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Summary: You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.

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—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of?) to lovers, fluff, smut.

—warnings/tags: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of blowjobs, dom!yoongi i guess? (he's soft tho!!) yoongi is in denial, he asks himself lots and lots of questions, emotional constipation!!! etc etc

—words: 6.8k

a/note: hiii, this is my first time posting something for bts and i'm really excited!!! i'm planning to write more about this couple so feedback is appreciated :) pd: english is not my first language. taglist is open if you want to join!!

You were five blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket for the second time in the span of five minutes.

[Yoongo]: Hurry up

[Yoongo]: Dinner is almost ready

[Yoongo]: If you don’t start running I’m gonna start eating without you.

You giggled looking at his contact name, he made a typo when he wrote his name on your phone and you never changed it, you liked it that way. Yoongi wasn’t going to eat without you, he was the one who invited you, but you started to walk faster anyway.

The memory of the Yoongi who wrote his name on your phone seems so distant now, he was so different from the one who was waiting for you at his apartment, maybe because your mind had unconsciously decided to divide the image you had of him into different parts. The first one was the Yoongi everyone else knew, the rapper, producer and founder of his own label, a well respected name in the industry. The second was the one you knew from the media and the paparazzi pictures of him that came out every weekend, coming out of the club with a different girl by his side every time. Getting bored too fast, never getting enough of that life or anything at all.

The cold wind hit your face as you remembered the first time you met Yoongi, it was the night that Jungkook decided to throw a party, celebrating the start of summer. During that time, your best friend had recently signed with Yoongi's label and was very excited to introduce you to his new friends. You met Namjoon and Hoseok and a few other members of their team, but all you remember was Yoongi’s lingering gaze and intimidating aura, he said hi to you but nothing else, clearly not interested in meeting new people, clearly not interested in meeting you. But as the night passed and Jungkook's party was coming to an end, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing dark eyes staring at you. Why would he be staring at you all night, giving you sneaky glances until you left but never making a move?

"Because you were Jungkook's friend" Yoongi would answer if you were to ask him now, and then he would say something about not fucking people who he could possibly see again. What an asshole, you thought at your imaginary conversation.

At that time you didn't lose sleep over it, didn't question it too much, but even though you two had way too different personalities, you couldn't deny that he was attractive enough for you to find yourself thinking of him once or twice during that week.

The third and last part of the image you had of him in your mind was very different from the last one. You remember discovering it at Jungkook's barbecue party. It was a hot afternoon, Yoongi took a seat next to you and he asked what you were studying at college, he tried to sound interested when you answered history. You made a lame joke and that was the first time that you saw his gummy smile. You liked it so much that you wanted to tell another joke just as bad.

He was quiet, calm and observant, nice enough to offer you a ride home. Nice enough to offer you a ride home every time since that day. He used to say that your dorm was on the way to his house, which was a lie but you didn't know it back then.

You let him drive you home, you enjoyed the music he played and the way he listened to you when he asked you about your life, you enjoyed listening to him talk about his. You thought you were so lucky to know that part of him, and you were so embarrassed when you realized you had a huge crush on him. He was just being nice, no matter how kind he was or how flirty he sounded, he could never feel the same way about you. That's what you thought, until he kissed you before you jumped out of his car one night. That's what you thought until he started kissing you every single time after that.

It wasn't the first time that you asked yourself why Yoongi was so adamant to not let you go, you weren't his girlfriend and he wasn't your boyfriend, but why, after being with so many girls, he decided to keep you? Why did his actions say that he liked you more than his words did? You were pretty, you could admit that, but so were all the other girls, what did you have that they didn't?

You remember asking him about it once. After a long debate about which movie to watch, you beat him by outright refusing to watch a sci-fi movie over a romcom, you and him were laying on his bed with your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair when a scene of a romantic monologue started, you lifted your head and looked at him.

“What do you like most about me?” Smiling, you watched him trying to act like you didn’t catch him off guard. His eyes popped open but automatically a stupid smirk appeared on his face.

“Your ass.” He answered and you punched his arm before he could finish the last word, he let out an “auch” as his shoulders started shaking from laughter. Then, he decided to correct himself. “I like that you’re sweet”

“That's the lamest thing to like about me” you complained, “I'll pretend that you just said my ass.” you pretended to focus on the movie again, taking your eyes off of him.

During the six months that you had met him, you learned how to manage him a little bit. Sometimes offering food worked, in the worst of the cases it was to throw a tantrum, but that day it only took a pout for him to break.

“Don't” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again “You're the sweetest,” he confirmed again and kissed you tenderly on the lips “you make laugh. And you're hot.”

“The hottest?” You joked.

“You bet.”

Yoongi was a man of a few words and you always cherished the ones he had for you. Like when you started going to his studio to bring him food that you cooked only for him, Yoongi forced himself to work long hours and most of the time he forgot to eat, but when you brought him food he ate every single thing.

He always grabbed you by the waist and sat you on his lap, he asked you about your day and you asked him about his. He shared food with you and feed you on the mouth.

“Your food is always the best, babe” he murmured with his mouth full of food.

You still thought about the first night you invited him to your dorm one time that your roommate wasn't home. He ordered food, drank wine with you, watched half of a movie, decided to take off your clothes and fucked you on your bed for the first time.

Your bed wasn't as big as his, he had a king size all for himself while in yours only fitted you and maybe half of him. But Yoongi didn't care, not when he was on top of you. Holding your legs up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and his wet lips whispering against your neck, he made you look at him the whole night while he fucked you open nice and slow, he liked to take his time. You remembered Yoongi squishing your face between his fingers making you pout slightly, he thought you looked so pretty like that, with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows willing to let him fuck you as long as he wanted, however he wanted. At that point he knew your body too well, he knew how to touch you and where to kiss you, but you knew him too, and you knew he talked too much when he was close to his climax, letting the words escape from his mouth without permission. You don't remember everything he said that night, but you do remember a couple lines because during that time, they kept you awake for a few nights.

“My pretty girl, always taking me so well” he said as you threw you head back when he started leaving kisses down your neck, sneaking his hand where your bodies connected so he could slowly rub his thumb on your clit, making you whine his name as you felt your walls abruptly clench around him, he loved that shit, he loved how high pitched your voice sounded as he thrusted in and out, brushing the spot that made your toes curl "My only girl, only mine.”

Pressed against him because the bed was too small for the two of you he hugged your waist and hid his face in the crock of your neck, you fell asleep wanting to ask him if he was serious about that, were you his only girl? You were too afraid to believe him.

You remember that week when you failed an exam that you studied really hard for, he invited you to his place and you decided to try a new recipe, it tasted so bad you wanted to burst into tears in the middle of his kitchen. You loved cooking and that was the last thing you needed. Yoongi grabbed you by your face, assuring everything was okay.

“You can try again another day,” he offered "my mom always says that it takes a few tries. I'll take you to Daegu, she'll teach you.”

He was almost joking, saying those words like it wasn't a big deal. The idea of meeting his mom made you feel butterflies, it was so stupid that something like that changed your mood for the better.

Five blocks away, Yoongi was in his apartment about to have a mental breakdown. He was about to order food when he saw the mess he made in the kitchen, but he promised to cook for you tonight in exchange for a weekend with him. He wanted to think his head was all over the place because of work, but that was a lie, it was because of you.

He had hardly seen you the last two weeks, you had spoiled him, you used to visit him mondays, wednesdays and saturdays, you came by his studio every friday but now it seemed like you had no time for him in your schedule. Having tons of projects and final exams, that week you had only visited him the day before in his studio. You didn’t even let him come to visit you because you said you were going to let him distract you.

It was okay, Yoongi told himself, he appreciated that you came yesterday, but at the same time he missed you so bad, he couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, and the memory of last night didn’t help. Namjoon invited you with some friends from the company to a bar, but you couldn’t come because you were celebrating the end of a project with your friends in a whole different bar. You deserved it, Yoongi told himself that, but when he arrived at the bar by himself and everyone started asking him where were you he thought he might explode because of how much he missed you, couldn’t help but wish you were wrapped around his arms. Why did everyone ask him about you? Why didn’t they ask Jungkook, who was your best friend? Why ask your not-boyfriend?

Yoongi always thought that you two didn't need a title, things were good like that, you had good sex and he liked having you around, but at the same time he wanted to scream last friday when you told him you couldn't come over to his apartment because you had a group project with some asshole called Kevin. Who the fuck was Kevin anyway? Did Kevin know that you had a not-boyfriend whom you cook for every friday and you fuck three times a week? What do you mean he doesn't?

He wanted to ask about said project and that guy. Why was he doing a project with you? Were you put together? Did you choose him? Did he choose you? He knew he couldn’t bring it up, he could already hear your voice asking “Bubba, are you jealous?”

Yes the fuck he was.

His mind was a mess but he was sure about one thing, he didn’t want to be with other women, you were enough. Your kisses, bad jokes and the coffee you made was enough. He wondered if you felt the same about him, was he enough for you? What did he have to offer?

In his mind he pictures you like a good friend and good lover; you took care of Jungkook even if you were a few months younger than him, you made Namjoon laugh the loudest, Hoseok trusted you so much that he showed you new songs that he was working on to know your opinion and you were never afraid of kissing Yoongi in front of his friends. How could he be enough for you?

And anyway, when the fuck did he become like this? He used to think he was being subtle, that no one really knew how much he liked you, but everyone did, except for you. Now he was standing under the dim lights of his kitchen with almost burned food, his dog, Holly, head cocked on one side, looking at him as if he was asking what was wrong and the suffocating feeling that he might be in love with you.

Just for a moment he could be honest with himself, he was not subtle at all. But you didn’t seem to notice, however, he was afraid that one of those days you would find out how crazy he was about you.

He remembered that one summer night when you insisted on having a picnic under the stars, Yoongi thought it was so corny but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. You showed up in a short summer dress that hiked up your thighs every time you leaned to wipe the food out of his mouth. By the end of the night you ended up blowing him for the first time in the backseat of his car. Was it the best blowjob he ever received? He couldn’t be sure. Was it his favorite? Yes, it was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about you and your teary eyes and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, Yoongi thought no one could ever get it, it was almost romantic, almost sweet. He expected you to be at least a little suspicious when he texted you the next day saying "I can't stop thinking about you", you didn’t mention it.

Months later and you were still in the same spot but way deeper. You came every weekend and fucked all night, woke up and ate breakfast together, watched a movie and go out on a date that you planned, come back and fuck again. Was that enough for you? What if you get tired of it?

That last question hung in the air until Holly ran to the living room when he heard the sound of the keys opening the door and Yoongi snapped out of his trance.

“Hello?” The sound of your voice echoed in the apartment, it seemed to be almost empty until you arrived, now it felt complete.

Yoongi didn’t respond, he waited for you to find him in the kitchen, he heard you taking off your shoes and say hi to his dog.

When you found him, you grabbed his face and kissed him briefly on the lips “What is that face?” You asked, leaving a bottle of wine on the counter “Are you not happy to see me?”

“The food got a little bit burned.” He sighed. He was, in fact, happy to see you.

"I'm sure it's fine, let me set up the table." You brushed it off and that was enough for him to forget about the food, but there was still a heavy weight on his chest, you were the only person who could take it off of him, but he didn’t want you to.

Once the table was ready you put some music and poured wine on his glass.

“Did you have a good time last night? Got drunk?” He asked like it was small talk, but he was dying to know.

“Yes and no. I was too tired to get drunk and I actually got home early, Nayeon was still awake when I arrived. What about you and the guys?”

If the food tasted bad you didn’t say it, you seemed to happily enjoy it as you listened to him talk about last night, laughing about the silliest things.

“They all asked about you.” He said, you tried to hide a smile but you failed.

“Did they? What did you say?”

“That you abandoned me.” Yoongi lied.

“Yoongi…” You whined in complaint, rolling your eyes when his shoulders started shaking as he laughed

“Okay, okay. I said that you were busy celebrating the end of your project.” He told you the truth.

The night passed between laughs, sweet smiles and fond looks. That was something he could not escape, your eyes; they always told the truth no matter what, they were sincere and could never hide what you feel, Yoongi had the blessing –or maybe the curse– to know exactly how to read them. In that moment he looked at you from across the table and he felt like he could almost touch your happiness. Yoongi was terrified that you could feel his as well.

“So he’s keeping it a secret” You mentioned as you were washing the dishes after you finished having dinner. Yoongi was beside you, leaned against the counter with crossed arms.

“But he told you.” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

“Of course he told me, he can’t lie to me, I know him too well.” You shake your head in disbelief.

“I’m really hurt that you didn’t tell me.” He joked.

Yoongi had always minded his business, he always was the quiet and calm guy, the one to trust, until he met you. There were countless nights where he found himself gossiping with you in the kitchen, you were calm and quiet too, were the one to trust just like him, but for some reason, somehow, you always seemed to know everyone's business, and you were happy to share them with Yoongi, whom over time learnt to loved those gossipy talks in the kitchen.

Tonight you were talking about Jungkook, who seemed to have not-really-a-girlfriend. Jungkook told you about her and no one else, you didn’t know this, so when you brought it up to Yoongi he was shocked because Jungkook didn’t tell him.

“I’m telling you now, I didn’t know he didn’t tell anybody!”

“Okay, so why is he being all mysterious and shit?”

“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why you didn't tell Namjoon and Hoseok you took me to the river that one time?” You asked taking him by surprise. Yoongi looked at you with raised eyebrows making you giggle. You remember one of your first dates when he took you to eat to the river, after a few hours Namjoon called in an emergency because he messed up the files on his computer, told him that he was calling him for hours and asked where the fuck he was –Namjoon’s words –. Yoongi never answered and later they found out he was with you. He tried to think of an answer, but you didn’t let him. “I don’t know, maybe he is not sure yet, it’s been a while since he had a girlfriend, but I know Jungkook, he really likes her, he will eventually come around.”

Yoongi stared at you as you were washing the glasses, too focused on cleaning to know what what’s going on in his head.

“Did you meet her?” He tried to change the subject.

“No! He would die of embarrassment, he said, but he showed me her instagram.” You said drying your hands to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and looked for the girl’s insta. “See? She is cute.” Yoongi grabbed your phone in his hands and squinted his eyes like an old man, you laughed at that.

Yoongi saw a picture of a smiley girl seated on the beach with an ice cream cone in her hand, she looked nothing like the girls Jungkook was used to dating, but it made sense in his mind, he liked you after all. From the outside, everyone thought that you were too different, that Yoongi never liked a girl like you and that you never liked a guy like Yoongi, but from the inside he knew that there’s no one in this world that understood him more than you. He wanted to tell you all that, but something different came out of his mouth.

“You’re cuter.” He said with a straight face, making you look ridiculous when your cheeks burned red.

When you finished washing the dishes he changed into his pajamas and waited for you sitting on his bed, you were washing your teeth in the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was easier when you were around, he didn’t have time to think about correct or wrong decisions, it was just you in his head.

And then, one more question popped up in his head –or maybe a few more than one– , why did he want to keep you so bad? What did you bring into his life that he didn’t already have?

Yoongi tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times that day that he believed he was about to have a headache because of it. He stared at his bedroom ceiling hoping that the answer appeared written in the white of it, knowing that it was impossible, thinking that there was no possible way that he loved you that much. He almost convinced himself that those months full of nights of gossip in his kitchen, back hugs before sleeping and innocent morning kisses were only products of his imagination. He almost made it, until you walked into the room wearing the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen and the tightest tank top, now the only rational thought left on his mind was how bad he wanted to sink his face in your ti–

“What are you thinking?” You asked, kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached your hand to run your fingers through his black hair, he sighed and realized he was about to give up. What should he answer? “Your tits”? “The suffocating knowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart”? "The terrifying suspicion that maybe I already gave it to you"? Maybe he should say the truth, but not today. Instead, he chose to change the subject.

“Holly missed you.” You scoffed, looking behind you expecting to find his fluffy brown friend, when you didn’t see him you turned your head, offering him a tiny side smile.

“Mmm.. Did he tell you that?” You asked, starting to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him and pecked your lips, a simple gesture yet so intimate, Yoongi never kissed someone like that, he never reserved the little things for anyone but you. That included the food he cooked for you, the afternoons he let you sleep a quick nap on his chest before a class, the squeeze he gave you when you held his hand, the space in his wardrobe that he saved for your clothes only. God, he was so screwed.

“Yeah, he did. He also complained because nowadays you barely come to visit him. He was so sad last friday when you turned us down, you should’ve seen him.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m getting the feeling that you’re projecting right now. Maybe it is because last time I checked, Holly couldn’t talk.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Mmm… give me a kiss.” Yoongi tried to reach for your lips but you pulled back, a devilish smile tugging from the corner of your lips.

“Bubba, did you miss me?” You asked. He lost count of the times he told you not to call him by that nickname, that it was the corniest thing in the world. You ignored him, you never stopped calling him like that. Deep down, Yoongi knew that he liked it, but he would never admit it.

“Did you?”

“I missed you a lot.” You never had trouble confessing things like that, there was never hesitation in your words, just the truth. “I wanted to invite you to come over so many times but I knew I wouldn’t get anything done if you were there…” Your hands played with the chain on his neck while his played with the hem of your shorts, there was an unspoken invitation in your words and he was happy to respond to it, you looked at him through your lashes with a innocent smile in your face which he scoffed at, he pulled you closer and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, never answering the question.

That night he was trying to fuck you hard and fast, maybe because he hadn't done it in two whole weeks and he was horny as hell watching you in those little shorts on top of him, or maybe that was jut an excuse and he, once again, was trying to convince his conscience that you two were just fucking, nothing more and nothing less, it didn't mean anything. But you turned his rough kiss into a sweet one, you dug your fingers into his hair at the back of his neck when he decided to grab your hips and flip you over to leave you under him. Yoongi knew that night you were in a sweet kinda mood when you stopped kissing his lips to start kissing his cheeks and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck. But he wasn't, he wasted no time in taking off your shorts and tank top, leaving you almost naked with only lace black panties as the only barrier for what he really wanted to see.

"Is that right?" He asked with a low voice as he started to drag his hand to your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb slowly. You sighed, too caught up in the feeling of his hand to answer him. "How much did you miss me?"

His other hand traveled down your stomach to stroke your center through the thin fabric sending chills to your spine. Yoongi didn't need you to answer, he knew how much you did by the way your body responded to his hands and the mix of stimulation, but he wanted to hear your answer. He moved his hand from your breast to grab your chin and move your neck to the side so he could start kissing your neck, making you whine his name softly as he pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit slow but hard.

“Too much.” You tried to answer in a huff, letting yourself lose in the sweet touch of fingertips and the sound of his low voice, getting wetter and wetter. It was so good but just not enough, and he knew it.

He took off his tshirt and his pants, creating the illusion that you were on the same page as him, but that was not the case. He curled two of his fingers around the black strap of your panties to push it down slowly, making you shiver. You were about to roll your eyes when he threw it away across the room dramatically, but his finger came back to your wet center making you whine softly, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers first before he sank them inside you.

Most of the time you were patient, waiting under him until he decided to make a move, but that night you were slightly desperate. It wasn’t a lie, you barely saw him in two weeks, the least he could do was not teasing you. You moved your hips at the same pace of his fingers trying to chase the feeling but with his free hands he grabbed your hips and pushed them down the mattress.

“Don’t.” That was the only word that could come out of your mouth.

“What?” He had the audacity to laugh.

“Don’t be like that with me.” You tried to argue but your words sounded almost like a beg.

“Why? Were you waiting all week for me to fuck you?” You watched his face going down your chest to find one of your breast to take it on his mouth, swirling your nipple with his wet tongue as his fingers kept fucking you slow, tortuously pulling them out to rub you clit and then coming back to curl them inside you, you arched your back. He caught your nipple between his teeth and bit it a little when you didn’t answer.

“Y-yes, I was.” You mumbled through a moan.

“Mmm… My good girl, so wet already for me, how bad you wanna get fucked?” He asked, accelerating his movements, the room filled with the sound of your cries only, two of his fingers deep inside you as his thumb fastly circled your clit.

“Yoongi..” You whined looking at him through hooded eyes and with swollen lips. Then, he stopped his movements abruptly.

“Do you want me to fuck you right now, to make you cum?” He removed his fingers and put his hands on each side of your head*. You sobbed silently in protest but he didn't care, that was exactly what he wanted from you. But you could only nod and redirect your gaze to his tight boxers. “I was going to make you wait, baby,” he scoffed, grabbing the elastic of his boxers and finally taking them off “Just like you made me wait for you for two weeks.” his hand gripped your thighs, opening your legs to display you as he liked, his eyes flying to his target, so wet and warm, he couldn't wait even if he tried. “But I can't when I have you spread like this just for me”

A cry left you when he started to rub his cock against your clit and folds, going up and down making you squirm under him, he told himself that he wouldn't tease that night, there was a little angel seated on his right shoulder telling him to be nice and not to do it, but the little devil seated on the left keep whispering to tease you until you were crying for his cock, he tried to find a balance between them, and he was going to try and making you wait and fuck you like he wanted, but he never liked a fifty-fifty in bed.

He pressed a kiss on your lips, opening his mouth slowly so he could languidly slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands coming up to brush your nipples with his thumbs once again as he rolled his hips against your core making you gasp in anticipation, he whispered to your ear, “I need to hear what you want first.”

“I want.. you” You murmured, feeling caged between him and the mattress, mind too cloudy to think of an elaborated sentence.

“You want what, baby?” He asked, his nose touching with yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. The pressure between your legs started to become unbearable, your hips pushed forward to meet him but all he did was grab them to keep you in place. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his wrapping your legs on his waist, but that was not enough for him to decide himself to fill you up. He was so annoying, making you to say prescicely what he wanted to hear otherwise he wouldn't fuck you. You were the shy kind of girl in bed you met him, the first time he made you say your pussy was his, your face turned as red as a tomato, you never had said those things in bed but with Yoongi it was necessary, he loved hearing your whiny voice begging him to make you cum, and on the long way you learned that was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. No matter how famous, or hot Yoongi was, at the end of the day, when he was balls deep inside of you, he was just a man and you took advantage of that.

“I want you… to fuck me.” You said giving in to him.

“Mmm… no pretty please?” He whispered, leaning to peck your lips sweetly as if he was mocking you. God, that made your walls clench around nothing in anticipation, almost daydreaming of the feeling of his cock fucking you open. He let out a mocking laugh when he realized how much it turned you on the way he was playing with you, he was such an asshole.

Decided, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and made him look at you, devoring his lips without warning “Please Yoon,” you said whining between kisses as you started to rub your center against his member, you could hear a low moan get stuck on his throat and you felt the grip on your hips get tighter “just fuck me please, it's been so long.”

