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Taking a small break from cleaning up my works in progress to bring you this one that I thought of just this morning!

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Single Dad Jungkook x Roommate Yoongi x Neighbor Reader

Summary: Your new neighbor Jungkook is cute, friendly, and a welcomed addition to your otherwise boring life. His one year old daughter Indigo is all of those times two. Their roommate Yoongi on the other hand…He smells too strongly of mint and bad decisions and he seems determined to bring you down with him and you realize that maybe you’d be more than willing to let him…if it isn’t too late.

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Yoongi x Female Reader. Arranged Marriage AU.

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, slight mention of bullying and abusive relationships

Word Count: 2,306

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Yoongi was in kindergarten the first time he saw you. One of the bullies was making fun of you for having a Barbie lunch box. They took it and threw it down into the mud while laughing and pointing. He saw your lip begin to shake and it broke his heart. He knew what it felt like to feel alone and hurt. He walked up shoving the biggest of the bullies to the ground knowing he would probably get suspended for fighting, but he didn’t care. Silently he picked up the bag and took it to the bathroom where he washed off the mud the best he could. You thanked him with a shy smile and gave him your last sticker before you went on your way. He stared down at the glittery star and he didn’t know it yet, but that was the beginning of his crush on you.

In the sixth grade he went to every one of your basketball games. Your team was named The Shooting Stars, fitting he thought. His friends would tease him about why he wanted to waste his time watching girls play. He would laugh it off and say that he had to be there for volunteer hours or something. His friends weren’t really quite bright enough to question it so they let it go. Secretly he watched you with admiration and cheered every time you scored a basket. After every game he would be waiting by the exit where he would hand you a bottle of water and congratulate you either for the win or for trying your hardest if you lost. You would always get giggly and blush even harder making his stomach fill with butterflies.

In high school he tried to ask you to the senior dance, A Night Under The Stars. He bought the biggest bouquet of roses he could find and wrote a cute little note sticking both of them in your locker. He stood just a few feet away pretending to be busy rearranging his own locker. You pulled the roses out with wide eyes shocked at how beautiful they were. Yoongi was shaking with nerves as he peaked over seeing that you were reading the note.

“Ooohhhh who are those from?”, your best friend asked.

“I don’t know.”, you shrugged, “Theres no name.”

Yoongi felt like he was going to throw up. In his nervousness he forgot to sign his own name. A dumb mistake.

You never did figure out that it was him that placed the roses in your locker. He went to the dance with some girl he can’t even remember because he spent the whole night staring at you.

After high school the two of you went your separate ways. You went to college. He heard from a friend of a friend that you majored in early childhood education and were now a preschool teacher at Little Stars Academy. That suited you.

Yoongi on the other hand was put through the wringer. His parents worked hard to turn him into a successful and feared businessman so that he would be primed and ready to take over the the family company one day.

He didn’t know if it was the cutthroat business world or the fact that he realized he was nothing more than a pawn to his parents, but over time he became cold, hardened, and distant. He didn’t have much of a care for anyone in the world other than himself. He lived and breathed for business and making money. That was it.

Then on his 30th birthday his parents invited him over for a dinner. A small part of him got excited that maybe they actually did care about him as a son and not just an heir that they needed. But instead of balloons or a cake or even simply a card, he was handed a contract by his parent’s lawyer. Yoongi was required to be married by the end of the year or he would forfeit over all of his rights to the company and they would pass it on to his oldest cousin. They were kind enough to include a clause in that contract that he could either find his own bride or marry the woman they had picked, Kim Aera. Yoongi’s head started pounding at the thought of being married to her. She was loud, obnoxious, and pretentious. He would rather be married to a grizzly bear than her.

So after a couple of months and with much pestering from his parents without really thinking he threw out your name. It was the only one he could think of.

To his surprise his parents were okay with it. Of course they only saw the headlines though, “CEO Marries Sweet Preschool Teacher.” It would make people fall in love with him and that meant more money. An even bigger surprise was that you also agreed to it. The two of you hadn’t spoken since high school so he fully expected you to not even remember him.

He had heard from his friend of a friend that you were in a tough spot. Your mom passed away shortly after you graduated. Your dad became an alcoholic and you went no contact. You were struggling financially and stuck in an unhealthy border line abusive relationship. So when Yoongi offered you an out you took it.

Things moved pretty quickly after that. The two of you met for dinner quite often and then to go over things for the wedding a few more times after that. You wanted the colors to be navy and white with hints of gold. It reminded him of the stars in the night sky. Yoongi liked that. You wanted the cake to be a lemon cake with a raspberry filling. Yoongi hated raspberries, but he agreed because the way your face lit up when you tasted the sample made his heart race. You wanted no alcohol thanks to the bad memories it gave you about your father. Yoongi thought that a wedding without alcohol was blasphemy, but agreed and even stood firm when his parents tried to argue. He wanted to be your safe space and your comfort and he was going to make sure that happened.

As the months went on and he spent more and more time with you he could feel his cold heart starting to warm. The two of you would often sit outside on the balcony of his penthouse late at night staring at the sky.

“If you were to wish upon a star right now what would you ask for?”, you would question him.

He would look at you with a raised eyebrow, “I thought that the wish wouldn’t come true if you told someone?”

“That’s for birthday candles. Stars are different.”, you would laugh.

Yoongi would reach for your hand and smile, “I would rather not risk it.”

After you came back into his life he smiled and laughed more. Greeted his employees good morning much to their confusion. He didn’t drown himself in work because he actually looked forward to going home to you and hearing about your day. In a few short weeks he would be getting married, something he never imagined doing. For the first time in a while he was genuinely happy.

But things started taking a turn. He had to work up until the day before the wedding. His company had lost a major bidding war to buy a smaller lesser known although important company. It was not only a financial loss, but also an embarrassment. His parents were livid and taking it all out on him calling him stupid and useless and wishing they had a son to be proud of. On top of that the venue called wanting to know where to store the fifty cases of whiskey and wine his parents had ordered behind his back. The florist called and said there was a shortage on hydrangeas so all of the arrangements would need to be redone and they weren’t sure if they could do it on time. And to top it all off the baker called and cancelled last minute and no matter how many bakeries he called he couldn’t find one able to make the lemon cake with raspberry filling in time for the wedding.

When he finally he got home he was frustrated and angry and hurt. You came to greet him with a nice warm cup of coffee like you usually did, but this time your foot got caught under the rug sending you flying forward. The dark brown liquid spilling all over his favorite suit. That was enough to push him overboard. The old cold, hard Yoongi had returned and he didn’t care who his words hurt. It was like his brain blacked out for a moment.

“Cant you do anything right?!”, he spat, “You are such a waste of space. What benefits do you bring? All you’ve done is mess everything up. I can’t believe that out of all of the people in this world I have to marry someone like you tomorrow.”

Yoongi watched as your lip began to shake just like it did in kindergarten when the bullies threw your lunch box in the mud. Back then he was your rescuer, but right now he was no better than the people that hurt you.

“Y/N…I.”, he tried after realizing what he had said, but you pushed past him and into the bathroom locking the door behind you.

After a sleepless night of tossing and turning he entered the venue fully expecting ti find out that the wedding had been called off. But to his surprise you were there in the back room getting ready. He tried to apologize then, but was whisked away to get his own hair and makeup done loosing the chance.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The vows were said, a kiss was shared. The entire wedding party took photos and then it was time for the reception. That’s when Yoongi noticed things felt off. You were distant. You stood off to the side trying to keep space between the two of you. Rarely did he ever see you smile or laugh. It killed him inside to know he was the cause of that, but he couldn’t blame you. He was a heartless jerk and said hurtful things to the one person he cared about.

As the night was winding down he saw you head outside to the terrace area and he took his chance to finally get a few minutes alone with you. He found you leaning against the ledge staring down at the city below. You looked gorgeous standing beneath the stars of the night sky.

“If you could wish upon a star right now what would you wish for?”, he asked after walking up next to you.

You remained silent. It hurt, but he knew he deserved that.

He continued on anyways, “I would wish that I could go back to that day in high school and actually write my name on that stupid note I put in your locker.”, he chuckled, “Then maybe we would have gone to the dance together. And then we would’ve gone to college together. I would have proposed to you on Christmas morning while sitting next to the tree watching the lights sparkle. We would’ve had a small ceremony, just our friends. Bought a house in the countryside. Got a dog maybe a cat too. Maybe even a couple kids if you wanted. I would make you breakfast in bed and dessert by the lake. I would have taken you on vacations all over showing you the world and showing the world how lucky I was. Then when we were old and gray I would take care of you until our last breath making sure you were warm and comfy. And then in my last days I would wish to do that all over again with you by my side.”

He looked over at you noticing you gently wiping underneath your eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”, he said, “I’m sorry for a lot of things. I’m especially sorry for how I spoke to you last night. That was uncalled for and I didn’t mean any of it. You are perfect in every way and just by being here you light up the world. In a world full of darkness you’ve always been my bright star Y/N.”

Softly you leaned in and rested your head on his shoulder as you stared out at the sky. Yoongi thought he might have a heart attack.

“You know what I would wish for?”, you finally spoke after a while. He hummed to acknowledge that he was intently listening.

“I would wish to go back to high school. To that day I saw you putting the roses and note into my locker. I would wish that I would have had enough courage to go up to you in person instead of pretending I didn’t know where they came from because I was too scared to say anything since you didn’t leave your name for me to be certain. Then maybe we both would have turned out differently.”, you said wrapping your arms around his neck. He moved his own arms around your waist squeezing you tight.

“I really am sorry.”, he whispered in your ear, “I promise I’ll do better from now on.”

In the back of the limo on the way to the hotel Yoongi had you tightly pulled against his side. His right arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both looked out the window watching as the night sky passed by.

“Yoongi look!”, you gasped, “A shooting star. Make a wish!”

He watched as you closed your eyes wishing for whatever it was that your heart desired. He knew he didn’t have to make a wish of his own. He already had everything he could ever want and ever need. But he did it anyways. He closed his eyes and thought of his wish.

“What did you wish for?”, you questioned once you opened your eyes.

“I can’t tell you.”, Yoongi smirked, “If I do it won’t come true and I’m not taking any chances.”

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A rare non Yoongi centered writing (he does make an appearance because I can’t help myself). This is a part 2 to this one I was supposed to write a long time ago and just now got it finished.

Namjoon x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, divorce

Word count: 1,722

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Divorce was never something you had in the plan for your future. Things happen unfortunately and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Of course there were nights that you laid awake in bed reliving your marriage over and over wondering if maybe there was something you could have done differently to stop Namjoon from falling out of love with you. Could you have smiled more? Cooked more meals at home? Been more experimental in the bedroom? Maybe you just should have told him you loved him more often?

Maybe if you had done one of those things or even more then you wouldn’t be alone sitting on the floor of your sons nursery crying as you tried to put together the rocking chair you purchased a week ago. It was supposed to be easy to build, but no matter what you did you just could not get the parts to fit right.

After staring at the directions for a little while longer you decided you needed a break. With a loud groan you slowly got yourself off of the floor and gently patted your bump thankful that the baby would be here in a few weeks. You weren’t sure how you could grow any bigger and still function properly.

You were on your way to pick up dinner when you saw a cute little baby boutique not too far from your place. You might not know much about building furniture but you could definitely pick out some more cute outfits for your little one so you decided to enter the store.

“When were you going to tell him?”, a deep voice spoke next to you. You jumped slightly before realizing that it was Yoongi. You hadn’t seen him since before the divorce.

You continued to browse through the onesies hoping he would just go away, but he was persistent.

“Y/N…”

“Bold of you to assume I’m pregnant with his baby.”, you spat, “Maybe I moved on too. Hmm? Ever think about that?”

He put his hands up in defense, “You’re right. I apologize. But… I also know that you loved Namjoon more than anything and wouldn’t have been able to move on that quickly and with the timing of everything it just seemed right...”

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself you nodded, “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s okay.”, he chuckled, “I seem to be getting my head chewed off by pregnant women all the time these days any ways so I’m used to it.”

You turned to look at him with wide eyes”, Oh my god! You and Sana?!”

He nodded with a big gummy smile, “Yeah a little girl.”

“Aww congratulations!”, you hugged him tightly. You were genuinely happy for the two of them.

“Soooo back to this little situation.”, he said pointing at your bump, “Y/N you really should tell him. He deserves to know.”

You scoffed at his words. You weren’t necessarily mad at Namjoon. You didn’t hate him or anything and didn’t want to spite him. He followed his heart and was open and honest with you and you believed him that he never cheated, but you wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting a little and leave a bitter taste in your mouth some times.

“Why should I tell him? What can he do that I can’t for this baby? I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to get him back or trap him or anything. I think…maybe it’s best if he just never knows.”

Yoongi took in a deep breath, “Look, it’s not my place to tell you how to live your life or get involved. I can only imagine how hurt you are by all of this. But this is more than just about you and Namjoon. There is a little baby coming that deserves to have their father in their life.“

It killed you because you knew Yoongi had a major point with that one. It was something you struggled with since the beginning of this whole ordeal and it often got you worked up.

“But what if…”, you sniffled, “What if I do tell him and he doesn’t care? What if he just gets mad?”

Yoongi grabbed onto your shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, “I highly doubt that will be the case, but you’ll never know until you do it.”

“Okay.”, you smiled. “Oh hey by the way…do you know how to put together a rocking chair?”, you questioned as he was starting to walk away.

“Yeah. I’m going out of town for a little, but I know a guy. I’ll send him over.”, he said with a wink. You should’ve known.

“So much for not getting involved.”, you grumbled to yourself and made a mental note to give Yoongi a piece of your mind next time you saw him.

