lostbookmark - Tumblr blog

lostbookmark · 7 days ago

Text

MDNI 🔞

Main Masterlist here

Game Masterlist here

Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Drug references, underage sexual harassment

Smut!

Your hand slaps against the shower wall as Yoongi grabs your hips and grinds his cock up into you. His lips make contact with the wet skin of your shoulder while the water cascades down your bodies before pooling at your feet and washing the soapy suds away off your body and down the drain. Biting your lower lip, you turn your head to press your face into his. Looking at you from where his lips were still pressing against your shoulder he moves to connect them to your lips.

Fuuuu….

“SUNSHINE, HAVE YOU SEEN MY LUCKY HEADBAND?” Nicky calls from outside your bathroom door.

‘“Uh,” you gulp and quickly wrap your arms behind you to stop Yoongi from pulling out. “UM, IT'S ON THE HOOK BY THE DRYER,” you call back, hips never stop moving back against him.

“THANKS!” Your nephew calls back.

“We need to hurry,” you whisper into the steamy shower.

“Shit, okay,” he whispers back.

Bracing yourself against the wall with your arms, Yoongi places one hand on your shoulder and one hand on your hip before he starts thrusting. Flipping your tangled mess of wet hair over one shoulder, you look at him. All wet, head tilted back with the spray of the shower surrounding him.

Fuck!

He looked amazing.

Reaching behind you, you run your hand up his chest, causing you to gain his attention. His head snaps down to look at you, causing his now water darkened hair to cover his eyes. Licking your lips, you take his hands in yours and pull them up your body until they cup your breasts. Bucking your hips back, you quickly find your desired pace. Not one that you can savor, but one that can get you where you need to be quickly.

“Fuck, why don't we do it in here more often,” he breaths, fingers tugging slightly at your hardened peaks.

“Because you dropped me,” you moan as he hits the perfect spot.

Yoongi's hand flies up to cover your mouth with the palm of his hand. His pace picking up has you hoping the sounds of your groans are being covered up by his palm and the steady rush of pattering water surrounding you.

“Shh, doll,” he whispers into your ear.

“SUNSHINE, WHERE ARE MY NEW SHOELACES?” Nicky yells from outside the bathroom door, causing the both of you to freeze.

This damn kid!

Yoongi drops his hand and gives you a panicked look.

“JUNK DRAWER IN THE KITCHEN,” you call back, deflated.

It wasn't happening for you.

Looking back at your boyfriend, you pull off his still hard erection and push his back against the wet tiled wall. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you take a hold of him by the base of his cock before slipping him into your mouth. Normally you would tease him, flicking your tongue along his tip, making him hiss until he was grabbing at your hair trying to guide you onto him. However, you didn't have time for that type of fun. You meant business.

You hadn't expected Yoongi to show up to your house as early as he did. He wasn't supposed to be there until it was time to pick up Nicky and take him to the game. However, when he showed up, he was stressed and worried about the game. He admitted he was worried about making it to the wedding venue on time and ruining the whole thing. You offered to help him relax. You said a nice relaxing shower would help him. You had to take one anyway before you left. It wasn't supposed to be anything other than that. An innocent shower where you would offer to wash his hair and give him a soapy massage.

However, soon with his hands on your hips were pulling you in close. Pressing his lips to yours, you could feel how your massage definitely had more of an effect on him than you thought. Although, you think he's the one that should take the blame for this one. You're more than happy to take one for the team. Especially with how he looks when he is going to fall apart under your touch.

Looking up at him through your lashes as you slobber all over him, his head hits the shower wall with a dull thud. His mouth drops open, and his chest starts to rapidly rise and fall with his breathing.

“This isn't fair to you,” he rasps.

In response, you take him deeper into your mouth. Moaning, he quickly bites his lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet as you swallow around him. Slowly, you let your nails softly drag their way down his inner thighs. His lean muscles, tremor as his hips finally give in and start rocking into your face.

“Almost,” he growls. Bobbing your head, you return your hand, twisting around him. “Ssss,” he sucks a breath through his teeth. “Here it comes,” he warns breathlessly as he tenses.

Closing your eyes, you swallow as soon as you feel his release hit your tongue. In the moment, you get lost in him. The sound of his quiet gasps, the taste of him on your tongue and his skin under your fingertips.

Your surrounded by him

And there's nowhere you would rather be.

Tightening your towel around your body, Yoongi wraps one around his waist, and the two of you exit your bathroom. Entering your bedroom, you stop short, causing Yoongi to run into you and practically having to catch you from falling over.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you look at him, tilting your head to your bedroom doorway.

“I didn't know you were here, coach,” Nicky says, looking at the two of you. His eyes dart between the two of you clad in your towels. “Your car isn't in the driveway.”

“Uhhh,” he says, looking to you for help, but you're still frozen in embarrassment. “Yeah, Kook has my car. He'll drop it back off before we need to go.”

He nods.

Yoongi nods.

You hold your towel tighter.

“Can we have a family meeting?” Nicky asks. His facial expression shows no emotion whatsoever.

“Nicky,” you say.

“Now!” He turns and walks out of your room.

You look over your shoulder at your boyfriend who was trying his best to not look mortified, but you're pretty sure he was. Sighing, you walk over and shut your bedroom door. Leaning against it, you watch Yoongi quickly get dressed. Fuck, you needed him to be the calm one right now.

“Calm down. He will sense panic,” you tell him, moving away from the door to throw on some random clothes from your dresser.

“I knew this wasn't a good idea,” he mutters. “Why do I always fall for it? I should know better. Why don't I know better by now?”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes. “If you didn't want it. You can clearly push me away. I know how to take no for an answer.”

“You're persuasive,” he argues as he finishes dressing. “You said it was just going to be a shower.”

“It was,” you smile. “.... Until it wasn't and, by the way. You were the one who kissed me first in there.”

“Come on,” he tells you, opening your door and walking down the hallway.

“Yeah, you got nothing to say now, huh?” You question.

Laughing, you follow him until you get to the living room where your nephew is waiting. Once he sees you, he points to the couch. Humoring him, you sit down next to his coach and wait to hear what he needs to say.

“I think we need to set some new rules around here,” he looks at you two with his hands on his hips.

“Exscue me?” You ask with a laugh.

“You heard me,” he says, unwavering from his stance. “You need to keep your … activities …. active when I'm not around.”

“You live here,” Yoongi tells him as he drums his fingers against the coffee table.

“Well, sorry about your luck then,” he tells you. “No more hanky panky.”

“Hanky panky?” You question with knitted eyebrows.

“I fell asleep to some old tv show the other night,” he explains.

“First of all,” you point at him. “You need to learn to knock now that Yoongi is over here most nights. Second of all, we are adults who do not need your permission….”

“We're sorry, Nicks,” Yoongi apologizes, cutting off your speech. “I know that made you uncomfortable. We will be careful in the future, but respect needs to go both ways. You shouldn't just walk into her room anymore.”

“I'll start knocking,” he says, agreeing with Yoongi. “I'm still kind of used to it just being us. I'm sorry.”

“Is this over then?” You ask. “I have to steam your guys' suits before I leave. Is your jersey good to go? I knock it out real quick.”

“I steamed it twice last night," he answers.

“Of course you did,” you sigh. “You're going to give yourself an ulcer as much as you worry about this game.”

“I don't know what that is, but I need to scrub my shoes now,” he says and takes off to the kitchen.

You look at Yoongi, shaking your head, and he rubs your arm.

“I'll talk to him,” he kisses your head. “Go, do what you need to do. You worry about the wedding and I"ll worry about this.”

Nodding, you walk back to your room where the navy blue suits were hanging up. Taking them out of their separate bags, you hang them on your shower rod in your still damp bathroom, and as you stare at them, you wish you could kick yourself. You thought that by agreeing with Jungkook about them being able to pull double duty, they would feel less guilty about missing the game, but now … you think you just stressed them out even more. You should have told Yoongi just to go to the game, and you would see him at the reception. You should have never given Nicky the option to play the first half. As his guardian, you have to make tough decisions, and sometimes, he's not going to like them. You know that he would have gotten over it.

However, you wonder if you made this decision more for Yoongi than Nicky. You wanted to make Yoongi happy. You didn't want him to resent you for missing the championship. Deep down, you knew he wouldn't. That wasn't who he was, but it still scared you. After all he's done for you, you need to work with him on this.

Fuck! You think as you plug the steamer in and wait for it to heat.

This better be worth it!

“That's enough,” you cough, as your mom sprays more hair spray in your hair. You wave the aerosol residue out of your face and look at her. “The stylist already sprayed my hair.”

“You need more,” she says, spaying more as you attempt to run away from her. “Get back here.”

“I need to check my phone,” you hiss.

She finally turns from you. Looking at Elly, who looks beautiful, even just sitting there getting her makeup done, you grab your phone and sneak out of the room. Mark had kept you updated during the half of the game. By the time Yoongi and Nicky ran out of there, they were ahead by five points.

Your phone has been silent since.

Wrapping a thick sweater around your shoulders, you step out onto the side patio of the venue. The normally cold December air was thankfully warmed by the sun. While still chilly, it was bearable, and you're all counting your lucky stars that the roads were clear of snow. Yoongi and Nicky should make it back just in time.

As you lean over, your eyes sweep the parking lot to check for his car, and your eye twitches when you spot two people who definitely shouldn't be there. Taking a deep breath, you shake your head.

Nope.

Not today.

“What the FUCK are you two doing here?” You call out as you hike your rose gold bridesmaid dress up and march over to the two uninvited guests.

“I'm here to see my best friend get married,” Daniel, Chris's former groomsman, tells you with a smirk. “After all the trouble I was put through, I should be able to see him get married. So, I brought along a date.”

You look at him, slacked jaw for a good minute before you cackle.

“Y.. You really thought you would be welcome here,” you laugh at him. “With her. With crazy?”

“I'm not crazy,” Chris's ex-girlfriend says, glaring at you.

“You two are literally the first ones here,” you sneer at them. “You're trying to cause a scene, and I'm not letting you in there. You're not ruining this day for them, and I'm pretty sure your invite got revoked.”

“Well, I would have to cause a scene if your boyfriend wouldn't have shown up to ruin the fun at the bachelor party,” he snaps.

“Grow the fuck up, Daniel!” You snap. “You've always dragged my brother down. You're just pissed that he's finally seeing it.”

“I'm dragging him down,” he looks you up and down. “Sweethart, we know some of the same people. I'm sure that straight-laced boyfriend of yours wouldn't look at you the same if he knew how you used to party. The people you used to see or what you used to snort things off of.”

Chris's ex giggles and he smirks.

You nod, he wasn't wrong.

You're not proud of some of the things you have done in the past. You didn't even want to do half of the things you did back then. You just went along with what your boyfriends wanted you to do. You knew it was stupid, and you always hated yourself for it. However, you were not her anymore.

Mostly, anyway.

“Man, I hope I don't get blood on me,” you say.

“What?” He asks, giving you a strange look.

Balling your fist, you rear your hand back. Propelling your arm forward, your fist makes contact with his nose. He yells out, grabbing his face as he stumbles back away from you. Hissing, you pull your hand back, shaking it wildly. Motherfucker, that hurt! You need to learn to hit someone again. It never hurt like this before.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Daniel, yells at you as he removes his hand to find blood coating the skin.

“Sunshine's hitting people again!” Nicky exclaims as he and Yoongi hurry up to the venue. “Cool! Hit him again!”

“Holy shit my fucking hand!” You continue to shake it.

“Go inside and don't say anything to anyone about this,” Yoongi tells your nephew, and Nicky takes off inside. “What the hell is going on?”

“Douchebag number one brought crazy bitch to crash the wedding,” you say through gritted teeth. “I think I broke my hand.”

“If you are not invited, then leave,” Yoongi demands, stepping in front of you.

“I'm going to see Chris,” Crazy says, trying to step around Yoongi.

“The hell you are,” you snarl, poking your head around your boyfriend to glare at her.

“What in the hell is going on?” Your mother hisses as she makes her way over to your group. “Nicky says you broke someone's nose. What are you two doing here?”

“Hello, Mrs. L/N. We're here to support Chris,” his ex says with a sweet smile, changing her demeanor before looking at Yoongi politely as if she wasn't going to push him out of her way a moment ago. “Hi, I'm Jaime, and you are?”

“None of your business,” he tells her, clearly not falling for her bullshit.

“Daniel, Jamie, please, just go home,” your mom pleads with them. “Chris has made his feelings clear with the both of you. Go, before I have you escorted off the property.”

“Come on, James,” Daniel pulls at her arm. “It's not worth it.”

“You know,” Jamie sneers, dropping her act. “I don't know where you get off thinking you're better than us. Look at who you raised. A son who threw his life away to become a teenaged dad, a mommas boy and a slut.”

Yoongi scoffs and takes a step forward, but your mom stops him by shooting her arm out in front of him. She seems calm.

Too calm.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” she says, holding eye contact with Jamie. “Get her.”

“What?” You ask, not sure if you heard her correctly.

“Kick her ass,” she states casually.

“O..okay,” you answer before looking at your brother's ex, who looks back at you like she couldn't believe what she heard.

Looking around, you spot a decent sized, sturdy looking stick on the ground. Hurrying over, you snatch it off the ground and tap it against the sidewalk. It doesn't break.

It will do.

“What are you doing?” Jamie asks, backing into Daniel a little.

“My hand hurts,” you shrug. “So, I'm going to hit you with the stick. It'll be like old times.” Daniel takes off, leaving Jamie behind as she stares at you. You gather the bottom on your dress in your free hand and look at her. “Do you want a headstart?”

“You can't be…”

She stops talking once you start taking off toward her. She turns, running in the same direction that Chris's ex groomsman had just taken off a moment before. Luckily, she can't run in heels either, and you are able to keep up with her.

