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I read that whole post bc it was in the nct smut tag and there was no nct

I apologise about that... however this One Shot is part of a series of One shots with the male leads being some of my favorites from kpop and there are a couple of guys from NCT in the list.. if you have a Favorite you would like me to write about, I would gladly work on it 💛✨️

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SECRET FRIENDS - Min Yoongi- One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+🔞 (FT.. Jungkook, Mingyu, Hobi, Jimin, Yugyeom)

Wordcount: 2.164 ❤️

Genre: Same friend group Au - Secret friends Au - Secret siatuationship Au

Warning: This story contains strong language and VERY Spicy/sexual content. Be aware before reading.

After a couple of weeks of thinking, I decided to bring my best friend Cassie into my secret circle of friends, it had felt weird not tell her about it before, only the secret wasn't only mine but today I received a message from Jungkook, inviting me to a little weekend away in the countryside  , he felt bad that I was keeping a secret from my  best friend so he said II could bring her along. 

So here we are dropping our stuff in one of the bedrooms. My friend is a little mad at me because I didn't give her a heads up on who she was going to be meeting and because she is embarrassed she was wearing her Mingyu Tshirt when she actually shook Mingyu's hand. In my defence, I did not see it under her jean jacket and Mingyu did find it funny. 

Hobi is preparing the food shopping list so he can go with Jimin and Yugyeom to the supermarket, we are in a pretty small town so not many people would pay much attention to them.  

Mingyu and Jungkook were thinking about drinks but decided to make a tik tok video of a new dance while making Cassie record it. I knew they were going to get along and I am glad they are. 

I met Jungkook a while back while I was volunteering at an animal shelter, we clicked talking about animals, we became friends and soon he introduced me to some of his friends a few of them aren't here because of their busy schedule... There is one in particular that I am waiting for.. I haven't seen him in a while and I know he is going to be here but I can't wait.  Min Yoongi and I talked often when we were at the same gatherings, we had some things in common and he would make sure I felt comfortable and included, one conversation lead to another until one day we were celebrating Jungkook's birthday and after some drinks we ended up sleeping together. I felt incredibly guilty at the thought of ruining this new found friendship so I avoided Yoongi until we met again at a different gathering and we ended up slept together again, we decided to just keep it at that even though I caught feelings. 

"Yoongi Hyun is almost here!" Jungkook yells from the kitchen bar, looking at me with a smirk.  He knows about us, against his own will like he likes to say. He walked in on us doing the deed once when he thought Yoongi was alone in his room. Yoongi had to buy him a full box of banana milk as bribe for his silence and another one as payment for his trauma.

"Staaaup" I mouth at him while he laughs at my sudden blush.

I hear voices outside and I recognize his, he is greeting the boys that are on their way to the super market... I stay on the couch acting as nonchalant as possible but my heart is racing and I am sure it skips a couple of beats as soon as I feel him bend over the couch to level to my ear and whisper  "Hello beautiful.. its been a while!" I can smell his scent and feel his breath on my skin. I don't turn to look at him because I am sure our lips would connect and I have missed him so much, I don't think I would be able to stop at just a kiss.

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We had dinner and drink outside and now we are playing games, Cassie and the boys are getting along and she is smiling so much, I am worried her chicks will fall! We watch Jimin dance like a chicken as a dare for loosing at the latest game, Jungkook keeps winning and we are all obviously teaming up to make him loose at least once. Yoongi and I keep stealing glances at each other and my stomach keeps fluttering every time he smiles at me and I worry that the longer we keep seeing each other the more painful it will be for me when it ends. When he told me that he was coming this weekend, he also said we had to talk and I feel it is about ending it. 

MYG<3 : should we retire soon?

Me: I don't want to leave Cassie alone.

MYG<3 : She will be fine.

MYG<3 : I want to be alone with you.

Fuck. He wants to have that talk now. I take a break from replying to his messages. I am not ready but better now than later I guess. I tell Cassie that I will go inside for a while to make a phone call to my parents, those usually last long so she wont get worry if I'm gone for a while. 

Me: Okay, lets.

MYG<3 : You go first.

I waited for Yoongi on the second floor, once we were in his room we made small talk, its unbearable and I am feeling awkward so I decide to kick start the more serious conversation.

"So we should talk..." I start but he cuts my sentence with a kiss. I push him back a little putting my hands on his chest to keep the distance. He frowns at me with an inquisitive look.

"What's wrong?" he says placing a hand on my chick while tilting his head.

I think about pushing for the serious conversation but then think about how this will probably be the last time we are this close together, about how I might regret not enjoying him like this one last time and before I can change my mind I close the distance between us and our mouths clash. I expect him to stop me but instead he deepens the kiss and that's all I need to know before I start walking backwards to the bed maintaining eye contact and unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Yoongi takes his clothes and walks to help me out of my hoodie leaving me in my underwear and biting his lips once he noticed I hadn't been wearing a bra!

He pushes me into the bed and gets on top of me, kissing me deeply and moving his hands freely around my body. I can feel his hard cock when he presses his crotch against mine. His mouth moves around my face and then  my neck, following a trail towards my breast and I cant seem to control my breathing or my racing heart. My head is cloudy, run by pure deep lust, the same one I can see in his eyes when we make eye contact while my nipple is in his mouth. His long fingers are now at my clit, rubbing it with passion and a moan escapes my mouth, he flips me around and pulls my butt up and removes my underwear. He starts making his way to my core starting from the back, delivering wet kisses to my butt and going lower until i feel his long tongue stroking around my entrance and then caressing my clit. My legs shake the more he plays around with my clit, I can feel the orgasm building and once his finger enter me, I cant hold it in anymore and let go. He lick me all over and then I feel his absence, looking towards him I notice the condom on his hand. My mouth waters at the view of his perfectly erected member and I get off the bed and drop to me knees, looking into his eyes I don't wait for him to oppose to this and guide his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and moving my tongue around the tip, earning me a grunt from him, I look up and notice he is hanging his head backwards, then my eyes fall to his free hand and I notice his closed fist... I know what that means, he is itching to hold my head and fuck my mouth, so I grab it and place it at the back of my head, letting him know that its okay to do just what he wants. I feel him thrust forward and I relax my throat to give him full access. I can hear his moans and grunts when I breathe and try my best to swallow around his cock until he stops me abruptly, gets me up and on the bed again, spreading my legs and putting the condom on before he enters me.  We always had great chemistry in bed, our sex was always hot and dirty but tonight there is also something else and its fucking good.  I can feel him inside of me getting frantic,  we have been going at it for a while and after several of my orgasms I can feel his trusts going faster and his cock throbbing inside of me, I know he is close. he kisses me through my latest orgasm and I feel the shock of it starting from my toes, the eye contact sealing it and after my high he pumps a couple more times inside of me before his glorious release. He give me a chaste kiss and then drops next to me. 

"Fuuuck..." he says while breathing heavily

I stay quiet for a while, afraid that if I speak the bubble will break and we will be forced to have that conversation, all while I only want to enjoy this moment.

He kisses my shoulder softly a couple of times and then clears his throat before speaking "I want to tell you something and I need you to listen to me" -FUCK, here we go and I'm not ready-

I hum in response and prepare myself for the worst.

"(Y/N)  you know I care about you and that we have been doing this for a while now..." His voice seems calm but somehow my heart keeps raising and my mind is imagining the worst "I can't do this anymore, the whole secret thing is hard and It is stressing me out.. so maybe we shouldㅡ " he pauses when I move to sit up.

"Right.." I exhale trying to slow downs my breathing "We should just stop this" I walk to my clothes

"What?" he shoots up and grabs my arm, his dark hair slightly wet by the sweat is now attached to his forehead and he looks gorgeous while standing there looking at me in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I understand, you want to end it. This secret is a problem and we need to end it before it becomes something bigger"  I say slowly and carefully.. his confused expression is starting to freak me out, he is looking at me like I just grew a second head and I become even more confused once he laughs drily.

"I never said I wanted to end it. I want us to continue seeing each other. Iㅡ" 

"Us hooking up sgain is only going to make it harder later one" I say

"Stop. Stop talking." he says, placing a hand to his chest and moving his hair from his forehead "If you would only listen to me, you would know that I don't want to fucking end it. I want you in my life and I thought about us being friends but  the idea of us being anything short that boyfriend and girlfriend kills me and I came here to ask you but... you don't want to?" He looks at me, his face pained and I start tearing up. 

This whole time I thought he wanted to end us, meanwhile he just wanted us to become something more. I can see him trying to find an answer on my face and when I find myself unable to speak, I throw myself at him, kissing him passionately, stopping to whisper in between sobs  "I do want us. I want us to be together. I want to be your girlfriend." and starting a second round of what we had just finished.

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Its the morning after and I woke up in between his arms, Yoongi and I spent most of the night having sex, intense and meaningful sex until we fell asleep. 

I am in the ensuite shower when he joins me and we go for another rounds, I am incredibly happy and he seems to be in the same state. Every now and then he tells me how happy he is I said yes and how much more relaxed he feels now that we are on the same page. 

We get dressed in between kisses, trying our best to not fall in the bed again because we need energy so we walk holding hands to the kitchen to get some breakfast and we can hear everyone is awake. We had decided to let our friends know about us because it was a good start not having to hide our relationship from them. 

"FUCKING FINALLY" Jungkook yells with a big smile when he sees us entering the Livingroom.

A/N: I hope you guys like this story. Sorry I haven't published in a while, I have been dealing with some personal stuff and with the publishing of my upcoming book so my priorities have been different lately. I will keep writing, I dont have set times but I will work on publishing at least twice a month. Loye you all and please stay healthy and safe.

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Misunderstanding Part 5

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+

Wordcount: 2.540 Really hope you guys enjoy it ❤️

Genre: Working together au. - Cold Player reputation Au - Future something au.

Warning: This story contains strong language and Spicy/sexual scenes. Be aware before reading.

In the past week, Yoongi and I have spent a couple of nights together in my apartment, his driver would drop him off at the back entrance of the building late at night. We have been very professional when working together, limiting our personal relationship to stolen glances. Except for that one afternoon he asked me for some help preparing for an interview that wasn't in my schedule but turned out to be a trick to give us some time alone and we ended up having some fun in his studio before he left for a 4 day trip, thank God the studio is soundproof. 

Yoongi is coming back tomorrow night, I have been using my free time catching up on some sleep or with Josie and Zion, my best friends. We are having dinner at my apartment tonight, its pasta and wine night. Josie and I are wearing our XL t-shirts and shorts with fluffy socks. I am Laughing at my best friends who jokingly argue about how Zion came straight from a meeting at work wearing a suit convinced that Josie had brought a change of clothes for him.

"Babeㅡ  You can wear one of (Y/N)'s XL t-shirt's!" Josie sounds serious but I know she is trying not to laugh. 

"Josie, her t-shirts aren't going to fit me in the same way they fit you. I'm 6.4, you guys are garden gnomes next to me." Zion says while chopping all the ingredients for the pasta sauce. He is cooking for us tonight and I am thankful. He is a great cook.

"HEY!!" I complain from the couch and he gives me a mocking face.

"Baby, its okay you look hot. Book boyfriend material"  She rubs his back and then whispers something in his ear and by the look on his face, I am glad to not hear it.  They are such a gorgeous couple.

"So (Y/N), any idea who is the next VIP you will be in charge of?" Zion and I work in the same company but different fields, he is a producer, a great one too. "I am working withㅡ"

"MMH MMH. No work talk." Josie Interrupts him before he can finish the sentence that was spiking my curiosity but generally when we start to talk about work, we end up going down a rabbit hole. Zion groans in mock like complain and she gives him a pat in the butt and walks towards where I am sitting. "So tell me, how is it going with 'you know who'!!" she smirks, Zion always goes into overprotective big brother mode whenever I start seeing someone, specially  since I got my heart broken by one of his friends in college, so we didn't tell him about my situation with Yoongi. Also I wouldn't know what to tell him about it since I am not sure if there is anything to say.

"Nothing new" I talk with a low voice as well, telling her about our week and how it feels right to be with him, I tell her about how he causally handed me an Ice coffee after a meeting, earning us a couple of curious looks and then left before I could even say thank you but followed it with a single message " ;) " that made me smile.

"He is coming back tomorrow night so I won't see him until we are back to work on Monday " I say trying my best to sound nonchalant.

She scans my face and then smirks "Girl.. that is in like tree days... He is leaving in a little over a week, right ? Don't waste any time pretending you don't care."

She is right but still I shrug at her when our conversation is interrupted by Zion who is placing the food in front of us. 

"THAANK YOUUU" Josie and I singsong at the same time.

We have a couple of bottles of wine while talking about random things, playing some video games in which Zion won multiple times and Josie and I had to endure his boosted ego for the rest of the night. At some point some wine ended up on Zion's baby blue shirt and Josie hand washed it in my bathroom, he refused to use on of my t-shirts. It was too late and they were too drunk to drive so we turned the dinner into a sleep over.

Around 8 am a loud knock wakes me up, I look over at Josie who is peacefully sleeping next to me and I hear Zion groan from the living room where he slept, then I hear the door open and some muffled conversation so I decide to go and check what's going on. 

Walking out from my room moving s couple of strands of my messy hair off my face "Zi, Who's at the door? is early as Fuㅡ" I cant finish my sentence when I notice Yoongi standing next to Zion who's expression is the pure definition of confusion.  My heart is racing in Excitement "Yoongi? Howㅡ You are back!" God I missed him "I thought you weren't coming back until tonightㅡ"

"Obviously." he cuts me off and his cold tone catches me by surprise. "I shouldn't have come here."  