“So he wasn’t lying.”, was all Namjoon could say as he took in your form. You invited him in to have a seat.

There was a lot of nervous tension in the air between you both. Since your encounter with Yoongi a few days ago you had been working on a way to tell Namjoon everything, you didn’t expect to have to be ready so soon.

“Y/N…I….”, he began slowly. Clearly thinking of the best way to go about this. “I’m sorry.”, he chuckled, “I’ll admit I’m not quite prepared for this conversation. I came over here fully believing Yoongi was just fucking with me. I…when did you find out?”

“A few days after you told me about her.”, you whispered.

You could tell he was getting angry. You watched as he chewed on his inner cheek, a habit of his to try and keep himself calm. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N? Were you just going to hide this from me forever?”, he asked.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want you think that I was only telling you that I was pregnant to try and make you stay with me. I kept saying I would tell you and then one month turned into two. And then I ran into Yoongi. And just I don’t know Joonie. Everything happened so fast and there were so many changes and I didn’t know what to do.” A few sniffles escaped you as you tried your best to stay composed.

“Hey hey hey it’s okay. Please don’t cry. Please.”, he said scooting a little bit closer to you so that he could rub your back, “I’m sorry I got upset. I just…I guess it hurt that even after all of our years together you didn’t think that you could trust me enough to be there for both of you.”

“Namjoon, we’re divorced. You moved on to someone else. How could I be certain that you would be there?”

“I know.”, he nodded, “But Y/N just because I fell in love with someone else doesn’t mean I completely stopped loving you. Yes I love you in a different way now, but you will always be an important part of my life. You and our baby will always have me no matter what else is going on. You never have to worry about that. We’ll figure it out as we go. This chapter of our life is new to both of us.”

For a while you just sat there crying into his shoulder. It was warm and comforting although in a different way than it used to be.

“Is…is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need? I’ll help in any way I can.”, he finally spoke up after it seemed that your cries were dying down.

“Do you want me to make you a chocolate cake with pickle and garlic cream cheese frosting?”, he asked.

“Eww! What?!”

“I…I don’t know. Yoongi said he has to make it for Sana all the time. I thought maybe it was a pregnant woman thing.”, he shrugged.

“No.”, you laughed, “I’m good. Plus I don’t want you anywhere near my kitchen. Your kitchen mishaps are no longer my responsibility.”

Both of you laughed as he nodded his head in agreement.

“Actually…there is one thing.”, you said motioning for him to follow you.

“I’ve been trying all week to put this thing together.”, you said pointing at the half built rocking chair, “Do you think you can finish it for me?”

A few hours and many curse words later the two of you stood back to admire the newly built chair. The pretty pastel blue cushions looked soft and fluffy just like you wanted.

You went to try it out, but Namjoon quickly a stopped you, “I should be the first to try it. You know…just in case.”

You nodded and stepped out of the way realizing he had a point.

He took a seat reveling in the comfiness. It only took a few seconds for there to be a very loud distinct cracking noise and next thing you knew Namjoon was laying on the ground on top of a pile of boards and screws that had been your rocking chair just a few short moments ago. It took all of your strength to stifle a laugh as you watched him stare at the ceiling and rethink everything.

Finally after a few minutes he pulled out his phone.

“Who are you calling?”, you asked confused.

“Yoongi.“

The phone only rang for a couple of seconds like he had been waiting for the call.

“Yep.

Mmhmm.

I sure did.

Yep.

Okay thanks Hyung.”, he said putting his phone back in his pocket, “Yoongi said he’ll be right up.”

You followed Namjoon into the living room, “He said he was going out of town.”

“Nope.”, Namjoon shook his head, “He lied. He’s been waiting down in the car. He knew you would ask me to build the rocking chair and he also knew that even though I would do my best I would end up breaking something so he is on his way up here with his tool box to put it together.”

Laughing as you went to get some drinks you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief. Life may not have turned out exactly how you planned, but you were now looking forward to seeing how it came together in the future.

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Still cleaning up my works in progress. This one is short and sweet and kind of based off of the time my husband drove all over looking for a specific candy for me because I was pregnant and craving it and couldn’t find it anywhere and was upset to say the least and he was the best…

Husband Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,089

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Never in a millions years would Yoongi have ever imagined himself walking around a grocery store at two o’clock in the morning. He was a renowned Grammy nominated recording artist. He was a musical genius that had artists on waitlists just to get the chance to work with him. He was an NBA ambassador and worked closely with luxury brands like Valentino.

But most importantly out of all of those things…he was your husband and…was also weeks away from becoming a first time father to a baby girl. So here he was greeting the lone cashier and grabbing one of the little baskets by the door. He laughed to himself as he grabbed a carton of strawberries. Yoongi knew he was doomed because not only was he whipped for you, this kid wasn’t even born yet and she already had him wrapped around her finger.

He walked through the aisles grabbing what else he needed. He already had the strawberries since they were right by the entrance. He made sure to get the ones that were deep red in color, he knew they would be the sweetest. He got a carton of milk and made sure to get a bag of sugar as well.

On his way to the register a large display of flaming hot pickle flavored potato chips caught his attention. That sounded exactly like something your pregnant self would enjoy so he grumbled something about targeted marketing working like it should, but still grabbed a bag and added it to his basket before he began the checkout process.

Once back at home Yoongi hummed a lullaby as he stood at the stove. He had been making sure to practice because even babies deserved perfect performances.

He cooked down the strawberries with some sugar low and slow until it turned into a nice thick syrup and then he set it aside to cool.

He sliced a couple more of the fresh strawberries choosing from the largest ones.

The first few he tried to make look like little stars, but quickly gave up on that tactic. He was a musician after all and no Gordon Ramsay. Roughly chopped would have to do.

It took a little bit to locate it, but after some digging around in the cabinet he found your favorite glass tumbler. It was covered in various photos of Yoongi performing during his D-Day tour. You had bought it on Etsy and were quite proud of your find. You had all of the official tour merch, but you said you liked supporting small businesses, especially if they were owned and operated by an Army. He appreciated that a lot and secretly went on a little shopping spree himself buying anything that caught his eye.

Once the syrup had cooled he took a little of it on a spoon and drizzled it around the inside of the glass making sure to get a little extra on the bottom. He sprinkled in the fresh strawberries and then poured in some ice cold milk. After giving it a little mix he snapped the top on and added the straw.

He could definitely make it as a barista he thought as he admired his work.

When he got to your bedroom he found you laying on your side. As he got closer he noticed you were still sniffling. His heart shattered. He hated seeing you upset.

“Y/N…jagiya.”, he said gently rubbing your shoulder.

You looked up at him with watery eyes and a red nose. It was a struggle, but you managed to sit up in bed to face him.

“Here is the strawberry milk you wanted.”, he whispered handing you the glass.

Your lips quivered like you were going to start sobbing again and you did. Yoongi placed the glass on the nightstand next to you so he could comfort you.

“Y/N baby what’s wrong? There’s no need to be this upset.”

“I…I thought you left me.”, you cried into his shoulder after he pulled you into a hug.

“Why would you think that?”, he chuckled softly.

“Be-because.”, you hiccuped, “I yelled at you and called you meanie weenie for drinking the last of the strawberry milk.” He did everything he could to stifle a laugh knowing that it would just set you off again. He had learned that lesson already during the Oreo debacle two months ago.

Instead he gently lifted your chin up so that you were looking directly at him, “Y/N, I would never leave you. Especially over something like that. You were craving it so I understand why you got so upset that I had drank it all. I went to the store and got more so it’s all going to be okay.”, he said placing a hand on your very large bump.

You took a big sip of the strawberry milk feeling an instant sense of relief run through your entire body. Pregnancy hormones were crazy.

“Thank you Yoongi.”, you whispered, “You didn’t have to make it homemade though. I would’ve been happy with a premade bottle from the convenience store.”

He leaned in and gave you a kiss, “Only the best for my girls.”

You took another sip of the milk enjoying the sweet strawberry taste.

Your little girl immediately started kicking around like crazy.

“I think baby cinnamon roll appreciates the milk too.”, Yoongi exclaimed with a laugh as his hand pressed around your belly chasing after her little kicks. You smiled at the nickname you two had given the little girl after mentioning how the the photo made her look like a cinnamon roll during one of your earlier sonograms.

Now that you and cinnamon roll were satisfied with your strawberry milk Yoongi flipped back down onto the bed feeling accomplished, but exhausted and ready to finally get some sleep.

He was just about to drift off when he heard you clear your throat, “Yoongi are you awake?”

“Mmmhmm.”, he mumbled.

“You know how you just mentioned cinnamon rolls…”

Before you could even finish Yoongi was already up and sliding his feet into his house shoes. Luckily he was also craving cinnamon rolls now too.

“Thank you Yoongles, me and cinnamon roll love you and we really appreciate everything.”, you said looking at him sheepishly.

He crawled back into the bed to give you a kiss, “Of course baby. Anything for you two.”

As he made the drive back to the grocery store he couldn’t help but bask in feeling of bliss that had come over him. Sure he was tired and stressed and wanted to be comfy in his bed, but he really meant it with his whole heart when he said he would do anything he could for you and your future together.

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I woke up today to the second part of Who Rescued Who - then I went to work. Only to come home and see that you posted another story! I loved both of them. My favourite part is that you are not afraid to show the dark side of the world, the concerns one might have, but you always end the stories on a lighter note, emphasising that with the power of will and love, you can get through a darker period. Thank you for both stories, they brightened up my day.

Awww 🥹 thank you

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Another one I’ve had half written for a very long time. I’ve been really motivated today. Can you tell?

Idol/Fuck Boy Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Yoongi’s kind of a jerk at first and sleeps around a lot, hints of smut, swearing, hints of a fight if you really look

Word Count: 4,205

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There were three things that Yoongi was certain about in this life. Firstly, he was a musical genius. Whether it was lyrics, beats, rapping, singing, performing…he could do it all and was good at it. Secondly, he didn’t believe in love. He wasn’t capable of loving and he didn’t deserve to be loved. He’d had flings and one night stands all around the world, but he mostly saw those as just biological needs. There was no emotional connection. No feelings. He hated stuff like that.

He’d had a few relationships when he was younger because he thought that was what he was supposed to do, but they never lasted more than six or seven months at most and he definitely never came close to loving them.

As he got older he stopped trying to force it and therefore hadn’t had a relationship for several years. Was this belief in love or lack there of because of his upbringing? Maybe. Did his struggles with his own mental health cause this? Yeah probably a little at least. No matter the reason, he was certain that love was not real.

The third thing that was a guaranteed constant was you. You were one of the few people that he could tolerate on a regular basis. It was nearly eight years ago that he met you. He had been eyeing you since he walked through the door of the little cafe you worked at. You were beautiful. You had a smile that made his heart skip a beat, eyes that filled his stomach with butterflies, a kindness to your voice that made him smile like a goofy idiot, and a body that made him think all kinds of unholy things.

You were also the waitress who accidentally spilled a coffee (thankfully iced) all over him as he sat and conversed with his friends. He jumped back and spat out a few curse words, not at you or because of what you had done, but because of the cold ice hitting his crotch giving him quite a shock. Immediately you burst into tears profusely apologizing and offering to replace the clothing even though you knew his shirt alone probably cost more than your rent, but you couldn’t loose your job.

Of course he would never do something so drastic over a spilled cup of coffee. He reassured you that it was okay and you didn’t owe him anything, but he could still tell you were quite shaken up.

Over the next few days he couldn’t stop thinking about you so one evening after a long day of practices and studio time he decided to stop in for a coffee. He chuckled at the look of fear on your face when you saw him, but after some explaining and a few pleasant words exchanged he asked for your number.

Deep down he felt something was off with the whole situation. He knew his ultimate goal was just to bed you once or twice maybe even three times if you were good and then leave you to move on to the next one.

It only took a few weeks for him to be sitting across from you at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. He wined and dined you. Put out all of his usual moves. You were different than most of the women he usually surrounded himself with in these types of situations though. Most of the women he was with figured it out pretty quickly what his end game was and were fast themselves to get to the point. You were different. You enjoyed his company, asked him questions no one else ever had. You smiled and intently listened to the stories he told. You never brought up money or fame. You didn’t ask him to introduce you to Taehyung or Hoseok. You were simply interested in getting to know Min Yoongi.

But even after all of that that he continued on with his usual plan. After dinner he took you back to his private studio to “show you around” which was code for having you ride him on his leather couch until you were both too spent to think.

He lit a couple candles (mood lighting)

Asked if you wanted to change into one of his tshirts to get comfy (easier access to what he wanted)

Offered to get you a drink or show you to the bathroom (once he got started he didn’t want any interruptions)

He pulled you onto his lap and offered to play you a secret song, one noone had heard before. He knew that was a lie. He said it every time. It was the same song he played for all of the women he brought there. He would claim they were the first to hear it so that they would feel special.

Usually they would fall head over heels and coo and gush and their cheeks would blush and they would get all giggly and shy. Then he would slowly kiss their neck and wait to see if they stopped him. Nine times out of ten they wouldn’t and he’d take that as the chance to keep going and move the evening further along.

But you…you were different. He gave you the same story about a song no one else had heard before. You laughed and rolled your eyes, “I bet you say that to all your girls.”

Yoongi faltered. It was a rarity, but he was human. Were you just joking? Or could you see right through him and we’re calling him out? It intrigued him more than it should have.

He played you the song. A cheesy love song he wrote one night many years ago before love seemed so foreign to him. He waited for you to eat it up. Then fall for it. Then you would help him release the built up tension he had been feeling since he first saw you in your short little sundress you were wearing.