“Sweetheart, don't mess up your hair,” your mom calls out. “WATCH YOUR DRESS!”

As she gets close to the only unfamiliar car in the parking lot, you throw the stick at her. Effectively hitting her square in the back. She stops, glaring at you once she reaches the car.

“Fuck you, Y/N!” She huffs.

“Fuck you too, stalker,” you huff back.

Flipping off the car as tires squeal out of the parking lot, you stomp back to your mom and Yoongi. The latter looked shocked at what he witnessed. Please, this was nothing compared to what happened in the gym.

“You better not have gotten your dress dirty,” your mother warns, looking you over.

“You're the one who told me to do it,” you argue, looking down at yourself, making sure that you were still clean. “Did they win? Mark stopped texting me. It worried me a little bit.”

“Umm,” Yoongi blinks at you. “What?”

“Did the team win?” You ask, looking back up at him. “Did Jungkook tell you?”

“Yeah,” he smiles and shakes his head as if to clear it. “They won by twelve points. Kook called Nicky right after the game.”

“That's amazing,” you say, hugging him.

“I'll go and congratulate Nicks,” your mom claps and scurries inside.

“Are you okay?” You laugh. “You have another championship under your belt. You should be happy right now..”

“You threw a stick at her,” he tilts his in wonder. “And your mom told you to do it.”

Fisting his hoodie, you pull him down and connect your lips before pulling away.

“Welcome to the family,” you laugh.

Elly looked stunning in her wedding dress. Your brother cried when she walked down the aisle. Nicky didn't trip and fall. You and Yoongi walked perfectly in sync together as he wore his perfectly fitted navy blue suit.

The ceremony was everything Elly had talked about.

It was perfect.

Everyone was happy.

Plus, you could still move your fingers so you're sure you didn't actually break your hand. So, you're really happy.

“Thank you,” you smile at your boyfriend as he hands you your drink of choice. An Old Fashioned.

“So, who is the woman that has been glaring at you all night?” He asks, trying to discreetly point over to your cousin over in the corner of the room.

“Remember that cousin I beat up and I couldn't go to the family reunion because of it?” You ask, and he nods. “That's her. When we were younger her boyfriend asked me for a handy. They were nineteen. I was fifteen.”

“What?” He asks, a look of disgust paints his face.

“Yup,” you nod. “She and her mom blamed me for him, asking me for it. Well, I didn't like that. So, you know, I kind of gave her a black eye and threw a chair at him.”

“And they were invited?” He questions, looking over at her and pulling a face. The both of you watch her quickly look away, finding her own drink fascinating.

“Grandma and grandpa are getting old,” you shrug. “Mom doesn't want to cause any drama by leaving her sister out of a big event like this. As long as she leaves me the hell alone. I don't care.”

“That's bullshit,” he says, sipping his own drink.

“My grandma seems like you though,” you laugh.

“Yeah, she kept pinching my cheek and calling me handsome," he chuckles. “I saw the winks she was sending your way.”

“I can't blame her,” you laugh. “Your pants are fitting very well tonight.”

“Shut up,” mumbles into his glass embarrassed.

You smile, taking his hand and pulling him out on the dance floor. With a slow song playing over the speakers, you sway with him to the music as you each hold your drinks. Leaning in, he brushes his nose against yours.

“Sunshine, who is that girl in the green dress?” Nicky asks, coming up to you.

“Where?” You ask back. Nicky points, and you follow the direction of his finger, finding a couple of younger girls around his age by the dessert table. You shake your head at him. “I don't know.”

“I'm not related to her, right?” He asks.

You look at Yoongi who tries not to smile as he takes another sip of his drink.

“I don't think so. I think she was sitting with Elly's family,” you tell him.

“Thanks,” he says and attempts to take off, but Yoongi snatches him by the back of his collar. “Hey!”

“Remember what we talked about,” he warns him softly, and your nephew nods before taking off again.

The two of you watch the young teen approach the girl. She smiles at him as he stops in front of her and gestures to the dance floor. She nods, and he takes her hand, leading her out and out of your sight.

“Just what exactly was this talk you had with him?” You ask.

“He just had some questions,” he answers vaguely, making you raise your eyebrows at him. “It was mainly about respecting women, keeping his hands above the waist, and no means no.”

“Dammit,” you take a drink. “I'm not ready for this shit.”

“He's just dancing with her,” he laughs, pulling you closer.

“That's how it starts,” you groan. “Then before you know it. They end up under the bleachers during gym class.”

“How did you pass gym if you were busy making out with boys under the bleachers?” He laughs.

“I wore short shorts, and our teacher was a perv,” you explain like it was obvious.

“God, we are so different,” he shakes his head. “While I was actually playing dodgeball ….”

“I was playing with somebody's bal…” he cuts you off with a spin and kisses you when you come back to him.

“You're not funny,” he smirks.

“I'm a little funny,” you laugh, and look around as the two of you continue to sway to the slow song still playing over the speakers. “So, what's next for the team?”

“End of season celebration,” he answers.

“How dressy is that?” You wonder out loud.

“It's not,” he laughs. “I hear they chose the trampoline park. They run around and blow off steam. We order a bunch of pizzas. It's just a good time for them to be kids.”

“And then you get next year's championship,” you smile up at him.

“Hopefully, it will be less … exciting,” he says, choosing his words carefully.

“Well, I can honestly say that I promise to be on my best behavior next season, coach,” you tease. “I might even try to learn some things.”

“Oh?” He looks surprised.

‘Yeah, I kind of figured this thing between us might be going somewhere,” you shrug, acting like it was no big deal. “So, I might as well learn some shit.” He gives you the biggest smile you think you have ever seen him give you. “Buuuut, I probably won't retain the information because … you know… it's boring, but I'll definitely buy the team snacks and Gatorade.”

“I'll take it,” he kisses you. “Nicky is going away tonight, right?”

“Yup,” you reply. “Why?”

“I think I owe you a little something later,” he whispers against your ear. “Plus, I want to celebrate the win with my woman.”

“Is celebration hanky panky different from our normal hanky panky?” You ask with a devilish smirk, making him chuckle before pulling you in closer.

“I think it might be you covered in a little champagne,” he licks his lips, smirking back at you.

“Oh,” you say, blinking at him. “I must admit. I'm a little taken by surprise by that. This is a whole new side of you.”

“Doll, we're just getting started,” he smiles and kisses you again.

He's right.

You're just getting started.

《The Epilogue 》

Tagged Readers

@busanbby-jjk , @meelismee , @yoonglez0613

@jajabro , @wicked-game-black-butler

@wobblewobble882, @damn-u-min-yoongi

@mintedagustd , @Granataepfelchen

@yoongiiuu93, @jimeg629 @jincapableoflove , @minghaosimp

@redragdoll, @ot72025 @princesstiti14

@seoullove96 @our-cool-jenny

@kam9404 , @momma1 , @carolineesnell

@amarawayne , @militrybarbi , @expired-vibes

@haileyborig, @bettytta , @ilikekpop-c

@mar-lo-pap , @lattejimin, @butterymin

@thelilbutifulthings , @cannotalwaysbenight

@notsooperfect. @muchwita ,

@maryhopemei , @rinkud , @misfits1a , @ktownshizzle @jungshaking

#yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts fic #min yoongi smut #min yoongi #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #agust d #suga bts #min yoongi angst #bts angst #bts fluff

164 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 8 days ago

Note

Is your overtime going to have the same taglist?? I can't wait to see what you come up with. I've loved this series so much.

Yes, I will keep everyone from The Game of Healing taglist on each one-shot, drabble, or whatever we want to call my extras. So, if you're already on there, no worries, and if you want to be added, just let me know. I'll be happy to add you! 💗

#yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #ask #asks

7 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 8 days ago

Text

This will be the masterlist for all my extras for The Game of Healing. You will be able to find it linked within Games masterlist, and because I can't keep secrets, I'll show you the first title.

°Frost Bite Festival

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #yoongi #bts fic #min yoongi smut #min yoongi #agust d #suga

62 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 13 days ago

Text

Okay, readers. With Game of Healing almost over. I'm not ready to let Yoongi and Sunshine go just yet. I would like a little input from you.

I have two chapters left. One regular chapter and an epilogue. My dilemma is I don't know if i have it in me/fluid plot to write a sequel. If I do, I would have to scrap the epilogue, and next week would be the last chapter.

Or ... I can keep everything the way it is and give you a series of one-shots/ extra long chapters of flashbacks between the two final chapters that dont necessarily have to flow together, which I do have ideas for. Which could open the door for future present-day oneshots for them.

Either way, I'm not letting them go. I'll keep the tag list open.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi #yoongi smut

59 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 14 days ago

Note

Do you think some drama might happen before the series is over? The championship & wedding on the same day has me a little worried....

Honestly, I've been going back and forth on some things. So, undecided right now.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #asks

7 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 14 days ago

Text

MDNI 🔞

Main Masterlist here

Game Masterlist here

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence,

A/N: Ya'll almost didn't get a chapter this week, but I pulled this chapter out of nowhere. So, this one moves kind of fastbut I wanted you to have something. I've been a little stuck so I'm hoping I'll be good to go for next Saturday. Cross your fingers.

“Y/N?” Your face twitches as the sound of your name disturbs your sleep. Ignoring it, you continue to lie there, trying to fall back to sleep. “Y/N?”

“Go away,” you mumble, turning your head in the other direction.

“I'm hungry,” your brother says.

“And?” You question and burrow into Yoongi's side.

“Let's go to mom and dad's,” Chris suggests. “Mom will cook for us. I need something greasy.”

“So, go,” you tell him. “She's mad at me.”

“She's always mad at you,” he shakes the bed, jostling both you and Yoongi, who grabs a pillow and chucks it at your little brother. “Come one. You have to pick up Nicky anyway.”

“Do you even remember last night?" Yoongi asks him as he sits up with his elbows supporting him from behind.

“Some of it,” your brother answers, looking between the two of you. “.... not much.”

“Tell him,” you laugh, patting Yoongi on the chest.

“You kicked your groomsmen out of the wedding after they tried to give you …. female company,” Yoongi explains.

“Oh, god,” he puts his hands on his head and starts pacing. “My phone is dead. I … shit… What should I do? I didn't do anything … stupid, right?”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head. “You cried. Literally, cried about how much you love Elly. You didn't do anything. I mean other than firing your wedding party.”

“Y/N, get your ass up. We need to go,” Chris begs, tugging at your blankets.

“What did you say to her?” Yoongi asks, glaring at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Chris says, throwing the blankets off you and grabbing your ankle. “ The protective boyfriend act is cute, but I don't have time for it. We need to save my wedding.”

You try to kick your brother, but unfortunately, he was much stronger than you, and with a good yank, your ass was on the floor.

“Fuck all the way off,” you yell as he heads for you bedroom door.

“Ten minutes!” He yells back.

Yoongi leans over the side of the bed to look at you and blow your hair out of your face, looking back up at him.

“Remember that revenge I need to plot?” You ask, and he promptly nods. “Yeah, I'm not helping him. He's dealing with this one himself.”

Bastard!

“Well, it looks like everybody survived last night," your dad says as the three of you walk through the door.

“So far,” you smile innocently.

“Shut up,” Chris hisses at you.

Taking Yoongi's hand, the two of you walk happily to the table in the attached dining room. The front door opens, and Elly walks through just as the three of you sit down. Looking at your brother, the color drains from his face as he watches her approach the table.

“How was last night?" She asks, running a hand through his hair once she reaches him.

“Umm,” he looks down at the table.

“What?” She questions, looking at him and then at Yoongi before looking back at her fiancé.

“Food is ready,” your mom says, walking in two plates of bacon. “I'll grab the waffles. Is Nicky still sleeping?”

No one answers her as you, Yoongi, and your dad watch the engaged couple.

“What happened?” Elly asks, looking around.

“Just tell her,” Yoongi urges him.

“I guess … last night. The guys tried to bring some women around…” he starts.

“What?” She asks.

“Nothing happened,” Yoongi tells her. “They didn't stick around long. He told them about how much he loved you.”

“Well, why does it seem like something happened?” She wonders out loud.

“I guess … I don't remember doing it, but I guess I kicked the guys out of the wedding,” he admits.

“Christopher!” Your mom gasps as Elly's eyes go wide in shock.

“Can we talk in private?” Elly asks him. “Now?”

Nodding, Elly, and your brother leave the table, leaving your mom looking at you. You look back at her, waiting for her to say something, but she just seems … in shock. Sighing, you grab a plate, handing it to Yoongi before taking one for yourself and placing some bacon on both plates.

“Are you not concerned about that?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“Nope,” you shake your head. “For once, I'm not the problem. So, dad, I hear you had a girlfriend that mom chased off.”

“Sure did,” he laughs. “She would make me lunch because she thought my girlfriend was trying to starve me.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffs. “Her little salads were not lunch. Plus, I didn't see you pushing my lunches away.”

“Of course not,” he smiles, grabbing his plate. “You can cook. When my girlfriend found out. She was, of course, mad, and she had every right to be. So, I told your mom to stop, and she did, but then …”

“Then?” You ask, wanting him to finish the story.

“I found myself missing her, and I broke up with my girlfriend and tracked your mom down after she stopped coming to the work site,” he finishes.

“Mom, you made it seem much more scandalous than that,” you laugh, and she shakes her head, leaving to grab the other food. Once she returns, she places the plates of waffles down by the bacon too forcefully. “Okay, mom, I'm sorry for last night. Although, I think you're lying about never sending dad topless pictures…”

“Don't need to know that,” Yoongi grumbles, shoving bacon in his mouth.

“But I pushed it too far with the threesome and anal sex thing,” you say. Your dad puts his elbows on the tables and places his chin on his fists, looking between you and Yoongi. “Oh, Yoongi and I have done neither. By the way mother, I did not win ‘Who is the Biggest Whore’. You should be proud of me.”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi breathes.

