#when in doubt: draw eepy

[yunisverse]

warmpth

[i-am-sleepyzz]

Was going to finish this but my shits crashing

Anywayyyyy MY SILLLYYSSSS

[naenaex0xx]

omg guys. floating above clouds. kirby. omg I should totally listen to that while totally drawing about that

[icyfox17]

just some soft eepy bucktommy <3 (read on ao3)

“Will you stay?” Buck asks, staring up at Tommy where they lay on the grass. 

He hadn't been expecting to get so sleepy all of a sudden, but upon reflection it makes sense. He can't remember the last proper sleep he's gotten, even if he “has” been sleeping.

He feels like his body hasn't been relaxed enough to truly rest but… In this moment, with Tommy next to him, close enough that Buck breathes him in with every inhale, he feels secure. Tommy's presence is a balm to the anxieties that have flooded Buck's veins the past week.

Tommy tilts his head at Buck's question. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight. “What do you mean? We just got here, Evan.”

“If I fall asleep, will you be here when I wake up?” Buck asks, staring into Tommy's eyes. They'd come to stargaze, but Buck finds that Tommy's eyes are a much nicer view.

Tommy's expression does a complicated thing, eyes narrowing before softening. Buck watches the minuscule movements, tracks each time Tommy���s thoughts shift and turn. He feels exposed, feels Tommy truly see him. But as scary as it is… he finds he doesn't hate it. 

Tommy brings a hand around Buck's cheek, thumb tracing some invisible drawing on his skin. “I'm not going anywhere. No matter what happens. Not if you kick in your sleep. Not if you snore. Not if you pull a sleeping beauty and fall asleep for a thousand years.”

Buck feels his heart stutter at Tommy's words. He's not sure why it'd been such a fear of his. They came here together. It'd be weird if Tommy left without him, especially because things have been good between them lately.

Still though, the butterfly of anxiety that'd been in his chest settles at Tommy's words. Its fluttering wings slow to a calm, rhythmic beat. 

“I'll be here when you wake up. I promise.” 

Tommy's thumb pauses its movement and the moment between them seems to stretch for a hundred years. The two of them simply staring in each other's eyes. Their eyes say “I love you” in a thousand different ways. 

Finally, Buck tilts his head upward and Tommy meets him halfway, leaning down and kissing him. Lips, tongues, and breaths melding into one. 

Buck savours the taste of him, closing his eyes and engraving this memory into his mind and praying it never leaves him.

“Get some rest, babe.” Tommy says when they finally pull apart.

Buck pouts. He doesn't want to waste his precious time with Tommy, even if he is exhausted.

“The stars will be here when you wake up,” Tommy reassures him before Buck can even say anything. “And so will I.”

“I don't want you to be bored,” Buck says, feeling bad for dragging Tommy out here to stargaze just to fall asleep on him.

“As long as I have you by my side, I'm happy.” Tommy tells him and Buck doesn't hear a single waiver of doubt. 

Tommy leans forward again, this time kissing him on the forehead. “Sleep. We still have all day tomorrow.”

“You promise?” Buck asks one more time, just to be sure.

“I promise,” Tommy says and Buck believes him.

“Okay.” Buck lays his head onto Tommy's chest, settling into a more comfortable position. He listens to Tommy's heart beat, counts it like one would count sheep until he finally drifts away.

[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Final 10 Episodes Sketch Dump

September 2nd once again fell on a Labor Day, like it once did when the final 10 episodes of TLG dropped on WatchTLG (due to its early release on the old DisneyNOW app). The alignment of the exact day, month, and holiday five years later put me in the spirit to sketch away as I rewatched these episodes.

I was there when the countdown on the WatchTLG site had about an hour left. I hadn't seen a full episode of TLG until that point because I at the time thought I wouldn't be into it. I saw the synopses for these episodes leaked somewhere online and was doubtful yet VERY hopeful that the one with Vitani's Lion Guard was going to be a real episode simply because I wanted to see her in new content, regardless of my familiarity with the show.