It was rare to leave Yoongi without words when this wasn't the worst thing he had made you say in bed, but he was so hard at that point that all he could think of was being inside you. So he did, thrusting hard, stretching you open until your thighs started shaking.

“You always fit me so well.” Yoongi said out of breath. He was on edge too, trying to keep his chill-guy persona but already starting to fail as you rolled your hips just right against him, only focusing on your naked body and the the pretty noises you made, Yoongi was a bit dumb if he thought he had full control of you in bed when you knew exactly how to break him. “Tell me baby, am I the only one who gets to see you like this? To fuck you like this?” His voice came out in a groan as he pounded in and out your pussy slowly, the only thing you could think of was the hard drag of his cock wrapped around your walls and the tingling feeling in the low part of your tummy. Your breath got caught in your throat, he was being mean, making you wait as he dragged his hand down your body to circle your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. You were sure there was an answer somewhere in your mind, you just couldn't find it. When the only thing he heard in response were your sobs he slammed a particularly hard thrust making you snap out of your trance, squirming in pleasure.

“Y-yes! O-only you” You sobbed pushing your hips forward to meet his movements. It wasn't the first time that he asked questions like these when he didn't see you after a long time, Yoongi was almost predictable, almost.

He placed his face in the space between your neck and shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside you, happy with your answer he started to pick up a faster pace which left both of you breathing heavily, moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum all over my cock tonight, baby? Make a mess on my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, you tried to catch your breath to answer him but instead you nodded repeatedly, too lost in the sound of your bodies crashing each other and his low groans, his cock hitting all the right spots, brushing you sweet spot over and over again until the knot of your stomach started to grow tighter with each thrust. It wasn't long until you both started to get close to your climax, after all you had not fucked in two weeks after fucking every two days for months.

“My sweet girl, will you let me make you cum as much as I want?” He asked once again. Your mind tried to form a sentence good enough to answer him, but you could only moan in response, feeling how your pussy milked his member everytime it came out and came back inside. This time he doesn’t care that you don’t answer, too satisfied with the way your face looked, quiet cries slipping out of your lips, throwing your head back when he fucked you deeper.

Your walls started to tighten around his dick more and more, he was about to go crazy, thrusting a little sloppily already.

“Does it feel good?” He asks with a low voice just to feel the way your pussy clenched around him, he knew how much you liked the dirty way he talked to you.

“I-it feels too good.” You said, closing your eyes overwhelmed by how full you feel. A wave of pleasure washing over you, pressing your forehead against his shoulders, you knew you were close. Other nights you hold back as much as possible, enjoying the pressure between your legs, wanting to keep him inside you forever. Tonight you weren’t in the mood for waiting.

The sound of your moans invidaded him as he kept buring himself inside you, he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he was feeling how close he was to finish.

“Yoon.. I-I’m too… too close” You let him know in a sigh.

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He said, still hiding in your neck, you nodded as if he could see you, his cock throbbing inside you in anticipation. He looked at you, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone.

You came moaning his name uncontrollably as he kept thrusting inside you, helping you ride your climax. He followed shortly after as if he was holding on until you do it first.

When you finished he brought a wet towel from the bathroom and helped cleaning you, grabbing your panties and putting them on for you. He climbed the bed and pecked your lips, he saw your messed up makeup and tried to wipe it with his thumb, failing miserably.

“I'm really happy that you finished your exams.” He confessed “You worked really hard, I’m proud of you.” You smiled brightly, it was no surprise for him that you had a praise kink.

“Thank you, bubba.” Yoongi tried really hard not to roll his eyes.

“And I missed you too.” He finally said.

“I knew it.” You just replied laughing.

No, you don’t know shit, Yoongi thought. You didn’t know how many times the image of your fucked up face when you were about to cum showed up in his head since you did. You didn’t know how bad it messed him up the look you gave him when you asked to be fucked again later that night. You didn’t know how much he missed you in those two weeks.

But, on contrary belief, you knew a thing or two. You weren’t stupid, you remembered that one night when Yoongi confessed you that his heart was broken two years ago, he never used those words though, but you didn’t have to be a shrink to notice that Yoongi was afraid to get hurt again. He was so cliché, even when he tried so hard not to.

Yoongi was, in fact, kind of dumb for thinking that you could ever hurt him, but at some point in the last two years he learnt that he had to build a wall every time he met a girl. The problem was when he met you and he realized that he liked you more than any other girl he had met. The problem was when he let you meet his brother one day and his brother told his mom, and his mom called him demanding to meet his new girlfriend. The problem was that he got used to seeing you in his studio couch and on his bed wearing his tshirt only. The problem showed up when he realized it was hell every morning when you had to leave early to catch a class and he begged you to stay, you never skipped them, but he didn't mind trying over and over again.

The problem was in that moment when he was about to fall asleep, arms wrapped around your naked body, trying so hard not to give up but in the end he does, he’s in love with you.

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chaoticpuff17 · 9 months

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Amygdala

Masterlist

chapter 12

Yoongi awoke to a sharp elbow jabbed harshly into the flesh of his stomach.

With a groan he turned over, releasing Margot from his grip and allowing her to scramble away from him. It was only when he heard the thump against the floor followed by a sharp yelp that Yoongi fully opened his eyes.

A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand told him it was only four in the morning, too early to be dealing with any antics.

“Jagi,” he groaned, rolling over to look at Margot who was half tangled in the blankets still and sprawled rather uncomfortably on the floor of his bedroom. “It’s too early for this.”

“Fuck you.” She groaned in turn, not making any move to get up off the floor, still a little winded from her unexpected tumble off the bed.

With a tired sigh, Yoongi pushed himself up off the bed. “Are you coming back to bed or are you staying on the floor?” he asked, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“I think I’ll stay on the floor!” she declared breezily. “It’s quite comfortable down here.”

Yoongi hummed, throwing his feet over the side of the bed, standing so that he could lean down and scoop her up blankets and all.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she shrieked, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability as he began to walk them out of the room.

“Going to make some tea.” he grumbled, walking them to the kitchen and setting her down on a seat next to the island.

“Tea?”

“To help you sleep.”

She scoffed, pulling the blanket around herself like a cocoon. “I would sleep much better at home in my own bed.”

He only hummed in response, puttering around his kitchen as he began to prepare a cup of tea for her.

“When can I go home?” she asked, voice small as she pulled the edges of the blanket even tighter around her.

Yoongi paused, frozen for a moment as the question hit him. “This is home, jagi.” He answered as he resumed the motions of making tea.

“This is your home. When can I go back to my home?”

He sighed, placing a mug down on the counter. “You tried to leave me, jagiya. You can’t go home anymore.”

“So you’re going to keep me prisoner?”

“You’re not a prisoner, jagiya.” he refuted, pouring hot water into the mug and letting the tea leaves steep. “You can come and go as you please so long as you have someone with you.”

“So I can leave only if you’re with me. How is that not being a prisoner?” she asked, staring down at her toes, curled around the bar between the chair legs.

“It doesn’t have to be me. Your security team can go with you.”

“So guards? Like a prisoner?”

With another heavy sigh, Yoongi made his way over to her, slipping his hand along the curve of her jaw and tipping her head up so that she was looking at him as his hand settled with his thumb under her chin keeping her head tipped up.

“I want you to be happy here, Mari-ah.” he rumbled, drinking in her features and taking note of how exhausted she looked.

He was sure they both looked exhausted. It had been a long night for both of them with not nearly enough rest.

“You’re not a prisoner. My home is your home, but I cannot…” He paused, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes as he tried to reign in his emotions. He was still reeling from the panic of nearly losing her. “I cannot lose you. Not again.”

“You can’t lose what you never had, Yoongi.” she sighed, pushing his hand away as he looked at her almost wounded. “And I don’t want to be with you.”

“I know you’re not happy to be here.” he conceded. “This isn’t how I wanted this to happen either, but we’re here now. The only thing we can do is move forward.”

“I want to go home.”

“That’s just not possible.”

Yoongi moved away, partially to finish preparing her tea and partially to escape the way she was looking at him, eyes dark and pleading, begging him to give in and let her have her way. In any other matter he probably would have, but not in this.

“What about my job? My life?”

“You don’t need to work. I can take care of you.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “With your criminal enterprises?”

“I don’t want to argue with you, Mari.” he walked over, steaming cup of tea in hand.

“It’s not drugged is it?” she asked, eyeing it suspiciously as she took it, giving the cup a tentative sniff.

“No, but it will help you sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep.”

Yoongi regarded her carefully, taking in the way she was curled in on herself, the dark smudges under her eyes, the faint tremble in her fingers as she held the mug close to her chest.

She needed to sleep, but he doubted she was going to allow herself to relax enough to go back to bed, not anytime soon at least which was going to make this an even longer night for the both of them. Dawn hadn’t even begun to break over the horizon yet.

“How is this going to work?” she asked, voice small but still drawing Yoongi’s attention to her like a magnet.

“How is what going to work, jagi?”

“This.” she gestured vaguely around her. “What are the parameters? How do you expect this to go? People are going to notice I’m missing.”

“You’re not missing.” he shrugged, brushing off that concern right off the bat with a nonchalance that bothered her. “I’m not holding you prisoner. This is your home as much as it is mine. I’m not going to stop you from going out. I’m not going to take away your access to the world.”

“I just can’t leave you.” she finished for him, staring at her mug with a furrow between her brows.

“You can’t leave me.” he confirmed. “Hey.” he called out to her softly, tipping her chin up to face him again. “It’s not so bad. We can be happy together. Just like old times.”

“That was six years ago, Yoongi. We’re very different people now.”

“Not so different.” he disagreed. “But you’re right. We do need to set some rules.” She tensed, her shoulders pulling back as though she was bracing for a blow. “I don’t want to restrict you, jagiya, but I need to know that you’re safe, that you’re here.”

“That I haven’t run away from you.” she added bitterly.

“That too.” he conceded, not even trying to hide the fact that he had an almost unhealthy need to have her next to him. “You can go where you like. You can see where you like, but I need to know where you are at all times.”

“I’m not a child, Yoongi.”

“No, but you are a woman with a history of trying to slip away from me.” he pointed out, leveling her with a blank stare that dared her to argue that point with him. “If you go out, I need to know where you are. I need to know you’re safe, and that means that either I or your security team needs to be with you.”

“How many people are on my security team?”

“At the moment?” he asked, and she nodded. “Six. Two with you at all times, and they rotate in shifts.”

“That’s a lot of people just to keep an eye on me.”

“You’re the most important thing in my life, Margot.” he stated, his voice calm but completely serious as he spoke. “I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

“Yeong is part of my team.” she ventured to guess as she turned her eyes back to the mug gripped between her hands. “And the guy from earlier.”

“Yes.” he nodded. “They can take you anywhere you need to go.”

“Do they report to you if I go out?”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment before answering. “They do.”

“So you get to know where I am at all times whether I want you to or not.” she pointed out, taking a sip from her tea. It was warm and earthy in flavor, some sort of herbal mix meant to help her relax and drift back off to sleep.

“I love you, Margot, but I won’t risk leaving you again.”

Her head shot up at that. “You don’t love me.” she shook her head, eyes troubled and a deep frown etched onto her features. “You don’t even know me anymore.”

Yoongi smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. It was a bittersweet expression filled with a pain she didn’t want to put a name to.

“I would love you even if I hadn’t seen you in fifty years.” he told her, hands coming to rest on the island, arms caging her in. “Letting you go six years ago was the biggest mistake of my life. I have regretted not telling you how I felt every day since you left.” She stared at him with wide eyes as he spoke, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Is it so terrible that I want you with me, jagiya?” she didn’t answer. “Losing you again would break me.” he admitted, voice low and raspy as he spoke. “I know this isn’t ideal. I know what I do scares you.”

One of his hands shot out, plucking the mug from her grip just as her hold had begun to loosen. Yoongi set the mug aside, before lifting his hand to brush some loose hair away from her face, gazing at her with an expression that settled somewhere between loving and manic. The glint in his eye sending a shiver down her spine.

“I can protect you, jagiya. I can keep you safe, and everything will be as it should be. You never need to be a part of what I do. I just need you with me.”

“You’re crazy.” she whispered, staring at him with fresh horror.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, shooting her a crooked grin, that disturbing glint still in his eye. “But I know what I want, and that’s you, jagiya. It’s always been you.”

His grin faded as he continued to look at her, his eyes scanning her features and his look becoming serious.

“Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve built is nothing without you.”

“You’ve completely lost your mind.” her voice was low and hushed as she spoke, her gaze less frightened and more pitying now as she examined the man before her.

Yoongi leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the closeness, relishing the fact that she was allowing him so close.

“I love you.” he whispered, the words loud in the silence of the room.

“If you love me, let me go.” she whispered in return, her own eyes drifting shut in the intimacy of the moment.

A sardonic chuckle left him as he pulled back, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek.

“I can’t do that, baby. You know that.” her eyes opened, watching him as his thumb drifted softly across her cheekbone. “I can let you have your freedom, but I can’t let you go. At the end of the day, I need you with me.”

“It’s not freedom if I can’t leave you, Yoongi. It’s not my choice.”

He stared at her for a moment, head tilted to the side as he considered her words. “I know, but it’s the best I can offer you.”

She pulled back, staring at him contemplatively as he had her. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Margot turned, grabbing her mug from the island before hopping down from her chair, pushing past Yoongi with the blanket trailing behind her as she left the kitchen, breaking the moment.

“Where are you going?” he asked, trailing after her.

“I don’t know.” she shrugged, sipping her tea. “But I’m not going back to bed.”

“It’s four in the morning, jagiya.” he grumbled even though he continued to follow her as she moved out into the living space and plopped herself down on his couch.

“Then go back to bed.” She said, looking at him as though this was the obvious answer. He didn’t move. “I’m too tired to deal with anymore of your bullshit tonight.” she groaned, leaning her head against the back of the sofa.

“Then come to bed.” he shot back, waiting for her to move.

“I want my own room.” she declared, and Yoongi shot her a vicious grin before shooting her down.

“Not happening, my love.”

“Why not?” she demanded, lifting her head to look at him.

“I don’t want you so far from me.”

She groaned, letting her head drop again. “You’re exhausting.”

“Then come to bed.” he offered again.

“Do I get my own room?” she asked, her head tilted to the side.

“No.”

“Then no thank you.”

“It’s late.” he said, trying to prompt her into returning to their room and the comfort of their bed, but she didn’t so much as acknowledge he’d spoken at all.

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi plopped himself down beside her on the couch, throwing his arms across the back of the couch as he did. “You are an incredibly frustrating woman.”

She chuckled a little, sipping her tea. “You kidnapped me. You get to deal with it.”

part 13

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missywritesfor7 · 4 months

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | Masterlist❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Status: Ongoing

Word count: TBD

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

Ch 1: Love

Ch 2: Taboo

Ch 3: Stunt

Ch 4: Who?

Ch 5: Drink

Ch 6: Drank

Ch 7: Drunk

Ch 8: Caught in a Lie

Ch 9: Gone

Ch 10: Love & Hate

Ch 11: Out of Sight

Ch 12: Guilty

Ch 13: Weight

Ch 14: Progress

Ch 15: Management

Ch 16: Break

Ch 17: Emotions

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 10 months

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Homecoming

Yoongi x fem!Reader

A/n: Tried writing something for the first time based on this prompt. Let me know your opinions.

Warnings: Angst, non-idol au, first love, second chance trope, fluffy ending, mentions of sex, no smut

Word count: 1.5k

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The cold winter air cuts through my thoughts like a newly sharpened knife and it takes everything in me to not turn back and run to... where do I run back? I just walked away from the only home I've ever known, only to realise it was all in my head.

I walk along the brightly lit festival-ready Manhattan streets. Fairy lights turn into hazy lines across my eyes as I feel the sting from the tears forming at the back of my eyes. I will not cry, not about this... not about him. Funny how life comes full circle, almost an entire decade ago I walked back from school refusing to shed a tear about the boy who shredded my heart into a million pieces and here I am, all the way across the world and a decade's worth of pain to my name, still walking back to an empty house with tears threatening to fall... all because of him, again.

Exhaling a deep breath, as if to tell myself I have breathed out the pain, I walk with more speed. Fumbling with the keys at the door to the house I refuse to call home. My legs give out the second the door locks behind me as I drop to the floor by the foyer, head on my knees, too many thoughts and emotions floating around.

After what feels like a lifetime of staying in that state I hear the door's locks turn around, and my head drops even further into my knees as I already know who is on the other side. I stay there, crouched down with my head bent, clenching my fists, as I hear the soft thuds of his footsteps. I stay still as I feel him crouch down next to me, knees lightly brushing each other.

"Just please talk to me...please" I hear his voice cracking and once again it feels like I'm being punished for giving my heart to him.

"What do you want me to say" It comes out more bitter than my heart intended and I can feel him flinch at my tone. Do not look at him, it will make things worse. "I don't know what I did wrong... I am trying to understand but I don't know and now-" he exhales a shaky breath, out of the corner of my eyes I see him rub his palms on his knees. "Now I feel like I'm losing you." My heart gives out for a second and I look up to see his tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, his long black hair falling on his face, he looks wan and sweating in the middle of December.

"You're not losing me, I was never yours to be lost." My voice sounds alien to me as the words come out. The look on his face, as he takes my words in, feels like a dozen swords were stabbed right through me repeatedly. He looks distraught, scared and everything I am sure is mirrored in my own face.

"What do you mean by that, of course, you are mine. You are the only thing that's ever been mine" He pleads, tears rolling down his eyes as he reaches to hold my hands.

I move slightly away, "Please... You couldn't even tell our friends we are together. But then what are we really? We met two years back after all those years, started 'afresh' and ended up best friends who accidentally slept together once... that's all right. It was purely physical... at least admit that dammit!" I know I am being brutal, but I cannot be the one falling alone anymore. He is at a loss for words and I continue with a bitter laugh, "I've been asking for your acknowledgement since we were sixteen. Last time you let me go so fast... for what? because you wanted to look 'cool'. You came back and said you wanted to be friends... that night, you made out with me and told me we'd be fine no matter what. You promised not to hurt me again... but you never told me what we are. And then we slept together and you disappeared on me for two whole weeks... do you have any idea how fucked up that is. I don't think you even thought about it. You always escape when this arrangement became slightly complicated for you because I acknowledged my feelings and you couldn't deal with that. Actually, I was so sure you'll go running away the first chance you get... I kept myself in check this whole time just to not scare you away, but when it came out in a moment of passion you left me... without a single fucking word- only to return two weeks later for the school reunion. You were so fucking busy you couldn't even call me but today I find out you helped plan a part of that shindig... the cherry on the cake was when you pretended as if we haven't practically been living together for a whole year and you just screwed me and ran away... but of course, other people always mattered more to you right- back at highschool and now...."

By now the traitorous tears are streaming so fast down my cheeks, burning my face up. I don't even have the energy to reach and wipe them away. He puts his head down in defeat, and I see more tears fall down his cheeks too. He slowly wipes them away

"I know I messed up... I'm sorry" he sounds so little I almost miss it. I cannot get in myself to accept the apology but I hold myself back because I'm done explaining myself, it is high time he does it. Taking my silence as approval, he continues "You are right you know... about me being a coward who can't accept what this is." He lets a bitter deep chuckle, his face reeking hatred for himself.

"This is so messed up because I finally found the answer..." He looks at me eyes full of hope, a bitter smile still spread along his lips and my stomach flips on itself at the first ray of hope. I need to remind myself that the answer could be the end of us too. I just gulp down the bile rising to my mouth and look at him, this time he reaches to hold my hands in his and I let him- too tired for this fight.

"I ran away the other night, I got scared... scared that I messed up the only thing that was going right in my life. I wanted to do everything right this time around. You have no clue how much I hated myself for letting you go the last time around, high school was messed up." I let out a sarcastic chuckle, my heart still beating in my ears and my stomach tumbling with anxiety. He holds my fingers delicately as if it will break if he holds on tighter.

"I actually went home the next day-" my eyebrows shoot up at the new information, "- I was there last week, to talk to my parents. That night when we... after you went to sleep, I got a call from my mom saying she wants me to get settled- in a typical arranged marriage, she was being serious enough that she had already set up a blind date with someone she knew. I freaked out... and went to have a talk with my parents."

"That still doesn't explain the radio silence I received..." I am ashamed at how little my own voice sounds, there's so much new information spinning in my head and the anxiety keeps getting worse by the minute. "Yeah that was stupid on my part, I was very confused. I left and got on the first plane home, all through the plane I wasn't even sure what I was going home to do. I spent the entire 14-hour flight trying to understand everything and it clicked only as I reached home... I don't want anyone else but you. I realised I went there in that hurry only to convince my parents about you.."

He finally releases a breath after saying all that in go, my head is still spinning but I look at him with wide eyes, more tears threatening to fall down- this time with a glimmer of happiness. I was still unsure of how this will end and I hear myself say, "Andd..?"

He holds my hands tighter, clearing his throat before continuing, "And they eventually agreed. After 3 very hard and long sleepless days. I did not want to text you until I knew what I was doing for sure. When I did try to text you the day I was leaving to come back home... you had apparently blocked me.." It's my turn to look guilty, as my stomach does happy flips and I feel my heartbeat everywhere.

"I don't really blame you, from your point of view it made sense. When I couldn't reach you even after coming back, I helped plan the reunion in hopes you will be there. I hope that I can talk to you... make you mine officially..." At this point, I am sure my heart has given out, and it is getting harder to hide the smile creeping up my face, so I bite down hard on my lower lips. Involuntarily my fingers wrap around his, holding on for dear life.

"What are you trying to say... I'm tired of all this back and forth" I say, my nerves reaching new levels of high and hopes high up to the sky.

He moves close enough that there is only an inch between our faces and I try to protest but it gets lost in my nerves when he uses one of his hands to pull me on his waist and I see how sincere and scared his eyes look. I lower my face unable to manage all the emotions raising up my gut and he uses his other hand to make me face him again.

"I am sorry for being a dick, now and then. But this time... I am not letting you go. I waited 8 years in agony to meet you again, and another year having you so close to me yet out of reach. So... this is me saying I love you, with all my heart and soul. This is it for me... you're it. I love you and I'm never letting you go again."

By now my face is entirely wet and I'm sobbing loudly as he reaches to wipe my tears away with his thumbs. I just lay my head on his shoulder and cry for what feels like a good half an hour. He keeps patting my head and lets me cry. Eventually, I gather myself and wipe my tears and look at him, he smiles at me earnestly.

"Well... are you going to say it back or ?" He asks and although his lips are in a smirk I can see the fear behind his eyes. I smile myself and reach to hold his face in my hands before leaning in and closing the distance between us.

