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tywritesxpop · 27 days
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BTS Suga: Seesaw (SFW)
A/N: This is an old fic originally posted to my old blog. It's been proofread and edited to post here.
Pairing: Suga x fem!reader Warnings: dad!Yoongi, mom!reader, idol!verse Genre: fluff, wholesome, I was inspired when I wrote it okay? WC: 1067
Yoongi was exhausted. Practically sleeping on his feet, he made the long trek through the agency halls. It was late, going past 3am by the time he finally called it quits in the studio. His eyes were heavy, brain shutting down as his thoughts started becoming muddled and confused. But he was at least able to successfully hail a late night taxi.
With his headphones blasting music loudly into his ears, the young man forced himself to stay awake. His home wasn’t far, he just needed to get there. He expected to come home to a dark apartment. Lights off, hall quiet, peaceful. The street lights illuminated his face with each passing, reminding him that he’d be home soon. All he could think about was going home to his family.
When he finally unlocked the front door of his apartment, he released a small sigh of relief. He silently relished in the relaxation he immediately felt from being home. He was met by darkness when he opened the door, save for the dull light coming from the hallway. He locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes, dropping his bag onto the floor; he’d deal with it later.
Yoongi quietly made his way down the hall, tiptoeing past the second bedroom that had its door cracked open, a soft green glow seeping through the opening. His bedroom door was wide open, the bedside lamp illuminating the room enough for him to distinctly make out the body sleeping soundly on his bed. Your eyes were shut, face relaxed and peaceful as your chest rose and fell steadily with each breath. Your hair was slightly messy, no doubt from tossing and turning. But he found you beautiful, and he felt at peace just by looking at you.
He carefully sat on the edge of the bed, the dipping movement making you shift. He reached over and moved a few strands of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You hummed softly and opened your eyes a little. Your vision was blurry for a moment, making you instinctively blink away your haziness. His face finally came into focus, and he looked as tired as you felt.
“Hey,” you mumbled.
Yoongi rubbed your arm affectionately, leaning over to press his lips to your temple. “Hey. Were you trying to wait up for me again?”
You closed your eyes and snorted softly. “I guess I didn’t succeed.”
“You’re exhausted,” he said.
“So are you.” You reached out for his hand and gently pulled him towards you. “Time for bed.”
Before he could move, the soft whining of your daughter echoed across the hall. A soft groan passed your lips, making Yoongi chuckle. As you went to sit up, he pushed you back down and stood up instead. He said nothing as he walked out of your shared bedroom.
Yoongi entered the baby’s room, easily adjusting to the dim light of the star night lights shining above her crib. Her soft noises worried him for a moment, but he realized she was just making spit bubble with her mouth.
“You’re supposed to be asleep, kid,” he joked. He reached into the crib to pick the child up, holding her carefully in his arms. With her small body tucked securely in the crook of his arm, he turned and went to lie down on the small couch across the room. He maneuvered the baby to lay comfortably on his chest, grinning in amusement at her incessant babbling.
“I bet you drove your mom crazy today,” he whispered. He suddenly wasn’t sure what to do to get your daughter back to sleep. His song was stuck in his head, the one he wrote for the new album. It was nearly complete after working on it for so long. “Maybe you can help me with the lyrics.”
Yoongi started humming the melody of his song, rubbing her back soothingly in hopes of coaxing her to sleep. She watched him quietly, eventually snuggling her face into his shirt. He couldn’t help but notice how much your daughter really looked like you.
When you and Yoongi had stopped dating, a strain on your relationship having caused many arguments, you ended up meeting someone else. Your naïve self thought he was the one, but things changed when you found out you were pregnant. Having saved his number for emergencies, you reached out to Yoongi. You felt terrible, feeling as if you were burdening him on top of his already busy life. But he never turned you away, and rather pulled you in closer.
Yoongi did feel a sort of sadness knowing your daughter was not his biological child. But the moment he decided he wanted you back in his life was the moment he agreed to be a father. She may not be his kin, but she was his daughter in his heart. He was willing to take that paternal role if it meant having you in his life. Yoongi had no regrets over it, and he easily developed a soft spot for the small child.
“Maybe we’ll go to the park tomorrow,” he muttered to the sleepy child, watching as her eyes drifted close. “The seesaws are your favorite.”
You had dozed off after Yoongi left the room. It was just past 4am when you woke up again, and he wasn’t with you still. You got out of bed and ran a hand through your hair, walking out of your room. You stopped at the door of your daughter’s room, leaning against the door frame.
He was asleep, snoring softly on the couch with your daughter on his chest. The sight made you smile, a sense of pride filling your stomach. You walked in quietly and grabbed the soft fleece blanket hanging over the crib side. You spread the blanket over them, making sure your baby was tucked in carefully and securely.
Yoongi didn’t react more than a sigh when you pressed a kiss to his forehead. He was so tired, but he was willing to be a rock in your life, for you and your daughter. Despite all of the past arguments, the ups and downs you went through, you couldn’t imagine your life any different. It was for the best when Yoongi jumped off that seesaw, because in the end, you followed him, unable to play the game on your own.
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leeehye · 9 months
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Angel… (M.Y/1)
“people like me break beautiful things…”
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[summary] Y/n’s life seem to be miserable and filled with bad luck. Until a mysterious man comes into her life taking her loneliness away yet there can be more to his mystery.
[warnings] language, violence/blood, mentions of sex, alcohol, assault 🔞, angst, smut (later on), behavior, smoking
[a/n] I got inspired through Jimin’s song Angel but for YOONGI with Agust D! it might be just a drabble I’m still not sure I am just so full of ideas! I have a lot I want to post! ❤️‍🔥 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK 💭 ENJOY!
WC: 3.0k 🖤
It was a Friday night and my boss had made me work extra time. Which I couldn’t deny, I needed the extra money if there was a chance. Being so late at night I had to walk home since calling Namjoon was useless at this point. 
Thunder started to roar and I wasn’t going to lie, it got scary. I hated thunder and mostly when being alone at night. My mom would always hold me tight during a thunderstorm and dad would get hot chocolate for me and I would feel safe. Unfortunately she had passed away along with my father when I was just 10, and since then my brother Namjoon and I had to look after eachother.
Water droplets started to fall on my head and I quietly groaned placing my hand on my forehead trying to get a clear view as the rain got harder. As I walk noises started to come from behind me. I didn’t want to keep scaring myself so I tried to ignore it until a whistle made my nervousness grow. I started to walk faster, and someone grabbed me harshly by my purse pulling me back harshly.
“Where are you heading this late cutie?” a guy said smirking looking down at me pulling me away with him. I stayed quiet trying to fight my way out of his grip but he touched me against a wall in a dark alley. 
“Leave me alone!” I screamed, failing at trying to stay calmed, the man came closer.
“Did you hear that guys? Little princess here thinks we’re letting her go without having fun first” he said as he rested his hand on my waist squeezing it hard holding my hands harshly bring tears into my eyes.
I whimpered in pain trying to get out but another guy came from behind ans started to brush his hands on me.
“Stop it!” I yelled trying to step on their feet as the guy was attacking my neck, but suddenly a deep voice made him stop.
“Didn’t you hear the girl asshole?” a voice said but I couldn’t see his face, the rain and wet hair on my face made it hard to. The guys stepped away from me and I got ready to make a run for it. The man that had grabbed me scoffed as the mysterious man got closer. They were starting to argue and I couldn’t take it. I was shaking.
“Come on man, you can have a turn as well, even…you can be first if you like…she looks like a virgin…” the guy said laughing but he was suddenly silenced when the man landed a punch on his face, making me gasp covering my mouth quickly. As the guy got up from the floor the other guy went to him and started attacking him, I noticed a shiny thing, a blade. I squinted trying to make out the figures and the guy got up and started to attack the mysterious man. 
I couldn’t just stay there, I looked around and saw an old baseball bat, grabbing a hold of it I swung it up hitting the guy who fell unconsious and the mysterious man punched the other one before quickly grabbing my wrist pushing the bat out of my hands pulling me out of the alley running out and I couldn’t argue he had helped me so I followed him.
Hearing the guy cursing at us, the mysterious man pulled me into a dark space between two shops hiding us in there he held me against the wall as his arms trapped me between him and the wall, the silhouette of his head seemed to be watching out making sure we had lost the other two, I could only hear our heavy breathing and the pouring rain.
We stayed quiet for a few seconds, the rain still falling on us and we were soaking wet, after a while he finally moved away from me standing in front of me. I flnched as soon as I heard his deep voice again.
“Are you stupid?” he asked and I just stayed quiet looking down feeling a bit guilty, I got him beat up but still he can’t be calling me stupid. I don’t even know him.
“It isn’t my fault!” I exclaimed, before quickly reaching for my phone turning on the flashlight pointing it at him who winced at the sudden light. My hand covered my mouth seeing his bleeding lip and a big scar that went down his right eye.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry…does it hurt?” I quickly asked about to touch his eye but he held my wrist stopping me from touching him.
“I’m fine…where do you live?” he asked coldly as I was still worried about his wounds.
“Um…about four more blocks…don’t worry I can leave from here” I said and he scoffed.
“And what have yourself caught by those assholes again? Yeah for sure, walk I’ll follow…” he said pulling me out of our hiding spot and I decided to not argue he was already to beaten up and he was partially right I couldn’t risk being caught by those assholes again.
Walking to my building, I walked up the stairs to the very top the outside lights were on and I started typing in my code before looking at him.
“Um let me take care of your wounds…it’s the least I can do after you helped me out there” I whispered and he looked up at me as his hands were in his pockets.
“You talk too much, just go in…” he said, waving me off making a face and I frowned my eyebrows. Opening my door I quickly grabbed him from his sleeve and pulled him inside my apartment, it was small and girly, it wasn’t very big either.
“Sit down…” I said to the mysterious man as I ran to the bathroom grabbing towels and the first aid kit before going to him. I gently wrapped a towel around his shoulders before wrapping one around me. Being concentrated on getting the right ointment for his lip wound I saw him looking around my place.
“It might sting a bit…” I said resting my hand on the back of his head as I slowly pressed the cotton pad on his wound as he flinched trying to move away.
“Sorry…it’ll be better by tomorrow…” I whispered softly reaching for a little bandit putting it on the scratch on his forehead.
“Um how did you get that scar?” I asked without thinking while putting away the things and he scoffed.
“What are we getting to know each other now? We should have a sleepover?” he said coldly but sarcastically and I widened my eyes quickly getting up.
“I…you’re right…sorry…um but still thank you for—” 
“Y/n someone broke in—!” Namjoon came in running into the room holding one of my pink vases.
“What…Who the hell is this?” he asked as the man got up pulling my pink towel off of him, handing it to me.
“None of your concern…I’m going” he mumbled and I couldn’t say anything before he was out of my place. Once he was gone I turned to Namjoon throwing the wet towel at him.
“You’re such an idiot! He came and saved me while you didn’t pick up my calls!” I yelled at him before rolling my eyes heading to the bathroom.
☁️ NEXT DAY ☁️
I walked into the coffee shop the next day, tired but I had no other choice, I had to work to pay my tuition and bills. Tying on my apron I made sure coffee machines, and everything needed was ready for the day. In a few minutes Jia and Jimin made their way inside. Back story of us, they were my co-workers and we were good friends. I met Jia first though and we are best friends.
“Hey girl!” Jia said, smiling, approaching me behind the counter putting on her apron.
“You seem tired, '' Jimin added and I nodded, closing my eyes gently.
“Ugh…I know exams are kicking my butt! And last night was ugh…” I said giggling gently massaging my shoulders.
“But either way, Namjoon isn’t much of a help” I said and we stayed and talked for a few minutes until people started arriving.
We were busy for a while, and I was packed with taking orders while Jimin worked on the drinks and Jia on the pastries, taking another order and I looked up to take the next order, only to see…the mysterious man from last night.
“Y-You?” I asked quietly surprised of how small the world was making us see each other, or was it meant to be? He cleared his throat looking up at the menu, before looking at me almost acting like he had never seen me. I frowned a bit confused, he probably didn’t recognize me? Did he had short term memory lost? Nah he seemed healthy and…good looking I had to admit. He had pretty eyes, his right one decored with the scar and his milky white skin was glowing.
“Um…may I take your order?” I asked, now myself acting like he was a stranger, which he was.
“Um…One americano…” he mumbled taking out his wallet handing me a $20. Ugh this man was really like a black coffee, he was serious as heck and now he was going to make me count change. After a minute of taking out the right change I handed it to him.
“It’ll be out…shortly” I finished off quietly as he had already walked away before I finished my sentence. Asshole.
Jimin had finished the black coffee in seconds and other drinks and I went and took them to the tables, I stopped by with some nice old ladies leaving their drinks before finishing at the mysterious guy’s table. He was looking out the window playing with a lighter, on and off the lighter went and he took out a cigarette placing it in between his lips. My eyes widened and headed over to him.
“You can’t smoke here” I said quickly and without thinking I had taken the cigarette out of his mouth. Both of our eyes widened but mine were bigger while he glanced at me.
“Sorry…sorry here…I…here’s your coffee as well…” I said quickly setting the cigarette on the table with his coffee. I gently bowed making my embarrassment more obvious, I slightly saw him scoff showing a smirk. 
“You’re a responsible one huh?” he said taking something from his pocket, the change from earlier that it felt like an eternity to count, he looked at me and placed it in my apron’s pocket. I was left frozen on the spot. 
“Um…what are–” before I could ask what he was doing a voice made me turn around.
“You! Worker!” a woman from the corner yelled signaling me to go to her, releasing a sigh I went over to her and forced a smile, screw customer service. Reaching to her, she was tap his long polish nails on the table.
“Yes ma’am do you need something?” I asked politely and she rolled her eyes.
“I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t need anything would I?” she responded harshly making the customers around the place turn to watch what was happening. Jia had started recording in case this woman had other things in mind and Jimin was ready with the phone. 
“Then what do you need ma’am?” I asked, trying to contain my patience.
“I want a refund. This was the wrong order” she said, making a face at the food on the table. I slightly rolled my eyes and grabbed her ticket, slowly looking through the items on her table.
“Well everything you ordered is the exact same thing you have on the table, and I always repeat your order at the counter…and even if it was wrong ma’am…we don’t do refunds for a half drank coffee and a almost finished breakfast sandwich” I said teaching her a lesson making her snatch her ticket out of my hand. She stood up resting her hand on her hip and pushed on my shoulder with her other hand. 
“Please do not touch me,” I said sternly slapping her hand away seeing her getting angry
“You little bitch! It was the wrong order! Just make a new one that’s your job!” she yelled at me.
“I can’t make a new one! You already ate it! Meaning there’s nothing wrong!” I yelled back at her losing my patience, she scoffed looking at me with disgust before swinging her hand up about to slap me, and I was ready to receive it, I wasn’t fast enough to move, that’s went a bitter smell mixed with smoke came to my nose, and no pain was felt.
Opening my eyes, the mysterious man had held the woman’s hand stopping her from slapping me. She gasped being her dramatic self starting to yell trying to look at me, who was now standing behind the mysterious man’s tall figure.
“I think you should leave” the man said blankly to the woman who was raging with anger, she snatched her hand from his grip and pushing the food to the floor leaving a mess and some got on my apron an some on my cheek. She grabbed her things and made her way out. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in, before grabbing a napkin wiping my apron before cleaning my face.
I didn’t say anything and just moved to the floor placing the broken plate and glass pieces on the tray, on the corner of my eyes I see him kneel down helping me with the glass pieces. I widened my eyes and didn’t pay attention causing a glass to wound my finger, making me wince.
“Do you have to deal with stupid people like that?” he asked and I shrugged.
“It’s rare believe it or not…but when it happens…god” I whispered and he nodded. That’s when Jimin came with the mop and broom and he started to clean the food and the spilled beverage. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I took the tray with the broken dishes and into the disposal. As I turned around the mysterious man was behind me making me gasp. 
“You scared me” I mumbled while he grabbed my wrist looking at the cut on my finger as he took a bandit out from his pocket wrapping it around my finger. He let go of my hand and made his way out of the shop.
“What did just happen?” Jimin’s voice made me jump making me turn my head, going over to him behind the counter I leaned over it and watched the mysterious man leaving throw the glass windows. “I would like to know that too” I whispered looking down at my finger.