"Yoongiㅡ" I notice how he is looking between Zion and me. Shirtless, Sleepy faced Zion. Who is trying to fix his hair and looking at us trying to catch on whatever is going on. Shit. Yoongi thinks something happened between us. "OH,NOㅡ Yoongi, no.. Nothing happened. This is ㅡ"

"You don't owe me an explanation. I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry for the intrusion. See you on Monday." He rushes out the door and I try to go after him but Zions hand stops me.

"I don't know what the FUCK is going on right now. But if you run after him like THAT" Zion gives a nod towards my body and I instantly notice the lack of a bra under my t-shirt, mixed with my messy hair and clothes, I can only imagine what Yoongi was thinking "and someone sees you two, shit will go sideways." His voice sounds angry and worried at the same time while walking away from me "Now. I'll make us some coffee while you.." he now nods towards the bar stool at my kitchen Island. "...sit and start talking."

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I told Zion Everything, He was annoyed because I am risking my career by sleeping with a VIP. He gave me so much shit about the entire situation and then told me to be careful, both with my work and my heart. He advised me to clear things up with Yoongi and then break it off. Specially because he is also working with Yoongi. I see his point but I cant easily end something that feels this good and this right.

Josie Apologized for being asleep through the entire thing, only showing up when Zion had ended the questioning. She disagrees with the idea of me ending things with Yoongi. She thinks Yoongi has feelings for me, otherwise he wouldn't have showed up at my apartment that early right after his flight and wouldn't have gotten mad when seeing another man in my apartment. "But you need to clear up the confusion about you and Zion. I love you like a sister but I draw the line at sister wives." Her attempt at comedy earned an eyeroll from me and a kiss from Zion. 

I spent the weekend trying to reach Yoongi, but he wouldn't answer the phone and I couldn't exactly text him about it because risking our little secret on the hands of whomever is holding his phone while he does things didn't feel like the right thing to do. 

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On Monday Yoongi spent the day mostly in his studio, when we did see each other it wasn't an appropriate moment to start a conversation, at least not that conversation. I spent the rest of the day miserable because the disappointed look in his face before he left my apartment on Saturday morning kept replaying in my head. He is leaving in a week and I don't want that to be the last memory of us. I don't want that to be how we leave things. 

I am at my desk reading some paperwork for a new project... who am I lying to... I am only pretending because I can't concentrate.  

A presence behind me startles me, It's Zion. I turn in my chair to look at him, who's smile is wide. "called your name a couple of times..." He arches an eyebrow once he sees my face. "You look distracted."

"I'm just busy" I try to play it cool "Waitㅡ What are you doing here?"  He usually stays in the floors where the studios are. I scan him, he is wearing a casual outfit and is holding a paper bag that peaks my curiosity.

"Yes, its for you. Unwelcoming ass." He hands it to me "I need to finish some work with your VIP" 

"Oh that's cool." I tuned him, turning around and placing the bag on my desk, focusing on the paper bag's content. A Chocolate Fudge Muffin. My favorite. "Thank youuuu" I smile brightly at him and Zion bends to hug my back and gives me a kiss on my temple.

"You are welcome! Thought you might need that"

Zion is still hugging me and I'm only give him a few more seconds of that because of the muffin but soon I am laughing and elbowing away when he tries to give me another kiss on my temple, he knows it annoys me when he does that but suddenly he freezes "Oh oh... I think I just made things worse."

"Whatㅡ" I look at his face and then follow where his eyes are looking and freeze. Yoongi. He  is standing in front of the glass door to my office and is just looking at us. For fucks sake. I push my friend away and get up to open the door for Yoongi but he beats me to it an walks into my office. 

"Yoongi.. Hey... Can I help you with something?" Why do I sound so awkward. fuuuck.

"I was told I could find you here... " wait.. he is not looking at me. He isn't talking to me. "You are Producer Zi right?" his words sound calm and professional but his eyes say something different, He seems annoyed.

Zion snaps out of what seemed to be his attempt to give us some sort of privacy. "OH, Yeah man. That's me. We ready to go?"

"Yeah.."

My eyes snap from Yoongi to Zion, "Wait what? Whereㅡ? Zi?"

"I tried to tell you the other night and I told you again today while You were drooling over the muffin."

"Noㅡ " Oh fuck he did say it, when I was on a muffin trance. I look towards Yoongi who seems to be just standing there avoiding eye contact while looking at his phone. 

"You never listen" he says coming close to me and whispering in my ear "I will talk to him for you." while Yoongi walks to the door. "Eat your muffin." Zion orders before following Yoongi out.

I look at them until they disappear around a corner then walk back to my desk, staring at the paperwork on top of it. "Good luck focusing on my work now" I mutter to myself.

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I spent the rest of the day not being able to focus on work so I decided to leave early, hoping that going home and taking a bath would calm me down but I was hyperaware of every ping on my phone and of every person walking in the hallway outside my apartment. I don't know what I was waiting for, Zion telling me he had talked to Yoongi? Yoongi telling me he didn't care? whatever it was that I was subconsciously waiting for, never came.  

Tuesday came and Tuesday left and still no news. I should just let it go, I need to focus back on work. I need to focus on closing this project well and start preparing for the next one, so that is exactly what I am doing on Wednesday night on my couch. I am deep on paperwork looking at the two project I could be participating in next, none of them seem as exciting as working with Yoongi but lets be honest, no other project will be the same as working with Yoongi.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!!!!

I look confused at the time, its late. Its 10.28 PM but Ms. Cole, my neighbor had said something about dropping some potato salad off and she always had a weird timing. However when i open the door my breath hitches. 

"Hi." Yoongi's voice is soft.

"Hi.." I am not even sure if he hear that, my voice was so low. We stare at each other until he interrupts.

"Can I come in?" he says nodding towards my apartment and I realize I'm frozen in the middle of my door, so I hurry to the side and usher him in. There is a few minutes of silence until he decides to interrupt it. "I spoke Zionㅡ I have been embarrassed to come talk to you" 

I open my mouth to speak but he raises a hand stopping me "I came back early because I missed you and wanted to see your face when I told you about my plan for us. But when I saw him here without a Shirt on and you coming from the bedroom, it bothered me. I thought the worst." He continues explaining while pulling on his fingers. 

"Yoongi.. I am sure Zi already explained our relationship so I wont get into that" I reach out and grab his hand. "But I need you to know, I'm not interested in any other guy. I don't know what this is but I want you regardless." I say in my most reassuring voice and pull myself closer to him. "I missed you and I was scared that our last memory would be of a misunderstanding."

We sit on my couch and talk about the situation until Yoongi gets a message and he looks at me with a wide smile "I don't know how you will feel about it but I have a plan, I wasn't sure they were going to accept it so I didn't want to tell you about it before."

"Okay.. do you want to tell me about it now" I look at him, appreciating his smirk.

"You should check your email"

I reach for my computer and there is an unread email in it with the title 'PROJECT EXTENSION' I look at Yoongi, who is just smiling and looking at me back. "Maybe we could create new memories and see what this is. No pressure" he says. 

Smirking at him in confusion I turn back to my computer and my eyes widen when I read it.

Good evening Miss (Y/L/N) After careful consideration and after observing the good work chemistry you have with our team We would like to invite you to join our staff as Min Yoongi's personal interpreter on and for the duration of the upcoming Agust D world tour.  Please find attached the documents with a deeper explanation of what your role would be and the contract. Please let us know if you decide to accept. Kind Regards, Hybe!

A.N: I hope you guys enjoy part 5. I would be really thankful if you could leave a like/repost or some feedback. ❤️ Also please let me know any comments about this story or if you have any personal requests.

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Due to a personal issue, Yoongi's Misunderstandings PART 5 won't be posted for another day or two! 🥺💛 Sorry bbs

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Misunderstandings Part 4

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+

Wordcount: 2172

Genre: Working together au. - Cold Player Au - Future something au.

Warning: This story contains strong language and Spicy/sexual scenes. Be aware before reading.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I freeze. My body starts moving trying to figure out my next move, should I change? nah is too late. Should I justㅡ  Maybe I should just open the door. I make my way to the door and exhale when I notice is just the delivery guy with my food. After closing the door I made my way to the kitchen but to steps in its direction i hear another knock sending a chill down my spine. 

I place the food on the kitchen counter and walk to the door somehow this time I am more relaxed, looking out of the peephole I see Yoongi and suddenly the possible consequences of someone in my building seeing him outside my door at this time of night rushes through my head so my body rushes to open the door grab his hand and bring him inside the house shutting the door behind him in a spam of seconds.

"Missed me much?" he says with a fascinated smirk on his face.

"Huh?" I said confused. Finally looking down to where he was looking I take my hand back fast. Turns out my hand was still on the spot on his shirt where I grabbed him to pull him inside the house and I was still holding him against the wall.  

"What are you doing here Yoongi? How do you even know my address?" I say starting to come back to my senses. He continues to look at me seemingly amused and grabs my hand again interlacing our fingers. I am getting annoyed at his lack of response so I pull my hand away and walk towards my kitchen.  I open a bottle of red wine and pour two glasses silently handing one of them towards Yoongi. 

"I will call your driver and we can get you back to your hotel before anyone notices." I state.

"You want me to leave?" he stares at me then proceeds to rest sip on his wine "Oh.. Is Nate coming over?" he laughs mockingly.

"Stop it. I don't want to continue playing this game with you." I am evidently annoyed. I don't understand him first he ignores me and now he is jealous and showing up at my house. What the hell!!!!!!!!

He scoffs and places his glass on the kitchen island then walking towards where I am standing. He is walking slowly or maybe that is just my silly brain looking at him in slow-motion. He places his hands on my hips "You are cute when you are mad, you know that?"  

My confused expression is gone once his lips reach mine, his hands roaming around my hips pulling me into him.

 "I care. You are mine and the idea of another man touching you is scarier than anything else in my life right now". I don't know if he means that but his tone seems sincere and I cant do nothing but give up into his touch. I start kissing him and push him out of the kitchen and into my couch, we start taking our clothes off in a rush, I needed to touch him I needed him inside of me even if this was the last time we would do this. He seemed to be in the same rush as me and the lust in his eyes was fueling my need, we plop into the couch, making out and touching each others bodies. The room filled with our heavy breathing and moans. I get on top of him and rub his member to my entrance before sliding it in and riding him, his hands are on my boobs and then on my neck pulling me down to kiss him.  Everything is so intense and feels just so good. He tries to move me around and we end up rolling off the couch to my fluffy rug on the floor, not stopping but to laugh a little about the incident before continuing our activities. Having him on top of me with my legs wrapped around him and while he is fucking me and looking at me like I belong to him is making my legs shake and I cant no longer control my building orgasm and  end up exploding around his member in a symphony of moans, him following right after me.

He rolls over and lays next to me,  kissing my shoulder and then pulling the blanket off the couch and covering our bodies with it. I start myself falling asleep and I hear a  whispers "You are mine. I am yours". his words like a promise and the last thing I hear before falling asleep.

.................. The morning after ..................

I rub my eyes waking up, the only signs that what seems like a sleepy dream actually happened is my naked body covered by a blanket in the middle of my living room floor  Looking towards my windows I can see the cloudy rainy day is reflecting my feelings once I notice Yoongi is no longer next to me. I love rainy days but the idea of him leaving without saying goodbye after we spent the night together just rubs me the wrong way but I understand, he probably left very early to avoid being seen. 

I get up wrapping the blanket around my body, move the empty wine glasses to the kitchen and head to my room it takes me a couple of seconds to notice the noise coming from my bathroom and the light coming through the slightly open door. I walk towards it slowly and realize that the noise I was hearing was coming from my shower, when I push the door open a bit only to see Yoongi standing under the steamy shower. I rub my eyes again silently thanking God when I open my eyes again and Yoongi is still there.

"Good morning... Join me?" his words sounded like a question but I know it was more an order.

he stands staring at me with his hand pushing his hair back from his face, this man is a vision, his gorgeous forehead in sight, his body, his slightly erected member, all of him on plane view and surrounded by the steam made it a bit harder for me to be convinced this wasn't a dream.  I drop the blanket from my body and his member jerks up a bit, his eyes scanning my body as I walk into the shower. His hands welcome me under the warm water and his mouth follows planting a soft kiss to my lips before tracing other small kisses around my collar bone, then my boobs and then around my belly button kneeling in front of me and moving my leg over his shoulder. Our eyes connect for a second and I am starting to believe he really is here but when His tongue connects with my clit and he starts working around it with that powerful mouth of his, I am one hundred percent certain he is. I hold onto his wet hair while a powerful orgasm starts to build inside of me and it comes to a satisfying releasing a second after he introduces his fingers inside of me. I don't have time to recover from it because I am now slammed against the wet tiles with his hard member being pushed inside of me with one powerful move, his hand pulling my hair and head backwards so he can kiss my exposed neck while he continues to go in and out of my core. The intensity of all his moves seem to be getting to both of us, because soon we are both panting and I'm begging him to let me come as he is going into me faster and deeper until we both get to an incredible orgasm, His soft grunts in my ear adding to my pleasure and sending shivers through my body.

After washing ourselves and resting in the bedroom for a bit, I watched him put his pants on while I put on a large t-shirt and some shorts, I knew he was going lo leave soon so in my mind I was trying to get used to the idea and bringing back my serious and sometimes bitchy side of my personality out again.

"Do you like brunch?"  he asks casually. His words pulling me out of my thoughts and the idea that he might be wanting to start some chitchat to cover the silence while he waits for his car bother me a bit.

"Yes. Doesn't everyone?" I don't wait for him to answer before I ask another question "Is your driver on the way? I need to check that no one is around before you leave. Tell him to go at the back entrance of the building, that will probably be more discreet." I continue talking about options for him to safely leave my apartment with minor risk of being seen but after a while of talking and not having an answer from him,  I stop to look at him only to find him staring at me, shirtless and phone in hand. He opens his mouth to say something but he stops. "What?" I ask again.