When I binge-watched these final episodes with a friend, my relationship with the show improved as I went to watch the rest of the show over the next few months. I was so grateful to see so much content and worldbuilding for the TLK universe

Sketch descriptions under the cut:

1. Friends to the End

I've said this before in a review of this episode, but whether or not the writers intended this, their portrayal of irritability brought on by an anxiety attack is astounding. Kion's anxiety is piled up more and more when he's in a hurry to find a cure at the Tree of Life, Bunga repeatedly tells him he's becoming like Scar, and the rest of the group just "blind leading the blind"-in their journey SO badly because they're a bunch of unsupervised freshman-aged kids who are in their "Well I wouldn't go THAT far" or "Can I be the devil's advocate" phase.

This situation of fearing becoming like a shitty family member and being told you are by people when you're already in a vulnerable state is just SO vile and unfortunately so real. I found myself relating hard to this episode due to Kion's valid af anger in this episode, which is why I had to draw Kion claiming his "Don't you just wanna go apeshit??" era.

Kion is basically me throughout this episode and the entire first half of Season 3. It is SO HARD to get through this season sometimes when these same couple of lines keep coming at least once per episode. As soon as I hear Fuli saying "Uhh... Kion?" or "KION!!" I know exactly what's coming.

2. The Tree of Life:

Since we never get to see Sahasi and Ananda's color palettes they had in life, I took what I could make out from their spirit forms as well as some creative liberties, and came up with what they may have looked like on Earth.

Ananda is where Baliyo gets his freckles and dull, dark pelt, and where Rani gets her purple pupils, red nose, and dark tail. Sahasi is where Rani gets her richer pelt and where Baliyo gets his nose gradient, multicolored mane, and lighter tail color.

Fun Fact: According to some email responses from a member of the team who worked on TLG, they said that Sahasi was meant to be Janna's son, which for me, puts an end to a debate I had in my head where I was stuck between either him or Ananda being Janna's child: On one hand, I liked the idea of Sahasi and Surak being the foils of Mufasa and Scar, but also liked the idea of Ananda as Janna's daughter and heir since they looked so alike, as well as it solidifying the martriarchy headcanon I have for the Night Pride. Though the team member didn't straight-up provide Sahasi's relation to Janna and Surak as an absolute fact, rather it was simply the gist they got from the creation of Sahasi's character, it's an answer from a team member at all, which I can absolutely settle with. I decided to give him a similar fur color to Surak because of that.

3. The River of Patience:

I just HAD to doodle eepy Kion. It's like the one part of this episode that sticks with me outside the wholesome therapy dynamics and Kion heroically holding the flower between his teeth. This is basically him but if he fully succumbed to falling asleep waiting for the log.

4. Little Old Ginterbong:

Can I just say that I fucking LOVE Mama Binturong's character?? She's absolutely insane and constantly looks like an addict that needs her fix. She makes me nostalgic for some reason, and I think it's gotta do with her Mama Gunda vibes (which is odd because I wasn't even that young when I saw Tarzan II). I had to draw her doing the thing lol

5. Poa the Destroyer:

All I could think about throughout this episode besides the rare Evil Beshte is how insufferable Pinguino is. I mean it in kind of a good way, his personality is so ridiculous that he's made me laugh a few times.

6. Long Live the Queen:

Surprisingly, the sketch regarding this episode is probably the least expected subject matter out of anything I could've put here: An idea that's been forming in my head for a bit now was the idea of Bunga and Binga continuing the fostering/babysitting business of Bunga's "uncles". Bunga is shown to be a natural with young animals in a few episodes, and it continues in the subplot of this episode where he watches over Varya's cubs.

7. The Lake of Reflection:

The one thing that viscerally stuck with me in this episode was the unbelievably cute design they gave bby Cheezi. Had to sketch him.

8. Triumph of the Roar:

Obligatory Askari sketch because I actually love drawing him and making headcanons of his era. Looking back... he kinda looks like he's looking down at the events of the bottom drawing in slight disappointment.

9. Journey to the Pride Lands:

Drew Azaad (for what I think might be the first time) with the only thing he seemed to be doing throughout this episode -- taking any opportunity he can to comment about how much better cheetahs are at basically everything. He's fun to draw and I'd like to do more art of him one day.

10. Return to the Pride Lands

This is a sketch of what I deadass thought was gonna happen during this scene the first time I saw this episode lmao. At the time, the previous two episodes were fresh on my mind so I thought Kion was once again going to spam his tornado ability, but with Vitani as his subject for his demonstration. She already knew so little of the Roar as it was, given her absence throughout most of TLG's storyline, but could you imagine what she must've been thinking seeing how much Kion's Roar evolved?