We've shared a couple of kisses before- some passionate, mostly hesitant; but this time it is reassuring. This is the kiss of love, of comfort and it is the kind of kiss that feels like home.

"You really are not gonna say the words anytime soon are you?" he asks in between the kisses. I look at him in thought for a minute before shaking my head in negative defiantly.

"You are going to have to work hard for it lover boy."

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ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 3

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. The story is a non idol BTS fanfic with Suga being the main character. As promised slowly we are going into the chapters where Yoongi will be taking the main lead. If you want to join the tag list let me know!

After you had your hot bath and a glass of wine that turned into a whole bottle, tiredness of the whole event took over making you pass out on the couch. The fact was you also couldn’t bring yourself to go into the bedroom and fall asleep next to Hobi. You had yet to make sense of everything, but already your gut was telling you that all this new information was going to be a sticky deal. You dreaded that what Jungkook said is fully true and you didn’t know if you could pretend and ignore the facts.

You loved your fiancé with all your heart but could you be ok with him being dirty? Maybe if he had told you, maybe if he would not hide the fact he was entangled with the mafia and gave you a sensible explanation to all of it. You just didn’t know, because one thing you really hated was dishonesty. You could handle a lot of bad shit people have done or were doing as long as you knew about it. Once someone hid the truth from you it was a different story. You always believed the ugliest of truths was better than the prettiest of lies and this was a fucking hill you were willing to die on.

You felt a slight tingle on your cheek. A nice and warm feeling coming after it. Shutting your eyes harder and scrunching your nose you let out a quiet mumble as you felt an ache spread over your muscles. Last nights events surely strained your back. The decision to sleep on the couch did not help that matter as well.

Suddenly you felt a delicate kiss on your neck and then another one. You slowly opened your eyes to see Hobi sitting on the edge and leaning over you. Once your eyes met he gave you his sunshine smile and smoothed your hair back gently saying quietly “Hey. You slept on the couch?” his face had a bit of concern written over it. “Morning…” you croaked, your throat being dry from all the wine you consumed “Yea… I came back really late from that whole medical emergency. I drank some wine and passed out. I also didn’t wanna wake you…”

He hummed slightly soothing your cheek with his hand and grabbing a mug from the small table in-front of you. “Cold brew” he said smiling and passing the cup to you. Lifting yourself on your elbows you gladly drank the coffee, caffeine being exactly what you needed. While downing the brown liquid of life, your brain went back to yesterdays information about your fiancé that has been brutally thrown at you.

Seeing you’ve spaced out, he looked at you asking “You ok Y/N?” you shook your head throwing the intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind. You weren’t ready to confront him. Not yet. Matter of fact you didn’t believe that laying it out just like that would be a smart move. You had to plan it out safely. You could not draw suspicions and give him the option to lie himself out of trouble if what you heard about him would turn out to be true.

“Yes I’m fine.” you said forcing a smile. You had to keep your cool. He was a detective. You could not let him sense out that something was wrong. “I’m still sleepy a bit. Didn’t fully wake up yet” you cooed sitting yourself up completely.

Hoseok looked at you as if he was analyzing what you were saying but then he smiled nodding his head. “Not woken up yet hm?” he moved a bit closer to you, taking the mug out of your hands and setting it aside. You blinked a little raising an eyebrow “I’ve got just the thing to wake you up…” he said with a deep voice, a smirk painting over his lips as he leaned in to kiss your neck.

“Shit…” you thought to yourself as you didn’t think threw what to do if a situation like this occurred. Should you pressure that you are tired and not in the mood? Or should you play along? You actually didn’t know for a fact if Hobi was 100% a dirty cop and you wouldn’t be sure of it for some time. You were stressed out and needed to shut off your panicked mind. Giving in seemed like a really good idea. So once you felt his lips on you did just that.

A suppressed moan rolled out off your mouth as he licked down the skin of your throat. You weren’t aware how much you needed to be touched and just let yourself be careless at this very moment. “Told you I would get your blood flowing.” he groaned grabbing your chin and kissing you hungrily. You leaned your head back opening your mouth allowing his tongue to enter. You could feel him smiling, clearly happy about how you reacted to him.

Soon you were both out of your clothes and catching your racing breaths. Your mind still battling with the fact that Hobi might not be who you thought he was. But as his skillful fingers reached your wet core you decided to forget about it all for now. You pushed him down on the soft cushions and climbed onto him.

“So needy…” he chimed but you put your hands on his toned chest, letting your nails gently scratch over his perfect skin “Yea… so you better fuck me good Hoba!” you let the words fall out from your lips. There was no need to ask him again as you lowered yourself onto his already very hard member, deep moans coming out from both of you.

Grabbing your hips he stared thrusting into you, meeting your needy movements. Your breaths got shaky and uneven. As you bounced yourself to the sound of your bodies connecting you slightly wrapped your hand around his neck. You didn’t know what got into you. You never let yourself get too pushy with Hoseok. He was never really the rough type.

A bit shocked by your action he lifted himself into a sitting position, grabbing your back to make sure you didn’t come off of him. He continued to push deep into you as you moved your hand to his nape, not wanting to let yourself get anymore wild ideas. A knot in the bottom of your belly started to form. You pushed your hips back and forth hard into him seeking your release.

Loud groans and breaths slipping out from your mouthes. This time around all you wanted was to feel the pleasure to crash all over you. It was the only thing that mattered. You didn’t care to get intimate or sensual. You just wanted your mind blown so you could forget everything from that night, at least for a while.

So you kept the tempo, fucking your fiancé hard and fast until you both felt your bodies shaking from the short but strong release. You leaned your forehead on his chest catching your breath and not yet lifting off of him. You could feel him getting soft inside of you. He pushed your hair back from your sweaty face, saying with a slightly amused tone “well someone was in a rush today”.

Finally getting up you smiled with the corner of your lips “I guess I couldn’t wait since we didn’t get to have our fun for a while now…” you lied a bit. Truth be told you just wanted your needs fulfilled as soon as possible, so you didn’t have to be close to him for too long. You knew you were being a bit of a hypocrite, for not being honest with him. But he was the one who decided to hide things from you, so you felt you were allowed to bend the standards a bit.

Your gut was telling you that you couldn’t really trust him, that he was not being open and those facts taunted you. That is why you decided to start weaving a web of lies to shelter yourself. You could feel your morals screaming in your skull. This wasn’t like you. But you were angry, confused and fucking scared. Petrified that you were about to have your life blown up into flames and crumbled. You really had a lot to think threw. The realization that you probably will be facing some extremely hard decisions made anxiety slap you in the face.

* * * * * * * * *

The next days at work passed surprisingly well. You and Jungkook had an unspoken agreement not to bring up what happened. At least for now. Both of you didn’t direct any of the conversations towards that nights events. Luckily you were also pretty busy at the hospital.

You decided to take up extra shifts to the maximum and cover for some of your colleges. This meant you wouldn’t see Hoseok much those days. You knew you were procrastinating, but you needed to set your mind straight before making any meaningful moves and this seemed like the perfect way to do it.

Taking more on calls also meant you would get a couple days off after. You felt those would do you well and that you would then start your questioning of Hobi. Also you thought it would be good to simply go shopping and try to do the down-to earth little things to clear your racing mind and ready yourself for the tasks ahead.

You and Kook also coordinated work with the charities in such a way that you got to have the next week away from them. After all that unraveled, both of you had to fix up and manage some things in your private lives. You suspected Jungkook very much like yourself tried to ignore and push away everything that went down in that forsaken hangar. You could see he was trying hard to maintain your friendship and fix the trust he has thoughtlessly broken. But for the time being you felt other than hospital work, you needed a break from him.

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As the final day of work before your days off passed, you could feel the anxiousness crawl up you skin. You were happy to take time for yourself but it also meant that you should start your head hunt for the truth about your fiancé. To say you were dreading that moment was an understatement. Your mind was already slowly making assessment and plans in case the accusations towards Hoseok were correct. All this shit daunted you.

Even tho you were a bit scared of the confrontation you gladly made your way back home after a long and hard day at work. Once you jumped out of the buss a couple of blocks away from your apartment, a strange feeling washed over you. Shaking it off, you turned around to check your surroundings. Nothing seemed suspicious so you shrugged, thinking it must be the anxiety toying with your tired brain.

As you were about to pass next to the alley of your apartments building, a tall figure walked out in front of you and blocked your way. Your heart dropped as you heard “Good evening doc…”. Namjoon was standing right there and looking down at you with his annoying smirk, that seemed constantly plastered to his face. If you wouldn’t know any better you would’ve surely slapped him, because of how he made your blood boil.

You could hear steps behind you as well. You turned your face to the side, so you could make out with the corner of your eye who it was. You recognized the shorter guy but the other one you did not recall seeing ever before. He was tall like Joon and had a look about him as if he has just stepped out of a GQ magazine.

“Oh wow not only is she talented but also pretty ey?” he spoke in a low, velvety voice. “Knock it off Tae, we are here to take her to the boss, not to romance her!” the low voiced brunette shook his head in disappointment and said “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t wanna find out what those capable hands could do. You know that surgeons have the steadiest of hands? Only imagine…”

You couldn’t take it anymore so you snapped “We also know how to use sharp scalpels!” the man laughed a little and winked at you clearly amused. You tried to walk off saying “And I am surely not going anywhere with your lot, so be so kind and fuck off! You have Jungook!”

You were only able to make a step before Namjoon skillfully grabbed your elbow and painfully yanked it, causing you to hiss. “I wasn’t asking doc, so now you’re gonna shut your pretty little mouth and get in the car!” he whispered angrily in your ear and stared at you warningly. You were sure if you tried something, maybe you would get away but the later consequences could be not worth it.

You ripped your arm from his grip and gave him a side eye while gritting your teeth. Now aware that you better cooperate, altho that didn’t stop the rage from bubbling in you. The fuck was their whole deal? Why did they have to bother you instead of your college. Taehyung opened the back door of the black SUV and moved his hand towards the seats in a welcoming way. If the circumstances were different you’d almost feel like some movie star. But the fact was, you knew you were about to get into deep shit.

Sighing you jumped into the car. “Jimin get in the back with her just in case she tries something” Joon said to the shortest male, who kept quiet until now. He sat next to you, his eyes scanned over you as he said quietly “Soon it will all be behind you. Just don’t make it more difficult than it needs to be…” his voice had a specific ring to it. You just gave him an angry eye roll, barely controlling yourself from telling them to eat shit and die.

Closing your eyes you waited for the drive to be over. You did your best to ignore the men who seemed to not be able to shut their mouths for even a minute. You just wanted it to be done. Go do whatever they wanted you to do and leave. Slowly your mind was starting to wonder towards considering moving back to your home country, especially if Hoseok was to turn out a liar.

Suddenly you heard the doors open and then slam. You jerked up in your seat, the loud sound startling you. Then your door got opened and you saw Tae with a big grin as he said “Let’s go!”. You dragged yourself out of the vehicle and took your medical bag. They were lucky to grab you right after work. Who knows maybe they were smarter than they looked and specifically chose that moment knowing you should have such things on you then.

You followed them inside the hangar. You could feel your back slouching a bit as if to block you from all the panic that was starting to rise from within. Walking into one of the big rooms with creepy walls made of small windows you felt your heart start to beat faster and then you saw him. He was sitting on a wonky looking stool, staring at the screen of his phone.

Once he heard footsteps, he rose his head and looked your way. You weren’t able to see his eyes during your last encounter but now they were piercing threw you in all their glory. They were almost pitch black and dark like his hair. Their gaze seemed cold but also had something extremely calm in it. You could feel a shiver run threw your whole body. He surely had an intimidating vibe about him.

“I wanted to file a complaint…” he said slowly in a raspy voice, while grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up. You raised your eyebrows giving him a dumbfounded look and letting a “Huh?” fall out of your lips. He stared down at his abdomen and then you saw it, the blood trickling threw his white T, that he styled under a Hawaiian looking shirt.

You straightened yourself and cleared your throat, showing you were starting to get ticked off “Well you are sitting here smoking instead of resting and let me take a wild guess, you sure had quite the activities in between?” you seethed threw your teeth. He took a deep puff of his cigarette letting the smoke blow out his nostrils and had an amused little smile come over his lips. “Can’t recall my doctor left any ‘doctors orders’” he hummed.

You could see he was a piece of work so, you mumbled a “Well I am not your doctor. You’re lucky you got to live in the end. You weren’t looking so hot on that table.” he jerked an eyebrow putting out the cigarette and saying “well we are gonna change the you not being my doctor part” after you heard those words, you let a loud, hysterical laugh out and dropped your bag, while clapping your hands and saying “how about FUCKING NEVER IN HELL!”. You were not about to get intimidated by some thugs, your anger went way over the roof at this point.

He sighed getting up and that was when you realized, everybody else had left the room. He walked up to you slowly like you were some sort of prey. You refused to look like a helpless deer in headlights, so you rose your head higher and masked your face with fake confidence. He was taller than you. When he got close, you realized he was a really good looking man. His body was slim and toned. His raven black hair was thick and wavy.

“I don’t recall I was asking…” he said in a very calm tone, that made you even more annoyed, so you shot the next sentence without thinking “Well I don’t care and if you kill me for refusing, you will have police looking at your hands. I don’t think you want that kind of attention…” once you heard what you spat out, you cursed at yourself in your mind.

He let out a deep laugh and shook his head saying “Oh I am well aware who’s girl your are Y/N. You think just because Jung Hoseok is fucking you, it will change the fact how well acquainted I am with the police?” you started, nervously blinking and thinking of what to say next but he cut you off “If I chose to break your pretty little neck, the police would not give one fuck, it would be just another sad accident.” he took a lose strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear saying “That would be a waste wouldn’t it? And as much as I respect you trying not to get shaken down by a mobster, the reality is your shit outta luck and I don’t think I need to threaten your life to make you understand that?”

You could feel sweat starting to form on your forehead. The way he spoke of these things had you thinking he can make your life difficult. But you decided to try and lay out facts “Well I work in the hospital for your information and not like I would be at your every whim!” he laughed again and said very slowly “You really think that if I can handle the police like a bunch of dogs, a hospital would be a challenge? You really believe that director of yours isn’t mainly money driven?”

He looked at you with an amused gaze and shook his head lightly “But don’t worry your pretty head Y/N. I rarely get hurt and so do my men… and when we do it tends to be at nights and you wont convince me, you mainly work night shifts.” You gave him a glare, the fact he knew your name and other things about you, was bugging you beyond belief. He must have squeezed info out of your friend.

Seeing your irritation he sighed and walked behind you, just to lean over your shoulder and whisper in your ear “Don’t worry I won’t take up your precious time if it won’t be an emergency. Unless you will want me to…” You scoffed taking a step away from him and muttering “Yea for sure!” irony dripped from your voice but he did not seem bothered, if anything he was looking at you confidently as he said “Time will show won’t it? But for now…” he moved his head, showing down to his abdomen and saying calmly “I’d appreciate you handle the work you have already started”.

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citrustan · 8 months

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celebrity skin (myg) {fic announcement}

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff, light smut, up and coming popstar!reader x seasoned idol/rapper!suga

summary: a budding pop star and a dynamic heartthrob idol rapper find themselves at the centre of a sensational speculation that could change the course of their professional lives; the infamous dating rumour.

word count: tba

warnings: portrayal of unhealthy parasocial relationships, bullying and misogyny.

note: i came across one of my older posts and thought it’d be a good idea to write this. this will be a short one-shot followed by random drabbles.

#yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #suga x reader #suga fic #yoongi fic #suga x oc #agust d fic #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fanfic #suga angst #suga smut #fic: celebrity skin

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actualsaii · 8 months

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Chronicles of the Golden Moon: Your Eyes Tell

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: alternative universe, fantasy, urban fantasy, shifters, werewolves, witches, vampires, magic, basically a made-up fantasy world au

Once upon a time, there was a capital called Emerald City, full of vampires and witches. Once upon a time, there was a place called Moon Village, a safe haven for wolf shifters. Those two worlds never clashed. Not until the vampire King decided he had enough - and declared war of species.

Read the story HERE

#min yoongi #suga #bts #bts fanfic #btbts fanfiction #bts ao3 #yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #suga x reader #suga x oc #ot7

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blushedarmybunny · 2 years

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Let’s not fight, baby: part 2 “The Reunion” | Min Yoongi

☽ Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem reader

☽ Summary: Marriage is hard when one partner is on the top of the world, every option available to them, surpassing the other's limits can be the starting point for everything to break down.

☽ Word count: 2.1k

☽ Genre: angst.

☽ Read part one

“Are you ok, hyung?” said Jimin putting his hand on Yoongi’s back, he was sobbing, emotions that he has been bottling up had finally a way out and could not be retain, Yoongi’s façade is over.

Yoongi put his hands on his face to cover his tearful eyes and choke his sobs, he shook his head unable to speak.

“What is happening, tell us, please” Namjoon now spoke, he passed Yoongi a glass of water but he rejected it.

“I never saw you like this, hyung!” Jungkook said with a worried tone.

“You are trending topic on Twitter, kid” the manager added “People are making all kinds of stories, they wanna know what happened, they are as worried as we are”

“They are overreacting” Yoongi said stopping his sobs and wiping his eyes.

“They are not, you are not like this” said Namjoon emphasizing the last part.

“You want to know what happened to me? It’s yn, she is not talking to me at all but I need her, I need her so badly that it’s breaking me down, my wife is the most important person to me and i… hate this uncertainty, but this is my fucking fault!” Yoongi managed to say, putting himself in the spot, he was never vulnerable, everybody was testing the waters.

“What did you do to make her not wanting to talk to you?” asked Jimin, yn and him were close friends, she did like him the most out the other six members, they like to talk and hang out with Yoongi like a friend group, when she stopped texting him Jimin knew something was happening but he was so busy with tour that he let it pass.

“I have an idea” said Namjoon shading Jungkook with his gaze, the youngest member looked to the ground knowing exactly what he meant by that “Maybe you did not behave like a married man”

“I was a total asshole, I admit it” Yoongi said resigned “What I was thinking? She did tell me she did not like my behavior and I keep fucking it up, I’m dumb and hate me right now”

“Wait wait, I thought that when we hanged out, yn knew and was fine with it, now I feel like I created this” Jungkook said with a guilty expression, he was the youngest so he was still enjoying his youth like the single man he is, he extended the invitation with the other single members, also the ones that seemed to need some relax time, that’s why he started to invite Yoongi, he had no idea that he actually created a problem in his friend’s marriage.

“That was not appropriate, she has the right to be mad, hyung” Namjoon added, he was actually only a year married, but he had no doubt in his mind that he left his single man lifestyle in the past, he did not regret it at all, so when his hyung does things like that made Namjoon upset at his behavior, why getting married if you could not handle it?

“Look there is a short break before we go to concerts in south asia, you could resolve this in that period, kid” the manager said to Yoongi “the fans are going to notice if you said the situation is fixed, when it’s not, do what you have to do and let’s finish this tour on a good note”

Yoongi looked at his manager with surprise, he completely forgot about the short break, if he and yn were not in this situation, she surely would come and they would pass the days together, now it’s a different story, but he has the chance to make things right and he will not waste it.

“I forgot about that, you are right, I will resolve this matter with my wife and stop my misery already”

The manager said goodbye and got out of the hotel room, the boys stayed to keep him company and give him support, Jimin did not stayed, he wanted to ask yn about this.

When Jimin was finally in his room he facetimed yn right away.

She surprisingly accepted the call, in the other side of the screen there she was, beautiful as always, something still missing in her eyes.

“Hello, cutie” said Jimin to her, his voice a little down, she caught it right away.

“ Hi chimmy, so weird you calling me out of nowhere” she said smiling regardless

“Have you been on the internet the pass few hours?” Jimin asked, it was clear that she was clueless of her husband vlive situation.

“Actually no, my phone died and really did not feel like browsing on the web because I would know about…” she stopped herself before she mentioned Yoongi “Well it doesn’t matter, I’m not particularly on my phone these days”

“Well let’s say everybody knows Yoongi is very upset, he said it himself after all” Yn arched an eyebrow.

“Yoongi? Our Yoongi? Talking about his problems? Admitting he is upset? C’mon!” yn exclaimed a little nervous, What did he said? What Jimin meant by ‘everybody’?

“Yn, he broke down on a vlive an hour ago, he did not tell the fans, but he admitted to us what happened” Jimin dropped the news and yn was not prepared for that, she out a little surprised squeak.

“You are lying, no way” she could not believe what she’s being told.

“Hyung is very sad and regretful, yn, we never saw him like that” Jimin said with an honest look.

“Well then you must know the reason why”

“He hasn’t been good to you, your anger is justified” he said now looking at her “I’m actually on the opinion that this was necessary to him, a wake-up call if you will, he hurt himself and now he is realizing that, good, he has to do a lot of growing and learn from his mistakes”

“Gosh, I cannot believe this, our business is out, and he cause this too, I did well on not checking my phone, the hate in on their way”

“There’s nothing shameful in an imperfect relationship, yn, if I know something about my hyung is that he loves you so much” Jimin said adding: “I’m sorry for the hate, I guess it cannot be helped, right? But please don’t give up on him, ok? I mean it when I said I never saw him like that”

“ok, I understand, to be honest I miss him a lot, but he was so mean and immature, you know? It was me that needed this time apart to figure it out”

“I’m glad you took time, and it was nice talking to you, we have to go on vacation together once the tour is over, ok?”

“Ok, nice to talk to you too, bye” you said to Jimin, he said goodbye and both ended the call, the feeling on this was bittersweet, on one side you were worried about your husband and on the other were you prepared to contact him again? To see him?

You did not know the answer.

………………………………………………………………………………………..

Yoongi packed all his stuff as fast as he could, he was the most disorganized of them 7, but now he cleared his hotel room in minutes, he almost run to the hotel exit and to the taxi, he was so impatient, so desperate to the reunion with his wife.

Her voice, her body, her lips, the thought of it left him so intoxicated, he could only hope to fix this mess by all means possible, so he can finally show her with his body how much he missed her.

On the plane, he could not do nothing more than to write, melodies coming out of his head left and right, yn was inspiring so many ranges of emotions that he almost had not sleep trying to put everything together in a piece of paper.

When he finally arrived, he figured that he needed a good shower to be presentable to her, he booked a hotel room, and went there to put time on his appearance, she liked when he wore black so that was what he dressed, he put her favorite perfume, he styled his hair, dress himself up.

It was late, but he could not wait another night apart from her.

So when he entered the house Holly went straight to him, he greeted the dog smiling.

“Where is your mommy, Holly?” he asked the little dog that was swinging her tail with enthusiasm.

“Hey” a feminine voice called him from the other side of the room “You are here” it was no other than yn, Yoongi felt so much excitement that he almost lost it right there.