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No. But you should get back to your hotel before people figure out you are not there. This is the responsible thing to do." I say in my formal tone that now has a hint of annoyance in my voice after a couple of seconds of silence. 

He looks at me, silently scanning my face and then suddenly something changes in his eyes. I open my mouth ready to speak again but he put his hand up to stop me from doing so. He drops his phone on the bed and then speaks. 

"Were are not doing this." I look at him confused. "We have one day off work. I asked about brunch because I want us to eat something together. I want to spend the day with you. I want to feed you so you get some strength in you before we spend the rest of the day fucking and talking about anything and everything." he steps closer to me and holds my chin up. "I don't know what this is exactly and I cant promise you anything but I know is more than just sex to me.  So, if you want me to leave say it. Otherwise, I need you to drop the attitude and allow us to enjoy today."

His voice is firm but filled with honesty and his eyes continue to scan me, I can see he is waiting for an answer so I nod in agreement activating a smirk in his face as  he pulls me in for a deep kiss.

After our conversation we spent the rest of the day doing just that. We ate brunch sitting at the kitchen island. Watched a movie and argued about the stupid logic of the girl that hears a noise coming from her dark basement and then goes to check it. Yoongi said he could take whatever it was that was hiding in there while i laughed at him showing me how he would throw punches, then I said I would run so fast that there would be a hole in the wall shaped like me. We had sex in different parts of my apartment, the kitchen, on my bed and on the floor of my bedroom, against the little table where I set my keys and again in the shower talking and taking naps in between each session. We almost never checked our phones because Yoongi had talked to his manager about wanting to not be disturb because he was going to be resting in his room but now his alarm started ringing, waking us up from our nap in the couch after the latest sex session.  He stops his alarm and then starts giving me soft kisses on the neck. 

"I have to go." he says softly against my mouth. I moan a little when we kiss. We get up from the couch and he pulls a t-shirt over my head before putting his clothes on. His phone rings again and we know this time is his driver, we had agreed he would go out alone, since it would be less suspicious. Stopping in front of my door we silently hug and he kisses my forehead before heading outside.

I lock my door and look around my living room noticing every sign of his now missing presence here, the empty box of the pizza we had for dinner, the empty beer cans, a random movie playing on the tv, my blanket on the floor in front of the couch, the small pillows that usually sit on the couch are on the floor and I wrap my hand around my body trying to avoid the sadness and the uncertainty of what could happen tomorrow when we are back at work. I head to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and curling myself up in my bed, smelling his sent in my pillows, then falling asleep. 

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Misunderstandings Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: 2.482

Genre: Working together au. Cold Playboy au. Future something.

Warning: This story contains strong language and spicy scenes. be aware before reading it.

Y/N POV

"how are you feeling... about seeing him tonight?" Josie asked between sips of her margarita, she was sitting in my bed while I was looking for what to wear later today for the tonight show. I had told her about what happened between Yoongi and I and she was intrigued.

"I feel fine, is work. That was just a one time thing, It was nothing." I continue looking around my wardrobe unable to finding something I like. All I could think about was Yoongi, I had been avoiding him when possible and acting like nothing happened when I actually saw him. I didn't understand his change in behavior that morning, I felt like crap and was unable to focus on my job for a couple of days. He clearly was acting like it meant nothing so I decided to try and move on. I was going to do my job as best as I could, He would leave soon and soon after it would be a distant memory.

Josie walks to my closet moving me aside and hands me an outfit. She smiles softly at me.

"You are forgetting I know you. You don't sleep around and certainly not with a guy you just met. You like him and what happened is not nothing. The sooner you admit that to yourself, the sooner we can come up with a plan."

"I have nothing to admit" Josie exhales heavily hearing my words so I continue "..Okay.. lets say I like him! there is nothing I can do about it, He is leaving in 3 weeks and is currently acting like I don't exist."

"Plenty of time. You are gorgeous, he is a guy and Jealousy can work wonders. Now get ready, I got a plan." she smiles widely at me and sits back in the bed with her phone in hand. I love her confidence and she is almost always right but I have doubts about this one. Yoongi is not someone you can easily play mind games with.

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A couple of hours later I was at The Rockefeller Center for The tonight Show , I had gotten there early to make sure everything was ready in the private waiting room waiting for min Yoongi to arrive and the filming to start. I stare at myself mirror and admire Josie's work. She picked a short red flowy dress paired with a large black blazer buttoned up to cover it until I got to the after party. Simple black heels, soft red lips and my dark wavy hair tied methodically in a bun I would have to undo once we were heading to the party.

Before Yoongi went in for the interview we practiced a couple of times in the waiting room, I caught him looking at my lips a few times but pretended like I hadn't.

I watched the interview from backstage, the way he sometimes moved his hand through his hair, made me have flashbacks of that night we spent together, of the way I moved my hand through his hair while he was going down on me. -DONT THINK ABOUT IT, NOT NOW, NOT HERE- I mentally yelled at myself.

Once Yoongi finished the interview and performance he came back to the waiting room looking godly with that smirk he gets every time he performs, licking the corner of his mouth and panting slightly, a bit of sweat on his forehead making some of his hair strands wet... me along with them just at the sight of him. I snap out of my thoughts and I notice everyone collecting their things and preparing to leave.

I made sure so sit in the back  of the SUV so I could get time to fix myself on the way there. I opened my blazer and placed it on my shoulders and let my long wavy hair down. I fix my make up and prepare to put the plan in action. Josie had instructed me to have a first short interaction with Yoongi once we arrived at the party, just to get his attention and then move on to find a guy to flirt with and proceed to have some fun, she said the rest would develop.

The SUV stops at the private entrance and while everyone gets off it, I wait a couple of seconds to calm my nerves and then do the same. -wish me luck- I say preparing myself mentally.

While walking through the entrance door a guy from Yoongi's team spots me "Woah Nuna... You look so good"

I smile thankful and notice Yoongi's eyes are on me, mouth slightly open while scanning me from top to bottom. I purposely use that moment to take my blazer off and hand it to the coat check girl, revealing my shoulders and the back of my dress.

I walk towards Yoongi, my heart racing a bit from the way he is looking at me. I find my calmest voice "You did great there." I show him a kind smile  "Enjoy the party." I walk towards the bar feeling his eyes still on me. -First Contact made-

Its been an Hour since we got here, I left my blazer at the teams table and I've been dancing with Nate for a while, we met at a different event some time ago, he is very handsome, fun and flirty which is exactly what I need right now.

While I was dancing with Nate I had noticed Yoongi talking to a girl closely and smiling at her, sometimes her hand touching his arm and it didn't seem to bother him, that had triggered some jealousy out of me, he had been looking at Nate and I dancing a couple of times but seemed unbothered. I wonder what he felt. Now at the bar I give a glance towards the table and see the team dancing but he isn't there anymore, she isn't there anymore either. I start looking around wondering if maybe they left together and the thought of him with another girl just made my chest hurt.

Nate catches my attention passing me a shot of tequila I seriously needed. I need to get my head out of Yoongi and focus on having fun. Maybe if I sleep with Nate whatever it is I feel for Yoongi is going to pass. I down another shot and while dancing with Nate I signal the bartender to pour us two more shots, I dance sexily against his chest, we are making eye contact and his hands starts moving around my hips and his nose is tracing my neck. When I grab the next shot I feel my hand grabbed and my body pulled abruptly from Nate's. My shot has disappeared from my hand and when I look at who is grabbing my hand, my body freezes.

Yoongi chugs down the shot and I can sense some anger in his movements "I think you had enough drinks and I had enough of this show" he says nodding towards Nate and I. I wasn't wrong, his voice gives out some anger. He gives Nate a mean look and I try to pull my hand away from his  but stop when he grunts. "Don't test me!"

I signal a worried looking Nate that its okay to leave me alone with Yoongi and once he is gone I decide to confront Yoongi on his behavior. 

"That was my shot." I state with a serious tone.

"You didn't need it." he laughs if off with a smug face. He seems calmer now that Nate is gone.

"Is this a game to you?" My voice exasperated. "We have sex then you ignore me for a week, now you come here stealing my shot and cockblocking me like nothing happenedㅡ"

He closes the space between us pulling me towards him surprising me when I bump against his chest, his breath on my neck and his hand playing with the hem of my dress, making me very aware of how short it is. "Oh come on. I just wanted a shot and you happened to have one" he looks into my eyes and smiles shrugging his shoulders. Goosebumps spreading around my body when i feel the cool tip of his fingers gracing my skin.

"whatㅡ" I shake my head trying to get some clarity. Taking my hand away from him I pass him the second shot that was meant for Nate "Fine. Enjoy this one too. I will go find Nate, I'm sure he wont be a jerk after we fuck."

Anger reappears on Yoongi's ayes but I don't stay around for long. Once I see where Nate is standing I start walking straight towards him. When I am about to reach Nate, Yoongi grabs my arm and pulls me through set of curtains.

"Yoongi What the fuck?" My scream slightly covered by the loud music.

"What did you say in there?" he signal towards the room past the curtains. We are now standing in one of the private VIP rooms. It has dark drapes, a table and some sort of couch.

"Nothing. I said Nothing" My voice mustering strength, his hand is still wrapped around my arm tightly and I am trapped between the table and his body. He seems enraged.

"Oh nono, please repeat what you said in there. Something about fucking Nate?" His voice daring.

My god this man is driving me crazy but if he wants to play, I can play too. " I Simply stated a fact. Why? Jealous?"

He smirks and his hand drops to my thighs and he starts making his way to my middle. Lust taking his angers place. "Just so we are clear. Nobody Is touching you tonight except me." His words like a threat and his mouth drops to mine then he ravages me with a short but passionate kiss.  "Turn around and bend over" Confusion covers my eyes searching his face for any sign that he might be lying but find none so I do as I'm told. He spreads my legs and my core already wet as excitement rushes through my body! I can feel his hardened member against my core while he trails kisses around my back and starts pulling my dress up to my waist then takes my thong off . His hand caressing my thighs and making their way to my core. His fingers start to play with my clit and move around my folds. A moan escapes my lips and he takes that moment to insert tow fingers inside of me. "Yoongi...What if someone walks in?" I question I between moans. "I don't care." His tone gives me a rush of adrenaline because I actually don't think I care either, my orgasm was building and I just wanted to feel him inside of me, the idea of someone walking in on us was exiting. "I want you inside of meㅡ. Please Yoongi." His hands working magic in my core. "Do you?... I thought you wanted Nate" I could sense some anger in his voice at the mention of Nate's name and the idea that he could possibly be jealous made it all worth it. "NO.. I want you. I want to come on your dick. Yoongi pleaseㅡ"  I start then I reach my orgasm mid begging. It was glorious and while I'm trying to settle my breathing I feel the tip of his dick rubbing against my core and I push my butt  back to meet him, to feel him more. "My Greedy little whore" those words send a warm chill through me and I feel my orgasm build all over again. He pushes himself inside of me and I can help but yelp at the sensation of his big thick length stretching me out! He doesn't wait for me to adjust to his member before he starts thrusting and I thank him for it. I needed this. He spanks my ass but then stops gets out of me abruptly earning an unhappy groan from both of us at the sudden separation and my eyes fly open thinking that maybe we've been caught but instead he spins me around to face him. "I want to look at you. I want to see your face while you come on my dick" His voice sounds desperate as he sits me on the table I was bent over against a few second ago. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips to the edge of the table and towards him then fills me once again with his perfect member. The music is loud but we can hear each other panting and moaning, his hand is in my hair while mine are in his and he is burying himself inside of me fast and hard, we kiss like our life depends on it and I wish for this moment to never end. Both our orgasms are building and a couple of thrusts later  I feel him twitch and we are both coming undone while his forehead falls on my shoulder!

"I'll hold onto those" Yoongi smirks while putting my thong on his pants pocket then gives me a small kiss on the lips. I look at him, wanting to ask a simple question -what does this mean?- but I find that the words won't leave my mouth. we finish fixing ourselves and He looks at me for a few seconds before his mouth opens to say something but he closes it right after. "We should head back in..." I say "You go first." We smile at each other and I stay back composing myself while he exists and goes back to the party. A few minutes later a follow, walking to the bar and getting a drink, I can see Yoongi is at the end of the bar talking to a group of people, including that girl he was being close with before, they seem closer now and jealousy washes over me, we locked eyes but he quickly redirects his attention to the girl once more. I chug my drink then head to our table grab my coat  and say my goodbyes before heading back home. I am exhausted and confused. I don't know what to think now. -Should i consider this as part one of the plan completed? I wonder if what Yoongi and I did in that VIP room was part of Josie's plan-

Once I got home I showered and decided to order some food and watch some TV in my couch since it was still early and we had the day off tomorrow.  I check my phone wanting an update on my food delivery but aside from the update telling me my food is on its way I see two more messages.

23:18 Min Yoongi: Where are you?

23:30 Min Yoongi: I'm heading to your house now.

-WAIT WHAT????- he must have sent the first message while I was in the shower but now he is coming over.  Half way throw my panic I am standing in front of my couch not knowing what to do when suddenly I hear a loud knock on my door.

A.N: I hope you like this part. It is a little longer than the past ones but I couldn't shorten it any more. please leave any feedback and let me know if you guys want the next part. I am working on publishing once a week but it depends on the attention the posts get. Thank you very much lovelies.

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Misunderstandings Part 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: around 1.8+k

Genre: working together au. Cold playboy au. Future something au. 18+

This is the story from Yoongi's POV... explaining his sudden change!

WARNING: This story contains some bad words/strong language! Contains also spicy scenes, so please be aware before reading it.