“Were you going to eat without me?” Nicky asks, coming down the stairs and practically sprinting to the table.

“Thank god,” your mother says when the teenager appears. “Eat up before it gets cold. I'll go check on Chris and Elly.”

“What's wrong with them?” Nicky asks. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” your father answers. “Just eat.”

As the four of you turn to your plates to eat in silence. Your mother returns with your brother and a visibly upset Elly in tow, and for the first time since walking through the door, you feel bad. You hated seeing her upset. Elly didn't deserve any of this. Your brother fucked up and it wasn't her fault.

“It might be unconventional,” you say, breaking the silence. “But, I could stand on his side next to Nicky. That way, we can still have even numbers.”

“But the colors would be off,” your mother shakes her head. “You would need a navy blue dress.”

“Thanks anyway, Y/N,” Elly tells you softly, looking down at the table.

“Well,” Chris drums his fingers on the table nervously. “Maybe… Yoongi could take one of the spots.”

Everyone turns to look at your boyfriend, who suddenly turns pink.

“I'm sorry,” he swallows his orange juice. “Me?”

“I doubt he would be comfortable walking with my sister or cousin,” Elly sighs. “Y/N is already walking with Nicks.”

“I'll walk with your sister or cousin,” Nicky says, shrugging his shoulders. “I don't mind.”

“My feelings won't be hurt if I'm moved down a spot in line,” you assure her. “I'll still do all the maid of honor duties.”

“Hold on,” your dad shuts you all up. “Yoongi didn't even agree to anything yet.”

You all look at your boyfriend once more.

“Umm,” he licks his lips nervously.

“You don't have to,” Elly tells him.

“No, it's okay,” he nods. “I'll do it. It's just … what happens if …”

“We don't work out, and you're in the pictures?” You finish for him.

“Photoshop,” Nicky answers. “It'll be like you were never there.”

“Don't let them pressure you,” your dad tells him.

“Really,” he nods again. “I'll do it.”

“This is perfect,” your mother practically cries, clapping her hands. “This is just … oh no the suit!”

“Leave that to me,” your dad tells your mother. “Elly you need to relax and not stress yourself out. Chris, you better find another body to fill that last spot and sunshine …. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you said earlier. Now, everybody thank Yoongi for saving your asses so we can finally eat.”

“Thank you, Yoongi!”

“I don't know my inseam measurement,” Yoongi furrows his brow as he looks at his phone.

“What?” You question, looking up at him from where the two of you lay on your couch.

“Your mom wants my measurements. I don't know my inseam,” he types something on his phone. “It appears your dad got the suits back from your brother's friends and is hoping by some miracle one might fit.”

“Maybe,” you offer noncommittingly. “I mean, you all have a similar build and height, so … maybe.”

“She's going to meet me here after practice tomorrow with Elly so I can try them on,” he sighs.

“Are you regretting this?” You laugh.

“No,” he replies, rubbing your arm. “I've only been in Joon's wedding, and I forgot how stressful it was. I just feel bad for Elly.”

“Not my brother?” You look back up at him.

“Nope,” he laughs.

“You're learning,” you nod in approval.

“HEY!” Nicky pops up from the back of the couch, scaring the two of you.

“Stop doing that,” you swat at him weakly. Nicky proceeds to lean over the back of the couch, promptly falling on top of the two of you. “You're heavy!”

“Can I please have my stuff back?” He asks.

"You only have a few days left,” Yoongi answers, trying to adjust under the weight of the teenage boy, and his girlfriend squished against his side.

“I aced my science test this week. I haven't had any homework and have you seen how clean my room has been?” He looks between the two of you.

“Do you seriously understand the gravity of your actions?” You ask him. “You're a smart kid, but I'm going to be honest with you … you don't have the street smarts to do shit like that. There are people out there who will hurt you.”

“I know,” he says. “I just wanted to go see mom and dad.”

“I'll take you to see them anytime you want,” you tell him. “You can't scare us like that again.”

“I won't. I promise,” he replies.

“In my closet,” you tell him. “On the top shelf.”

“Thanks, sunshine,” he rolls off you and onto the floor before getting up and taking off running to your bedroom.

“I knew you would give into him,” Yoongi shakes his head.

“Please, it's not like he's a delinquent,” you scoff.

“Speaking of delinquent behavior,” he says, sitting up partially to look at you and whispering. “You are not the biggest whore?”

“Nope, and I was surprised,” you smile. “I came in second.”

“Let me guess?” He looks up at the contemplation. “With anal sex and threesomes?”

“That was just to scare my mom away,” you laugh. “I've never had anal sex before.”

“Threesomes?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I plead the fifth,” you say.

“Good to know,” he nods.

“Knock that thought out of your head,” you pull him down for a kiss. “Only if it's another dude. I get jealous.”

“Absolutly not,” he shakes his head. “I don't share.”

“Perfect, then we don't have an issue,” you smile. “Besides, if you were open to it, the only one I would willingly accept…”

‘Better not be Jimin,” he growls.

“Is Hobi,” you sigh.

“Why?” He eyes you suspiciously.

“Have you seen him dance?” You ask. “I may have watched a little too long once when picking Nicky up from dance.” You focus back on Yoongi, who wasn't impressed. “Joking. I'm just … joking.”

“I'm going to let it slide once,” he tilts his head to the side. “You're lucky he would be the only one I would trust in … that situation.”

“I don't want a threesome. Those days are long gone,” you say.

“And I don't want you to get bored of our sex life,” he worries his bottom lip.

My god! You found yourself an Elly.

That's cute.

“You give me multiple orgasms. There's no way I'm going to be bored,” you kiss him again. “Plus, you know. I love you. That's enough for me.” His phone going off has you rolling your eyes. “Tell my mom to calm down.”

“It's not your mom,” he smiles at his text. “Are you up for a little field trip in a few days?”

You look over at his screen and smirk deviously.

“Is Hobi going to be there?” You ask. Tossing his phone, he throws himself on top of you, tickling your sides. “I'M SORRY!”

“No you're not,” he laughs into your neck.

He's right.

You're not.

You take a deep breath and adjust the baby blue gift bag on your lap as you look out the window and trees that fly by. Soothingly, you run your fingers over the nylon handles as you move around your seat once more.

“What's wrong?” Yoongi asks, looking at you quickly from the driver's seat before focusing back on the road. “It's not like you don't know who they are.”

“I know,” you tell him. “But, they clearly know we went through something, right? I mean, what Taehyung said at the bar means they know something.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “They know we were on a little break, and they know why. It's Jungkook's favorite story to tell.”

“Great,” you sigh.

“Stop,” he smiles. “They thought it was funny. I was the one who got yelled at. Yeri ripped me a new one after she forced the whole Ara story out of me. She thinks you should have sent a few punches my way, too. I think that was just the hormones talking, though.”

“Are you sure I should be here right now?” You ask as Najoon and Yeri's house comes into view. “This feels … private.”

“I'm literally in your brother's wedding,” he pats your thigh and places his hand back on the steering wheel to turn into the long driveway. “They specifically invited you and Nicky along today. Do you not want to be friends with my friends?”

“It's not that,” you answer quickly. “Your friends are nice … normal. I don't know how to act around them just yet.”

“Be yourself,” he parks and turns the car off. “Mouth and all. They will appreciate it.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“You ready?” He asks.

“Let's go,” you answer, gripping the gift's handle firmly in your fist.

Yoongi smiles at you and taps you underneath your chin before kissing you. He gets out of the car and runs around to open your door. Stepping out, you carefully let your gift hang at your side. Taking his hand, you let him lead the way to the beautiful house tucked away in the woods. Up the front steps, he uses a code,opening the door, letting the two of you in, and carefully shutting the door.

“Come on,” he nods his head off to the side as he continues to guide you through the strange house.

You hadn't gone inside the last time you had been invited here. Opting to stay outside during the bonfire, the inside of the house was gorgeous. Clean and full of art pieces that would soon have to be put away for the safety of their little one and the safety of their valuables. You yourself almost were worried about touching anything in case you knocked something over. You're sure everything was worth more than everything you owned combined.

“Yoongi and Rocky are here,” Jin says, laughing at himself.

“Knock it off,” Yeri says, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling. “Everyone else just left except for Jungkook. He's on his way. Did Nicky not come?”

“He's at a friend's house,” Yoongi explains.

“They had a book report due,” you interject.

“Education is very important,” Namjoon comes into the room with a small bundle in his arms. “There is always next time.”

“He's so small,” you say in awe, looking at their little baby.

Yoongi takes the bag from your hand and takes it to Yeri.

“You didn't have to get us anything,” she says, taking the tissue paper out of the bag.

“I wanted to,” you tell her. “Nicky was even excited to pick some things out. I'll let you guess what items he picked out.”

“Sit down,” Namjoon instructs. “You guys can hold him.”

“Oh,” Yoongi shakes his head. “I'll pass.”

“Why?” You giggle, making yourself comfortable on their couch as Namjoon approaches you with his son. Bending your arms, ready to cradle the new baby safely, you watch as Yoongi stares nervously on. “Are you scared of the baby?”

“He's just so small,” he comments.

Smiling, Namjoon places his son in your arms, and you immediately coo. It's been so long since you held a baby. In fact, you hardly remember Nicky being this small. Slipping your forefinger into his little fist, the little guy grabs a hold of it in his sleep, and you laugh.

“He's got a little grip on him,” you say as your eyes never leave his innocent face.

“He'll be strong like his dad,” Yeri says.

“Let's hope he's not as destructive as his dad,” Yoongi jokes, finally sitting next to you and reaching around you to rub the baby's little fist.

“He'll be graceful just like his mom,” Namjoon replies.

“Oh, the little basketball onesies," she laughs. “Tell Nicky I love them.”

“I will,” you smile.

“How are you so calm holding him?” Yoongi asks softly.

“Why wouldn't I be?” You ask, looking at him. “He's fine. He's sleeping.”

“Better get over it, Yoongs,” Yeri says, smirking. “If you two ever have one. You can't expect her to do all the work.”

“Waaaaay too soon,” you say and look at your boyfriend, who definitely was blushing.

“You never know,” she shrugs. “I mean, you almost went to jail because of his jealous sugar mommas ass.”

“She was not my sugar momma,” he denies looking at you as you were trying not to laugh so you wouldn't wake the baby up. “She wasn't.”

“Weeeelllll, she was giving you money,” you explain. “And you were sleeping with her. Sooo….”

“She was giving me money for the team,” he defends his actions, and everyone looks at one another.

“You have to admit it does look bad,” Namjoon agrees with you and Yeri.

“Not to mention her weird relationship with her husband….” you start.

“She's married?” Yeri asks with wide eyes. “You left that part out! I thought she was a single mom.”

“YOONGI!”Jin hisses. “I've raised you all wrong. Where did I go wrong?”

“Hey,” Jungkook says, coming into the room with a bottle of wine in his hand. “What's going on?”

“You're in trouble too,” Jin points his finger at the newcomer. “You knew she was married but didn't tell us.”

“Are we talking about Ara?” He asks. “I should have let Y/N kick her a couple of times.”

“Men out,” Yeri points. “Y/N and I need to chit chat since Yoongi wants to lie to me.”

“I didn't lie,” he argues.

“You left out details. It's the same thing,” she says and points once more. Yoongi sighs, standing up from the couch, and leaves the room with the rest of the men following along with him. She shakes her head and looks back at you, stunned. “Married?”

“Married,” you confirm. “Her husband is … awful, too. He didn't like to take no for an answer.”

“I'm sorry,” her mouth drops open. “What?”

“Yup,” you nod. “It was messy. I had to knee him in the nuts so he wouldn't touch me.”

‘What the fuck?’ She mouths at you and you nod.

“He didn't tell us any of this,” she says. “Holy cow.”

“I think her motives for pushing me over the edge came down to Yoongi,” you tell her. “She was jealous of us, but I didn't attack her because of him. I have him, I knew she wasn't a threat to us, but once she opened her mouth about Nicks … I saw red.”

“You're a protective momma bear,” she nods.

“But I'm not a momma bear,” you reply.

“He's your cub now,” she says, sticking to her original statement. “You're his momma bear now.”

“Well, this momma bear almost royally screwed all up,” you say. “The worst part of it all is …. if i could change anything. I would aim more for her face instead of her head. I really hurt my hand.”

“Well, if you run into her again. We have plenty of bail money, and Joon is an amazing lawyer," she offers. “Yoongi is an idiot for getting involved with a married woman and for almost losing you. I wouldn't have been able to sit with her all season knowing that they had been together.”

“I tried ending it when I first found out about her,” you admit. “But, I don't know. He's great, you know?”

She nods.

“He is,” she agrees. “However, he's still an idiotic man. When Jungkook called me and told us what happened and that Yoongi practically locked himself in his room after HE initiated a break. I'll tell you what. I was pissed. I marched right on over there and made him feel guilty for stressing a pregnant lady out and then made him feel guilty for not comforting you. Jungkook could have easily taken over practice that day, and he could have gone home with you.”

“You didn't have to do that,” you laugh.

“It felt great,” she says. “Joon had been hovering over me so much, and I couldn't yell at him. The best part, though, was Jimin getting in his head. Told him that he wouldn't blame you if you were out having fun on your break.”

“Is that why he got me roses?” You ask.

“I don't know anything about roses,” she replies. “But Yoongi is so … stoic. However, there is something about Jimin that gets to Yoongi, and I find it hilarious when he reacts to him. Let's just say, I think Yoongi invented some swear words and threw Jimin out of his room when he suggested that.”

“I hear Jimin has a little crush on me,” you wince.

“I wouldn't take it to heart,” she laughs. “Jimin is a flirt. He wouldn't actually cross any boundaries. Yoongi is just an easy target for his teasing.”

“I really love him,” you tell her and look down at your hands. “I just don't want to force him to be tied down to me and Nicky.”