[ ✨ LATER ✨]
Locking the shop’s doors I fixed the tote bag on my shoulder seeing the text message I sent Namjoon, he left me on read again. Fuck you Namjoon.
I started walking home, thankfully it wasn’t as late as yesterday, but keeping my head down on my phone my head suddenly bumped into someone’s chest, I quickly looked up.
“Ow…”
“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to where you’re going?” the mysterious man said, somehow I had remembered his voice and could probably recognize it anywhere. “That’s why assholes find you as a target” he added taking my phone out of my hands into his pocket.
“Hey! My–look I had…a frustrating and tiring day to deal with you now…thank you for helping me, but I have to get home before it gets dark” I said trying to grab my phone from him but he was faster and grabbed my wrist. 
“Do you trust me?” he asked me and I frowned my eyebrows puzzled at his question, he had helped me out twice and I guess I trusted him, but it still depends for what.
“I…I guess but–” I mumbled but I didn’t finsh before he took off running with me not letting go. With me yelling the whole way longing for a break he took me inside a building, which seemed to be an empty one and abandoned, since we took the stairs.
“Hey! Water break!” I yelled before he stopped and I was breathing heavily, god I regretted telling him that I trusted him.
“You talk too much” he mumbled and pulled me out, we were now on the rooftop of the building, I was slightly blinded by the sun, but then I realized how pretty the sunset was. We got closer to the edge and I slowly held on from the railing. Taking in the view of the city, slowly looking up seeing the blue sky tinted with red and pink. A smile appeared on my face, I hadn’t smiled in so long it felt so relaxing.
“Do you like it?” the mysterious man asked softly making me look at him still smiling. 
“Are you kidding? The view from here is amazing…I had never seen the city like this and the sunset is beautiful…” I said softly and I heard his lighter go off. 
He had lit a cigarette and started to smoke, taking a hit of his cigarette and slowly letting the smoke out.
“I can lend this place to you…meaning we can share it” he said holding the cigarette before continuing. What did he mean?
“What? What do you mean?” I asked looking at him who was standing a few feet from me. 
“I found this place first, and I thought the same thing you did…I guess being here it takes my mind off things or just helps me forget any shit…you know?” he said releasing some smoke.
I slowly nodded and moved closer slowly. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing this place…I will take your offer…I think you helped me find my new favorite place” I said smiling looking back again to the view. Until something hit me, this man was a walking mystery I had told this man that I trusted him, and he had already saved me twice. He showed me this wonderful place and I didn’t even know his name.
“By the way…what’s your name?” I asked turning my head to him again as his movements came to a stop. Slowly pulling the cigarette from his lips he glanced at me staring at me for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and his deep voice spoke.
“Yoongi…”
to be continued…
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This one is another series I wanted to post and I am so excited for this one! I will be working on these series along with (a dare after all) and (sweet truth)
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Currently working on a dare after all PT.3 🤭
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hajiberry · 2 years
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all you heard were hushed voices and the creak of the door as it slid open. your pounding headache prevented you from lifting your head to assess who was waking you up way before you planned to be up. but you didn’t have to wonder for long because two seconds later two pairs of eyes were staring down at you.
“have fun last night?”, your amused husband asked, you could see him fighting the urge to laugh at how obviously hungover you were.
you just groaned in response, not having it in you to form a coherent response.
“hm, that’s what i thought”, he replied leaning down to press a kiss on your forward and lay your three year old next to you. “i’m going to go get mommy breakfast. Can you lay here and keep her company?”, out of the corner of your eye you saw the enthusiastic nod your child gave his dad. your husbands eyes were reverted back to you as he gave you an amused smile before telling you, “i’m going to go get you breakfast and coffee and then i would love for you to explain the video i received of you last night”, your eyes widened at his statement.
“what video?”, you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“don’t worry, i saved it”, he said before kissing your forehead again and walking towards the door. leaving you to be cuddled by your toddler.
KUROO, atsumu, iwaizumi, tendou, suga
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dokifluffs · 4 months
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Burnout | Sugawara Koushi
Pairing: Suga X Reader (gender neutral)
Genre: angsty fluff, college!AU
"x-whyareyoureadingthis-x asked: Mini Request for college!Sugawara: sitting at your desk at home, studying, and just having a small breakdown, like there's so much work and mid-terms are in full swing and you don't know how to keep up and all that. And Suga just comes from the side, gently taking your head and pulling it against his chest, letting you cry a little. I'm sorry, but this scenario has been stuck in my head for a month now. If you don't feel like writing it don't worry. But I had to tell someone about this 😅"
Author's Note: i took this mini request and made it into a full one so :) I can't resist making this but I know it'll end up too long as a "crumb" anyways T^T but more for you all to be fed hehe also I relate to this feeling so much oof
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college
it was the next few years of your life that you always heard would be the "best ones ever" yet here you were
your first ever fall semester and you were miserable
The courses you signed up for were ones you were genuinely interested in based off of what you heard and read about the professor
but now sitting through them, with all their workloads piling up toward the climax of the semester
you sat under your kotatsu and wondered
why were you putting yourself through this?
Were you the only one feeling like this?
Everyone you saw when you looked around anywhere on campus looked like they were handling it well and they were just meeting the expectations of what it meant to be a college student
to become an adult
and here you sat
staring off past your no longer lit computer screen as the leaves fell from your childhood home's backyard
a cool breeze blowing in, through your hair and caressing your cheek but your legs stayed warm under the kotatsu
so why was it just you who couldn't handle it?
you snapped out of your daze, glancing around at all your sprawled-out notes
all the reminders you set around your room of the work you needed to do by when
the reticulate time schedule you created would put you as ahead as you could in terms of work with just maybe a bit of free
only if you were lucky or if your professors had mercy on you and canceled some readings or discussions
your chest felt heavy
your body felt heavy just sitting there on the familiar matted floor of your living room
it was all just so much
everything was just so much
all the material you had to retain
the assignments
the readings
the papers you had to type
and now that things were different from high school
now that things were much more real than in high school, everything was longer
the research you had to do
the articles you had to read
the textbooks you had to read
the prices of everything - tuition, fees, it was all so much
as another cold breeze blew by, your cheek felt even colder
you felt a wet drop on the back of your hand
when did you start crying?
Everything was so manageable in high school
when did high school graduation feel so far away when it was only before this past summer, just a couple of months ago?
when did everything start to feel so heavy?
you took a deep breath, trying not to blink or else you knew your tears would fall
but the tears were blurring your vision
until you saw one sticky note you made weeks ago
it was the schedule of your midterms, three of which were on one day and then the last two were on separate days
you made a list of all the material you had to review
you stared at the note, holding the dulled color little sheet in your fingertips, staring at your own handwriting
when did you start cracking?
A cold gust blew in, forcing the door to open wider
"Y/N~ I brought steamed buns.."
"Koushi.." you broke
his voice died off seeing you in your room, papers floating and being pushed all over the floor around you
you looked like a mess
the bags under your eyes were a lot more present since the last time he saw you just a week ago
the room filled with your stifled sobs as you covered your eyes with the palms of your hands
you could feel how damp they had become
but then you felt the warmth
you moved your hands, your vision blurring but you could feel Koushi
His body was pressed against yours, arms pushing your body into his
as if he was the glue and knew you were falling into pieces
as if he was welding your pieces back together
"I'm here," he spoke, squeezing you a little tighter, his voice saddened seeing you like this
he had a subtle inkling of what was happening to you, seeing the signs but whenever he asked, you would tell him it was just some fatigue a good night's rest couldn't fix
how much he wished he followed his gut
and look at you now
"let it out, Y/N," he caressed your head, brushing his fingers through your hair, holding you close ever so gently
like you were the most precious thing in the world
and to him, you were
you sobbed profusely in his arms
trying your best to tell him everything between gasps and breaths
he nodded, listening, sharing his advice with you
encouraging you
letting you know that he would always be there with you through thick and thin
"You've worked so hard, but you need to rest too," he held your hands, giving them a little squeeze as he looked deep into your eyes
Every time you did try to relax, you felt restless, guilty, like there was more you could've been doing
"you shouldn't feel guilty for taking care of yourself and your health!" he proclaimed
"Now eat a pork bun!" he scrambled, reaching for one from the bag he brought, and stuffing it into your mouth while he scooped up your papers into a neat pile
then finally scooping you into his lap as he pet your head
"we're going to rest today," he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you took a bite
"and feed me too," he widened his mouth, waiting to take a bite of the bun
~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!
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poutyniall · 1 year
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Do not imagine the soft, quiet giggle that would make Yoongi' shoulders lightly bounce when - while he's fucking you hard and deep with a hand round your neck - his dick slips out of you 'cause you're soaking wet and the following guttural, low, almost animalistic growl when your hand reach down between your bodies and wraps around his sticky hard dick, giving the head a gentle squeeze, to put it back inside you.
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thebangtancloud · 2 years
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"What if I'm pregnant?" "You're a man, silly."
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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Crack, Fluff
A/n: Requested by @persefoneniverse ageeesssss ago and I've finally gotten around to finishing it up and posting it lol.
Wc: no idea honestly, it's just a cute little drabble.
Summary: The one where Yoongi shows all the symptoms of pregnancy and thinks he has a baby in his tummy.
Another groan left the lips of your husband, eyes opening in the dark at the sound of his whines. Yoongi sat right up on the bed, bending over with a hand flat against his stomach.
“Bubby,” he whimpered, poking you with his other hand. “Get up.”
“I’m up,” you croaked, stretching your legs until you heard a crack. “Is it back again?”
“It hurts so bad,” he murmured, tenderly rubbing his hand over the sore skin of his belly. “I’m so frustrated.”
“Should I bring the bucket?”
Yoongi sighed. “No, I don’t feel nauseous.”
“That’s what you said last night before you puked, Yoongi.”
“You make it sound like I’m a burden.”
“You’re not,” you frowned, sitting up beside him. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You threw up again just because of the sme-”
“Don’t remind me!” He snapped, eyes wide and holding his breath. “Don’t.”
“Okay,” you nodded, touching his arm gently. “Okay, relax. I’ll get you some lemon water. It helps with nausea.”
Just as you were about to turn to get off of the bed, a hand circled around your wrist.
“Where are you going?”
Blinking slowly, you looked at him in disbelief.
“I just told you. To get you some lemon water. Were you not listening to me?”
“I’m sorry,” he frowned, letting go of your wrist. “I was just trying to forget what happened yesterday.”
“It’s okay,” you ran a hand along his arm. “I’ll be right back. I’ll bring you a bucket too, just in case.”
“Come soon. What if someone kidnaps me while you’re gone?”
“You big baby,” your head fell back in laughter. “Why would anyone kidnap you?”
“Just come back soon. I want to lie down. I’m tired,” Yoongi grumbled with a sigh.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
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His words deflated into a weak puff of air, head tipping back and his body turning to the side before he collapsed onto the floor.
The shriek that left your lips echoed through the house, your footsteps quick and heavy against the flooring as you raced towards your husband.
"Yoongi!" You fell onto your knees beside him, patting his cheeks repeatedly. "Yoongi! Are you okay?"
His eyes rolled to the side, opening them and groaning at the weakness in his body. You cradled his head closer to your chest, gently running a hand through his hair.
"That was embarrassing," he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut again. He raised a hand to rest over yours, pulling it a little so that he could cling onto it.
"I told you to rest, didn't I?" You lightly scolded him, leaning down to rest your lips over his hairline. "You scared me."
"You were there to catch me, though."
"You're such a pain," you whined. "Why don't you just listen to me for once?"
"Get ready."
His head snuggled deeper into your stomach, tugging your palm closer to his chest.
"For what?"
"You're going to be a mom."
For a moment, you froze.
You thought back to the last time you got your period, which was barely a week ago. Frowning in confusion, you looked at Yoongi who had his eyes closed.
"What do you mean I'm going to be a mom?"
"Cuz I'm carrying."
"What?" you guffawed at his words, watching the tiniest of smiles grow on his face.
"Are you saying that you're pregnant?"
"What if I am?"
"You're a man, silly," you slapped his shoulder playfully when he opened his eyes to frown at you.
"Hey! I literally have all the symptoms!"
You helped him sit up, the two of you staying right there on the floor with his hand in yours.
"Yoongi, you're just sick. You're not pregnant. It's physically impossible for you to get pregnant."
"Don't be mean, you're hurting my baby's feelings." He dramatically placed a hand over his stomach to shield said baby away from you.
"Okay," you laughed, deciding to play along.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Hey baby?" you touched his stomach. "I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"
"Yes."
You almost choked at the high-pitched sound that came from Yoongi. Looking up at him in disbelief, your lips rolled into a straight line to bite back the grin that was tearing at your mouth.
"Um," you giggled. "Okay, I'm sorry baby. How you doin' in daddy's stomach?"
Yoongi flexed his abs and then deflated them, hoping to give you a response through that.
"Look, my baby is upset with you," Yoongi frowned. He was about to play along when this time he really felt a pain in his stomach, causing him to twist to the side and let out a groan.
"What's wrong?" you asked worriedly, placing a hand over his arm.
Yoongi shook his head, breathing out heavily before looking back at you.
"It just kicked, don't you know?"
"Yoongi," you deadpanned. "Jokes aside, you just fainted. I think we should go to the doctor."
"I'm fine, bub," he shook his head. "I've just not been able to eat well. That's all."
"I'm beginning to think it was the fish that day," you frowned in concern. "Maybe you have food poisoning."
"Shhhh," he shook his head when your hand raised to touch his temple.
"It's not food poisoning, it's probably because my baby doesn't like fish."
"Your baby doesn't like fish," You parroted back lamely with a snort.
"Mhm," he murmured tiredly, tugging at your arm until you were seated right next to him with your back against the couch behind you. He snuggled into the warmth of your embrace, a deep hum sounding from him when you touched the side of his face.
"My baby might not like fish, but he certainly loves the way you're holding me right now."
"He?"
"Or she," Yoongi shrugged. "But it's most probably a he because he's taken after me. He loves your cuddles, just the way I do."
The fond laugh that soon came from you pulled a whine from him.
"That's just you being a big baby because you don't want to visit the doctor."
"Don't hurt my baby's feelings, bubby."
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kookiesandcreams · 2 years
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Can you do a yoongi smut drabble
Pairing: yoongi × reader
Genre: smut, pwp,
Warning: cunnilingus, grinding, unprotected sex, cum play, dirty talk, tiddie grabbbing.
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Pounding into your tight heat, Yoongi lets out a guttural moan, one that makes your insides tingle.
His grip getting stronger on your waist, was the only anchor to keep you from falling. "Tell me, tell me, who this pussy belongs to, huh?" His pace made your mind a frenzied mess. Sloppy kisses on your neck were just another distraction.
A slap on your ass pulls you out of your thoughts. "I said," he punctuates his words with brutal thrusts, " tell me, who this pussy belongs to."
"YOU," it was an ear-piercing scream but it only boosted Yoongi's ego. You felt more pre cum spill in your already wet, pulsating pussy. Biting your lip to control yourself, you balled Yoongi's button up in your right hand while your left hand grabbed your tit.
"Are you close, baby girl?" His ruthless pace was contradictory to the gentleness in his smooth tone. You nodded your head like a dumb slut you were for him and he is the cocky dom he is, pulled your hair and traced the hand down to your clit, rubbing it furiously. "Cum for me, will you?"
Who were you to deny?
His vice like grip on you tightened as if it's possible. You were sure it'd leave marks. But, who cares?
Definitely not you!
The sloppy kisses, his dexterous fingers skillfully rubbing your clit and his thick juicy cock snapping inside of you at an animalistic pace combined together to get you closer to your nirvana.
The rope stretched in the pit of your stomach snapped as you let out a lewd whimper. Mess. You were sure his cock was a mess now. "Good girl," he patted your butt before continuing his ministration.
It took him a few more thrusts in your slippery pussy before he spilt his load inside you. Droplets of cum trickled down your bare thigh but he was quick to plunge two digits in your cunt, "how does it feel to be stuffed with your boyfriend's cum?"
Your eyes roll back and your back arches, "it feels dirty." You let out a satisfied sigh before he pulls his fingers out and bring them to your mouth. "Suck," he commands and you are quick to comply.