YOONGI'S POV

I'm in my Hotel Suite, my brain wont shut off, so much chaos going on and in the middle of it all is the answer to that song I've been working on, I finally found the missing piece to complete it and that is why I am getting dressed up and waiting for the private driver to pick me up and take me to the studio. I get on the SUV that has been waiting for me in the underground parking and head to the studio.

I've been working for a while and decided to open a bottle of wine, The song is coming up pretty good, I have no doubt it will be another hit. Working on this new album has been hard but it has been a great experience, visiting different places and getting to know new people have made it even better.

I took a break to make a phone call and stretch my legs in the hallway but when I return to the studio I realize that I'm locked outside. -I left the damn keys inside, fucking great-.

Security said they would call (Y/N) for the spare keys. -Dammit- Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike her, in fact the moment those elevator doors opened that first day and we made eye contact, something clicked in my head, she is gorgeous! Her eyes showed irritation no doubt due to our being late but her smile hid it well, her hair a little messy on top of her head with a couple of strands framing her face, her lips plump and perfectly pink. Like I said, GORGEOUS. I stared at her so much that I couldn't even hear a word of what she said and don't get me started on the building tour, I have no clue of where anything is, my eyes never left her. 

After a couple of one on one meetings the sexual tensions between us was strong and undeniable so after those meetings I tried to be careful, I didn't want to get too close, I didn't want a rumor to start, I am very aware of my player reputation and she doesn't seem like the girl you play with. So her coming here at almost midnight when I had some wine and no one else is around doesn't seem like a good idea, yet here I am waiting in front of the elevator for her.

I'm holding my phone trying my best not to stare at her when the elevator doors open, she is not wearing her usual office clothes and  looks hot, she has a cute smile on and proceeds to walk to the studio door, following behind I cant help but look at her and my eyes land on her ass, so perfect in those skinny jeans -Good job not staring jackass- she opens the door and I invite her in -Its okay, nothing will happen, I've got it under control.- She is looking around my studio in awe and my ayes are roaming her body, until they land on her perfect boobs, I can see the outline of her nipples -FUCK!!!- I offer her a glass of wine since it seemed she had already been drinking some, I smelted it in her mixed with whatever she washed her hair with, I think its honey.

We've been talking for a while, we have some things in common, she talks passionately and I cant help but stare, she is smart and funny and bold at the same time, so refreshing. We are getting along well but some how now I am holding her wrist and holding her close to me, I cant take my eyes off her, my eyes now landing on her breast -God I want to suck on them- I shake my head and proceed to stand up abruptly walking away from her, this is not a good idea, us happening is not a good idea.

We agree on her leaving and once she is out of the studio I feel restless, I stay there, door open and heart racing -I did the right thing-. After a few minutes later she suddenly appears at the door again, she walks in explaining how she had forgotten her things and when she walks to leave again I raise my hand to wave goodbye but grab her wrist instead. -It took everything in me to let her walk away once, I was not gonna let it happen a second time-

"Maybe you should stay"

I pull her to me and wait for her to stop me, to ask me to let her go but instead she simply says "Maybe you should stay too"

-FUUCK-  She didn't pull away from me so I don't  wait for any other words and proceed to kiss her passionately, giving a start to the things I've been thinking of doing to her since the first moment our eyes connected.

.............................. The morning after................................

I wake up still a bit tired from last night and look around, I'm still in the studio with (Y/N) in my arms, she looks so peaceful, so beautiful and all the memories from last night get back to me, the sex was amazing, the way she moaned my name, the way she tasted, our bodies were made for each other. -God she is perfect and she is mine-. I've never felt this way about another girl before.

I get up carefully to avoid waking her up, I want to get us coffee first so I head to the mini kitchen on this floor to make us some but the machine isn't working so I head to the 21st floor where (Y/N) office is, I know they have a working machine there. There is not many people in the building at this time so I am not too worried about someone seeing me grab two cups.

Getting closer to the kitchen I start hearing voices, I listen for a bit trying to make out how many people could be there but suddenly I hear my name followed by some giggles, so I don't move and start contemplating maybe getting coffee somewhere else, then (Y/N) name comes up and my curiosity makes me pay more attention.

"ㅡ yeah she totally got lucky"

"ugh yeah she gets to work with Min Yoongi" her tone seems a bit annoyed and I wonder how this girl would feel if she knew I was overhearing this conversation.

"He is so hot!! I wish I could work under him... if you know what I mean" she sounds flirty and I cant help but roll my eyes.

a third girl joins in "OMG Girl, no! be professional!" I have heard her voice before but I cant think of her face.

"What? you wouldn't do it? After all he has a certain reputation" the flirty one says.

"I totally would let him doㅡ" says the second girl before she is interrupted by the girl who's voice I know.

She sounds a little flustered "NOㅡyou could loose your job. Getting Involved withㅡ. Even just a rumor about it would ruin her. (Y/N) wouldn't risk her career and her reputation over some dick. She would get kicked out of the industry." -WHAT??-

I seem to stop listening after that final statement and start walking back to the studio -She could loose her job, she could loose it all. She loves her career- my mind is foggy and now there is no trace of that hopeful calm I had when I woke up with her in my arms. She had told me how much she loves her job and The Idea that my being with her would ruin her entire career is making me sick, my reputation could ruin her. I need to do something, I cant be the reason she looses everything she has worked so hard for.

By the time I walk back into the studio I have made a decision, we cant happen, I need to distance myself and I need to make sure I do it carefully so this wont disrupt our work relationship, so that I can continue to see her even if I cant have her. I practice my speech sitting at my desk, waiting for her to wake up.

When I hear her moving around I tense and pretend to do some work in my computer, my chest feels tight.

She walks towards me and I cant bring myself to look at her because I know just looking into her eyes will stop me from doing what's best for her. I open my mouth to speak but there is no trace of my speech in my head anymore.

"Your bag and Keys are by the piano" -Why do i sound so cold? this is not what i wanted to go for-

she starts speaking, she sounds disappointed and I cant bear it so still without looking at her I dismiss her "I will see you at the meeting this afternoon".

She seems to start breathing heavily, grabs her things and walks to the door. I can feel her looking at me, almost like if she was waiting for me to stop her... but I wont. Not this time. She opens the door and leaves and my heart seems to go with her.

I couldn't do any work in the studio after she left, specially not after I found her tank top so I headed back to my hotel suite taking it with me and decided to get some rest before the meeting this afternoon.

At the meeting I tried to act as natural as I could, but after not being able to get much rest this morning, it was obvious that I wasn't going to be focusing much and with (Y/N) in the room it was going to be almost impossible. I wanted to know if she was okay, I wanted her close.

(Y/N) got into the conference room looking flawless as usual, at first glance she looked like her normal self but looking at her up close, her eyes looked a bit red and tired. The meeting went smoothly even though I did not pay much attention to anything but her. I don't understand why but she had been mine for just a few hours and I was already addicted, how is that even possible! I need to start acting like the cold player everyone says I am and being it with her will hurt me.

I barely saw (Y/N) in the next few days, it has been hell. she would send her assistant interpreter to collect or deliver any documents needed from me or to assist in minor events, when asked about it she said it was for training purposes. The 2 times we had to meet for one on one meetings, she was direct and professional but cold and fuck that was hurting me. There was no trace of her sweetness and it is torture. I miss her.  I can't have her being cold with me But how can I have her back without destroying what she has worked so hard for? 

Tonight I have an event she can't avoid, I have to be at The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon and it being an important point of the schedule, the main interpreter was expected to be there. I have a plan in mind and I will put it in motion tonight at the after party!

A.N: I hope you like this one, any feedback is welcome and I would really appreciate likes a reblogs. The next couple of chapters have already been written and I am working on publishing at least once a week! If you have any requests please send them too.

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MASTERLIST ❤️‍🩹

Min Yoongi Fanfic

Misunderstandings (Prologue)

Misunderstandings PART 1

Misunderstandings PART 2

Misunderstandings PART 3

Misunderstanding PART 4

Misunderstandings PART 5 ... OUT NOW!!! ❤️‍🔥

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Misunderstandings Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: around 1.5k

Genre: New to working together au. Cold playboy au. Future something au.

WARNING: This story contains some bad words/strong language! Contains also spicy scenes, so please be aware before reading it.

It has been a week since my team started working with Yoongi, the week had been filled with meetings about coordination between the teams, some of the meetings were one on one basically so I could get a sense of what he expected from me during this 5 weeks, it was fairly easy to agree on the way we could handle things, starting from the fact that I would have to be available 24/7 just in case I was needed! I had been going home around 8pm every day and always kept my phone on me with the ringer.

Yoongi was going to be in the studio all day tomorrow, which meant I didn't have to go into the office so I decided to relax tonight, took a long shower, moisturized and did my relaxing ritual, put on a grey tank top, no bra and some shorts, wrapped my long wavy dark hair in a towel and walked to the kitchen.

I make sure the bottle of Sauvignon blank that I bought on my way home was cold and put out two wine glasses, one for me and one for my girl best friend Josie, she is on her way over so we can gossip and watch reality shows. Josie has been my best friend since middle school, fun fact her fiancé is also my best friend. Even bigger fun fact, I had been on a date with Zion when we were in college but we quickly agreed that a friendship was the thing for us, I introduced them during one of Josie's visits on campus and now 4 years later they are just a few months away from getting married.

I hear her emergency key to my apartment in the lock and start preparing the popcorn.

"Zion is driving me crazy!!" she says with an exasperated tone while closing the front door.

I laugh at her facial expression, she is going for annoyed but it looks cute on her.

"Hello to you too... what did he do now?"

"He keeps changing our funny dance for the wedding!"

"you mean your first dance?" I say with a confused face while pouring the wine and handing her a glass.

she takes a big sip "Nono, 'Cant help falling in love' is still our song but he saw online that people like doing some funny dance trend after and You know I'm not good at dancing."

Josie comes from a rich conservative family, she is very classy and polished, never late and never a hair out of place, so I was surprised when she told me she was in love with Zion, his style very much the opposite of her but both with a heart of gold.

I laugh at the thought of Josie dancing some TikTok challenge.

"Oh josie...you are a great dancer, just not with the new stuff!" i try to comfort her and we walk to the couch.

We are under the fluffy blankets watching our third episode of love island UK season 10, we had finished the USA one a couple of weeks ago. Suddenly my phone starts ringing, the word OFFICE written in the screen, I look at the time "11:34 pm". Josie and I look at each other with confusion in our faces, she pauses the show and I shake my head trying to shake the 2 glasses of wine off my system and then proceed to answer the call.

"Hello (Y/N), this is the security from the building, sorry for calling you so late, Mr. Min is here at the office trying to access the studio but he had left his keys inside and the other copy isㅡ"

"is in my bag!" I say simultaneously facepalming my face. "I will be there in 15 minutes" luckily I don't live far away from it.

Hanging up I rush to the room, put a pair of skinny jeans on, my classic vans and put my hair on a messy ponytail. The taxi Josie had called for me was here already so I rushed out of the door telling her I would be back soon.

7 minutes later I was in front of my building, greeted the security and proceeded to the 19th floor, were the studio is. Yoongi is waiting right in front of the elevator doors when they open and I get surprised to see him in his very relaxed outfit. Hair covering his gorgeous forehead, his phone in one hand and the other one in his pocket, his eyes rise up to meet mine and I smile at him. We start walking to the elevator, he is behind me and I don't know if its his presence or the wine but I feel my cheeks heating up and warmth running through me. I open the door for him and try to hand the keys to him.

"do you want to come in for a while?" he asks with a blank expression.

"mmm sure." dammit, I am supposed to be just dropping the keys off.

I walk past him and he closes the door behind us. Its a normal studio, with little touches of him, a couple of basketball gadgets and some posters, a couch with some pretty purple cushions and a blanket, he had made it his own.

"would you like some more wine?" his question takes my attention out of looking around his studio.

"mmm sure. thank you. Waitㅡ 'more'?" my face expressing my confusion.

He has a small smile on his face while pouring me a glass "yeah, more! I noticed you have a slight scent of wine on you, so you must have been drinking some before coming here".

aww, he was smelling meㅡ Stop. waitㅡ oh my god did that mean I smell of alcohol?. oh God, that's not very professional.

"hey, its not a problem you know. I like wine, so you know... you smell good" his words snapping me out of my small mental freak out. "plus, you weren't even supposed to be coming here so don't worry about it." he hands me the glass of wine.

We've been seated on his couch and talking casually about the things we like and our passions for a couple of hours now, I feel really comfortable around him and he seems comfortable around me! He said something funny and I pushed his leg in a jokingly manner but when I tried to retrieve my hand he grabbed it pulling me closer to him, we stopped laughing suddenly and stared into each others eyes, he bit his bottom lip and shacked his head no subtly, like if he was shaking away a thought. His eyes started roaming my frame and My heartbeat accelerated once I noticed where his gaze had stopped.

My nipples were hard and he could see their outline through my tank top. Shit!!! I didn't put on bra. I should say goodnight and walk away but why aren't my legs moving?! I feel warmth spreading through my thighs.

"It's late!" He suddenly gets up and it startles me. "Maybe you should go home!"

"huh? maybe you should go home!" I say with defiance, -why cant i just shut up-.

"(Y/N)!" -my name sounds so good in his voice- "You are drunk and I'm afraid you will regret any decision we take after this point!"

He is making sense, he has a point, plus we are working together, we need to maintain a professional relationship so I get up and start walking past him and towards the door, I say goodbye and walk to the elevator. Pressing the button to call the elevator I realize that my keycard to leave the building is in my bag with my phone and my house keys -damm it- I walk back to the studio where Yoongi hadn't closed the door yet for some reason and when his eyes reached mine, I swear there was a little hope in them. I walked past him again and grabbed my bag then turned around to wave goodbye.