“My love I..I… you look so good, honey” he could only managed to say, he wasn’t lying, she was dressed in a simple outfit but her hair looked amazing, her beauty was on point, he only wanted to kiss her all over.

“Thank you… I thought that we needed time” she said to him grabbing her right arm with her left hand, a little uncomfortable.

“Yeah, well…that did not work for me so well” he admitted getting closer.

“I saw the moment you had on that live” you said to him biting your lip.

“I was upset, I was sad and I was tired…” he got in front of her resisting the urge to wrap her with his arms, “…and I was a coward” he ended the sentence.

“huh?” you manage to say with a surprised tone.

“I knew exactly what I wanted, but I was too coward to come forward and apologize to you, my love” he was showing you how he felt, he did not do that so often, but from now on, it would not be that way.

“You came all way here to apologize?” yn was…touched, she did not expect that from him, she blame herself for not putting a little more faith on her husband, there is no way he come first to me, he is too stubborn, she thought. Yoongi, thanks heaven, proof her wrong, she wanted to jump to his arms but she stopped herself for just a little more, until he said the magic words, that and then they would make love all night.

“Yes, yes I did” he suddenly grabbed her face with a delicate caring touch “I was immature, disrespecting our marriage like that was shameful, acting like I am single when I should be home in your arms was awful, treating you no less than the goddess that you are to me, unforgivable” he sighted “ I was so wrong, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, babe” he felt the sting of the tears on his eyes “I would give everything I own at this moment in exchange for your touch, I want to hold you so bad” tears now flowing freely and for the first time he did not wipe them, showing her his vulnerability.

“So do it, and do it quickly before I can’t keep it straight anymore” he did not have to be told twice, his arms embraced her, he smelled her hair, so nice and fruity, he skin so soft, her fragile body embracing his so well, he sobbed quietly, he needed her so bad.

“I love you, yn, I love you” he said to her, it felt so good to say it.

“I love you, too, I missed you so much you have no idea, Yoongi” she responded holding him tight.

“Impossible, I thought that if was not able to see you in the next 24 hours I would literally die” he said to her now looking in her eyes “but everything it’s right again, we belong like this” he was centimeters away from her face.

“kiss me” yn said, his soft lips quicky encounter hers, devouring her in seconds, his tongue open its way onto her mouth, he moaned at the contact, grabbing her waist tight and squishing her cheek softly with his other hand deepening the kiss.

“There something else that a missed, apart from you” yn said to him putting her arms around his neck pressing herself more into his body and giving him another kiss, she felt his dick getting hard sending a wave of pleasure to her stomach.

“What could it be?” he responded between kisses, his lips red and swollen, he made his way to her neck sucking the thin skin making her moan “Mmm” he hummed, his dick twitching at the dirty little moans of his wife.

“Let’s go upstairs, and I will show you” she said grabbing Yoongi’s hair while he sucked her neck, her panties were a wet mess.

Yoongi picked her up, and started to go upstairs, giving her a loud smack on her ass.

“I’m on my way, already baby” he said with a deep voice.

Their bodies were ready to show each other how much they missed them.

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prodagustd · 2 years

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I think he knows | myg

Summary: You knew that Yoongi liked the angel costume you were wearing for the birthday party, but he seemed to be too.. into you that night? You could help but asking yourself, was Yoongi jealous?

This is part two of so it goes: series masterlist

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, lots of fluff!!, smut.

—warnings/tags: grinding, unprotected sex, hickeys, riding, dom!yoongi (i guess), emotional constipation, jealousy, oc gets kind of sad 😫. etc etc etc

—words: 11.2k (whattttttt??)

a/note: hiii!! i finally get to post part two of so it goes, I'm so happy to share it but scared at the same time. I struggled a lot writing this so bare with me I wanted to show yoongi and the oc's relationship when they're not alone and to write the oc's feelings, it got this long at the end but give it a chance. I already started writing the next part so let me know what you think about this one, feedback is appreciated :) and again if you want to join the taglist, send me a message or comment this post.

The lights were off, the only thing that lit up the room were the party lights that Nayeon bought to celebrate her birthday party. You were sitting on the couch around your friends when you looked at Yoongi, dressed like Tony Montana, leaned against the wall with crossed arms. He was wearing a whole white suit with a red shirt underneath, you found yourself wanting to take off his jacket, maybe his shirt and pants too, but he looked so good you might as well make him keep them on.

You know him too well, he shot you a look that could only mean one thing.

‘Come. Here.’ His eyes said, but you shook your head just to annoy him.

‘Come get me.’

It's his turn to shake his head in disapproval. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t thinking the same thing as him, you got maybe too intoxicated in his cologne when he arrived at your apartment and he whispered in your ear that he didn’t know if he could control himself if you were wearing that white mini skirt. Yes, you knew that Yoongi liked the angel costume and white corset you chose, you knew he got a little turned on when he saw you wearing fake angel wings and lip gloss, but he seemed to be… maybe too into you that night? He couldn’t stop looking at you from across the room, and when he was next to you he kept his hand on your waist, bringing you closer and closer to him. You saw him walking towards you, he offered his hand and you took it. You both laughed like you shared a secret and guided you to your room as if you didn’t know the way. Then, the question you tried to avoid all night popped in your head once again, was Yoongi jealous?

It all started when he was sitting on his studio chair, his phone rang three times receiving a chain of cryptic messages sent by you.

[Baby]: Friday night, you and me.

[Baby]: My place.

[Baby]: Bring a costume.

[Yoongo]: roleplay?

[Baby]: ????

[Baby]: No???

[Baby]: Nayeon's birthday party, she invited you. I forgot to tell you, you have to bring a costume.

[Yoongo]: i don't have a costume

[Baby]: Then get one, big boy.

[Yoongo]: it's not even halloween ?

He waited for your answer but you didn’t reply. He stared at the “Seen at 4:12 pm” on his phone screen, leaving him talking alone.

Two days passed since you sent those messages when he opened the door of his apartment on a wednesday and you were already there, on his couch watching A Cinderella Story.

“Maybe giving you the key was a bad idea.” Yoongi said, taking his shoes off. Except for that night last month, he thought, when you waited for him on his bed wearing lingerie, but that was a whole different discussion.

Yoongi walked towards you and you made space for him on the couch.

"Did you think about your costume?" You asked, ignoring him, going straight to the point.

"Can I go without one?"

"Nayeon is gonna be pissed at you if you go without one. You would be the only one."

Your flatmate and Yoongi got along pretty well, Nayeon liked him as long as he treated you right and Yoongi had learnt to like her, he couldn't understand how you, two completely different people, were best friends. She was too energetic, almost chaotic, and talked all the time, when you were more quiet and timid. In the last seven months Yoongi got used to spending time with Nayeon when he was at your apartment, and he was fine with it, until that led to him to wear a costume for her birthday party.

"Who's going, anyway?" He asked.

"A bunch of people. Jungkook, Eric, Yongsung, Kevin..." You started to list all of your friend’s names, but Yoongi stopped listening when he heard that name. Suddenly, the idea of going to the party didn’t sound so bad.

"What are you wearing?" Getting closer to you, he put his arm around your shoulder, pressing your body against his.

"I was thinking about an angel costume." You answered, playing with the straps of his black hoodie.

"Mmm... like a Victoria's Secret angel?" He asked, kissing you softly for the first time that night.

"No, but if you wear a costume I can be one for you by the end of the night."

Then, Yoongi started to think of a costume.

Now you were there, just a few seconds away from disappearing in your room with him, but the question still hung in the air.

Earlier that night, he arrived and gave Nayeon the present you bought together. It was just a simple silver ring with a beautiful stone on top of it, but you knew your friend would love it when you picked it. Then, people started to arrive and your apartment started to get full. How many people did Nayeon invite? How were all those people going to fit in your tiny place? She didn’t care, she was already dancing in the living room under the green and purple lights, it wasn’t her fault that everywhere she went, she made a new friend.

Nayeon was your best friend and you loved her, you agreed with her when she proposed to wear matching outfits —she was wearing a red dress and red horns, dressed as a devil—, you helped her with the snacks and to decorate the place. It wasn’t a big deal, you loved doing things for her, especially on her birthday. When she started to move her hips towards you as Super Bass by Nicki Minaj started playing, you tried to draw the line and say no to her. You failed.

“There’s no right way to dance to this, please.” You whined in embarrassment as you tried to follow her steps, she grabbed your hands and brought you closer to her, guiding you to a ridiculous dance. You knew your face was red, but Nayeon’s happy face was enough for you to ignore it.

“I know you loved this song!” She said.

“I love a bunch of songs,” you said over the music. “I don’t dance to all of them,”

That didn’t stop her to force you to keep dancing, her dance moves were ridiculous, but you looked more stupid trying to follow her.

The song was about to end when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, suddenly you were being dragged away from your friend, who looked behind you, faking an upset grin.

“Sorry,” Yoongi’s deep voice resonated behind you. “you already got your share of her. It’s my turn now.”

“But it’s my birthday!” She complained.

“Not in South America.” He replied, making Nayeon roll her eyes. Classic Yoongi.

He spinned you until you were facing him, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. When a slow r&b song started, you remembered one thing about Nayeon: she didn’t know how to make a playlist, let alone a party playlist. It was either have her phone connected to the speakers Jungkook lent her, or pay an expensive dj (that was her excuse). But the song was fine, it worked.

“Is Min Yoongi taking me to dance?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your lower back, making you feel butterflies when he slowly started dancing with you “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You saw his gaze traveling from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, he lowered himself, you parted your lips just waiting for him, but he pulled back.

“I don’t need to do that, I already did it”

He swung from side to side to the rhythm of the music, grabbing your hips so you could move alongside him. Neither you or him were the type to dance at parties, both were too aware of people around you, but maybe if you pretended that it was just you and him, it wasn't so bad.

Yoongi was taller than you and most of the time, when you were that close to him, you had to lift your head to look him in the eye. If you didn’t, the only thing you could see was his chest. And in that moment it was hard not to think of it when it was right in front of you.

You tried not to laugh at the thought, if you told Yoongi all the tiny things about him that turned you on he would laugh too, he would tease you about it every time he had the chance. You liked to think that you keep those things as a secret, from his exposed chest to way he pressed his fingertips on your hips, the kind of things that weren’t necessarily sexual but made your stomach flip. You liked when he stroked your hair a certain way and how deep his voice got in the morning, when he was driving or when he lay down on the bed and put his hands under his head, flexing his arms.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his hands on your face, making you look at him. You could notice that it was hard for Yoongi to make eye contact, and you liked looking at him until he ran away from your gaze. Sometimes you think that Yoongi doesn’t like eye contact because maybe if you looked into his dark eyes for long enough, you would discover a secret. In that moment, you thought that you were about to do it.

“You look hot.” You confessed to him, but he scoffed at the compliment.

“Do you think?”

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t going to make an effort. Like Jungkook.”

You looked at your best friend as leaning on the wall, dressed in blue boxing shorts and a black tshirt, his blue boxing gloves hanging around his neck. That wasn’t a costume, that was just Jungkook on a tuesday.

“What’s up with him, by the way?” He asked, whispering in your ear in case your best friend might hear him. “I saw him glued to his phone since I arrived.”

“Oh you know…” you sighed “ladies problems, I think.”

“Is he fighting?”

Yoongi was one nosy bitch.

“Not at all, I think he wanted to invite her or something, but he didn’t.” You ran your fingertips on the hair of his neck, watching how a little smile appeared on his face as he observed Jungkook typing on his phone. “Don’t you dare…” You warned him, making him pay attention to you again.

“What?” He asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t tell him that I told you.” You clarified. Sometimes it seemed like Yoongi’s only purpose in life was to tease poor Jungkook.

“Why do you always think bad about me?” He whined, his lips forming a pout.

“I don’t! But I know you want to. You’re gonna get me in trouble.” Standing in your tiptoes, you kissed away that ridiculous pout on his mouth.

When the room started getting too hot, you took Yoongi to the little balcony your place had. It was small but it had a view of the campus and the dark sky. Then again, for the second time that night you felt Yoongi’s arms hugging your back.That was maybe one of the first clues you got that night, it was rare for him to do things like that in public. Usually, you were the one who showered him in kisses or hugged him in places that weren’t his bedroom. A tiny you was dancing of happiness in your stomach, wanting to turn around and steal a kiss from his lips. But the other tiny you, the rational one, was telling you not to get used to that kind of stuff, they never lasted for you.

You tried to shut her up, turning around to see Yoongi’s smirk plastered on his face.

“You are going to ruin my wings if you keep doing that.” You warned him.

“Okay… I prefer you like this anyway.” He leaned forward to leave a short kiss on your collarbone. It was a cold night and you weren’t wearing much clothing, but that wasn’t what sent a chill to your spine. “And I like your wings.”

“They look good, don’t they? The lady in the store thought they were for a kid! I didn’t tell her they were for me.”

“If I have to guess, she supposed that because only kids dress up?” He tried to annoy you, still opposed to the whole costume party thing.

“Don’t you know what fun is, Sir?” You teased him, tilting your head.

“I know what fun is. I am a fun guy.” He defended himself.

“Debatable. But you showed up today and I must say this, no because of the nature of the relationship we share, but because I mean it, you must have the best costume tonight.”

“Wait, what’s the nature of our relationship?” A cocky smirk tugged from the corners of his lips, pulling you closer, if that was possible.

“Shut up, that’s why I can never compliment you.”

“Tell me baby, will the nature of our relationship get me a pass for going to sleep instead of cleaning tonight?” He asked.

“Don’t even think about it” You said, shaking your head. “You get no privileges, you and Jungkook are helping me. God knows how drunk Nayeon will get.”

Yoongi laughed and didn’t argue with you anymore, but his question stayed in your head for a few seconds, and the word ‘relationship’ almost vanished into thin air, creating a cloud above your head, you blamed yourself for using it.

Sometimes you thought you were so awkward, you didn’t know how Yoongi was never capable of seeing it. You said things and then immediately regretted it, wondering if he thought you were getting too attached to him.

You hardly ever lied to yourself, you could never escape the giant monster of your thoughts and you always had to deal with the truth. It was difficult to accept it, but carrying with the feelings you had for the man in front of you was worse.

Seven months after meeting Yoongi you found yourself in this place, with his arms wrapped around your waist at the birthday party of one of your best friends. Almost all your friends knew him, all of them liked him, and you were happy to say that all of his friends thought the same about you.

For a second, you asked yourself how was the image that he had of you, did he really think you were built for that? You saw yourself as a person who could never go against her own feelings, you knew that if you feel something it’s better not to suppress it. Since the day Yoongi kissed you in his car you knew that if you developed feelings for him, you were screwed.

And screwed you were.

The human being is not so complex, and you thought that you were the least complex human being to ever exist. You saw yourself as weak and if someone was staring at you the way Yoongi was doing right now, you would fall.

You tried not to melt at his fond dark eyes, he was way too close to your face, making you nervous. Why was he making you nervous? Was it his gaze or the way his hands were tied together on your lower back? Or was it the way you were caged between him and the urging feeling to spit certain three words on his face?

Lately you felt like you and Yoongi stared at each other from across the room like you share a secret together, and it was a matter of time until one of you screamed it. The thing was, you believed your secret was not the same as his.

“What?” You asked when the silence and his gaze upon you were too much to bear.

“I have something for you.” He confessed.You watched his eyes fly to another place that was not your face, escaping from it.

“Like what?” His eyes come back to you to stare at your rosy cheeks and glossy lips curved into a tiny smirk, almost inviting him to bite them. Instead, he bit his own, holding himself back.

“Like a present.” Yoongi answered like it’s nothing but you knew he expected you to be surprised. You lift your eyebrows, satisfying him. “What is that face? Is it impossible to believe I wanted to give my girl a present?”

Then, your stomach turned upside down, you were sure your cheeks were burning red and the tiny you (the one who didn’t give a fuck) screamed so loud that you were afraid he might have heard her.

“No, I just thought you were going to say something inappropriate.” You tried to play cool. You failed, making Yoongi throw his head back and laugh at you, shaking his shoulders.

“What did you say?” He teased you “Inappropriate? Do you think I say inappropriate things?” He made emphasis on the word every time it rolled out of his tongue.

“Oh my god, shut up!”

“I don’t think you thought I say inappropriate things the other night when you told me… mmm, what was what you told me?”

Your eyes popped open when you realized what he was trying to say, putting a hand on his mouth before he could answer his own question. “Stop it…”

“I don’t want to.” He whispered, almost daring you to make him say whatever he was going to say next. You were wrong, Yoongi’s only purpose in life was not just to tease Jungkook, but you as well.

“You’re mean. I want to know what it is.”

“Just for that you have to wait.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “But I like when you use funny words.”

Breaking news: Yoongi was soft. Was this a secret? Not to you at least, but you could tell. Not only because he bought you a present, not only because he grabbed your face and left little pecks on your lips until he thought they were enough.

You didn’t make Yoongi vulnerable, you just showed him that it was okay to be vulnerable with you.

Between giggles and short kisses, you felt like you were alone again, until Jungkook entered the balcony with a bottle of beer in one hand. He stared at both of you, not really looking guilty for interrupting the moment.

“You guys should get a room.” He joked as he leaned on the railings of the balcony. “No funny business in public, that’s what I say.”

“What’s up, kid?” Yoongi asked him, not taking his hands off you. “Are you jealous because your girlfriend couldn’t come?”

Your eyes snapped at Yoongi the second the question slipped out of his mouth. You hit his shoulder, regretting ever telling him about Jungkook’s not-girlfriend. Jungkook’s eyes moved like ping pong balls, they went from you to Yoongi and back to you again.

“What? Did you tell him?” Your poor friend looked at you like you betrayed him. You felt guilty for a second, but to be honest, he was a little bit… dramatic, and Yoongi laughing in the back knew it.

“It was an accident! You never told me not to tell anybody.”

“But you should have known!” He argued.

“How could I!?”

“You just… should have?” Jungkook’s expression changed to a calm one, realizing you are right, he never told you to keep the secret, but he can’t help to be a little upset at Yoongi for reminding him that his not-girlfriend was at her house instead of being there with him.

“You are like two old ladies.” He said drinking from the bottle “Always gossiping.”

You and Yoongi gasped, looking at each other like Jungkook insulted the both of you.

“We weren’t gossiping!” You tried to defend the man beside you and yourself “I mentioned it to him and he didn’t know.”

You were totally gossiping.

“Anyway…” Jungkook said, sighing in defeat “I didn’t know if she wanted to come.”

Yoongi and you share glanzes, knowing it was really easy to make Jungkook talk, it was really easy to make him forget that you told Yoongi at least.

He couldn’t be mad at that though, in the back of his mind he knew that telling you something automatically meant that he was telling Yoongi too.

“Why do you think that?” Yoongi asked,

“I don’t know, what if she is not interested in meeting my friends?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook. She’s probably right now at home wondering why you didn't introduce her to your friends already.” You said like it was obvious. Been there, done that. But it didn’t seem obvious to him, Jungkook snapped his eyes at you like he just remembered you were a girl too. In that moment, his mind made a strange connection; if you were a girl, you must know every girl’s secret.

He took a step forward, now interested in the conversation.

“How do you know that?”

It was difficult to make a guy understand that kind of stuff, so you took a second to think about it.

“Think it this way, okay?” You started, now you had two pairs of eyes paying attention to you. Yoongi listened to you like you’re about to reveal a code from the secret book of girls. “Imagine it’s friday, you don’t have any plans except for playing games until you pass out. You text your girl, ask her what is she doing tonight and she tells you she’s going to a party. She tells you everything about it but doesn’t ask you to go with her, you stay at home playing fortnite with… Seokjin? How would you feel?”

“Terrible.” The answer that came out of Jungkook’s mouth was automatic, his eyes were filled with horror. Again, Jungkook was dramatic after all.

“Well, I don’t know her to say that she would feel terrible, but I would be kinda bothered.”

“Would you?” Yoongi asked. You looked at him, trying to imagine a scenario where that situation happened to you. You think of the Yoongi of the past, and the way all the pretty girls throw themselves at him at parties. But you also think of the Yoongi in the present, the one whose arms are wrapped around your waist. Mmmm… You would be bothered anyway.

“I mean… Yes, I think so” You answered. He just nodded, looking like he just did a mental note. “Next time, invite her.” You said now to Jungkook.

He answered a short “I will” and started typing on his phone again, his presence becoming unnoticeable. Yoongi’s lips were curled in a tiny smirk when you body returned to his arms.

“Are you sure you’re not majoring in psychology or something?”

“Are you implying that next to him I look like a psychology major? That’s kinda rude, bubba.” You said, making him laugh. “But no, men are too dumb to notice what’s in front of them sometimes, especially Jungkook when it comes to girls.”

You remembered the first time Yoongi introduced you to his friends, you had already met Hoseok and Namjoon, met Seokjin at an event that Jungkook invited you to, but you never met his other friends, the ones who weren’t from work or famous.

One night he invited you to meet two of them, Minho and Jinyoung. You thought about the way he introduced you, just saying your name, not “this is my friend” or “this is my girlfriend”, just your name. You never expected him to give you a title, at that time it was okay, and his friends never asked about it. They were friendly and they seemed to like you. Yoongi cooked for the four of you and throughout the night they kept sharing stories about their teen years, asking you about your years in high school too. Yoongi couldn’t erase the smile off his face, he was happy and so were you. By the time they left his apartment he was a bit drunk, so you took him to bed and said goodbye to Minho and Jinyoung. When you were on the bed about to fall asleep he slurred a sweet ‘thank you’ and told you that he could tell that his friends loved you.

“Do you think so?” You had asked him.

“Yes.” He confirmed “You’re easy to love.”

Yoongi fell asleep right away, but you stayed awake for another half an hour after that. The warm memory of that night came back like a sweet kiss on the cheek, feeling like you were on top of the world.

Yoongi stayed on the balcony talking with Jungkook, you see him through the glass as you sit on the couch next to your friends. It was endearing to watch them together, when Yoongi took Jungkook under his label he promised all the good things to him, and in a couple months he managed to keep those promises. You appreciated that, before Yoongi, Jungkook tried so hard to make his dream of being a singer come true, but he always found complications along the way, making him come back to square one over and over again. When he told you that Yoongi had signed him, you were as happy as him. You believed that Yoongi saw Jungkook the same way that you did, both of you believed in him.

You were talking with your friend from class, Yongsung, when your gaze got blocked by someone who sat in between you two.

“What do you think?” Kevin asked, making you judge his costume “Do I pass?” He was wearing just a white shirt and black pants, in his collar was tied a short cape and on the corner of his lips there was fake blood, he was a vampire. You and Yongsung analized his outfit, it was simple but it worked.