"That's my girl," he praises you once you are done sucking his fingers clean. He helps you to the bed before wiping your body with a wet towel and pulling the sheets over your body. "Rest, baby. I'll prepare a bath for you." You smile at him, it's a weak smile but he understands.
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19minutesofsunset · 1 year
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notes he'd leave under your pillow // min yoongi #1
I moved into the new apartment. You'll probably never see it. But it has you written all over it. The faux wood floor, the cream coloured walls, the clawfoot tub. I wanted to text you after seeing the burgundy armchair. Then I remembered. What you told me the night you packed your things and left the drawer empty. How weird it feels that I don't have to keep another toothbrush anymore, just in case you forgot yours at home. It doesn't quite make sense to me that you won't see how the sunset hits the bathroom window everyday at 4:50 in the afternoon. That I won't see how the golden light hits your hair in that copper hue that left me hypnotised. I signed the lease after seeing the light from the window. There's a pillow next to mine which doesn't make sense if your head is not resting on it. If I don't wake up whining on a Sunday morning because, no, I didn't like when your hair got caught in my mouth. But, yes, I did like hearing your sleepy giggles first thing in the morning.
Forgive me for saying this, but I think I would do everything all over again. I'm sure I would do everything all over again.
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dirtybtssnaps · 1 year
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*crawls over to a sleeping yoongi and gently shakes him* daddy I'm horny I'm sorry for waking you up but I really need help
Genre: Lovely Smut
Pairing: Dom Min Yoongi (Suga) and Sub Reader
He laid there for a few moments with his eyes still closed, “You know this is my first day off in about two weeks, I thought we both agreed to just sleep in today.” He took a deep breath through his nose before finally opening his eyes and looking at you. “Why don’t you get up and strip for me, if you really wanna make daddy happy you’ll use that black vibrator you showed me in those videos that you sent.”
-Min Yoongi (Suga)
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yoongiofmine · 1 year
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3k Followers Celebration!
Hello, all of you lovely people! I can't believe I'm almost at 3k followers! This time last year I had just started writing ldyk and had less than 5 hundred followers and look where we are now!
So, to say thank you, I will post a brand new Yoongi one shot when I reach that 3k number!
All I'm giving you is the title and the banner for it:
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This baby will drop whenever I get to 3k (we're at 2.928, so there's still a long while to go lol) but just so that you can get excited for it hehe
As always, let me know if you wanna get tagged for it! <3
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vminizzle · 1 year
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𝔜𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
✑ all my works and writings are purely works of fiction! do not copy and translate without my permission!
(s) : smut (f) : fluff (a) : angst (sg) : suggestive
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blow my mind || (sg)
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more-than-fluff · 12 days
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If anyone would like to request something I'm open to ideas! I'd like to get this page up and running again! Anything BTS!
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agustdakasuga · 2 years
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What Are You Doing Now? (Yoongi Oneshot)
Genre: Romance, angst, past relationships, oneshot
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Characters: Idol!Yoongi, Ex!reader, Idol!Namjoon (Cameo)
Summary: Now that Yoongi has time to revisit his past, he can’t help but remember and think about the past he had with you. When he sees a glimpse of you one night, he thinks about what could have been and where it all went wrong. Mostly, he wonders what are you doing now.
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The alarm ringing made Yoongi jolt. It was time for him to wake up. But was it considering waking up when he hadn’t slept. The entire night, he just laid on his side, in bed, body curled with his hands pressed between his knees. At first, he was just coming down from the adrenaline of the show but that blew over quickly, leaving him to wallow at the end.
With BTS announcing their temporary pause on group activities, Yoongi set off on creating his own schedule.
There was only one goal in mind: Finding his muse again.
He felt embarrassed for himself and to the fans. Having to admit that writing music didn’t come as easy to him anymore, that he didn’t see purpose and reason in spending nights at the Genius Lab anymore.
So he went back to his roots.
He went back underground and started participating in rap battles again. Surprisingly, not many people cared or minded that he was Suga from BTS. Ironically, they were more worried that their underground spots would be swarming with his fans that they voluntarily kept his identity a secret.
His new pseud nickname was ‘The Shooter’, known for his all black outfits, spit fire rap and jabbing lyrics.
Everyone in the rap scene, both rappers and supporters were very chill and it was easy for him to ease his way back into the underground scene.
Last night, just like any other show, Yoongi had an amazing time. Drinks were going around, rappers were having fun taking part in the fun performances on stage and all the supporters in the pit were cheering.
As he waited for his name to be called, Yoongi took a swig of whiskey, standing up and cracking his neck. Once his name was called, he could hear the crowd cheering for him. It wasn’t a night of competition, just one of having fun, people sharing the same passion for rap and music like him. Yoongi hadn’t genuinely smiled like this in a while.
“Shooter! Shooter! Shooter!” The crowd chanted as he began rapping. There weren’t any planned lyrics, it was all freestyle, something Yoongi missed the most. No need for censoring, age restriction or ‘safe’ lyrics.
As he vibed in support of the other rapper on stage, he scanned the crowd. But suddenly, Yoongi felt the wind get knocked out of him.
The person that stood right at the back, face barely visible, only the soft glow of a nearby exit sign helped Yoongi make out the person’s features only slightly.
He didn’t know if it was real, he wasn’t used to seeing the person so far back, not even looking at the stage. This wasn’t a usual mannerism. He was more used to seeing the person vibe in the front row, rather than chat with someone making the music more a background tune.
“Sorry, I need a break!” Yoongi bowed in apology and ran off the stage. No one minded, the other rappers happy to just have more of their verses in the performance. He pulled his headset off, tossing the mic aside.
“Yoongi? You good?” His manager asked.
“Y-Yeah. I need a drink.” Yoongi removed his managers hands from his shoulders and walked out. Instead of heading to the bar like he said, he went to the exit sign.
But you were gone. Yoongi scratched his head with a perplexed face. He let out a long sigh and headed to a bar.
“Whiskey. Neat.” He ordered, sliding onto the bar stool. Holding the patterned crystal glass by the rim, he took a sip and leaned his head against the back of his wrists, one hand steadily holding the glass.
Maybe this was a sign that he should just call it a night, the exhaustion hitting him and he was just seeing things. Yoongi finished the rest of his drink with one gulp and went to find his manager so he could go home. He ignored all the other people that tried to talk to him on the way to the van. Even the drive home was so quiet. Without even a goodbye, Yoongi jumped out of the van the moment it stopped at the driveway and headed to his apartment.
*BARK*
“Good evening, Holly.” Yoongi bent down to pat his head, running his fingers through the soft brown fur. Holly trotted after Yoongi, excited to just hop into bed with his owner.
There was only the sound of Holly’s footsteps and Yoongi’s house slippers shuffling around. Yoongi jumped into the shower first to get himself clean.
Leaning against the cool tiles of his shower stall, he thought back to what happened post breakup.
With ultimate secrecy, he even tried online dating. He was desperate to get rid of any thoughts in relation to him. There was something about his pride, having to show that he moved on first before you did. And some girls were really nice, coming from families that Yoongi’s mother would be excited to meet.
However, something about each of them was off.
It was too different and instead of focusing on how wonderful his date was, Yoongi found himself nitpicking at what she lacked. Not what she lacked as a person but what she lacked compared to you.
You were Yoongi’s person. The person that just clicked with him immediately and complemented his personality and mannerisms.
You had set the bar so high above the moon that Yoongi was never able to find anyone that could even come close.
After his shower, Yoongi poured himself another drink and headed to his bedroom for the night. Holly used the staircase to climb onto the big bed, curling right in the middle, meaning that Yoongi had to sleep at the side.
“Good boy.” Yoongi smiled softly, caressing Holly’s ear between his fingers. He took a seat at the small study desk in his room, it was only there in case he was lazy to head to his actual home studio. While he waited for his laptop to turn on, he scrolled on his phone, checking social media and messages from his group members.
‘New gaming set up! - Seokjin hyung’
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It was weird at first, not having all members living together. But Yoongi was glad for his own space. He could decorate it how he liked it, going for a minimalist look and do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
‘Yoongi hyung! I hope your performance tonight went well! If you don’t mind, I sent you the new beats I was working with for track 4? There’s no rush but I would love to hear your opinion on it! - Jiminie’
Right, with the announcement of solo albums coming out, Yoongi was not only working on his own music but helping the others too.
Yoongi let out yet another sigh, this one full of despair. He rubbed his face with his hands in frustration, he hated that he had let you into his mind to invade his thoughts again.
*whimper*
“I’m alright, Holly ah.” Yoongi turned to the dog, who rested his head on his paws and looked up at his dad.
You loved Holly a lot and Holly loved you too. While he wasn’t known to be the best with strangers, just like his dad, Holly immediately took a liking to you. Your dream was to work with animals and Yoongi would never forget the way your eyes just lit up when you were with an animal.
You and Yoongi… You dated for so long that everyone thought you were going to get married.
You met when you were both 17, in high school. Yoongi went to an all boys school and you went to an all girls school but you met since you both take the same route home together.
As a kid, Yoongi was always teased about wanting to do music, even his family strongly disapproved of it. They always ended up arguing over how music is never a stable living, especially since Yoongi’s family struggled financially.
But you were the only one that supported him and his dreams. You listened to every lyric and tune that Yoongi put together.
When the first offer came, you encouraged Yoongi to take it. Every criticism, you worked through it with him. He knew he could trust you to tell him the truth and never hide anything from him.
Despite the financial struggle, Yoongi still pushed on, thanks to you. He promised to marry you, even going as far to plan out the house that you would live in together, the design mirroring the current apartment that he stayed in quite a bit. The first sign of success was when he was offered a contract by Big Hit Entertainment after placing second in a competition.
“Should I do song writing or rap?” Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at the sign up sheet.
“Wanna flip a coin?” You offered.
“Aegi… This is serious.” Yoongi gave you a flat look. You threw your head back with laughter, reaching out to cup your boyfriend’s cheeks, positioning his head up so that it faced you. 
“Listen, Min Yoongi. You got this, alright? Whether you wanna rap, write music or split an atom, heck even if you wanna fly! Go for it!” You grinned.
“Come here, you.” Yoongi softened, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap.
“Whatever happens, I’ll make sure to work hard and let you live the best life you could ever have, okay? Even if I have to fight my way to make it to the top, I will.” He pressed his forehead against your cheek to hold you close.
“And I’ll be there too. Fighting with you. Watch my technique.” You did mini punches with your fists.
“Yeah, you’ll definitely scare them off.” Yoongi chuckled, watching you with adoration. You weren’t usually this childish and playful, he knew you were just acting like that so he wouldn’t be so stressed and it really worked. Being with you made him feel calmer.
“Yeah so don’t mess with me! That includes you too, Min Yoongi. I’ll beat you up if I have to.” You huffed with a frown. Yoongi laughed so hard that the laughs escaping him were silent. 
“I wouldn’t dare.” 
“I’ll buy you a big house, you can decorate it how you’d like and we’ll have as many animals as you’d like.” Yoongi smiled softly. 
“Do you really mean that? Because be prepared for me to bring home different animals to take care of and nurse through the night.” You warned with a chuckle. Yoongi tucked a stray hair behind your ears.
“I’ll even stay up with you to keep watch.” He promised. 
Yoongi fell back against the back rest of his chair, staring into space while he head pressed against the head rest. He wondered if you really got the job you wanted and are living the life that you dreamt of. The both of you were so sure that by now, you would be in a home of your own together, just enjoying your lives together.
This proved to make it hard to be productive. So Yoongi headed to bed. He didn’t sleep, his mind too busy running wild. Even talking to ARMY on Weverse wasn’t enough. That emptiness in his chest was back after so many years. 
When Yoongi’s alarm rang the following morning, he got up to feed Holly first. He wasn’t hungry so he didn’t need breakfast. 
Sitting at his kitchen island with a big cup of iced americano, he called Namjoon over to his house. 
“Hey, hyung.” Namjoon removed his shoes as he entered.
“Hey. Thanks for coming, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi forced a smile. Honestly, Yoongi didn't know why he called Namjoon over. Maybe he felt that someone being around would take his mind off of you. 
He made Namjoon a coffee as well, the both of them chilling in Yoongi’s living room with soft rap music playing in the background. 
“I saw her last night... She was at the show I was performing at. It’s been a few years and she still looks the same.” Yoongi said, looking down at the cup in his hands. Namjoon would know what Yoongi is talking about. After all, you became best friends with Namjoon after getting together with Yoongi.
“I see...” Namjoon didn’t really know what to say. Yoongi knew why. It was because Namjoon was still in contact with you. Despite breaking up with Yoongi, you were on good terms with Namjoon. 
“I know you’re still talking to her and that you follow her on your other social media account.” Yoongi cleared his throat. 
“You’re right. But do you really want to know, hyung?” Namjoon was uncertain.
“After seeing her last night, I just need to know how she is. And what she’s up to now.” Yoongi confessed. Maybe knowing how you were doing would calm him down and he could move on again.
“Fine. Here.” Namjoon handed you his phone with your social media page on it. Yoongi was careful with the scrolling, not wanting to accidentally like a picture. 
“She’s working as a vet nurse now. And volunteers at an animal rehabilitation centre...” Namjoon explained as Yoongi came upon a photo of you cuddled with a baby penguin.
“She achieved her dream... She actually did it, huh?” Yoongi didn’t even realise the proud smile he had on his face as he heard Namjoon’s words about you. Just like him, you had achieved your dream. The both of you made it to the future that you wanted for yourselves. While you were working with animals, he was successfully writing music. 
“We don’t chat all the time with our busy schedules but she asks about you from time to time. She’s happy that we made it, that you achieved your dream as well. She’s really happy for you, hyung.” Namjoon said softly. 
“She asks about me?” Yoongi blinked in confusion. Namjoon nodded his head. 
Honestly, Yoongi didn’t know why he didn’t contact you. You didn’t exactly part on bad terms. The both of you grew apart and things just weren’t healthy anymore, there wasn’t any communication.
But as you parted, you told Yoongi that he could always call you and that you would still always be supporting him no matter what. 
Yoongi did contemplate calling you. Maybe remaining friends was a possibility but Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to call you. What if you were just saying it to be nice? 
Did you want him to call in the first place? 
If you really wanted to talk to him again, you would have called him right? Instead of waiting for him to call you. 
However, now you were both living in that ideal future that you both dreamt about. The only thing that was missing was your plans of still being together, sharing many new firsts as a couple, maybe even getting married and starting a family of your own at this age. 
Your dreams and aspirations of success didn’t seem so far anymore, it didn’t feel like something out of reach or a fantasy anymore. The both of you had been through a lot, as a couple and as individuals. 
Maybe now was the time to put that in the past and start anew again. 
“Did she... move on?” Yoongi asked. He knew that you were pretty and in the years that he dated you, you had many suitors. It wouldn’t be surprising if you have a new partner.
“She-” 
“You know what? I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me. I shouldn’t even be caring about that.” Yoongi cut the younger off with a wave. 
After a couple of drinks and some takeout lunch, Namjoon left. He was needed at the studio to go through the new tracks for Taehyung’s solo album. Yoongi laid on his bed. He regretted not letting Namjoon reply whether you were attached now. It was going to eat at him until he knew. 
He needed to find a way to speak to you. Turning in his chair, he scratched his head as he faced his computer screen. Would it be weird if he appeared at your work? It definitely would. 
“You do it, Holly. You call your mum.” Yoongi put the phone in front of the poodle, who took his toy and turned around, ignoring his dad. 
Over the next few days, Yoongi tried to distract himself, going back to the underground performances, producing music for his upcoming solo album and helping the other members with their own music production. 
“Good work today.” Yoongi said to Jimin.
“Thanks, hyung.” Jimin grinned with a wave and left the studio. Just as the door closed, Yoongi’s phone beeped on his desk. 
‘Coincidentally, hyung. Jungkook took Bam to the vet and guess who’s in the neighbourhood for her rotation. He bumped into her as she was clocking out. - Namjoon’
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Yoongi’s eyes widened at the image from that Jungkook sent to Namjoon and was subsequently sent to him. Jungkook was seen posing with you, hugging Bam. You were smiling happily, dressed casual but stylish, the same style you and Yoongi always had. You were wearing an old shirt, tied to make it more fitting and skinny jeans. 