“Trust me,” she kicks you lightly with her foot. “You're not forcing him, and with the way he was looking at you holding my baby …. I know, there's no place he would rather be.”

The court seemed more chaotic than normal. The boys were all red in the face as they went against their opponents. The round orange ball passes quickly between Nicky and teammates in an attempt to keep it away from the other team. Nicky, with the ball in hand, gets surrounded with nowhere to go. You watch, holding your breath as he finds Mark's son. With a toss of the ball, Jun catches the ball and runs down the court, dribbling the ball steadily against the court floor. Stopping, he takes position.

He shoots.

He scores.

Turning, you give Mark who was behind you a high five before turning your attention back to the game. Your eyes go to the scoreboard, watching the number jump ahead two points. Bangtan Ravens were ahead by seven points. You knew it wasn't enough for Yoongi to be happy and, by the way he was walking up and down the sideline of the court…. you were right.

“I can't take this,” Elly says. “I swear my kids won't play sports.”

“Good luck,” you say, eyes never leaving the boys running. “Your kids will probably play everything just like Chris did.”

“Five minutes left,” Chris says. “They just need to run the ball.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, glancing at him and looking back toward Nicky, who was trying to run to his teammate.

“They just need to keep the ball in their hands,” your dad explains. “If they try to make a shot and miss, then they could lose the ball.”

“Then the other team can get it,” you finish making him nod.

The clock seems to take forever this time to count down as the boys play. The seconds seem to take minutes as your eyes flick back and forth between their glaring red number and the determined boys, who seem to be doing exactly as your brother said.

Running the ball.

Yoongi, now standing with Jungkook, was nodding and clapping at the boys. Yells something at them as they run by. It seems encouraging. It seems like they were going to win this. They were going to win this whole thing.

Your body starts bouncing on its own as you stand there. The clock finally reached its last minute. Over your shoulder, Mark hands you a small confetti cannon. Smiling at him, you take it with shaking fingers and watch as the boys are about to win.

10. The boys don't stop running.

9. They don't stop passing.

8. They don't stop looking for one another.

7. They don't stop communicating.

The buzzer sounds, and you, along with the rest of the parents, set off your confetti cannons as your Bangtan Ravens take the win. Yoongi and Jungkook quickly gather the boys to shake the other team's hand before they can celebrate on the court.

Bangtan Ravens Undefeated

12 - 0

You finally get it. All that hard work Nicky put in. Everything Yoongi tries to instill in the boys. You get it. They look so proud out there, knowing that everything paid off in the end.

As the other team heads to the locker room, the boys gather in the middle of the court in a big hug. The parents make their way down waiting for their player to finish their moment with the team. Your mom takes hold of your hand, wiping her tears as he squeezes your hand tightly. You know she misses your brother the most in these small moments. You pull her into a hug, wrapping her into your arms.

“He's here,” you tell her. “Now dry those tears and go get your grandkid.”

With a kiss to your cheek, your mom sprints to Nicky, who looks utterly mortified by her hugging him. Laughing, you head to Yoongi, who surprises you by picking you up off your feet and twirling you around. Kissing you, he sets you back on your feet as some of the parents wolf whistle at the two of you. Pressing your face against his chest, you think you've changed your mind about this whole trying thing next season.

Fucking parents!

“You did it,” you say, looking up at him.

“Just the championship to go,” he says, cupping your face.

“What?” You question. “The championship?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “The championship, next Saturday.”

“Sat..ss..Saturday,” you stutter. “NEXT Saturday.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Why are you ….. Oh shit the wedding!”

You quickly look at Chris and Elly, who are hugging Nicky. They look back at you with the same realization on their faces.

This could not be happening.

“This can not be happening?” Elly cries. “Just when we figure everything out. BAM!”

“I won't play Saturday,” Nicky says. “They will be fine without me.”

“But it means so much to you,” she says, hugging him to her chest. He looks at you for help, but you just shake your head no at him. “I would never ask you to make that decision.”

“Well, I'm making that decision,” your mother says. “He's clearly not missing the wedding. Yoongi, on the other hand…”

“Dad can take his spot,” Chris pipes up.

“But the suit,” your mom argues.

“I don't give a shit about the damn suit,” he argues.

“STOP!” You yell, grabbing your bag off the floor. “I'm going to Yoongi's. We all kind of bailed on him right after the game. Maybe we can fucking figure this out without everyone FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!”

“STOP SWEARING!” Your mother yells.

“Bite me,” you tell her as you walk to the door and slam it a little too hard behind you.

Getting into your car, you hit the steering wheel before starting your vehicle and pulling out of Chris's driveway. Peeling out, you zoom down the street. Why couldn't anything go easy for you? Why couldn't this have been the last damn game? Of course, it couldn't have. It would have been too perfect. Now you're going to have a teenager who is going to blame himself for letting his team down if they lose. Now you're going to have a boyfriend who is going to struggle to make everyone happy because he feels like that's his job.

This was complete bullshit!

You just wanted your brother and Elly to have a nice wedding. To be able to spend a night with a partner enjoying yourself with people you loved. Why can't you ever get anything you want? You'll never make Yoongi choose you over his team. He was theirs first. They need him. They count on him.

It just wasn't fair!

Knocking on his door, you tap your foot nervously against his steps, waiting for the door to open. His neighborhood was quiet at this time in the evening. The sun was sinking below the horizon in the early evening as your breath was caught in the cold air. Suddenly, the door swinging open has your head snapping over to greet whoever opened it for you.

“Well, hello,” Jimin greets with a smile.

“Is he here?” You ask.

“Who?” Jimin teases, leaning against the door.

“Jimin, so help me, god. I don't have time for this shit,” you hiss grabbing the front of his shirt and balling it in your fist.

“I like a woman in control,” he smiles.

“YOONGI!” You call out, eyes never leaving his friends.

“Doll?” Yoongi pops up behind Jimin, pushing him out of the way. “What's going on?”

“I'm going to kick his ass,” you warn.

“I won't stop you,” he says. “Come on.” Taking Yoongi's hand, you let him lead you into the kitchen where he had his laptop set up. “I've been trying to figure something out for Saturday. The wedding is at four, right?”

“Right,” you reply and sit down on the stool next to where he sits.

“The school where the game is taking place is at a neutral location. That way, neither team has an advantage in being at their home court. I've been staring at this fucking map since I got home, ” Yoongi shakes his head. “The fastest route is an hour and half away. Our games are about an hour but if we hit over time…”

“Yoongi,” you sigh.

“I can't figure out a way to make it work,” he runs a hand through his hair as his eyes burn a hole through the map on his screen.

“Yoongi, Nicky isn't going to play next Saturday,” you tell him, and he finally looks at you. “It was his choice, and obviously, my mom wasn't going to let him miss the wedding for a game anyway. Chris is going to get my dad to replace you. So, you don't have to worry about anything.”

“I'm so sorry I let you down,” he apologizes. “I got so caught up in everything I didn't even think about the championship landing on the same day as the wedding.”

“It's fine, I guess,” you shrug.

“It's not,” he licks his lips and slams the laptop shut. You watch as he looks around his kitchen, strumming his fingers in thought. “Fuck it! Jungkook can do it.”

“What?” You ask, slightly alarmed.

“KOOK!” Yoongi calls and nods at you but doesn't answer your question. When the assistant coach shows up in the kitchen, Yoongi immediately points at him. “You're taking over the championship game on Saturday.”

“What?” You and Jungkook say at the same time.

“I'm not missing the wedding. You are more than capable of leading the boys to the win,” Yoongi tells him. “I'm not letting Y/N and her family down by bailing on her brother's wedding.”

“You've never missed a game,” Jungkook tells him with wide eyes.

“Well, I have something more important to do,” he explains. “You'll be fine. The boys will listen to you. We will prepare them all week. It will be fine.”

“Yoongi,” you try.

“I'm not missing it,” he says stubbornly. “Doll, with the game starting at one and the wedding at four. If I go to the game, there is absolutely no way I can get to the venue and change in time. I can't account for traffic or weather. I have no choice but to have Kook take over.”

“Wait,” Jungkook says, stepping in close to the two of you. “Is the wedding local?” You nod, confirming his question. “Okay, you can say no if you want, but what if you come to the game for the first half? You can still be there for the team, and you can still make it to the wedding with time to get ready.”

“With no traffic problems. You should make it back an hour before the wedding,” you bite your lower lip in thought. “Nicky could play the first half.”

“Too risky,” Yoongi shakes his head.

“You wouldn't let him miss the wedding,” you say, rubbing his chest. “You have an amazing team but I'll fucking say it. Nicky should be able to get you ahead enough in that first half to set Jungkook and team up for a win.”

“She's not wrong,” Jungkook adds, agreeing with you. “Nicky is our key for this to work. He'll set us up, and they will bring it home.”

“But…” Yoongi tries.

“Look, Yoongi,” you look up at him. “I can't be there Saturday, and I know even though Nicky says he's fine with missing the game, he doesn’t want to let his team down. If this gives him a chance to play, there is no one in the world that I trust more than you to take care of him and get him back on time.”

Placing his hands on his hips, he stares at you for a good minute.

“Can you have our suits laid out for us?” He asks.

You smile, and Jungkook high fives you.

This is going to work.

It has to!

《Chapter 23》

Tagged Readers

@busanbby-jjk , @meelismee , @yoonglez0613

@jajabro , @wicked-game-black-butler @wobblewobble822 , @damn-u-min-yoongi

@mintedagustd , @Granataepfelchen

@yoongiiuu93, @jimeg629 @jincapableoflove , @minghaosimp

@redragdoll, @ot72025 @princesstiti14 @seoullove96 @our-cool-jenny

@kam9404 , @momma1, @carolineesnell @amarawayne , @militrybarbi , @expired-vibes @haileyborig, @bettytta , @ilikekpop-c

@mar-lo-pap , @lattejimin, @butterymin

@thelilbutifulthings , @cannotalwaysbenight @notsooperfect

@muchwita , @maryhopemei , @rinkud , @misfits1a , @ktownshizzle @jungshaking

#yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #bts fic #min yoongi smut #min yoongi #suga bts #agust d #bts suga #suga #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #bts yoongi

151 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 19 days ago

Text

Procrastination at its best.

#yoongi #suga #bts min yoongi #min yoongi #i should be writing

12 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 20 days ago

Note

1: Yoongi didn't need to tell her about those women and he did. That says so much about the man he is.

2. The sex questions with her mom. 👀 I could never!

3. Im going to miss them. Thank you for this story.

You're right. She would have never known about the woman, but he honest. Hes just that amazing!

I agree! I could never do that either.

I will miss them aswell, but hopefully, this won't be over for them. You are very welcome. 🩷🩵❤️🤍

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi

7 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 21 days ago

Text

MDNI 🔞

Main Masterlist here

Game Masterlist here

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

A/N: I just realized you guys …. Yoongi and Sunshine's journey is almost over!! Only a couple chapters left.

SMUT!

For the first time, walking through the gym doors didn't cause you to have an overwhelming feeling of wanting to be sick. The Wicked Witch of the West was taken care of, and you had no other mortal enemies at the moment. However, when the parents all looked at you as you came through the heavy door. You still had the urge to want to hide away under their gazes. You could only imagine what was talked about in their group chat.

“Finally,” Chick…. Wendy says, running over to you. “Coach Min said you would be back today. I brought a little treat to celebrate.”

“You didn't have to,” you try to argue, although you knew that it was no use.

“I wanted to,” she beams at you. “For one, it's a thank you for getting rid of Ara. We were so tired of playing nice with her. Number two, it's a welcome back to the team treat.”

“Okay,” you give her a stiff smile.

Grabbing your hand, she pulls you over to the bleachers where there appeared to be two white boxes. They looked professional as if they came from a bakery. Clapping her hands, she motions for you to open the top one. Dropping your bag, you look over to Mark, who was doing an awful job covering his silent laugh.

Great!

What the hell is in here?

Opening the lid, you are greeted with cupcakes. Perfectly iced cupcakes swirled with pretty tie-dyed colors. What you weren't prepared for, however, were the little boxing gloves cupcake toppers. The red gloves that sat on top of the sweet cakes stuck out like a sore thumb, and you wonder if Yoongi saw these yet.

You doubt he would approve.

“Umm,” you lick your lips, trying to find the right words. “Thank you?”

She bounces on her feet and jokingly puts up her fist like a boxer would.

“What's going on over here?” Yoongi asks as he and Jungkook come over to you and the parents.

“I got your lovely girlfriend a welcome back gift,” Wendy informs him.

Both men lean over to look in the bakery box. Jungkook quickly covers his mouth, laughing, and walks away out to the court. Yoongi sighs and points at her. Nodding his head, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he just quietly walks away, joining his friend to round the boys up.

“I don't think that's appropriate for the boys,” you say as delicately as you could.

“Oh, they have basketballs on their cupcakes,” she nods and hands out the almost offensive, albeit funny cupcakes out to the parents.

“So, you didn't wind up in the slammer, huh?” Mark asks as you sit next to him as usual with your treat in hand.

“Nope,” you answer. “I'm actually quite surprised. I was ready to go.”

“I think it was the fact that no one here was willing to stand up for her,” he tells you. “The next day, your lovely new group of friends got everyone to agree to the whole story of her falling down the bleachers.”

“What about the boys?” You laugh. “They clearly saw what happened.”

“They may have been bribed with a group outing to the trampoline park,” he admits with a guilty smile. “The coaches don't know about that part.”

“So, we're teaching them to lie to law enforcement early … nice,” you laugh again.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “We were planning on taking them there anyway after the season was over. We always celebrate somewhere.”

“It's almost over,” you say, watching the scatter across the floor.

“Then, we do it again next year,” he adds.

“Can't wait,” you groan.