[danielslarusso]

Dally with eepy reader

SORRY I DIDNT KNOW IF U WANTED HEAD CANONS OR A FIC 😣

He would 110% draw on your face with permanent marker. No doubt.

Always complains about you sleeping while he’s mid talking.

If we’re talking you and him in a relationship, sometimes he likes to play with your fingers, in private tho. Never around anyone he would kill u.

Thinks it funny when he hears you snore or sees you drooling, but gets tired of it like 3 minutes later.

Sometimes he likes to flick your nose and likes to see it scrunch up when you get a bit frustrated.

:33 will play with your earrings if you have any

He will push you off him if you fall asleep on him, in public.

In private, he will let you lay on him, but it may be a bit awkward!!!

[crowithy]

Fuck It I doubt I'll get to drawing all of them but have mine and partially my friend @jackbmx637 's headcannons on what WOF dragons each epithet erased character would be

We came up with these weeks ago so I don't really remember much but I'll try to explain each one I can (all under the cut)

Apologies for typos, new phone with wider screen plus horrendous autocorrect plus no glasses plus eepy

Molly- Night/Rainwing | Nightwing to give the star scales in place of her hair stars, and rainwin for the frill so they can still be on her head :) also so the scales could be colorfully but the designs I have for them don't follow cannon colors really so that part doesnt matter as much, just the frills mostly.

Giovanni - Rainwing | mostly vibes but also come on tell me Giovanni wouldn't absolutely love being a color changing dragon that can spit acid, you can't because he would. And rainwings are the coolest so nyeh

Sylvie - Silkwing | was originally icewing cause he gave off the vibes but I also kinds headcannon silkwings to be a little bit fluffy. Also the idea of him being all like "I'm not a kid >:(" even tho he literally doesn't have wings yet really funny (I have looked up an age chart for WOF to figure out the atrocious age system and came to realization he would have his wings at his age making it less funny but I still kept him silkwing because I liked it so much)

CarCrash/Fred - Silkwing | litterally only because I remember someone in the Talons Of Peace discord server joke about how silkwings have the right anatomy to drive cars. I don't even know if that's technically true or not .

Crusher - Leafwing | I felt the leafwing fin would he a nice way to give him his bangs, Crusher with eyes just felt wrong. Also idk if it's cannon or a headcannon from a fic I read that he liked gardening and plants so like leafwing. (It was prolly a headcannon)

Flamethrower - Silk/Skywing or Rain/Skywing | Kinda debated by me and my friend, because he does cheerleaders we wanted to choose the most fitting for him. I argued rainwing because from what I know they seem to have better movement (I'm not good at words but like yaknow how they have to climb around a lot idk I can't words its like 1 am) he argued wsilkwing because the four wings could give better maneuverability. Idk neither of us know anything about what we're talking about here I don't think.

Ben - Skywing | maybe if you get a cooler name Ben maybe you'd be assigned a dragon that's not just your sterotypical dragon. Jokes aside I can just easily imagine his voice fitting a skywing for some reason???

Spike - Hive/Icewing | the two spikiest dragons I could think of.

DarkStar - Nightwing | Darkstar is 100% a nightwing name.

I'll do more later today when I'm not about to pass out. Uh let me know if yall want anyone specific I guess.

[infinitelibrary]

oh my god

oh my GOD

my HEART

Look I know you said not to come for you, and I won't. Bc to be honest, I *get* it. I get where MC is coming from. Do I want to slap some sense into them? Yes. Do I want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them while demanding that they get their head out of their ass, grow a pair, and fucking TALK to him like a mature adult? Also yes. But I get their fear and apprehension. You even touched on it at one point. MC knew exactly how Yoongi would react, and didn't want that. They didn't want him to sacrifice and risk his career and his reputation for her. But the truth of the matter is - they can't decide that alone. There are two people in this relationship and she may think she's doing him a favor by showing him this mercy and preemptively ending their relationship. But in actuality she's just being insanely selfish.

That crucial point out of the way, let's get into the dissection:

The beginning with yoongi in the doorway all soft and comfort and bedhead....this is the yoongi I imagine....

(but without the shirt of course ;)..and a lot more 'eepy 😴)

I did catch a moment when she seemed as if she was about to ask him something or tell him something...and I can't help but wonder what that was. He responds with an absent hum before falling back asleep and she never does get to ask that question or voice her thoughts.