That ‘old shirt’ you wore, Yoongi couldn’t believe that you still kept it, much less wore it out. It was Yoongi’s shirt that you stole from him. There was a lot of significance in it. 
Prior to debut, Yoongi couldn’t afford branded clothes. This was the first branded shirt he wore. You had found it and taken ownership of it.
“Jagi, where’s the-” Yoongi stopped at the bedroom door just as you pulled the shirt over your head.
“Where did you find this?” Yoongi came forward, bending down. His fingers grabbed the edge of the sleeve, a soft smile on his face.
“I was looking for my skirt and found it. I’ve never seen you wearing this before and judging by your reaction, you haven’t seen it in a bit? It seems old and faded.” You asked. 
“Oh, I didn’t tell you when I got it. But this was the first branded shirt I bought when I saved enough money from producing. I thought I lost it somewhere but I’m glad you found it. I don’t wear it anymore but it’s nice to have as a memory.” Yoongi patted your head. 
“I should remove it then.” You moved to pull the shirt over your head but Yoongi stopped you by grabbing your wrists.
“No, aegi. It looks good on you. You should keep it.” He chuckled. 
“Really?” 
“Of course. You look cute.” Yoongi chuckled. The shirt was so big that you were practically swimming in it. But in Yoongi’s eyes, only you could look so cute in such an old shirt. 
“Let me see.” Yoongi pulled you to stand up. The shirt was a dress on you but you made it work, of course. He sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed your hands on his head as he leaned against your abdomen.
“I didn’t think you would be the sentimental type, Yoon.” You teased with a giggle. This was the man that said he never wants to re-produce the same song, that he has no regrets for any content that he has ever put out and that you should only be looking at the future, never the past. It was surprising that he kept this shirt.
“You’re right, I’m not sure why I kept it too. I guess that’s why I’m not so fussed about you having it.” He looked up at you. 
Yoongi smiled fondly at the memory. Thanks to you, he was able to find such joy in even the most mundane moments. You always found a way to brighten up any room that you walked into and make people smile. 
Ever since you started dating, he was the silent affectionate kind of guy. You were fine with that, you loved Yoongi for Yoongi. You didn’t want or need him to change. 
But with being having silent affection, that also meant Yoongi was used to hiding his emotions instead of sharing and discussing them. 
After so many years of your relationship, you felt your relationship growing distant. Even the smallest communication you had was gone and the both of you were growing incessantly frustrated with each other. 
“Why didn’t you tell me you were taking Holly with you?” Yoongi asked on the phone, frowning when he came home to find the house dark and empty. There was no sign of you or the brown poodle anywhere. He heard you let out a soft sigh and apology to whoever you were with.
“Hang on. Let me get out of the study hall.” You said to Yoongi. Yoongi waited quietly, the frown still on his face as he tapped his foot against the ground.
“I needed to go for study hall so I brought Holly with me. Don’t worry, he’s fine and well taken care of.” You spoke calmly.
“You still shouldn’t have just taken him without telling me.” 
“Yoongi, I honestly didn’t even know if you were coming home tonight. Holly and I haven’t seen you in a week. I took him with me for the night so he wouldn’t be alone.” You finally approached the sensitive topic.
“Why do you have to say it like that? You know I’m busy with this comeback and the extra producing jobs.” Yoongi sighed.
“I know... Yoongi. I understand, you know I do... But try to understand it from my point of view too. How many nights I wait up, not sure if you’re having dinner or even coming home to sleep. You don’t answer your phone, no updates, nothing. When was the last time we even saw each other in the flesh? Much less, talked on the phone like this.” You sighed. 
“You know I can take care of myself. It’s not like something is going to happen to me at the studio.” 
“Look, I have to go. We’ll talk soon. There’s leftovers in the fridge you can heat up if you’re hungry.” You didn’t want to argue with him, you wanted to leave this call as soon as possible. 
“Where are you now? Why are you even staying out the entire night?” Yoongi asked before you had the chance to hang up on him.
“I told you, I have a major presentation to do and an exam to study for. Plus, I’m more productive in school, where my professors and classmates are. I’ll be home tomorrow and I promise we’ll talk then.” You replied.
“I’m coming to get you now.” 
“No, Yoongi. Just stay home and sleep, I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” You were just exhausted with this conversation. 
After you hung up, Yoongi went to check the calendar on your desk. His eyes widened, the exam you were studying for wasn’t an ordinary exam. It was your vetenarian medicine placement exam, the most important one. Now he felt bad, he didn’t have the guts to face you now. 
You had returned home the next morning, even making sure to come home earlier because you felt bad for leaving the conversation with Yoongi. But even at 6am, the house was empty. Holly trotted in and around the apartment.
“Guess he’s busy, huh?” You sighed, scratching Holly’s head. 
And this was just the beginning of your fights with Yoongi. All the fights that were left in the air with no chance for you to talk it out with him, plus you saw each other less and less. 
In the end, you decided that it wasn’t healthy for you to continue this. You both parted unwillingly and in tears but it was ‘for the best’.
-
You waved to the last patient that walked out before returning back to the nurses’ station. Yawning, you stretched your arms over your head. 
“Heading home for the night?” 
“I’ll just do one more round before handing over to the night shift. Have a nice night, doctor.” You smiled. The doctor nodded and waved before leaving. Grabbing the clipboard from the box, you went to the cages where the animals that were hospitalised were resting. You did the routine checks on them. Just as you were finished, the team for the night shift came in. 
“Good work today!” They smiled as they took over from you. 
“Thank you. Have a nice night.” You wished. Going to the locker room, you grabbed your bag. You smiled softly at the small picture of Holly you hung up in your locker. 
“Hope you’re doing well.” You chuckled at the photo. Before heading off, you went to the main back area.
“Suga, time to go home.” You reached in to gently lift the sleeping kitten. The white feline opened his eyes, leaning into the warmth of your touch.
“Let’s go home.” You carried him in your arms. This kitten was new, it was a rescue that a good samaritan brought to the clinic. For some reason, his mannerisms just reminded you of your ex boyfriend. 
You couldn’t help but be drawn to him that you adopted him, even naming him Suga. He followed you into work because his health still wasn’t 100% and you needed to check on him every now and then. Also, the doctors assisted you in making sure he was checked up on and vaccinated. 
“Sleepy boy.” You smiled endearingly. After bidding everyone goodbye, you checked your messages that you received during the day while you couldn’t be on your phone.
‘Hey. I know it’s been a while... How are you?- Yoongi’
You weren’t expecting the sudden message from your ex boyfriend. You hadn’t spoken to him since the break up. 
‘Hey, sorry for replying so late. I’m good, Yoongi. What about you? - (y/n)’
‘Glad to hear, Jungkook told me he saw you when he took Bam to the vet. But Bangtan’s taking some time off. We’re doing some solo albums and performances now. - Yoongi’
‘I heard. I’m glad, you all deserve a break. - (y/n)’
‘I actually wanted to ask you... - Yoongi’
‘Ask me? - (y/n)’
‘I’ve been thinking a lot about everything... you, me, whatever happened... You didn’t deserve that, (y/n). We should have communicated and talked things out instead of hiding it. Maybe we will never get back to what we used to be. Even if we have to start all over again, right from the start of everything. I think we can work it out. - Yoongi’
‘You’re right, Yoongi. We were getting frustrated but unable to tell each other. As promising as it sounds, do you think we can really make things work again? - (y/n)’
‘I do. I still love you. - Yoongi’
‘Honestly, I don’t know how I feel. Maybe there’s still love there but there’s still hurt too. - (y/n)’
‘It’s okay. Let’s not get too far and just talk things out, you don’t have to make a decision on anything now. Maybe talking will bring you some clarity on what you feel.  Even if at the end, things still aren’t meant to be. At least this will be the closure we need. - Yoongi’
‘Alright. - (y/n)’
‘What are you doing now? - Yoongi’
~~
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~Caramel Eyes, Mocha Paws~ Chapter 3
Summary: As you grow closer to your new werewolf friend, tranquility is disrupted in your small town as rumors of strange creatures begin sprouting.
wolf!yoongi x fem!reader
Word Count: 11,635
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In the last couple of weeks or so, you’ve come to develop a routine. During your shifts, Yoongi usually stops by late in the afternoon for the same cup of coffee before finding a secluded table to sit and work on his music. He claims the calm atmosphere is one of the best places for finding concentration. Something about giving him inspiration when writing lyrics.
Today, he sits in the far corner near the windows as he types away on his laptop. You see the waning sun shine through the glass, casting his dark brown hair into a lighter hazelnut glow. Bringing the steaming mug to him, he glances up at your approach and tugs the ear buds from his ears.
“One hot pistachio latte,” you say, setting the cup down beside him.
His gaze shifts between you and the steaming coffee. “Are you sure you’re not just using me as a taste tester for your strange concoctions before testing it out on the general public?” He wonders as he tentatively picks it up.
You can’t stop the incredulous laugh at his speculation. “No, it’s an actual drink. And how many times have I said don’t knock it until you try it? Besides I even put slightly less pistachio syrup than recommended so it’s not as sweet.”
“With salted brown butter or something nutty related I presume,” he notes after taking a sniff. He carefully sips it, letting the flavor rest against his tongue.
His correct assumption catches you by surprise. It’s even hard for you to smell each individual ingredient despite making it yourself. “Yeah, salted brown butter. You could tell that easily?”
Swallowing, he nods and sets the mug down, steam curling up beside his laptop. “I cook on occasion so I’ve made it before,” he explains.
Nodding, you make note of that piece of information before looking at him expectantly to which he blinks in return up at you. “So what’d you think?”
He shrugs. “Not bad. I like it not as sweet.”
“That’s good. Is it enough to want to get it again perhaps?”
“Only if you’re the one making it, otherwise I’ll stick to my usual,” he answers, already expecting your question as you’ve asked it after every new drink you’ve given him.
It’s a similar response to all the other times, not minding each flavor with the only condition being you have to be the one to prepare it. “Nothing beats that plain coffee does it?”
He props his head in the palm of his hand, eyes watching you with a gleam of mirth in his irises. “Simple is nice. I don’t need all that fancy syrup and flavorings.”
Your face pinches at the thought of such strong coffee, tastebuds immediately reacting to the unappealing memory. “I have to have some flavor with mine or else it’s just too bitter for me.”
“Try adding a splash of milk with a little sugar, nothing else. That should be enough to give it some sweetness,” he recommends, thoughtfully nodding to himself. “Or just a pinch of salt will also do the trick too.”
“Salt?” You eye him dubiously before breaking out into a small grin. “Actually, that makes sense. My parents and I sometimes add salt to fruit so it makes it sweeter.”
“Exactly. It’s the same with coffee,” he says.  
“Thanks, I’ll have to keep it in mind. Enjoy the rest of your coffee,” you tell him before heading back to the counter.
While you’re rearranging the desserts in the display case the door bangs open while the poor bell above clangs harshly as two women walk inside. Donning burgundy colored cardigans, their sunglasses cover their eyes while they briefly survey the place. With black hair tied tightly behind her, the first is followed by a shorter blonde who’s on the phone, seemingly arguing about some reservations while her friend in front goes straight to the counter.
You finish putting the treats away and ease your way up to the cash register. “Hi, can I help you?” You politely ask, ensuring your customer service voice is extra chipper.
She shoves her sunglasses above her forehead and gives you a once over before staring up at the chalkboard menu with disinterest. “Yeah, I want a venti hot mocha with two shots of espresso, one pump of vanilla syrup, only almond milk, and add chocolate drizzle and whipped cream.”
Well, it’s not the worst complicated order you’ve ever heard. Scribbling down her drink, you type it up in the system as you carefully read it back. “Anything else?”
She looks behind her. “Diane, what do you want?”
Her friend lowers her phone, keeping her palm over the screen. “I want my usual iced drink,” is all she says before going back to arguing with the unfortunate soul that’s on the other end.
The lady turns back to you. “We’ll do a venti iced vanilla macchiato with soy milk, an extra shot of espresso, six ice cubes,” she emphasizes, “no whipped cream.”
Again, you’re frantically writing it down and transferring it to the computer while repeating it back to her. “Would you like anything else?” Your question filling with dread at the possibility of another ridiculously specific order.
“Yeah, we’ll take two pumpkin scones,” she says though her upper lip curls in disdain as she observes the desserts.
“Actually, can I get the blueberry scone?” Her friend chimes in.
The lady rolls her eyes, not that she notices. “Fine, one pumpkin and one blueberry scone,” she amends.
You read back the orders and tell her the total as she gives you her credit card. Swiping the card, the machine spits out her receipt and you hand it to her to which she crumples it up before tossing it in the trash. “Here or to go?”
“To go, we’re in a bit of a hurry,” she snaps, painted ruby nails tapping against the marble countertop.
Glancing at Elanor who’s still working on the drinks from the previous large order, you figure you’ll just handle these complex ones on your own. Starting on the hot drink, you sift through the fridge only to find a near empty bottle of almond milk. Not enough for any drink let alone hers. Cringing at the upcoming confrontation, you walk to the counter where the women are still standing. “I’m sorry but we don’t have enough almond milk. Would soy or oat be okay?”
“Are you serious?” She scoffs, a hand going to her hip. “The flavor isn’t the same. What kind of coffee shop are you that you don’t have enough inventory?” The woman isn’t necessarily yelling but her voice is loud enough that most people seated nearby can easily hear her complaints as they continuously glance over at the pair. Even Yoongi’s silently observing from his spot in the back corner, eyebrow raised. The woman huffs. “Did you check the back?”  
Rather than bothering to argue, you release a sigh yet your customer service smile still remains as you go to the back and open the fridge. Standing there for a moment, your eyes scan the various bottles of ingredients, obviously finding no almond milk before slamming the door shut. You return to the counter empty-handed and do your best sympathetic expression while you set your palms on the counter. “Sorry, ma’am, there’s none.”
“You don’t have another store nearby to borrow some from?” It’s not so much a question but more so an apparent suggestion, as if the tiny shop with homemade decorations and limited space somehow resembles a multi-chain business.  
Beside you, Elanor is doing her best not to roughly shake the coffee as she mixes its contents before setting it in the drink carrier and calls out the order.
“No, we’re a local business not a chain,” you tell her.
Crossing her arms, she answers, “Fine, I’ll substitute it with soy milk. If you have enough that is.”
The people with the large order collect their drinks and wince uncomfortably as they head for the door. One drops a couple of extra coins in the tip jar before leaving. Ignoring her snarky response, you snatch a cup and get to work. “We’ll get that ready for you then.”
“Seriously, what is with her?” You hear her mutter not so quietly to her friend. “Could she be any less accommodating? They should be prepared for in-demand items, even if this is a small town.”
“Quit talking before someone kicks us out again and I die of thirst,” her friend complains, having finished her phone call. “You’ll get over it by tomorrow.”
Glancing over your shoulder, the two women are oblivious to the annoyed glares sent their way from the other patrons, most who also happen to be locals here. Even Yoongi watches from his seat, his leg casually propped on the chair in front of him, looking none too pleased at their comments though the only hint is the slight narrowing of his eyes.
You give a small grin when his attention shifts toward you and the corner of his lips quirk up with another slight cock of a brow. Shrugging to him, you’re distracted by the tap on your shoulder as Elanor stands beside you to begin making the iced coffee.
“I’ll beat them with the blender if you help with hiding the bodies,” she mumbles beneath her breath.
A chuckle sounds from you while continuing to prep the coffee. “I think I know a few places in the woods,” you tell her. “Though they’ll throw first punch if you don’t add those six ice cubes.”
She snorts lowly with a roll of her eyes. “We’d still have the upper hand what with all this equipment.”
“True.”
Once the coffees are made, you both set them on the counter to which the ladies take them and leave while complaining how this is nowhere near what the positive reviews people boasted about online. Well, one gripes while the blonde silently listens adjusting her brown-rimmed glasses while carrying the bag of snacks after having slipped a bill into the tip jar. Sharing a look with your coworker, you carry on as usual, thankful they at least left.