“Well, think of it this way,” he says. “You won't be the new parent next year, and you'll have plenty of friends coming into this.”

He was right.

You didn't want a repeat of this year. Yes, Ara might be gone, and there was no way that Yoongi was ever going to let her back on the team. However, you needed to support the two men in your life. You didn't want to let them down. Were you going to become the worlds best basketball mom….err aunt in the world. No, but it wouldn't hurt you to make some damn signs or supply the boys with some snacks. It's what your sister-in-law would have done. You could never replace her, but you could try to make her proud.

It was time to stop fighting it.

Licking the frosting off your finger, you guess you better make some Pinterest account for ideas for help.

Or. You know, turn to your mom for help and slap your name on everything.

That works too.

Go team!

“This one has a pool, though,” Nicky says, sitting on the counter as you and Yoongi fill the dishwasher. His eyes focus on the listings your mother forwarded you of her soon to be empty rentals.

“Okay,” you agree. “That one is out of the current school district. So, say goodbye to your friends and your basketball team.”

“Nope,” Yoongi says. “I'm not losing my shooting guard.”

“Man,” he whines and dramatically swipes off the house to the next one.

“What's wrong with the other one?” You ask. “It's three bedrooms. Two upstairs, one downstairs and a nice backyard. We won't be on top of each other constantly.”

“It doesn't have a pool,” he grumbles, looking at the pictures.

“It's just on the other side of town,” you continue. “Closer to work for me. I think it's closer to a couple of your friends' houses. I think Mark and Jun live somewhere around that area.”

“It's closer to me,” Yoongi adds, closing the dishwasher. “Nice sized driveway where I'm sure we can put up a hoop.”

“Why doesn't it seem like I have a choice?” He hands your phone back to you.

“Do you really want to start all over again?” Yoongi asks him. “Be the new kid again?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “It's fine. When do we move?”

“It won't be for awhile,” you tell him. “They haven't moved out yet, and then it has to be cleaned. So, probably sometime by the end of the year after the holidays after the new year.”

“Good,” he jumps off the counter and onto the floor. “Then I can concentrate on the rest of the season and worry about Uncle Chris's wedding.”

“You don't need to worry,” you laugh. “You just have to walk down an aisle and not trip.”

“What if I have to pee?” He asks. “When I get nervous, I have to pee.”

“Go beforehand,” you tell him.

“I should go practice,” he says, walking away.

“Practice what?” You call after him.

“Walking,” he calls back.

You look at Yoongi, who looks just as confused as you. Shrugging, you wet a dish sponge and wipe down your counters.

“Speaking of Chris's wedding,” Yoongi says, leaning against the counter. “He texted me a last-minute invite to his bachelor party on Saturday.”

“Oh god,” you grimace. “Have fun with that.”

“I haven't agreed yet,” he informs you. “Is it a bad idea?”

“I know it's dinner first with his groomsmen. That includes Nicky since he's his best man and my dad will be there. They will be leaving right after that, but then ….” you drift off.

“Then what?” He asks.

“Let's just say. His friends are a bunch of douchebags and I can't stand them,” you warn him. “So, I'm sure it's what you would expect of a bachelor party.”

“Sounds fun,” he pulls a face. “I think I'll be busy Saturday.”

“No,” you say, throwing your sponge in the sink. “You should go. Chris likes you. Honestly, I don't trust his friends to not try and get him to do something …. stupid. I feel like he would be safer with you there.”

“Stupid as in…” he lets the sentence linger in the air.

“As in … trying to get him to cheat on her,” you explain. “I mean it. They're assholes and Elly hates them too. He just thinks because they have been friends since they were Nicky's age. They have to be there.”

“Do you think he would…” he starts but you abruptly cut him off.

“NO!” You exclaim. “At least I would hope not, but he has a problem with being peer pressured. I should know. I've talked him into doing a lot."

“I don't want to go to a strip club,” he says seriously, making you laugh at him. “I'm not joking.”

“You sound like Elly,” you say, still laughing. “I don't care if you go. Just no lap dance.”

“I seriously don't want to go,” he says again. “I'll do the bar thing and let him get drunk. I'll babysit him, but I'm not doing that.”

“Oh,” you say in wonder. “You are serious.” He nods his head. “Okay, well, if you want. I can tell him you won't go if he plans on going to one if you want me to.”

“I just don't want to cause any issues with him,” he bites his low lip in thought.

“It won't” you promise. “He shouldn't go anyway. I know Elly would hate it, too. She won't even let me get her male strippers.” Yoongi blinks at you, and you smile innocently back at him. “It was when I thought you were done with me!”

He hums like he doesn't believe you.

“You thought I would really give up that easily?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him.

“I know. I'm an idiot,” you say, laying your head on his chest. “I have to stop being scared of you.”

“You're scared of me?” He questions, looking down at you in shock.

“Not like … that,” you tell him. “I'm scared you're going to finally realize that you're too good for me and leave. I wouldn't blame you either with the way I push you away.”

“We're fine now,” he promises, hugging you again. “Just stop expecting the worst. So, what are you planning for Elly then?”

“I found these funny games online, but they're sex related questions,” you look up at him. “Then I realized she's marrying my brother, and my mom is going to be there. I don't want to know certain things.”

“Yeah, I would skip that,” he laughs.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Honestly, we're probably just going to have wine and eat. She's not a party animal.”

“You really think I should go?” He questions, and you nod.

“I would be more comfortable with you keeping an eye on him,” you admit. “He's a lightweight and can't hold his liquor for nothing.”

“Okay,” he relents. “I'll go and keep an eye on him but I'm not playing buddy, buddy with his friends if they're dicks.”

“Fair,” you laugh.

“Sunshine, what if I trip on your dress?” Nicky asks, popping back in the kitchen.

“You won't trip on my dress,” you promise.

“What if you trip on your dress and embarrass me?” He asks next.

“Nicholas!” You exclaim, pushing away from Yoongi to chase your nephew back to his room.

“Give me my stuff back, and I'll stop,” he laughs.

“Nice try,” you cross your arms.

“I'm pretty sure you have at least a week and a half left,” Yoongi tells him, joining the conversation and looking at his watch. “Get your shoes on and grab a jacket. We'll go get some ice cream.”

“You shouldn't be rewarding him for being annoying,” you say, glaring playfully at the teen.

“Well, he'll stop being annoying, and you'll stop complaining," he sighs.

“HEY!” Both you and Nicky exclaim.

“I thought we were a team?” You ask your boyfriend.

“And … actually, I'm not complaining. I get free ice cream,” Nicky says, leaving his room.

“No wonder he favors you,” you pout playfully. “Basketball and ice cream.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he smirks at you before pulling you to him and attaching his lips to yours.

“Come on!” Nicky calls. “Stop sucking face, and let's go!”

You both pull away laughing. Taking his hand, you lead to the living room down the hall to your waiting nephew. You couldn't believe that you almost lost this.

Your little family.

If Yoongi was willing to fight for you and Nicky. Two random people who had walked into his practice with a billion and one problems. Two people he could have brushed off at the first sign of trouble you created but instead stayed.

Stayed and loved you.

You were going to fucking love him back. It was going to take more than words this time around. You'll prove it to him. Just like he proves it to you.

Bangtan Ravens remain undefeated.

11-0

Your mother sighs as you place the charcuterie board down on your coffee table. Elly's face turns beet red as her sister and their cousin giggle into their glass of wine as they set their eyes on it. You wave your mom off. You actually worked hard on this sucker. You had spent all morning before the game slicing cheese and then rushing home afterward to prepare the meats, crackers, and fruits. She will just have to deal with the fact that it was shaped like a dick. It was a damn bachelorette party, after all!

While Nicky went home with your dad after the game. Yoongi thankfully helped you blow up some balloons in various rose gold and navy blue colors as you ran around, pulling out all the novelty goodies you had hidden around your bedroom after you prepared the snacks.

“Are those penis straws?” He asks as the navy blue balloon in his hand deflates.

“Absolutly,” you smirk. “Did you want one? I have pink, purple, orange, green…”

“I'm good, thanks,” he says, pulling a face and resuming his task.

“This is what a bachelorette is about,” you explain. “While I have the pretty elegant decorations and nice cupcakes. I also got the penis straws, pecker patches. Those are sour candies.” Yoongi actually snorts at that one. “Look at these!” You exclaim excitedly as you place a couple of cute figures on the table in front of him.

“What are those?" He asks as he picks up the stocky figures with very obvious penis tipped heads.

“The faces painted on them are just the cutest,” you laugh. “They're called Nutty Friends. Do you think my dad would let me keep one on my desk?”

“Probably not,” he replies, placing the figures back down.

“Oh, you haven't seen the best part," you grin at him and stand up from the floor.

“I don't want to know,” he says, tying off a balloon.

“You know how I was having a hard time with games because I do not want to know about my parents and Chris's sex lives?” He nods, chuckling, and you pull out what appears to be a poster. “Well let me introduce you to … Pin the Junk on the Hunk! Do you want to try?”

Yoongi stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before clutching his stomach in laughter. Literal laughter. Falling over onto the couch in complete hysterics as you stand there holding your hunk in your hand.

“Is your mom going to play that?” He asks, trying to catch his breath.

“Stop,” you say, dropping your hunk, making him go fluttering to the floor. “I can't help it that Elly doesn't like to go out. I'm trying here. At least you get to go out and probably witness a shit show.”

“Honestly, I think I'd rather watch your mom pin the junk on the hunk,” he laughs.

Sticking your tongue out at him. You pick up a purple penis straw and chuck it at him. He catches it easily and plops it in his mouth, winking at you.

Men!

“It's just a dick shaped piece of wood, mother,” you tell her as you settle down on the pink corduroy beanbag that you dragged out from your bedroom. “You know what one is. You've at least seen one three times.”

“You're father, and I have a healthy sex life, Y/N,” she informs you, causing Elly and her family to all make disapproving noises.

“Can we change the subject?” Elly asks softly. “This was really nice of you to host us, Y/N. Chris said he was surprised Yoongi agreed to go out with them tonight.”

“I kind of begged him too,” you admit, picking food off the charcuterie board to put on your plate. “He's on babysitting duty.”

“That makes me feel better,” your mother says, mimicking your actions.

“Elly says this Yoongi is husband material,” her sister comments, and as much as you try not to blush, you fail.

“Way too early for that,” you mutter.

“My husband and I were married within a year after we met,” their cousin says. “It's been almost seven years now and two kids.”

“I knew I was going to marry your father the moment I saw him,” your mother smiles as she looks off. You roll your eyes and prepare yourself for a boring story. “He was working with his father on this model home for this company that I was interning for. He was all sweaty and dirty…” she sighs. “I did everything I could to get his attention, and then I found out he had a girlfriend.”

“Mom, you whore,” you laugh. “I never heard this detail before.”

“You never needed to,” she sits up and straightens her shirt. “She didn't last much longer after we met, and here we are.”

“What happened to the girlfriend?” Elly asked, intrigued by the new information.

“I don't know. I guess she couldn't handle the competition,” your mom smiles.

Your mouth drops open.

You didn't think she had it in her.

You're kind of impressed.

You were even more impressed with the accuracy of her aim of pinning the paper dick on the hunk. You think your prim and proper mom has a wild past that she will probably take to the grave. You wish she would let loose. You probably could get along a lot better. A part of you wonders if that's why you fight all the time. Was it because she saw a part of herself in you? A part that she wishes she could forget. However, just when you think you start to see a different side of her …..

“Have you ever sent a nude?” The scrap piece of paper that was randomly pulled from one of Yoongi's hats asks .

Everyone except for your mother drops a coin in their designated tin buckets. You can see your mothers eyes dart between you and Elly, who both squirm uncomfortably. The question wasn't even bad, and yet you feel like you have committed some sort of ultimate sin.

“Mother, stop it,” you say. “You never sent dad a titty pic?”

“NO!” She denies.

“Oh, so you'll sleep with a taken guy but not send your husband a topless shot?” You question, making her mouth drop open. “I don't believe you. It's a harmless game.”

“We are literally counting money to find out who the biggest … whore is,” she whispers the last part. “And I never said I slept with him.”

“If you can't handle the sending of a nude question. How are you going to handle the threesome question?” You ask, then tilt your head. “.... or the anal stuff?”

“I'm going to go and leave the four of you to finish out the night,” your mom says, gathering her things. “Thank you for inviting me. I had a lovely time.”

Quickly, she leaves out the door, and you reach under the table and plop a bottle of alcohol right on top of it.

“Finally,” you sigh. “Tequila, anyone?”

Three hands raise.

“I only had two dollars by the end of the game,” Elly says, frowning as she places the shot glasses on your kitchen counter. “My sister had twelve.”

“I didn't think she had it in her,” you laugh. “She gets down. Her husband must be happy.”

“You had nine,” she throws her hands up. “Your brother is out there tonight doing god knows what, and I'm here at your house eating cheese with my mother in law.”

“There's nothing wrong with that,” you say, trying to calm her down. “It became more fun once I chased her off.”

“Two dollars,” she repeats. “How do I keep him satisfied?”

“Ehhh,” you pull a sour face.

“I mean it,” she says. “Forget that he's your brother. How do I become at least …. five dollars.”

“I think you worry too much,” you tell her. “Just let go and have fun. I've had … a lot of sex. Some good and bad, but none of it compares to Yoongi, and we haven't done anything super adventurous.”

“Have fun?” She questions.

“Yeah,” you nod. “You know you always tell me to be open with Yoongi and talk to him. You should talk to my brother about this. Figure out what you guys like … play around. That's the fun part. If you're too shy to start the conversation, you can find a lot of different quizzes online you can send him.”

“You're right,” she nods. “He's going to be my husband. We need to be able to talk about these things.”

“Trust me,” you cross your arms. “There's nothing sexier than someone knowing what they want. Except, don't tell me what he wants because I don't want to know.”