But you didn’t do any of that. You picked apart the song. You provided a lot of constructive criticism much of which Yoongi actually agreed with. He soon forgot about the whole reason he even brought you there to begin with and instead the two of you spent hours listening to and talking about music. He played you an actual unreleased song to pick your brain, something he had never done before. Yoongi abandoned his plan to end the night with sex and instead asked you to come back next weekend if you wanted to so you guys could work on some music together. Genuinely he enjoyed your company. He wanted to spend more time with you and get to know you better. And that is how your friendship formed.

Over the years the two of you became nearly inseparable. As long as he wasn’t on tour or “with” someone else the two of you were side by side.

You hated to admit that those nights that Yoongi was with others it killed you. A long time ago you had developed a crush on your friend, but there was no way you were going to let him know that. So you bit your tongue and did your best not to show it effected you when he would show up with purple marks on his skin and smelling of a feminine perfume that was not yours.

Until one night you’d had enough. The two of you were locked up in his studio. Yoongi was looking extra good today. He had let his hair grow out and had put on a little bit of weight in the right places making his white tshirt just a touch tight.

Angry with the way the song was coming together he flopped back down onto the leather couch with a loud sigh. His legs spread and his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. He was practically begging you to take a seat on his lap.

So you did…

He jumped a little not expecting you to make that move.

You placed kisses along his jaw and neck, pulling down the collar of his tshirt so you could move lower to his chest.

“Y/N…wh-what are you doing?”, he questioned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”, you chuckled.

Yoongi’s brain and body were fighting each other for control of how to handle the situation.

“Y/N, you gotta ahh you gotta stop. We shouldn’t do this.”, he somehow managed to choke out trying to pull you away from him.

“Really?”, you asked with a raise of your eye brow before grinding down on his lap feeling him fully hard beneath you, “Because it seems like you do want this just as much as I do.”

You divided your attention between kissing his neck and grinding on his bulge for several minutes rendering him unable to speak. As you were unzipping his pants he was finally able to come to his senses enough to stop you. His hand grabbed yours, “Y/N…I…I don’t want this to ruin anything between us. Before we go further I need you to know that we’ll never be more than friends with benefits.”

It felt like a dagger to the chest. Deep down you knew that was the case, but of course there was that small part of you that hoped for more. You nodded and turned your attention back to his pants allowing him to finally spring free.

Somehow he managed to stop you again, “Y/N, I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you’re okay with this.”

You thought for second before nodding, “Yeah I’m okay with it Yoongi. I want this.” With that he allowed you to continue your earlier actions.

Yoongi had great control of his orgasms. He never came unless he was ready and wanted to. It was another thing about himself that he was quite proud of.

But tonight. The tonight that he had wanted so many years ago that he was now experiencing was bringing him to edge fast. Feeling you bouncing up and down on top of him. Seeing your body naked and spread out for him. Your cries of his name as you came was too much for him to ward off his orgasm any longer. He gripped your hips for dear life as he lost control coming undone inside of you. He bit his tongue until he tasted blood to stop himself from saying those three words he didn’t believe in.

As he helped you clean yourself up his chest started to ache. He was so worried about you being the one to get the situation misconstrued, but here he was realizing that he might have been the one that fucked up.

This friends with benefits relationship went on for over a year. You remained exclusive to Yoongi. You didn’t have to and you knew it was dumb. Especially because you knew he hadn’t been exclusive to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see anyone else.

Yoongi on the other hand was always wondering if you were sleeping with other guys. He would always chase those thoughts away because he hated the jealous feeling that bubbled up inside him every time he thought about it. He had made it clear to you that this was strictly sex between friends so it was your prerogative to sleep with whoever you wanted. At the start of your arrangement he had continued to sleep around with other people while also sleeping with you. He wasn’t the most proud of it, but it kept things feeling more normal for him. He didn’t want things to feel domesticated with you. But as the months went on he reached out to others less and less until you were the only one he called. You were all he needed maybe even all he wanted. He hadn’t figured it out that far yet. He knew things were getting messy though. Not only was he staying monogamous to you he was doing things that he never would have done for others before.

In the past he would have bought you dinner no problem. You were his friend, but you would have had to eat whatever he got and that was it. He wouldn’t be driving to the other side of the city to get noodles at your favorite restaurant even though there was a place right next door that served the same exact thing, but according to you the other place tasted better. So he drove twenty minutes out of the way every single time.

Then he cuddled you after sex. He never did that to anyone else. That was a different kind of intimacy he didn’t want…usually. He was normally more of a do the deed and then he’s already calling a cab for the woman before her clothes are even all the way back on. But with you he looked forward to the time spent afterwards resting while running his fingers through your hair as you told him about your day.

He started working out too. He was always comfortable in his body for the most part. He knew he wasn’t super tall or muscular and he was okay with that. He had plenty of people around the world making sure he knew he was attractive the way that he was. But then you made him doubt himself one day. No one else saw it. But he did. He saw the way your eyes scanned Jungkook’s body. The way you slightly licked your lips watching as Jungkook was flexing his abs and biceps in front of the mirror. Yoongi hated the thought of you finding someone else attractive. So there he was every morning at 6am cursing the world, but still hitting the gym with nothing but you on his mind.

He knew he was falling. He knew it would end badly. He just didn’t know how to stop it.

It was a Thursday, very late in the night when it all blew up. Yoongi had been on tour for three months, the longest he had gone without seeing you in quite some time. He missed you. He missed your voice, your scent, your touch. He was needy and desperate and wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He had plenty of opportunities while on tour with fans and even some of the staff members willing to do as he pleased, but he couldn’t bring himself to indulge in them. His hand got the job done when he really needed it, but there was nothing like the feeling of you.

And now as he watch you riding him, his favorite position, he was doing his best to not finish too soon. An effect that you had on him which he both loved and hated.

“F-fuck I missed you.”, he said leaving kisses against your cleavage.

His hands grabbed onto your hips holding you in place giving him the leverage to roughly buck up into you a few times before letting you continue back on with your own pace.

“I’m sure you were pretty occupied while on tour. It must’ve been like a paradise to you.”, you quipped back hoping to come off as joking while trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

“Not even close. You’re all I think about all the time….alll….all I want….all I need.” he said with a long drawn out moan.

“I bet you say that to all your girls”, you smirked. Truth was you didn’t even really want to know the answer to that.

“I would never say that to anyone else. I love you too much Y/N.”, he said as he spilled deep inside of you. Yoongi didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was because his dick had control of most of the blood in his body leaving his brain pretty much useless. Maybe he thought it was romantic like those dumb movies you always made him watch. Maybe subconsciously he hoped you were to out of it and wouldn’t hear his slip up so he could finally get it off his chest. He wasn’t sure, but he felt relief once it was said either way.

You knew he didn’t mean it. As much as you wanted to believe him you knew you couldn’t. He had made his stance on love very clear. Though a tiny part of you did wonder if he was serious.

You didn’t falter. You didn’t say it back as he sat there looking up at you. Awkwardly he got up and headed to the shower to get cleaned up.

As you laid there thinking through your options of how to handle it a text came through on his phone that was resting on the bedside table next to you.

Aera: We still on for tomorrow 😘

That sealed it for you. If he really did love you then why would he have another hookup already lined up for tomorrow? Quickly you gathered up your things and left his home before he got out of the shower. You couldn’t face him without crying tears of sadness, hurt, and anger all mixed into one. You knew that your relationship with him had to change moving forward because you couldn’t keep going on pretending that everything was okay the way that it was.

When Yoongi exited the shower he was fully prepared to firstly apologize for taking so long in there. He had gone over hundreds of different scenarios in his head for how to move forward and finally settled on the best option. He was going to confess and tell you the truth, he loved you. He really did. He doesn’t know how it happened or why it happened, but it did and he loves you and wants to make things official. No more lies. No more pretending. But when he walked into the bedroom you were already gone. You weren’t in the kitchen or the living room. You had left. Yoongi flopped back onto his bed with a loud groan and ran his hands over his face. He needed a way to fix this and fix it fast.

You needed space from Yoongi and thankfully he was giving it to you. Of course as far as you knew he was occupied with someone else and wasn’t even thinking about you anyways so you still wanted to cry every time you thought about it. You decided to distract yourself and maybe you also wanted to be a just a little tiny bit petty. A part of you hoped Yoongi would find out and he might just be a little bit upset. Upset at the fact that you were going on a date with his enemy, Chul. He was a producer at BigHit. Yoongi was a professional so he kept things as such, but you knew better than anyone that he and Chul did not like each other in the slightest. They had a rivalry that caused many hurtful nasty words to be exchanged over the years. You felt bad in a way for doing this because Yoongi did say you two would never be anything more so you couldn’t expect him to love you, but it was extremely unfair for him to say he loved you when he really didn’t mean it.

You knew it wouldn’t take long for word about your date to get back to Yoongi. Chul would surely want to rub it in his face and you were right.

At 3am someone was angrily pounding on your front door. When you opened it Yoongi was standing there red faced and out of breath. You immediately noticed his swollen bruised knuckles and a small cut above his eyebrow. Before you could ask what happened he started. His finger pointed in your direction as he shouted, “Seriously Y/N?! You don’t love me back that’s fine, but your response is to immediately go on a date with the one person I hate? The one person that you knew would hurt me the most?”

“Yoongi quit it with the loving you bullshit. You don’t love me. You’re just mad that you can’t have me all to yourself any more while you’re off fucking god knows who like some sick game.”

He pushed himself into your apartment slamming the door behind him. “Who else am I fucking Y/N?”, he yelled louder, “It’s only been you for the last year. I haven’t wanted anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Oh please Yoongi. You had the nerve to tell me you loved me with your dick still inside me and then ten minutes later you’re getting a text from some woman named Aera asking if the two of you are still meeting up.”

He took a step back looking at you confused, “Me and Aera are not hooking up. We never were.”

Save it Yoongi.”, you put your hand up, “I’m not falling for your games any more.”

“I swear on everything Y/N. I’m not sleeping with her. Aera and Jimin have a thing with each other. She bought him a custom jacket and she wanted me to help her distract him for a little so she could sneak it in his house. That’s all. I never had any intention of sleeping with her.”

You shook your head unsure if you should believe him or not, “I’m not stupid Yoongi. Why would she include an emoji like that if it didn’t mean something else?”

He threw his head back in frustration, “I don’t know Y/N. That’s just how they are. If her and Jimin could communicate in only emojis they would. It meant nothing like that. There has been no one else for a long long time.”

Taking a step back you put your hands up to stop him from following you, “I need….I need time Yoongi. I can’t do this any more.”

You ran back to your room locking the door behind you. There were too many different emotions filling you that you needed to process. You knew Yoongi would leave and give you space and he did just that.

It took several weeks, but eventually you agreed to meet him in his studio to talk things over again now that things had time to cool down and you had time to think.

He answered the door with a smile inviting you in. He pulled a chair up next to him at his computer so you could sit down.

“H-how have you been?”, he nervously asked.

“Good…good. And you?”

He gave you a tight lipped smile. “How’s Chul?”, he asked.

“I don’t know.”, you shrugged, “We haven’t spoken since that date.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk a little at the news.

After that the room filled with an awkwardness that you hated.

“So uh I’ve been working on this new song. Want to hear it?”

With a smile you eagerly nodded, “Yeah but don’t expect this to end with us having sex again.”

“Fair enough. I guess I need a new pickup line anyways.”, he laughed helping to ease the tension between you both.

The song was a beautiful ballad about being so afraid of getting your heart broken that you convince yourself love isn’t real only to allow your fear to cause you to loose the only person you’d ever loved anyways. In the end the person faces their fear and gets their lover back. When the song came to an end the last thing you expected was for Yoongi to come on the speaker, but he spoke with a soft voice,

“Hi Y/N.”, he chuckled, “This is a little more awkward than I thought it would be. I don’t know if you’ll ever give me the chance to tell you this to your face so I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. I am sorry that I was coward. I am sorry for making you think that you weren’t the only one. It’s been you since that day you spilled ice coffee all over me in the cafe, ruining my Valentino jacket by the way. I’ve been in love with you this whole time. I’m just an idiot who’s been in denial because I was afraid to loose you if things got bad, but I ended up loosing you anyways which is worse than if I had tried to begin with. It has always been you Y/N. I hope that one day you can give me another chance to prove that to you.”

Yoongi felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest as he watched you for a reaction. He could feel how red his cheeks were without even touching them.

There were three things that Yoongi was certain of in his life. Firstly, love was a confusing concept. He still had his doubts about it, but opening up to you showed him that it was okay to feel. Emotions were a normal part of life. Secondly, you were the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. No one could or would ever come close to being able to compare to you. Thirdly, hearing you say you loved him too sounded better than any musical composition he had ever heard or could ever create.

“Say it again. Please Y/N. Say it again.”, he begged against your lips as he kissed you.

I love you Yoongi.”, you mumbled into his lips.

He pulled you onto his lap hugging you close like he was trying to make sure this was all really happening.

“I love you. I love you so much.”, he whispered over and over.

“I bet you’ve never said that to any of your girls.”

He smirked, “No baby. Only you, forever and always.”

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I have a bunch of stories saved that are like half finished so I’m going to work on finishing those up. Here is the first one!

Idol Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 920

While writing this I kind of imagined it as a part two of this one I wrote a while ago.

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It was late April meaning the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the city was full of people out and about attending various festivals and activities surrounding the beautiful scenery. You were excitedly bouncing up and down waiting for Yoongi to zip up his jacket. Tonight he had asked if you wanted to go for walk near the river to see the blossoms and get a snack, a very rare opportunity to go out in public with him.

