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YOONGI | EP. 1 SUGA with RM

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[26 days] until Jungkook is back!

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38 days before yoongi is back fuck, we almost there, I cant believe

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besides his obvious intelligence and badassery yoongi has what i call soft beauty and it’s not just the immaculately cat-like face (which i love) it’s also his presence and demeanour being just unobtrusively introverted. almost inexplicably he is so comforting to look at/listen to like even his most aggressive raps don’t make you feel uneasy because not only does this guy have the most attractive pillow-like baritone and the most relaxed body language ever but - despite him being a lil tease - he also gives you the feeling of being on your side. on any given day he would drive away all of your haters using nothing but a pair of chopsticks and then he’ll just blink and shrug because that goes without saying and then he’ll languidly clean up your whole living space and cook thai food

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𐙚₊˚⊹ idol exboyfriend!yoongi⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist

exes / idol au

scenario is: drunk and yearning yoongi

slight angst

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yoongi stumbles next to you, steps uneven on the sidewalk, his shoulder brushing yours every few feet. the city lights flicker behind you two, making it more than obvious that it’s 3am. 

“you live ten minutes away,” you mutter, not looking at him. “you couldn’t walk home alone? you really had to get your ex-girlfriend to come walk you?”

he doesn’t answer. just lets out a breath that fogs in the night air.

you glance sideways. 

“come on, yoongi. entertain me a little. you miss me or something?”

“yeah.”

it’s soft. 

he says it like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud. but it was. it’s out in the cold air and for some reason, warms your heart. tugs it a bit. makes you a little sad — but also relieves it. 

you don’t say anything to him. 

instead, you keep walking. 

it’s not long before yoongi falls behind again — like he always does when he’s trying to say something but can’t. you don’t wait for him. not really. just slow down enough that the silence starts to ache.

as he trails behind you, all he can think about is how much he wants to take your hand. how much he wants to tell you he shouldn’t have stayed late at the studio all those nights. shouldn’t have let you fall asleep alone. should’ve kissed you longer in the mornings, even when he was tired. should’ve picked up the tulips you liked from that corner shop. he should’ve loved you better.

but yoongi doesn't say any of that.

partly because he has drunk texted those exact words to you last week… and the week before. and the week before that week and so on. what can he say? he’s an honest man. 

when you reach his place, you punch in the code without asking. the door clicks open like your body still remembers.

you hold the door open. 

“goodnight, yoongi.”

he lingers in the doorway.

“___… i—”

you sigh. exhausted. “i’m tired, yoongi. i can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep—”

“i know.” he’s still slurring, but quieter now. eyes down. “i know… so let’s just… can we stop?”

“…stop?”

his voice is smaller now. “stop not being together.”

you stare at him. he sways slightly, head hung low.

but you don’t reply.

at least, not with words. 

instead, you step inside his home. you don’t speak as you help him to the bathroom. just move around him like muscle memory — towel over the rack, warm water turned on, his toothbrush set out beside the sink. he peels off his clothes slowly, dragging fabric over skin like it weighs more than it should.

you don’t look.

you just whisper, “don’t fall asleep in there,” and close the door behind you.

then, yoongi showers.

he lets the steam choke the scent of whiskey off his skin — lets the water pour down his neck until his chest starts to hurt in that familiar way it does when he thinks too long about you. 

about all the ways he lost you.

about how it’s his fault. how he should’ve tried harder, and this is just a stupid classic cliche about the guy who didn’t know what he had until he lost it. though cliche, he never knew how much it would hurt. how much missing you would plunge into his heart and leave him aching. 

when he steps out, yoongi dries his hair half-heartedly, towel rough against damp strands. he thinks he hears you leave. his heart drops, but he doesn’t feel any resentment. if you want to go, you should go. 

he just wishes you’d stay one of these nights. 

… but when he pads out of the bathroom, shirt clinging to his still-wet back, he sees you.

you’re curled up on top of his sheets, fast asleep.

you didn’t leave.

his heart stutters at the sight. 

something about the slope of your back. your socked foot dangling slightly off the edge of the mattress. your fingers twitching in sleep, like you’re reaching for something even now.

yoongi climbs in gently. like he’s not sure if he’s allowed. he slides under the covers without a sound, his body inching toward yours little by little until his forehead rests against your shoulder blade.

and then — slowly — he wraps his arm around your waist.

he waits.

for rejection — for anything.

but your hand finds his. you guide him closer. and then, in a voice so soft it barely breaks the silence—

“i miss you too.”