The little snippets of their lives together - enjoying quiet moments of domesticity, subtle flirtations at the office (no more 'boinking', as it were) - while the demons in MC's slowly start to take root and grow, seeping into her thoughts with poisonous doubts and insecurities. Everyone around her is doing bigger and better things. Yoongi with his idol life, his friend circle, and now even Chae is rising up and moving on to bigger and bolder opportunities, while once again MC is left behind stuck in the same old routine. And that can't be easy.

(Also HELLO I need more of JK and Chae pls lol)

LMAO the Yoongi chewing like a goat reference (I see what you did there)

When she receives that first message: her reaction, her emotions...you truly feel her panic. You really do have a way of setting the scene and drawing the reader into the emotion that the characters are feeling. I literally felt the blood drain from my face just as she did when that message came through after that first picture. My head is spinning with theories as to who it could be. Danbi or someone else at work? Mina or someone from Yoongi's world? Heaven forbid...is Yijeong jealous and is this his way of getting in between them? (does seem a bit of a stretch he'd do something like this to Yoongi tho).

And so now we're back to the beginning of my review. It's bad enough that she doesn't have the cajones to woman up and talk to Yoongi about her doubts and fears and insecurities and the threatening messages...but to just break things off like that - and over the phone no less??? He's gotta be so confused and angry and frustrated and...

And it's ALSO occurring to me that

THEY STILL HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER

so what's gonna happen there? Is she going to resign? Is he going to request an immediate transfer? Are they both still going to work together and it be hella awkward?? What will Danbi say if MC shows up and Yoongi's not there - god she's gonna be so smug isn't she? or find a way to blame MC?

Uggghhhh K you've got me going through it and I am chomping at the bit to find out what is next for our conflicted couple. 😭💜

Terms & Conditions | Chapter Eight

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service should’ve been simple. He is quiet, punctual—and can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. You’ve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so you’re supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au ✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongi’s alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range ✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: Suggestive, Angst, Y/N is not our girlypop in this chapter, invasion of privacy, timeskip kinda

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 2k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: May 23, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: It’s short and it’s not sweet. Do not come for me. 🙁 But going into hiding just in case… Thank you my lovely @glossdebut for betareading.

Series Masterlist | K’s Masterlist

Yoongi appears in the doorway in nothing but checkered boxers and bed head, holding two mismatched mugs, white steam swirling above it. He doesn’t say anything, not verbally at least. Eyes warm, grin lazy–that’s his good morning.

You push yourself up against the pillows, taking your mug with a gentle smile. “Morning,” you say, voice still coated in sleep. 

You take a small sip, place the cup on the nightstand beside his.

He slides in beside you, looping an arm around your waist, and you tuck yourself under his arm, cheek against the pillows of his chest.

“Sleep okay?” he asks, lips brushing your hairline.

“Yeah. You?”

His chest rumbles with a satisfied hum. “Best sleep I’ve had in years. Might be your fault.”

You breathe out a smile. The man who loves you is right here, looking like an angel, smelling like your cinnamon body wash. Nothing else matters. Right?

“Yoongi?”

He hums, drawing lazy circles on your back with the tips of his fingers. The question stays stuck in your throat. Instead, you hug him tighter. He doesn’t press you further.

Not long after, his breathing has become longer, more even, deeper. He’s so peaceful, so content, lying in your too-small bed, on your old-ass duvet. Again, he’s fallen asleep. Must have been really tired from all the socialization yesterday.

You stay with him for a few moments before you wiggle out of his embrace and drink your cold coffee.

The next few days felt strange. You were feeling a tug of war in your heart and your brain. The bitter pang from the party is still a splinter in your heart, not necessarily painful, but still there, just waiting to be infected.

You’re afraid that you’ve become a little selfish. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t an idol. Actually, that’s a lie. You often wish that these days. Especially when you open your closet and see that dress you wore to attend that fuckin’ event.

Dangerous thoughts come and go like wind through windows left ajar. You want to push it all away, flush it down the drain. 

Because you should feel complete. But why do you feel so inadequate?

Still there are good days. Great days, even.

When you don’t have dread swirling in the pits of your stomach. When you’re not waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.

