’t even have and made so many ARMYs’ hearts flutter

미니미즈가 함께 출연한 핑계고에서 본 뜻밖의 귤디 (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

갑작스런 퀴즈. 슈가는 핑계고에서 귤을 몇 개를 먹었을까요? 정답은 아미가 알려줄 거야…

Tangerine D was unexpectedly seen on Just an Excuse which the Minimis* appeared on together (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

(T/N: A nickname for Suga and Jimin.)

Pop quiz. How many tangerines did Suga eat on Just an Excuse? ARMYs will let you know the answer…

주인장 아니고 게스트로 나와서 으른 섹시 + 잔망 귀여움 다 보여줬던 슈취타 아니고 알취타도 있구요!

He appeared as a guest instead of the host and showed off menacing sexiness + adorableness And it wasn’t Suchwita, it was Rchwita*!

(T/N: The name of Suga’s talk show ‘Suchwita’ changed to ‘Rchwita’ when RM hosted for one episode.)

of the 아미 for the 아미 by the 아미 오로지 아미만을 생각하면서 준비한 로드 투 아미 솔직히 정식으로 귀미챌 한 번 더 해줘야 된다고 생각합니다. (진지)

of the ARMY for the ARMY by the ARMY He prepared Road to ARMY while only thinking of ARMY

If I’m being honest, I think he needs to do the SICC* again. (I’m serious)

(T/N: Stands for “Sorry I’m Cute Challenge,” which was a trend many idols did during fanmeets.)

해외에 나가서도 아미들이랑 이야기 나누고 싶다고 현지 시간으로 이른 아침 일찍부터 찾아와 조곤조곤 많은 이야기 나누고 간 발매 라이브에

Even when he went overseas he said he wanted to talk to ARMYs So he got up in the early hours local time And, very quietly, talked a lot during his album release live

빽빽한 미국 스케줄 사이에 깜짝 무대 선물해 준 팰런쇼

In between his packed schedule in the U.S. He gifted us with a surprise performance on the Fallon Show

두 가지 매력의 데이트룩도 차려입고 아미들과 영화관 데이트했던 무비 나잇까지..!

He donned two date outfits with two different charms and went on a movie date with ARMYs for Movie Night..!

끝인 줄 알았지?! 최고의 선물 ‘해금’ 안무 영상은 또 얼마나 열심히 준비했게요

You thought this was the end right?!

How hard must he have prepared for the ‘Haegeum’ dance practice video, which was the best gift ever

해금 추는 민윤기… 다시 볼 수 있기 기원 정권 찌르기 1일차… 콘서트 준비에 바빴을 텐데 아미들 심심하지 말라고 언제 다 준비해놓고 짜잔- 한 상 차려놓은 민윤기 안 사랑하는 법 나는 몰라 진짜 몰라 ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

Min Yoongi dancing to Haegeum… This is day 1 of pestering the higher ups to let me see that again…

He must have been so busy preparing for his concerts But just so ARMYs wouldn’t be bored Min Yoongi prepared everything at some point and ta da- He prepared an entire feast Seriously I don’t even know how I’m not supposed to love him ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

여기에 콘서트는 또 얼마나 기깔나게 준비했다구욧!? 콘서트 준비 과정도 함께 만나볼까요? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Just how much did he say he prepared here for the concert!? Shall we go check out the concert preparation process? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

고양이도 콘서트 포스터 촬영을 할 수 있는 건가요? 슈가는 없고 앙큼 고영 밖에 없는데요?

Can cats also take photos for concert posters? There’s no Suga here just a devious kitty?

비상비상!!! 1 아미 1 애옹이 보급 시급 이과 아미들 뭐 하는데!! 민윤기 복제 안 하고 뭐 하는데!! (땡깡)

Emergency emergency!!! 1 ARMY 1 kitty are urgently needed ARMYs who studied science, what are you doing!! Why haven’t you cloned Min Yoongi yet!! (Throwing a tantrum)

✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ| 이 이모티콘 그 잡채…

✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ| He’s the epitome of this emoticon…

의미 있는 자신감으로 Full 라이브 밴드 콘서트를 준비한 슈가… 아미들 마음을 조사버릴 민윤기 책임져.. 난 365일 중에 613일 정도는 민윤기 생각만 한다고 그리고 대망의 콘.서.트. 두둥!

Full of meaningful confidence Suga prepared a full live-band concert…

Min Yoongi, who’s destroying ARMYs’ hearts Take responsibility.. I think of only Min Yoongi 613 days out of 365 days

And now the long-awaited con.cert.

Drum roll!

크으으으으으으 My rap star… My rockstar… My king… 슈가는 왕이에요…

Woooooooooow My rap star… My rockstar… My king… Suga is the king…

이렇게 길고 알찼던 활동만큼 길고도 알찼던 활동기 포스트가 끝이 났습니다! 뭐 잊은 거 없냐구요? 乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ 글~쎄요?? 넝담이고~

For as long and packed as this activity period was this long and packed acitivity period post is coming to an end!

You’re saying I forgot something?

乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ I~don’t know??

Just a joke~

이 포스트를 빌려 아미에게 방림이 전할게 음음음음 다행히도 보여줄 사진은 여태 많이 남았네

Bangbell will take this post as a chance to tell ARMY Mm mm mm mm Thankfully there are still many pictures I have yet to show you*

(T/N: A reference to Suga’s verse in ‘Life Goes On.’)

포스트에 빠질 수 없는 셀카! 이쁜 셀카 이렇게 잔뜩 모아왔다구요! <(=^･^=)> 다양한 콘텐츠와 공연으로 아미들을 즐겁게 해준 슈가 & Agust D & 윤기에게 많은 박수 부탁드립니다~!!! (와아아아~~)

The selfies that we can’t leave out of this post! I’ve gathered all of these pretty selfies! <(=^･^=)>

Please give a big round of applause for Suga & Agust D & Yoongi for preparing all kinds of content and performances for ARMYs to enjoy~!!! (Yaaaaay~~)

어라랏..? 이쯤하면 아뿅이 나올 때가 됐는데..?

Umm..? Doesn’t ‘A-Poof’ usually appear right about now..?