Every once in a while you would go out to a restaurant if Yoongi trusted the staff enough to respect his privacy, but ever since the two of you began dating over a year ago most of your dates consisted of staying in at his place. He usually kept his personal life hidden to begin with, but he wanted to keep an extra low profile since he was currently fulfilling his military obligation.

You didn’t mind date nights in at all, but you had to admit you were excited for the extra treat of going out.

Since it was late April the air was warm enough that you didn’t need more than a light jacket, but not yet hot or humid. It was perfect.

Yoongi held your hand and walked you towards the festival. Kids running around filled with excitement as their parents frantically chased after them. Couples, some just beginning their love and others having spent decades together both walked hand in hand.

Even though you could only see his eyes thanks to the face mask and Yankees cap covering most of his face you could still see the smile radiating off of Yoongi. You squeezed his hand a little and leaned in against his shoulder and gently pinched your hip to reciprocate,a silent I love you that the two of you had grown to know.

“Hungry?”, he asked pointing in the direction of a hotteok stand.

Your absolute favorite!

Eagerly you nodded while already pulling him in that direction. He paid for your snack and walked you over to an empty bench near the water.

Impatiently you waited for the hotteok to cool after learning your lesson one too many times. Time passed as you took in the scenery. The calm water. The people passing by. The delicate flowers hanging above you.

You could sense Yoongi’s stare.

You gave him a big smile and finally took a bite of your hotteok. The melted sugar inside was nearly like lava, but it was worth the pain.

You took another bite and another. You noticed Yoongi hadn’t touched his.

He was still staring at you instead.

“You better eat yours before it becomes mine too.”, you laughed taking another bite of your own.

“Marry me.”, Yoongi proposed suddenly.

With wide eyes and a mouth full of burning hot sugar your head whipped around to look at him, “Wwhapft?”, you mumble.

“Y/N will you marry me?”, he asked this time.

After managing to swallow down your mouthful you turned your body to look at him fully.

“Why?”, you said without really thinking about what you were saying.

He scoffed, “Why? What do you mean why? Why do you think?”

“I…I don’t know…I mean are you sure? I’m just me and…and you’re you?”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Of course I’m sure Y/N. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”

You nodded knowing that made sense as Yoongi always thought things through to the fullest before acting on them.

“Look Y/N.”, he said pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket, “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. I didn’t even know love like this was possible. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know things are going to change soon. We’ve never been in a relationship while I was outside of the military and I want to go into it with you knowing I’m fully committed to you…to us. So will you marry me?”

You stared down at the beautiful ring he was holding between his thumb and pointer finger and then you looked at his eyes that staring at you with such adoration. Your heart immediately swelled with joy. He had pulled down his mask slightly giving you the chance to see his reddened cheeks and shy smile.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss and then a second one and a third one.

After releasing his cheeks you turned your attention back to your hotteok which you had abandoned on the bench next to you during the shock of the proposal.

You were two bites in when Yoongi cleared his throat next to you, “So I uh I’m guessing that was a yes? I mean you kind of didn’t really answer me so….”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. Of course it’s a yes!”, you giggled.

He laughed but let out a breath of relief and happily slipped the ring on your finger watching as you admired the sparkle.

When the crowds started clearing and the air got a little too cold you both decided it was time to go back home.

You noticed the hotteok stand from earlier was still open. Excitedly you bounced up and down giving Yoongi puppy dog eyes.

Playfully he rolled his eyes and pretended to grumble about it, but was already pulling you in the direction of the stand. He was ready and willing to buy you all the hotteok he could for the rest of your lives.

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Cafe cafe owner Yoongi x Female Reader

Summary: With only a few dollars left to your name you weren’t sure how you were going to survive. Thankfully, Suga’s Cat Cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. Not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe owner named Yoongi. At first you believed it was him that saved you at your worst, but as time went on you started to wonder…who rescued who?

Warnings: Mentions of depression, suicide and self harm, going to therapy and taking meds, anxiety, lots of angst, bullying, injury, getting drunk, talking about consent and being taken advantage of in a sexual way, tiny hint of smut

Word count: 3,904

Part 1 here

It’s taken waaayyyy longer than I planned, but here is part 2 finally. I hope you like it and thank you for the patience! Tag list: @captainchrisstan

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It had been almost a month since the incident at the cafe. Thankfully (or maybe not) Yoongi had been keeping a low profile since then. You had only seen him once and it was just for a brief moment while he had to sign some tax documents or something. His eyes briefly met yours before he quickly scurried away out of sight once again.

“You know you can go talk to him.”, Jimin said one day coming up to you and nearly making you jump up out of your own skin.

“About what?”, you gasped clutching at your chest.

“I don’t know… the weather, the game, or…whatever happened between you two that night.”, he replied.

“He didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head, “Not fully. He said something about being the biggest idiot and screwing everything up. I have my ideas about what happened, but I’m not one to pry.”

You gave him some major side eye because you were sure pry was his middle name. He continued with a laugh, “I just know that since you started working here I’ve seen a different Yoongi. One that I haven’t seen in years. I’m not going to push you or anything or tell you how to live your life, but I’m just going to say that I hope you don’t give up on him…not yet anyways.”

Before you could question him any more he was already running upfront and out of sight.

Later that evening after your shift was over and everyone else had gone home you stood outside the door of Yoongi’s apartment trying to will yourself to knock on the door. All evening Jimin’s words stuck with you and you thought just maybe he was on to something.

“It’s okay. Just knock. He is just your boss…that you have a major crush on maybe even love. No big deal.”, you mumbled to yourself. “Don’t look at me like that.”, you grumbled to Suga who was curiously watching you from a few feet down the hall.

Your hand was raised just as the door swung open slamming against you knocking you back a little.

“Ow”, you groaned feeling an instant bump form on your forehead.

“Jeeze fuck why do you keep creeping around like this? Are you okay Y/N?”, Yoongi spat coming over closer to inspect the damage.

“I’m okay I’m okay.”, you reassured him.

“Is there something you need?”, he asked gently pressing on the tender spot.

“No I uh…I just wanted to talk.”, you whispered, “About what happened after Jungkook’s show.”

“Y/N, there is nothing to talk about. I apologize for my actions that night. I had too much to drink and was out of line. It was very unprofessional of me and it will not happen again. Going forward we are strictly on a business only relationship.”, he sternly replied.

“No!”, you exclaimed startling him some more, “I mean um I just thought we could talk about it. It wasn’t…it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was just you know we were both drinking and I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings or regrets or something like that.”

“Y/N…I would understand if you no longer wanted to work here. You can give Jimin your resignation. I sincerely apologize for my actions. It won’t happen again.”, he said with a curt nod before closing the door and heading back up to his apartment.

That did not go at all like you had planned so you accepted defeat giving Suga a light pat on the head before walking to the front door.

“Hey Jimin.”, you sighed one morning many weeks later. Things between you and Yoongi had gotten even more awkward after you tried confronting him leading you to ask Jimin for help and he agreed to meet you at a cafe near your apartment.

“Morning Y/N!”, he smiled.

You had no idea how someone could be so happy at all hours of the day.

“Sooooo you and Yoongi make up yet?”, he questioned.

You scoffed, “No not exactly. Things are actually worse now.”

He chuckled, “Yeah Yoongi can be a handful sometimes.”

“Yeah that’s kind of why I wanted to meet up with you. I was wondering if you could tell me more about him. Like you know his past and stuff. Maybe…I don’t know maybe it’ll help me better understand him and then I can…I don’t know figure out where to go from there.”

Jimin looked at you with soft eyes, “Most people run away and stop trying to get to know him so I’m glad you’re putting in so much effort Y/N.” He looked like he might cry which made you want to cry too.

“Well get to explaining then.”, you laughed trying to lighten up the mood.

“I mean there’s not a whole lot to tell. Yoongi was a shy quiet kid. I first met him when we were in grade school.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Wait! You’ve known him that long?!”

Jimin laughed, “Yeah. He was shy, quiet, kept to himself, but kind and sweet. I took him under my wing and showed him my ways.”

“I thought he was older than you?”

“Shhh Y/N, that’s not important to the story. He was a good kid. Did well in school. Loved music and basketball, not much has changed obviously. I think it was his senior year of high school when everything kind of went down hill.”

“What happened?”, you questioned in awe like you were being told the most interesting story ever.

“Yoongi had always had this bully. This kid gave him a hard time for years. One day, when I wasn’t at school, he took things too far and him and Yoongi got into a fight near one of the staircases at school. Yoongi ended up getting pushed and fell down the stairs. He busted his shoulder pretty badly. Three days later was the big championship basketball game where a ton of college scouts were going to be. Yoongi was expected to be a top prospect, but because of his shoulder he flopped. He tried his best, but it was the worst game of his life and he lost any chance of a scholarship.”

“Wow that uh that’s terrible.”

Jimin took a sip of his coffee, “Yeah and that was just the beginning.”

“It gets worse?!”, you gasped.

He nodded, “Yeah…so Yoongi did end up getting into college on his own. Originally he was majoring in medicine. He wanted to become a pediatrician or something. But then he met someone…her name was Mia. Yoongi never had a girlfriend before. He’d never even been on a date so when this girl started showing interest in him he lost it. She was his everything and he did everything he could to please her. Which included switching majors from medicine to music production. She had this whole thing about wanting to date an idol or something.”, he shook his head, “So of course Yoongi did it. And of course his parents were very VERY upset about that to the point they pretty much disowned him. To this day they still barely speak to each other which has always been hard on him. So a couple years pass and things are okay. Yoongi ended up proposing to Mia and she said yes. Yoongi graduates and gets a job at a small independent record label. He was genuinely happy and I was happy for him.”

You smiled at seeing the way Jimin was smiling thinking about his friend being happy, but then his features turned into a frown. He continued, “Mia grew upset with the fact that Yoongi wasn’t a big name producer. He wasn’t working with famous idols and other artists. Wasn’t being invited to award shows or major events. He wasn’t important enough. Wasn’t rich enough. He wasn’t good enough for her. So she found someone that was. She broke up with Yoongi the night before their wedding. He was beyond devastated.”

You were crushed as if you had been there too, “Oh my god that’s awful. No wonder he’s the way that he is.”

Jimin nodded in agreement, “Yeah he pretty much just shut down after that. He stopped talking to any of his friends, even me. I’d call him every day, but he never answered. He rarely left his apartment. He didn’t trust anyone. He got really really depressed. Then one day…”, he sighed before taking a moment to collect his thoughts, “One day I got a call from his brother. Yoongi was in the hospital. His brother had found him unresponsive in the bathtub. They weren’t sure if he was going to make it or not.”, Jimin sniffled followed by a few sniffles of your own before he continued, “Thankfully though he pulled through. He spent some time in a mental health facility then moved to seeing a psychiatrist and taking medication. Those things helped with the depression aspect, but he still struggled. He didn’t really go out much. He had a few relationships, but they always ended badly. They never wanted to be patient with him. They never gave Yoongi a chance. One day he decided he wanted to open up a cat cafe and use it as a way to help cats find loving homes. He doesn’t love for other living beings to feel lonely or unwanted so he really focuses on that. And then you got hired and here we are!”

You sipped on your tea while trying to process everything you just heard. You had no idea that he had been through so much and you had struggled with your own mental health before so you knew how difficult that could be.

Jimin reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze, “Y/N, I’m not trying to dump all of this on you or make you feel guilty or anything, but ever since you started working at the cafe I noticed a different…a new Yoongi. He smiles more, he laughs more, he’s more talkative and open. I mean you got him to go to Jungkook’s show. I made $15 from Namjoon off of a bet because of you.”, he laughed.

“So…so what do I do Jimin? I…just…I think it’s all ruined.”

He quickly shook his head, “It’s not Y/N. Please give it another chance. Just talk to him.”

“Jimin I already tri-“, you said, but he cut you off, “Try again. Please. One more time. I can see so much life being brought back to Yoongi when you’re around. Talk to him one more time. Be gentle, but firm. He’ll listen.”

“Alright.”, you sighed, “I’ll talk to him.”

It was a week later when you finally had the chance to talk to Yoongi again. The cafe had closed early for an employee appreciation outing. Of course Yoongi was “busy” and couldn’t attend, but handed Jimin his credit card to pay for all of the activities and dinner for the group before he headed back up to his apartment. Jimin so kindly came up with a story about how you were going to have to miss out on the evening, but that you will be there in spirit giving you the opportunity to speak with Yoongi since no one else would be in the building.

You grabbed dinner from Yoongi’s favorite noodle spot a few blocks over and walked it back to the cafe. This time you were firm and confident when you knocked on his apartment door. You did slightly falter a little when he first opened it, but you regained your composure after noticing the surprise on his face when he saw you.

“I brought Jajangmyeon!”, you exclaimed with a smile while holding up the bag.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out with the rest of the team?”, he questioned.

“Nope, according to Jimin I ate a moldy bagel this morning and am unable to attend so my evening is free now.”

“Y/N, I don-“ he started, but you stopped him, “The foods getting cold. Should we go up and eat at your place?”

He silently nodded while stepping aside to let you up. His home reminded you a lot like him. It was soft and comfy and cozy. He had a candle burning that smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and somehow that just suited him. He offered you a drink which you happily accepted and the two of you began in to eat in silence at the table. When the meals were finished you cleaned up and walked over to the couch, “So should we watch a movie or maybe the basketball game? It’s like a championship right?”

“Y/N, why are you doing this?”, he mumbled taking a seat next to you.

“Doing what?”

“You know what. Skipping the outing. Bringing food here. Acting like nothing happened. I think maybe you should just go.”