He stayed still for a while, like contemplating what to do, he raised his hand to wave back but he seemed hesitant. I started to walk to the door when suddenly he grabbed my wrist. I stopped breathing for a second and my heart started beating faster.

"Maybe you should stay!" he says softly. while pulling me towards him until my chest is flat against his. I can feel his breath on my face. A hint of whiskey on it.

"Maybe you should stay too!"

He smiles at my statement and that seemed to be all the permission he needed because his hand started to travel from my waist to my breast while the other one held my chin up while he watched me and the kisses me.

It was gentle at first and then became passionate, one of those kisses that take your breath away and make you dizzy. He kissed like I belonged to him, like no one had kissed me before and I was loving it.

His hand move to the front of my jeans and start undoing the buttons, his mouth now trailing my neck. my jeans come off and we move around, he leans my ass against his desk and starts trailing wet kisses from my neck down. He sucks my nipples through the tank top and starts rubbing my core.

"so wet for me already huh?" I moan and put my hands on the desk to balance myself a bit. His mouth trails down my body until I can feel his warm breath on top of my core, his fingers slowly move my panties to the side and the he assaults my clit with his mouth. -so much talent in that mouth-.

Yoongi's tongue is all over my clit and I feel my orgasm building. I cant control my moans and thank god this place is soundproof. He starts alternating between tongue fucking me and playing with my clit and I am almost at my high. The minute his hand grabs my hips to keep me still I cant control myself any longer and come. "Good girl! You taste amazing". he smirks.

"My turn!!" I smile at him and fall to my knees, looking up at him and holding the eye contact I start lowering his sweatpants. I was surprised to notice he wasn't wearing any underwear and his erection almost smacked my face when it came out of his pants!

I start holding his dick and licking the tip of it, he exhales a shaky breath and I slowly introduce his erection in my mouth. Starting to suck in and out of my mouth at first slowly and then increasing my pace, I cup his balls in my hand and then continue to suck him off at a fast pace! he is moaning and throwing his head back and I can feel it wont take him long before reaching his orgasm! I slow down my pace to tease him a little and we make eye contact again, he seems hungry for me, he wants me.

"Get up!" after taking the rest of his clothes off, he helps me get up and he takes my tank top and underwear then stares at my body for a second, I can see hunger in those eyes, hunger for me. I can see he cant decide on what to play with first. "Bend over my desk!" he commands -I guess he decided where to start- my boobs are now pressed flat against his desk, it is cold and I feel my nipples hardening.

His hands start caressing my ass and touching my clit "You are a sight. I've been wanting to bend you over my desk ever since the first day when you gave us that building tour" he says and I instantly moaned out of neediness, I need him inside of me now!.

"YOONGIㅡ"

"My god I love how you say my name... keep saying it princess!" -fuuck I want to come again so bad- he continues touching me and then I fill his hand get to the back of my neck pinning me to the desk and his other hand rubbing his dick around my folds.

"Yoongi, I needㅡ" he shut me up with his dick entering me hard, I moaned loudly and he waited a second to let me adjust then started pumping into me hard and at a fast pace. I became a moaning mess and my orgasm started building again, he used his free had to spank my ass and I moaned again, my eyes got teary but I was enjoying this. I was enjoying being fucked senseless. I enjoyed the pain mixed with pleasure that he was giving me. I needed it. After all, it had been almost two years since the last time I had sex.

I notice his pace getting faster and faster "Come for me princess! I want you to come!" he says with a commanding voice. Our orgasms hit us couple of seconds later, his seed all over my lower back!

We are both panting. He takes a second to clean me up, then opens a drawer grabbing a t-shirt from it and giving it to me. We sit on the couch to rest for a bit he kisses my forehead and suddenly the exhaustion and the wine get to me and I fall asleep in his arms!

I wake up the day after with a strong headache, I feel around for my phone that should be on my bedside table but then open my eyes to realize I'm still on the couch in the studio. Yoongi isn't in the couch anymore so I look around and see him working at his desk on the computer. I breathe a sight of relief. I reach for my jeans put them on and then walk towards him.

"Your bag and keys are by the piano" eyes fixed to the screen and monotone voice.

"Thanks!" I say hesitant about what to do next. "Would youㅡ" he cuts me off.

"I will see you at the meeting this afternoon." This time his voice sounds annoyed and dismissive. A bad feeling downs on me.

I grab my things and once I'm at the door I look back, expecting him to at least look at me before I go but nothing. -He regrets it-  that thought hurt, more than my headache!

While waiting for my taxi I realized that its 6am, that I had left Josie at home waiting for me and that I had royally fucked up by sleeping with the VIP, that he seemed to regret it to the point of not being able to look at me and that the meeting where I will have to see him in a few hours will be hard.

A.N: This is part 1 of this story, Hope you can enjoy it. Please if you want, read the prologue of this story too. I am not clear on how many parts it will have but hopefully many more, I have already mapped out how the story will continue but publishing it depends on the readers request.

A.N 2: any feedback would be appreciated! Likes and conditions are appreciated too! Please do not copy my work and give credit if reshared!

[pennyluna]

Misunderstandings ( Prologue)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: New to working together au. Cold playboy au. Future something au.

WARNING: This story will contain some bad words/strong language!

I have a good career, I've worked hard for it and spent the last couple of years preparing for the day in which they would give me the first assignment as a lead interpreter. That's my job, I work in the entertainment industry as an interpreter, which means I accompany famous people around and help them communicate with others when there is a language barrier, I also occasionally help them translate any written work but I have always been been an assistant interpreter, so most of my work had been at the office.

But today, was finally the day! I received an email last night asking me to show up early at work for a meeting about a new assignment that was starting in the afternoon! The lead interpreter assigned to it had fallen sick so they gave it to me, we were often not informed of who we would be working with as to avoid any information leaks, that made it a little bit more exciting. Now here I am, waiting by the elevator and checking my watch for the time, it's 3pm, two hours after the VIP was meant to arrive. I woke up extra early today due to excitement but now I'm a little pissed off, I hate waiting plus my stilettos are starting to take a toll on me and I'm sure my hair is a mess by now. 30 minutes later the driver texted me to let me know they were at the building so I faced the elevator and stood un straight, I tried my best to fix myself. I watched as the screen above the elevator doors indicated the floor it was currently passing. I mentally repeated them waiting for them to get to the 21st floor.

8th floorㅡ 'I'm tired.' 15th floorㅡ 'Why is it taking soo long.' 18th floorㅡ 'Soo tired.' 20th floorㅡ 'Oh crap, my breath smells like coffee!'

~DING!!!~

The elevator's door opens and my eyes land on Him.

Min Effing Yoongi.

The legend. The Rap God. AGUSTD. There He was, standing right in front of me and I found myself hating the privacy rules of the company, one in particular because a heads up about who I was going to be working with would have been fucking helpful. I blinked a couple of times and finally started hearing what was happening around me again, His manager made introductions and soon it was my turn to shake his hand.

It was warm, his hand was warm and now that feeling was going to stick with me. The man in front of me is gorgeous and didn't seem to be anything like the cold player guy that I had heard stories about from people that had worked with him in the past.

People in this industry likes to gossip about others so maybe it wasn't true, maybe he wasn't a cold player or was he?. Well, call me cat because curiosity is killing me and now I have a few weeks to observe him while I work with him.

A/N: Hello, I've been working on this story for a while, this is the first story I publish on Tumblr but it is not my first time writing. I wish to make this a series, please let me know if you are interested in the next part. Any feedback would be appreciated and any repost or like will be appreciated too!

[pennyluna]

INTRODUCTION!

Hello lovelies, i would just like to introduce myself! I'm doing some little projects on tumblr as part os my training as ghost writer aand as a hobby!

Most of my stories will be fanfictions, fantasies or/and personal experience based!

Hope you guys enjoy my stories, I will appreciate any feedback!

[pennyluna]

"Are you crying?" "No."

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Yoongi can't help but get upset with you when he's away, but he misses you too much at the same time.

“Why did you take so long to answer?”

Your eyes widened at the abrupt question that you were greeted with.

“Hello to you too, sir.”

You weren’t sure if what you heard was a sniffle.

“Hi.”

“Why are you in such a bad mood?” You asked him gently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yoongi stated simply.

“Yoongi…” you sighed softly. “What happened? Tell me.”

“Nothing. How was your day?”

You took a moment to breathe in deeply. “Was okay. I just got back home.”

“Did you eat?”

“Not yet. You called me when I was taking my shoes off.” You stretched your legs across the sofa with a satisfied hum.

“Go eat,” he urged.

“I will after I speak with you.”

“Hmm.”

You couldn’t help but frown at his indifferent attitude.

“Yoongi, why are you in such a foul mood?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he repeated.

With a huff, you nodded. “Okay. How was your day?”

“Nice.”

“Tell me more.”

A short pause followed before you heard him breathe out an exhausted sigh.

“We had a short practice session early this morning. Ate some breakfast and then went to the venue.” Yoongi appeared to be tapping his nails against some surface.

“And how did that go?” you inquired.

“Tiring. You know me, I kept a neutral face. The coffee there sucked so bad I wanted to throw it at their faces.” He scoffed.

You giggled at the frustration in his voice. “When you come back, I’ll make you the best coffee.”

For a moment, you thought the line got disconnected, looking at the phone in confusion.

“Hello? Yoongi you there?”

Silence.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm.”

His voice was so much lower than it was before, and you knew that tone really well.

“Are you crying?”

“No.”

“Yoongi…” you called out suspiciously, your heart dropping a little. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not crying,” he grumbled over the phone, sniffling a little.

“Whatever you say,” you mumbled, not buying it one bit.

You could almost see Yoongi nodding stubbornly. “Yes.”

“Are you angry with me?” You took your chance.

Your heart began to raise when the line went silent again.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“What’s for dinner?”

You gasped at the way he tried to change the topic. “Yoongi!”

“My god – you almost blew my eardrums out.”

Blinking at his words, you sat up straighter. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

Yoongi sighed. “A little.”

“Why?!” you yelled out in confusion. “What did I do?”

“Think,” he challenged you to figure it out yourself. On the other side of the line, Yoongi cracked his knuckles, distracting himself from the sadness that was threatening to break him. He stood up to walk to the mini-fridge, pulling out a can of beer and sniffing again.

“Is it because I picked up the phone late?” He smiled a little at the urgency in your voice.

“Not entirely.”

You gasped again. “I told you I was returning home! I took out my phone only when I was entering.”

“Okay. I’ll let that pass.” He nodded.

“What else could you possibly be mad at me for?”

“Think harder.”

“Is it because you miss me too much?” You teased him a little. Yoongi almost choked on his beer but he composed himself in time.

“Somewhat.”

“Somewhat?” your eyes widened. “You miss me somewhat?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you loved me enough to miss me more than that, Yoongi.” You pointed out.

“I do.”

“What’s with these short answers?” You whined, wiggling your legs across the couch. “Talk to me properly.”

“I am.”

“Yoooonggiiiiii…” you dragged out his name cutely. “Why do you – oh!”

Yoongi sat back down with his beer. With raised eyebrows, he sniffled a little again. “What?”

“Is it because I dragged you out into the rain day before yesterday after dinner?”

“What?” he blinked in confusion.

“You’ve caught a cold, haven’t you? Ah!” You threw your hands up into the air. “I should’ve listened to you, now you’re sick and I’m too far away to take care of my baby.”

Yoongi swallowed thickly. “Uhh… I don’t have a cold?”

“That means you’ve been crying.” You put him on the spot.

Yoongi stopped himself before he could sniffle again, finally understanding that that was what gave it away. So while raising his shirt to wipe at his watery nose, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

“You’re wiping your nose now, aren’t you?”

He quickly pulled the phone away to check briefly if the call was actually a video call which he clearly remembered was not, flustered at the way you knew exactly what he was doing.

“I’m not.”

“Should I be mad at you now?” You teased him with a slight smirk. “Why are you drinking without me?”

“How do you know I’m drinking?”

“I know you a lot better than you think, baby. So tell me, why were you crying?”

Yoongi rested his head back against the cushion, eyes closed and the phone pressed to his ear, wanting to feel you as close to him as was possible in that given situation.

“I miss you.”

Your lips lifted into a sad smile, heart racing at his words. “Is that why you were mad at me?”

He gasped slightly. “Aren’t you supposed to say, ‘I miss you too’?”

“I want to know why you’re mad at me first.”

Yoongi almost pouted, but quickly stopped himself before you could somehow magically figure that he was doing that too.

“I’m mad at you because you didn’t listen to me.”

“When did I not?”

“When I told you to take a day off.”

Your lips rolled into a tight line. “You’re mad at me because I didn’t take a day off?”

“No, I’m mad at you because I didn’t get – wait, I thought you knew me better, why am I telling you all of this?” Yoongi wondered, not wanting to give in so easily.

“I already know why you’re mad at me, Yoongi. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Then tell me why.”

“It’s because you didn’t get to see me before you left, isn’t it?”

You felt your heart clench at the silence that followed. There was nothing much you could do about it, Yoongi had asked you to stay back yesterday before he left for Japan to attend a few meetings and for a performance that they had planned at one of their venues, but you just couldn’t afford to skip work that day.

After two of your crew members decided to oh-so-conveniently resign without any prior notice, you and a few other people on the team had to work even faster to make up for their absence and workload that kept on increasing by the second. The office was essentially a mess, but you didn’t want to bother Yoongi by explaining all of this drama to him.

But now you thought that you should have given him at least a proper reason as to why you couldn’t skip work today. You were reminded of the sad look he had on his face when he kissed you goodbye the night before he could leave, and the way he pretended to be asleep when you left for work early the next morning.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi…” you looked down at your lap. “I really couldn’t afford to miss a day of work. There’s too much going on, two people left and we all are working so hard to make up for what they didn’t complete.”

