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when you try to look goofy but you’re too handsome 😂

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PLS help!! I can't seem to find the Yoongi audio... I need it like I'm horny af and I need it

audios

sex with jungkook

sex with yoongi

sex with hoseok

sex with seokjin

jungkook IG audio

vkook moans

“bedtime with bang yongguk”

pics

namjoon in grey sweatpants

jimin in the red shorts

hip thrusts

quiz

kink compatibility quiz

there you go, i’ve gathered them all up

-admin tal

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Alright, it tastes like cheesecake 🎶

had me for a second there tbh

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Full offense, Jungkook is prettier than you.

cute ♡

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12 am: Min Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 1255

In which a girl is a barista and finds Yoongi always in the café she works at in the midnight.

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🌿𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚏é 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎  𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝚃𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.🌿

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It was 11:58 pm  and you were preparing your favorite customer's drink: Iced Americano, no sugar.

Every day at exactly 12:00 am, a thin, black-haired boy, who is short but still taller than you, and has beautiful pale skin that's like sweet sugar, comes in and orders the same exact thing.

He never starts a conversation, except a simple 'How was your day?'. Nothing more, nothing less. Even though it's small, he makes your day 100 times better by just that one simple question. Usually, people only come in, make their orders, and leave. No 'thank you' or anything.

Even though he probably doesn't, you still feel like he cares.

Nobody else cares.

It's now 12:00 am and just as you are finished preparing his drink, he walks in with his usual sullen look. It makes you realize that all those times that he's asked how your day was, and you've told him that it was good, even though it wasn't, you've never asked how his day was. You begin to wonder what his life is like outside of those glass doors.

What did he have for breakfast?

Does he even eat breakfast?

Why does he come in so late?

Does he live close?

Things like that are what you want to know. Not if he likes low-fat milk in his coffee or not.

If you would've asked him, you would sit down and listen to him. You'd let him tell you everything about his day in explicit detail from start to finish. You'd love that.

Since today is going to be your last day living and you have nothing left to lose, you've decided to start a conversation with him. Just get to know him and maybe—just maybe, have him be your reason to live.

However, it's unlikely.

He walks over to the counter which you stand behind, and when your eyes meet, a smile is painted across his face like Picasso, himself blessed the man's beautiful features with his art. Other than his smooth, deep voice, that you swear could serenade you to sleep, it's your favorite aspect about him.

"The usual?" You ask, gesturing your hand towards the drink that you've just made.

"Yup, and I'll have a blueberry muffin this time too." He says taking the drink from the counter and smiling. You grab the muffin and take it over to his table.

"Can I sit here for a minute?" You ask kind of half-hoping that he'll say no. But he doesn't. He says yes and nods his head to a chair for you to sit across from him.

"What's up?" He asks. His chocolate eyes sparkle under the dim lighting of the café as he looks at you through his long black bangs. It almost makes it hard for you to even speak.

"Umm... first off, what's your name? You've never told me." You ask your heart beating at the speed of light (give or take).

“Min Yoongi, but just call me Yoongi.” He says holding his hand out for you to shake. You're reluctant to take it. You're scared that if you shake his hand right now, that you've just started a relationship with him.

A relationship that won't last, because you'll die today. It made you sad again, but an attempt to be polite, you take his hand and shake it.

It's soft and cold.

"Y/n. Don't remember it." You say, letting his hand go and wiping the sweat from your palms on your black jeans.

"Why not?" He asks. You'd hoped that he wouldn't ask that question. How were you going to tell him that it won't matter in approximately 3 hours? Would you say ‘oh, I'm killing my self when I get home. Nothing special.’?

Nope. Instead, you say, "I'm not staying in town for any longer."

"Oh..." he says. Yoongi seemed slightly disappointed at the fact that you were 'moving'. It was kind of reassuring.

"Well, Yoongi," you say looking him in the eyes. "Why do you come here every night at the same time?" You lilt.

He looks down at his hands, breaking the intense eye contact between the two of you. You can see a rosy blush going across his cheeks.

It was cute as hell.

When he looks back up at you, he flashes you a sheepish smile and inhales sharply through his straight teeth. "For you."

Me? Is he high?

"For me? What do you mean?" You ask pointing a finger towards yourself in confusion.

Yoongi looks you in the eyes as if he'll miss something important the moment he looks away.

"I'm a producer. I work all hours of the night but at midnight, I take a break just to come and see you here. I don't even like coffee that much." He said rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling at his last sentence.

You did not know how to feel now. You were sad but ecstatic at the same time. You were devastated because today might be your last day to see him, but so damn relieved that someone like Yoongi would want to come see you everyday. It made you feel special.

Before you knew it, your face began to heat up, feeling as if you were set to flames, and you started to cry tears of joy and despair.

When Yoongi saw the line of tears roll down your flushed cheeks, he jumped up and grabbed a handful of napkins. "Did I say something wrong?! I'm so sorry!" He said while wiping your face free of the tears that just keep falling.

"No, no! You didn't say anything wrong at all." You said, waving one hand in front of your face and wiping your face with the other. "Sit. I'll tell you why I cried." And with that, he pulled his chair back out and sat down.

The two of you sat up all night talking. You told him about your plans to commit suicide and that you enjoy his company as much as he enjoys yours. He told you that every night when he's locked in his studio, he starts to crave your presence like it's the last thing on this Earth.

After that night, the two of you never left each other's side. Neither one of you were ever lonely again.

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Me, on my death bead, whispering softly to my nearest loved one: ˢᵘᵍᵃ

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Bless 🙏🏾

amen 🙏

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Fck,you’re adorable ho ho

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Daddy? Yes, daddy.

b-but look how gentle he is with tae’s annoying a$s?

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My hearteu- 🥺🥺

q: “how has the member next to you changed?”

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i’m- namjoon please