Jimin’s words of gentle, but firm replayed in your head and you stood up and brushed yourself off. Slowly you started walking towards the door, “If you truly don’t want me here I’ll leave. I won’t force you to accept my company. I just…I just want you to know that I really do like Yoongi. I like you a lot and I never meant for that night after the show to seem like I didn’t. It just wasn’t the best time for that. I want to get to know you more. I want to spend time l with you and do whatever makes you happy. I just hope that one say you can accept that.” When he didn’t respond you continued to the door, but just before you were able to grab the handle he grabbed your other hand into his. Silently he pulled you back to the couch to sit down.

His hand was still tightly griping yours and you were entirely sure if he even realized it. He seemed deep in thought. After what felt like an eternity he began to speak, “I’m terrified Y/N. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this about someone and I’m terrified I’m going to wake up one morning and it will all be gone. You don’t know what you’ve done to me.”

“I’m sorry.”, you whispered, but he shook his head. He went on, “I mean what you’ve done to me in the best way. I don’t know if I can even put it into words.”

You squeezed his hand a little more, “Please try Yoongi. Do the best that you can. Help me to understand you.”

He cleared his throat, “You just uh I don’t know. It was like from the moment I first met you I felt something. Kind of like a burning want I guess… a want to know you more, a want to spend time with you and make you smile and laugh. I wanted you to joke around with me like you do Jimin and draw me funny pictures like you do for Taehyung. I wanted you to come to me when you needed something or when you were sad. I wanted so much with you.”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair. He seemed to really be struggling, “That um that night we first met. You know when you came back into the cafe after closing.”, he said now scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I um…that folder of papers that I was carrying…that was…those papers were things like a will and all of the important documents for the cafe and instructions on what to do with my apartment and with Suga.”

You bit your lip to hide the gasp you wanted to release. You had an idea of where he was going with his story and you could feel your stomach twisting. You gripped his hand even harder nearly leaving a bruise.

He cleared his throat once more, “I um yeah I had planned to take my life that night. I was leaving everything in an easy to find place for Jimin. I had my mind made and was set on it. And then…and then I ran into you and you rescued me. You didn’t let my grumpiness get to you. You smiled and you talked about music. I saw the way Suga acted towards you.”, he shook his head and chuckled, “I always thought that love at first sight was such Hollywood bullshit…that is until it happened to me. I still had bad thoughts from time to time, but you made me want to get better. I wanted to be here for you…to be with you. And then I went and messed it all by kissing you.”

Sniffling you wiped away the tears that had collected on your cheeks, “Th-thank you for telling me all of that. But you didn’t mess anything up Yoongi. Not even in the slightest so please don’t think that. I want you. I want you here with me. I want to be with you too.”

You released the death grip you still had on his hand and scooted a little closer to him. Gently you brushed the stray hair out of his eyes.

“Kiss me Yoongi.”, you said barely loud enough to hear.

“Y/N we don’t hav-“

“Please Yoongi. I want it and I know you do too.”

He didn’t have to be told again so he leaned in kissing you firmly yet softly in a way that no one else has ever done before.

After pulling away to check for any negative reaction and when you didn’t get one you went back in for another kiss after seeing nothing but a gummy smile.

Those kisses lead into roaming hands which quickly moved into you straddling his lap. His hands firmly planted on your hips.

When you reached for the hem of his shirt to lift it up he froze. You could feel his body tense up making you swiftly pull back.

“I…I’m sorry. I should’ve checked with you first. I was moving too quickly. We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.”, you said quickly trying to get off his lap, but he held you in place.

Resting his forehead against yours he sighed, “No I…I want to. I really do. It’s just um…it’s just I’m afraid you’ll get scared.”

“Scared of what?”, you questioned.

He looked at you with wide eyes, tears threatening to fall, “Of me. You’ll be scared of me. Of my past. Of what that could mean for the future. Just like the others.”

Frantically you shook your head, “I could never be scared of you Yoongi. I promise.”

He melted into your touch a little more. “Okay.”, he nodded before standing up and carrying you with him. You squealed both in surprise and excitement as he brought you to his bedroom and softly laid you on the bed.

The two of you returned to your earlier actions as your kisses became more intense and your touches more intimate. Once again you reached for the hem of his shirt. He tensed but didn’t stop you and allowed you to remove the garment and toss it to the floor beside the bed.

You took in the sight of him with his soft tummy and pale skin that was marked with faint scars. Most appeared to be many years old except for a few that seemed to be more recent. You took him in feeling anger and sadness of your own for all of the hurt that he must’ve gone through to gain those scars.

“I…I know it’s hard to look at.”, he said already reaching for his shirt on the floor so he could cover up. You stopped him pulling him in for a kiss instead, “You’re not scary Yoongi. You’re beautiful to me. Everything about you is ethereal. And each one of these scars.”, you said as you kissed over the markings, “Is a reminder that things got tough, but you pulled through. You’re still here. And there are so many people including myself that are thankful for that. And we are here for you. You don’t have to hurt like this any more.”

That seemed to set something off in him. His lips crashed into yours and he helped you out of your clothing before pushing you back up against the head board.

After what seemed like hours and hours of pure bliss Yoongi dropped down onto the bed next to you before he curled into your side resting his head on your shoulder. His arms lazily wrapped around your waist. You could feel the heat from his breath against your neck while you carded your fingers through his damp hair.

“W-was that okay?”, he questioned nervously, “It’s been a while since I’ve done that.”, he added with a small laugh.

“Everything was perfect.”, you whispered trying to reassure him, “You’re perfect Yoongi…in every way.”

The compliment only embarrassed him further causing him to bury his face into your skin even more as a way to try and soothe himself. “Please don’t say things like that Y/N.”, he mumbled into your skin, “Please don’t say sweet loving things that you don’t mean. I don’t know if my heart can handle any more hurt.”

It was then that you realized he was crying.

“Hey.”, you softly said using your finger to tilt his chin up to look at you, “I mean it. I really do Yoongi. You’re perfect to me.“

He shook his head, “I’m the farthest thing from that. I’ll end up hurting you one day. You’ll leave like everyone else…because of me. I just know it. So please don’t think I’m perfect. It’ll make it less painful for you when I inevitably ruin everything like I always do.”

You let him cry for a while. You knew he needed it. But when it sounded like his sniffles were subsiding and his breathing was leveling out and turning into soft snores you pulled his hand up to your lips giving it a kiss and interlocking your fingers tightly with his, “I love you so much Min Yoongi and no matter how hard you try to chase me away…I’ll always fight to be here with you. We’ll fight to be here together.”

He nuzzled into you and placed one last goodnight kiss to your neck, “I love you too Y/N.”

After that you laid awake staring at the ceiling thinking about the days events. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that Yoongi thinks you were the one that rescued him. The one who stopped him that night and gave him something to live for. You were content with letting him think that though. He had no idea that he also saved you. He gave you a job which helped keep a roof over your head and food on your plate. You met new friends and found a love you didn’t know you could feel. You hadn’t realized it until now, but Yoongi coming into your life gave you a purpose. He also gave you a want. A want to move on and start over and a want to intertwine his life with yours. Without him and his little cat cafe you weren’t sure where you would’ve ended up.

And then when Suga jumped up on the bed filling the room with loud purrs as you scratched the top of his head you slowly drifted in and out of sleep while pondering the question of who rescued who?

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I'm glad your life is slowly coming together. 

It's so devastating to see our parents' health deteriorating. My mother fell ill with Covid back in December, and hasn't been able to recuperate ever since. I worry about her every day. I wish you strength and good health for your parents in the given circumstances. 

I loved Who Rescued Who, I check your blog almost every day for an update. However, as I see it, it's only pwp stories that stir interest in readers nowadays; it gets the likes and reblogs. Nobody is interested in romance stories any more. 

Once, I read Stephen King's book about writing in which he said that your first audience is you yourself, so you should write stories that excite you and make you happy. He writes the first draft for himself, the final version for his wife. I think you should treat writing similarly: create stories for yourself that can help you cope with stress and anxiety. Later you can add details that satisfy the needs of your audience. 

Thank you so much for all of the kind words! I hope that your mother can gain her strength back.

I agree with the pwp statement. I’ve read so many incredible stories that are beautifully written, but hardly get any attention while some stories are just 100% pure pwp and they’re loved and praised. There’s nothing wrong with pwp. I read them and there are a few I like that are really well written, but it can be discouraging to see that.

I appreciate your advice. I do really want to get back into writing and will definitely think about writing whatever comes to me! I also still appreciate any ideas too!

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Is everything okay? You went MIA. I hope all is well with you, your family, your parents and the job hunt.

Hi! I’m still here.

Both of my parents FINALLY came home from the hospital after like three months. They’re doing better, but still aren’t and probably never will be the same. We’re making it work though.

I got offered a job this week. It’s way less hours than I need so once I get through onboarding and training I’ll have to look for a second job. But it’s a hospital job so good experience and I’m hoping it turns into something more one day. It’s just not going to really help financially at the moment.

Now that some of the stress is relieved I want to get back into writing. I’ve slowly been working on the second part of Who Rescued Who, but it didn’t seem like people were too interested in it which made me loose interest in writing it. It’s a work in progress though.

I need some ideas so if anyone has any please send them my way! Or any questions or anything you’d like to talk about!! ♥️

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Hi, I read the first part of Who Rescued Who while using public transportation, and I laughed out so loudly during the drunk scene that many passengers thought I was a maniac. Thank you for brightening up my day. I sincerely hope that all is well with you.

Aw I’m so happy to hear that!

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Cat Cafe Owner Yoongi x Female Reader

Summary: With only a few dollars left to your name you weren’t sure how you were going to survive. Thankfully, Suga’s Cat Cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. Not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe owner named Yoongi. At first you believed it was him that saved you at your worst, but as time went on you started to wonder…who rescued who?

Warnings: Mentions of depression, suicide, anxiety, lots of angst, injury, getting drunk, talking about consent and being taken advantage of in a sexual way, tiny bit of smut (maybe), will update more later

Word Count for Part 1: 5,712

Small change of plans because after thinking it over I’ve decided to split this into two parts. With everything going on with my parents and my job search and everything it would take me a while to be able to post the whole finished thing. So here is part 1 and I’ll be working on part 2 over the next week or two.

Hope everyone likes it! Let me know your thoughts! I may not always reply, but I do read all of them.

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Nervously you fidgeted with your fingers as you stood off to the side trying to stay out of the way of the other staff members running around. Some guy at the front counter, his name tag said Namjoon, told you to enter into the small break room and the manger would be with you shortly.

Today was your first day on the job at Suga’s Cat Cafe. Your official title was Cat Enthusiast, but at the end of the day it was just a fancy way of saying customer service/cleaner of cat messes. It was by no means your dream job, but it paid decently as far as cafe jobs went and came with unlimited free coffee, both things you desperately needed as you were down to your last few dollars.

Life had been throwing nonstop punches lately. You were suddenly been let go from your dream job in the fashion industry and then a few days later you came home to find your fiancé cheating on you with one of your best friends. It left you hurt, and angry, but it was especially concerning that you were now also broke and homeless. Thankfully a different friend managed to help you find a tiny apartment, but bills were piling up and your first months rent was due soon and you were panicking. You were about to give up on life when you got the call that the job at the cafe was yours.

Finally after what felt like forever the door swung open and a man walked in. His light pink hair definitely stood out, but somehow looked almost natural on him. The cat shaped name tag pinned to his shirt read Jimin. “Sorry I’m late Y/N.”, he sighed., “Things are just crazy lately.”

You took the two tshirts and your own cat shaped name tag out of his hands along with a set of keys on a purple lanyard.

“The shirts are part of the uniform. You get two free, but we can order you more for a small cost if you’d like. Pants are your choice just make sure you look presentable and wear comfy shoes! Trust me! Since you’ll be working the closing shift you have keys to lock up the cafe. There is also a register key for emergencies. And this key opens up the supply closets. Please please please.”, he begged, “Please do not loose the keys. Yoongi will have my head if he has to have more made.”

You nodded, “Noted. Guard the keys with my life.” Jimin laughed giving you the first look at his heart warming smile.

“Come on! Get changed and then I’ll give you a quick a tour of the place.”, he said.

He left the room closing the door behind him giving you the chance to put on one of the tshirts in the bathroom and then place the rest of your belongings into one of the employee lockers.

When you exited the break room he was on the phone with someone talking about ordering a new set of mugs and something about Suga needing his fur thoroughly brushed.

“Yes I know. I will brush his fur with one hundred strokes and not one less.”, Jimin rolled his eyes, “Alright I have to go. I’m training the new girl.”

He started leading you down the hallway, “Sorry that was the owner. He’s supposed to be on vacation, but I swear he works harder when he’s not here than when he is.”

“He sounds tough to work for.”, you winced and suddenly your easy job taking care of cats wasn’t sounding so great after all.

“He’s really not.”, Jimin reassured you, “Yoongi’s just…he’s been through a lot, doesn’t really like people…prefers cats. It takes a while for him to trust others and open up to them, but once he does he is the sweetest sweetheart you’ll ever meet.“

He walked you through the long hallway opening random doors mostly leading to storage rooms or broom closets. “This is our meet and greet room.”, he said opening up the last door on the left, “If anyone is interested in adopting one of our cats and would like some alone time with them they can have a meeting with the cat back in here.”

Then he turned to the door on the right, “And this one leads up to Yoongi’s office/apartment so don’t go up there unless you absolutely need to…I mean like the place is on fire need to. Yoongi does not like others in his home.”