Those are the days you want to remember forever. Yoongi hugging you from behind as you wash the dishes. Yoongi working on music with his headphones on and you’re across him reading a book and the peace of just coexisting in one place is just overwhelmingly comforting.

Since the whole audit thing, you try to be a bit more careful in your office. Hyun-woo has started his rounds more frequently, checking up on completion of tasks like a hawk. He said a certification is coming up so he just wants to make sure everything is running smoothly. Fair.

No more back office boinking then. But you still find ways to have fun. 

Yoongi likes to give you eyes. That’s always been his thing. Sometimes he glances too long like he’s daring you not to feel aroused even as his tongue skirts his pretty teeth. 

He does keep it PG more often than that. You sit across from each other pretending to work, but your foot nudges him under the table, and he hides a grin behind his monitor, raises his brow to get you to quit it.

At one point during a painfully dull Zoom call, you crumple a sticky note and lob it across the room. It hits his shoulder. He barely reacts.

“You missed,” he mouths.

You roll your eyes.

He picks it up, balls it tighter, and holds it up. “If I sink this,” he says, gesturing to the trash bin in the corner, “you owe me a prize.”

You shrug, cos ain’t no way…

He winks. Shoots.

Swish.

You look away, shaking your head. Just keep typing like nothing happened. But he sees the way your mouth twitches.

That night, when you slip into his car after hours, you ask him, “So what’s your prize?”

He smirks. “Lips on my tip, baby.” 

You roll your eyes, but you give him exactly what he won—and then some. He doesn’t stop smiling the entire drive.

Chae has not been around the house lately. She’s been overseeing the operations of another restaurant closer to Goyang and her company gave her lodging closer to the site. You’re so proud of her, gaining accolades after accolades. It was just like in college when she was that effortlessly cool chic that barely studied, did everything against the rulebook, but still graduated cum laude and scored her dream job even before she wore her toga.

Meanwhile, your by-the-book ways have earned you a spot in a dusty government building with no real prospects for further growth. Cool.

During your lunch break, you trade selfies. You with your clubhouse sandwich and her with her bowl of bibimbap. Hers look yummier by miles.

Chae: sandwich looks sad but ur glowing  You: lol idk about that. Been stressed. Chae: where’s loverboy?

You roll your eyes. She’s been teasing you about that like you were both still in high school. You fire off a picture of Yoongi across from you, a piece of lettuce hanging from the side of his mouth as he continues to chew like a goat.

Chae: tell yoongi I said hi Chae: actually don’t i’m shy You: tell jk i said hi Chae: k Chae: fuck You: knew it You: you better tell me everything

It hits you when you’re at your most defenseless.

You’ve just washed your face. Hair up, oversized shirt, no bra, no makeup. You’re in your kitchen with a tub of yogurt and a spoon in your mouth, scrolling TikTok mindlessly, when a Kakao notification comes through.

Unknown number. One attachment.

It’s a single still capture from a CCTV. Slightly blurry, but you recognize the scene instantly.

You and Yoongi, going inside the storage room at work last week. 

What happened was you’d gone in to grab extra supplies. He’d followed you just to sneak a kiss. The kiss isn’t in the shot, but your posture gives everything away when you emerge, his hand at your waist, your body curved toward him, before you both walk off to your separate chairs.

Fuck.

Shit.

FUCK.

You freeze. The yogurt slides off the counter and you don’t even notice.

You scroll up and down to see any other clues, but the screen is unmoving and there’s really nothing else there. 

Until a message comes in: 

How much is this worth to you?

No.

FUCK!

You try to calm down. Why would anyone send this? Who would send this? What does this fucking mean?

Your feet take you to your kitchen. Shaky fingers wrap around the neck of a wine bottle. You uncork it and pour it… straight down your esophagus.

Trembling, you put your phone down like it’s radioactive. You pace your kitchen, suddenly aware of how exposed your windows are. You check the locks. Double-check. Triple-check.

Your hands are shaking as you sit down, open the message again, and stare at it until your vision blurs.

You almost call him. Almost forward it with a panicked “what do we do?”

But then you imagine the look on his face. The worry. The disappointment. The quiet guilt you’d see in his eyes for dragging you into this. For making you a liability.

So instead, you delete it. You don’t know why, but you do.

You crawl into bed deep deep into your duvet like it didn’t happen. Maybe this is just a bad dream.