“Basic.” Yongsung answered, “But you pass.”

“Basic?” Kevin repeated like he was offended. “I’m doing my best here.”

“If that’s your best, I don’t want to see your worst.”

“I think you look great.” You said so you could stop them from fighting “At least you dressed up, I’ve seen some guys who didn’t. Nayeon said that if she saw someone without a costume she would kick them out.”

“Did she?” Yongsung asked.

“She didn’t, but she wanted to.”

You spent a few minutes talking with them, judging people’s outfits like yours weren’t the cheapest thing you could find in the store, but it was fun and you didn’t know most of them, you wondered if Nayeon did.

You were closer to Yongsung, you had known her for a few years and you shared almost all your classes with her. With Kevin too, but he was barely a new friend. You had a suspicion that he didn’t see you like that, but a potential-something-else.

You met Kevin a few months ago, at a time when you felt like you had no control over your mind and heart. It was after you failed an important exam and he offered to help you for the next one. You appreciated it, but the only thing that made the sadness go away that week was a hug from the man in the red shirt outside.

You remember that week, it was the beginning of winter when he gave you his number and a warm smile, promising you that no one died because of a failed exam, it was hard to believe him. Your mind was tired after studying all those weeks, your heart was tired too, but for another reason: you were in love with a man who didn’t want to be in love, how bad was that?

Transitioning those days with only questions filling your mind after admitting the truth to the mirror, wondering what you were supposed to do, tell him? leave him? stay quiet and pretend everything was okay? The last option was the one you thought was the most effective, but it was not. Everytime you looked at Yoongi you felt like you were at home, how could you run away from him? How could you stay?

Yes, Kevin was nice, funny, charming and handsome, but the tiny you inside your mind couldn’t help but scream: He is not Yoongi!

You had already declined the subtle invitations of Kevin to hangout, you liked him but as a friend, were you clear enough? It was like you had the spot saved for another person but you weren’t sure if that person wanted that spot, it felt stupid.

The consequences of your choice of pretending everything was okay were slowly taking over, but you didn’t realize until Kevin started to flirt with you right under the gaze of Yoongi, who stared at you from the balcony: he put his arm on the side of the couch, almost rounding your shoulders, a friendly gesture, but you knew better “You look great, too.” he said in a low voice, like no one was supposed to hear that, except you.

But let’s get things straight: Kevin didn’t know about Yoongi, unlike everyone else, your other friends knew he was your not-boyfriend and that things were… complicated? He was not your boyfriend but you were exclusive? If you were to explain that to Kevin he would laugh, he didn’t need to know, you wanted to keep things private, not everyone needed to know about your sex life, especially not the guy who joined the group two months ago.

It was simple for him, you didn’t have a boyfriend? You were single, how could that be complicated?

“Thank you, I improvised. If it were my choice, I would have chosen another outfit, but Nayeon insisted. You know how she is, she likes to be in control all the time. Her rising sign is virgo.” You started to rant, feeling like he was getting too close to you. It was a habit of yours that you could never get rid of, if you were nervous, you started to talk to fill all the silent gaps.

“Yeah? What’s your rising sign?” He asked curious, Kevin didn’t know shit about astrology.

You never really had a serious relationship until your last (and first) ex, but growing up you had a large group of female friends who shared with you every single thing about their relationships with their boyfriends. If there was a secret book of girls, it would have been written by you. Somehow, you had learnt how to read men, they were basic and all of them reacted the same way to the same things, they said the same things, did the same things, and flirted the same way. It was the first time you perceived Kevin as part of those men, when he got closer and started getting bolder. Was this the same Kevin from class? Or this was the beer taking place instead of him?

“Uh… Cancer…” You said trying to pay attention to anything except his eyes.

Rule number one: Men have this misconception when they’re flirting, they think that if you stare at them long enough, it means you want to kiss them. If you don’t, avoid their eyes!

“What does it mean?” He kept asking.

“I don’t really know, I’m sensitive I think, that’s what Nayeon says, she knows a lot about that stuff. By the way, did you give her a present?”

A tip that can be useful: try to make them remember that you are friends.

“Uh… No… Do you think that I should have…?” Accidentally, you crossed eyes with him again, he was giving you one of the most radiant smiles you’ve ever seen. Kevin was really beautiful, you know he has like a thousand girls waiting for him to take them out, but you weren’t one of them. Sometimes you wonder if your heart would have felt something for him if it wasn’t so in love with another man.

“Maybe you should have, Nayeon loves presents.”

“What did you give her?”

You looked at him hoping that he didn’t notice how your mind flew directly to the day you picked Nayeon’s present with Yoongi, you had the idea and he knew a place. The image of Yoongi standing outside the apartment with the present on his hands earlier that night flashed your thoughts. You smiled, and Kevin wanted to believe you were smiling because of him. You weren’t.

“A ring, she’s into that.”

He nodded, looking at the tiny space in the couch that separated you from him, you were a few centimeters close to make him think that you liked him a bit more than you did.

“That’s nice…” He said, hesitant. You played with your fingers, already choosing the blurt of words you were going to say before he said something you didn’t want to hear. But he was too quick “So, I know you have a few days free, huh?”

Yes, you had a few days free, but they were occupied by Yoongi’s birthday.

The question faded in the air as you connected your eyes with his dark gaze outside. His eyes went from you to the masculine arm resting on your side of the couch. It was nothing, yet, Yoongi could notice.

A light bulb went on in your head when you remembered rule number two: sometimes men will stop insisting when they know you have a boyfriend. Was it sexist? Yes, it was. Was Yoongi your boyfriend? No, he wasn’t. But it could work.

“Have you met Yoongi?” You answered with another question, trying not to feel bad for ignoring him. You invited him inside with a simple hand gesture, Yoongi didn’t hesitate to start walking towards the window, he opened and entered inside, Then, you looked at poor Kevin again, who was waiting for an answer.

“Yoongi?” Kevin repeated with eyebrows furrowed, but his eyes shifted to the man next to you when he noticed his presence.

“That would be me.” He said sitting next to you and grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, leaving his hand in that place for so long that you felt like it was burning through your clothes.

That was another clue.

You could describe Yoongi listing the things that he was and the things that he was not: Yoongi was talented, funny, a little bit grumpy, passionate and kind. Yoongi was not selfish, not picky, not ungrateful, not jealous. That’s what you would answer if someone were to ask you a few days before that night, but now you were a little unsure about that last one.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kevin.” He introduced himself, as his arm dropped from the side of the couch you felt like something in the room shifted.

“Oh, yeah. I think she mentioned you once.”

Yoongi was polite too, but today was the exception. No hello, no nice to meet you, just a “she mentioned you once”, talking like you had to read between lines. Lucky for you, you were an expert in all Yoongi things.

Translator of Yoongi: “she mentioned you once” meaning “She said your name once, but you aren’t important enough to be mentioned twice.”

What you didn’t expect though, was what Kevin was about to say next.

“I see, she never mentioned you” The words came out of his mouth almost hesitantly, like he tried not to sound so bitter but he did anyway. The worst part was that he was right, you never mentioned Yoongi to Kevin.

You expected that he would finish the sentence with something else but he didn’t, that was it. Silence for the longest five seconds of your life. But Yoongi was smart, scoffing at him like he just told a silly joke, the grip he had on your waist became firmer. You feel like you just became smaller between the two men, but most importantly you wonder, what the fuck was that?

The moment passed when Eric and Youngsung saw Yoongi and turned to talk to him. Did you already mention that they loved him? Because they do.

“What’s up Yoongi? Did the queen already judge your outfit?” Yongsung asked him. He looked at you smirking and then back at her.

“Yeah, and I think I won the contest, she told me it was hot.” He said, making your friends laugh, or at least Youngsung and Eric.

“She only said that because she wants to get in your pants,” Eric said “don’t trust women like her. The moment she gets bored of you she will say that your outfit looked like trash.”

He was talking about what you said about his costume, he was the Joker. You didn’t say it looked like trash, you said it looked cheap, but only because he said that yours looked like the kind of halloween costume they mention in Mean Girls, when you were going for A Cinderella Story. In other words, he said you were dressed like a slut. Who wants enemies with friends like that?

“I didn’t say it looked like trash, I said it looked cheap!” You repeated.

“You’re a mean girl in real life, you know?” Your friend said.

“She’s right, though.” Yoongi defended you with a devilish smile on his face, the words of Kevin were almost long forgotten, but something made you feel like they weren’t. You would have paid to know what was happening in Yoongi’s mind.

“You just said that because you want to get in her pants, you’re just like her.”

“It takes one to know one.” Youngsung joined him.

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty, it wasn’t Kevin’s fault that you couldn't talk about your relationship with Yoongi because it was… complicated. It wasn’t Kevin’s fault that you didn’t know how to get out of situations, asking Yoongi to come and save you. You weren’t expecting Yoongi to react that way, didn’t expect Kevin to say that. Now, you were thinking how to make it up to Kevin and how to make it up to Yoongi, wondering if Yoongi even cared about what Kevin said.

A sense of comfort was wrapped around you when you saw Jungkook joining the couch in front of you, thinking that he could save you from the situation you believed you created. You looked at him, holding your gaze and raising your eyebrows, hoping that he understood what you were trying to say. Jungkook looked at Yoongi and the way he was hugging you and then at Kevin, who seemed out of place next to you. Jungkook raised his shoulders.

‘What is happening?’ he tried to say.

‘I don’t know’ you communicated. ‘Save me’

But he can’t help you, and even if he could, he wouldn’t. He crossed his arms over his chest, marking a distance between the two of you. On this side, you were between two men, the one you loved and the one you tried to push away, on the other side there was him, laughing at your situation. That’s what you got for judging his outfit and saying he didn’t make an effort. Jungkook failed to be your best friend tonight, but you deserved it a little after laughing at everyone’s costumes.

Looking to your right you stared at Yoongi thinking of that knowledge in men you thought you had, looking at him in the eyes you realized that Yoongi was not like other men, it was harder to read when it came to those things. You knew how to tell when he was tired, when he was upset, when he was happy. You knew the look on his face when he wanted you to stay the night, you knew the smile that appeared on his face when he was about to say something snarky, but there was a barrier when it came to things like that.

The night passed and he disappeared with Jungkook in the living room to appear again against the wall, inviting you to your room like it was his own.

You walked through the crowded hallway, bumping into people and stepping on crunchy chips, already thinking of the mess you will have to clean after all of them leave, but all the thoughts vanished when you entered the room and he closed the door behind you.

Yoongi pushed you against the wood devouring your lips, introducing his tongue inside your mouth without permission. He sneaked his hands under your skirt, squeezing your ass cheeks in his palms and pressing you against him, he couldn’t bear to be another second away from your body. He kissed you desperately, like he waited for that moment all night. You tried to follow his pace, grabbing his hair in your fingers and making a mess of it.

“Listen,” you said between kisses “stop looking at my boobs, you’re too obvious.” You scolded him, but he just laughed against your lips.

“I can’t.” He confessed, catching your bottom lip in his teeth to bring your mouth closer. “How do I take this off?” You felt his large hands looking for the bow that tied the corset together, but you stopped him, grabbing his hands to guide him to your bed

“No, you can’t.” You tried to kiss him again, but he looked at you confused, furrowing his eyebrows. “It’s hard to take it off and we have to be quick, what if they start singing happy birthday?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes but he allowed you to take his white jacket, exposing his strong arms in that tight red shirt. You put your hands on his shoulders, making him sit on the bed.

“So I can’t eat you out?” He asked with disappointment in his voice, you shook your head. “Let me finger you, then”

“No,” You climbed your bed when he sat against the headboard, straddling him “it’s supposed to be a quickie.”

“I don’t want a quickie” He whined, grabbing your hips and pushing them down to his own. You huffed, looking at the little pout that formed on his mouth about to give in to him. But no, you wanted to sing happy birthday to your friend, so you forced him to play along. Your hands traveled up to his chest and kissed him with urgency, feeling like time was running out of your hands. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips to make you roll them against his crotch, the only barrier between you two were your panties and the thick fabric of his pants.

Yoongi had no problem with fucking any way you wanted, he was happy to do it either way, but he had his preferences. He liked to have his time and to be on his bed, yours was too small. He wanted you fully naked because he liked to be the only one who got to see you like that. He tried to hit it from the back a few times before and it was good, it was always good with you, but it wasn’t the same. He preferred having you right in front of his face, to feel your shaky breath against his mouth and hear your whimpers next to his ear, to kiss you until you were so lost in the feeling of his cock inside you that you couldn’t kiss back anymore.

But when he didn’t have much time he enjoyed it too. The memory of a rainy night on his bed assaults his mind sometimes, one thing led to another and you confessed that you had a current fantasy of getting fucked on his studio chair. Yoongi opened his eyes so big you thought he saw a ghost, and even though it was the heat of the moment and he confessed some pretty nasty stuff too, your words pierced through his mind. Did that mean that every time you were sitting on his lap you were thinking about… that? The thought made him shiver like he was a teenage boy all over again. He remembers how nervous you looked when he confessed the things he would like to do with you, but it took just one confession from you to tear him apart. If Yoongi thought you were wrapped around his fingers he was wrong, you had him ten times worse.

He decided to make your fantasy come true, even if it was slightly uncomfortable and during work hours, even if you weren’t fully naked and not on his bed.

You knew he liked it either way, so why did he want to keep you in your room so bad?

At that point the question was still on your mind, but you wouldn’t dare to ask him, not yet. It only took a second for you to forget about it, when you felt his tongue running d0wn your neck you were already thinking about other things.

“You’re too greedy” You said as you tried to keep up with the pace of his hips, it was enough to forget about Yoongi’s behavior that night but not enough to satisfy you or him.

“You made me like this.” He murmured. His nose brushed the column of your neck and then he trailed wet kisses down again, you closed your fists on his shirt tightly when he picked up a faster pace, a tiny moan left your lips. You felt like you were seventeen on the couch of the guy from school you had a crush on, making out all afternoon but never doing anything. It was different with Yoongi, you anticipated all of his movements and all of his kisses, wondering what he was going to do next, and he enjoyed watching you trying to get off on top of him, helping you grind yourself on him so he could fuck you right later.

Then it came the confirmation that he was jealous, his teeth nipping the skin of neck with only one mission: to leave a mark. It was unusual for him to leave marks in visible places, he preferred your inner thighs or the top of your breasts, he didn't like scandalous things. He was simpler, he enjoyed knowing that you had marks under your skirt but he was the only one who knew about them.

But he was a man too, and men were simpler than simple.

You almost let him do it, you were too focused on the pressure between your legs and the grip his hands had on your ass, until a groan that escaped from his mouth shook you back to reality for one second. You grabbed his round cheeks from the crook of your neck and made him look at you.

“No funny business.”

“I’m trying to fuck you right now.” He whined again, trying to get back to his original plan, but you stopped him.

“I mean it, we have to get back.” You warned him, looking down to unzip his pants, encountering a similar but better surprise: he was pretty hard. You smirked to yourself, quite proud to be honest, getting his pants down.

“Stop smiling like that.” He caught you as his fingers found the strap of your panties under your skirt.

“Why?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“You’re seeing ghosts.”

He squinted his eyes towards you but didn’t answer the question, instead he grabbed your hips and lifted them just enough to slide your panties down your thighs. You helped him to take them off and sat back again on his lap. He wasted no time, his boxers followed his pants and with a swift motion his hands came back to your hips to push them down, pressing your wet core against his dick, making you gasp.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you? Laughing at me like it wasn’t your fault.” You bit your lips, trying to hold back a moan. “Laughing at me like you weren’t dripping right now.”

Yoongi started to roll his hips just like before, but this time it felt ten times better, it showed in your face, and even if he always tried to keep up his dominant mask, it trembled sometimes. He preferred to have you naked on top of him, with your bare tits in front of his face like you were just for him, but there was something about fucking you in you angel costume that was about to drive him crazy, especially in that white mini skirt that wasn’t long enough to hide the way you were rocking against him.

You wanted to answer him, to spit a snarky comment or to laugh on his face, but there was no time for that, his low voice made your stomach flip, your outfit started to feel hot, the two pieces of clothing you were wearing started to suffocate you. A devilish thought was built in your mind in just a few seconds, the tiny you begged you to ask him to flip you over and fuck you however he liked, to eat you out and miss the happy birthday if he wanted, the tiny you didn’t care.

The rational you didn’t exist anymore, she disappeared when Yoongi’s cock started to rub your clit, kissing you softly, a contradictory gesture from the way his palms on your ass were pressing you to grind on his cock.

“Now you’re quiet? Don’t you have something to say?”

“Yoongi... Stop!” You whined quietly, but he didn’t take you seriously, he laughed at you again.

“You’re funny like that, trying to tell me what to do.” He groaned, positioning yourself so your entrance would align with the tip of his cock. Your whole body shivered at the feeling, now you were paying full attention to his words. “Trying to tell me how to fuck you. But guess what, baby? I’m gonna fuck you the way I want, how I want, as long as I want and you’re gonna love it, okay?” He looked at you waiting for an answer, but you just nodded, enough for him to start introducing his member inside you slowly, you bit your lips hard, digging your fingernails on his shoulders. “Now be a good girl and hold your skirt up so we can watch how you get fucked.”

You obeyed, grabbing the hem of your skirt and holding it up against your abdomen, starting to feel the slow drag of his member filling you up. Both of your moans left your lips at the same time, your bodies were aching for each other since your friend let him in wearing that fucking costume.

He grabbed your ass to sink you deeper until you were full of him, his eyes focused on the direction where your bodies connected and then they came back to your face, catching the perfect sight of your face, you furrowed your eyebrows as you bit your lips trying to hold back the sound that was about to come out of your mouth. He slid his hands up your clothed body, traveling up to the white corset to squeeze your boobs. Oh, how he wished to take that stupid corset off and wrap his lips around your nipples until you were creaming his cock. He could do it, he could convince you to throw it away and waste the next hour inside of your room, but if you wanted to sing happy birthday to Nayeon so badly, he would let you.

You waited for him to move first, you feared that if you did it you would lose control of the sounds you would make, and he noticed, not really happy with the idea of you holding back.

“Why so shy, baby?” He whispered, starting to set a rhythm with his hips.

“There’s… people outsid-…ah…” your voice got interrupted by a high pitched moan that escaped from your lips, he smiled satisfied and then, you started to move with him, pushing your hips forward to meet with him over and over again.

“What about it? You don’t want them to hear?” he teased “You don’t want them to know how good I’m gonna make you feel? I think they already know.”

The idea of your friends knowing that you disappeared with Yoongi in your room was embarrassing, but the urge set a pace and fuck yourself on him was stronger. Riding him always made you feel like you hadn’t fuck in months, and the last time you did was just last wednesday, when you woke up in the middle of the night and cuouldn’t go back to sleep.

If the headboard was making any noise as he thrusted into you, you didn’t notice. Your body responded to him like it was second nature and your hands clung to his chest in search of some stability. “S-stop t-that…” you could only whisper but it was useless trying to be quiet, your whines were already giving you away, maybe the headboard too, but you convinced yourself it wasn’t making any noise.

“That’s what you want, baby?” He asked in a sweet tone, leaning forward to brush his lips over yours “You want me to stop?” He slowly stopped his movements, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You shook your head in denial “N-no, that’s not what I..!” a choked moan slipped out of your lips when he thrusted his hips forward, you felt how your walls clenched around him, begging him to keep going.

Yoongi loved having you on top, he loved watching you trying to set the perfect pace so you could fuck yourself better on his cock. He knew one thing: every time you did it, you did it better. On the other hand, you were sure that riding him was just an illusion of power, there were very few ways to dominate Yoongi (one of them being pink heart shaped handcuffs, but that’s a story for another day), riding him wasn’t one of them. He always found a way to take control of things, now it was to grip your hips and sink you deeper on his cock.

The position made you feel every single inch of him, quickly building a strong feeling down your belly and between your legs. You were a little embarrassed by how close you already were, but he wasn’t much different, the way his adam apple moved up and down gave him away.

“Keep going, please…”

“Are you gonna keep telling me what to do or are you gonna let me fuck however the fuck I want, huh?” You watched the way his lips moved with hooded eyes, regretting the decision of not letting him eat you out.

“Please, just… just fuck me, I’ll stop.” you cried as you got closer to him, pressing your palms over his chest and enveloping his lips into a desperate kiss, he didn’t oppose, he was easy like that. His hands went to squeeze your ass cheeks one more time, thrusting deeper inside you again. He helped you move up and down until you caught up with his fast pace.

How could you have a man like that and not be in love with him? No one ever kissed you with such determination, so sure of himself yet so scared to let you go, like time was about to end every second that passed.

You never had that level of intimacy with anyone, not even with your ex, he never kissed or fucked you like that. With Yoongi everything was passionate, he made you squirm under him during the night and made breakfast in the morning. He told you how pretty you looked when you jumped into his car and listened to the songs you recommended to him. He sneaked you into your own bedroom just because he was jealous and horny.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” God, your ex boyfriend didn’t have a mouth like Yoongi either. He wanted to sit back and enjoy the view of your tits bouncing out of your corset, but if he did he would lose it immediately, he didn't know where to look anymore. You responded with a deep moan, allowing yourself to rest on top of his chest, a clear sign that you were about to cum “Are you going to be my sweet angel and cum for me?” You nodded, his thrusts starting to get sloppy yet faster.

“I-I’m... so close.” you managed to say.

There would be time to worry about your appearance later, but the sight of him lost on his own pleasure, with his eye barely open and messy hair made you realize that you looked as fucked up as him. But he looked so hot like that, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“It’s okay angel, I’m close too.” The nickname rolled in his tongue in such a natural way, in the end Yoongi was not so wrong about the roleplay thing. You found it cute, in his voice it sounded sweet.

You were too intoxicated in the way he was pounding inside you, too on edge of your climax. The worry of being heard left the room a long time ago, replacing it with the dirty sound of your wetness, your cries of pleasure and his deep groans.

“Don’t stop, please” you whined.

“How could I when you feel this good?” You felt his cock throbbing inside you, making you arch your back and press your chest against his “Cum for me baby, want to see your pretty face when you do.” It only took one thrust of him to make you cum around his cock, he helped you ride your high as you filled the room with choked cries and the tortured sound of his name. “Can I cum inside you?” he asked as you tried to focus your blurry gaze, nodding because you didn’t trust your voice. “Okay angel, now lift your skirt again and let me see the mess you made.” His voice came out as a shaky breath, the desperation slipping out of his tongue. You rolled your hips once again to help him to reach his climax, crying out at the feeling of his cum slipping out of you, wondering how the fuck you were going to walk out of this room acting like nothing happened, Yoongi’s low moans were enough to make you forget about it.