Laughing, she nods her head, agreeing with you. You place the glasses in the sink to deal with in the morning. As much as you love Elly as your own sister. You never want to have this conversation again.

The loud crashing of your door opening and swearing has you coming out of your bedroom ready to put up a fight. Although you were working on your temper. Being woken up at one in the morning was not the time to start exercising those practices. However, your anger soon melted and turned to amusement as you watched Yoongi struggle to get your brother off the floor.

“Can you help, please?” He asks, clearly out of breath.

“Why did you bring him here?” You question, walking over to the two of them.

“He wanted to come here,” he replies as the two of you pull him off the floor rather ungracefully and plop him on the couch. “I called Elly from his phone and told her that he would be here so she wouldn't worry.”

“We should have put him in the tub,” you comment, and Yoongi throws you a look. “If he throws up, it would be easier to just rinse him off. Now, you'll have to deal with it. How did the night go?”

“Do you really want to know?” He asks as tosses the blanket from the back of your couch over Chris.

“Oh, no,” you groan, waving him down the hall back to your room. Entering the bedroom, you shut the door and look at him expectantly. “What happened?”

“Dinner was fine,” he says. “Then we went to a few bars, and that actually went fine, too.”

“Okay?” You raise your eyebrows waiting for the bad part.

“Then they wanted to go out to a club,” he informs you. “Chris didn't want to go. I just wanted to come back here by then, but Chris said he would only go if I went. So, I freaking went. His friends paid for a VIP area, and about thirty minutes in, Chris was now completely hammered.”

“Told you,” you nod.

“That's not the bad part,” he shakes his head. “His asshole friends decided since they couldn't go to the strip club they would bring some women back to the booth. One for each of us.”

“Exscue me?” You ask, crossing your arms, making him nod his head.

“Chris started crying, talking about how much he loves Elly and how he can't wait to marry her. The woman seemed very embarrassed, and one asked me if I was even single. I said no, and I'm not interested.” He explains. “They apologized and left real fast.”

“Those fucking dumb, dick, maggot, pig fuckers, …” you start to blurt out any name that came to mind.

“Doll,” Yoongi laughs, cutting you off. “Don't worry about it. He kicked them out of the wedding.”

“He what, now?” You stare fiercely at him.

“I mean, we will see what happens when he's sober, but he kicked them out of the wedding. Told them to fuck off and everything. The best part though was when he told them if they didn't leave him alone … you would kick their ass.” He informs you.

“I'll need the hockey stick for that one,” you say as you chew on your bottom lip. “So, you really didn't get to see any tits tonight?”

“No,” he chuckles.

“Oh, well,” you smirk and lift your shirt for him.

“Perfect,” he groans, grabbing your waist to pull you to him.

Laughing, you push him on your bed, staddling his lap as he rips your shirt over your head. Immediately, his lips attach themselves around your nipple before his hand busies itself massaging your unoccupied breast. Running your hands through his hair, you drop your hands to his shoulders, gently encouraging him to lie back.

Pulling off you, he swiftly throws his jacket to the side and discards his shirt before he follows your command to lie down. Your lips graze the pale flesh of his neck while your fingers seek his metal buckle on the black leather belt around his slim waist.

“Your brother is on the couch,” he reminds you.

“Passed out,” you remind back, finally undoing the damn buckle and unbuttoning his jeans. Slithering your way down his body, dropping a trail of kisses as you go, you grip the waist band of his jeans, yanking them down his legs. Instead of ridding him of the last of his clothing, you climb back up his body, sitting yourself atop of him.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you whisper. Leaning down, you take his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a moment. “At least you had a little entertainment.”

“Was your penis party not fun?” He asks, eyes closed.

“Turns out my mom is a whore who is good at pinning the junk on the hunk,” you laugh. “My aim was off.”

Your hand reaches down between your bodies and firmly squeezes him through his boxers. He hisses at the contact and grabs two handfuls of your bottom.

“Let's not talk about your mom right now,” he suggests, making you laugh. “Besides, you aim really fucking good right now.”

“YYYYY/NNNNNN!”

You and Yoongi freeze at the sound of your brother calling for you from the living room.

“Ignore him,” you say, placing your lips on his neck again.

“YYYY/NNNNN!”

“Fuck!” Yoongi groans and hits the bed with his fist.

“This is your fault for bringing him here,” you say, jumping off of him and grabbing your discarded shirt. Throwing it back on, you walk to your door and turn to look back at your boyfriend, pointing at him. “Keep it hard for me.”

Hurring down the hallway, you get to the couch where your brother was sitting up and looking for you. Standing in front of him, he looks up at you, and you stare right back at him, waiting. Neither one of you says anything for a moment.

“You okay?” You ask, and he nods. “You need water?” He shakes his head no. “Are you cold?” Again, he shakes his head no. “What?”

“I broke her,” he tells you, looking guilty.

“Who?” You ask.

“Your porcelain doll,” he admits. “Mom's dog didn't do it. I wanted to play with you. I was mad that you wouldn't let me have a tea party with you. So, I smashed her.”

“What?” You question, taking a deep breath.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes. “I've been holding that in for fifteen years. The guilt has been eating at me.”

You watch him hang his head, and you want nothing more than to shove it underneath the pillow. However, you remember you turned a new leaf. A new leaf where you can not murder your little brother.

“It's … okay,” you grit through your teeth, causing him to look up at you. “We were just kids.”

“You're not mad?” He asks.

“.... No,” you lie. “Lie back down and sleep it off.”

“Elly is going to be mad. I ruined the wedding,” he whispers.

“We will figure it out,” you assure him and make him lie back down, covering him back up. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

As soon as his head hits the pillow, his snores start, and you flip him off. You loved that damn doll, and you spent the rest of your life hating that damn dog for breaking your doll. Poor thing didn't deserve your hate. You shake your head at him and stomp back to your room.

“I can't believe him,” you whisper harshly as you shut the door. “He lied to me for fifteen years. All because he was jealous of a toy! I have to plot my revenge…”

“Doll,” Yoongi says, still lying on the bed and fisting his hard cock. “I love you but not now, please. Come sit on my face.”

“What?” You squeak.

“You heard me,” he holds out his hand, beckoning you with four of his fingers.

Ripping your clothes off, you climb over him, swinging your leg over his head, and you tuck your feet under his arms as you grab your headboard for leverage. Reaching up, Yoongi grabs your hips, bringing you right down on his waiting mouth.

“Shit,” you breathe out and rest your head on your hands as his tongue swipes against your folds.

On their own accord, your hips start to undulate against his probing muscle. Closing your eyes, you take in the pleasure that he is giving you. The way he was always willing to give and give and most of the time not expect anything back.

He was the most selfless lover you have ever been with.

The most loyal lover ever.

His hands wander up your sides feeling the curves of your body as his tongue moves toward your clit, swirling circles around the needy button causing your hips to jerk . Your own hand dives between your legs and into his hair, gripping the strands between your fingers as your back arches.

Fuck this man!

Humming around you, you want to grind down a bit harder on him, but you were too afraid to hurt him. As if he could sense your trepidation, he wraps his hands around your thighs pulling you down even more as his tongue seeks entrance into your warmth and his fingers take over fondling your clit.

“Ooh fuck,” you croak, as your head rolls listlessly and your thighs quiver against the side of his head.

HIs fingers quicken their pace and your body tenses as does the hold on his hair, causing him to groan, sending rippling waves of euphoria to roll over you. Whining, you let go of his hair and hold the headboard once more as he doesn't let up, trying to get every last drop from you.

“Stop,” you say, wiggling yourself off him.

“What's wrong?” He asks, mouth and chin wet in the dim light of your room as he stares at you.

“Nothing,” you swallow and take a deep breath. “I'm going to take care of you, and you're going to lay there and enjoy it.”

“I was enjoying it,” he argues with a grin.

“Any special requests?” You joke as you sit on him, swaying yourself over his length. Yoongi's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline as a cheshire grin breaks out over his face. “Not that. You might have to get your chick from the club for that one.”

With a growl, Yoongi has you on your back. Laughing, you scramble, trying to get in control once again, but he pulls you against him as you both land on your sides. WIth your back to his chest, his lips brush your neck, and his hand hikes your leg over his.

“Doll, you're the only one I want,” he says lowly in your ear. “Fuck, you're the only on I can handle.”

“Fuck, yeah I am,” you smile.

Extending your arm down, you grab ahold of him and place the tip of his cock at your entrance. Jutting his hips forward, Yoongi thrusts his cock completely into you. With a hand cupping your breast and the other supporting your knee, he buries his face into your exposed neck as his hips hit your ass with a steady rhythm.

Trailing his hand that was supporting your knee, he finds your clit. With a firm touch, the circles he rubs against you has you rolling your eyes and dropping your head onto your shoulder. Turning your head to look at him, his glazed over, lust blown eyes stare back at you. Holding his stare, you lean up, capturing his lips. Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, you lightly bite it in between your teeth before giving it a slight tug.

With a low, rough grunt, Yoongi rolls you onto your stomach. Positioning himself over you, his legs over your thighs, hands on your hips, he plunges himself into you, setting off tiny little fires all over your body. Moaning out, you grab a pillow and pull it under your chest to hug it to your body.

“Are you okay?” He pants.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” you say, lifting your head from the pillow.

The headboard banging on the wall would have been concerning any other time. Hopefully, brother's snores drowned out any noise that the two of you were making or he was so blacked out that he was just blissfully unaware of the x-rated shenanigans happening while he was sleeping on the couch. Either way, this better not wake him up.

You didn't lock the door.

Yoongi yanks the pillow away from you, shoving it underneath you, raising your hips. Coming down, he covers you completely with his body, digging his cock deeper into you. Clenching your teeth, you swear out as the tip of his cock kisses your g-spot.

“I can feel you clench,” he chuckles thickly. “I fucking love when you do that.”

Gasping, the tiny little fires came roaring to life. Setting your body ablaze as the second wave of pleasure rolls over you. Yoongi quickly covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your ecstasy. Your inner walls pulsate rapidly over him as his pace quickens, trying to meet you at the finish. Shaking his hand off your mouth, you lick your lips.

“Yoongi,” you whimper his name. “Baby, come in me.”

His hold on you tightens as his hips thump against your ass once … twice … thrice before he stills with a strangled groan. Resting your cheek on the bed, you close your eyes and commit to memory the way his racing heartbeat feels against your back. The comfort the rhythmic pumping brings to you. As his harsh breath slowly calms, he finally rolls off you onto his back beside you onto the bed. However, you stay unmoving, tired, and worn out.

“You called me baby,” he says suddenly. “You've never called me anything before.”

“Did you not like it?” You ask, not looking at him. “I thought I would try something new.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “I liked it. Maybe just in bed, though.”

Laughing, you finally turn your head to look at him.

“Just in bed,” you agree. “Come on. You're leaking out of me, and I still need to plot my revenge.”

“God, you're so romantic in the afterglow,” he chuckles, getting up from the bed and pulling you up with him.

“Well, that's what you signed up for, buddy,” you say, heading for the bathroom.

“What happened to baby?” He teases.

“We are not in bed anymore,” you remind him as you reach into the shower and turn it on. “And the post sex brain fog has finally cleared.”

“Post sex brain fog?” He questions, making you nod. “Damn, well, I guess I need to keep you in it.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, indeed,” he smirks. Picking you up from the back of your thighs, you wrap your legs around him with a surprised squeal. He throws open the curtain as the two of you enter the rapidly steaming area before he suddenly drops you onto the floor of the bathtub with both of you yelling out in surprise for different reasons. “FUCK! SHIT! SORRY! How fucking hot is this water? ARE YOU OKAY?”

You sit there laughing at him as he scrambles to fix the water.

You love him and ….

You're not scared.

《Chapter 22》

Tagged Readers

@busanbby-jjk , @meelismee , @yoonglez0613 @jajabro , @wicked-game-black-butler @wobblewobble822 ,

@damn-u-min-yoongi @mintedagustd , @Granataepfelchen @yoongiiuu93, @jimeg629 . @jincapableoflove , @minghaosimp @redragdoll, @ot72025 . @princesstiti14 . @seoullove96 . @our-cool-jenny @kam9404 , @momma1 , @carolineesnell @amarawayne , @militrybarbi , @expired-vibes @haileyborig, @bettytta , @ilikekpop-c @mar-lo-pap , @lattejimin, @butterymin @thelilbutifulthings ,

@cannotalwaysbenight @notsooperfect @muchwita , @maryhopemei , @rinkud , @misfits1a , @ktownshizzle

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #bts fic #min yoongi smut #yoongi au #yoongi angst #agust d #suga #bts smut #yoongi fluff #min yoongi

169 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 24 days ago

Note

The way it came full circle when he sat next to her at the bar!!! I swear I died. I love this story.

Drink and all! It felt fitting. Should I have thrown a dick pick in ? Lol.

Thank You! ❤️💜🩷💚💚💙

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi

5 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 26 days ago

Text

These hair eras will always have me in a chokehold. I said what I said.

#yoongi #min yoongi #bts suga

18 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 27 days ago

Note

Wait wait can we get a visual of what Sunshine was wearing at the bar please?

Something like this. I feel Elly would find this wild, lol.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #asks #ask

9 notes · View notes

lostbookmark · 28 days ago

Text

MDNI 🔞

Main Masterlist here

Game Masterlist here

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

“What in the hell were you thinking?” Your mother yells at you as she slams your front door shut once she walks into your house. “Nicky is terrified that you're going to get arrested.”

“Why don't you come on in, mother,” you say sarcastically.

“You need to remember your actions affect others now,” she hisses.

“Grandma,” Nicky says, coming into the room.

“Nicky, go to your room while we talk,” she tells him.

“You're yelling at her, not talking,” he says.

“Nicky, go to your room,” you repeat your mother's words. The young teen gives you a look before leaving and slamming his door shut. “He didn't act like that until you showed up.”