Yoongi sniffled a little, not bothering to hide it anymore.

“But still,” you frowned with a shake of your head. “I shouldn’t have taken it for granted that you would be back in a week. I’m really sorry.”

“I haven’t told you why I’m so upset yet.” Yoongi set down his can of beer.

“And why is that?”

“Our stay got extended.”

Your heart almost stopped right there. “How long?”

“Four weeks.”

“Yoongi, what?” your eyes immediately welled up with tears. “That’s too long.”

“I found out after you left for work that day. I tried calling you to see if I could at least come to visit you once before I left, but you didn’t answer…”

“No…” you cried, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Your birthday is in two weeks.”

Yoongi placed a hand over his forehead, feeling a little overwhelmed. “I know.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve answered your call.”

“I felt so low that day,” Yoongi began, pulling his legs up to his chest as well. “I ate lunch all by myself, I wanted you to be there with me –”

The way he stopped speaking made you cry, even more, knowing that he was trying to hide the break in his voice from you.

“I’m really sorry Yoongi. I’ll come visit you, I promise. This weekend. I’ll take an off.”

“Don’t do that if it’s not possible. Let me see what I can do.” Yoongi wiped at his nose, nodding to himself.

You rested your head against your knees, feeling even worse than you did before. With aching feet that were swollen into little bubbles, you simply pictured the day that you could’ve spent with him if you had stayed back.

“Don’t cry,” you heard Yoongi mumble into the phone.

“I won’t, if you stop too.”

Yoongi laughed through his tears, nodding and wiping at his eyes. “Okay.”

“I miss you too, Yoongi. I really wish I could come and give you a nice warm hug right now.”

“I wish so too. And probably that cup of coffee that you promised. I need that too.”

You scoffed. “Are you really comparing my hugs to a cup of coffee?”

“Not just a coffee. A good cup of coffee. One that only you could make. Just like the lovely hugs that only you can give.”

Laughing softly, you switched the phone to the other ear. “I almost forgot you don’t like hugs. I must be special.”

“You certainly are. You’re the only one who could hug me without my permission and I would openly tell you that I like it.”

Your eyebrows raised, “Are you saying when others hug you without your permission, you like them but don’t openly admit it?”

“Only sometimes,” Yoongi chuckled, taking a sip of his beer and propping his legs up against the bed. “Depends on the person.”

“I wanna know more,” you giggled into the phone.

“I’m fine with Taehyung and Jimin… maybe Jungkook too. The maknae’s; basically. But it’s weird when Namjoon hugs me. That’s too much for me.” Yoongi cringed.

“He’s a giant, in comparison to you,” you covered your mouth, unable to control your laughter.

“Hey,” his frown was evident in his voice, “I can’t help that he’s taller, but I’ve been working out too.”

“I know,” you smirked. “I can’t wrap my fingers around your biceps anymore.”

“Pfft, as if you could before.”

“I could,” you argued with a giggle.

“At least now you can’t, and I’m stronger now too, maybe I could fold you up and push you into my suitcase to take you with me the next time I go somewhere.”

“What?” Your hand slapped the couch repeatedly, “Fold me up?”

“Mhm, I don’t like to be away from you,” He stated firmly.

“Awww my baby,” you smiled fondly, “I’ll come to meet you soon. I’ll be there for your birthday, I promise. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You better,” he laughed.

“I love you.”

Yoongi cooed into the phone, toes curling but wanting to pinch your cheeks simultaneously.

“I love you too, sweet thing.”

“Have you eaten dinner?” you asked him.

“Not yet. I wanted to speak to you.”

“Let’s eat together!”

Yoongi agreed almost instantly. “I’ll order something; you go get your food. I’ll video call you in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay. I can’t wait to see you, lovey.”

“I can’t, either… come soon. Also, go freshen up and wear that pajama set I bought for you.”

“The what?” you gasped.

“I got us matching pj’s. It’s in my side of the closet. Wear them, I have them on too.”

Squealing excitedly, you skipped your way to the bedroom. “Yoongi! You’re too cute!”

Yoongi chuckled, his heart feeling much lighter than it did before.

“Only for you.”

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[pennyluna]

8:33 PM - Yoongi

(A/N: for the anon requesting exes to lovers with Yoongi! Hope this satisfied your angsty dreams, feedback is appreciated!)

You didn't believe in happy endings, but you used to.

You used to think that fairytales were real and soulmates exist and the world was inherently good. You were one of those annoying happy people who smiled at strangers and genuinely enjoyed smalltalk. That's what got you in this position in the first place though, wasn't it?

That annoying little habit of talking to strangers is what had you striking up conversation with a boy sitting alone at a bar one night. If you could go back, you'd stop yourself. If you could go back, you never would've fallen in love with Min Yoongi to begin with, because there was no way you'd ever fall out of love with him.

"Are you okay? It doesn't sound like you're breathing- are you breathing?"

You weren't.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to relax.

"When you said you needed someone to take to a dinner party, why didn't you tell me he would be here?" You seethed, grabbing onto Taehyung's arm.

He winced, loud falling open in a silent cry of pain. You felt anxiety and adrenaline mix in your bloodstream, caught between fight or flight. You wanted to hide away but couldn't get yourself to move out of sight, wanting to study your ex-boyfriend without you. Yoongi always hated parties like this- you were surprised he was even here. It was even stranger that you couldn't just go up to him like you used to.

Yoongi was hovering by the bar setup, casually reading labels on the bottles, probably in some attempt to distract himself from the chaos around him. He looked good- his hair was longer but every other part of him looked...the same. Like you never even happened. It was strange, you almost wanted him to be a disaster. You wanted him to be a wreck without you, crying and sobbing and throwing a fit. It had been months since the two of you broke up, obviously he moved on- but he didn't even look vaguely affected at all.

He looked happy.

You could almost picture yourself prancing up to him, hooking your arm around him and pulling him into you. You tilted your head, imagining that slow smile he used to give you when you popped into view, the way he used to kiss you slowly and mumble how much he missed you when it had only been a few minutes.

"I didn't know, I'm sorry. Do you want to leave?" Taehyung asked, "He usually never comes to these types of things- I mean well, he did when he was with you but that was different."

You narrowed your eyes, tearing your eyes away from Yoongi towards Tae, "No. This is fine."

Yoongi and you had dated for a little over a year when things fell apart. You couldn't even remember the last conversation the two of you had- when the last time he kissed you was. It must've been casual, quick. Like you thought it would happen a million times again. You didn't think the two of you would break up when it happened.

Taehyung took your arm in his and guided you away gently, treating you like you were a wounded animal. It was understandable- you didn't really ever talk about your breakup. It hurt to talk about, it hurt even just to think about. Taehyung got your mind off of things, floating around the room and keeping your wine glass full. By the time the two of you sat down to eat, you were tipsy and your mind had flown far away from your ex.

"I'm about to eat everything on this table right now- including the flowers," You joked to Taehyung, grinning at nod of agreement.

You were distracted momentarily by the plates of food set up family style covering the length of the table, the room filled with chatter and the sound of clinking dishes. You spooned vegetables onto your plate and pushed some onto Taehyung's, ignoring his grumbles against it.

"You need your vitamins," You quipped, about to nag more when someone said your name. You froze, recognizing the voice and the intonation behind it. You turned, Yoongi's shocked face standing across the table, one hand pulling out his chair. How did this happen? You looked down at the nametag placed where he was about to sit, convinced that this had to be a mistake. There was no way out of everyone at this party, Yoongi was the one who was sitting in front of you.

"Y-Yoongi," You breathed out, his name sounding strange on your tongue. You hadn't let yourself say it in so long that you weren't sure it belonged to you the same way it used to.

How did you go from being his best friend to barely being able to say his name?

"I can sit somewhere else," He said quickly, looking down the table.

"Everyone's already sat down, it's fine- right?" Taehyung cut in, gesturing for Yoongi to sit down.

You wanted to say no- or yes, you weren't really sure. Your brain was too fried at the moment, unable to do anything but stare with wide eyes at Yoongi. He was wearing a shirt you had bought for him, a nice silky white one that looked really good with his skin tone. You hadn't noticed it before since he had on a black suit jacket over it but you noticed it now- why did he still have it?

"Is this okay?" Yoongi asked you directly, raising his eyebrows slightly. 

No- none of this was okay. 

"It's fine," You heard yourself mumble, ducking your head quickly. 

The two of you were silent for the entire dinner, conversations happening around you but never involving either one. You suddenly lost your appetite, shifting food around on your plate anxiously. Your gaze flitted around the room, trying not to look at Yoongi but it didn't matter- when he was in the room, he had your eyes. The rare moments when Yoongi did pass comment on something, you listened attentively, completely hypnotized. You clung to the sound of his voice and the way his eyes zipped between whoever he was talking to and you. The way he looked at you was completely different now. Before, they were warm and calm. Now, he just seemed anxious- did you make him nervous?

"You're not eating," Yoongi noted. 

It took you a beat to realize he was speaking to you but he said it so quietly, there wasn't anyone else he could've been referring to. Taehyung watched the two of you cautiously, ready to speak for you if needed. You straightened your posture, wondering why you were being so timid- so weak. He was being polite and mature, why couldn't you do the same?

Deep down, you knew the answer. It was obvious, wasn't it? 

"I'm not all that hungry," You explained. Your hand searched for your wine glass and you finished it off quickly, pushing your chair back in a fluid motion, "Where's the restroom in this place?"

Taehyung gestured over towards a hallway at the back of the room and you hurried off, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. This was dramatic, why did you have to be so immature? Why did you have to be in love with him still? You stopped just shy of the bathroom, crouching into a small ball against the wall and hiding your head in your arms. You had to get a grip- in a couple of hours, you'd be able to go home and cry and then just forget about this entire thing. 

"Are you okay?" 

You gasped softly, yanking your head up sharply and looking at Yoongi, who was standing in the middle of the hallway with his hands in his pockets and a concerned look on his face. You nodded your head silently, eyes widening as he approached you with the caution one would have when walking towards a wounded wild animal. 

"You don't look okay," He noted. You didn't say anything, just stayed staring up at him and he sighed, leaning against the wall and looking down at you. "Can you just talk to me- please?"

"I'm fine. Besides, I don't know if we should be alone together," You admitted, staring at the ground. 

"I just wanted to hear your voice," He pleaded weakly, "I haven't hear you speak properly all night. I-I just wanted to hear your voice."

You narrowed your eyes, jerking your head back, "What am I supposed to say to you? I don't know how to talk to you. Am I supposed to act like I know nothing about you again, go back to treating you like a stranger? Or am I supposed to talk to you like I used to when you were my boyfriend? Which you haven't been in a long time- you're not my friend, you're not a stranger, you're not my boyfriend."

"How do you think I feel?" He grumbled, sliding down into a seated position next to you.

He was close enough for your shoulders to touch and you couldn't help yourself, gravitating towards him naturally and laying your head on his shoulder. He sighed and you felt his body relax underneath yours, melting around your form. You missed the way he smelled- wishing you could ask him to stay like this forever. 

"You should eat something, you look like you lost weight- I mean, you look good. You look amazing, I'm just saying," he stammered. 

"You're saying I look too skinny?" You joked dryly, glaring at him sarcastically. 

"No- No, you're gorgeous. You know how pretty you are. I didn't mean that, I just worry about you." He blushed.

You lifted your head off of his shoulder and looked at him with more courage than you had had the entire night.

You were trying really hard to keep yourself under control. All you wanted to do was cry and breakdown ask him a million questions. How did he do it? How did he get up in the morning and not think of you? How were you supposed to be okay with not talking to him every day? Did he not remember all the inside jokes the two of you had- the million tiny things that had connected the two of you? Sure, he had severed the relationship between the two of you- completely drawn a line that you couldn't cross again- but he left everything else behind.

You wanted to ask why when he broke up with you, why he didn't take all of the good parts with him? Why did he leave all the memories and the sweet moments and all the things that made you cry yourself to sleep at night?

"You worry about me, huh?" You asked with a wry smile.

"All the time. D-Do you ever think about us?" He asked softly.

Suddenly- he looked completely different. The confident, unaffected version he had been presenting all night had chipped away. Now, he looked nervous, on edge. You were in closer proximity to him now than you had been all night and without the chaos of a party or the distraction of alcohol- you noticed how tired he looked. His eyes were bleary and his hands were shaky. He looked thinner- he had always been thin but this was different.

You didn't doubt that he looked like you  at the moment, broken and unhappy.

"Sorry, I guess that question is out of line." He apologized earnestly, "I just-"

"All the time," You admitted, "Constantly. I- I'm sorry. For all of it, I'm sorry. If I could take it allback, I would."

"You didn't do anything you have to apologize for," He frowned, shaking his head.  "Unlike me."

You sighed, interlacing your fingers in his. His hand felt nice in your hand- it felt right.

"I think about you all the time. I miss you, all the time," Yoongi said quietly, "I've been so angry at myself since...since I ruined us. All I think about is how much I want to be yours again and then I remember that I lost that right when I broke up with you."

You cringed, hating hearing the reality that Min Yoongi did indeed dump you. But you had been conducting an autopsy on the remains of your relationship for months- ruminating over every argument and every mistake the two of you had made. You understood it, processed it. You weren't angry, just sad because you loved him.

You loved him so much it hurt.

"You didn't ruin us," You said softly, turning your head towards him.

Your face was so close to his you could feel his soft breathing, warm brown eyes staring into yours imploringly, as if he was trying to sus out whether you truly did forgive him or not. You couldn't think of anything to convince him you knew how he felt and that you felt the same way. He had always been better with his words than you were.