따란~

Ta da~

여러분들이 그렇게 찾던 고양이 셀카를 두고 올 방림이가 아니죠 ~(˘▾˘)~

Bangbell has brought the cat selfie that you all were looking for ~(˘▾˘)~

요즘 날씨가 많이 더운데 방림이가 더위를 물리치는 특별 방법을 알려드릴게요! 1. 슈가 사진 보기 2. Agust D 노래 듣기 3. 민윤기 사랑해 외치기

It’s been so hot recently so Bangbell will let you know a special method to beat the heat!

Look at photos of Suga

Listen to Agust D songs

Shout that you love Min Yoongi

그럼 다들 더위 조심하시고~ 다음에 또 다른 선물 같은 콘텐츠로 돌아오겠습니다!

So be careful of the heat~ I’ll come back next time with more gift-life contents!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

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❃ Festivaled Away: Burning Memories Music Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ Ticket: era of music ⤞ Main Event: based on a song ⤞ Games: phone sex

⤞ based on the song Don't Look Any Further by Dennis Edwards

pairing — phone sex operator!yoongi x fem reader summary — How many dimes does it take to make you cum, baby? genre — fluff, smut, 80's au, angst if you squint rate — 18+ word count — 3.5k warnings — explicit sexual content, nicotine use, phone sex, public (ish) sex, dirty talk, degradation, alcohol intake. author's note — big thanks to Sophie @kookskingdom for letting me use her name. I love you, baby <33

“Good morning New York City! It's 7:20 in the morning here at the Z100 station. Don’t forget to grab your coats before you leave for work, the weather is not going to be nice for those who like to stay above the 70º Fahrenheit.”

The radio host continued to make the morning announcements, but Y/N could only think of the hot coffee on her mug, and the pop tarts on her plate. She looks at the calendar placed in the kitchen, and she can almost count the days until her semester is over. She’s so not going to miss NYU when she graduates. I should’ve taken advantage of Spring Break to catch up on sleep when I had the chance.

“And now, the number one song on the charts, here at 100.3 FM… ‘We Are the World’...”

“Have a good day in class today, honey.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Eat a big lunch later, don’t forget that you have your study session today.”

Pigs could fly, hell could freeze over, the sky could fall, Nixon could win the war on drugs, but one thing that could never happen is Y/N forgetting about her weekly study session at her campus library.

“Don’t worry, mom,” she affirms in a chipper tone.

Not much drama happens at this small two bedroom apartment. Y/N’s life is fairly normal for a 20-year-old college student. She has breakfast with her parents every morning before catching two trains from Queens to Manhattan. Then, she thanks God for having only a three block walk from the station to her classes. She works part time at a local diner, on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays from 1 to 7 PM, and every Thursday she spends her afternoon babysitting the neighbor’s babies while studying for her classes.

Very boring routine. Except for Wednesdays.

On the west side of Washington Square Park, in front of NYU’s Hayden Residence building, there’s a payphone that sits in between some bushes and a tree that resides inside the park’s limits. At 3 PM, while there’s a low traffic of pedestrians, she calls Magic.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Magic,” says the nasal voice. His usual 2:30 PM client, Mrs. Kelly.

“Is that what you’re calling me?” Magic asks, “I thought we agreed I was going to be the submissive today,” he adds before taking a puff of his cigarette.

“I have an emergency staff meeting in about ten minutes, so we’ll have to continue our experimentation tomorrow. I just need a quickie before I implode,”

“Okay, so why don’t you open those pretty legs for me? And you better be wearing the stockings I like if you don’t want to be punished.”

“Fuck, you’re good,” she whispers in the other line, and Magic smiles. Middle aged women are just so easy to please. “They’re all open for you, Mr. Magic. But I have been a bad girl. I’m wearing the brown ones.”

“Well then, all there’s left to do is to punish you, isn’t it?” he says before taking another hit, and Mrs. Kelly whimpers in pleasure and anticipation, “Are your office doors closed?”

“Yes, they are, Mister.”

“Tsk, that’s very bad, you see? Very, very bad!”

“W-Why?” Mrs. Kelly asks, anxiety now mixed with desire.

“Well, you’re gonna have to learn who’s really in charge here. So I need you to open that door and let everyone in that reception of yours know who’s your boss.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me, I don’t have to repeat myself,”

“Magic, I could get fired, please don’t do this to me…” Mrs. Kelly starts to beg in a whisper.

“Is Mr. Magic for you, and I don’t have all day. And if I recall correctly, you have a staff meeting in about five minutes,”

He sincerely thought he was about to lose a client, a daily client at that. He could not afford to lose a regular client, but he was in too deep now. But before he could regret it too deeply, he hears a door open on the other end of the line. He gives Mrs. Kelly a minute to readjust before giving her more orders.

“Good girl. But your punishment is just starting, darling,” Magic says as he blows smoke one more time, “You’re going to grab a pen and make a run on that ugly pantyhose. Right on that pretty little cunt. After that you’re going to write “I belong to Mr. Magic” on your inner thigh. Narrate those things while you do it so I know you’re being an obedient girl.”

2:43 PM

‘Fraternity Vacation’, that’s so interesting! Comedies are always great, even the ones with bad critic reviews, you can always count on shitty movies to…

2:43 PM

UGH! Was time never going to pass? Y/N was getting impatient for her weekly appointment, and reading and rereading the movie’s section of the paper wasn’t entertaining her like it usually does.

Such a nice blouse that lady has… Oh, what a cute puppy!... I wish I had a dog when I was growing up… That tree is getting kind of bushy… The city’s going to do something about that, but it looks so pretty right now…

Y/N was skilled on how to distract herself, and it was always a plus to live in New York City, there’s always something you can stare at and form an opinion to pass the time. She noticed many different hair cuts, how the pigeons were behaving today, the sounds of the food carts a few yards over.

It didn’t slip her mind when she started fantasizing about her and Magic. It happened often. Every time she’d notice a young couple making out, she’d wish it was her and Magic. Watching an old couple sit on a park bench and read the paper together, wishing it was her and Magic. Watching teenagers sharing an ice cream, wishing it was her and Magic.

She also had fantasies of her own. Walking through the park holding hands, pointing to her favorite tree. They would sit there and have an impromptu picnic, buying a couple of hotdogs with mustard. She would open a book and read her favorite passages, and he would listen while caressing her back and arms.