You felt like every muscle of your body was on fire, your thighs were shaky and sticky but something made you smile. You rested your head in his chest, feeling his fingers brushing your hair as he sighed. The room became silent, the only sound you could hear was the music outside and your heavy breathing. You stayed like that for a while, he was too content to break the silence.

But curiosity was eating you alive, so you lifted your head and kissed him on the lips, he closed his eyes and kissed you back, having no idea what you were going to say next.

“Bubba, are you jealous?” You finally asked him. He opened his eyes like you just said a forbidden word.

“What?” He murmured, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You laughed

“Baby, I’m still balls deep inside you, do you think this is time for a conversation?”

“Yeah, why not? I wanted to ask.” You said, playing with the chain that hung around his neck, he huffed.

“I’m not, why would I be? Why should I be?” He started questioning, the words slipping out of his mouth like he couldn’t control them.

“Don’t lie to me” You warned.

“Jealous of who?” He asked, avoiding your gaze.

“Of Kevin!”

He stayed in silence for a while, and then his eyes came back home to yours, looking at you with the funniest expression, trying so hard not to snap. For a moment you thought he was about to lie again.

“And what if I am?”

“I knew it!” You exclaimed before he could retract himself “But why?”

“What, I can’t? I don't want other guys to be looking at your tits. Is that so wrong?”

Your hands came up to cover your chest, furrowing your eyebrows “He wasn’t looking at them…”

“He was, baby. I know because I was looking at them too.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi...” You complained, why did he always have to make your cheeks burn red?

“Don’t Yoongi-me...”

“He wasn’t, but that was not the point.”

“What is it, then?”

“That you don’t have to feel jealous of him.” You almost whispered.

“Then why did he say that you never mentioned me?” He asked. In that moment you could see a different layer of Yoongi, one that didn’t use words to hide what he was really feeling, he couldn’t find a way to ask that question in any other way than to be direct.

“I have known him for only two months, bubba.” You explained “He barely knows anything about me, I told him nothing about me. But I’m sure he likes me and said that to upset you, don’t pay attention to him.”

“Only two months?” He asked.

“Yes, he helped me with that failed exam that made me cry. We always talk about school, but tonight was different, I don’t know why.”

Yoongi looked like he was thinking about it, processing your words and changing his mood. You were right, there was no need to be upset. After all, all your friends knew him and loved him. His face softened.

“And besides, I only want you.” He stared at you from above. He was face to face with you and yet he was so blind to see what you wanted. He was the only guy who could have you like that yet he still got jealous of someone you never thought about.

You thought about Yoongi all the time when he was gone. You thought about him when you were cooking, wishing he was there to taste your food. You thought about him when you passed by the music store, when you see a fluffy brown dog down the street or when you hear the sound of the piano in a movie.

You thought he knew all this stuff, but he was unaware of all of it, even if he was the only person you allowed to be inside you and have a conversation at the same time.

“You do?” He asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, look at me, You know I don’t do these things with other boys.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Then stop pouting!”

He laughed with you and shut you up with a short but sweet kiss.

“Stop scolding me.” He whispered against your lips.

“You need to be scolded sometimes.”

“Get up, let me clean you up.”

You sat on your bed before leaving the room, staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were presentable to go out. Then, you remembered something.

“What did you get me?” You asked him. “Tonight you said you got me something.” He nodded, remembering the gift. He stood up from the bed and looked for something in the drawer of your nightstand. He took out a thin but long black box and handed it to you without saying anything. “Did you hide it in my drawer?”

“Yes, when I arrived.”

You opened the box to find a golden necklace with three white pearls in the middle, it was the same necklace you were ogling in the store where you bought Nayeon’s ring. He came back and picked it for you.

You stared at him with the sweetest look you could ever give him and jumped right into his arms to hug him.

“You’re the cutest” You said between giggles “Thank you, it’s beautiful. I love it”

“Of course you do, I saw you in the store about to go bankrupt to buy it. I couldn’t let that happen.” He laughed. He knew you so well.

“And people think you aren’t sweet.”

“Don’t tell anybody about it.” He joked, hugging your waist and pressing a kiss to your lips “No one can know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect your bad guy reputation.”

Yoongi and you left the room acting like nothing happened, you sang happy birthday to a drunk Nayeon and ate the cake you made for her, everyone liked it, including Yoongi, who ate two pieces.

Kevin didn’t try anything anymore, not after Yoongi kissed you in front of him, he got the idea. Nayeon gave you a funny look when he saw you again after half an hour, like she knew a secret she wasn’t supposed to know.

Everyone left except Yoongi and Jungkook. You decided to clean the apartment the next day. Jungkook slept in Nayeon’s bedroom on a spare mattress and Yoongi followed you to yours to change into his pajamas and prepare to sleep another night in your one person bed.

“I’m gonna buy you a bigger bed for your birthday,” He said, hugging you from behind “we can’t keep sleeping like this.”

“I’m afraid we have to, a bigger bed won’t fit in this room.”

You secretly loved sharing your small bed with him, there was no way for him to escape from you and the only comfortable position to sleep in was spooning.

“That sucks.”

“But I like spooning.” You confessed.

“We can spoon in a bigger bed.”

You laughed, grabbing the hand he had on your waist and bringing it closer to your chest. He buried his face on your hair, attempting to fall asleep, only then you allowed yourself to step inside your mind. The rational you made an appearance and got informed about the events that happened during her absence.

Even pressed against him on the bed you felt like there was an abyss between the two of you and the things you wanted. The rational you did a list of them: firstly, you didn’t do “casual”, you never did, you didn’t like it. Yet, there you were, wrapped around some guy’s arms, waiting for him to tell you he was ready to be serious about you.

You enjoyed the night, you didn’t want those thoughts to cloud your mind, but it’s almost impossible to stop them. A version of you that you never met was created in your head as you allowed those thoughts to wander in it. She looked like a nightmare, like someone you wanted to erase, a version of you who waits for someone to love her or leave her, not really sure what the man she loved was going to choose to do, not really sure of anything at all. You start to feel embarrassed, wondering if this is the view your friends had of you, if Nayeon or Jungkook saw the way Yoongi had you saving a spot he wasn’t sure if he wanted.

You were about to be dragged into one of the deepest places of your mind but then, his deep voice reached your ears, making all those ugly thoughts disappear in a second.

“You know that you’re the only one I want too, right?” He asked, referring to the previous conversation you had. Did you know? You felt like it was news to you.

“Now I know.” You answered. He kissed your cheek and said something before falling asleep.

“Now you know.”

You found it funny how Yoongi was the one to blame for all those thoughts but also the only one who could make them disappear. You fell asleep right after him, deciding not to torture yourself with any more questions, at least for tonight.

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Hello, darlings! I know it's been a hot minute. School year started up and kiddos are crazy! Please enjoy the new chapter!--- chaotic puff

It took two days of rotting and sending both Yoongi and her guards into a frenzy of worry before Margot felt almost like herself again. By her third day she was up and dressed before Yoongi had even begun to stir. The past two days had taken their toll on him as well.

According to her security team, Yoongi had finally gotten the situation at work that had kept him at the “office” until late had finally been taken care of, but between work and his near panic about her rotting away, he was exhausted. When Margot woke up, Yoongi had still been asleep beside her, dead to the world, and that is where she’d left him.

Margot had crept down to the kitchen in the quiet hours of the morning. With Yoongi home, her security team was nowhere in sight, though she was sure that they were lingering somewhere in the building even if they weren’t in the penthouse.

Much to her surprise, Margot found that she quite enjoyed the penthouse when she was alone and all was quiet. Early morning light filtering through the windows was gentle and cast a soothing glow around the space. Curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, she could almost forget that she was a prisoner as she looked out across the city- almost but not quite.

There was still a lingering feeling of unease, an undercurrent to her peaceful morning that told her this wasn’t her home or her choice. It spurred her up from her position on the couch in search of the front door. She hadn’t set foot near it in the few days she’d been at the penthouse. There hadn’t been an opportunity. Either her guards or Yoongi were always with her. With so many eyes watching her every move, she hadn’t been able to investigate the entry to her cell or take in what measures had been put in place to keep her inside.

Much to her surprise, the door didn’t seem as though it had any over the top security systems in place. It was an ordinary door with an ordinary lock system. There didn’t even seem to be anything that kept her locked in from the inside aside from the run of the mill easily undone measures that every lock had.

Tentatively, Margot turned the handle, barely breathing as the door swung open revealing the narrow hall to the elevator and emergency stairs. It also revealed Chul waiting outside scrolling on his phone.

She had to suppress a snicker at the way he fumbled and snapped to attention as he noticed her standing in the open doorway.

“Buin!” He stuttered a little over the honorific. “Is there anything you need, ma’am?”

“No.” she shrugged, knowing full well her lackadaisical escape plan was no more. “Yoongi is still asleep and no one was around. I was exploring.”

Chul nodded, not entirely convinced by her explanation. “I see. Is there anywhere you’d like to go, ma’am?” He asked, giving her clothes a skeptical once over. “

“Not particularly.” she shrugged again. “We do need new dishes though. His are an awful shade of white.” she sighed to herself.

“We could head out as soon as you are ready, ma’am.” Chul stated with a smile. “The boss has said we can take you anywhere you’d like to go and left a credit card for any expenses.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn’t been aware that Yoongi was so prepared for her to venture into the world. Despite his overtures that she was not a prisoner, she hadn’t really expected him to keep his word on that matter.

“A credit card…” she repeated slowly as though she hadn’t quite heard him correctly. “like for shopping?”

“Yes, buin.” Chul smiled brightly. “We just have to tell the boss we’re headed out, and we’ll be fine.”

“He’s asleep right now.” she shrugged, not really put out by the fact that they wouldn’t be going out. She hadn’t truly believed they would to begin with.

“No, he’s not.” Yoongi’s soft, grumbly voice called from the direction of the entryway. Within a moment, his arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her in as he rested his chin against her shoulder. “Good morning, jagiya.”

She sighed in resigned irritation, but made no move to try to remove his arms. The effort would have been futile. Over the past few days she’d found that Yoongi was extremely clingy when he’d first woken up. Trying to get out of his embrace when he was like this was like trying to remove a barnacle.

“And where are you going, my love?” He murmured, nuzzling into her shoulder, the action sending an unpleasant shiver down her spine.

“Out.” She replied tersely, shoulders tense as he remained draped over her.

He huffed out a little chuckle. “Out where?”

“Out shopping. Your dishes are horrible.”

That earned her a full laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with my dishes.”

“They’re horrendous.”

Slowly, Yoongi untangled himself from her with a gummy smile that told everyone present how little he cared about the dishware. “If you want new dishes, we can get new dishes.”

Margot shot him a disgruntled look.

“There is no we. Your taste in dishware is horrible. You will have no part in this.”

“Is that so?” He asked with a raised brow.

“You kidnapped me. The least you can do is let me pick out my own dishes.” Her tone and expression were flat as she addressed him, completely void of any and all expression.

A wide, gummy grin spread over Yoongi’s features as he processed her words.

While she may have been trying to dissuade him from coming on her half-baked excursion, in his eyes it was a sign of her settling in. To him, this was Margot signaling that she wanted to make the space her own. If she was investing the time and effort to change aspects of the apartment, she wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.

“Nest to your heart’s content, love.”

Yoongi pressed a kiss to her hairline before stepping away from her entirely.

“Grab your shoes, jagi. I’ll get ready, and then we’ll head out.”

Margot froze, shooting him a look of complete consternation. “You’re not coming.”

“Of course I am. We’ve barely gotten to spend any time together.” Margot made a face, but held her tongue. “And I want to see what you pick.”

“You can see when we get back.” she pointed out stubbornly, trying to deter him despite knowing he was not one to be easily dissuaded.

Yoongi chuckled, ducking back in to place another quick kiss to her cheek. “Not a chance, jagi.”

Margot wiped her cheek in disgust. He’d been overly affectionate since the moment of their acquaintance, and for the most part she could brush it off, but the kisses were off-putting. There was only so much of the casual intimacy that she could take before it became too much to bear.

“We’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” Yoongi informed Chul, softly pushing Margot back into the confines of the apartment as he did.

“Of course, sir. I’ll have the car waiting. Will you be driving yourself today?”

Yoongi paused, mulling it over for a moment. “I’ll drive.”

“You don’t have to come.” Margot grumbled as Yoongi closed the door behind them.

All the humor had left his features as he assessed her now. Instead a small furrow marred the spot between his brows, and his lips set themselves in a grim line.

“I don’t like waking up without you.” He grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his tired features. “I thought, for a moment, that you were gone again.”

For a moment, Margot could have sworn that she heard the slightest wobble in his voice, but it was so faint that she couldn’t be sure.

“Would if I could.” she muttered, under her breath, moving further into the penthouse and away from Yoongi.

Yoongi was quick to catch up, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest, eliciting a small “eep” from Margot at the unexpected motion.

“I love you.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck with a smirk as a shiver went down Margot’s spine.

“Gross.” she huffed, pushing his arms away and deeply regretting the choice to wear her hair up. It provided him with far too much access when his intrusive thoughts told him to do something affectionate as though they were a couple. “That’s a bad decision on your part.”

“I think it’s an excellent decision.”

She shook her head sadly as she ventured towards the bedroom in search of shoes with Yoongi trailing behind her.

“So many, many bad decisions.”

Once they reached the bedroom, she headed for the closet while Yoongi headed towards the bathroom.

“I’ll grab a quick shower and get ready, and then we can go. Okay, jagi?”

“Or you could not come!” she called back as she began her single minded search for the particular pair of shoes that she had in mind.

“Not a chance, jagi!” he called back.

When Yoongi said a quick shower, he meant a quick shower. It was barely even ten minutes later when he emerged hair damp with a towel wrapped around his waist as he searched for his own clothes for the day.

“Jesus, Yoongi!” Margot shrieked, throwing her hands over her eyes. “Put some fucking clothes on!”

Yoongi shot her a smirk that she couldn’t see. “I’m not shy, sweetheart. Look all you want.”

“Pervert!”

Margot made her way out of the closet, scurrying quickly out of the bedroom entirely so as to avoid any more sightings of Yoongi in his towel. She didn’t need to be thinking about how much muscle he’d gained since college or the fact that he looked very very good without his shirt on. Part of her thought that Yoongi must have done it on purpose. He was always pushing the boundaries of where their nonexistent relationship actually was with actions that he thought matched the intimacy of the relationship they had in his head denoted.

It unnerved her just how domestic Yoongi made the entire kidnapping seem. Even today, he was acting as if this was a normal outing to pick dishware for their first home together. He’d called it nesting. In reality it was just a plot to spend his money on things he didn’t actually need and to get rid of the sanatorium white dishes she so despised. But it wasn’t the first thing that Yoongi had done that was domestic either.

Yoongi treated her as if they had been a couple for years. If one ignored the fact that he was a criminal and a kidnapper, you could almost believe that they had been a couple for years. He cooked. He placed sweet kisses on every innocuous piece of skin he could reach. He had even gotten out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to make her tea in an effort to help her get back to sleep. It was almost sickening in its domesticity, and yet he didn’t seem to find any problem with it. But he was the one who had kidnapped her after all. This was what he wanted.

“Are you ready, jagiya?” Yoongi asked, appearing out of nowhere and causing Margot to jump as he startled her.

“You need a bell or something.” she hissed, her hand pressed over her heart, feeling the muscles rapid rhythm against the palm of her hand.

“Noted.” The little smirk stretched across his lips earned him a glare from Margot. “Are you ready?”

“I’d be more ready if you weren’t coming.”

“You look lovely, jagi.”

“Flatterer.”

Margot marched out of the room towards the door with Yoongi following closely behind.

As irritated as she was to have Yoongi coming along, she was also incredibly relieved to be getting to leave the confines of the penthouse. Now that her period of rotting in bed was over, she could clearly tell that the days cooped up in the penthouse had done her no good, and she desperately wanted to feel the sun on her skin and to interact with people who were not Yoongi or her babysitters.

“Slow down, jagi.” Yoongi caught her hand, forcing her to slow down her brisk stride. “There’s no rush.”

“Says the one who’s been outside in the past few days.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that. “You aren’t a prisoner, jagi. You are allowed outside.”

“Not unaccompanied.” She pointed out lightly tugging at her hand as it remained in his grip though the movement did little to loosen his hold.

“It’s not so bad,” he shrugged. “Which you would know if you’d attempted to go outside before.”

Margot pursed her lips, keeping a snippy retort leashed behind her teeth as he poked at her though Yoongi quickly took note of the sour look on her face.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “That was unkind.”

“We can’t all be feisty heroines, Yoongi.” She replied softly. “Some of us need time to grieve what we’ve lost before we push boundaries.”

“I’m sorry.”

Margot tilted her head to the side, assessing Yoongi as she thought about his apology.

It wasn’t one that she needed or particularly wanted, but it had been given none the less. What she really wanted from him was something she knew he wouldn’t give. No one went through the trouble of taking someone prisoner just to let them go a few days later without getting what they wanted, and Margot certainly hadn’t given him what he wanted. She doubted he’d let her leave even if she did play along. If anything it would only feed into his delusions more.

And yet despite his delusions, he was genuinely sorry for causing her grief. It was maddening and sweet all at once, but mostly it was just maddening.

“I don’t need your apologies, Yoongi. I just want to go home.”

“You know that’s not an option, jagi.” His expression shuttered, the softness leaving his features as he steeled himself against the grief in her eyes, the soft pleading in her tone.

Just as his expression changed, hers did as well. All gentle pleading left her as quickly as it had come replaced by squared shoulders and a defiant glint shining in her eye.

“Still not your jagi.” she tossed over her shoulder as she moved towards the entryway once more. “Not your anything really.”

“Whatever you say, jagiya.” he chuckled, trailing after her.

Margot couldn’t stop moving as the elevator took them down to the street level. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, shifted her weight from one side to the other. Her fingers played with the bracelet on her wrist, twisting it over and over again. Part of her was certain that this was a joke, that Yoongi would take them right back inside when they reached the lobby, but despite that nagging negativity in the back of her mind, she was vibrating with excitement at the idea of being outside and the possibilities it presented.

Suddenly Margot stopped all movement, turning her attention to Yoongi as the elevator opened on the ground floor.

“Can I have my phone back?” she asked, stepping out of the elevator with him.

“Your phone?”

She nodded, giving him a look that suggested in no subtle way that the answer to that question should have been obvious. “My phone. I haven’t seen it since you kidnapped me, and I’m sure that there are people looking for me. My disappearance right before I was supposed to head to the countryside is highly suspicious you know.”

Yoongi scoffed out a sort of half laugh. “Want to contact your detective friend?”

“Namjoon-ssi?” Margot cocked her head to the side analyzing his expression her eyes widening as she puzzled out whatever she saw there. “You’re jealous!” She declared, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“Of course not.” he scoffed, averting his eyes. “Why would I be jealous of some no name detective?”

“You’re totally jealous.”

“He took you on a date.” he grumbled as he led her outside to where the black SUV he typically drove was waiting for them.

“Yeah, to get me out of having to talk to you.” Margot slipped into the passenger seat as Yoongi held the door open for her. “You’re jealous.”

Yoongi scoffed again, closing her door and moving towards his side of the car. “I have nothing to be jealous of. I’m far better than some no-name detective.”

“I don’t know. I actually like Namjoon’s company. Can’t say the same about you though.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous, jagiya?” he asked, leveling her with an unamused look as he slipped into the driver’s seat.

“Nope.” she leaned back, putting special emphasis on the ‘p’ with a little pop as she spoke. “Your feelings of jealously have no affect on me what-so-ever.”

“Careful, jagi. You won’t like me when I’m jealous.” he warned, his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

“I don’t like you currently.” she shrugged.

“Careful, love.” he warned again. “Now, where would you like to go?”

“Somewhere that sells non-horrible dishware.”

part 16

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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In the spirit of the season I thought I’d give the first chapter of this new fic to you all 🤗 I haven’t fully worked out the specific day, but I’ll be posting a chapter a week after the new year so stay tuned! 💜

Ch. 1: Love

Time seems slow when you’re in the middle of it. Even slower when you’re looking forward to something. Yoongi spent 21 months away from his home, his members, Army, his family, and his girlfriend who he had only been dating 3 short months before he had to leave.

Yoongi and Hyeri had known each other before, both being under Hybe as artists. Na Hyeri, stage name: Rainbow, began her idol career with a short lived girl group called Two Piece under a much smaller company. The group disbanded after just two mini albums, and a lot of attention thanks to their company infamously mishandling everything from money to the artist’s safety and well-being. When the smoke died down, Hyeri signed with Hybe as a solo artist and has made a name for herself in the few years since her solo debut.

She first met Yoongi when he produced a song that she performed for a tourism campaign. The song made waves across social media and beyond and Hyeri found herself gaining a mass of new fans. The first time they ran into each other after the campaign took off, Hyeri jokingly thanked Yoongi for the new fans. That turned into an hour long conversation that was the beginning of a new relationship.

After endless texts, phone calls, and sneaking to see each other around the company building whenever they could, they became official. To themselves mostly and close family and friends. Yoongi told the rest of the members and Hyeri told her best friends and former bandmates, Haeun and Minji. To the rest of the world they’re just label mates who worked on a song together.

Being under the same company made things easy. Moving in together 2 months later made things even easier. Yoongi’s enlistment however, made things harder.

For 21 months Hyeri lived alone waiting for Yoongi with the rest of the world. His few vacation times never seemed long enough and his discharge date seemed like it was centuries away.

Then he was back. And just like that those 21 months didn’t seem so bad after all. Things were as they had been before with all seven of them back together again.

Hyeri had begun taking more and more acting jobs so she was fairly busy, but always left a note and a snack for Yoongi when she’d leave before him. Other times she would give him a soft kiss when she’d come home late and find him already asleep. Yoongi always sent her a meal if she were home and he wasn’t. The nights he spent in his studio instead of home he would make up for with more gifts than necessary. Jewelry, stuffed animals, posters of himself, and the occasional pair of shoes despite him telling her he wouldn’t buy her shoes since she already has so many.

Once the group’s big post-military comeback had concluded, Yoongi felt truly happy. He was back with his brothers making music and seeing Army again, and he had his girlfriend by his side who he’s deeply in love with. All felt right in the world.

Yoongi had begun working on new music for the group’s upcoming full length album. He’s been in his studio much more instead of home, but it’s not too bad. Hyeri finished shooting her small parts in a drama she was cast in and had begun working on a couple of songs for the soundtrack. When she was done recording for the day, she would come by Yoongi’s studio and spend as much time there as she could since she knows he may not come home that night.