So instead, you kissed him. Put your lips on his and hoped he would get the message anyway. The kiss was soft and tame, nothing like the way you used to kiss him- but this was different. This was saying hello, opening the door to the possibility of him being yours again- at least that's what you wanted.

He melted against you, kissing you back politely at first but desperation took over, his hand that wasn't clasped in yours swiping against your cheek and into your hair in one fluid motion. He held you there like you'd slip away if he didn't, letting out a sound that almost sounded like a whimper if you didn't know any better.

You kissed him until you ran out of air, leaning your forehead against his to catch your breath.

"I'll apologize a million times until you believe me," He urged, "Just let me stay by your side until then- please?"

"Okay," You nodded, giving him a watery smile before kissing him again.

You were starting to believe in happy endings again.

masterlist.

[pennyluna]

Since request are OPPENNN!! 🥺A Yoongi studio soft smut. Him being obsessed with your boobs. And makes you come by just finger fucking you??😩

Yes I love it

Devour You - myg

Genre: Fluffy asf, Smut, the slightest amount of angst

Warnings: Soft Yoongi, Praise kink, Multiple orgasms, Yoongi is definitely a boob guy, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving) unprotected sex (bad), fluffy ass sex that's a lil rough,

Word count: 2.3K

Note: it's really fluffy bc Yoongi makes me SOFT, so I hope that's okay :)

“Oh,” Your voice was soft as you spoke, trying not to sound disappointed as Yoongi cancelled plans on you yet again. Your phone was held to your ear as your boyfriend sighed on the line.

“Baby, I know it sucks, but they really need me in the studio tonight. The deadline for the album is coming up and Namjoon is flooded-“

“It’s okay, Yoongs. I know how stressful this comeback has been on all of you. I’ll just see you when you get home,” The guys had been working non-stop for weeks, with the comeback not far away and everything really being rushed along, they needed all hands on deck. You didn’t blame Yoongi, of course, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck you barely get to see your boyfriend.

“You know I love you, right?” You could tell from his voice that he was smiling. Tired, and in dire need of some rest and an actual meal that didn’t come from a vending machine; but smiling.

Your face cracked into a small smile as you looked down, still not quite used to Yoongi being so outwardly affectionate. Sure, you’d been with him for almost 3 years, but he’d never been one to talk about his feelings, or act loving or affectionate, especially around other people.

Even around the guys, Yoongi wouldn’t tell you he loved you or kiss you goodbye. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, or that he wasn’t absolutely obsessed with the way your lips felt against his; he was just incredibly anxious. All the time.

He loved you, and everyone knew that. The guys knew all about you, and you’d spent a lot of time with all of them. But Yoongi still gets anxious to be too close to you around them. He shared every aspect of his life with the guys. He’s lived with them and worked with them for almost his entire adult life. They know everything about him, and he knows everything about them.

But you were his, and his alone.

The thing’s you did, how you showed affection to one another, the words you shared were private, and were thing’s he wanted to keep private.

They all knew he loved you; they just didn’t need to know how he loved you.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too,” You sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before he let out another sigh.

“I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you when I get home, love,”  You furrowed your brow, looking over into the kitchen at the food that you’d already began to prepare.

“Yoongs, really quick, do you think it would be okay if I dropped you off some food? I won’t stay for long, just to drop it off and leave, I just know you haven’t had any real food in a while and could probably do with some actual food,” You almost held your breath as you waited for his answer, desperately wanting him to accept so you could see him for longer than the two minutes you usually had a day from when he’d slip into your bed late at night, hours after you’d gone to bed, just to pull you so tightly into his body you had no hopes of staying awake long enough to have an actual conversation with him.

You know, even if this was only an additional two minutes, at least you’d both be conscious.

“Oh you really are heaven sent. You sure? You really don’t have to do all that for me, baby,” You shook your head, as if he could see you protesting before he could finish speaking.

“It’s nothing, I’ve already started cooking, and It’d make me feel better knowing you had a full meal. Should I make extra for the guys? When’s the last time they had real food?” He chuckled at your concerned tone, finding your worry adorable.

“If you have the time and ingredients already, don’t go out of your way, they’ll be fine without, but I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few hours with enough to feed a small village. So, Jungkook and 3 other lucky members.”

“Or the entire building minus Jungkook,” You both let out a small laugh, before he tells you he’ll let the guys know, and you both get to work on your own respective projects.

Three minutes after you hung up the phone you had a text from Taehyung praising you highly and asking for you to bring extra kimchi for late night snacks.

It took a lot less time then you had anticipated to get all of it made, and soon enough you were on the way to the studio.

Luckily, most of the guys were recording in one room, so you could drop most of it off with them before making your way back to Genius Studio, where Yoongi had left the door ajar specifically for you, knowing you would be showing up any minute now.

Yoongi was so entranced in his work that he hadn’t noticed you walk into the room. You closed the door behind you before you turned back around, walking to the opposite side of the room to put the bag of food down on the small coffee table. When you turned back to look at Yoongi, he was already looking at you, large smile on his face as he pulled his headphones off and placed them on his desk.

“Sorry, you looked like you were in the zone, I didn’t want to pull you away from anything,” He shook his head as he stood and walked toward you, making his way across the small studio where his arms absentmindedly slid around your waist, pulling you into him softly as his lips found your forehead.

“Don’t apologize, it’s always easier to work after I’ve spent some time with you,” His voice was soft and muffled as you felt his lips move against your forehead as he spoke, not really wanting to be any further away from you than he was right then. “How much did you manage to save me from the hoards?” You smiled lightly as you pulled away from him, gesturing to the very full tote bag you had packed especially for him, making sure he would get all his favorites.

“I managed to save you a bit, but I had to wrestle for it,” You joked, earning a low chuckle from Yoongi as he moved to look in the bag. “But I don’t want to keep you any longer, so I’m going to go ahead-“

“Nope,” You had only managed to take two steps back when Yoongi’s arms were back around you, pulling you back over to him even though he definitely needed to get back to work. “You just got here, you should stay and eat with me,” As Yoongi spoke, his eyes seemed to get lost as his hands also began to roam.

He just meant to look at your lips, painted deliciously with his favorite gloss. But with his body pressed so tightly against yours, your cleavage had been pushed up even further than it was before. One hand stayed wrapped around your waist, his grip continuing to tighten around you as his other hand moved down your side and over the curve of your hip.

Your breath hitched as you noticed where his gaze had landed, your low-cut top obviously working to your advantage as his hand slowly and softly moved over the curve of your ass, his eyes rolling back into his head as he leaned his forehead against yours before he moved closer to your ear.

“I mean, you should at least stay until I eat you,” As soon as the words left his lips, his mouth was on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could find visible skin as he moved one of his hands up to your chest, kneading at your soft breast as he moved you back toward the sofa.

He laid you down gently, kissing you hungrily as he crawled on top of you, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist as yours tangled in his soft hair. His hands were quickly pulling your shirt above your head, his hands cupping your breasts through your lacy black bra as his mouth came back down to your chest, nuzzling his face in between your tits.

Your bra was soon discarded and your nipple in his mouth as his hand ventured between your thighs, rubbing you through your jeans. “Fuck, I’ve missed these,” his voice was low as you helped him out of his shirt, revealing his toned arms and abs he always insisted on hiding behind baggy dark clothing.

“Mph – Yoongi!” A muffled moan escaped you as his hand slid into your panties without warning, his fingers splitting your lips apart, coating himself in your sticky fluids.

“Mm, good, baby, let me hear you,” One great thing about Yoongi’s studio you’ve taken advantage of on many occasions before – It’s damn near completely soundproof – and if there’s something Yoongi loves more than your tits, it’s the noises you make when he’s ramming in between them. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand carefully pulls your jeans off, his lips leaving wet kisses and red marks from where he couldn’t stop himself from biting into your soft skin. “So wet for me already, hm? So good for me,”

Your knees are on either side of his chest as his forehead rests on your sternum, his free hand gently caressing your outer thigh as your hands scratched at his shoulders, soft moans falling from your lips. His middle finger moved down, collecting your slick before he pushed a nimble finger into you, pumping you slowly as his thumb rubbed against your sensitive nub.

“Fuck,” It came out as more a whimper than a moan as you brought one of your hands up to your mouth as the other grips onto him, feeling your climax already swiftly approaching, and he’d barely touched you.

“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” He moved back up, his face above yours as his fingers kept up the same pace, his middle finger curling up into your g-spot at a toe curling angle as he brought his eyes to yours. He tried not to let his amused expression show as you let out another moan at how much one of his fingers was seemingly stretching you out. “So tight and needy, fuck baby, I don’t know if you’re even going to be able to take me,”

You moaned into his mouth, Yoongi unable to stop himself from kissing your messy lips any longer. He pushed another finger into your core, moving in and out of you roughly as his palm rubbed against your clit, lewd squelching sounds filling the room as he pinned one of your arms beside your head. A throaty groan left his lips as he rutted up against you, desperately needing friction in his jeans that were suddenly far too tight for him.

“M'gonna cu-fuck, Yoongi!” Your orgasm swept over you hard, leaving you lightheaded and spinning in the clouds for far longer than your normal orgasms would’ve. By the time your back down to earth, Yoongi’s head it between your legs, tongue giving your sensitive bundle of nerves swift skilled licks that almost immediately had you back in the clouds. “Shit, baby-“

“Taste so good, Y/n,” he moaned into your core, humming against you as he moved back against you. His jeans are around his ankles as one of his hands strokes himself, his other grips onto your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His tongue travels down, darting into your core as he nuzzles his nose into your clit.

The buildup to your second orgasm doesn’t take near as long, Yoongi not having let up the entire time he’s had you pinned to his couch. Your fingers pull roughly at his hair as your orgasm washes over you yet again, your thighs twitch around him, clenching around his head as he wrapped his arms around them, gripping them tightly before he moves back up your spent body.

His tip rubs against your folds, your cum dripping everywhere making it easy to slide up and down, taking turns teasing your entrance and your clit. “Fuck, baby,” Yoongi’s face is in your neck, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin. One of his hands massaged your breast as the other hooked itself under you knee. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved back up to your lips, hungrily devouring you as he stopped himself from slamming roughly into you.

“You’re fucking perfect, love,” Yoongi whispers softly as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you out perfectly. His other arm hooked under your other knee, giving him the perfect angle to fuck into you once you’d adjusted to his size. “Can’t fucking believe you’re mine,” he pulled out and thrust back in, starting slowly as his eyes refused to leave yours.

“I love you,” you moaned, one of your hands holding his cheek as his forehead rested on yours as he picked up his speed, making sure his tip hits your g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you, Y/n” he let his eyes roll into his head, moving faster and pulling your legs up higher. Your combined moans slowly began to fill the room, the couch was moving with the power of his thrusts.

He manages to pull one more sheet-gripping orgasm out of you before he finished inside you, his head completely void of anything that wasn’t you as he collapsed on top of you, rubbing up and down your body soothingly as you wrapped around him.

You were both practically asleep when Yoongi let out a loud deliberate groan, pushing his upper half off of you, looking down at you lovingly as he sweetly smooths your hair down. You smile softly at him and he returns the sentiment, leaning down and kissing you softly.

“You hungry?” He smiles. “It’s probably a little cold but I’d love for you to join me for dinner,” You chuckled lightly before nodding.

“I’d love to.”  

[pennyluna]

souvenir

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?

alternatively, yoongi thinks you hate him because you don’t coddle him after a fight.

[ So Much Pining but they’re already in a relationship lol, some angst from a lil fight, yoongi likes being chased but u don’t indulge him this time, 10/10 wholesome ]

notes: a little something as i come back to writing <3 this is a new fic universe altogether and may be a slice of life series :O

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)

Yoongi relishes in being difficult.

He’s difficult in the way that he’s stubborn for whatever it is, no matter how low he could stoop. It’s definitely a working progress, but your husband just still hasn’t shaken the urge to always have the last say.

It wasn’t a deep control thing, honestly — Yoongi just really loves pushing your buttons. 

If Yoongi could find a route to piss you off, he’d take a million little detours in the process just for you to take the cake by the end of it. When you present to him a simple yes or no question, he’d find a way to shift the topic altogether for your conversation to go absolutely nowhere.

He’s annoying, there’s really no doubt about it. It was a learning curve at first because seeing your then-boyfriend (now your husband) become snarky at you for surprisingly no reason at all wasn’t exactly the best feeling. All it took was a simple call to Jin, Yoongi’s closest friend, to make you realize that he was just being playful. Your husband being a brat to you, simply put into words, is his love language.

It’s the tiny accumulative moments where he purposely irritates you that in hindsight, it’s become oddly endearing. 

When you pick where to order take-out because Yoongi keeps saying whatever, he whines to no end once the food arrives because apparently, it’s not what he had in mind. You used to be so pissed about it that you’ll order what he wants, but nowadays, you just tell him to suck it up and put more food on his plate.

When you do all the laundry in one go (no, the colors don’t bleed together) and Yoongi insists that you do separate batches for each color that he could enumerate, you would try and appease him by pretending to separate each one. Now, all that Yoongi gets is a high-pitched sarcastic compliment for knowing all his colors.

Whatever Yoongi purposely gave you to incite a reaction, it all melted into your understanding that this was just him. You’re no longer affected by the tiny little things because weirdly enough, they no longer serve its purpose of annoying you. 

It’s just like taking care of Ginger, the spoiled little family cat you grew to take care of back in your childhood home. When she was still a kitten, she’d purposely go up your shelves, look at you in the eye before dropping an item, and you’re leaping after the orange devil to reprimand her. When she became an adult, she still had the same annoying tendencies, and yet you evolved enough not to even bat an eye when she does it now.