But she quickly pushed those thoughts away once she noticed an old lady smiling at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the old lady says “I just noticed your smile, and it reminded me of when I was about your age, my first marriage,” the lady says, longing thickening her voice. “I was so in love with my Harold, I thought I was going to throw up, and shit my pants,”

“Oh, wow!” Y/N says, not really invested in the conversation, waiting for an opening to excuse herself.

“Young love is so beautiful, your cheeks get all flushed, your head gets woozy, and you feel drunk all day…” Y/N just nods, looking around, trying to diffuse the conversation. “But you have to be careful, sugar. These men are only here to flirt with you and break your heart! You listen to me!”

“I will! Thanks for the advice,” Y/N smiles awkwardly, and finally gets out of there.

Love. What about love? That lady doesn’t know anything. I’m not in love. I’m just horny, not in love. I hope.

With the coins in the machine, she dials the known number. It only rings once before the familiar voice picks up.

“You’re never late, are you?” Magic jokes at the other end of the line. His husky voice, so luscious, sends butterflies down her stomach, making Y/N drop her guard, and laugh like a teenager in love. Shit.

“I try my best not to be,” Y/N replies, trying to keep the silly smile off her voice. No need to embarrass herself any further.

“By the way, happy early birthday,” he wishes, his voice sincere.

“Oh my God, you remembered!” Was it three weeks ago that she had mentioned her birthday party? Probably. And he remembered.

“Of course! I need you to have a wild night this Saturday, and have a drink in my honor,”

“Absolutely,” she says, screaming on the inside. Shit, I’m really in love with him.

“So, how was your day today?”

“Mostly boring. The only thing that kept me perky was the thought that I would talk to you today.”

“Oh, really? That’s flattering,” Magic says, and she fantasizes that he also has a silly smile on his face. “So we’re feeling soft today,”

“Yeah, we haven’t talked in a while.”

“Seven days to be exact,”

“Yeah…” Stop acting like he’s your boyfriend. He isn’t. Stop the fantasies! Get your shit together. “So, how was your week?”

“Fine, mostly boring work hours,” he chuckles.

“I hope you’re not saying this to the other girls. That’s not a nice way to encourage your paying clients,” Y/N scolds.

“Would you forgive me if I confessed that I thought about you this whole week?”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure you say this to every other client,”

“That’s not true. You’re the only one I read poems to,” Magic says, trying to cheer her up. He can tell she’s not well. Her voice is not as chipper as it usually is. He hears her sigh on the other end of the line. “Is there something on your mind? Talk to me,”

“I don’t know, I’m just feeling loopy today, that’s all.”

“And you don’t feel like doing anything today?”

“Actually, I think that’s kind of the opposite,” she chuckles, “Distract me, please,”

“I thought about you while taking a shower today,” Magic confesses.

“You did not!” she whispers, excited.

“I did, too!” he chuckles, “I was washing my hair, imagining if you’d like the scent of my shampoo. I was soaping my body, wishing those were your hands instead of mine.”

“Oh, God,”

“I would’ve kissed your hands before guiding them down my chest, down my abs,”

“Shut up,” she whines in a whisper, but that only entices Magic to continue.

“You would’ve reached me, and I would be ready for your hands. I would be at your mercy. There would be no commands from me, my body would be yours,” Yoongi closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself, he’s feeling his pants getting tighter. Never with a client Yoongi wanted to cross this boundary and touch himself. At least not without being requested to.

He desperately wanted to moan her name, and touch himself, and touch her. But that would be inappropriate. So he places his free hand on his neck, firmly. This hand would not move without Y/N asking him to. But his imagination was still running wild, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than say those words to her.

“Mmhm,” Y/N prompted, her voice a little husky, sounding like she has a moaning trouble of her own.

“I would moan your name over and over. The only name I’d known in the world. Your delicate hands, so fierce for me, would make me cum, probably on your belly. But no worries. I would bite your jawline, go down your neck, licked your beautiful breasts, cleaned my cum with my tongue, before diving into that pretty pussy with my lips,”

“God damn it, you’re going to make me cum in public,”

“I would get on my knees, place your thigh on my shoulder. I would kiss your core, already wet for me. I would get hard again, just because you taste so good. Your hand would grip my hair, and you would moan for me to never stop. Not in a million years I would do that. I would circle the tip of my tongue on your clit, and too soon you would cum all over my chin,”

“I love you, Magic” she whispers. Softly, tenderly. Pink roses, chocolate, and wine. And the world stops.

His eyes, closed for the past minute, shot wide open. Her breath spikes and his heartbeat is going a million miles per hour. What?

Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond. Did she really mean what she just said? He’s never been in this situation before. This job was always fun for both parties, but it always felt transactional. There was no emotion to be felt except pleasure and lust.

That’s the thing with having mostly middle aged clients. They have always made it clear that they loved the way they felt when they talked to Magic, never did they love him. Why would they? They were aware of the fact that they didn’t know the 22-year-old on the other side of the phone. They knew the character that molds and fits to every sexual fantasy.

But to someone his age, that may be different. The potential for an emotional connection that he hadn’t anticipated. Maybe that’s better. To be seen. To have someone on the other end of the line that would like to know him. His thoughts were in disarray, but he liked the feeling of being seen.

“I have to go,” Y/N says, and before she can embarrass herself even more, she hangs up, tightening her jacket and walking the other way as fast as she can.

For the past two days, Y/N used her distraction skills to her advantage. All assignments done, took all the extra credit she could take. The neighbor’s kids were happy and tired from playing. She earned extra tips from being such a good waitress, and a compliment from her boss for the good work she was putting in.

Her room was clean beyond recognition, her vinyls in the correct sleeves, her cassettes organized in alphabetical order. Bright and early Saturday morning, after a celebratory breakfast with her parents, she cleaned the entire house.

“Why are you in such a hurry these days?” her mother asks, catching her at the bathroom door, before Y/N decides to clean something else that was already clean. “It’s your birthday, put your feet up for a minute.”

“Thank you, momma, but I want to keep busy, turn a new page.”

“Why are you turning a new leaf? You’re only 21,”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs “It just feels like a good time,”

Y/N manages to dodge her mother’s questions for the rest of the morning, locking herself in her room and beginning to color code her small closet.

She was not to think of the stupid mistake she made on Wednesday. The first time she said that to a human being that wasn’t part of her family. Granted she did say ‘I love you’ to her Prince poster, but it’s not like Prince could say it back to her.