Towards the end of your shift, you’re busy sweeping the floors as you finish closing for the night. Elanor already left early as she needed to go to the grocery store before it closed as well. It’s just you with Yoongi as your quiet company who remains seated in his spot.
At least he was, until there’s the distinct clanging of coins hitting the glass tip jar. “Oh my gosh, you’ve got to stop paying for the extra drinks I keep giving you,” you reprimand, setting the broom aside to go fish out his change, earning you a light slap on the wrist.
Yoongi pries your hand away with ease and shoves the container aside before it’s blocked by his arm that he props against the counter. “Consider it a tip for the great service. And for dealing with those rude customers,” he adds with a shrug, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag.
Curling your upper lip at the reminder of those two, you opt to just leaving the jar alone. Both you and Elanor deserve a little something after that. “Yeah, Karens aren’t uncommon unfortunately, especially if they’re not locals. But thank you, that’s really kind of you to do. You heading out for the night?” You guess after glancing up at the clock.
He nods. “Yeah, I need to get going. Do you want help with anything?” He gestures to the chairs though his table already has the seats overturned on top.
You wave him off in reassurance. “No, but thanks. You didn’t have to set your table though again, that’s nice of you to do.”
He tsks at that. “Just being a decent patron. Have a good night,” he says, flicking his hoodie over his head while you wave and respond in return before he ducks outside.
As you finish locking up for the night, you glance around the quiet street, only seeing a few people milling about. Zipping up your jacket, you stuff your hands into the pockets while you head for the forest path to begin your trek home. You listen to the crunching leaves beneath your feet while keeping your attention on the tree line spread out around you. The crickets add to the quiet ambience with the occasional rustling from the wind until a snort sounds on your left. Staring into the darkness, you find familiar amber eyes peeking through the branches, observing you intently.
“Hi Wolfy,” you greet to the lupine who takes that as his queue to step out into the open path in all his seven foot glory. The slight vibrations of his footsteps briefly shake the ground beneath you as he approaches until he’s standing right in front. You raise your hand, palm forward while he bends low and presses his nose against the skin in your usual greeting. “How was your day?” You ask.
Wolfy barks softly, jerking his head in a nod while his tail wags slightly from behind.
“Seems like a pretty good day,” you guess with a smile.
He nods again before bumping his snout against the side of your head with a huff.
“My day was also pretty good. Wasn’t too busy with customers except for some annoying people, but it’s fine,” you laugh.
The wolf grumbles before staring at you expectantly.
“What? That’s really all that happened, just a normal day,” you say as you begin walking again.
He follows after you, staying beside you as the two of you continue towards your home before he leans over to snuff the side of your neck, still remaining focused on you.
Giggling, you rub at the spot to get rid of the tickling sensation. “How are my days so entertaining to you?” You wonder. “Surely you have more interesting adventures than me.”
His response is to silently shrug while he merely blinks.  
You smile before proceeding to go into more detail about how you spent your day, even including some of the menial tasks you fulfill at the shop. The wolf listens intently to every word, interest keeping his entire focus remaining on you.
“So after Karen One and Two left, I got a nice tip from Yoongi who always insists on paying for the drinks I keep having him try even though I tell him it’s on the house. Now I’m thinking about how I’m going to use it. Maybe I’ll get a new sweater,” you note.
When you glance over at Wolfy he nods in understanding and barks with approval.
“You think that’s a good idea?” You ask, receiving the same response. “I’ll keep that in mind then.”
The walk home goes faster than you expect as you arrive at the edge of the trail. After you both do the same greeting, bumping snout to hand, you step through the grass all while the werewolf keeps watch from among the trees. Every time you turn around to look back once you reach the door, he’s not in direct line of sight but you still feel those golden eyes observing from afar.
                                                                ~*~
The next morning you opt for thicker clothes as fall begins bringing in cooler days in preparation for winter. Despite washing your face and performing your usual morning routine, you can’t resist the constant urge to yawn as you rub tears from your eyes while your feet shuffle along the hardwood floor. Heading downstairs, the worn steps creak beneath you while family pictures from a range of outings greet you as you pass by.
In the kitchen, you find your dad sitting at the dinner table eating breakfast while reading the morning paper. “Someone’s up early,” he notes before taking a bite of his eggs. Hearing your approach, Biscuit abandons scarfing down his food as he trots over to you. He bumps into the back of your dad’s chair until eventually finding you, tongue lolling out from his mouth while his blue eyes stare up at you with one being slightly more cloudy than the other.
You hum in affirmation, petting your golden retriever on the head as he keeps knocking against your legs. “One of Juliette’s kids is sick so I offered to cover,” you explain as you go around the counter with the dog at your heels. “Mom already left for work,” you guess upon seeing no sign of her.
“Yep, they needed her again,” he answers without looking up.
Glancing at the clock on the microwave, you see it’s barely past five. “This early in the morning?” You question, fetching a glass from the cupboard and filling it with tap water before drinking.
“Apparently her team is still working on that conservation project. They’re pulling extra hours since the deadline’s coming up. And that’s why I stick with the night shift,” your dad responds, the crinkle of paper sounding as he turns the page.
“Because you can sneak away to the break room and get extra sleep without anyone noticing?”
He clears his throat, the chair creaking as he shifts his weight. “I can do whatever I want for that half hour and they won’t care. But the best part is there isn’t another soul in that part of the building. No interruptions, just a quiet space.”
“That does sound pretty nice,” you agree, taking another sip of your water. Even though he’s only worked at Keaton Enterprises, a technological security software company that’s recently expanded to this area, for less than a year it’s been a nice change for him despite the longer drive. While rifling through the pantry you can hear him muttering under his breath. “What are you mumbling about over there? Which sports team lost this time?” You ask, eventually plucking a granola bar out from the various snacks it’s hidden behind.
Your dad grumbles, taking a swig of his coffee before answering. “None of mine, thankfully. But GlamOrg is building another condo place, except this one will be near the town square. After just putting one near the lake last year,” he scowls.
His news causes your face to pinch, already preparing for the inevitable loud construction and overall nuisance to come. It also makes you wonder why they’re still building more properties in this area. Glamour Organization mostly gets its income from the various high-end boutiques and clothing shops from the major cities but has recently begun expanding into some of the more local towns to supposedly offer better opportunities for people. With the increase in the upscale stores, the surge of tourists who come for the “aesthetic wilderness and authentic small town vibes” that piques their interest, it’s helped the town’s businesses overall but the consensus isn’t exactly positive. The locals aren’t going to be as lenient if the expansion doesn’t actually slow down soon.
“Maybe it won’t be too bad,” you say, attempting to sound cheerful if not at least hopeful.
It’s met by him snorting sarcastically. “Hm, you and I both know it just means more traffic and higher taxes,” he gripes. “Next thing you know there’s a fancy, overpriced mall and then things will never be the same.”
You wince, remembering how mom’s hometown eventually went from vast fields to large concrete warehouses for the expanding plant facilities. At least shopping malls are more attractive than chemical plants, but still not quite sustainable either. Already you can hear your mother’s rants about it.
“Don’t jinx it,” you complain, petting Biscuit one more time before heading for the door with your breakfast.
“Tell that to them. Hey, be careful coming back tonight. They’re reporting a possibly dangerous creature in the area. I know you like taking the trails home so just keep an eye out,” your dad warns.
That catches your attention as you stare at him incredulously, fingers about to tear at the wrapper. “Dangerous creature?”
He nods. “Eh, some tourist got attacked by a wild animal, nothing too serious. You’re probably fine, but you can never be too careful. Just stay alert for anything suspicious.”
While you do tend to be vigilant, your new friend can probably take care of it no problem, not that your parents need to know. “Of course, dad, I always pay attention on my walks,” you reassure him as you open the snack and take a bite of the crunchy granola bar before heading outside.
                                                                ~*~
At work, you’re making multiple hot chocolates and coffees as people seek shelter from the chilling air that seeps across the town. Despite it being a sunny afternoon it has barely thawed away the icy weather from this morning. Though the heater is working overtime, the warmth doesn’t last between the cold windows and entrance door opening every couple of minutes.
Even as you remain busy and constantly preparing drinks, you can’t avoid the recent news that’s spreading like wildfire. Nearly everyone is either reading from the free stack of newspapers or murmuring to each other about the attack. You catch a glimpse of the headline that reads ‘Wild Animal Attacks Hiking Tourist.’ Weird.
When there’s a break in the rush, you head to the back and find Elanor reorganizing and updating the inventory on the computer while you proceed with mopping the floor. “So what have you heard about this supposed animal attack?” You ask her.
Elanor groans with a roll of her eyes. “Ugh, enough to know that I’m tired of hearing about it,” she complains. “But as far as I know it’s just some lady insisting this town is haunted or cursed just because a random animal attacked her.”
“Was it maybe a coyote or bear? I don’t know how bad her injuries are.”
Her eyes remain focused on the iPad while she types in the count for each item, switching between that and the wooden shelves. “I don’t know. According to the paper, it said she wasn’t seriously hurt besides heavy bruising and some lacerations but she’s hellbent on suing the city for not having proper signs that this area has dangerous animals.” She shakes her head. “I think she’s making it worse than it actually is.”
Was all that from the animal or did she fall? Unless she got lucky and somehow didn’t need stitches. As you continue moving the mop across the floor, you consider these possibilities while trying to piece all the information together. “That’s weird though because we don’t really have animal attacks. Not that I can remember.”
“Yeah, I know which makes her whole story suspicious,” she notes, raising her head to face you while her eyebrows quirk up knowingly. “She probably just fell and injured herself that way.”
Before you can come up with a retort to her pointed remark about your own injury, the entrance bell chimes open, signaling the arrival of more customers and Elanor jerks her head in its direction. “You mind taking care of that? I still have to go through all the beans and syrup still.”  
“Of course,” you tell her, rounding the corner to find a group of college students coming inside. They give you a long list of to-go orders but at least it mostly consists of caramel macchiatos and hot chocolates along with a few others. As you begin prepping all the drinks, you can’t help but listen in on their conversations as they’re not exactly quiet.
“I’m serious!” One of the guys claims as he shows another girl his phone. “This lady says she was attacked by some monster last night.”
Her face pinches in mild disgust at whatever she sees on the screen before directing her gaze towards him. “You think it was just a predator with rabies?” She asks.
“Maybe,” he agrees, “it seems serious enough that the police are investigating the trail where she was attacked.”
“They’re probably just making sure it’s not a threat to the public instead of some random encounter,” another of the girls chimes in.
The guy standing beside her decides to also provide his own thoughts on the matter. “She could be telling the truth though. Maybe this thing wasn’t normal.” His admittance is only countered with eye rolling and looks of disbelief.
“Oh be serious,” the girl scoffs. “It’s not like she ran into big foot or something.”
“You never know. No one’s been able to find definitive proof yet,” he insists.
While you’re blending, the noise drowns out their conversation yet you don’t miss the distinct chiming of the bell above the door. Turning your head slightly, you see a familiar dark hoodie approaching the counter.
You wave as you head to the cash register. “Hey Yoongi,” you yell above the noise, your greeting drawing his attention away from his phone as he glances up.
He stuffs the device in his pocket while nodding his head at you in return. “Y/N. Long time no see,” he says.
“I know, I can’t believe it,” you laugh. “Just your usual for here?” You’re already ringing it up as he nods and pays. “Okay, it’ll be just a minute.”
Returning to the blender, you shut it off and begin pouring the coffees into cups. Setting all the drinks in two separate cardboard carriers, you hand them to the group of college students which the girl in front takes with a quick thanks. The others each grab their own, leaving a couple in place while they begin drinking. As they head towards the door, you begin pouring the still steaming plain coffee into the mug for Yoongi.
“You and your conspiracy theories, Thomas,” one of the guys jokes with the guy beside him by slapping him on the back. “If only you put this much research into your essays.” The others laugh at his response while Thomas shakes his head.
“She literally told them that if she didn’t know better that it was a werewolf of some kind. That’s probably why they’ll just write it off as a coyote or wild dog,” he interjects.
That causes your head to shoot up in their retreating direction as you’re passing the cup to Yoongi who you barely register stiffening in response. Werewolf? But Wolfy indicated he was a protector of sorts. He wouldn’t harm a human, right? Could it be a rogue werewolf then?
You don’t hear the rest of what they say as the door clangs shut behind them. Frowning to yourself while you’re lost in thought, you jump slightly when the warm touch of fingers meet your own as Yoongi takes the mug.
“Still thinking about that supernatural research of yours?” He muses with a faint quirk of his lips and tilt of his head, brown hair shifting across his forehead.
“What?” The question sounds more concerned than you mean for it to be as you reflexively panic upon hearing the word supernatural.
He lifts his chin toward you. “You were pretty lost in thought for a minute.”
Going around to the counter with all the straws and other coffee fixings the customers use for their drinks, you busy yourself by wiping it down with a rag. “Just surprised by the news I guess. This is usually a pretty quiet place,” you note, roughly wiping away the few granules of sugar and minute drops of syrup. Out of all the days for it to be relatively clean.  
“Yeah, weird,” he eventually agrees, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside you much to your surprise. With his other hand, he takes a sip of coffee while casually watching you begin reorganizing the variety of multicolored sugar packets.
Putting the packets into the proper containers, you keep focused while he continues drinking beside you. “New hangout spot?” You inquire, righting the coffee stoppers that haphazardly stick out like a chaotic bouquet of sticks.  
His response is to shrug, switching the mug to his other hand near the wall while shoving the now vacant one into his pocket. “Not exactly. More so just wondering why you seem on edge.”
“I’m not on edge,” is your automatic response while you lightly scoff at the idea. The expectant stare you receive has you amending your statement to, “At least not as much as everyone else around here is.”
“The dramatic headlines and hushed rumors aren’t shocking enough for you. But you’re worried about something,” he discerns, taking another swig while keeping his gaze fixated on you.
Crouching down, you open the bottom cabinets to restock the napkin dispensers and buy yourself some time while you think of a response that veers far away from a certain wolf of yours. “Mostly that this town is about to be the next haunted tourist attraction overrun with ghost hunters and people looking for trouble that’s not actually here.” Not exactly pressing matters to you at the moment but it’s also not a lie either. As if GlamOrg or any other corporations need another reason to build more crap here.
“Interesting,” Yoongi hums, a gleam flickering in his brown eyes as he continues sipping his coffee. “Fair point, though why the hostility to ghost hunters of all things?”
“They’re annoying,” you randomly assert. Truth be told you actually don’t give a shit but they’d get old quick if they suddenly decided to explore every inch of town looking for evidence of the supernatural. Not to mention what would happen if they did find something or someone. “Tourists are fine overall but not if it turns Rustic Hallow into some main attraction.”
He ponders this for a moment before saying, “It’d help business at first before bigger companies get the same idea.”
“Yep, and I’m not giving up our parks and hiking trails for stupid blocks of concrete,” you insist, shoving the napkins a bit more viciously inside the container than intended, the thin paper crinkling beneath the force.
From your peripherals, you see him nod in understanding. “True, then the wildlife would be in disarray from the deforestation and you won’t be able to go looking for wolves.”
“Exactly,” you agree, instantly catching yourself but not before you scowl at your mistake. And Yoongi’s smug grin isn’t helping either. “Will you cut it out with the wolf shit,” you complain, throwing a blue sugar packet at him.
It smacks the front of his hoodie and he easily grabs it before stuffing it back into the container. “But it’s so much fun. Nice flags by the way,” he remarks.
“Huh? Oh, yeah that was Elanor,” you say upon recognizing the pink, yellow, and blue sugar packets taped to the wall in a vertical line. “She made the pan flag while I did the trans one,” you explain, indicating to the other one. “We were just messing around but our manager doesn’t mind.”
“That’s pretty cool,” he muses, staring off ahead towards the windows before pushing away from the wall. “Anyway, I’ll let you get to work. Good luck.”
Your face pinches in confusion though it doesn’t take long until realization dawns upon hearing the bell chime as you see yet another large group of people enter. Yoongi gets situated at his usual spot while you return to taking orders and making drinks.
                                                                ~*~
Later that night you’re walking with Wolfy who seems more on edge. Even though he continues listening to your ramblings, the lupine keeps his eyes trained towards the surrounding forest. When you finish talking, he remains concentrated on the trees, ears twitching every time the wind so much as whistles in between the branches.
