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Hey.. I'm sorry I promised an update and never did anything. Last week I found out that my boyfriend of 3 year was cheating on me with 2 other girls. So I'm not really emotionally stable at the moment. And I have been inspired to write a part 2.. I had started to write another fan fic, it was a jungkook high school AU! Anyways, please bare with me.. if y'all like I can make a fanfic rec list. I do read lot of fics for inspiration. So just let me know.. Anyways, thanks. Love you guys 💕

[sugasweetmochi]

Hey guys, I just wanted to give you a quick update. I’m in the process of writing part 2! It should be out durning next week or the week after that(spring break) I have midterms right now ~which are driving me crazy~ ALSO, i wanted to say thanks for the feedback, it makes me happy that people are enjoying my fan fiction Love you, guys! 💕

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The Boy Next Door {part 1}

Member: Min Yoongi (suga) x Reader

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, i hope you enjoy it. I want to make this into a series, but depending only the feedback. My boyfriend helped me write this. (he was obviously jealous lol) 

fluff, i guess? lol

 some cursing. 

You lived in a loft by yourself in the edge of the downtown area. You always liked the view of the sunset when it reflected off the nearby river. You were a photography major in college, on your sophomore year. You worked part time at a café a block away from your apartment.

               One winter day while walking to work, you had your camera out taking pictures of the people passing by. You always saw something lovely in the natural beauty of non-posed expressions of the people around you. Then you saw him. The man with mint green hair, he would occasionally wear his black framed glasses. He was a regular at your job, you’ve seen him a many of mornings. He always ordered the same thing. A Caffe Americano with a shot of caramel, and two shots of espresso; some days he would order a vanilla bean scone with his coffee. He was out on the patio, enjoying his drinking while writing in a journal. He would always be writing in that journal. Loudly sighing whenever it would get to noisy inside the café. On days like that, he would force himself to sit outside; no matter what weather was casted onto the city.

You had always wanted to sneak a picture of him, while he was hard at work. His concentrated face was always so appealing to you, you had never really seen him smile. Today was the day, so you decided to snap of few pictures of him. You quickly looked through your photo, smiling. Your photos came out amazing. You slipped pasted him as you rushed into work.  You slightly turned your head to notice him staring at you. You felt a small blush creep onto your cheeks.

The work day had passed quicker than you had expected, you walked home while watching the people rush by you. You finally arrived in front of your complex, you greeted the doorman with a smile. You rushed to the elevator as you saw the doors about to close.

“Wait, hold the doors please,” you yelled. A hand appeared from inside the elevator that reframed the doors from closing. You ran inside, trying to catch your breath wanting to thank the stranger for holding the door. Once you regained your breath, you looked up to the stranger. Only to have the breath snatched from your lungs again.

It was him, the guy from the café. Your heart rate started to pick up. You realized that you had been staring at him this whole time. “A thank you would be nice, also close your mouth before a bug flies into it,” he said with a smirk. You felt your whole face go red. You swallowed the lump in your throat and mutter a small “Thank you” as you ducked your face into your hands to hide the embarrassment.

“What floor do you live on,” he asked while staring at you intently. As you picked your head from your hands, and look at him in the eyes. “F-four,” you stuttered. He smiled. You slightly gasped. “He has such a cute smile,” you thought. He had already pressed the number four, you noticed that they weren’t any other numbers lit on the panel. Your mind started to wonder, “Does he live on the same floor as me?”

He cleared his throat, which caught your attention. “Do you work tomorrow,” he asked smoothly. “No,” you mumbled. You could see his face contour. “Oh well, I guess I won’t see that beautiful smile of yours’ tomorrow morning then,” he sighed. Your face went red. “W-well um if you’re not too uh b-busy tomorrow, we could uh p-possibly hang out,” you stuttered out. He grinned. “I would love that, what number are you in,” he questioned. “204,” you muttered.

His smile grew, “I’ll stop by after I get myself a cup of coffee, by the way what is your name?” “Y/N,” you said quickly. “Hello, Y/N its finally good to know the name of the girl who makes the best coffee in the city,” he says happily. The elevator dinged, letting you know you finally reached your floor. Once the doors open, he wistfully walked out; you tailed behind him. When you realized that you were heading down the same hall, you began to wonder “Is he walking me to my door?”

It was then, that you realized he lived right next door to you. You came to a halting stop in front of his door, as he pulled out his keys. With a hand on the door knob, he turned around to look at you with a smile. “Well, I will see you tomorrow then,” he grinned. You just nodded, unable to speak. He was half way through the door when you finally spoke up, “Wait, I didn’t get your name.” He chuckled, “Its Yoongi, my name is Yoongi.” You grinned, “Such a lovely name, I’ll see you tomorrow Yoongi.” You walked to your door, unlocked it, and rushed inside. Your apartment was a mess, and Yoongi was coming over tomorrow.