She didn’t call Prince and give him the opportunity to say ‘I love you’ back. And when he didn’t say it back, she wasn’t heartbroken. Prince was a poster, not a human being with a phone number. The old lady was right. Men do only exist to break your heart.

The tears started to slowly drip down her cheeks. She made such a fool of herself. Falling in love with a man she never met. A man that had nothing to say, that only opened his mouth when he was offering his services.

“Heeey,” Y/N heard the door open, as Sophie entered her room “are you ready to get drunk?” Sophie whispered, closing the door behind her.

Y/N nods, looking at her boring outfit in the mirror once again. Blue jeans, white t-shirt, blue denim jacket, and white shoes. “I don’t look like a 21 year-old.”

“Don’t worry, your driver’s license will say that for you,” Sophie says. “Now, time to spice up this outfit, because you’re not leaving the house looking like this.”

A good 30 minutes later, Y/N was leaving with a whole new look. Blue jeans, black turtleneck, with black boots and lots of necklaces and bracelets. Sophie swapped their jackets, giving her black leather and taking the denim. Good thing it fit nicely with her ruffle skirt.

“Much better,” Sophie says, twirling Y/N around to look at her entire outfit. “Let’s go, Lane and Mary are meeting us there.”

Paradise Garage. The dream birthday party spot of every person in the Tri State Area. The club was full, and the crowd cheered and sang along to Donna Summer. Y/N wasn’t really in the mood to dance and be joyful. But it was her birthday, and her friends spent an amazing amount of effort to put them on the list. So the birthday drinks start coming, the DJ plays her favorite disco songs, and before she knows it, Love to Love You Baby feels like a karaoke song.

The night goes on and on, and Y/N wants to soak up all of the energy she can. She wants to enjoy her birthday party with her best friends, and she’ll get her money’s worth tonight.

“I think you need to drink some more water before we leave,” Lane says, watching her shy friend dance clumsily. It’s almost three in the morning, and the party is starting to die down.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that drunk anymore,” Y/N says, but her friends drag her across the floor anyway, sitting her on a bar stool.

“We’re going to the bathroom, do you want to go?” Mary asks, and when Y/N shakes her head, she turns to the bartender. “She’ll have water. Can you make sure she doesn't wander off? We’ll be back in just a second.”

Y/N barely pays attention to what’s happening around her, she’s enjoying herself playing with her bracelets. A bottle of water is placed in front of her, along with some peanuts. She looked up, and she knew that even drunk, she would never forget the face of this beautiful man in front of her.

“You should eat something, too,” he says, pointing at the peanuts. “Soak up the alcohol. That’s booze 101 for you,” he winks and Y/N giggles, but stops herself shortly after.

“I can’t giggle with you…” she manages to say, but her sentence drags at the end.

“And why’s that?” the bartender asks, amused.

“Because men only flirt to break your heart,” she explains, shoving peanuts in her mouth. “And you would only flirt with me because you like tips.”

“Oh, wow, who broke your heart, baby?” the man starts to clean up the mess in his counter, Y/N’s mess while she eats.

“My boyfriend, but he’s not really my boyfriend,” she tries to explain, “I don’t really know him, I only talk to him.”

“Communication is good to every relationship,”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t know. I only talk to him on the phone to have sex. Yeah, you heard me right,” she starts to rant, already munching on her second batch of peanuts. “I call this guy, to have sex. Through the phone, I mean. His name is Magic. And you want to know what else? I told him I loved him, like the stupid idiot that I am. And now I don’t know if I can call him again. He thinks I’m a weirdo.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t,”

“Yeah, whatever,” she scoffs, but she starts to think as the alcohol starts to wear off. “Do you think I should call him?” she asks the bartender, laying her arm on the counter and her head at the top.

“I think you should,” the bartender answers, “at the very least to break up with him, if you decide you don’t want to call him anymore,”

“What if I sound like an idiot? Can I blame you?” she asks and he laughs.

“Yes, you can come back here and kick my ass.”

Wednesday. April 24th, 1985. 3 PM. The date and hour she decided to get her heart broken again.

With the coins in the machine, she dials the known number. It only rings once before the familiar voice picks up.

“Hey,” Magic answers, his voice softer than she’d imagined it would sound like today. He didn’t even sound like he was expecting anyone else.

“Hi,” she manages to say. But she doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t know how to proceed from here.

“When I told you I wanted you to have a drink in my honor, I didn’t imagine I was going to be the one to mix it.”

“What?”

“By the way, that leather jacket looks great on you.”

“Excuse me, what?” she asks again. Is her mind playing tricks with her? Did she actually wake up this morning, or is she having the weirdest dream? The butterflies flew wild inside her body. It was like springtime was being born inside of her.

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo. I don’t think you sound like an idiot either. I want to get to know you. But if you’re feeling silly and want to blame your bartender, I know where he lives,” he chuckles, and she joins. Stupid happy tears flowing down her face.

“I want to get to know you, too,”

“Good. My name is Yoongi,” he prompts, and her smile gets wider.

“Hi, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.”

#bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway #bts ambw #kpop ambw #black kpop fans #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #min yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi ambw

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joyswonderland1108 · 10 months

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Scooter boy.

Okay so by now it would be awkward if the title gave the impression that i’m a fan of his. As i said yesterday, well, few hours ago, i would explain why Scooter should just shut the fuck up.

So we already know that people can’t stand him, that boy as bestie said, makes Charles look more tolerable, he’s shady, not friendly looking, whatever you want but that isn’t all. Besides the fact that this man seems to have a bone to pick with Jimin but that’s not the issue here.

Remember when he was in a way hinting to JK being in Coachella and you’d think that him being the Ceo of Hybe America that would mean that JK would be performing, people were already side eyeing him because of that, because also, as the damn Ceo you have no business hinting at one of your artists being in the attendance.

Now remember when these pictures dropped?

(I have half a mind to crop him out of the pictures istg)

You know what haters were saying? Haters INSIDE the fandom and outside of it as well, that JK was the company’s puppy, the company’s favorite and other more viles things that aren’t welcome in this household. Why? Because not only Bang PD was there (Which is very normal, as he should really) but also because Scooter boy had to shove his ass in there too. Now does that mean he likes JK?