“Wolfy?” The call of his nickname has him jerking in your direction with a cock of his head. “Everything okay?”
He nods with an assured bark.
“I guess you know about the attack too?” You tentatively ask.
Another nod.
“Yeah, it’s all everyone’s been talking about today.” Most people have been discussing the news practically all day yet some are rather nonchalant, believing it to be just an unfortunate encounter with a wild animal. The locals carried on about their day with the added gossip, leaving only the tourists and visitors to whisper amongst themselves about whether or not they should cancel their nature hike or skip fishing down at the lake. Though a few of the residents did joke about the idea of a possible werewolf wandering in the woods which just made the tourists more paranoid at the mere thought. Like that one college student.
But Wolfy isn’t feral. Yet you’ve seen him in action, that Halloween night when he decimated those goblins attacking you. He’s powerful but not evil. He wouldn’t do something like that. Right?
A light pat of a bushy tail hitting against your back has you jumping in surprise, inner turmoil immediately dispersing while the werewolf beside you hums in concern. “Sorry, I got lost in thought. People have been getting a little freaked out by it, letting their imaginations get ahead of themselves,” you explain.
He quietly watches you and you’re quick to divert your eyes away. Letting out a soft rumble, he leans close while you keep your gaze fixated on the ground. A huff of air hits the side of your face causing you to eventually look up at the wolf who’s still staring.
You release a sigh before blurting out, “You don’t know anything about what happened, do you?”
There’s a short pause as the lupine processes your words. He shakes his head, scrutinizing you carefully while you do the same, your eyes meeting shining gold.
Your footsteps slow, uncomfortable dread pulling down on your legs, the atmosphere becoming awkward. The heavy steps next to you matches your pace, eventually stopping when you do. “I mean, you wouldn’t, you didn’t hurt anyone, right?” Wincing at what you’re basically implying, you try refraining from spewing out any rambling thoughts, instead adding, “Of course accidents happen, and we haven’t known each other long so I’m still learning, you know?” So much for keeping your prattling in check. Why not just accuse him while you’re at it? Piss off the supernatural creature that can crush bone with hardly any effort.
Despite the cold air, your palms are warm and you wipe them against your pants before you clutch onto the soft fabric of your jacket, holding them still. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound accusing, it’s just the victim described the creature as a werewolf and you’re the only one I know. Not that I think you did anything,” you rush, “I just wanted to ask.” Your words wander off when a cold snout presses against your forehead, putting a little pressure that slightly pushes your head up.
It draws your attention toward the werewolf that bends to match your height while you blink in rapid succession. A huff of warm air fans across your face while he stares directly at you with an intensity that’s not scary but instead unwavering.
Blowing out a gentle breath, you conclude, “I’m blowing things out of proportion, aren’t I?” Your assumption is met with a shake of his head. A claw gently taps against your temple as your friend gives a short nod of approval. “So you like when I interrogate you is what I’m getting at if you don’t mind my questions then,” you jokingly respond.
He sends you a dull stare before rolling his eyes with a shake of his head as he resumes walking, his receding shadow leaving you directly beneath the light of the moon and lampposts.
You rush after him, feet moving rapidly so you can keep up with his long strides while you do your best to follow along. “Could there be a rogue werewolf possibly out here?” You quietly wonder.
Again, he denies the idea with another shake of his head, his eyes narrowing to the ground as he thinks about it.
Pursing your lips, you mutter, “Was it a supernatural creature too?” Your fingers involuntarily lift to twine and untwine together while the wolf contemplates for a moment before his shoulders barely lift in a shrug.
Wolfy shakes his head as he snorts, a growl rumbling low in his chest, shutting his eyes though you catch a glimpse of scarlet that bleeds into his irises. He grumbles in dissatisfaction, frustrated with something before heaving a deep breath and calms himself.
“Everything okay?” You ask, readjusting the jacket you’re wearing, pulling it closer to retain the heat.
He nods, lips pulling back and revealing those sharp canines as he smiles in reassurance. Always being nothing but kind to you and yet you feel a little bad for asking if he did it. Whatever, it’s fine. Everything’s okay.
Silence descends upon your walk home, weighing you down in your own awkwardness as you walk before you can’t take it any longer. “I figured it wasn’t you, just to clarify,” you blurt out, stopping yet again in your own tracks. “We barely know each other but still you’re not—what I mean is,” while you struggle for words he reaches out and carefully lets his hand rest on top of your head.
He pats it once causing your head to bob slightly from the force even if he’s being careful as his eyes remain on yours. Ever so slowly, his hand moves down the side of your face until eventually coming to a stop where he cups your cheek. The side of your face is engulfed in thick fur that carries such warmth yet it’s not overwhelming but rather comforting. Yet beneath the soothing gesture, there’s a faint tremor within the hand that touches you. It radiates up to his forearm, barely noticeable.
You almost miss the scarlet flecks that pulsate within the golden irises as you wrestle for words amidst the intimate hold you’re experiencing. Lips mouthing incoherent words, your brain eventually reconnects as you begin talking again. “I guess what I mean to say is you’re the one that actually protects us from the monsters,” you say after a minute. “I just hope people don’t get the wrong idea and you get hurt because they got scared and reacted.”
In response, Wolfy blinks once then yawns, his jaw opening wide to showcase his fangs yet again before casually licking his lips with a smack.
“Okay well excuse me for worrying about your safety,” you scoff though you’re also smiling. “I know how strong you are.”
He gives a pleased grunt before removing his hand, mindful of his claws as he does and he slightly shakes his head with a snort in return. Then he’s nudging you with a tender push as he guides you forward with a hand against your back.
The chorus of singing crickets is your only consistent background music while you both continue walking. It’s accompanied by you asking, “So did you do anything fun or interesting today?”
His response is to shrug with a short sniff.
“Oh come on, you always say that,” you joke, giving him a huff of your own.
He merely rolls his eyes yet he’s grinning as well.
You happen to look down at your feet just as you catch movement right in front of where you’re stepping. Gasping with a slight yelp, you jerk to an abrupt stop only to suddenly be yanked back and into a strong embrace. Wolfy keeps a tight grip with one arm while his other remains outstretched, his body taut and defensive as he checks for any unexpected attacks. A deep growl sounds from him, reverberating from his chest into your own, bones shivering in response. Your heart pounds rapidly in your ribcage, not just from the surprise but also from his sheer quickness, and you feel his own thrumming against your back as well.
When nothing happens and the forest remains still, you watch the ground as a gray snake slithers across in front. The dim lamppost provides just enough light to shine on the little creature while it carries on its way.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you release the tension from your muscles as you slump against him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so startled. It’s probably just a garden or rat snake,” you tell the werewolf who’s still apprehensive.
At your words, you feel him slowly ease up as he lets you down. Your shoes barely brush against the forest floor before you’re pulled back and pressed firmly against his torso, his hold remaining steadfast. The tip of his snout bumps the crown of your head before he begins walking forward with you still held tightly against him.
“Wait,” you realize, “are you seriously going to carry me all the way back home like this?” You can’t help but laugh when he grumbles from above in response. Tilting your head up, your eyes meet full crimson that catches you by surprise. “Wolfy, I’m okay,” you gently reassure him. Even if your arms are stuck, you manage in raising your hand to pat his forearm. It somewhat helps, the scarlet draining as a deep gold pools within his irises in return.
Regardless, he still proceeds in carrying you the rest of the way, which isn’t much further and you’re eventually set down on your feet right at the edge of the tree line. “Thank you for the free ride,” you tell him to which he responds with yet another snort and bump of his nose to your head. “I’ll see you soon I guess?”
He nods with an affirmed grunt.
Reaching up, you hold your hand out for him to tap his snout against your palm in your usual greeting and then scratch the side of his head just below his maw. Your lips quirk up as his eyes slide shut while he emits a low rumble of contentment that vibrates within the bones of your arm. Once you lean away, he pulls back and shakes his head. “Take care,” you tell him while he huffs in affirmation, nodding for you to do the same.
Backing away, you watch him delve further into the forest before you continue towards home.
                                                                ~*~
On your day off, you’re curled up in the lounge chair at the bakery while munching on a strawberry roll cake. While still rather cool inside, it at least provides protection from the chilly air outdoors. You take another bite of the pastry while sifting through the books you got from the library. Most of them just talk about the usual myths relating to werewolves in general or depict folk stories from around the world. Nothing quite useful as they don’t seem to match your particular werewolf friend. Again, not some mindless, bloodthirsty monster.
You pick up the Fables or Folklore: What’s in Your City? book and read the back. Cities with various legends that could possibly be true. Finding the table of contents, you skim through the listed cities, bypassing most of the larger ones only to stop short at the sight of Rustic Hallow. How did your small town end up making the list?
Flipping over to the correct page, you see an introduction along with one bolded section. Quaint town home to magic barrier of darkness?
A peaceful place with bountiful forests and wildlife, this small town may possibly be hiding a dark secret. Though no evidence has been confirmed, sources say a barrier lies within the deep recesses of woods where evil creatures lie in wait for unsuspecting victims.
Believed to be a failed ritual by an alleged cult, it’s said that a hole was opened and darkness spread like an infection before eventually being contained by some unknown entity. No one has definitive proof this exists as no one has yet to find it, but what’s better than taking a hike in these trails to find out?
Cringy writing aside, the author isn’t exactly wrong. Yet you also didn’t expect anyone to actually know about the forest of monsters. Checking the sources, it doesn’t list much except for databases and local papers. Nothing about individual people. Even this book itself is written by someone who just compiled all these stories together. Not to mention, what cult are they talking about?
“How’s the food?”
The sudden question breaks you from your reverie as Seokjin slips into the chair across from you. He has a couple of tiny cookies tucked into a napkin while he chews on some more.
“It’s really good as always,” you confirm, wiping up the leftover whipped cream with a berry and pop it in your mouth.
Seokjin grins with a satisfied nod. “Of course, only the best is made here,” he reassures yet the tips of his ears turn a shade of red upon hearing your compliment. “Good book?” He asks, motioning to the splayed open pages.
“Yeah, it’s just about supposed supernatural stories in different cities and apparently we’re in it,” you say with faux surprise.
He reaches across for the little paperback and skims through it before giving an unimpressed scoff. “Sounds fake,” is his response as he slides it back towards you. “Is this for an assignment or some class?”
You tentatively shake your head. “Just for fun,” you admit. “I got curious about our town’s history and now I’m even more intrigued about this cult that’s mentioned.”
“Ayy, don’t be trying to summon demons or make any deals with them,” he warns with a scowl.
“I’m not,” you groan. As if this town needs another creature wreaking havoc along with whatever’s already lurking about. But if you can find out something about this cult, then maybe there’ll be more information about the dark forest and whatever attacked that tourist. If that’s where it even came from.
Glancing at the clock hanging above the decorative potted plants, you chew on your lower lip before letting out a resigned sigh. “I’ll probably get going before it gets too late.” Despite it only being 5:30, the overcast clouds further descend the streets into night. Burrowing beneath your blankets and catching up on your mystery show will have to wait it seems. You can feel yourself recoil upon seeing the condensation forming on the bakery’s windows. “Thanks for the food,” you say smiling as you collect your things.
At that moment, a timer trills from the back, the sound causing you both to jump before Seokjin gets to his feet. “Thanks for delivering the coffee yesterday,” he responds, slipping his apron on while retrieving the bread from the oven. “I was finishing a wedding cake along with a three-dozen order of donuts for someone’s business meeting that they needed last minute and tea wasn’t doing it.” The fresh scent of baked bread wafts throughout the space and it has your stomach wanting to stay for seconds.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. It’s not like your place is far. Though I’m surprised you don’t have a coffee machine for emergencies,” you note.
“Because your coffee is better. Just like our tea is better, no offense,” he adds, setting the tray aside so he can insert another one loaded with red bean buns into the oven.
You shrug in agreement, adjusting the strap of your bag as it nearly slides off your shoulder. “That’s accurate. But so are your baked goods, luncheon meals, and plants,” you continue, pointing out the variety of items for sale.
“Hey,” the baker chides, “just because both of our stores somewhat overlap on desserts doesn’t mean only one deserves all the praise. A café and tearoom slash garden shop aren’t the same.” He restocks the display cases with the fresh bread then proceeds to wash his hands. Drying his hands with a towel, he tosses it over his shoulder before turning back to you. “So please keep telling people we’re not merging,” he wearily sighs with upturned lips.
“Are the elders still insisting on it?” You wonder though you already know the answer even before he nods. “I mean you could just sell regular coffee to appease them.”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “The book club members and everyone else that keeps asking can go without it. I’m not encroaching on someone else’s business. Besides, Cindy worked hard to get that place up and running. Plus,” he jams a finger at the tall display case full of gorgeous porcelain tea sets, “we’re a tearoom.”
“True. No one says anything to us, they just get their drink and either stay or leave,” you smugly tell him while he scowls in return.  
“Because it’s a café and they accept that but for some reason the tearoom needs coffee,” he complains, offended at the mere thought. “It doesn’t even make sense. Why come here when the café is close by? Even the regulars, albeit not always locals, will recommend adding some as it will help improve business. Serving coffee will help the tea shop, seriously?”
Resisting the urge to smile, you instead keep your face neutral, eyes softening in sympathy while he finishes his rant with a frustrated huff. “There’s always compromising,” you reiterate before letting out a laugh as he painfully grimaces. “I’m just saying. And I highly doubt it’ll hurt the café.”
He situates himself to rest his palms on the granite counter, leaning forward until he’s hunching his shoulders and loudly whispers, “Get out. Or I’ll ban you for soliciting,” he threatens.
You gape at the warning, dramatically pressing a hand to your chest. “The audacity,” you complain. “But then your sales for your blue orangeade tea would drop and that’d be a shame.”
“My blueberry and orange fusion would still do well,” he counters. “Now go, off with you.” Seokjin flicks his hands, shooing you away while you wave in return.
“Tell Hobi I said hi. And I’ll probably see you again soon,” you say, exiting the warm store only to shudder at the cool air. The library thankfully isn’t too far, sitting just on the outer edge of the square and you walk quickly to get away from the frigid weather. As you approach the entrance, a guy is also heading that way and he holds the door open for you while you quietly thank him.
Once inside, you return some of the books but keep a few to continue reading. You head down to the archives and begin searching for history about this town, specifically anything regarding an apparent cult. After poring through the old computers, it does spit out a possible book reference and you jot the number down. Going down the rows, you eventually come to the right shelf, counting each one before peering up. You stretch an arm up but grumble lowly at the shelf that’s two rows too high. Checking the other sections for a step stool or even one of those stick grabbers, you find neither but instead see the guy who held the door open for you earlier. He stands by a shelf, skimming through one of the books before putting it back and reaching for another.
Not wanting to have a near miss like before, you decide on asking for help this time. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you but could you help me grab a book please?” You ask as you approach causing him to glance up from the book summary he’s reading.
“Yeah, sure thing,” he says with an easy smile.
Leading him back around to your particular shelf, you point up to the tan book in the middle. “It’s just up there. The number is H318.” Using his long arms, he retrieves the hardback book with ease and hands it to you. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Anything else I can get you?” He asks and it’s then that you detect the Australian accent.
“No that’s everything, thanks again,” you say, wrapping your arms around the thick tome and holding it tightly. “Doing some research of your own?”
He glances down at his own book with a chuckle. “Yeah, something like that. My brothers and I came to get some fresh air since we’re on break. I wanted to see what landmarks and unique places we could go exploring,” he explains, indicating to the book he’s holding. “Guidebooks can only tell you so much, you know?”
“I get that. We have plenty of places to go but the town square is where you’ll find most of the shops and some of the fields nearby are really pretty. Is there something in particular you’re wanting to see?”
“What about hiking trails? Any good ones worth checking out?”
Please don’t let him be one of those thrill seekers. Judging from his athletic build, he surely seems active enough. Maybe he just likes working out and exercising a lot. You hesitate slightly before answering, “There’s definitely a lot to choose from but I’d recommend the magnolia orchard. It’s usually nice during this time of year. But maybe stick to the daytime rather than late afternoon or evening, just to be on the safe side,” you advise.
This causes him to tilt his head in confusion. “Oh, are you talking about the recent attack?”