“Fuck!”

It’s time to clean.

The Next Day

It was 7:00 AM, when you forced yourself out of bed. You had spent most of the night cleaning your apartment, staying up till 2AM. In other words, you pretty much didn’t get any sleep. Your mind was constantly thinking about Yoongi. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You finished fixing a few things here and there, before hopping into the shower. By the time, you were done getting ready it was 8:30AM. You were about to start cooking breakfast when you heard a knock on the door. “Give me a minute, “you yelled.

You rushed to the door, taking in a few deep breaths before opening it. “Good morning, Yoongi,” you smiled. “Morning beautiful,” he said smoothly. You couldn’t help but blush. You lead him, through your apartment. Guiding him to the kitchen.

“Um, would you like me to cook you some breakfast,” you asked shyly. He sipped on his coffee and giggled, “Yeah, that would be nice.” You had made breakfast for both you. Due to the fact of you not having a dining room table, you lead him to the living room where you normally ate all your meals.

“Would you like to watch anything, I have Netflix,” you asked. “I’d rather watch you,” he smirked. You couldn’t help yourself, but giggle. Instead of watching television, you both sat and talked about random things through the morning.

“Hey is it possible for me to get your number,” he asked coyly as he handed you his phone. As you typed your number into his phone, you couldn’t help but look up at him too see him blushing. “Here you go,” you said as you handed him back his phone.

“I’ll text you when I have a chance,” he smiled. You just nodded your head, as you gazed at this facial features intently. You just loved his smile, it was like the sun was rising.

Yoongi, looked down at his phone to check the time to only see that it was already 1PM. You watched his face, as he released a sigh. “Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“I have to go to work, I really don’t want too,” he whispered. You sat there and watched him as he ruffled his hair with his hands. You gathered both of your plates and shuffled to the kitchen, he followed.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He rested his head into your hair. You were enveloped in his scent. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, and pulled away. Only to see you, frozen with your face flushed. He walked out, apologizing for having to leaving so soon.

As soon as the door closed, you stumped on to the floor. You couldn’t help yourself, but smile.

A Few Days Later

               You hadn’t really seen or heard from Yoongi. He had only stopped by your job to get coffee like he always did every morning. You were trying hard not to feel upset over it, you figured he must have been busy with work.

               It was 5:00PM, as you sat there at your computer; editing your photos you had taken days ago. You stumbled upon the pictures, you had taken of Yoongi. You sat there frozen at the sight of them,  found yourself breathless. You could feel the pang in your heart grow.

               Suddenly, your phone vibrated. You checked it, and it was a message from a number you didn’t recognize.

5:20PM

Unknown Number: Hey Y/N, its Yoongi. I hope I’m not bothering you.. (:

5:21PM

Y/N: Hey Yoongi (: You’re not bothering me.

5:22PM

Yoongi: what are you doing, exactly? If you don’t mind me asking.

You sat there, staring at your phone. You couldn’t admit to staring at photos of him, that would make you sound like a creep.

5:30PM

Y/N: Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I’m just editing some pictures I took a few days ago. Without thinking, you typed away.

Y/N: Hey since we really don’t know anything about each, do you want ask each other a few questions. Is that fine?  

5:35PM

Yoongi: Sure (:

Y/n: what’s your favorite color?

Yoongi: White

Y/N: Mines, Y/F/C

5:36PM

Yoongi: How old are you?

Y/N: I’m 22, what about you?

Yoongi: 25

5:38PM

Y/N: what’s your favorite type of dog?

Yoongi: Corgis, DUH!

Y/N: Same lol

You smiled. You were really enjoying your conversation with Yoongi.

5:40PM

Yoongi: what’s your favorite thing to do?

Y/N: Take pictures

Yoongi: Sleeping

You had busted out in laughter! Sleeping? Is sleeping even consider a hobby?

5:41PM

Y/N: what do you do for a living?

Yoongi: I’m a rapper, but I also have a day job where I am a part-time producer at a studio.

Y/N: WAIT! WHAT? You’re a rapper???!?!?

HOLY SHITEU!!! Yoongi is a rapper!!! No wonder, you always heard music thumping in the middle of the night. You were freaking out, so much that bumped into you dropped your mug. Causing it to fall and shatter on your floor.

“FUCK!” you yelled.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking at your door. You walked around the shattered porcelain, to answer the door.

“Who could that be?” you wondered.