But again that’s still not the point we know he’s money thirsty so Army already never really expected him to like our boys or care for them on that level. Now you would say that he hyped up Yoongi on Billboard 200 and Jimin for his #1 on Billboard 100 (After he has been eaten alive by Army and also didn’t even hype up official posts but okay) BUT those were after the releases and after these boys have been sabotaged left and right, Jimin more so but still. Now reason why i said this bitch boy is setting JK up is because the single isn’t even released yet, we still have no idea what to expect and man is already over here hyping it up.

You know what’s actually good but still is making the situation even worse? Seems like the single will get radio play as it has been hyped up by a radio host as well. Let’s go back to the pictures above and what JK has been called because of that, does something click in your mind? We Army are already very proud of our boys for their achievements, organic and raw achievements that is, they did that with no moula and i’ll be honest with you but we do like to flaunt that, we are proud of our boys and we like to let the world know that they did THAT!

But you see the problem here? Everybody is already at our boys necks waiting for an opportunity to drag them into the mud. They’ve already accused Army of manipulating the sales or whatever for FACE and D-day, refused to believe that Yoongi and Jimin were able to make it through hard work and a devoted fandom, they’re waiting for an opportunity to say that something is rigged, something is shady about that, yada yada.

Jungkook is more than capable of achieving phenomenal numbers and break the charts too, but since that Scooter boy can’t shut his butthole up, no matter the hard work JK is putting up on his own mfrs will open their shit holes to say that Scooter had a hand in that, that he has been doing some shady business to make JK break records. As i was discussing this with my friends yesterday, bestie informed me that people were already at it actually, Swifters were waiting for an occasion to do that because they too have a bone to pick with Scooter and instead of targeting HIM they’re targeting JK.

Wanna know what else is not helping this situation at all? The fact that just very recently “Cupid” turned out to not be a song that has been organically growing and hyped up the way everybody thought. At least Scooter boy could’ve faked his support to other members as well just to keep up a façade and save our boys from accusations, because at the end of the day, that mfr won’t face hate but JK will do in his stead.

I swear every time i try to be excited about Seven something comes up and ruins the mood, like damn wtf?? Can y’all let our boy have a peaceful release? Everything is just so infuriating i swear..

#Seven is coming!!!#Scooter just please stfu

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btsrunmylife · 2 years

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Invisible String, 4: Little Secret

summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader

rating: explicit 🔞

genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance

chapter word count: 1.7k + texting conversations

chapter warnings: Drug use (cannabis), swearing, hints about the mc being bisexual. That’s it, fam 🤷🏻‍♀️

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The best thing about your campus is the courtyard. Of course, everyone on campus agrees and it’s always incredibly crowded at pretty much any time of the day. That’s why you’ve found a spot of your own, right next to the library, underneath the shade of a tree. It’s quiet there, off the beaten path, and nobody ever bothers you. And it just so happens to be across campus from the courtyard.

It’s where you often eat your lunch…and study in between classes…and escape when you need space from your classmates…as well as plan out the radio show you host in the evenings.

Your radio show isn’t nearly as glamorous as it sounds. Not many people listen, nor does it have a massive following on social media, but that doesn’t matter to you. It’s something to keep you entertained (as well as give you a bit of extra credit toward your Communications Major), a space of your own where you can talk about anything and everything that interests you – and more often than not those things are ghost stories and urban legends. You could spend hours researching that stuff and all the history is enough to keep you talking for hours.

It’s probably a good thing nobody listens, actually.

You’re just jotting down a few ideas for that night’s show in the notes app on your phone when you get a new DM.

~*~*~

You’re not really one to skip class. Sure, you’ve stayed home from school a few times for a much needed break, but you’ve never blatantly walked out the back door and across the parking lot when you should be heading toward your next class before.

It’s kind of terrifying. You half expect for the professor or campus security to jump out of nowhere and start screaming about getting back to class.

As if your school has guards at every exit, waiting to pounce on the students it holds captive.

That doesn’t actually happen though. Even if your heart beats a touch too hard in your chest and you keep looking over your shoulder the entire way, it’s fine.

By the time you make it across the parking lot and start walking across the various sports fields that lay between you and the football field, you can’t quite believe how easy it was to just…walk off. That there are actually no real or immediate repercussions for not going to class.

Except a mark against your attendance, which counts toward your final grade, and…you know…wasting thousands of dollars to be there.

But, you know…

You smell Yoongi before you see him, which has you wrinkling your nose in slight disgust as you round the field and peer beneath the bleachers.

“Seriously? This is where you chose to go?” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yoongi grins at you from around his joint, sucking air between his teeth as he takes it out of his mouth. “Yup.”

“Aren’t you going to smell like that for the rest of the day?”

“Probably. You will too if you stand too close.” He eyes you, fragrant smoke billowing from his mouth. “Why? This bother you?”

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, glancing around, now feeling even more paranoid about getting caught. “No…”

He lifts an eyebrow, a slow smirk twitching at his lips. “No? Want a hit?”

You scoff. “Also no.”

He shrugs. “More for me.”

“Is that why you invited me out here? To get high with you?”

“Nah, figured you’d enjoy staring at me in the light of the sun. It’s a rare sight.” He winks. “Plus, I’d rather get high than go to Mr. Troy’s class. I fucking hate that guy.”

You eye a spot on the ground before throwing caution to the wind and sinking into the grass beside him. “Why?”

“You think I’m his favorite,” he grumbles, side-eying you. “Why do you think that?”

You purse your lips and wrap your arms around your folded legs, hugging them to your chest. “I don’t know. He’s always calling on you in class.”

He hums around another drag of his joint. “Right,” he breathes. “Why do you think that is?”

“Because you’re a good student?” you question, perplexed by the line of questioning.

He hacks out something between a laugh and a cough, shooting you an incredulous look. “You have how many classes with me this semester? Do I seem like a good student to you?”

You choke a little on the smoke he blows into your face, waving your hand in front of you with a scrunched nose. Come to think of it, you don’t actually know if Yoongi is a good student or not. Sure, he seems to pay enough attention in class to get by, but how much evidence do you have that he actually does well?

But, well, you suppose sitting here with him while he smokes pot instead of going to class says a lot.

“I–”

“Exactly,” he coughs out. “I’m not. He calls on me because he’s an old white guy and I’m fucking asian and supposed to be good at math.”