Then he walked you back up front to the small kitchen area. He pointed out the different cups and showed you how to work the machines, “Luckily most people are just here for the cats so they don’t really care much about the drinks.”, he chuckled, “The coffees are pretty basic. We’re not like a specialty coffee shop or anything. We have hot or iced. The coffee beans are just something Yoongi orders from Costco and we grind here. We have your basics like sugar, cream, whole milk, oat milk and we have different syrup flavors. Currently we have mocha, vanilla, caramel, and hazelnut and then we usually have a seasonal flavor like in the fall we have pumpkin spice and the winter we add peppermint to the rotation. There are also a few selections of hot tea as well as bottles of iced tea and water. All of the bakery is purchased already made from Jin’s Bakery a few blocks over.”, he exhaled, “So uh yeah it’s all pretty simple. You’ll pick it up in no time! Any questions?”

He made it seem so easy, but you were definitely feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Don’t worry Y/N. You’ll get used to it. Everyone always seems a little worried at first. We have a great team that will be ready to help any time. You’ll mostly be working with Jungkook…speaking of which.”, Jimin put his hands on his hips and sighed while looking around the room, “This kid. He’s lucky Yoongi has such a soft spot for him.” You had no idea who he was talking about until you followed his line of sight as he shook head head at a younger man walking through the door, large backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Kook! You’re late again!”, he shouted.

“Sorry sorry I’m so sorry.”, the man gasped running up to you both, “I got out of class late and then I missed the bus. I took the next one, but it broke down half way here and I had to run the rest of the way.”

“You know that expensive little box you carry around in your packet 24/7? Well you can use it to text other people besides women.”, Jimin said while side eyeing him.

“I know I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Jimin gave up after that and instead introduced you, “Y/N this is Jungkook, Jungkook this is Y/N. You two are going to be working the closing shifts together.”

You smiled and nodded while he did the same.

“I need to go make a few calls so Jungkook will introduce you to all of the cats and show you where their food is and how that’s all handled since it’s about dinner time anyways.”, Jimin ordered before leaving you with a wave and walking into the office.

Jungkook was really nice, quite sweet, and very handsome. You gladly followed him around smiling as he introduced you to each one of the cats and told you a little about them. It was clear he loved his job.

“This one is named Princess because she’s the prettiest princess in the city. Her favorite treats are salmon flavored and she loves getting her fur brushed, but only with the purple brush. Don’t even think about using the green one. She will revolt.

And this one, his named is Minnie. He acts tough like he hates you, but deep down he’s the fluffiest little guy there is.

And here we have Koya. He likes going on long walks and having his belly rubbed while you read to him.

Bunny is the diva of the group. She knows what she wants and doesn’t care who she has to destroy to get it.

Hope is the cuddle bug. She will take any cuddles that she can get. She definitely has no sense of stranger danger…we’re working on it.

Winter Bear is a sassy pants…that’s… that’s all I have to say about him.

RJ is a grumpy old man, but don’t tell him that. He’ll get even grumpier and then he takes it out on Bunny and then they end up not speaking to each other and it’s just a whole ordeal.

And this one is Suga. He’s the only cat that isn’t up for adoption because he’s Yoongi’s pet cat so he pretty much runs the show.”

You cooed as you bent down to pet the black cat who was purring loudly against your hand.

“Wow.”, Jungkook laughed in surprise, “I worked here for like six months before he even let me touch him and I’m pretty sure he still wants to bite my hand off. He must really like you.”

You felt a sense of warmth fill you knowing that the cat tolerated you better than anyone else already. It was kind of like getting along with your coworker in a weird way.

Dinner time was like something you had never experienced before. Yoongi was apparently extremely particular about making sure that the cats were very well taken care of which you appreciated that he cared so much and that this wasn’t just a business to him, but at the same time you also hated that you were meticulously weighing out the exact recommended portion of a horrible smelling can of seafood delight for each cat except Princess who of course had a menu of her own. Then you were adding a couple drops of this vitamin and a few sprinkles of another. By the time you were done setting all of the bowls up it felt like you had just completed a science experiment.

The rest of your shift was spent cleaning and wiping and sweeping and cleaning some more. Who knew cats could be so messy so much of the time?

You took a few orders and made a few drinks with the help of Jungkook, but it seemed like he was happier doing the customer service portion anyways which you didn’t mind. You liked dealing with cats more than people to be honest.

Over a few weeks you started getting a routine down at the cafe. You got closer with the cats and also Jungkook. The two of you even put together a little goodbye party when Koya got adopted. Jimin checked in often and made sure you were acclimating well. You also met your other coworkers, Namjoon, Hobi, and Taehyung. They were all very friendly and welcoming. You really felt like things were starting to turn around and that you were finally going in the right direction after it seemed like everything had been falling apart for so long.

Until one dreary rainy night it didn’t seem like that any more. You had closed up the cafe and were just about home when you realized you had left your phone charging on the table in the break room. Part of you considered just leaving it there and getting it the next day, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go all night without it. You also knew that Taehyung was a man of many pranks and you needed to make sure he didn’t get your phone into his possession. So reluctantly you turned around and made the walk back to the cafe.

Since it was so late and you didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself, meaning you didn’t need a gaggle of cats screaming at you for their third dinner, you kept the light off and tiptoed as quietly as possible to the break room to retrieve your phone.

Once that mission was accomplished you quietly tiptoed back down the hallway to the front door. With your face buried in your social medias catching up on your missed notifications you weren’t aware of your surroundings until you walked headfirst into another person.

You jumped back in shock. The other person yelped in surprise since their own face was buried deep into a folder of paperwork that was now scattered everywhere as they were also unaware of your presence.

“I am so sorry.”, you apologized bending down to help clean up the papers.

“No no no just leave it please.”, he hissed at you, “Who are you and how did get in here?”, he questioned angrily as he scooped up the mess.

“Y/N, I uh I work here. I’m part of the closing shift.”

“Okay? And the cafe closed two hours ago. Why are you still here?”

You were starting to get a little scared, “I-I got home and realized I forgot my phone in the break room so I came back to get it.”

“And you didn’t think to call or text someone?”, he sneered.

“Well my uh my phone was here so I couldn’t.”, you mumbled trying to keep your cool.

“Ever heard of a pay phone?”

“It’s 2025…I don’t…I don’t even know if there are pay phones any more.”, you said. You could feel your anger rising at the rudeness of this guy when you noticed a black ball of fur rubbing against his legs, a loud purr rumbling from within Suga’s chest.

“Yoongi?”, you asked.

“Yeah….”, he replied running a hand through his already messy hair, “I’m sorry for snapping at you. Y/N was it?” You nodded and took his extended hand into a handshake.

“That was very unprofessional of me. It’s not an excuse, but I’ve just got a lot going on at the moment and you scared me quite a bit.”, he continued, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here this late at night.”

“It’s okay.”, you shook your head, “I shouldn’t have just entered back into the building after hours without notifying a manager or something.”

Awkwardly you stood there internally praying you were still going to be employed after this. Then you made an observation of the shirt he was wearing and decided to try and pull the conversation in your favor. “Oh you like Halsey?!”, you exclaimed, “Did you go to the concert a few months ago? I really really wanted to, but ticket prices were insane.” When you noticed he hadn’t responded and was organizing the papers in his hands instead you apologized once more and excused yourself to the front door feeling the embarrassment overwhelm you. “Have a good night Yoongi!”, you cheerily said still trying to stay on his good side. You bent down to give Suga a few pats too, “Good night to you too. Go get some sleep so you’re not a grumpy butt tomorrow.”

The rain and wind had really picked up even more than earlier which you were not excited about because you should already be home and comfy and warm in your bed. But you had no choice so you pulled up the hood of your jacket and zipped up when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Yoongi was standing there texting away on his phone, “Let me order a ride for you, an Uber or something. It’s the least I can do after treating you like that.”

“On no it’s okay.”, you smiled, “I really don’t mind walking.”

He insisted though so you sat in the corner of the cafe patiently waiting for the driver to arrive. Yoongi had long returned back to his apartment upstairs leaving you to sit alone and ponder the nights events.

When you got to work the next day you couldn’t help but notice the way Jimin kept smiling in your direction. And it wasn’t his normal friendly sometimes flirty smile that he used with everyone. It was borderline mischievous.

“Anything…uh interesting happen last night?”, he playfully asked as you helped him fold the never ending pile of towels and blankets.

You shook your head, “Nope. Why do you ask?”

“Oh I don’t know. Just making polite conversation I suppose.”

The two of you returned to silence as you continued on with the laundry.

Unexpectedly he spoke up and said, “Listen to any new Halsey songs lately?” Your movements froze, “I mean…doesn’t everyone? Why, what did you hear?” He shrugged his shoulders before running off to handle a customer issue up front.

While Jimin seemed to know something you didn’t, nothing much changed with Yoongi. You did see him down in the cafe more often during the evenings than you had before. He would be going through some paperwork or double checking the inventory counts, nothing too out of the ordinary for someone that owned the place. He was never particularly friendly even though you tried to get him to open up a little. Unfortunately you never got much back in return.

“Hey did you catch that game last night? That last second shot was crazy.”

“Yeah it was cool.”

“You see the new Billboard Hot 100 list? I have to say that I disagree but what’s your opinion?”

“Never looked it up.”

“There’s a really good bbq place a few blocks away. Maybe we could check it out some time. You know…to cater a work lunch or something.”

“Mmhm maybe”.

It seemed like no matter how hard you tried he was just unwilling to really make any effort. Slowly you backed off, but you weren’t going to completely give up yet.

“I made brownies!”, you exclaimed setting the plate down on the table in the break room, “And I decorated them to look like cats!”

“Thanks.”, Yoongi muttered before walking out of the room without even trying them or looking up from the clipboard he was writing on.

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard.”, Jungkook mumbled inbetween mouthfuls of a brownie, “The last thing Yoongi is interested in is a relationship. Unless you’re a cat…he won’t even notice you exist.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, you said faking innocence.

“Come on Y/N.”, he scoffed before taking another brownie, “Everyone can see it. You get to work early all the time. You drag your feet at night trying to stay late hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Always bringing snacks and food. Trying to make conversation about things he likes even if you don’t…like sports. You like him. Some might even say you have a crush on him.”

You rolled your eyes doing your best to ignore what he was saying and not show that it was striking a nerve with you.

“Look.”, he said standing up, “I’ve worked here for a couple of years. I know Yoongi and I know how he is with people and you’re wasting your time. I’m just telling you this as your co-worker and friend so that you don’t end up getting hurt in the end.”

His words stuck with you through the rest of your shift and even for the next few ones as well. He seemed pretty serious about it and you started to wonder if maybe he was right. Maybe it was pointless and you should let it go because you had made zero progress with Yoongi.

But then one evening Yoongi came up to you gently cradling a beautiful kitten against his chest who he introduced as the newest addition to the cafe crew. Excitedly he held up the little tabby cat and proudly announced her name as Halsey. You looked on and smiled as he snuggled against her fur. That was the moment you needed to give you just a little bit of hope and increase your motivation to not give up just yet.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that you experienced the first odd happening with Yoongi. It was late in the night on your day off when you received a text from him begging you to work a double shift the next day. Something about Jimin eating questionable sushi and being unable to make it to work and he asked everyone else and they’re all busy and you were his last chance. It wasn’t something you really wanted to do because there was a reason you applied for the evening shift after all because you hated mornings. But you could really use the money right now and when he sent another text begging even more you felt bad and against your better judgement you agreed.

So the following morning you arrived at the cafe at the crack of dawn. Yoongi was already entering something in on the computer. You mumbled a good morning and beelined it for the coffee machines, once again thankful for the free coffee perk.

“How do you like yours?”, you asked when he walked up beside you.

“Black.”

“Eww that’s no fun.”

“It’s coffee. What is supposed to be fun about it? I drink it for the caffeine rush.”

“Alrighty then.”, you sighed not in the mood for a discussion. Yoongi stood off the side making a disgusted face as he watched you added a few pumps of vanilla and a few hazelnut and then a couple scoops of sugar for good measure. “Do you want any coffee with your sugar?”, he questioned.

You sipped on the coffee feeling the life come back into your body instantly so you chose to ignore his comment.

Suga jumped up on the front counter to get your attention. You liked to think he was happy to see you so early.

“My sweet Suga boy. Good morning. Did you sleep okay?”, you cooed like usual scratching at the spot just behind his left ear that always got him going. The cat happily leaned into your touch.

“Wow…Jimin said that Suga seemed to really like you but I didn’t think it was to this extent. I think I might have some competition.”, Yoongi laughed.

“He’s a sweetheart. When did you adopt him?”

Suga had now move his attention back over to Yoongi. He picked him up and cradled him against himself, “Ohhh probably about four years ago. Right before I opened this cafe. He was rescued from a pretty bad situation. I had just gotten out of one myself and decided I wanted to adopt a cat for some companionship. I was eyeing him the whole time and then the woman at the shelter said that statistically black cats are less likely to get adopted and it was even lower for unfriendly ones. Suga had been at the shelter for over a year without anyone ever showing interest in him. I know what that feels like and…noone deserves that so I adopted him. It took some time and a lot of work but he’s coming around.”

“Yeah you did a good thing.”, you smiled watching Suga lazily flop onto his side so Yoongi could scratch his belly.

Later that day you were ringing up a customer when Jungkook came in with a few of his friends.

“Y/N what are you doing working so early? Not leaving the closing crew on me are you?”, he playfully asked.

“No no.”, you chuckled, “There was no one else to work so I’m doing a double to help Yoongi.”

“Man why didn’t he call me?”, he pouted, “I’m dying for some more hours.”

Your brows furrowed. Yoongi said he had called everyone and you were his last hope, “B-But he said he called everyone else?”

“Nope.”, Jungkook said double checking his recent calls and texts, “I got nothing.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Yoongi pretending to wipe down an already sparkling clean table and he did it with a noticeable blush on his cheeks.