Yoongi being annoying to you now isn’t the same thing of him being annoying to you back then. What you used to hate, you now tolerate. What used to piss you off, now makes you endeared. When your husband pushes your buttons now, you’re reminded of how much more mischievous he used to be and the memories that came with it.

This is now your peak — there’s really nothing Yoongi could do that make you fazed anymore.

In a great bout of karma, this is Yoongi’s trough. 

You barely give him an adverse reaction nowadays and that scares him right to his core because you used to be so enthusiastic over him. There’d be days where he picks fights intentionally and you’d spend the whole night trying to make it up to him, even if he necessarily wasn’t in the right.

Yoongi thinks that he’s witnessing himself being old news right in front of you and it scares him. 

You’re more well-versed when it comes to this. You’re the more attentive, more vocal lover between the two of you. You’re the one who can read minds and interpret actions. You’re the one who tends to be more confrontational and he’s the passive one. You’re the one who makes sure that a night wouldn’t pass without the two of you making up.

Yoongi, who thought this was the best thing he’s ever thought of until twenty minutes ago, decides to rekindle your romance by picking a fight with you.

Twenty minutes later, he’s never regretted a decision more in his life.

“I’m going out.” 

He announces as the last resort, head pounding because the fight became bigger than necessary. It’s 9 in the evening and he isn’t even dressed to be going out, his matching pajamas with you too soft and too worn to be even seen wearing while driving in the comfort of his own car.

Yoongi feels tears pricking in his eyes because clearly you laid onto him just as much as he made digs at you tonight, but what’s even more hurtful is that looking at you now, you don’t even look as startled as he is.

Maybe it’s just his mind. His silly, smooth, little mind that thinks the fight was bigger than it actually was. It was just a tiny argument about him baselessly accusing you of not putting in any effort that went off-topic for a brief second. In reality, it really was just a casual fight that most married couples have on a rare weekend but to Yoongi, it was explosive.

It was far more hurtful than he anticipated because in his eyes now, you don’t love him that much anymore.

“Okay. Go ahead,” you mumble for him to hear, putting away leftovers like any other night. You meticulously wrap the plates with cling wrap, your back turned to him when you mutter. “I hope the door hits your ass on the way out.”

“O-oh?” Yoongi backtracks when he hears your go-ahead, literally shell-shocked to see that you’re not stopping him. He wipes away his tears before you turn your neutral gaze back to him, swallowing the lump on his throat. “I’m going now. To get some air.”

“Okay, Yoongi.”

He’s done this before. There’s been fights where you tell him not to walk out on you and he complies. There’s also been fights where he walks out anyways, but you’d always tell him I love you and not to stay out too late.

He’s attempting the second option because clearly, you’re not pleading for him to talk this out and later on could the two of you get some air together.

“I’m really, really going now.”

He looks at you with shaky eyes, clearly pleading for you to indulge him by making him stay. 

You see right through him. You see right through your husband and in any other day would you just laugh this off, but tonight isn’t working for you. You were tired from work, Yoongi picked a fight with you for no reason, and you neither have the energy to tolerate nor chase him.

Every now and then, you should stop coddling Yoongi and give him exactly what he claims to want.

“Okay. Bye.”

You leave no room for any more replies, sauntering over the stairs without looking back.

Yoongi doesn’t want to look like a coward for not following through what he said so he audibly opens the door with the creak being heard all the way up the stairs. He’s not even a fourth out of the door but his bottom lip already blubbers, legs trembling from another type of chill that his pajamas can’t protect him from.

Shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?

( ♡ )

It’s 9:30 on a Saturday, Yoongi’s at a friend’s club wearing his sleeping pajamas on, drinking Pocari Sweat because crying on the way here really dehydrated him.

Yoongi is not doing well.

Jin’s originally here to survey his club at a peak night, but that plan went downhill as soon as Yoongi spotted him and immediately clung to his back asking for electrolyte water.

“Call Y/N using my phone.”

Yoongi mumbles when the two of them are settled at a secluded booth, all the noise being significantly decreased but not enough for it to be unrecognizable that he’s at a club through a phone call.

“And why exactly would I do that?” Jin snorts, already having an inkling to know where this is going from having a quick run-down from your husband himself.

He’s just about to lecture him with the words he’s always been wanting to say; something along the words that Yoongi’s bratty tendencies were eventually gonna bite him in the ass hard.

Seokjin doesn’t get to do that though because a phone is thrust to his face that it almost punches him, making him faux spit into nothing and wave off his bodyguards standing at a distance from him.

“Quick. She’s probably worried sick about me!” Yoongi convinces Jin, or atleast tries to because he’s the one that needs it. You’re probably wondering where he is, right? There may be no texts in his inbox, but who’s to say that you’re telepathically texting him to ask what time he’s coming home… right?

“No she’s not,” he sing-songs. He plans to annoy his friend for about 98% the time he’s going to be here (he’s gonna send him home to you anyway before 10:30) and the other 2% for semi-sincere consoling.

Then an idea pops into Jin’s head.

“What should I say?” he suddenly and eagerly takes up Yoongi on his request, not waiting for an answer before the perfect scenario pops in his head. “Ah wait, let me be in charge of that.”

Jin’s already pressing to call you much faster to Yoongi’s expectations because he really thought that it would take more amounts of convincing to do this. The phone’s put on speaker and as soon as it rings, Yoongi feels the urge to duck. He’s steadily about to snatch his phone back but you answer your phone even faster than he could do that.

“Hi Y/N!” Seokjin beams and it makes you smile from the other end, a clue already being filled in your head where exactly your husband went to. “Whatcha doing?” 

Jin makes conversation with you on Yoongi’s phone, sleazily smiling as he takes it off of speaker as soon as his friend hears your voice. Yoongi clearly takes an outrage with that but he contains it when Jin fully extends his arm out, holding him back by the face.

“Ugh, did you make popcorn? No way, not one burnt kernel? I knew it-!” Jin yelps when Yoongi bites his palm, quickly standing up from his seat in the booth so Yoongi couldn’t catch up with him. “I told you- I told you that brand’s way better!” 

“She’s not asking why you’re using my phone?” Yoongi whisper-yells as he circles around Seokjin, hands anxiously attempting to grab his phone back. “She’s not asking about me?”

Jin hears him loud and clear but he pretends not to, only sparing a glance. “Did you use the microwave preset? Personally I recommend only popping it in for two minutes and fifteen seconds because- motherfucker!”

Yoongi pinches him by the nape quite harshly like how you’d do with a kitten and it makes Jin freeze for a brief second, stealing his phone back with the call on-going.

“Y/N!” he almost yells to the phone, the momentary silence making it sink to him that he’s finally talking to you after so long. 

Read: it has only been forty minutes.

“What?” you groan into the phone, pushing your voice to be further disinterested. You’re no longer mad at him anymore — you’re just having some bit of fun at this point.

“I-I...” the words dissolve quickly on his tongue, the taste being bitter once again even when he was certain that the Pocari washed it out earlier. Yoongi says the next best thing he could that first pops up into his head, the random blurting of words being amusing even for Jin’s bodyguards.

“I uhm, I have a splinter.”

“Then take it out.”

“It hurts,” he whines at another attempt, screwing his eyes shut at the secondhand embarrassment because from the corner of his eye, one of the three bodyguards is actually clutching at his stomach from laughing. 

“Have Jin do it for you then.”

“Jin and I are in the club, by the way!” he reminds you, perking up slightly now that you indirectly acknowledged where he is and who he’s with.

“Mhmm.”

Just one last pathetic attempt of skirting around and if it doesn’t work, Yoongi will immediately come home to you.

“Is the popcorn good?” 

Read: it doesn’t work.

Jin steals his phone back before he could even hear your response to his dumb-witted question, getting a painful run-down from his friend instead. “You’re painful to watch, y’know that?”

He sighs disappointedly at Yoongi, rolling his eyes before pressing the phone to his ear. “So? What’s it taste like? It’s not really oily, I told you already. The cheese doesn’t smell obnoxious either. Because actually — exactly! It doesn’t stain your fingers!”

Yoongi… will lose it. But before he loses it completely, he gathers all his remaining sanity to continue your tradition while Jin keeps you preoccupied. He spots two things quickly and puts it into his arms with no semblance of shame, even if Jin’s bodyguards saw him technically shoplifting. Yoongi thinks it doesn’t count as such because Jin already knows about the tradition between the two of you, and as predicted, his friend just waves him off in acknowledgement.

It’s a tiny tradition.

Whenever one of you goes somewhere without the other, it’s a rule to bring back a souvenir. There’s no specifications to it, just whatever item you could bring back as proof that you thought about the other while you were out.

Some of the souvenirs you brought home to Yoongi: a pretty rock, a duvet cover, a liter of hand sanitizer, a designer card wallet, and a scrunchie with his name embroidered on it.

Some of the souvenirs Yoongi brought home to you: a fancy teaspoon, a hotel pillow, ten perfume testers at the same time, a remote holder, and a teddy bear with his voice as its squeezable heart.

Yoongi thinks that he doesn’t have shoplifting tendencies but in hindsight of some of the souvenirs he’s gotten you, there may be a pattern to it.

“You brought home... a shot glass.”

You look at the tiny glass, the remnants of electrolyte water still swishing around it.

“Wrong,” he sternly replies, bringing an item from behind his back that couldn’t be anymore obvious even if he tried. “I brought home a shot glass and a tiny potted plant.”

“Since when did bars have potted plants?” you mutter in disbelief, taking the miniature bonsai from him and looking at it in wonder.

“Since tonight! Jin’s, I don’t know, entrepreneurial like that. I wanted to show it to you so I brought it home.”

Your husband says it’s like the most obvious thing to do; his desire for you to know that he indeed thought about you while he was gone manifesting into bringing home one shot glass, and one tiny bonsai to prove it.

“You stole it, Yoongs.”

The amusement lilts in your voice and Yoongi catches on to it, but he just can’t seem to let it go, a little upset that you’re focused on him “stealing” it instead of the fact that he’d go through whatever lengths for you.

“Again, I brought it home because I wanted you to see it!”

“You could’ve just sent me a picture,” you giggle, setting down the pot on your side table. You peel back the covers you momentarily left, patting the spot beside you and Yoongi clearly could not have went to bed any more eager than this.

“How was I supposed to know?” he mumbles in defeat, a frown on his face. “You probably would’ve iced me out.”

“You didn’t even ask me what time I’d get home.” 

Yoongi sighs and even if the moment’s already been significantly lightened with the souvenirs, it brings you a greater relief now that your husband’s choosing to say what’s exactly bothering him instead of pissing you off.

“You didn’t even chase me through the door! I didn’t even want to go!” he’s almost one step into a tantrum and you have to hold him by the arm to not get too carried away by reminiscing, rolling your eyes when you hold him closer.

“You went out because you thought I’d chase you.”

“Exactly,” he affirms, albeit a little upset now that he’s confirmed you knew all along. “Can’t you just chase after me?” Yoongi asks innocently, soft eyes staring you down.

The moment’s too tender that it makes your shoulders hunch, hand automatically moving to the side of his face to guide him into nuzzling into the crook of your neck — a move he looks forward to especially after tonight.

“I’m not always gonna chase after you, Yoongi,” you confide, lips brushing on his temple. “You’re just so damn stubborn sometimes. Like, makes-my-jaw-clench type of stubborn.”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi sincerely apologizes, his face still buried to your neck with his arms clinging around your middle. “I guess I’m just so used to you making amends with me that it makes me act out on purpose.”

Yoongi faults himself at the end of the night this time, without your prompting, and you can’t deny that it makes your heart full.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

He lifts his head up to look at you directly, lips puffed into a pout with his eyes in slow blinks. “Yoongi’s very sorry.”

Maybe you spoke too soon. Maybe Yoongi’s just always gonna be slightly annoying.

“Did you just talk about yourself in third-person?” you mumble, eyes suddenly snapping open when it sinks into you.

“Isn’t it cuter that way? Is it working?” your husband heartily laughs, stretching his arms out to put around you and invade your personal space even more. “Why, do you feel it working?”

“I don’t know what to feel about it, that’s for sure,” you chuckle, the atmosphere completely lightened at this point.

“I promise I’ll try not to be difficult anymore. Won’t piss you off either.”

“That doesn’t happen overnight, Yoonie.” 

Yoongi’s just… mischievous. His love language was to pull stuff with you and although it keeps you on your toes more often than necessary, you wouldn’t be tired of him.

“Tell you what, promise me this instead,” you turn right when Yoongi was about to do it himself so he could bury his face to the crook of your neck again, blinking owlishly to listen at what you have to say.

“Try to chase after me too. Let me be the difficult one sometimes.” 

Yoongi smiles, the switch being more than intriguing. “M’kay. That’s not as hard to promise doing.”

The concept of it makes him happy too much that it lingers there, reverting back to calling you his term of endearment for you and that’s when you know that there’s nothing left unresolved between the two of you now.

“I like that, bear. You should try picking fights with me too. It’s fun sometimes, trust me!”

“I can tell,” you hum, blindly reaching out your arm to turn off the nightlight at your side.

“Yoongi likes that.”

“Stop talking about yourself in third person.”

“I think it’s already growing on me,” Yoongi admits, tilting his head and knowing for a fact that it would take more than fifteen minutes to sleep tonight while in thought.

“Is it gonna stick?” 

The groan leaves you automatically and by the lack of response, you already know your answer.

“Bear,” you hum. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna pick a fight with you tomorrow, alright?”

“M’kay! Remind me tomorrow what time you’re gonna start pissing me off, yeah?” he grins from ear to ear, not requiring a nightlight to see that your husband looks at you so fondly.

“Good night, baby,” Yoongi finally bids you, pressing a tender kiss right to your lips before tucking you with the comforter exactly how you liked it. “Loving you is my favorite part of the chase.”