You bawk at his angry outburst, although you can see why he’d be so miffed about it. You’d never really put that together before. You just assumed Yoongi was actually…well, good at math and that’s why Mr. Troy called on him so often.

You blink. “So…you’re…not good at math?”

He gives you a flat look. “Are you serious–”

“No, wait!” you rush to say. “I’m only asking because Mr. Troy treats you like you are.”

He rolls his eyes and leans his shoulders back against the edge of a bleacher, eyebrows drawn into an angry frown. “I hate math.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your throat. “That’s not what I asked.”

He narrows his eyes at you, but his lips twitch up at the edges. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not some brainiac or some shit. I get a few answers right and a few wrong, just like everyone else.”

You hold up your hands in surrender. “Okay, fine, whatever you say.”

He stares hard at you and it’s in that moment you realize just how hidden away the two of you are, just how alone you are.

You clear your throat and glance away, subtly shifting away from him.

Apparently, it’s not subtle enough because he huffs out a laugh. “Do I make you nervous, y/n?”

You startle when you feel his arm brush yours and you quickly look to see him leaning into your space.

“You sure you don’t want a hit to calm your nerves?”

He sticks it back between his lips and you’re momentarily transfixed by the sight of them pursed around the joint, by the way they part to let the smoke billow from his mouth.

Your gaze flits to the tattoo on his neck, a new point of interest that captures your attention. Even so close, you can’t tell what it is, only half visible from beneath his jacket.

You suck in a sharp breath at the feel of his fingertips lightly tracing your arm and quickly jump to your feet.

He smirks and readjusts his position, squinting up at you with a lifted brow.

“We should go before campus security does their rounds,” you mutter the sad excuse, knowing he doesn’t buy it.

He grunts and scoots forward on the ground, only to lay on the ground with his arms behind his head. “I just got here. My smoke break isn't over yet.”

You shift uneasily on your feet, glancing in the direction of the school and wondering how to make a graceful exit. Wondering if you should.

A soft sigh escapes him as he looks at you, then settles back with his eyes closed and a murmured, “You’re not going to get caught skipping class. This isn’t like high school. Nobody knows who you are or where you’re supposed to be. Don’t worry about it.”

Warm relief settles in your chest and you offer a weak smile he can’t see.

When you start to walk away, he shouts after you, “Hey, Ghost!”

You pause, a little shocked and startled by the sudden nickname. “Huh?”

He blinks at you lazily from beneath a haze of smoke. “You know to avoid the math room’s windows, right?”

An indignant squeak sneaks from your throat and you roll your eyes before turning around and trudging away.

You may not do this often, but you’re not a complete idiot.

The laughter that trails behind you makes you want to both steal his precious joint from his lips and pin him to the ground and –

Well, damn. Maybe you do need a healthy way to work out your frustration after all.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts smau #bts social media au #bts au fic #min yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi smau #min yoongi fanfic #suga smau #suga fanfiction #suga fanfic #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader

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veronawrites · 1 year

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Someone please write a sarcastic love doctor or radio host yoongi fic with MC as this menace of a patient/caller who terrorises him every chance she gets with her stupid enquiries

Yes, I’m looking at you @matchy6812

#v rants

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btstwtarchive · 10 months

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130812 [Text] 슈퍼주니어의 Kiss The Radio에 #방탄소년단 랩몬스터&슈가 사진이 올라왔습니다. [Trans] A picture of #BTS Rap Monster & Suga was posted on Super Junior Kiss The Radio.

ARMY NOTES -'Super Junior Kiss the Radio' was a show on KBS Cool FM. It aired from 2006 to 2016 featuring various Super Junior members as episode hosts. You can listen to Yoongi and Namjoon's episode here (no subtitles though).

#bts_bighit #2013 #130812 #august #translated #2cool4skool #btstwtpics #bts suga #bts rm #kim namjoon #namjoon #kim namjoon 2013 #namjoon 2013 #min yoongi #yoongi #min yoongi 2013 #yoongi 2013

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atinyidea · 1 year

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The Abundance Of Y/N's!

stella huh, older half sister of jennifer huh (yunjin),

recent fashion and photography transfer.

96 liner, fc──im jinah/nana

( xu minghao ) #xuh #haoella

noi hyejin, thai korean long time friend of joshua hong

fashion and costume design student.

96 liner, fc──kitty chicha amatayakul

( hong jisoo&yoon jeonghan ) #jihanjin

kim yongeun, younger cousin of kim namjoon

modern arts student (focus in sculpting and dot work).

97 liner, fc──cho miyeon

( jeon jungkook ) #yongkook

im taeha, scholarship transfer and mystery of nhu

contemporary dance student. may have a youtube channel.

99 liner, fc──son chaeyoung

( choi yeonjun ) #yaehun

sohn yenah, childhood rival of choi beomgyu

music student (focus in radio and performance). radio host.

00 liner, fc──choi yena

( choi beomgyu ) #beomah

min jinni, paternal niece of min yoongi

fine arts student (focus is portraiture) AND modern dance student. currently a faceless youtuber.

02 liner, fc──yu jimin/karina

( jake sim / park sunghoon ) #simin or #jinhoon

jang youngwoo, daughter of two famous theatre actors

performing arts student (focus in theatre) AND music theory student.

04 liner, fc──jo yuri

( yang jungwon ) #jang #youngwon

#hybehalls!#hybe smau #svt smau #bts smau #txt smau #enhypen smau

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moonyoon5839 · 2 years

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JIA's ICONIC MOMENTS

—The handsome trainee♔

During her trainee days, Jia had short hair. Like really short. And she looked real good. So, some of the new trainees who entered the company after her, mistook her as a male trainee that was really handsome. She heard about the mysterious boy from Siyeon, who was looking for the boy. She had asked the boys about the trainee and Jia was there when she talked. She too was curious about the boy. But Aeri realized it was about Jia when she overheard someone talk about confessing to 'him' during the break at the monthly evaluation pointing at Jia.

The incident was known to the fans when Siyeon talked about it during one 'Run! BTS' episode. Later that, many fans requested Jia to cut her hair short again so she granted the fans wishes by cutting her hair during the 'Go Go' era. The fans went crazy.

She did an amazing job. She scored more than half of the final score and lead the team to victory. It is official that Jia loves basketball more than anyone.