This day is like any other. Hyeri finished her final recording session and dropped by Yoongi’s studio with a dinner of his favorite cheat meal, noodles. They both sit on his couch eating, chatting, and cuddling a bit once they’ve cleared their bowls.

“I think this may have been my last recording session,” Hyeri says with her legs rested across Yoongi’s lap.

“So you’re really going to do it?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I know it’s going to suck and you’re going to hate it, but I just…” she pauses and looks up at his face. He may be expressionless, but she knows that’s just him trying to hide his disappointment.

“Hybe is more of a music company, you know that,” she continues. “I just really think I’ll have much better acting opportunities with JJS since they’re such a successful acting agency.”

JJS is one of the top entertainment agencies in the acting world. They house some of the best entertainers in the industry, from romance movie heartthrobs, variety show comedians who have become household names, and even action movie baddies. Hyeri had been looking into switching companies so that she can embark on her new career as a full time actress. She’s gotten a number of roles through Hybe already. Mostly a few commercials and a couple of small cameos in tv shows. For her, switching to JJS could mean finally getting her breakout opportunity to send her acting career soaring.

“I know we won’t get to see each other like this anymore,” she says. “But we’ll still see each other at home. Don’t be mad,” she pouts.

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi says caressing her leg. “I told you before I would support you no matter what you decide.”

“But you still don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. We’ll see each other at home, right?”

“We never see each other at home,” she pouts more.

“You just said…” he chuckles shaking his head and pulls her closer to him. “We’ll make it work. I want you to follow your dreams. Don’t hold yourself back because of me.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with it? Do you think it will make things hard?”

“Not as hard as me being away for 21 months,” he chuckles. “Trust me.”She nods and he gives her a reassuring kiss.

Hyeri goes back and forth on whether she’s making the right decision. Yoongi constantly tells her she is but she’s struggling to believe it. She spends less time in the company building since she’s not working on anything and will be leaving soon. That means she’s been home alone a lot. It’s nothing new to her, but she’s starting to realize how hard it may actually be. Especially when she starts working again.

Yoongi is the perfect support for her. He keeps her sane and assures her that he’ll stand by her no matter what she does or where she goes. Sure it will come with challenges, but he knows they can make it work.

Things start off fine. News of Hyeri signing with JJS was met with lots of support from her fans. She immediately landed a small supporting role in a movie and Yoongi couldn’t be happier for her.

Shooting on the movie began and that became the true test of their relationship. They rarely saw each other. When one of them would leave or come home, the other would be asleep. Yoongi would even spend less time in his studio so he could be home on the off chance that she gets there early. She never did and he would spend another night falling asleep alone.

It’s frustrating for them both to be so close yet so far from each other. Yoongi has completed the majority of his work on the songs for their new album. Even with endless recording and dance practices, he still can’t seem to find enough to do to keep his mind off of the empty space in his bed that smells like Hyeri.

They text when they can but it’s never enough. They miss each other and start to feel like they were able to talk to each other more when he was in the military. No matter how hard they try or how bad they want it, they can never seem to get their schedules to line up.

One day that finally changes. A month into Hyeri’s shoot, and about a month before Yoongi embarks on another BTS comeback era, they find an overlap in free time in their schedules. Yoongi had a gap in his schedule that gave him a bit of free time. He typically would spend that time in his studio. However, Hyeri had a last minute cancellation that gave her the rest of the evening off.

Yoongi only has an hour to see Hyeri so he rushes out and tells her to meet him at a nearby restaurant for dinner. He would rather see her at home so they can be in private, but the further he has to go, the less time that will leave him with Hyeri. He’s so desperate that he doesn’t want to lose a second.

Since time is limited and privacy is important, Yoongi chose a small snack food place that he and the members had been going to for many years. They always have a table in the back away from the public eye for them. It’s private enough and a quick meal.

Yoongi arrives at the restaurant first. He doesn’t have to wait long before Hyeri arrives, though to him it felt like hours. She looks around a moment then runs to give Yoongi a long kiss filled with so much pent up longing.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in years,” Hyeri says kissing him again.

“I missed you,” he says stealing one more kiss before she takes her seat across from him.

“I wish we had time but I’ll take this over nothing,” she says quickly scanning the menu. “There’s so much I want to tell you about the movie shoot! It’s been so much fun and everyone has been really cool. I really think I made the right choice. I just wish it didn’t keep me away from you so much.”

“I know, Bow,” he says, calling her by the shortened version of her stage name, Rainbow. “You’ll have more time once the shooting is done. Then even more time when you finish all the promos.”

“I know, baby, but aren’t you guys going on your world tour around the time I finish shooting? I know things haven’t been finalized yet, but we really wouldn’t have much time together before you’re off traveling the world.”

Yoongi knows she’s right and it breaks his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. Their server comes by to take their order before he can think of something to say to make her feel better.

After placing their order and sitting in silence a few moments, Yoongi reaches across the table and takes Hyeri’s small hands into his.

“I wish I could take you with me,” he says forcing a smile.

“I don’t know,” she chuckles trying to lighten the mood. “You might get sick of me then.”

“I won’t get sick of you,” he chuckles. “Even when you’re annoying, you’re still beautiful.”

“Are you trying to romance me, Mr. Min?” She jokes.

“I was only stating a fact,” he chuckles.

“Admit it, Yoon-gya, you like me,” she laughs calling him by the nickname that never fails to make him laugh.

When Hyeri first met Jin he was speaking so fast she could hardly understand him. When she heard him shout “Yoongi-ah” it sounded like “Yoon-gya” to her. After they began dating she asked Yoongi why Jin calls him “Yoon-gya”. Yoongi was confused at first, but once he realized what she was saying he never let it go. In return she calls him that whenever she’s messing with him.

“I love you,” he chuckles. “But still…you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, babe.” She shakes her head knowing he should know better. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to take more than an enlistment and a world tour to get rid of me.”

He gives her hands a light squeeze and flashes his gummy smile in happiness. Both of them are soaking up each other’s presence in this rare moment they have together. They continue talking about work and things they haven’t been able to tell through text. Their food arrives and they continue chatting as they eat.

That hour is much too short. It only felt like a few minutes to them, but they look and now it’s time for Yoongi to return to the office for his scheduled recording session. It’s hard for them to let each other go. They stand in front of the restaurant lingering a moment trying to find the courage to leave.

“I’ll try to stay up for you,” Hyeri says.

“Hopefully we can make it quick. I’ll come straight home once I’m done.” He reaches for her hand out of habit briefly forgetting that they’re out on the street. She doesn’t stop him though. She takes his hand for just a brief moment to feel his warmth a second longer, then let’s go.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she smiles. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he smiles.

They both head to their cars and go off their separate ways. They hate to leave after finally getting a moment of togetherness. That only gives Yoongi a much greater sense of urgency the rest of the evening.

When he returns to the studio it’s clear to everyone he’s trying to get things done quickly. He has no time for small talk or getting off track with mindless conversations. The sooner this is done the better.

“Hyung,” Jimin says exiting the recording booth. “Take it easy. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“She’s waiting for me,” Yoongi says with no further explanation.

“Ah,” Jimin nods. He knows exactly what Yoongi means. He knows what Hyeri means to Yoongi so he doesn’t need any further explanation. “Get in there and finish up then.”

Before Yoongi, Jimin is the last one to finish recording. Now that he’s done he switches places with Yoongi to help things move along faster. Jimin doesn’t mind staying a bit later so Yoongi can get home. It takes a little longer than Yoongi would like, but he finally finishes and rushes off to go home without giving Jimin a second look. Jimin follows him out and simply laughs to himself at how flustered his hyung is. He knows Yoongi is in deep.

Yoongi returns home at 1am hoping Hyeri is still awake. When he steps inside all of the lights are off and he fears he may be too late. That is, until he reaches the bedroom and he can hear the shower running.

Hyeri had just gotten in the shower after finishing a late meal. She was fighting her sleep in hopes that Yoongi would be home soon. She decided to hop in the shower in an attempt to stay awake just a little longer.

She leans her head back and closes her eyes as the water runs through her hair and down her back. The warm water is relaxing so she stands there not moving for a few moments. She takes a deep breath and just then she can feel a hand on her waist.

She opens her eyes to see Yoongi entering the shower and pulling her close to his bare body. She isn’t sure how he managed to get home and get undressed without her hearing a thing, but it doesn’t matter. She instantly wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re still awake,” Yoongi says in a low tone. “I feel like I haven’t gotten to hold you in way too long.”

“I know,” she says kissing him again. “I never knew I could miss you so much when we live together.”

He feels the same but rather than saying so, he pulls her in tighter for a heavier kiss. His hands trace every wet part of her body until he reaches between her legs and softly teases her clit. He lives for the breathy moan she lets out at the feeling of him. The sound he’s missed, the feel he’s missed, the taste he’s missed. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

He continues kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and swallowing every sound of hers until he presses her back against the shower wall. His level of arousal is almost unbearable in this moment. So many missed connections and lonely nights are overflowing and poking her pelvis in the process.

“I love you so much, Bow,” he growls lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispers anticipating his entry that is much desired.

He presses her into the wall harder and takes his tongue on a tour of her neck and chest until he reaches her tits. He loves to see her like this. Melting in his arms and breathing heavily for what he’s about to give her.

He fills her up slowly sending waves of heat through her body until he can’t go any further. He pauses in place and stares her down. He could die in her big brown eyes that are staring up at him with lustful anticipation.

He starts slowly. Easing in and out of her delicately as if she were made of porcelain. In his mind she is. Right now, she’s his beautiful porcelain doll that he’ll never break.

“You feel so good,” he whispers taking her lips again.

She tightens her hold around his neck and arches her back pressing her chest into him more. It’s her silent way of telling him she wants it faster and harder. She wants his love to break her.

He takes the hint and picks up speed while pressing her harder against the shower wall. Her unsteady breaths fuel his powerful strokes more and more. Her moans sing a song that he’ll never get tired of. He can feel that overwhelming pressure within him getting closer to exploding out of every part of him.

The way her nails dig into the back of his neck lets him know she’s just about to lose it. He’s just about to lose it. Her pussy tightens around him sucking his oxygen out.

He growls at her, becoming more relentless and desperate with each stroke.

“I love you so fucking much,” she pants.

The rhythm of his hips sends her over the moon. Her nails dig deeper into his skin as she searches for some bit of stability. He lets out a deep purr when his muscles start to tense and his vision begins to fade.

“I love you,” she repeats kissing his neck. She continues to hang on to him until his hips slow to a stop and his purrs decrease to heavy breaths.

“I love you too, Hyeri,” he says once he has his voice back.

He slides out of her and kisses her softly. She lowers her leg from around his waist and smiles up at him.

“I don’t think I’ll have trouble falling asleep tonight,” she says.

“Good,” he says nipping at her bottom lip. “You only have about three hours before you have to leave.”

“Perfect,” she sarcastically huffs dreading her very early call time that she could have been well rested for had she not stayed up waiting for Yoongi. “I guess I should get to bed then.”

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Calico: Masterlist

Summary: Now that he is a successful business owner and financially stable, Yoongi felt it was finally time to welcome a hybrid into his home. What he didn’t expect, was a chance meeting with the young calico that would steal his heart.

Pairing: CEO Yoongi x Calico hybrid OC.

Additional pairings: Jin x Wolf hybrid Namjoon, Taehyung x Cat hybrid Jimin

Rating: Mostly PG but some chapters later on will be M18+

Genre: Fluff, occasional angst, potential smut

Notes: Female oc, non idol au, other pairings are only briefly mentioned.

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BTS - The Night Before (Suga x Jeong-sun) & (J-Hope x Nana)

Contains: Fluff, some angst. Mentions of RM and V.

Set shortly after ‘The Final Shift’ and ‘Flower Arrangements’, Jeong-sun spends the night before her wedding at Hoseok and Nana’s apartment.

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She almost didn’t spot him at first. The sky outside the sliding door was a murky blue, signalling the first sign of dusk, and his silhouette on the patio porch blended almost seamlessly with the treeline beyond the brick wall at the end of the tiny garden. Jeong-sun had checked the studio twice already, certain he would be there. But the piano lay still in the dark, no sheets of music or writing littering its surface. She hadn’t heard him play for a week at least, though she supposed she knew why.

The door was slightly ajar and she pushed it gently; a soft trail of cigarette smoke danced through the gap as he exhaled silently.

“Get lost?” She gently called, not wanting to startle him.

He looked around, a smile playing on his lips, before turning back to face the small square of grass in the centre of the concrete. Jeong-sun had noted with some amusement, in the short time she had been living with him, that he kept the patch meticulously mowed come rain or shine. He wasn’t overtly prideful about it; after all, there were no flowerbeds to be seen along its edges, but maintaining it came as easily to him as brushing his teeth.

“I’m sorry, just thinking…” He said.

“Good things I hope.” Jeong-sun retorted, though a touch of uncertainty clouded the edges of her voice. She remained still for a moment, tongue subconsciously prodding the inside of her cheek as she clutched a mug of tea between her fingers, before quietly joining him on the step. He’d had his hair cut neatly the day before, cropping it shorter than she had seen it in a few months, and she brushed the ends lovingly as he took another pull on the cigarette, the red tip dancing briefly in the air, before dropping to his side.

“I haven’t seen you smoke in a while.” She commented, without judgment but unable to help the curiosity in her voice.

He looked at her, suddenly aware of his surroundings for the first time in twenty minutes, and smiled, a little aloofly. “Old habits.” He murmured, glancing down as though considering another drag, before deciding against it.

“It’s a nice night.” Her hand touched his covered arm, rubbing it gently.

“Yeah…”

She realised at once there was something more on his mind…more than the deluge of thoughts and emotions that had been running through hers for the past twenty four hours, and she pushed at it lightly, voice soft.

“Have you heard from Namjoon?”

She expected a sigh, but there came none. “No…” He said quietly in a tone that was hard to read. “Maybe he can’t get to his phone.”

She nodded deftly. “I’m sure that’s it.” If there was doubt in her voice, she hid it well and he didn’t seem to notice.

“It was quite short notice.” He admitted, almost to himself.

She rubbed his arm once, feeling the cotton sleeve beneath her palm. “I’m glad you changed your mind.” She paused. “At least…I think you’ll be glad later.”

“Tae hasn’t gotten back either.”

The disappointment was now evident, though not enough to dour his mood. Still, she sensed the cigarettes hadn’t been an accident like he had claimed - there were at least four other butts visible on the patio below.

“Is that why you’re stressed?” She asked; fingertips brushing along his sleeve comfortingly.

“I’m not stressed.” He turned to her. “Not really.”

She saw at once it was true and felt relieved. Eyes swimming with mirth, she reached for the almost-out cigarette, slipping it from between his fingers and taking her own tokenary drag, exhaling slowly into the still evening evening air, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yoongi took her other hand, fingers pressing against hers.

“What time’s Hoseok picking you up?” He asked.

She checked her watch, the pearlescent face shimmering in the soft glow of the living room behind them. “Half an hour.”

Yoongi laughed breathily. “He’ll be early.” He warned.

“What will you do?” Jeong-sun asked softly, both curious and a little sympathetic.

He shrugged non committedly. “Early night.”

She nodded, not surprised now she thought of it. “Don’t be late.” She quipped.

“I won’t.” He replied seriously.

She sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

He shook his head at once, mouth twisting. “Hoseok and Nana will have something planned.”

“I was worried about that.” She murmured dryly.

Yoongi laughed, grinning to himself. Still he squeezed her hand in reassurance. “You’ll enjoy yourself.”

“Last night of freedom.” She taunted, eyebrows raised.

He flashed his teeth. “I doubt they’ve hired a stripper.”

She rolled her eyes, though matched his smile. “No, but Seulgi might bark all night. I’ll lose my beauty sleep.”

“Is your mom coming in the morning?”

“My brother’s picking her up from the airport tonight. She’ll stay with him.”

He nodded. “And your dad?”

“Meeting us there.” She turned to him. “I hear he’s bringing a friend.”

Yoongi watched her raise a single eyebrow playfully and sensed the meaning immediately. His chest seemed to warm, which surprised him. “A date?” He confirmed.

“I hope so. She owns a cafe by the river.” She looked back towards the end of the little garden, thinking to herself. “They’ve been friends for years.”

“Good for him.” He nodded solidly, realising how happy the news made him. He had only met her father twice, more recently when the older man came over to drop off some of Jeong-sun’s things, but the respect he had for him was immediate. It was more than the token gratitude he had been brought up to feel when respecting one's elders, and perhaps even more than a quiet sort of fondness he had for the way the man had helped raise Jeong-sun. He had seen a lot of himself in the private way he had carried himself; the mourning he had subtly witnessed for Jeong-sun’s mother who was very much still alive. He realised, this whole time, he had wanted him to be happy.

They once more fell silent, his eyebrows knitting together. She could tell there was something on his mind and made a neutral sound between her lips, urging him to speak.

“I didn’t write a speech.” He admitted, sorrily.

“Me neither.”

“I didn’t know what to say…” He looked away, across the garden where the shadows now grew in length. “At least in front of other people.” Pausing, he shook his head. “I couldn’t do it justice.” Slowly, he turned back to her. “I’ve always told you how I feel…” Yoongi paused, hesitating. “Maybe not well enough at first.” The tinge of doubt in his voice made her want to reach for him, touch him. But still, she held back. “I love you so much.” He finished, almost urgently.

“You’ll make me cry.” She smiled, meaning it to sound playful but unable to help the knot which seemed to form in her throat.

He turned to look at her straight, squeezing her hand tightly, reassuringly. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ve always known.” She reassured him, pressing back against his fingers.

“I can’t put it into words…”

“Me neither.” She quietly agreed, smiling in understanding. “I just know…” Her eyes stang a little, though she let them. “I can’t wait to be married to you.”

He smiled in response, though fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. “Do you think it will feel any different?”

“I don’t know…” Her mouth curled. “Ask me tomorrow?”

They sat side by side for a while, before deciding, almost in unison, to move to the front, where they would get a better view of the rapidly changing sky and watch out for Hoseok’s arrival. Yoongi left the sliding doors unlocked and Jeong-sun eyed the half-empty pack of Marlboros on the porch, undoubtedly waiting for his return once she left. The thought didn’t trouble her. He seemed as able to pick up the habit and quit again as she had once done jobs during her university years, and she sensed that whatever urge had driven him to the step in the evening twilight, it was serving to comfort him a little. It would be a long night to spend alone.

The front of the house was equally quiet which surprised her for this time of year. As the days grew longer there were usually some signs of activity from the street; people going to parties or into town for the evening, but on this occasion the environment seemed to match their introspective mood. That was, until they heard the approaching tyres of the Porsche as it slid around the bend in the street. Window down, they heard Hoseok’s voice before they fully saw him.

“Aw, you’re holding hands!”

They both looked down, almost unaware of the fact as the younger man parked smoothly against the curb,

“I’m allowed…” Yoongi retorted dryly before turning to Jeong-sun. “Are you all packed?”

“It’s in the hallway.” She conformed, slowly getting to her feet.

“We’ll take care of her.” Hoseok reassured as the young woman went back in the house.

Yoongi nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

She returned a moment later, struggling a little with the holdall which seemed packed to the brim. Jeong-sun, in a last minute rush, had indecisively packed both her hair straighteners and her curling prongs, not sure which she wanted. He slipped the strap a little further up her arm, resting it firmly against her shoulder.

“So this is it?” She whispered quietly, unsure whether she felt nervous or relieved.

Yoongi looked at her softly and nodded. “Until tomorrow.” He murmured.

“I’ll be there.” She smiled.

“I hope so.”

They leaned in, kissing each other with a surprising tenderness, forgetting they were being watched as their bodies pressed together, her bag nestling between them a little awkwardly as he cupped her cheek. Slowly, he pulled away. The beams from Hoseok’s car lit the street and he sensed the other man’s eagerness to take Jeong-sun to whatever strange fate awaited her back at Nana’s apartment.

“Oh! You’re not married yet!” Hoseok called playfully as their bodies moved apart.

“Piss off.” Yoongi murmured casually, making the other man grin with delight.

Jeong-sun flashed an almost sympathetic look, though it was herself she was feeling sorry for, before slipping her bag in the back of the strangely small car, tucking it behind the front seats. Yoongi watched her get in, standing still on the stoop at the front of the house as she waved to him through the window. The car slowly took off, her dark hair just visible as they turned away and Yoongi waited until they were both out of sight before going inside.

***

“Absolutely not.” Jeong-sun said, a smile playing on her lips. The small, cluttered kitchen smelt strongly of chicken and vegetables, the scent had hit her as soon as she walked through the door, but the oversized pan bubbling on the stove was not what she was referring to.

Hoseok’s eyes widened in excitement. “I’ve tried them before. It’s really good for your complexion.”

The younger woman’s face remained neutral. “Is that so?”

Nana quickly piped up, mixing the thick concoction in the plastic tub with a plastic spatula. The label on the outside showed Jeong-sun it had once held Neapolitan ice cream, though its faded surface suggested it was more used for other purposes. “I learned how to do them at a natural workshop. The teacher said it’s a secret Scandinavian recipe.”

“Is there something wrong with my complexion?” Jeong-sun blinked, not meaning to be serious, but the couple’s faces turned to alarm.

“No!” They both cried in unison. Hoseok immediately stepped forward,

“We just thought it would be nice.” He wrapped his arm around her comfortingly before straightening up, his chest puffing a little. “I certainly want to look my best for tomorrow!”

“But if you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal.” Nana quickly added.

Jeong-sun sighed internally, realising not following their carefully organised plans would certainly lead them to overthink the evening, and dour the mood. “No…” She uttered, giving in. “I’ll try.”

Hoseok stepped away joyfully, uncurling himself from her frame. “Nana made your cake! Just as requested.”

“Carrot and walnut.” The older woman smiled, almost proudly.

“Yoongi says it’s your favourite.” Hoseok nodded.

Nana frowned. “Though not very traditional.”

Jeong-sun joined them by the kitchen counter, glancing sideways at the plate in the corner which she guessed was the object in question. Nana had covered the enormous mound with a chequered gingham cloth which fit well with the colourful decor of the kitchen. “Thank you.” She murmured, sincerely. “I guess we’re a bit counter for taste.” She admitted, lips turning up at the corner as she remembered the expression on Yoongi’s face when she had first ordered the delicacy, some years ago. They had visited a small bakery off the streets of Insa-dong one morning afternoon after work; his dark cap was as inconspicuous as her oversized sweater, but he had bought it for her and added another for himself just the same.

“I had to look it up. I’d never made it before.”

“She got the carrots from the balcony.” Hoseok gestured towards the kitchen, where a little row of planters could just be glimpsed beyond the old-fashioned net curtains.

“I had to supplement them with ones from the market.” Nana admitted sadly. “We can’t fit that many in the pot.”