“EXSCUE ME!” She raises her voice. “I think you mean he didn't act like that until you started assaulting his teammate's mother.”

“You need to stay the hell out of it!” You yell at her.

“Stay the hell out of it,” she laughs loudly, throwing her hands up in the air. “If you do get arrested for your little stunt, who do you think is going to get you out of it, huh? Me, that's who. Me and your father, like we always do.”

“Oh, I bet that's what you're hoping,” you hiss at her. “You're hoping that it gets me out of the way. Why don't you just go take him right now? Come on, go tell him that you hope I get sent away so you finally get what you want.”

You turn from your mom and stomp down the hallway to Nicky's room. Opening his door, you notice right away his room was empty. Your eyes scan his room again before quickly walking to check his bathroom to only find it empty as well.

“Fuck!” You exclaim and run out of his room.

“What?” Your mom demands.

You ignore her, running to your own room to check if he was in there only to find it just as empty. Hitting the wall, you run your hand through your hair and look at her.

“He ran,” you say.

“Call your dad and start circling the neighborhood,” your mom instructs while pulling out her phone. “I'll call the police.”

Not saying anything, your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest. Running to your car, you start it and take off, letting your phone connect to your system.Your eyes dart frantically around every area they can sweep.

You better find him.

He better be safe when you do.

And when you do find him… you're shoving your foot up his ass.

“He's about five foot five with dark hair,” your mom says, voice quivering. “Brown eyes.”

“Here is his school picture,” you say, handing the officer Nicky's school picture with a shaking hand.

“Has he ever run away before?” The officer asks, taking the picture from you.

“No,” you and your mom answer at the same time before turning your heads to give each other a brief look.

“He's a good kid.” You continue. “He's never caused any trouble before.”

The front door opens, causing your family and the officer to turn to it. Nicky and Yoongi walk through the threshold, with Nicky looking down, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. You and your mom throw yourselves at him, pulling him into your arms.

“Why did you leave?” You cry.

“You had us all scared,” your mom tells him, kissing as much of his face as she could get to. “Don't you ever do that again.”

“I'm sorry,” he says, in a quiet voice.

“Would you like me to stay and have a talk with him?” The officer asks.

“No, thank you, sir,” your father says, shaking his hand. “Thank you for coming and offering your help. We can handle it from here.”

You can hear the front door open and shut as the officer leaves. Honestly, him being there had you on edge the whole time, and you were happy he was gone. With relaxed shoulders, you pull away from your nephew and cup his face.

“Why?” You ask.

“You and grandma were yelling at each other,” he answers. “I didn't want to hear it.”

“So you jumped out your window?” You question, and he nods. “It was getting dark. Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I know,” he answers.

“Nicky, go to your room and stay there,” your dad says calmly. “Someone will come and get you in a little bit.”

He doesn't move. Your dad pins him down with a look and places his hands on his hips.

“You know what?” Chris says, walking over to Nicky. “Why don't Elly and I go with you?”

“Okay,” he agrees softly.

The three of them leave the living room and enter Nicky's bedroom, shutting the bedroom door behind them. The four of you who remain standing in the living room stand around looking at each other.

Your tension was back.

“Was he with you the whole time?” Your mom asks Yoongi.

“No,” he shakes his head. “He called me about twenty minutes ago. He was upset, so it took a bit to calm him down to figure out what happened. He was at his parents' graves.”

“I didn't even think of that,” your dad says.

“He made me promise not to call you,” he tells you. “I tried to get to him as fast as I could. I should have called or texted. I'm sorry.”

“You did the right thing,” your dad tells him. “He might have run if he thought one of us was going to show up. We need to be thankful he is safe and smart enough to call Yoongi. He…”

“He is going to live with us,” your mom cuts your dad off. “He's starting to turn into you, Y/N, and I can't let that happen. You're unfit to be his guardian. There's just too much trauma on both ends. I'm contacting a lawyer tomorrow.”

You stare at her, unable to say anything. You open your mouth to argue, but literally nothing comes out. Just a sharp inhale of a breath before your tears roll down your face.

You failed him.

Just like she always knew you would.

“Go ahead, contact your lawyer,” Yoongi steps in front of you. “I'll contact mine as well. Try to prove her unfit. She has a clean house, food in her kitchen, he's happy, healthy. He's getting the therapy that he needs. There only seemed to be a problem when you stepped in.”

“I'm just trying to protect him,” she snaps.

“And I'm trying to protect THEM,” Yoongi snarls back.

“No one is calling a lawyer,” your father says before looking at your mom. “Get in your car and go home. I'm not doing this tonight.” Your mother curls her lips inward as her nostrils flare. Brushing past all of you, she storms out of your house without a word. “Don't move, I'll be back.”

You watch as he goes in the direction of Nicky's room, leaving you and Yoongi alone. That was the last you wanted at the moment. You were happy that he brought him back, and you were happy that he stuck up for you, but you were still pissed.

You don't know how you feel about him right now.

Your emotions were everywhere.

“We're headed home,” Elly says, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Everything will be fine,” your brother assures you. “He's safe, and that's what you need to focus on.”

Nodding, you watch as your father leaves Nicky's bedroom and joins you in the living room once again. Sighing, he crosses his arms and looks at both you and Yoongi.

“Take away his phone, tablet, game system, and tv,” he points at you. “Ground him and mean it. Don't let him talk you out of it.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“And you,” he points at Yoongi. “He is not playing this weekend. You can let him practice, but he is not playing.”

“Yes, sir,” he answers.

“This was scary, wasn't it, kiddo?” He asks you, making you nod again. “Now you know how your mom and I felt when you did it to us. Nicky was gone for a few hours. You would disappear for days. Think about that for a minute.”

“I'm sorry,” you cry quietly.

“We nip this in the bud now,” he tells you. “I'll keep your mom away, and we will get it sorted. You're doing a good job with him, and ripping out of here isn't going to do him any good.”

Your dad kisses you on the forehead and leaves your home. You rub your face with your hands before moving your hands to tug slightly at your hair.

How did it come to this?

You were doing so well.

“You should go home,” you tell Yoongi.

“Why?” He questions. “We can go in there together.”

“Together,” you laugh out loud to yourself. “Why do you care now? Maybe you should go and check on your girlfriend's head.”

“I didn't realize you hurt your head,” he comments, and you pin him down with a look. “I'm sorry, okay. I am sorry,” he apologizes. “You were right. I should have dealt with her a long time ago, but I didn't. I could have kept Jake on the team and told her that she needed to go. I don't know why…”

“Yoongi,” you say, cutting him off and waving your hands in front of you to stop him. “I need to talk to Nicky.”

“I am coming with you,” he says with finality.

Brushing past him, you walk to Nicky's bedroom and let yourself in without knocking. He looks up from his phone as he was lying on his bed. Taking a deep breath, you can feel Yoongi's usual comforting warmth behind you as soon as he enters the bedroom. Extending your arm, you hold out your hand and nod at his phone, but he isn't budging.

“Your phone, now,” you tell him. You watch him sigh as he sits up and plops the black device in your hand. Tucking into your pocket, you walk over to his tv and pull his streaming device, followed by his cord to his gaming system. “You can have these back in a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees. “Also, you will be able to attend practice this week. You will not be playing this weekend.”

“That's not fair,” he argues.

“What's not fair,” you argue back. “Is you jumping out your window and leaving the house. You scared us, Nicks.”

“Well I'm scared too,” he yells.

“Of what?” You question loudly.

“What if I get taken from you?” He asks. “I know that I shouldn't have called grandma, but I was scared that Jake's mom would do something and I would be here alone. When grandma started yelling at you, I was scared you would be mad at me for telling on you.”

Turning, you push the mess of wires at Yoongi, who takes them for you as you sit on Nicky's bed with him. Tucking your hands between your knees, you shake your head at him.

“I would never be mad at you because you were scared,” you tell him. “I'm only mad that you did something dangerous. If Jake's mom was going to do something, she would have done it already. I promise you neither one of us is going anywhere.”

“If someone … anyone tries to take you anywhere,” Yoongi says, moving into the conversation and focusing his words on the scared boy. “I will fight like hell to keep you here.”

“I'm sorry I worried you,” Nicky apologizes softly.

“I'm sorry I put us in that position,” you admit. “If it makes you feel any better. My hand really hurts.”

“You really kicked her ass,” he laughs, and you slap him lightly on the leg for swearing.

“You're not going to scare us like that again, right?” Yoongi asks.

“No,” he confirms.

“Good,” you reply. “I think there's going to be some changes around here. Grandpa is going with you to practice with you from now on. He or Uncle Chris probably should have been doing this with you from the beginning. It would have saved us a lot of trouble.”

“I'll be there,” Yoongi volunteers.

“No, that's not fair,” you say. “You're the coach of the team. It's not fair to the other players. My dad will be happy to do it.”

“What will you do when I'm at practice?" Nicky asks.

“Put in more hours at work,” you shrug. “Start to figure out how to get us out of here. How does that sound? You hate it here, right?” Nicky nods, agreeing with your assumption. “Me too.”

Standing up from the bed, you take the wires back from Yoongi and walk back toward the door.

“How many weeks is everything taken away for?” Your nephew asks.

“Three,” you answer, looking back at him and his crest fallen face. “But maybe two if you're good.”

Heading to your bedroom with Yoongi right on your tail, you enter and head straight for your closet and toss your mess onto the top shelf of your closet. As you turn, you practically run into his chest as he stares you down.

“What?” You ask, stepping back as you stare up at him.

“What was that?” He questions. “I didn't ban you.”

“You should,” you tell him and step around him. “I fucked up big time. You finally got to see what a menace to society I really am.”

“And what's with this whole making plans on getting out of here?” He asks. “Plans on getting out of the house, the town? Why haven't you brought this up with me?”

“I just decide,” you tell him, and he nods. “I have to get out from under my mom's thumb.”

“Normally couples talk about things like this,” he says. “Stop pushing me away. It hurts.”

“You know what else hurts?” You snap at him. “We could have been so good together,” you quote Ara and then swipe your hand in the air as if you're quoting a book. “Then the two ex lovers stare forlornly at each other remembering the love they lost before the hero returns to his whore and her orphan.”

“You're nuts,” he states bluntly. “I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you. What she said to you was unacceptable, and you know that I don't think of Nicky that way.”

“You put her before me,” you tell him.

“I kicked them off the team,” he argues.

“And promptly told me you didn't care about me,” you argue back. “You asked her if she was okay. You didn't check on me at all.”

“I'm sorry,” he says again, quietly. “You know I didn't mean it like that. I had teenage boys to get back under control. I had parents, who I knew were probably going to blow up the group chat talking about it. I was worried Ara was going to go to the police and then where would we be? I'm sorry I was a little overwhelmed.”

“I'm sorry too,” you give him a tight smile. “Next time, I'll take the person's verbal abuse so it doesn't mess with your perfect little program.”

“That's not …” Yoongi starts before taking a deep breath. “You know what? I'm going to go home. This conversation isn't going anywhere, and Nicky doesn't need to hear us fight. I think it's best that we just take a breather for a bit.”

Wow!

You fucking did it.

You pushed a good one away.

“A breather,” you laugh quietly. “You're breaking up with me?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I love you. I know I want to be with you, but you're not willing to listen to anything I have to say right now. We just need to separate and calm down … a week … max. We can make plans after the weekend.”

“Whatever you want, Yoongi,” you say, crossing your arms.

“Hey, just call me if you need me,” he tells you, but you shake your head.

“No, I'll be fine,” you tell him as your eyes look everywhere except at him.

“Doll…” he tries.

“Please go,” you say. “I have to start dinner.”

Leaving your bedroom, you head for the kitchen and open the refrigerator, wasting time staring blankly at its contents. It not long after that you hear the front open and shut that you finally close your eyes, letting your tears fall.

A fucking breather.

You knew what that meant.

It was that blurry, muddy time in a relationship where anything pretty much goes because he has an excuse that you weren't together at the moment. The official relationship limbo. You wish he would have just ended it.

“Sunshine?” Nicky's voice has you automatically wiping your tears and grabbing the first thing you see.

“Are turkey sandwiches okay?” You ask. “It's been a long day. It's the easiest thing we have, and I can thaw some bacon real quick.”

“I don't care,” he answers. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” you reply.

Nicky walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you. Hugging you, placing his chin on your shoulder. You think he's taller than you now. When the fuck did that happen?

“As much as I like coach. I'll always love you more,” he tells you.

You knew he heard that little eaves dropper.

“Well, I want you to go to practice tomorrow and carry on like normal, okay?” You look at him. “He still cares about you and wants what's best for you. Your friendship with him doesn't have to change.”

“Okay,” he nods. “We'll be okay. You and I were a great team before, and we'll be a great team again. Just like Steph Curry and KD.”

“Who?” You ask, pulling a confused face.

“SUNSHINE!” He throws his hands up and walks away.

“Who are they!” You yell after them and then grab the bread from the cupboard. “Are they friends of yours from school!”

“SUNSHINE!”

The first two days of your breather were fine. It was absolutely fine. In fact, you hardly thought about Yoongi at all. Okay, that was a lie. You did, however, do as you promised and stayed at work, pulling more hours. You had relieved Elly, letting her go home early, taking over her duties so you had something to keep your mind occupied. While it helped at work, it didn't at home. Nicky decided to come home both days to give you play by play of practice and everything that they were forced to do. Often saying that Yoongi seemed grumpy and made them extra laps at the end of practice. You weren't going to lie. It gave some satisfaction to know that he was struggling because dammit so were you.

“Coach asked about you,” Nicky tells you on the third day. You look up from your plate of spaghetti and gesture for him to continue. “Grandpa and I were leaving, and he asked how you were doing.”

“What did you tell him?” You ask.

“Well … I may have told him that I heard you cry in your bedroom at night,” he admits.