—Basketball player Jia♔

It is well known the she was chosen as the member of the Korean U13~U17 national team.

The 2015 ISAC was a legendary moment to ARMY. Not only the girls 400m relay but there was a basketball competition and Jia was invited to play. Jia was in team 'black mamba'. Since it was after the boys game, SE7EN, Jimin and Yoongi was there to cheer her with the fans.

—Abs♔

Talking about Jia and sports, we can't skip the muscle part. Jia has abs. This is well known in the idol community and many wants her body.

She didn't intend on showing her abs to the world but she had a wardrobe malfunction during one of the 'GO GO' performances and the zipper on her jacket she wore on top of the crop top was breaking, exposing her toned stomach. She had short hair and was looking handsome so it was a double punch in the face for the fans.

—I'm like a baby? ♔

140601

"Tell us something that most of the fans doesn't know"

It was when the 12 were having a radio interview. They were handed a container that had the paper folded in so that they don't know what the questions were. It was currently Jin's turn.

"Well..... what do you want know ?" Jin asked, clueless.

"How about we pick a member." The radio host suggested.

"Okay, let's pick who get exposed. Rock, scissors, paper?"

After 3 intense game of rock scissors paper the loser was...

JIA.

It wasn't her day.

Her alarm didn't wake her up on time. She didn't have her morning coffee. She kinda spilled it over her new book. She forgot her contacts, so she can't see much. And now she was going to be embarrassed. Best day of her life.

"Jia, well she doesn't have much to say though."

"Does she have weird habits that she doesn't realize doing ? Like in the dorm or..." Oh, goodness I don't know what's coming.

"Um..... Yoongi-ah is there something ?" Jin turned to their fellow roommate, Yoongi for help.

"....... the sleeping thing. Her hands." Wow, he had something in mind the whole time ?

"Ah, 맞아. I think she doesn't notice but she... You know when babies makes a fist? they have their thumbs go like this?

She sleeps with her hands like this and she always holds a stuffed animal and it's cute. even if she spits fire on stage, she has cute sides like this too."

"제가 아기 같다고요?" *I'm like a baby?* Jia said with a straight face. She didn't mean to scare the elder but her blunt tone made some of them scarred while the others laughed. The host had a feared expression. He too was a little scared.

"어, 죄송 해요. Jia-ssi." Jin apologized but laughing.

"ᇂᇂ When did you notice this habit ?"

"I think it was yesterday. Me and Yoongi were watching something on the TV and she was sleeping. I wasn't thinking much but looked at her hands then noticed this. She has big hands but they looked so small like a baby's hand." Jin was having so much fun teasing her.

"I'm not a baby. I turned 14 like last month."

See more➢ Master list

#bts added member #bts #jia #bts 8th member

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derireo-galge · 1 year

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Same Wavelength | 2k | yoonmin✍🏼

A radio hosts au where they work the opposite shifts and communicate through notes and clips.

[ soft, happy ending ]

(Yoongi)

The night fell on the city of Seoul.

Yoongi took a late bus and put his headphones on to shut all the surrounding sounds. It's been pouring all day but the rain dwindled by the evening.

His usual night shift will be easy to handle since he slept through the afternoon with no worries or interruptions.

Working the night shift was never a plan but he took this opportunity a bit later after graduating in the end of last spring.

His job of producing and music engineering gave him the freedom of flexible working hours and steady income.

He always wanted to try hosting a radio show. His small group of friends convinced him he has the voice just for that.

He loved the show.

He was able to talk freely about the topics of anxiety, burnout, depression, achieving dreams and day to day struggles.

He loved having the opportunity to play music from not very well known local indie artists instead of manufactured pop that stuck to ears of general public like a gum to a shoe.

Sometimes he would take calls to broadcast people's stories - real, down to earth opinions instead of scripted interviews with fast fame celebrities.

It got him some time to attune because he wasn't a fan of phone conversations but he grew used to it.

It felt good to listen and share things with someones who might be struggling too but silently.

He arrived a little earlier than expected and had enough if time to savor his big cup of coffee.

Night shifts were truly a blessing.

Even though he wasn't the only one at the station's office, it was much more crowded in the daytime.

The only thing he wasn't happy is the name, but weirdly many people loved it.

He got comfortable in his chair, sipping his coffee and scrolling through twitter feed.

Everyone seemed excited for "Pillow Talk", getting cozy and ready to dissipate the day's worth of stress and worries.

His listeners were anticipating today's topic, which was on a lighter side (but really, it depended on the situation).

He moved closer to the computer to pull up the script on a screen bigger than the phone and noticed something in the bottom right corner.

Now, he wasn't the tidiest, be it in real life or digitally, but his desktop was almost empty.

And now there was a new folder named...

"Hello, Suga-ssi" - it read.

- Hello?

What was that, Yoongi thought.

He tentatively clicked on the folder and opened it.

There was only one file, a video.

The thumbnail showed a young man. Possibly younger than him.

With burning curiosity, he put on his headphones and double clicked on it to play.

It was undoubtedly recorded right here in this studio.

The man introduced himself as Park Jimin, a new addition to their company and a radio host to a morning show "Early Birds".

The man was gorgeous and had a soft beautiful voice.

Yoongi flushed when he heard the reason for the video message.

He saw that Yoongi was the only host on a night shift and decided to meet him this way, since he couldn't do it physically.

Cute.

Maybe he should give his show a listen.

When it was time to start the stream, he may have announced today's topic too enthusiastically, chuckling inside at such coincidence.

"First Meetings".

***

Yoongi collapsed on a heap of blankets, having no energy to make the bed ready for sleep.

He couldn't be bothered to put his sleepwear on, having spent most of his mana on work and the journey home.

He turned on the small radio on his bedside cabinet and tuned in.

And indeed, there was that soft voice, greeting everyone who might be awake.

That must be a good start of the day, he thought.

Jimin didn't talk about anything heavy, but it wasn't the usual gibberish you'd hear on any other station at 7 a.m.

He told funny little stories and read his listeners' tweets he probably collected throughout the previous day.

This morning they talked about unexpected things that brought positive consequences in a person's life.

Yoongi hadn't noticed the moment that melodious voice sent him to sleep.

The next day he came to work earlier than usual on purpose.