“Kind of hard to miss, right,” you note to which he gives a nod of agreement. “But I wouldn’t worry too much, the woods are normally safe.”
His lips turn up into a smile, dimples peeking out as he does so. “Nah, it’s all good. We’re not worried about it. But thanks for the tip.”
“Of course. Thanks for helping me out,” you reply, motioning to your book. “Hope you enjoy your stay here.”
“Definitely plan on it. I’m Chan, by the way,” he says.
You introduce yourself as well and he extends his hand out for you to shake. When your hands touch, you can’t help the involuntarily flinch upon feeling the coldness of his skin.
“Sorry, still a bit chilly from the weather,” he apologizes with a grimace.
“I get it. And it’ll only get colder from here on out. But if you ever need a place to warm up, the coffee shop is pretty good if I do say so myself,” you suggest.
He grins at that, perfect white teeth on full display. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Before either one of you can say more, the grandfather clock from nearby chimes, the sound echoing in the space as it marks the time. Chan winces and rubs the side of his neck. “That’s probably my queue to head back. But it was great meeting you,” he quickly adds.
You nod in return. “Yeah, nice meeting you too. Stay warm.”
“For sure,” he reassures before adding, “you too.”
Waving one last time, you watch as he silently disappears around the corner.
                                                                 ~*~
The next day, it’s just you and Yoongi at the coffee shop where you’re going through the task of cleaning up before closing time. Since he offered to help with sweeping the front area despite you insisting that you can manage, you finish at the counter before moving to the next chore. You head to the back and ensure everything’s put away correctly. But as you turn the corner of one of the shelves, you nearly run straight into a floating yellow dust cloud. Yelping, you lurch into the shelf behind you, knocking over a few coffee bags while a blender clangs loudly to the floor. The will o’ wisp flies back as it shimmers into a pale shade, almost translucent.
Before you can utter a word, the employee door bashes open, slamming harshly against the wall, causing the creature to hide in a flurry. Yoongi stands right at the entrance, body poised in a defensive stance as he frantically scans the room before his bloodred eyes find your own.
“Are you okay?” He gruffly asks, immediately coming over to help you up.
You quietly nod, face burning upon feeling his hands touch your arm and hip as you keep a tight grip on the shelf. “Yeah. Um, are you?”
Panic flits across his face, ruby eyes widening momentarily before he looks away. When his gaze returns to meet your confused expression, those chocolate eyes are back with flecks of amber. “Yeah, just making sure you’re okay,” he answers, giving you a strange look, “heard a lot of loud noises back here.” He glances around the small space and you take the opportunity to do the same but find no trace of the shimmering creature.
Clearing your throat, you mutter, “Sorry, I got startled.”
He looks at you again, slightly perplexed even as his eyes narrow. “By what?”
“A lightening bug,” you mumble, hoping it’s inaudible enough yet he hears no problem judging from the odd stare he’s currently giving you.
It’s silent for a beat too long. “A lightening bug,” he deadpans. The harsh skepticism in his tone only further emphasizes how ridiculous you know you sound.
Still, you’re keeping that alibi as you nod with false affirmation. “Yep.”
“In the fall?”
Shit. “Yeah, that’s why it was so surprising. But it might’ve been something else, maybe like a…moth?” Your question at the end sounds painfully like you’re seeking confirmation from him and you internally cringe. Why didn’t you start with that in the first place?
Yoongi continues blankly staring at you while you’re standing there self-consciously shifting awkwardly. This carries on for several seconds, still much too long for you, so you preoccupy yourself with retrieving all the things you knocked over. Keeping your focus on what you’re doing, you reset the coffee bean bags as well as the sugar and other ingredients all while you can feel him burning a hole into the side of your head.
A blender appears beside you on the shelf, causing you to jump in surprise while he steps closer to help put things away. He picks up an old coffee pot that had also fallen over and sets that on the higher shelf. “Why so uneasy, Y/N?” He inquires, catching your eyes in an immobile hold when you happen to glance over at him.
Scratching the side of your face, you check the floor for anymore fallen objects while also looking for the creature before answering, “I’m not uneasy.”
“You keep scanning the room as if you’re looking for something.”
“I am?” He shoots you a look, causing you to backtrack. “No, you’re right,” you sigh. “I just want to make sure I got everything that was knocked over. It’s been an off few days since people started talking about the animal attack so I guess I’ve just been a little jumpy.”
From over his shoulder, you see the will o’ wisp peeping out from behind some stacked boxes and your eyes widen before you can think to stop yourself. Though you quickly relax your expression, Yoongi immediately notices and begins looking behind him. So you do the only thing that comes to mind and rush forward, throwing your arms around him.
Caught in your sudden embrace, he freezes beneath you going so still that you don’t even think he’s breathing. The ends of his long brown hair tickles the backside of your hands and you have the sudden urge to run your fingers through the strands. And then you become painfully aware of the awkward situation, secretly hoping the floor will open up and swallow you whole before you have to attempt explaining yourself. But of course that doesn’t happen and as the seconds grow longer, you gulp before squeezing your arms tighter around him. He inhales sharply at the movement and you feel a warmth building in your chest where a soft humming seems to resonate from him.
“It’s a cockroach.”
“What?” Whatever mood had been previously developing in that moment dissolves in an instant.
Inhaling deeply, the strong scent of pine that permeates from his hoodie nearly distracts you yet you rush in explaining yourself. “The thing that scared me. It’s a cockroach. A really big, nasty, cockroach that also flies.”
The will o’ wisp shifts into a deep shade of cherry as it quietly seethes at your description. You wave a hand at it and put a finger over your lips before it can begin bubbling in fury. It flits angrily in place and you point to the back door then the shelf next to it. The ghost understands, flying up to the shelf before ducking behind the stacked mugs.
“Could you help get rid of the cockroach? I think it went somewhere back there,” you say, reluctantly leaning away from him as you point in the opposite direction to the cabinets.
“Are you seriously that afraid of a bug?” He sighs.
Still gripping his shoulders, your fingers clench the fabric of his clothes as you peer directly into his eyes where the caramel flecks have gotten slightly bigger within the mocha of his dark irises. “Very,” you whisper. “Please?” You plead with a pathetic pout.
The scowl almost seems to melt before your very eyes as his features soften only for the dry expression to return. “Fine. Didn’t know wolf girl was such a scaredy cat,” he mutters to himself before easing his arms from around you as he begins sifting through the drawers and cabinets.
While his back faces you, you make your way to the backdoor and check for the creature who silently floats down towards the exit. It wraps itself around your hand and you feel its heat warm against your skin.
Once it releases you, you shove the door open where it shoots out into the night. Slamming it shut, you turn back and find Yoongi already facing you. “Got it. It ended up by the door so I just let it go free,” you explain, desperately hoping he didn’t see anything.
Cocking his head, his eyes shift between you and the door. “Thought you were too scared to get near it,” he notes.
Shrugging, you head towards the front of the shop so you can finish up in there. “It was right above the door frame so I just threw it open and it went out.”
You feel him watching you as he follows from behind and you peek over your shoulder to see his lips quirking up. “You’re something else, you know that?” He scoffs.
“That’s fair,” you admit with a smile of your own. Almost everything is put away for the night except for the chairs, so you quickly begin setting them on top of the tables.
From the opposite side of the room, Yoongi does the same, flipping the seats two at a time with such ease. Showoff. It’s quiet as you both silently work, finishing the outer tables before meeting in the middle at the last one.
When the final one is complete, you thank him for the help while he nods, calling your name just before you turn. “Hey, uh, do you want me to walk you home? I mean, so that terrifying cockroach doesn’t come back for you,” he says with a smirk.
You pause, hesitating for a moment to think because what if Wolfy decides to show up? He doesn’t come every night but there’s a chance he could. At your hesitation, his grin falters but before he can immediately retract his offer, you awkwardly shrug. “Yeah, why not? I wouldn’t mind the company honestly,” you admit.
After closing up shop, the two of you begin walking through the forest trail accompanied by the music of rustling trees and crunching leaves in the background. You’ve been keeping an eye out for him, but Wolfy is nowhere in sight, no trace of golden eyes whatsoever. Maybe he’s busy tonight.
“So what do you think about the attack?” You finally ask.
“Odd,” Yoongi plainly answers. It’s a fair way to describe it and he says it so matter-of-factly compared to the hushed whispers and excited gossiping from everyone else. There’s no concern or even slight hint of interest, just his usual straightforward demeanor.
Staring off into the forest, you think for another minute before continuing. “What do you think about what people are saying? That it’s some kind of supernatural creature?”
“You mean like the other day when those college kids said it was a werewolf?” He chuckles dryly.
Returning your gaze to him, you nod. “Yeah, like that.”
He tilts his head in your direction and gives you an easy smile. “Do you actually believe that or are you just desperately wanting proof that your werewolves exist?”
Will he ever let that go? Instead you merely roll your eyes at the mention of your personal studies. “Hey, just because I’m interested in the supernatural doesn’t mean I’m an investigator or hunter of some kind.”
That just causes him to let out a snort that he muffles by covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh, I know. You’re just a fan.”
“You make it seem like I’m obsessed,” you complain, crossing your arms across your chest defensively, “I just think they’re cool.”  
From beneath his fingers, you still catch the evident grin peeking out. “Pretty sure you raided the library’s entire catalogue of werewolf books that night.”
“I did not!”
“Did too,” he retorts with a shake of his head. He uncovers his mouth and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Seriously, what would you even do if you met a werewolf in real life?”
“I’d kiss it,” is your immediate response.
Yoongi coughs to himself and his cheeks burn bright pink as he stares at you in disbelief. “What?”
It’s your turn to grin at him. “Mmhmm, I’d smother them in kisses because aren’t werewolves just oversized dogs?”
His face morphs into a confused, almost offended expression at your declaration. “Sure, if you think they’re like Twilight.” He glances away for a second before giving you a sideways look, searching your face for something before heaving a sigh. “Don’t tell me that’s what your basing it off of.”
Surely he could give you a bit more credit than that. Judging from the disappointed groan he lets out that sounds unlikely. “Well then what are they supposed to be like, Mr. Expert?” You sarcastically wonder, your eyes widening with fake curiosity.
Again the expression of disgust is back, his upper lip curling. “How would I know? They’d have to actually be real first.”
Despite masking it as a cough, the small giggle that slips passed your lips instantly catches his attention as he sends you a dubious glare.
“What? Something I said funny?” He asks, raising a brow.
Actually. “No, but,” while you’re staring forward you can still see him from your peripherals as he keeps his gaze fixated on you, “who says they’re not?”
He rolls his eyes. “Considering no one has any solid proof, I’d say they weren’t. Unless you know something I don’t,” he implies.
If only he knew. As if Wolfy would be interested in a meet-and-greet anyway. Of course, you almost wish you could have the chance to prove him wrong but you instead swallow that irresistible urge of satisfaction by answering, “Nope.”
“Shame,” he sighs with mock despair. “And here I thought you were about to drag me to your complete slideshow with all your evidence and theories.”
“Oh, come on, I’m not that invested in all this.”
“I don’t know,” he hums, “you seem pretty passionate about it to me. Especially considering you read a bunch of books for research,” he says with air quotes, “and your first reaction would be to kiss one. Sounds obsessive to me.”
The breeze picks up at that moment as the wind blows through the trees and sends dried leaves cascading into the air. A handful smack against your body with a few probably sticking to the back of your jacket while a rather large orange one lands right on top of Yoongi’s head. Yet he doesn’t seem to notice it so you reach up to casually pluck it loose.
He flinches, leaning away as he scowls at you while you show him the dead leaf before flicking it right back at him to which he smacks it in return. “I’m not obsessed, just curious,” you emphasize.
It doesn’t faze him as he shrugs once more. “Whatever you say.”
Muttering under your breath, you look forward and see the break in the trees that lead right to your house. “Thanks for the walk home,” you tell him once you reach the edge of the path.
“It’s no problem. Have a good night, Y/N,” he says. Turning on his heel he starts heading back before you’re snatching the fabric of his cotton hoodie. Yoongi glances over his shoulder at you, silently waiting expectantly.
“Are you actually going to walk back home? I mean, the bus stop isn’t too far away from here,” you note, finger also pointing out its direction.
He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine, it’s not that long of a walk.”
But there’s only the main square with shops and open forest that stretches miles in some directions. “Wait, how far away do you live?”
“Not too far. I take the Old Shaw Trail so it’s fine.”
“Oh,” your brows furrow at that, “I haven’t been down that way before. There’s so many different pathways.”
An owl hoots from nearby just as it flies overhead where you watch it disappear into the branches while he takes a step back to free his clothes from your grip. “Yeah, but they’re fun to explore. Anyway, see you around,” he says with a wave.
“Yoongi,” you call and he turns to look back, “stay safe,” you softly murmur.
He grins in return. “You too.”
Once he disappears from view, you continue towards your house. As you dig in your little purse for your keys, you feel something stiff and crumpled inside. Quizzically, you pull free the large brown leaf where you notice writing scribbled on one side. You hold it beneath the porch light, squinting to read the tiny font.
Full moon, talk soon -WW
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A/N: Yet another chapter update posted in the same month, in the same year?? It surprised me too, but I’m doing my best to actually stay on top of my stories and post them in a somewhat timely manner. Again, thank you everyone for patiently waiting and I hope y’all enjoy!
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kgyeomiex · 2 years
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Out of My Mind (M)
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“I didn’t choose you. I just took one look at you, then there was just no way turning back.” 
Summary: After so long your father finally thinks it’s time to settle down and get engaged with a woman he’s been seeing for 4 years now. Not only are they engaged but his new fiancee and her son are now coming to move into your house. It should be fun, finally having a family you’ve been wanting this whole time… But it’s the complete opposite of that… If anything… This whole move was going to impact your life bigger than you could ever imagine…
(Smut not included in this part)
Previous Parts:
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //
Part 4~
Masterlist
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Wait, did that happen? Did Yoongi just kiss your cheek? You looked over and didn’t see Yoongi around.
You have no idea why Yoongi suddenly kissed you; however instead of standing there and processing what on earth just happened you decided to head to your room and sleep.
In the morning you already knew that you were going to have the hardest time trying to get up in the morning. Right now you were happy that you and Yoongi were able to push aside your differences however you were going to regret going out late.
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*BZZ* *BZZ*
You gotta be joking? You swear you felt like you recently went to sleep. You grabbed a pillow nearby and threw it over your head. Do you have to go to class? Can’t you skip this one day?
Completely ignoring your alarm clock you closed your eyes and began to fall asleep again until...
“Y/N!” You opened your eyes and removed the pillow from your face. You sat up and saw Yoongi standing right there looking right at you with a huge smile on his face.
How the hell is he awake? Why is he in this room?
You know Yoongi and you both fixed your differences however if Yoongi doesn’t exit your room within the next couple of seconds you were ready to throw whatever was nearby right at him.
“Oh Y/N,” he calls out again and this time he walks closer to you and you could feel yourself growing frustrated and annoyed.
“Yoongi please leave before I hate you more than I did before,” you said trying your hardest to remain calm but before you know it Yoongi removes the blanket off of you leaving you completely exposed.
“You have class. . . remember,” how could you forget? Your alarm clock interrupted your damn beauty sleep and now Yoongi.
“Leave me alone,” you mumbled but this wasn’t the end of Yoongi.
“You leave me no choice,” Yoongi says before he walks off and before you know it you were left alone.
PERFECT! Just how it should be.
You tried to go back to sleep until everything suddenly happened so quickly. You were about to fall asleep until...
Cold water suddenly hits your face and at that moment you have had enough. Yoongi did not just do that. You got right up and looked over at Yoongi smiling.
This boy was so dead!
“YOONGI I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” You shouted and Yoongi ran off.
How dare Yoongi think it was okay to disturb you in your sleep. You got up and began to walk and find wherever Yoongi was located. You meant it when you said you were planning to kill Yoongi.
You looked around the hall and you see Yoongi standing there with a huge smile planted across his face. Oh, this boy has nerves.
“Get over here!” You walked over to him but he would run further.
You weren’t in the mood to chase the boy down but since he wasn’t planning to just stand there anytime soon you knew you had no choice but to run right after him.