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day 508/547 until joon returns

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some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (44/?)

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This clip will haunt me till the day I die. He's so soft and gentle and then his fingers dkaksjd

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May 2, 2020 - bts on twitter - Whew we were overflowing with energy #0613FM #0502 (translation cr. to bts-trans)

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Rain and hoodies

Pairings: Jimin x reader

Warnings: None.

Genre: Fluffy oneshot, established relationship au

Summary: On a quiet, rainy night, you find comfort in Jimin’s oversized hoodie, only to be caught in the act. What starts as playful teasing quickly turns into something softer, filled with warmth, quiet confessions, and the kind of intimacy that lingers long after the moment ends.

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The soft hum of the heater fills the apartment, wrapping the space in warmth as the rain outside taps gently against the windows. The scent of chamomile tea lingers in the air, mixing with the faint traces of vanilla and musk—Jimin’s cologne, still clinging to the hoodie draped over your frame.

You’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, completely swallowed by the oversized fabric. It’s far too big, the sleeves slipping past your fingers as you absently trace patterns onto your knee. The hoodie smells like him, like comfort, like home, and you sigh contentedly as you sink deeper into it, letting it engulf you entirely.

It isn’t long before you hear the soft padding of feet against the hardwood floor.

Jimin walks in, two mugs of tea cradled in his hands, but the second his gaze lands on you, he pauses mid-step. His lips part slightly before curling into a smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he takes in the sight before him.

"Princess," he drawls, tilting his head as he makes his way over. "Is that my hoodie?"

You meet his gaze with an exaggerated look of innocence, gripping the sleeves and pulling them further over your hands. "Nope," you say, tucking your chin into the collar. "It’s mine now."

Jimin scoffs, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression—only warmth. He sets the mugs down on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch beside you, his knee knocking against yours.

"You keep stealing my clothes," he murmurs, leaning back into the cushions as he eyes you. His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s something else there, something softer. "Should I be worried?"

You hum, pretending to think it over before flashing him a grin. "No, you should be flattered. Means I like having pieces of you with me."

The smirk on his lips falters, just slightly, giving way to something deeper. His dark eyes study you, filled with an emotion you can’t quite place, and for a moment, neither of you speak.

Then, slowly, Jimin reaches out. His fingers brush against your cheek, featherlight, before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, warm and steady, and when he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper.

"You already have all of me," he says, so softly that it makes your heart stumble.

The air shifts between you, playful teasing giving way to something else—something quiet and unspoken. His eyes flicker down to your lips, but instead of closing the distance, he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, slow and lingering. His lips stay there for a moment, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you, like he’s sealing a silent promise into your skin.

When he finally pulls away, he exhales a small, contented sigh, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. You don’t resist, curling into him, the warmth of his body melting into yours.

"Fine," he murmurs, resting his chin atop your head. "You can keep the hoodie. But don’t think I won’t steal it back."

You laugh, knowing full well that even if he did, you’d just steal another one.

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, broken only by the occasional drip of rain against the window. The tea on the table goes untouched as Jimin traces lazy patterns on your arm, his fingers warm against your skin.

"You’re really cozy like this," he murmurs, voice laced with sleepiness.

"You’re just saying that because I’m wrapped in your hoodie," you tease.

Jimin hums, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like the way you look in my clothes."

Your cheeks heat, but before you can respond, he pulls the blanket over both of you, cocooning you even further into his warmth. His breathing evens out slightly, his grip on you tightening as he murmurs, half-asleep, "Stay like this forever?"

You smile against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.

"Always."

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Thanks for reading!

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Jungkook is just so dreamy you guys...

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Jungkook in a simple black tee, with piercings while having the most doe like eyes ever is gonna be the end of me....

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yoongi's so freaking pretty I can't even think straight..

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day 487/547 until joon returns

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JIMIN | 64th GRAMMY Awards

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May 2, 2015 - bts on twitter - Today at Music Core ~~ Thank you all!! You worked hard!!

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day 484/547 until joon returns