He adjusted the webcam on yhe top of the monitor and ran a hand through his hair.

Shit.

Was he really gonna do that?

***

(Jimin)

Jimin felt a twinge of disappointment when he didn't get any response from his night shift colleague.

But to be honest, he wasn't getting his hopes too high.

Suga was a famous radio person, from what he noticed online. He must be really busy.

Jimin's morning routine was nothing extraordinary.

Except he didn't like mornings too much.

So he conditioned himself into coming to peaceful terms with them.

He rolled up his yoga mat and went straight to his freshly made smoothie.

He worked up quite a sweat: this morning was warm and humid. He showered and put one of his pretty sweaters on.

Yes, Jimin worked on the radio station but he needs to feel the best.

He had a good feeling about today.

Besides, he might feel like posting a selca.

When he got to his workplace he noticed some changes to the desktop.

There was a folder named "for park jimin" now and the young man's heart did a little leap.

He hastily put on the headphones and clicked on it.

Surely, there was a video file inside.

It was definitely from Suga.

Jimin felt tingly all over.

His cheeks were warm and he was all but bouncing in his chair. He didn't expect to receive such cute message.

And get complimented by..

- Suga-hyung, - he whispered.

The young man had to admit, there was a possibility of him having just a tiny crush on the host whose show he used to listen to on a regular basis.

Okay, maybe he has been a big fan, sue him.

And now he had a personal message from Suga.

This day just became a hundred times better.

He diligently worked through this morning's stream and finished off his paperwork for today.

Lately the scripts flew from under his pen like birds to the seed.

Maybe he had a new source of inspiration.

He looked at the time to check there was still an hour before he had to step aside for another show's host.

Jimin checked himself in the mirror, ruffled his hair and applied a little bit of lipgloss.

He didn't have any specific message he wanted to leave for hyung. But he loved all things unscripted.

Jimin was aware he could just ask for his number but where was the fun in that?

After making sure he was satisfied with the way he looked he went to his work desk again.

Part 2

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au sfw yoonmin #yoonmin #yoongi #jimin #bts fanfction #bts au fic

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goopeculiar · 2 years

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the weather in busan jungkook/yoongi, PG-13, 6568 words. on sundays, jungkook listens to a strange little radio show while painting and may or may not be slightly in love with a voice. on sundays, yoongi and taehyung host a strange little radio show out of the back of their van while fighting about things like maps and portable coffee makers and yoongi has no idea whether his voice is reaching anyone. until they get lost in busan.

#bts fic rec #ah #this is really cute #I love the vibe of this idk

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disarmingly · 7 years

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[ a clattering shuffle -- the combination of papers and various items on a desk being moved about. a breath trying to be caught up, slightly damp. ]

really coming down out there, isn't it? when was the last time you were caught in the rain? was it good? was it bad? was it just really [ the radio edited this part for swearing ] inconvenient? was it just weather or was it that thing that happens with the weather? when you remember things about it that only seem to happen with certain people?

[ paper shuffling, the weight of what is certainly a coffee mug being set down, a low warm chuckle that tapers into the subtlest of lisps around those words... ]

and i guess different storms are for different people. but tonight, [ the music starts to fade in ] i remembered you.

"jungkook. jungkook? jungkook!"

a combination of his name being yelled progressively louder in his ear and the bus jerking to a stop has jungkook up out of his seat so fast that he hits his head against jimin's. between their joint moans of pain and mild whining, they manage to shuffle themselves off said bus before the driver continues on. outside, both of them rubbing their foreheads, jimin uses his free hand to tug jungkook's earphones loose.

"hey!"

"what are you listening to that's got you so distracted?"

"nothing," jungkook's response is too fast. jimin's eyes narrow.

"'nothing~'," he echoes back, sing-song.

"here," jungkook hooks one of the earbuds against jimin so he can listen, brow arching.

"nice," a pause. "is this that radio show you were talking about?"

rather than answer his question directly, jungkook puts the other earbud in his own ear.

they walk home like that, left and right, streetlights casting their shadows like gold ghosts after midnight.

jungkook finds the MidMoon radio program one night while sitting on the roof. he's thinking about a lot of things -- the dog he pet on the way home, his half-eaten lunch rotting away in his locker where he forgot it, university, washing the dishes, so on and so forth. he's thinking maybe it's a mistake to go, scholarship or not; then he thinks about jimin, how excited he is to see him in the city, how much more promising that friendship's reunion is than anything else and maybe things will be okay after all. jungkook thinks about jimin's latest letter, about how he met a senior student named kim namjoon, how he thinks jungkook would like him just as much as he does (or hopefully not quite as much) and how great it will be for them to meet each other. his mind snags on the thought of possibly disappointing this new important person in jimin's life, when all his fiddling on his portable radio finally gets him a signal less static more song.

as the music fades out, jungkook sighs, fingertips perched on the dial to keep searching.

"most people say that song is about love and i don't think they're wrong. i played this before and someone asked me what i thought about how it seems happy and sad." the soft laugh that follows feels almost too much; jungkook holds his breath without knowing he's holding it, listens with the radio pressing little speaker indentations into his skin where he aches to get closer. "--i think that's an answer our noon dj is better suited for. but i'll give it a shot." a pause. a scraping of a chair. a muddle of background sounds. and jungkook still doesn't breathe. overhead the clouds have obscured the moon but the tiny red light on his radio is bright as a star. "i think that song's undercurrents of sound make it feel like constantly moving, like speeding down a highway. to me that's going to feel freeing or it's going to be terrifying. i guess that's not happy and sad exactly but. i don't know. what does it mean to you? where are you right now when you listen? are you racing? are you standing in place?"

when jungkook lets go of his breath he gasps, lungs burning.

feeling alive.

"both," he whispers over the sound of the dj saying goodnight. on the street below one lonely car ambles down and around the corner. in the distance jungkook can see his town's massive river -- known for its floods in the spring and summer seasons -- and beyond that, what he's come to think of as 'jimin's city'. as the radio kicks back into its regular programming, he catches the station, fumbles for a pen in his pocket (there are three pens and a pencil with the eraser chewed clean off) and jots it on his forearm where he's less likely to accidentally rub it off.

#yoonkook #sugakookie #radio host yoongi #listener jungkook #my moon and my stars #drabble #wip #au: mixtape #alt: when i grow up

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