“Nicolas,” you groan, looking up to the ceiling.

“Hey, do you want to play a game after dinner since I still have all my stuff taken away?” He asks.

“Sure,” you reply. “Let's play hangman. I'll go first. Two words, eight letters. Give up? It's dead meat!”

“I'm sorry,” he says, but then he shakes his head. “You know what? I'm not sorry. You both miss each other, just apologize so we can go back to normal. This is the second night we've had spaghetti, and I'm sick of it.”

“You do know how to pour a bowl of cereal,” you tell him with a sigh, but you can't be mad. You were tired of it, too. “Listen, if he asks about me again. Just say I'm fine.”

“But you're not,” he replies. “You miss him.”

“Of course I do,” you admit, getting up from the table. “But I don't want him to know that.”

“That doesn't make sense,” he says.

“Realtionships never do,” you shrug. “So, don't ever get into one.”

“I don't plan to,” he tells you. “That way, when I get into the NBA and get my millions, I don't have to share.”

“That's probably the smartest thing I have ever heard you say,” you call from the kitchen and then poke your head around the wall. “Except you have to give me a cut.”

“Why?” He asks.

“Pain and suffering,” you tell him as you lean against the wall with crossed arms.

“You didn't give birth to me,” he replies, confused.

“Blabbermouth,” you point at him and return to the kitchen.

“Dammit,” you hear him whisper, making you laugh.

Dammit, indeed.

“You need to let me plan your bachelorette party,” you tell Elly as you look back at her sitting in her office from your desk.

“I don't need one,” she tells you as she works on her computer.

“Come on,” you whine. “Give me something to do. Besides, what's the point of a wedding if you're not going to have a bachelorette party?"

“Umm, marrying the love of my life,” she answers with a laugh.

“Are you sure that's my brother?” You question. “Come on, we need to do something. We can go dancing, get drunk … male strippers.”

“NO!” She exclaims.

“Fine, no getting drunk but male strippers,” you say, making her laugh. The bell above the door dinging has you turning around to greet whoever just walked in. Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline as a delivery guy walks in with a dozen roses. You have to hand it to your brother. He's finally learning and getting his head out of his ass. It's about time he does nice things for Elly. “Hello, how can I help you?”

“I have a delivery for Y/N,” he says and you freeze for a moment.

“Yeah, that's … me,” you tell him as he hands you the dark red blooms.

“Have a nice day,” he says in parting before leaving out the door.

“Wow,” Elly says looking at your gift. “Someone loves you.”

“Probably dad,” you say. “He probably feels bad for me.”

Rolling your eyes, you pluck the little white card from the middle of the bunch. Removing the piece of card stock from the envelope, you felt your heart clench.

I'm thinking of you every day

~ Y

“Yoongi,” she says, looking over your shoulder.

“Can you return flowers to sender?” You wonder out loud.

“Stop it,” she slaps your arm. “You don't mean that. I love you so much, Y/N. I'm much closer to you than my own sister. So, I'm going to be brutally honest with you right now. In all the years that I have known you, I have never seen you like this. So, happy. Yoongi is a good man. A strong man. To be able to walk into our family that was in shambles and not run. That says a lot about him. You are going to blow this.”

“You didn't see how they looked at each other,” you tell her.

“I think you saw how she was looking at him,” Elly argues. “From the times that I've been around him. His expression doesn't really change much until he looks at you. You are making something out of nothing.”

“How do I fix this then?” You ask, your fingers gently rub over the velvety petals.

“Give him his breather, and then you listen to him,” she explains. Her phone ringing has the both of you looking back into her office. “Go put those in water. We can talk later.”

Once she leaves, you listen and head to the break room to find something to put the flowers in. Opening a cabinet, you find an old water jug that you take to the sink and fill with water. Placing the red beauties in there, you look at the card again. The writing was slightly sloppy. It was definitely his handwriting. Elly was right. You were going to lose him if you didn't learn to listen to him.

“If you and Nicky hate the house so much I have two houses becoming available soon,” your mom says sweeping into the breakroom dramatically acting like she didn't threaten you with a lawyer just a few days before. You look over at her with watery eyes. “What's wrong?”

“I think I lost him,” you hiccup. “Because I'm stupid.”

Your mom suddenly pulls you into her arms, letting you cry into her shoulder.

“Elly told me what that horrible woman said about Nicky,” she tells you. “I was so pissed. She's lucky that I have no idea who the hell she is.”

“She's been awful all season. She started the very first day I showed up there,” you confess. “It got worse after she found out about Yoongi and I dating. She and Yoongi … uhhh ..”

“Y/N,” she sighs.

“I didn't know at first, and it was years ago,” you explain, pulling away. “She has this weird … thing about him. She's made my life a living hell there. I just snapped when she said what she did.”

“Why didn't you say anything?” She questions. “We would have traded off going to practices. I would have put that bitch in her place.”

“Because I wanted to prove that I could do this,” you tell her. “And I obviously can't.”

“Your dad and I talked,” she brushes some hair out of your face. “I'm sorry for threatening you with my lawyer, and I'm sorry for what I said about Nicky turning out like you.”

“It's okay,” you shrug.

“No it's not,” she laughs humorlessly. “But boy, did Yoongi bite back. Honey, you're dad, and I aren't perfect. You and Yoongi won't be perfect either, but you have to work on it. Even though Nicky isn't playing Saturday, he's going to sit on the bench to support the team. Take the weekend off. He can stay with us, and you can take some time to yourself and figure out what you want.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“Good, I'll send you the information on the houses,” she tells you. “You can look that over as well.”

“Thanks, mom,” you say.

“For what it's worth,” she says, heading for the door. “If he got you flowers without you complaining. He might be worth keeping around.”

Spinning back around to the bouquet, you give them a sad smile.

You should text him. Just a quick thank you would do. However, the pain of his wanting a ‘breather’ still stabs you in your heart. You're not texting him.

If he wants a breather.

Then he's getting a breather.

Bangtan Ravens remain undefeated.

10-0

They had to go into double overtime, and they only won by one point. I bet coach wishes he had put me in!

You had laughed at the text message that Nicky sent you through your moms phone earlier. You could only imagine how stressed Yoongi was during the game. You definitely feel bad for the boys come Monday. A part of you had wanted to text him. Just to see how he was doing, but your pride wouldn't let you.

This was his breather.

He needs to be the one to end it.

You weren't crawling back to him. You were going to show him that you were stronger than that. You were fine before him, and you’re fine now. Although you knew that was a lie, he didn't need to know that. However, you could maybe fool yourself just for tonight that you were fine.

“I wish I had your bravery,” Elly said, walking next to you with her arm slid through yours.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, stopping at the crosswalk.

“Your dress,” she says wistfully. “I wish I could wear something like that.”

You look down at your new sheer mesh dress under your sweater that you decided to spontaneously buy today to make yourself feel better. Turning your head back to her, you pull a face.

“You can,” you reply and pull her across the street. “I think Chris would love it, actually.”

“Do you think I'm too boring for him?” She asks, making you elbow her. “I barely even danced tonight.”

“He loves you,” you tell her. “Besides, you're young. You still have time to be wild if you want to live it up before you start popping those kids out. Also, the music at the club tonight sucked or I'm just getting too old.”

“I still had fun,” she laughs. “The look on that guy's face when you stepped on his foot because he couldn't take a hint was hilarious.”

“Assholes need to learn their place,” you explain. “How about we have one more drink, and I'll get you back home to my lovely brother. I'm sure he's worried about you.”

Nodding in agreement, the two of you take off down the sidewalk until you come to a very familiar bar. The bar that started it all. Stopping at the door, you wrap your hand around the handle and pull the door open. Elly steps in first with you following closely after.

“To the bar?” She asks, and you nod. Finding two empty seats at the still clean bartop, you toss your bag on the bar and wait for one of the bartenders as you discard your sweater on the back of your stool. “This place is nice. Have you been here before?”

“Just once,” you answer.

“What can I get for you two,” the bartender who makes his way down to the two of you asks.

“Martini please,” Elly asks.

“Old Fashioned, please,” you ask next.

“Coming right up,” he nods before disappearing down the bar.

“Old Fashioned, that's impressive,” Yoongi appears out of nowhere, plopping down on the newly vacated seat next to you.

“Oh dear,” Elly says as you sit up straight as you look at your boyfriend.

“I don't think we're supposed to be talking yet,” you say, looking away from him and back down to the bartender making your drinks.

“New dress?” He tries.

“Yup,” you answer.

The bartender finally returns, placing your drinks in front of you and Elly.

“Together or separate?” He asks, ringing you up on the pos system.

“Together,” you answer, grabbing your bag.

“Put them on my tab,” Yoongi says, snatching your bag from you.

The worker looks between the two of you before eventually shrugging and doing as Yoongi says.

“You didn't have to do that,” you say.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” Elly says at the same time.

“Of course,” he replies, his eyes never leaving you.

“You know what?” She says, placing her hand on your back. “I'm going to take this out on the patio and call Chris to come and get me.”

“What?” You hiss, whirling around to look at her.

“Yeah, like you said,” she shrugs. “He's probably worried about me. Have fun.”

That traitor, you think, as you watch her scurry to the side door with the sign labeled patio hanging above it. Bringing your glass to your lips, you take a nice long sip.

“I missed you at the game. I was hoping that you would come,” he tells you, taking a drink of his own. “We won.”

“I heard,” you look down at the bar top.

“Are you coming back to practice on Monday?” He asks. “Wendy started a petition to bring you back. I think everyone signed it.”

“Wendy?” You ask, giving him a confused look, making him sigh and roll his eyes.

“Chicken parm mom,” he explains. “She's been on my ass about it. Did you get my flowers?”

“Yup, they were pretty, thank you,” you politely converse with him.

“Okay, I can't do this,” he says, leaning into your space.

“Do what?” You question. “It hasn't been a week yet. I'm just doing what you asked and giving you space.”

“I miss you, doll,” he says quietly. “I've done nothing but go to work, practice, and lock myself in my room. The guys had to drag me here tonight.”

“The guys?” Your head suddenly snaps up to look around until his thumb points to the side. You finally see Hobi, Jin, and Taehyung waving enthusiastically at you. You smile and shyly wave back at them. “Oh, shit. Give me my sweater!”

“Why?” He swats your hands away from your cover-up. “You look good. If Jimin was here, then maybe…”

“I know you just gave me those flowers because someone opened their mouth and … lied to you,” you lie.

“So, you … weren't upset… at all?” He asks. You take another drink from your glass before looking at him and quickly looking away. “What can I do to prove that I love you?”

“Do you swear it?” You look over at him, and he furrows his brow at your words. “There was nothing more between you and her. Nothing you left out.”

“I never felt anything for her,” he promises. “I was an idiot who tried not to rock the boat when it came to the team, and I let her stay. I liked the easy money she brought in. I'm so sorry that you had to put up with everything that you had to and I didn't stop it.”

Fuck!

“Yoongi,” you sigh.

“You were right,” he continues. “I am to blame for … the incident. It wouldn't have happened if I had gotten rid of her back when her husband tried to… I could have come up with some reason to get rid of her.”

“You are not to blame,” you push your drink away with not even halfway finished. “I'm a ticking time bomb that she just happened to set off. This is why I don't play well with others. I never have.”

“You play well with me,” he says, and you roll your lips between your teeth.

“That was really cringy,” you laugh, throwing your arms around his neck. His arms wrap themselves around your waist the best that he can as you both still remain in your seats. Turning his head into your neck, he presses his lips against your skin. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her get to me. I should have walked away.”

“Shhh, it's okay,” he whispers. “It's over and done with.”

“I thought it was over between us,” you admit, and he pulls away, placing his hands on your hips. “You didn't deserve me being mean to you.”

“And I should have chosen my words wisely,” he admits. “I care about you more than you know.”

“Does this mean I get to tell Jimin he missed his shot?” Taehyung throws an arm around each of you. Yoongi's tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he raises his eyebrow at his friend. “I'm just joking. I came up to give you mine and Hobi's part of the tab. I'm happy you two worked this out. Grumpy here was grumpier than normal.”

Taehyung hands Yoongi a wad of cash before quickly walking away from your glaring boyfriend.

“He wasn't joking,” Yoongi says, still burning a hole in the back of his friend's head. “Jimin has a not so secret crush on you.”

“Well, it's too bad that I'm in love with his grumpy friend,” you say, turning his head to look at you. “Otherwise….hey,” you jump when he pinches your butt. “I'm joking. He couldn't handle me.”

“I can't blame him,” he says, eyes looking over your new dress. “You look amazing tonight but then again. You always do.”

“Yeah?” He nods and licks his bottom lip.

“So, do you want company tonight?” He asks, and you scrunch your face for a moment in thought.

“Depends,” you say teasingly.

“On what?” He laughs.

“Can you get the job done?” You ask.

With his thumb rubbing acrosas your bottom lip.

You both smile.

《Chapter 21》

Tagged Readers:

@busanbby-jjk , @meelismee , @yoonglez0613 @jajabro , @wicked-game-black-butler

@wobblewobble822 , @damn-u-min-yoongi @mintedagustd , @Granataepfelchen

@yoongiiuu93, @jimeg629 @jincapableoflove , @minghaosimp @redragdoll, @ot72025 @princesstiti14 @seoullove96 @our-cool-jenny @kam9404 , @momma1, @carolineesnell @amarawayne , @militrybarbi , @expired-vibes @haileyborig, @bettytta , @ilikekpop-c @mar-lo-pap , @lattejimin, @butterymin @thelilbutifulthings , @cannotalwaysbenight @notsooperfect @muchwita , @maryhopemei , @rinkud , @misfits1a , @ktownshizzle

#yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min yoongi smut #bts fic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi au #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #suga #agust d #bts suga #min yoongi #bts min yoongi

176 notes · View notes