“Weird…maybe he accidentally called the wrong number.”, you finally replied unsure of what else to say. He shrugged it off and proceeded to order a coffee and a few for his friends too. Before he left he slid a flyer across the counter at you, “I’m performing at this bar down on campus next Saturday. If you’re not busy maybe you can come watch.”

You nodded and accepted the flyer, “Yeah I’ll definitely think about it.”

Curiously Yoongi came over to look over the flyer which gave you an idea.

“Hey want to go with me? Maybe we can grab dinner or something before and then go show our support for our Kookie.”, you asked him.

“Kookie?”, he questioned with an eyebrow raise, “I don’t know. I’m not much of a bar person and if you two are going to need the night off then someone has to be here…”

You sighed, “Yoongi…Namjoon and Taehyung can handle the evening shift for one night. They’re dying for more hours. Plus it won’t kill you to go out and have a little fun once in a while.”

“I’ll think about it.”, was all he said before walking off. And after some begging on your part to get Namjoon to agree to switch shifts for the day and a few promises that it will be fun, Yoongi finally agreed to go with you to the show. He even shocked everyone and accepted your invitation to dinner.

He arrived at your apartment at 7pm exactly. His ripped blue jeans and white button down fit perfectly and were a nice change from the usual tshirt and black pants you were used to seeing him in around the cafe. A light woody vanilla scent filled the air between you.

“Are you wearing cologne Min Yoongi?”, you smirked noticing the immediate redness run down his neck.

It took everything in you to peel your eyes away and not stare too long at him.

“Ready?!”, you cheerfully asked before leading him back down the hall and into the elevator.

You spent most of the dinner trying to get to know more about him. Asking questions about his family, his friends, where he grew up, but he didn’t really seem to want to give up much information. After the entire time all you got was that he didn’t have much contact which his parents, he had one brother who lived on the other side of the world, no friends even though he did smile a little when you mentioned Jimin, he liked basketball, music, and cats which you already knew all of that no nothing new.

Most of the dinner was you telling him about your family, your friends, your cheating ex, the dream job you lost, and your future goals. He nodded and smiled when you said something funny. He was attentive and listened to you so even though he didn’t say much you still had a good time.

When the bill came he refused to let you pay anything no matter how much you pleaded.

“If you wanted to take me on a date you could’ve just asked!”, you joked.

“I don’t date my employees.”, he mumbled unable to make eye contact with you. Even though you were joking to begin with (kind of) his response did end up hurting just a bit but you were able to recover quickly and laugh it off to get on with the rest of the night.

Jungkook’s set was great. He really had a talent for performing and when he got a standing ovation at the end you may have been the one cheering him on the loudest.

“Y/N! What did you think?”, Jungkook asked after running up to you at the bar. “You did great! I didn’t know you were so talented.”, you smiled.

“Hey, I want to introduce you to someone.”, he said pulling another guy over next to him. He was tall and muscular with a nice smile. “This is one of my good friends Mingyu. He helps me with a lot of my music and stuff. We met in a dance class a few years ago.”

You smiled politely, “Hi, nice to me you.”

After listening to Jungkook you figured out what he was doing. He was certainly trying to set you up with his friend. Even though he was definitely cute and seemed nice enough you weren’t very interested. You were more concerned about finding out where Yoongi had run off too. He had excused himself to the restroom quite a while ago and you were starting to get worried that maybe he was sick or had something else happen to him.

While you listened to Jungkook hype up his friend you also continued to scan the room looking for any sight of Yoongi. Eventually Jungkook and Mingyu realized you weren’t that interested and also excused themselves to mingle with the rest of the crowd giving you the chance to finally search for your boss/friend/crush.

You quickly found him. Leaning up against the bar finishing up what looked like his third drink judging by the empty glasses in front of him. The bartender was pouring a little more whiskey in a glass before handing it over to him once more. When you walked up next to him you could tell from the way he was swaying and his dilated pupils surrounded by wet flushed skin that he was drunk. When he opened his mouth to speak you found out that he wasn’t just buzzed but was DRUNK drunk.

“Hey ttthhhere cutie pie!”, he slurred, “I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you.”

Oh boy did the alarm bells start ringing in your head.

“Mmmhm I’m sure. I’ve been here the whole time though.”

“Iiiiiii knoooow.”, he hiccuped before booping your nose, “But I saw you and your new boyfriend. I didn’t want to interrupt the romance.” You couldn’t even respond before he kept going, “Th-that guy with Kooookkkooiiiiee. You know…Mr. Extra Small Black Tshirt. I’d have been muscles like that too if I wore clothes out of the kids section.”, he scoffed.

“Yoongi let’s get you home.”

“Why so you can go home and…what do the kids say these days?…Copulate…So you can go home and copulate with him.”

“No.”, you sighed, “And I’m pretty sure no one, especially the kids these days, use that word.”

Getting him back to his place was difficult. You were sweating and panting and already sore from practically carrying him all the way there. Once inside the safety of the cafe the two of you crashed to the ground. Your poor knees just couldn’t take it any longer. Suga came out and greeted you meowing on and on about something. You would like to think it was concern at seeing the state of his owner, but you knew he was just upset from being woken up in the early hours of the morning and was making sure you knew it.

After taking a little break and forcing Yoongi to drink a bottle of water you got up and helped him get up off the floor to then again pull him all the way to the back of the store to where the door to his apartment was.

You remembered Jimin being very clear about never going into Yoongi’s apartment and you didn’t want to break that trust so you opened the door up for him and just hoped he would make it up there okay.

“Alright, go get in bed and sleep this off. I’ll check on you in the morning.”, you said pointing in the direction he needed to go.

“Come upstairs with me.”, he pouted.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“You’re drunk. Go drink some more water and get some sleep.”

“Y/N,”, he said taking a step closer to you, “I want you to. Please. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

You shook your head, “I really don’t think that’s a good idea right now.“

“Why? Because I’m not tall and muscular? Because I don’t wear designer clothes? I’m not talented and perform on a stage? I bet if Jungkook or that other guy asked you would say yes. Is it because I just own a silly little cat cafe?”, he spat seeming hurt, a little angry and also confused.

“No Yoongi. None of that is true. We can talk about this tomorrow.”, you stood firm.

That’s when he did something you never expected. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in to kiss you. Instinctively you melted into it. You let his hands roam your body. You kissed him harder when a little moan escaped him as you ran your hands through his hair ending with a little tug.

But then it all changed. You tasted the left over reminisce of whiskey on his tongue. The smell of the alcohol on him became even stronger in that moment and it brought you back to reality. He was drunk. Drunk beyond coherent consent. He made it clear earlier that he didn’t date his employees. As much as you wanted him you weren’t going to take advantage of him especially since you knew how that felt and you definitely did not want to be seen as a mistake when he woke up sober and realized what happened.

Pulling it together you pushed him away from you., “No Yoongi. We can’t do this. Not now.”

Still not having full control of his body he fell back against the wall, hard. The impact seemed to have sobered him up instantly or sobered him up enough that he realized what had just happened between the two of you.

“I…I…”, he said frantically looking around, “I’m so sorry.” He entered through his apartment door slamming and locking it behind him. You could hear him running up the stairs and slamming another door.

You were left standing there bewildered and afraid and anxious.

The only noise that broke the deafening silence was the loud purring coming from Suga as he walked over to you and lovingly rubbed himself up against your legs.

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<Birthday Cake From Hell>

Yoongi x Female Reader

Summary: You just wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend’s birthday, but the universe had other plans.

Warnings: None really. Very minor injuries and small mention of blood.

This is being posted super late in the day, but I wrote it last minute. I wasn’t going to write anything, but I really wanted to do something for Yoongi’s birthday. I hope everyone likes it!

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It’s fine. This is fine. Everything is fine.

These were things you were saying out loud to yourself as you rushed to try and finish the demon cake from hell as you had named it. A recipe that you had come across on Pinterest one day and knew it would be perfect for Yoongi’s birthday.

It was supposed to be simple. An upside down tangerine cake. It looked beautiful and surely tasted great too. You weren’t necessarily Betty Crocker, but you weren’t a stranger in the kitchen either so you thought you could handle it and were excited to surprise him when he got home from work.

It all started when this morning you had to go to four different stores to purchase all of the ingredients you needed because each one was out of something which really cut into the time you had available before Yoongi got home. You walked into the house scolding yourself for waiting until the last minute to begin with and got to work.

Next the first batch of cake came out super eggy. Almost like a sugar filled omelet. As you looked around the room you saw it. The large 5lb pound bag sitting unopened next to the stand mixer. You had forgot to add the flour, a rookie mistake. You quickly trashed the sugary eggs and started on a new batch only to realize you didn’t have enough eggs this time, so back to the store you went.

You made it back home in record time while also sweaty and out of breath. You cringed thinking about all of the people staring at you and probably gossiping about the crazy woman clutching a dozen eggs to her chest while sprinting down the street.

Quickly you got to work on the next batch of this “easy” cake. The batter was made and you were trying to be fancy while slicing up the tangerines only for the knife to slip. You felt a sharp pain in your thumb which started bleeding instantly. By the time you cleaned your wound, bandaged it, cleaned and sanitized the kitchen and all the utensils, and got the rest of the tangerines sliced (not as prettily as you wanted, but at this point it was the best you could do) thirty-five minutes had gone by and the cake still wasn’t even in the oven.

Next you melted some butter and added the sugar and then you haphazardly laid in the tangerines. The batter went in next after you triple checked to make sure all of the ingredients were in there.

Accidentally your wrist touched one of the oven wracks when you tried to put the pan in. You hissed in pain only to realize it didn’t hurt, not even a little bit, because the oven wasn’t on. You had turned it off when you ran to the store for more eggs and forgot to preheat it again once you got back.

Another fifteen minutes down the drain.

When the oven finally beeped to signal it was up to temp you placed the pan on the middle wrack. Of course you once again accidentally bumped the wrack with your wrist, but this time you did flinch back in pain. At this point you didn’t even care any more. You ignored the burning sensation in your wrist and set your alarm for forty five minutes which would give you barely just enough time to get the cake out of the oven and plated before Yoongi got home.

While it was in the oven you cleaned the kitchen, took an extremely fast shower, and got the presents and balloons ready. Your boyfriend was not a huge fan of grand gestures, but you still liked to put a little razzle dazzle in his birthday as you liked to say.

While running back to the kitchen to try and get a quick dinner made you were startled to find Yoongi already standing in the living room reading over something that was in the mail.

You came to a halt nearly falling over, “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Well as of this morning I lived here”., he laughed, “Has that changed since then?”

“No no no.”, you shook your head, “I uh I just wasn’t expecting you home for like another twenty-Thirty-hopefully sixty minutes.”

Yoongi wasn’t dumb. He knew you had something planned so he went along with it and decided to help you out. “Well I’m gonna go take a shower and get changed into something comfy. It was a long day.”, he said before giving you a kiss and heading off to the bedroom.

Cooking dinner was not much more kinder to you than the cake had been.

One of the steaks was already spoiled so you were down to only one and you knew Yoongi would never allow you to not eat with him so the two of you were going to have to share.

The lid of the salt shaker fell off spilling salt all over the potatoes. With no other choice you rinsed them off the best you could and we’re going to hope for the best.

Since the heat was too high the carrots turned to mush before you could save them. And that steak…You were trying to transfer it to a plate to rest when your wrist gave out and you dropped it right into a bowl that was full of soapy water from soaking in the sink. It was almost comical at that point and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

Then you heard the shower turn off and knew you were running out of time. You needed a plan B.

Pizza! Yoongi loves pizza and what’s better than celebrating your birthday with a greasy salty pizza and some wings and a few beers while watching a basketball game. So you ran off to get your phone that you left in the bedroom to call in the order to his favorite pizza place when you ran head on into the birthday boy. His hair still a little damp from the shower. He smelled like lavender and looked so soft and comfy and after you exhausting day you just wanted to melt into him and forget everything.

“In a hurry?”, he questioned.

“Uh yeah. I um need my phone.”, you said trying to get past him, but he stopped you and pulled your phone out of the pocket of his sweats.

“The alarm was going off the whole time I was in the shower.”, he said handing it over to you.

“Alarm?”, you whispered trying to remember why you had set an alarm.

Then it hit you. Your eyes widened in shock, “The alarm!!!”

You sprinted back to the kitchen where as soon as the oven door was opened the room filled with black smoke.

Yoongi who was close behind you pulled you out of the way and grabbed the pot holders. He gently pulled the pan out of the oven and sat it down on the cooling rack.

You stared at the charred cake. You could feel tears begin to fall.

“Hey Y/N…Y/N look at me.”, Yoongi said slightly crouching down to get at your eye level. He wiped away your tears gently with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry.”, you sniffled, “I’m sorry. I wanted to make your day special and every single thing I did turned out to be a mess. I ruined your birthday.”

“Y/N, all I need for my birthday is you by my side. I appreciate you trying to do all of this. It’s so sweet and thoughtful. That means more to me than anything. Sometimes things don’t work out like we want them too and that’s okay. We adapt and move on. Let’s order food and chill on the couch. All I really want for my birthday is for you to be in my arms anyways.”

Deep down you knew he was 100% serious, but you still felt terrible that everything had gone wrong. “I love you Yoongi.”, you sighed leaning your forehead against his chest.

He kissed the top of your head., “I love you too. I’ll help get this all cleaned up and then we’ll order food and put on a movie or something.”

You agreed and began throwing things away and wiping down the counter.

Yoongi gave you a questioning look when he pulled the steak out of the bowl of soapy water.

“Don’t ask.”, you grumbled and returned back to your task.