Picking up your feet and running after him.
Yoongi was slowing down after a while getting tired and at last, you got to him. You two were in the living room. You ran up to him and pushed him to the couch.
“I hate you, I hate you... You have no idea how dead you are,” You grabbed a nearby pillow and began to hit him.
You would do more but you weren’t that cruel and mean like other people... AKA Yoongi.
“Well, I will be dead with that breath of yours,” Yoongi blurts out and your eyes widen.
Well, what was this boy expecting? You just got out of bed. Anyways that’s not the point! Who does he think he is talking about your breath?”
“Excuse me?!” You were about to hit him again with the pillow till your father came into the living room and stared at the two of you.
Wow, this looked bad. Yoongi was on the couch covering himself as you were holding onto a pillow getting ready to hit the boy. Ha... You can explain.
“What are you doing?” Your father asks you and you threw the pillow right at Yoongi and smile.
Yoongi might have won this round but this wasn’t the end of anything. Although Yoongi and you are on “good terms” that didn’t mean you weren’t going to get revenge. He started a war and you were going to make sure you put an end to it.
“Nothing..” from that point on you walked off and left to get ready for class.
Freaking Yoongi...
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After a fresh shower and after getting ready you were finally ready to head to class. Well, you were ready physically but not mentally. To be honest you were so tired you had a strong feeling that you were going to fall asleep.
“Y/N,” you hear a familiar voice...
Oh no Yoongi didn’t seem to know when to stop.
“What now?” You asked looking over at Yoongi and he walked over to you and put his arm right around you.
Well it seems like Yoongi knows how to play the annoying brother role. This whole new move was going to be a long experience for you.
“Do you need a ride?” You could get a ride from him but it’s already been a long morning with Yoongi so driving yourself to school sounds like a better idea.
“I’m a big girl, I can drive myself,” you said as you started to walk off. Yoongi is probably trying to put on make up from this morning but you had enough to deal with the boy.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked and you stopped yourself from walking and looked behind you. What is that supposed to mean?
“Are you underestimating my ability to drive myself to school?” You crossed your arms and stared right at Yoongi.
“No, I know you’re tired and I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep while you’re driving,” you wanted to tell Yoongi that he was wrong, however you did feel incredibly tired... At this point, you don’t know what you’re capable of doing.
“Fine... You have a point,” Yoongi smiles and grabs a hold of the car keys.
“Just take a small nap in the car, I’ll drive you there safe and sound and wake you up when we arrive,” you have no idea why Yoongi was suddenly trying to be nice however right now you were beyond too tired to even care.
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Yoongi’s Point of View
The moment we got in the car, I took one look over at Y/N and noticed how she was so quick to drift off to sleep. Everything that happened this morning wasn't supposed to happen, I wasn’t planning to get water and throw it over the poor girl but I had to wake her up one way or another.
I know she was tired and it was partially my fault for pitching the idea of going out on an adventure at 12 in the morning... But I don’t regret it. I just hope Y/N doesn’t regret going out on the adventure with me.
Before I started off driving, I reached over Y/N’s seatbelt and made sure we buckled in before driving. I knew she was too tired to even go to class and I had a feeling she probably would have freaked out that she missed class...
So although I felt bad for waking her up and bothering her this morning, I only did this to help her out... I mean, after all, it’s my fault she stayed up last night.
As soon as I had Y/N’s seatbelt on her, I started the car and it wasn’t long until I began to drive to her school.
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Your Point of View
“Y/N,” you opened your eyes and sat up right away. Wait where are you? What day is it? Or time? Wait most importantly where the hell are you?
You looked over to your right and saw Yoongi right there looking at you.
“For a second I was getting worried whether you were alive or not,” you rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. A few seconds later you began to check yourself out and could see you looked like one hot giant mess.
“Sorry I require a lot of sleep,” you pulled out your cushion and your mascara and began to apply a little touch-up to wake you up.
“Don’t we all... I mean, to be honest, I usually spend my time being selfish and catching up with my sleep but... Today I feel rather generous,” did you hear that right?
Did Yoongi just say he felt generous?
You stopped applying a little foundation and looked at Yoongi.
“I’m surprised,” you commented and continued to apply a little makeup.
Just as you finished you took on a good look at yourself and looked a bit more alive... Not much of a dramatic change but it was something.
“Well thank you for the ride,” you picked up your bag and were ready to leave the car till suddenly Yoongi stopped you by grabbing a hold of your arm.
You looked at his hand and then back at him.
“Wait... I actually got you something,” you were so caught up trying to wake up from your little nap that you didn’t notice the drinks right next to you and the bag of food...
“I bought a sandwich and an iced coffee... If that’s fine,” this was beyond sweet...
You have no idea why Yoongi was acting so nice... Was he making up for this morning? If that's the case you weren’t going to forget about that no matter how hard he tries to be nice... But then again he did just buy you food...
“Yoongi... You didn’t have to,”
Yoongi places the iced coffee into your hand and the bag in your other hand.
“Go before you’re late,”
You smiled and opened the car door. Okay maybe having a stepbrother wasn’t so bad.
Before you walked off from the car, you turned around and Yoongi opened the window.
“Thank you,”
From that point, you turned around and walked off.
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Iced coffee was exactly what you needed... If you didn’t have one you probably would have passed out in the middle of the lecture. You needed to listen, especially since today you happened to find out that you were going to have a surprise quiz the next time you enter class...
As you left class heading to the next one, you pulled out your phone and clicked on Yoongi’s name.
Although Yoongi made you want to kill him this morning, you were thankful that he drove you to class to let you catch up on sleep and you were even more thankful that he bought you an iced coffee to wake you up.
You texted Yoongi.
I can’t believe I’m saying this but... Thank you.
The moment you sent the message, you quickly slipped your phone into your pocket and continued to walk to your next class.
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“You know you didn’t have to pick me up right?” You said as you got into the car looking over at Yoongi.
“If I didn’t then how would you have gone home?” Yoongi asks, glancing over at you and you were going to lie, saying a friend could drop you off but you couldn’t. That lie has been told already and Yoongi knows you don’t have any friends...
Sorry, you’re not the social type... Talking to others isn't your thing unless it’s absolutely necessary.
“Fine, you got me... But you know I could have easily used public transportation like a bus,” Yoongi rolled his eyes at your comment and you smiled.
What, it’s not like you've never been on one. You glanced over at Yoongi and to catch you by surprise you could see him smirking a bit.
Although Yoongi is claiming that the reason he picked you up is that he is doing you a favor, it’s pure bullshit. You could tell that Yoongi was genuinely trying to put in the effort of being your brother.
It was really sweet of him... Yoongi probably won’t ever tell you that is trying but just from his actions, you can tell he is.
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“Yoongi! Pass the remote, you’re not even watching tv you’re on your phone,” so much for trying to spend time with Yoongi.
After a long day of class, you were going to do homework but you realized you can’t even concentrate even if you tried so you went into the living room getting ready to watch tv till you see Yoongi already there.
You sat right next to him thinking maybe this can be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to see what you have in common and maybe watch something together you both like but nope...
“I am,” Yoongi says as he continues to stare at his phone and not at the tv.
You could just sit there and continue to ask Yoongi for the remote or do something about it... Let’s go with the second option...
As Yoongi was distracted by his phone you got up from the couch and walked over to him.
Slowly but quiet you tried to grab a hold of the remote. You were so close until...
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks snatching the remote before you could lay a hand on it and at that moment instead of thinking you reacted.
You snatched the remote from his hand and ran off.
“Y/N!”
Yoongi was now running after you and the both of you were running in circles around the couch looking like complete fools.
“You’re not even watching tv!” You said having your arm up in the air with the remote. Yoongi just looked at you and before you knew it he grabbed it out of your hand and you were back to being remoteless.
As you watched Yoongi grab a hold of the remote you were going to just give up and let him take the remote but you didn’t want Yoongi thinking he won this round yet again.
Since you seem to be shorter than Yoongi, you tried to think of an idea to get the remote without involving you jumping up and down for it.
You looked at Yoongi and before you knew it you suddenly started tickling him out of the blue. At first, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to react but eventually, he couldn’t but squirm around.
“Yah,” Yoongi began to say over and over but he continued to laugh.
As you had Yoongi becoming a laughing mess you grabbed the control out of his hand and smiled. You tried to run off but Yoongi was quick to react.
He wrapped his arm from behind you and lifted you from the ground.
“Yoongi!”
He didn’t bother putting you down, he continued to take you off the floor and you tried your hardest to remove his grip on you but what was the use... Yoongi was going to get the remote regardless of what you do.
“Okay! Okay, you can watch tv,” you said hoping Yoongi would set you down.
“I wasn’t born yesterday,” Yoongi probably thinks you're lying but you’re not...
“Yoongi I promise!”
Even though he was hesitating, he slowly set you down and you handed him the remote.
“Here,” Yoongi looked at the remote and then at you.
“You know what, let’s go out,” Huh?
“Come again?” You asked confused and instead of repeating himself he grabbed a hold of your wrist and suddenly began to pull you off.
What is happening? One minute the both of you are here fighting over a remote and now Yoongi is here pulling you out of nowhere taking you to who knows where...
“Uh, Yoongi, where are you taking me?”
Again you didn’t get any responses, instead you got pure silence from Yoongi’s end.
“Yoongi,”
You looked at Yoongi and noticed that he was about to finally speak up till he smiled and continued to pull you off.
Okay, so you were going to a mysterious place?
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“Am I ever going to know where we are going?” You asked Yoongi and he sighed.
“What’s the fun in that?” Yoongi asks and you cross your arms.
“Well if you would have told me where we were going I could have brought what I needed. Instead, you made me forget everything, even my phone,” Yoongi dragged you out of the house when you didn’t get a chance to grab your phone, wallet, or even keys.
You were empty-handed.
“Trust me you don’t need anything,” now you were more curious about where the two of you are going...
“Yoongi!”
The car stopped and you looked outside and saw that the two of you were at a beach.
You looked at Yoongi confused and then went back outside. It’s not even summer, the two of you are in the middle of fall. Who comes to the beach around this season?
“Um, Yoongi, what are we doing here?” You asked him and he smiled as he removed his seatbelt.
“What? I thought we would take a walk at the beach and talk,” you understand that Yoongi is trying to make an effort to get to know you, but really out of all places on the beach?
“That’s sweet and all but really? The beach?” You asked him and he shrugged.
“Why not?” Yoongi says and before you could speak any further, he steps out of the car leaving you there staring out the window confused.
Maybe you should just go with the flow and see why Yoongi decided to bring you here out of all places... You slowly removed your seatbelt and opened the car door. As you stepped out, Yoongi was now by your door and looked over at you.
“Ready to go?” Yoongi asks you as you close the door and you nod your head.
“Ready,” you two walked away from the car and walked into the beach.
It was sweet to see Yoongi really putting any effort in trying to spend time with you but sometimes you question why. In the beginning, Yoongi was against the idea of you two becoming close or even getting to know each other but now it seems like he’s trying...
You hated that you are always beyond curious but you can’t help yourself from being that way...
“Is the beach somewhere you like to come often?” You asked Yoongi and he smiled.
“Well, I like coming here when there aren’t so many people you know... I like hearing the waves crashing into the shore... It’s relaxing and helps me forget about everything,” you looked at the waves and could see what Yoongi was talking about...
This scenery is relaxing... And probably a really good place to be when you want to get to know a person.
“Well, since we have the whole beach to ourselves, let’s go for that walk,”
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“It’s been a while since I’ve opened up to just anyone,” you said looking at Yoongi and he tilted his head and looked at you confused.
“How come?” Yoongi asks and you silently think about it.
“Well... I guess I haven’t made any friends recently so no one has asked about me and tried to get to know me,” it’s not that you didn’t want friends if anything you did to be able to do things with... But with your luck, you haven’t made any friends.
“Well, I know exactly what you mean... Me either and I think that’s probably another reason why I was quick to shut you off the moment I found out I was going to have a new sister in my life,” Yoongi says and you nodded your head.
The more Yoongi and you hung out the more you got to know him... The two of you had a lot in common, more than you thought...
As you two continued to walk by the ocean you noticed a couple walking near the two of you. You watched as the two were holding hands and laughing...
Now that you think about it... Not only were you friendless you are also boyfriendless...
“Can I ask you something?” Yoongi asks, looking at you and nodding your head.
“When was the last time you had a boyfriend?” you didn’t have to stop to think back... You’ve only had one boyfriend in your entire life and he ended up breaking your heart... After that, it’s like you never wanted to give relationships another try...
“When I was about 16,” he nodded his head but continued to look at you.
“How long were you guys together,” why was Yoongi so curious? You glanced at the couple and then realized maybe that’s why...
“For 3 years,” it was quite a long time... But for those 3 years, you wasted it for someone who wasn’t worth it.
“I know it’s none of my business but... What happened?” you glanced at Yoongi and hesitated... Was telling Yoongi a good idea? You haven’t told anyone what happened and kept it bottled in. You’re surprised that you didn’t go crazy for not telling anyone else.
“A lot happened...” you paused and Yoongi noticed that it was a sensitive topic.
“Look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to... I shouldn’t even be asking about something that personal,” you stopped Yoongi from talking any further and smiled.
“I don’t mind telling you... But I just need time to collect my thoughts... A lot happened,” Yoongi rested a hand on your shoulder and smiled.
“Take all the time you need,”
Yoongi knew exactly what to say... Maybe having Yoongi in your life was going to be better than you expected...
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To Be Continued 
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poutyniall · 11 months
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Something wakes you up and you feel like you slept just for 5 minutes. You were exhausted when you went to bed last night and you still feel the same. Yawning and blinking you finally realise that wasn't the alarm's ring or the sunlight filtering through the curtains or the warmth of Yoongi's body and his cute sounds when he snuggles up against you in the morning 'cause he doesn't want to tear himself away from the bed or from you that woke you up. It was the harsh, sudden gasp coming from Yoongi, the sound of air getting sucked in through his teeth like the sound of a sword cutting through the air. You awake utterly when you turn your face towards him: he's drenched in sweat, locks of hair stuck to his forehead and the light, baggy t-shirt he wears to sleep is now see-through. You can tell he's being tossing around for awhile, hands clasped tightly around the crumpled sheets, eyeballs darting frantically underneath the eyelids. ''Yoongi, love.'' you call him gently, laying a hand on the damp skin of his forearm to delicately rock him to try to tear him away from the nightmare that was holding him in terror. ''Oppa, please, listen to my voice. I'm right here, love. Everything it's fine, you're safe. Just come back to me, ok? Yoongi, Yoongi, please?'' your voice cracks, fear and concern leak out 'cause it's been so long since the last time he had a nightmare and you don't know how to reach him and you can't stand watching him in pain. It hurts. He wakes up abruptly, sitting up, shortness of breath, shaking, frightened eyes flinging around the room. You straddle him to hold him in your arms, his head resting on your breast as he weeps quietly, chest racked with silent sobs. His hands climb your back, firmly clinging to your shirt like he's anchoring himself to reality through you, fingers digging into your flesh. You brush your fingers through his damp hair with long and slow strokes and leave soft, tiny kisses all over his scalp until his breathing settles down. You don't dare move a muscle till you feel his body relaxing under your touch, willing to stay perfectly still till he needs you to. Once you think he's ready, you gently break the embrace and back away slightly so you can look at him in the eyes and cup his face, wiping away the tears trapped in his eyelashes. After a soft kiss on the tip of his nose you take his hand, intertwining your fingers, to lead him to the bathroom. Without a word or a question, giving him the time and space he needs, you take his sweaty clothes off and guide him under the shower. He lets you do it. He lets you wash and rinse his body and hair, letting the distress, the fear and the pain go down the drain along the soapy water. He lets you scrub the towel all over his body, he lets you dry his hair and help him put fresh clothes on. He lets you take care of him and he appreciates that you're not asking - not when he's not ready to answer - despite being so worried about him that your hands shake. After quickly changing your own clothes, got wet in the shower, you take him back to bed and wrap the both of you in the sheets. He curls up, letting you spoon him and you hold him tight in your arms, his back pressed against your chest, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you breath in his scent. ''I'm right here, oppa.'' you whisper to him. The squeeze he gives your hand as response: he knows.
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