The sun rises and you have not caught a wink of sleep. You wake up to dried yogurt on the kitchen floor and a cockroach.

Since then, there are glances you can’t unsee.

You think Danbi lingers a beat too long by the copier when you think no one’s watching. You catch her whispering near the HR desk and the way her eyes flick to you makes your stomach twist. You hear laughter from down the hallway and can’t help but wonder if your name is being passed between mouths like a secret no one will say to your face.

You keep telling yourself it’s nothing.

A week passes, you’re at Yoongi’s apartment, helping him fold laundry because it turns out domesticity looks weirdly good on you both. You’re pairing his socks while he’s at the sink rinsing plates before they go into the dishwasher. He hums a little tune.

Your phone buzzes again.

Same unknown number.

Your hands go cold.

This time, it’s a shot of you leaving his car from one night, hoodie pulled over your head, but still clearly you. Taken from a distance, a little grainy, but unmistakable. The message underneath is short:

There’s a price for my silence.

You want to scream. You want to throw your phone into the sink and confess everything. But the words catch in your throat.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asks, glancing over his shoulder, hands wet from the sink.

You smile too quickly. “Yeah. Just Chae. Meme dump.”

His eyes linger. You think about telling him. You even open your mouth to try, but then the doorbell rings.

Mina and Hoseok step into Yoongi’s apartment like it’s a feature spread in Vogue: long coats, perfect skin, inside jokes already mid-sentence. Mina’s makeup is flawless. Hoseok’s in LV like it’s his grocery run outfit. (It probably is.) They light up the room just by existing.

Yoongi grumbles at the noise but lets them in anyway, dishing out cups and pulling out extra snacks. He side-eyes Mina when she tries to “reorganize” his liquor shelf. He calls Hobi a piece of shit with zero heat when he pulls his vinyls a little carelessly. It’s all very “this is just how we are,” but you can feel the subtle shift.

You’re suddenly hyperaware of your socks not matching. The unfolded laundry still on the couch. The fact that you’re not part of this world—just someone orbiting around it.

Yoongi calls out your name casually, “You gonna join us?”

You shake your head, faking a yawn. “Think I’m coming down with something. I’ll just rest, if that’s okay.”

He eyes you, concerned, then eyes his guests, “Both of you—out.”

“No! Hoseok, Mina, please stay,” you insist.

Skeptical eyes are studying you. But then he nods. “Want me to check on you later?”

You shake your head again. “I’ll be fine.”

You slip into his room and close the door.The second it clicks shut, your lungs deflate.

You sit on the edge of his bed, still clutching your phone. The new message is still open. Your reflection stares back from the screen—dim, distorted, scared.

Your entire life is falling apart.

You lie back, eyes on the ceiling, and try to blink away the tears.

Yoongi used to call you trouble. And now you really are. You don’t want to burden him anymore. He doesn’t deserve this. 

You call him the following night.

It takes him a few rings to answer.

“Babe?” he says, soft and a little breathless. He probably left his phone in another room and ran to answer your call.

Your throat tightens.

“Yoongi,” you say. “We need to talk.”

The line goes quiet for half a second too long. “Okay,” he says slowly. “What’s up?”

You steel yourself.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Silence. Then: “What?”

“It’s just,” you falter. “I don’t think it’s smart. With the NDA. It’s risky. It’s messy. And,your time’s almost up anyways. This was never going to last outside of, like everything, you know that.”

“Bullshit,” he says, instantly. His voice is low, clipped. “That’s not… Y/N, what the fuck?”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “I was wrong. I don’t want this.”

“Fuck,” he shouts. “What are you even saying right now?”

“Yoongi, please…”

There’s a pause. You hear something thrown in the background.

“Are you really breaking up with me over the phone?” he finally asks, almost laughing. “Is that really what this is?”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s not a yes.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, softer this time. “It’s better this way.”

“No,” he says. “It’s not. You know it’s not.”

You don’t answer.

You hang up.

But still, you sit in the dark for a long time, holding your phone like it might ring again.

It doesn’t.

A/N: Okay shit. I guess I am ready for y’all to shout at me in the comments. 🙇🏼‍♀️ Thanks for reading you lovely beautiful human. xo

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[karamell-sweetz]

sleepy rui compilation (aka i project onto rui for the nth time)