Jeong-sun sighed. “I’m really grateful, but you didn’t have to.”

Nana’s eyes widened at once. “It’s my honour.”

Hoseok nodded eagerly. “She really means it.”

Jeong-sun saw from their matching expressions that it was true, not that she had doubted them. The pair always seemed so earnest in a way which seemed foreign and unfamiliar. Perhaps it was her own upbringing that caused her to view sincerity with distrust. Lost in thought, the sudden bubbling from the stove, which seemed to grow a notch louder, caught her attention as Nana turned down the heat.

“Dinner’s ready.” The older woman said, sliding the lid off the pan. The smell grew stronger and Jeong-sun peered at the contents with curiosity. A thin, brown liquid shimmered, rainbow-like, on the surface.

“Is that for us?” She asked, trying not to sound ungrateful.

“No.” Nana laughed, immediately catching the look of relief on Jeong-sun’s face.

“It’s for Seulgi.” Hoseok reassured, glancing sideways at the dog who sat quietly in the basket in the corner.

“It’s a type of broth. The dog loves it!” Nana reached down for the metal bowl by the dog bed and the canine sprung to life at the sound, wagging her tail eagerly.

Jeong-sun smirked, raising an eyebrow to herself. “Do you always cook for the dog?”

“She’s been poorly lately.” Nana sighed, bending down to pet her head. “Upset stomach.”

“I’m sure she’ll be alright tonight though.” Hoseok joined her side, giving the dog a reassuring stroke. “The vet says it’s just something she ate.”

“Where does the dog sleep?” Jeong-sun asked, trying to hide her apprehension. She didn’t dislike dogs exactly, she’d never been bitten or had one startle her, but having been without pets her whole life, she never really understood the infatuation with them. She’d considered getting a goldfish once upon a time, when she first moved into her apartment downtown, but she figured the company she’d get from its presence wouldn’t make up for the time she spent cleaning the tank.

“Not with us.” Nana quickly retorted.

The target of her statement gave a sorry look towards the canine, affectionately. “Aw…” Hoseok cooed. “She sometimes sleeps with us.”

“Not when she’s sick Hoseok!” Nana replied, a little harshly, making the man back away. Her tone suddenly lightened as she bent down and stroked the soft fur on Seulgi’s rump kindly. “She’s got a lovely bed downstairs.” She sang, almost soothingly, as though trying to convince the dog of the matter.

“And where am I sleeping?” Jeong-sun asked cautiously.

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Hoseok dismissed kindly.

“You’ll be comfy, I promise.” Nana added, straightening up now the food was served. Seulgi lapped at it hungrily.

“And no sneaking out in the middle of the night.” Hoseok wagged his finger scoldingly, though he grinned as he said it.

“To spend the last night with your husband to be…” Nana added, almost innocently.

“He’ll be fast asleep by then.” Jeong-sun admitted, hoping it was true. She hated the thought of Yoongi being kept awake by nerves.

“Masks!” Hoseok suddenly claimed, only just remembering as he picked up the discarded ice cream tub from the kitchen counter. The scent of bananas was overwhelming and Jeong-sun spotted the large slabs of fruit dancing on the surface of the pale formula. Nana, it seemed, had used a whole bunch. She silently took her cue to follow them into the adjoining living room where the T.V stood blaring a colourful film; the tone informed her it was old, from the 90s perhaps, with subtitles. A group of women in shoulderpads sat clustered around a table in the middle of a bar; their perms as subtle as the slices of bananas in the mask.

“Have you seen this before?” Hoseok asked, half watching the conversation on screen. The women’s accents were strong, even Jeong-sun could tell that, and a little familiar. She had never been to Australia, though her mother’s partner could be heard on the phone sometimes, asking her questions in the background. She thought that might be it.

“No.” Jeong-sun admitted.

“Oh, it’s great!” He beamed.

Nana glanced and smiled. “Hoseok’s discovered Abba.” She murmured approvingly. Jeong-sun didn’t quite get the reference until the next scene, when the music started; she recognised ‘Dancing Queen’, to which Hoseok gave an enthusiastic rendition.

Jeong-sun sat down on the little sofa, pulling aside the blanket which was covered in hair, with some disdain. “I’ll ask the DJ if he takes requests.”

Hoseok paused, eyes wide. “You hired a DJ?” He asked hopefully.

She looked at him with an expression Yoongi would have been familiar with. “No.”

His face dropped, disappointedly, before turning back to the screen.

“Min-seo sends her love.” Nana joined Jeong-sun on the sofa, obviously ignoring the now folded blanket which she sat on.

“You spoke to her?” Jeong-sun asked.

Nana nodded cheerfully. “She came around to help with the cake. She had to leave early to feed Eun-ju. She wishes she could have been here though.”

“Eun-ju’s grown so much!” Hoseok turned around just long enough to flash an affectionate smile. The scene on screen had once again moved on. It quickly dawned on Jeong-sun that the movie was also about a wedding and she wondered whether the choice had been deliberate.

“Min-seo’s picked her out a dress for tomorrow. She’ll look so cute.” Nana smiled, face half covered by the yellow mask. Jeong-sun hadn’t noticed her put it on.

Hoseok turned back, his attention drawn away from the film by the strong scent. “Do mine.” He pleaded, joining Jeong-sun closely on the other side of the sofa which hadn’t been designed for three grown people.

“Erm…” Jeong-sun handled the spatula nervously. “How much do you want?” Her lips curled. “One scoop or two?”

“Lay it on thick.” Hoseok beamed, moving his face forward, as though holding it out for her.

“He likes to eat it sometimes.” Nana smirked.

***

The film had finished with a predictably buoyant ending. Muriel had stood up to her bullies and headed for the airport, never to return. The movie made way to another foreign one; this about a time traveller in England who used his inherited powers to get the girl, though the trio seemed to quieten down once the masks had dried and the clock counted down to midnight. At some point Seulgi had made her way between them on the couch, her head resting against Hoseok’s thigh with a surprisingly human-like sigh. Unsurprisingly; Jeong-sun had gotten the rump end. Still, she stroked her fur casually, almost without realising. Sick or not, Nana hadn’t protested her presence.

Jeong-sun yawned without realising, stretching her back against the uncomfy back-rest. Her face felt tight beneath the mask; though she had gotten used to the fruity scent.

“Are you tired?” Hoseok asked, speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes.

Jeong-sun blinked sleepily, realising she was. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Did you pack your jammies?” He asked seriously. She looked at him; eyes wide beneath his thickly smeared mask, and laughed to herself. “Nana has some if you didn’t.” He added.

“I brought some.” Jeong-sun nodded. “Besides, I’m not sure Nana’s would fit.” She admitted with a shrug, casting an eye over the other woman’s tall, slender frame.

“They’re very versatile.” Hoseok commented, though Nana broke the conversation by getting to her feet, gently pushing the dog off the sofa. The canine yawned, stretching its long body before plopping heavily on the rug.

“I made up the bed for you.”

“Where will you sleep?” Jeong-sun asked.

“Here.” Nana pointed at the sofa, barely small enough for the three of them, without concern. Jeong-sun didn’t question how uncomfy they would be, she knew they would protest.

“Thank you.” She nodded kindly.

“And I’ll be up nice and early to get you ready.” Nana beamed, scooping up the now-empty ice cream tub from the side table and taking it into the kitchen.

“Me too!” Hoseok quickly added.

“Thanks.” Jeong-sun smiled. “That means a lot to me.”

Once the room was cleared Jeong-sun slowly made her way up the stairs, to the single master bedroom which was neatly made up compared to the rest of the apartment. She remembered the mask and considered going to the bathroom straight away, but instead slipped her phone from her jean pocket.

The photograph was unflattering but she didn’t care. The mask had set firmly against her features; a large slab of banana visible beneath her fringe, in the centre of her forehead. She tried not to laugh as she sent the picture, sitting comfortably down on the bed. I smell like banana. She typed, hitting send.

It occurred to her at once he might not be awake to see it, but predictably the reply came a moment later. Two single words. Dear Jesus.

She smiled to herself, wondering if she too would be able to sleep.

I love you.

Her phone pinged a second later, before she’d even had time to take off her socks.

I love you too.

***

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Yoonseon era

Summary: spending with yoongi was not on agenda but it seems like the more you try to run away from him, the more he runs towards you. Having a meal with yoongi is surprisingly more educating than you would expect it to be however when your answer seem to put some lives on line you are not sure if you should be scared or be nervous.

Warnings:none as of now would probably have more of it when the story proceeds, will probably have smut because why not, angst yes maybe, fluff oh Hella dozen of it, soft yoongi yes that's a Warning because I know most of us are gonna end up being delulu because of it, will contain death and a few more darker scenes in the near future, I swear I will try to keep the theme light for this one.

This specific chapter has mention of gore not much but brief, intended mention of death. That would be it and a glimpse of caring yoongi.

Word count: 3.4k

Side note: i kinda did some heavy editing and sorry for not uploading on the schedule date, i happen to mess up when given a deadline also I actually kinda rewrote the coming chapters so anything you are gonna see is heavily edited. The story was about 2k words but I felt it was lacking which lead to the whole two weeks haitus, i apologise for that also, expect to see two more chapters of this series by tonight and I am also going to update troubled paradise part three today, for anyone who is reading that please look up to it.

I probably will be uploading the other new series I was about start which is an ot7.

So yay! Happy reading

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Life and death are said to be like two different sides of the same coin. But is that really an accurate description, if life and death were the same thing then shouldn't have death not scared people ? Perhaps it is rather accurate to say that life and death is a vicous circle you must enter death to be reborn as energy again in what form may not be a concern because being back to life might be the only ..

. "Why aren't you eating?" Yoongi's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you looked up at him blinking your eyes trying to recollect what he was talking about, ofcourse he wasn't talking about your whole life and death theory, you had to make your brain register what he was saying or rather what his question was.

"do you not like the food?" He questioned raising a brow reminding your still a little hazy brain about what he intended to talk about, not wanting to give him another reason to have an opinion about you, you shook your head keeping your lips pressed in a straight line, your mind contemplating if you should let out the real details to him or not, your eyes were fixed on the thing that was the very cause you went into that reviere of yours in the first place. Your eyes glaring dagger at the wooden chopsticks that was the reason of all your trouble.

But you didn't had much choice, one way or the other you had to let those words out so you closed your eyes drawing in a deep breathe, face feeling a little too hot because of the very much obvious stare.

"I don't know how to use chopsticks."

There you said it,

eyes not moving from the object at fault as You confessed, feeling a little ashamed even though you were not sure why, it shouldn't be an embarrassment to you, you never thought of it that way ever before but what was it about this handsome cat- no human stranger, damn him for being hot.

"do people not use them in your time ?" He asked after a long moment of silence, you were a little dumbfound because you mind was currently in the gutter admiring the man in front of you, yoongi's head was slightly tilted raw emotions expressing clear curiosity available in his eyes, his words drew you out once again making you chuckle heartily a warm sensation igniting in your sense something that made you want to squeeze him, god how cute he sounded like a 5 years old trying to know all the mysterious this universe seemed to Carry.

"They do, well not everyone, the part I grew up in and have lived in doesn't uses chopsticks." You clarified making him mouth out an oh, he nodded his head before looking back at you. Your heart skipping a beat because how utterly foolish you were to feel weird things just at the very eyes contact, a whole zoo was released in your stomach when He grabbed your hand and held in positioning the chopsticks correctly in between your fingers and showing you how to use them.

It was simple gesture , a simple touch and yet it all seem to drive you on the verge, your mind paying way too much attention to the warmth his hands were radiating or just how rough they were not soft like most would expect but rather the kind of hard working rough, you once watched a movie which had a particular scene where the heroine's father rejected the guy and when the girl asked why he said that when he shook hands with the hero his hands were soft, 'those are not the hands of a man who knows responsibilities'.

It had stricken you a little more than it should have although you knew that was a vintager classic movie but still look how you actually found that advice worthy.

you thanked him once he withdrew his hand, personally disliking it to some point but logically thankful because atleast your brain was functioning properly now, yoongi proceeded with his own food waving your thanks with a simple nod, finding it somehow embrassing and not wanting to get your face anymore warmer You tried to bring the food close to your mouth using the chopstick only for it to fall back down making you pout as you glare at the wasted food. Your competitive side rearing it's head had You again taking some more of it bring it close to your mouth for it to again fall down and make you whine in frustration.

Yoongi who was silently Watching you broke out into hysterical silent laughter, his shoulders shaking as he laughed at your expense making you glare at him while pouted ashamed. "It's not even funny." You stated looking at him with wide eyes , your own lips twitched seeing him laugh like that, there was something so pure about him laughing his heart out that even the slightest bit of embarrassment you had felt was gone.

If his closeness had stole your breathe away the moment he flashed you that gummy smile of his you were sure your heart toppled down some. A blush coated your cheeks as he calmed down and went back to eating leaving your mind buzzing with thoughts, you were sure now you were attracted to him not just simply attracted it was not a crush type of thing but there was something hypnotic about him. Something you couldn't seem to find an antidote too.

You tried your best to keep yourself from saying anything through out the whole time you guys were eating cause you clearly weren't ready to destroy the serene you felt in that silence that engulfed you both.

Finally when you were done and were about to leave yoongi stopped you and suggested taking a walk in his garden, you were quite surprised to learn that he takes care of the garden by himself and some how being there felt as if seeing parts of him, he didn't shared with the world. It made a sense of stupid pride rise something about knowing him somehow better, it was pure nuisance but it seem to matter to your soul and God you really thought that maybe it had to do with all the villan loving stories you read.

You were watching the small rose plants and some other flower that you found adorable, a smile graced your lips as you bend down to observe them from near. It was better to be mesmerized by the view than to pay attention to the man beside you, there was a knot in your stomach with how much nervous you were about this whole conversation, Yoongi cleared his throat drawing your attention towards him, you were hesitant not really sure what to expect, maybe you weren't the only one feeling that way because yoongi seemed a lot more unsure than you, your eyes had somehow courage to look at him meanwhile he looked anywhere but not towards you.

"You might be wondering why I am keeping you here." He voiced out making you press your lips together into a thin line while you clawed at your hand trying to control your nerves, your stomach dropping when the serious in his voice got registered in your brain, this was insane but you found even this behaviour of his hot. you stood straight giving him a nod in affirmation, not sure if you could trust yours mouth to form words when it felt so heavy to even move your lips. Yoongi had voiced one of your biggest questions and God did you want to know the answer?, hell yes but were you partially scared yup definitely.

"I want you.." he trailed off, your whole world stopped for a second, your heart restarted and had it been a comedy show of something you were sure there would have been the sound of a computer shutting off in the background. Finally when your brain restarted and you registered his words your eyes widen thinking you might have heard him wrong, do people back in time also said things like these to just anyone?,isn't it like weird that those words sound so foreign, you have never had sexual experience not that you didn't know what all happened, you knew far more well thanks to all the wattpad and books you read. But hearing someone who you have no idea how made your heart race made your stomach tie into knots, your thoughts were cut sort when he continued.

"I want you to teach me about your world." He declared making your mouth slightly fall agape both in disappointment and disbelief at the same time while you were sure your face was red. You wanted to slap yourself for feeling disappointed, damn this was getting out of hand but you didn't had time to think about that, he had made a request to you that was what required your attention at the moment, your stupid thoughts could wait.

"Sure." You answered as you cocked your head to the side and gave him a tight lip smile secretly you were praying for him to not see just how red you were, if he did see it and find you weird he didn't say it or show it, his face was relaxed not really happy but there was something about his feature. He looked almost blank as if he had no emotions within him but then again you clearly remember how his face lit up when you guys were eating or when you had made a complete fool of yourself with the chopsticks incident. You hoped you could find a crack in his hard exterior but he had expert it in years while you were too lousy to break through so quick.

This made you wonder, did he really was bad like you have heard from everyone within a day. You weren't quick to judge, you didn't liked being judgmental about anyone. You were a person who would rather try to defend someone from people's judgment and this had you thinking that maybe he wasn't how people thought he was. There was a lot more you had to hear about him,. Maybe it the effect of all the books you have read but you wanted to know him personally, you wanted to see what those eyes were hiding, you wanted to see that smile of his again. It was going to be a hard journey but you were going to get there.

The maids were not quite open for discussion about this very person but you knew you could get them to speak all you needed was to get a little close with them first.

"Then I will be leaving." He declared a little awkward and you realised you spaced out again giving him the impression that this all was awkward, well it was supposed to be awkward but all you felt was comfort. You just nodded your head in agreement really not knowing what to say at this moment and he turned around had taken few steps away from you when a particular thing came to your mind.

"Yoongi wait!" You exclaimed trying to rush towards him to catch up with him, your voice made him turn around right at same time when you managed to trip once again over the dress and would have landed face first if it wasn't for Yoongi's quick reflexes.

He was quick to grab you by your forearm steadying you and saving you from the fall as your eyes met his, you could hear your heart drumming at the very cliche moment that would have made you cringe had it not been this particular man saving your ass from farther embarrassment. You swear you heart was in your throat, you had to stop yourself from awing at how beautiful he was from up close.

"Are you always this clumsy?" He teased with an amused smile dancing on his lips making you frown as all those notorious thoughts turned into annoyance and a pinch of embarrassment along. You bit your inner cheek stop yourself from saying something that would not be nice enough, you were sure you could beat a tomato at being red in this moment, a little stubborn to admit his accusation was correct you huffed glaring at him.

"I am not clumsy it's the stupid dress." You blamed as you pulled away from him and took a step back stomping your feet like a little kid in annoyance, the fact that an amused smile kept playing on his lips at your distress wasn't helping in bringing your anger fit down.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" You accused while jabbing a finger at his chest making him chuckle while you pouted crossing your arms, clearly too stupid of overcome with anger to realise just how many boundaries you were crossing by behaving the way you were behaving. However your mind was to messed up and you were a little too pissed by his teasing comments that you didn't think of any possible reasoning.

"do you even know how much of a pain this very clothing is?, gosh I had been tripping ever since the morning and not just that what was her name... .yeah Ms. Shin she wouldn't even let me walk a step without nagging about how my way of walking is not lady like how I shouldn't hunch up my dress, how it is inappropriate to walk like that ..this that .." you were ranting out complaining frustrated as you paced around infront of him.

Yoongi just stood there watching you make faces as you threw your hands in the air and continued talking, if he was smiling before he was grinning by now. You were interesting according to him, he had never felt this way before, he hasn't even smiled like this ever before. "Honestly.." you started coming to a stop infront of him and giving him an assessing look, he felt his heart skip a bit when he saw how you smiled mischievously once the wheels inside your head stop turning.

"Can you just do me a favor?" You requested him , your eyes turned shiny and you gave him your most innocent look, he raised an eyebrow moving back slightly while he eyed you with suspicion and gave you a hesitant nod of his head. "Could you just please tell the maids to not be so damn stubborn, i told them I didn't needed their help but they literally forced me to get nake-" you stopped as you realised that wasn't appropriate kind of information to share but how else were you supposed to tell him what happened the very morning.

You hesitantly looked up to his face to see his cheeks were tainted a slight pink and his lips were pressed in a straight line as he looked at something behind you clearing avoiding meeting your eyes, you cleared your throat hopping it would also some how clear the awkward tension that has been caused by the slip of your tongue.

"all i am trying to say is that the maids are way to uptight and won't let me be, and also I know how to do things for myself so it's quite weird for me when they insist on helping." You completed rubbing the back of your neck as you sighed bitting your lower lip, "they are doing their job, I pay them for doing the very same thing you aforementioned." Yoongi quipped and suddenly you weren't exactly interested in being nice to him, feeling a little more pissed by his cocky statement had it been not your life on line you would have probably tried choking him for this but that wasn't a suitable option so you settled for glaring at him instead, while you scoffed.

"I gather well what you mean but I certainly am not ready to 'act' like how lady are supposed to be like, so I would be really be grateful to you if you instruct them to not be so extremely obligated to count every breathe i take." You added trying to make it sound a little gentle but you were so close to snapping that you were sure your words were anything but gentle and it wasn't like you could be blamed, trying making someone stand in your show and then say you were wrong if someone still did say you were wrong they were clearly lying.

"What will I gain by doing so?" He suddenly blurted out making you blink, your opened your mouth to say something but lacked words so just closed it back. He smirked at your speechless state leaning down suddenly making you look at him with wide eyes while you tried to step up only to be pulled towards him by his hand that snaked towards your back. Okay, he needs to be careful of what he wants to bring in on himself because you as hell were minutes away from losing your mind and doing some inane things to him, you had to try thinking this wasn't helping, yoongi wasn't helping.

"You are a king aren't you supposed to be generous?" You tried to reason meanwhile you wiggled a little in his hold taking a little step back trying to maintain distance between you both by placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away. God his smell drove you crazy and clearly you didn't wanted to be drunk on hormones that would probably end up making you lose some important card of yours.

He scoffed as his eyes traveled towards your lips making you gulp while you bit the inside of your cheek, he shouldn't be playing you like this, you weren't sure if you wanted to punch him or kiss him, this was so weird. "Don't you know by now what type of a king i am?" He shot back while his dark eyes searched your face, you were trying your best to keep your gaze on either his Chin or his nose definitely avoiding his eyes.

Your body was already heating up, not just that the heat radiating from him wasn't helping at all, "what do you want from me?" You voiced out finally gaining the courage to met his eyes only regretting when you found him already looking at you with such intensity that made your toes curled. You cursed inside your head, his face was enchanting the more you looked the more that scar made your hands itch.

You wanted to see how it would feel beneath your finger tips, many thoughts clouding your mind as you started to imagine various scenes that were high inappropriate. "I do not know right now but I will need a promise from you that you would grant it when i ask of you so." He conditioned making your mouth fall slightly agape as you gave it a thought, you didn't miss how his eyes fell to your lips or how his hold tighten around you slightly.

"Okay ..you have my words." You stated a little hesitant as you closed your eyes, your voice came out breathy as you were mentally trying to think about anything else other than how close you both were, realizing seconds later that this just seemed even more like you were expecting him to kiss you.

"Very well then." You heard his husky voice from somewhere very close, his minty breathe hitting your face and seconds later it was all gone. His warmth, his hold on you all too soon, you stopped yourself from whining at the loss of him as you opened your eyes to see him now at a decent amount of distance from you. He is a tease that's all you could conclude by his behaviour and that stupid smirk of his.

"See you at lunch time then." He stated giving you a slight nod of his head making you hum in response, you just stood there watching him leave, which he did but not before leaving a comment. "You look beautiful in a hanbok." He had said and left rather quickly not giving you much chance to even utter a thank you but you were glad he left cause your couldn't control the stupid smile that spread across your face.

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