You went to grab the cake to toss it in the trash, but he stopped you.

When he noticed your confused look he smiled, “I can’t not have a bite of cake on my birthday and I know you worked hard on this.”

“Yoongi you really don’t hav-“

He dug the fork in and took a bite anyways. You could hear him crunching down on the burnt sugar while trying his best not to make a face.

“Yum.”, he smiled after forcing the bite down.

You rolled your eyes before tossing the cake into the trash and mumbling about the, “Stupid demon cake from hell.”

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Cat Cafe Owner Yoongi x Female Reader

Summary: With only a few dollars left to your name you weren’t sure how you were going to survive. Thankfully, Suga’s Cat Cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. Not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe owner named Yoongi. At first you believed it was him that saved you at your worst, but as time went on you started to wonder…who rescued who?

Warnings: Mentions of depression, suicide, anxiety, lots of angst, injury, tiny bit of smut (maybe), will update more later

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It’s going to take a little longer than I expected to get the full story finished and posted. Maybe another week or so.

But here is a little teaser below:

Yoongi dropped down onto the bed next to you before he curled into your side resting his head on your shoulder. His arms lazily wrapped around your waist. You could feel the heat from his breath against your neck while you carded your fingers through his damp hair.

“W-was that okay?”, he questioned nervously, “It’s been a while since I’ve done that.”, he added with a small laugh.

“Everything was perfect.”, you whispered trying to reassure him, “You’re perfect Yoongi…in every way.”

The compliment only embarrassed him further causing him to bury his face into your skin even more as a way to try and soothe himself. “Please don’t say things like that Y/N.”, he mumbled into your skin, “Please don’t say sweet loving things that you don’t mean. I don’t know if my heart can handle any more hurt.”

It was then that you realized he was crying.

“Hey.”, you softly said using your finger to tilt his chin up to look at you, “I mean it. I really do Yoongi. You’re perfect to me.“

He shook his head, “I’m the farthest thing from that. I’ll end up hurting you one day. You’ll leave like everyone else…because of me. I just know it. So please don’t think I’m perfect. It’ll make it less painful for you when I inevitably ruin everything like I always do.”

You let him cry for a while. You knew he needed it. But when it sounded like his sniffles were subsiding and his breathing was leveling out and turning into soft snores you pulled his hand up to your lips giving it a kiss and interlocking your fingers tightly with his, “I love you so much Min Yoongi and no matter how hard you try to chase me away…I’ll always fight to be here with you. We’ll fight to be here together.”

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Just checking in to see how you and your parents are doing. Hope all is well!

My mom is home recovering and my dad is beating the odds but it’ll still be a while before he’s able to come home. It’s a lot to handle especially while job searching and taking care of a toddler, but we’re getting through it. Thank you so much for asking!

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Here is the third and final part of this one. Sorry for the delay! It’s not my best work, but it’s been a really tough couple of weeks with my parents both having emergency surgery for separate things within a week of each other and I didn’t want to get too far behind so I tried to get this done when I could. I still hope you like it! Warning, it’s a little darker than I normally write.

Part 1 Part 2 (the other parts are in my master list. Tumblr is being weird and not letting me add the links so I’ll update that later).

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Yoongi x Female Reader. Soulmates.

Warnings: Violence, murder, guns, threats, death, angst

In all of your past lives you were always the one that got the short end of the stick. The one that was lowest on the totem pole with no money and no power while Yoongi always lived grandeur lives filled with wealth and glory.

But here you were pointing a loaded pistol at a blindfolded Yoongi as he kneeled down on the ground before you. His life was in your hands and the tables had turned…significantly.

With shaking fingers you pulled down the blindfold watching as he blinked a few times to adjust to the minimal light available.

“What’s wrong princess? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”, he smirked.

In less than a second you had the gun cocked and pointed inches away from his forehead. You expected him to flinch or turn away, maybe even beg you not to but he did none of that. Instead he leaned in resting his forehead directly against the barrel of the gun. “Do it.”, he demanded, “Do it princess. I’m tired.”

You wanted nothing more. It would actually bring you great joy to take his life as punishment for the centuries of hell he had put you through.

“Y/N.”, Baek said walking up next to you, but you ignored him. Instead you stared into Yoongi’s eyes. He acted tough like he didn’t care, like life didn’t matter to him. But you didn’t spend thousands of years with someone without learning a bit about them. Like the way his jaw tensed when he was upset or the way he blinked too much when he was scared. From looking him over you could see that he was not as confident about dying as he wanted everyone to believe and for some reason, a reason you absolutely resented, you pulled the gun away tucking it into your back pocket because you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Get up.”, you spat instead.

“Not until you say please.”, he teased.

You leaned in right next to his ear, “Please get up and follow me right now or I promise I will put a hole the size of a 9mm bullet in your forehead.”

“I like it when you talk sexy to me.”, he said only infuriating you more, but he did get up this time trying to shake off the hands of the men still holding onto him.

“You all can go. I’ll take this one to the boss myself.”, you proclaimed.

“No I don’t think so. What gives you the right to make changes to the plan?”, one of the men questioned.

“Because.I.Said.So.”, you said before pulling the trigger of your gun. The man dropped to the floor motionless. You had just killed the boss’s little brother. “Anyone else care to challenge my orders?”, you shouted waving your gun around. The group of men all shook their heads and slowly backed away to exit the warehouse.

“You good?”, Baek asked with his own hands up in defense. He was concerned about your erratic behavior.

“Yeah.”, you nodded, “I’ll handle this one myself like I said.”

He was unsure about leaving you, but wanted to be able to walk out of there alive so he breathed a sigh of defeat before heading back out to the waiting car.

“Move.”, you hissed at Yoongi wanting to get both of you to safety. Word about your unplanned kill had surely gotten back to the boss already and you knew he would be looking for an explanation.

“Make me.”, he grinned and refused to follow after you. You took out your gun firing one shot inches away from his feet creating sparks as the bullet grazed against the concrete. He jumped before quickly stepping over to you, “Alright alright Jeeze.“

You were on high alert as you made the short walk back to your car.

“Can you untie me please?”, Yoongi asked after you opened up the passenger door for him.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No Yoongi.”

“Please I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

“Get in the car now. When we get somewhere safe I’ll untie you.”

He was hesitant, but still got in the car and you slammed the door shut after him.

“Where are we?”, Yoongi asked looking around the small dilapidated apartment. “My safe house.”, you answered. A studio apartment a couple hours outside of the city that you bought under an alias and paid for in cash. It wasn’t much. But it gave you somewhere to hide when/if you needed it.

You put down two cups of instant noodles on the table and invited him to sit next to you. When you realized he wasn’t eating you finally untied his arms noticing the way the rope had cut into his skin leaning is raw and bleeding. “I’ll get you something to clean that with.”, you said trying to get up but he stopped you. Instead the two of you ate in awkward silence.

“How did you end up becoming such a badass?”, he questioned when your meals were done.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Out of necessity I guess. How did you end up in this position?”, you questioned.

“Out of necessity.”, he chuckled but when you didn’t laugh he continued, “My brother owed a debt to someone he referred to as The Boss. He paid it off in full, but they claimed he was short so they murdered him on our front porch. I made it my life mission to find the guy who ordered him dead and kill him myself.”

“Yoongi he’s going to kill you.”, you said.

“Not if I get to him first.”, he scoffed.

“No.”, you shook your head, “You don’t understand. It’s not just one guy you have to get. The boss has people all over the word. People who are sworn to protect him at all costs. You will die Yoongi.”

“Then why did you save me tonight? Hmmm? If I’m going to die anyways why let me live another night?”

“Does it matter? I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to know why you were there.”

“Okay…well you know now and I know that you have an arsenal of loaded guns in that bag so go ahead and kill me now.”, he said, “Isn’t that your job now? To be a murder?”

You glared at him, “Why are you playing this game? Do you enjoy the thrill of it? An adrenaline junky?”

“Yes and yes.”, he responded earning an even deeper glare from you. He continued, “I know what you really want. Why you saved me. And I’m not going to fall in love and marry you Y/N. Not in this life time. I have more important things to accomplish.”

You stood up with a deep sigh, “Well lucky for you Min Yoongi, I don’t give a fuck about that any more.”

He watched as you walked off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Once in the comfort of the shower with the hot water pouring down you did allow yourself to finally cry for the first time in a while. Did you cry because you killed one of the boss’s little brother out of anger at someone else and now there was going to be a target on your back? Yes a little. Did you cry because maybe Yoongi was right and seeing him did bring up those old feelings that maybe the two of you could fall in love and finally put an end to your centuries long soulmate chase? Yes more than you originally planned.

When you finally exited the bathroom Yoongi was sitting against the wall staring outside the window. He only turned to look at you once he felt the floor shift as you sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry I upset you Y/N. I uh I shouldn’t have brought up the soulmate thing again.”, he said with a tight lipped smile.

“It’s fine.”, you whispered, “I gave up on that a long time ago and just accepted it.”

“You know I have always cared for you Y/N…even if it didn’t seem like it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, “Caring about me doesn’t solve anything Yoongi. You’re never going to love me the way I want you to and that’s it. We’ll be playing this game for eternity.”

“Y/N.”, he sighed, but was cut off when the door to your apartment suddenly slammed open. The two of you scrambled to get up as fast as you could backing into the corner. A familiar sight slowly walked into the room.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry.”, Baek whispered looking at you with a deep sadness in his eyes, “Just go peacefully. Please don’t fight it.” Your heart sank because you knew what he meant. He was the only person you had given the address of your safe house to and you knew that his life had been on the line for him to give you up. You couldn’t exactly blame him. It was common in this business.

Six men with guns drawn walked into the little room. Neither you nor Yoongi put up much of a fight, you both knew there was no use at that point.

The warehouse you arrived at was very similar to the one you had been in earlier. You and Yoongi were thrown down on the ground making you wince at the impact. You looked over to check on Yoongi and he was already looking in your direction to check on you as well.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”, the boss said as he walked in puffing on a large cigar.

“My dear dear Y/N. You were my best. My most reliable. I’ve always had a soft spot for you, kind of like the daughter I never had. So you can imagine the heartbreak I felt earlier finding out you murdered my brother. And over this…this lowlife delinquent.”, he said pointing over to Yoongi. You felt a burning sensation in your shoulder as the boss put out his cigar against your skin.

“Don’t touch her.”, Yoongi gritted through his teeth trying to break free.

“Awww how adorable.”, the boss laughed, “You don’t want me to hurt your little soulmate.” You felt like all the air in your lungs left your body and Yoongi froze. “That’s right. I know everything. And now it all makes sense why you didn’t bring him to me earlier like I asked.”, the boss said turning his attention back to you, “Y/N, was it worth it? Was risking your own life to save someone who does not care about you at all worth it?”

“That’s not true.”, Yoongi spat, “She has nothing to do with this so leave her alone. This is between you and me.”

The boss grinned, “You know Yoongi, Originally I thought you were just some troublemaker punk. But now that I see you clearly, I remember you quite well actually. I remember you answering the door with a basketball in your hands. I remember the way you ran off to get your brother. And I remember the look on your face after I shot and killed him simply because I wanted to right there on your porch.”

You watched as Yoongi thrashed his body trying to escape the grip of the men that were holding him back. He cursed and hurled insults at the boss and tears began to fall down his cheeks at the memory of his brothers murder.

“Here’s the thing.”, the boss said walking back over to you, “I believe in an eye for an eye. Yoongi, I killed your brother…Y/N here killed my brother because of you. So technically we should be even, but…my brother was a loyal, hardworking, sharpshooter who brought great value to my business while your brother was a loser with a gambling addiction who brought nothing but shame to your family so I don’t really think they were on the same level meaning we’re not even. So…”, he smiled pushing the barrel of a pistol into the side of your head, “I think I may just take another life to really make it even.”

You closed your eyes preparing to die when you heard Yoongi speak up, “Take me instead.”

That’s when you looked up to see him staring at you. His eyes were filled with guilt. You could see it. He continued, “If you want to kill someone then kill me. I deserve to die. She doesn’t. She deserves to live a long happy life with someone who loves her back even if they aren’t her soulmate this time around.”

“I like you Yoongi.”, the boss smirked, “It’s too bad you betrayed me because you would’ve been a great addition to my crew.” He walked over to Yoongi. “I don’t normally accept deals I didn’t offer, but this one seems fair.”, he pushed the gun against the side of his head, “Any last words?”

Yoongi looked at you, “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for the past. I’m sorry for the present. But in the future I promise to make it right. I promise we’ll find each other and I promise I’ll give you…give us a chance in the next life.”

The sound of the gunshot was one of the most deafening things you had ever heard. You squeezed your eyes shut unable to bare the sight of what laid in front of you, but you could hear a bunch of footsteps moving in your direction. You felt something being placed in your pocket before arms picked you up off of the ground.

“24 hours Y/N. I’m going to give you 24 hours to run as far away as you can and never return.,” the boss whispered in your ear, “You’re lucky.”

When the silence returned and you knew you were alone you finally opened up your eyes again. You reached behind you grabbing the gun that had been gently tucked into your back pocket, a parting gift from Baek, and you started walking for the door.

You were going to continue Yoongi’s work and make it your life’s mission to take down the boss. You were not going to run and hide. Not only were you not a coward, but with your soulmate gone you had nothing but time until you moved onto the next life.

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How is Maybe in the Next Life going? 🙂 Love all of your work!

Good! It’s about 70% done and should hopefully be posted in a couple days!

But I have two different ending ideas and can’t decide which one so should Yoongi be…

A. The evil villain all the way til the end

Or

B. Become somewhat of a softy who you kind of fall for