#Hobi and Jo Kwon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hisunshiine · 4 years

Text

—crystal snow |myg|

⟢ pairing: detective!yoongi x f!reader

⟢ word count: 7.2k

⟢ genre: nsfw 18+, exes to lovers au. angst, smut, fluff end.

⟢ warnings: so like, this story makes me tear up every time, i am sorry for the angst parts but it doesn’t stay that way by the end. mentions of threats, violence, suicide, murder, pregnancy and pregnancy loss, explicit smut: kissing, oral f. receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration, creampie

⟢ summary: Your ex-boyfriend, who ghosted you 2 years ago, shows up for the first time since that fateful day at your best friend's wedding.

⟢ an: This was for #BTSAugustAngst Writing Challenge I hosted on Twitter. Chosen Prompts:

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁."

"𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵."

𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: Alicea @badgalcici91 on twt

You smooth down the soft pink dress, sliding your hands over your curves as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. You smile at your reflection, tucking an unruly curl behind your ear and adjust the small white pinned flower in your hair. Reflecting back on the last 2 years of your life, you can't believe you are back in Seoul, let alone standing in the Grand Hyatt Seoul Hotel. The massive 5-star hotel is the location for your best friend’s winter wedding, and the group of women you're with are waiting for the moment to walk down the aisle.

“Okay, everyone, take a champagne flute, we’ve got word that we’re starting in 5 minutes!” The boisterous voice of Park Jimin fills the room and you turn away from the mirror to gather around the male who had just entered.

He's dressed impeccably, a dark navy blue suit on his frame that accentuates his slender build. You reach towards the silver platter he's holding and grasp a half-filled glass. You step back to allow others a chance, and listen quietly as your best friend speaks.

“Thank you all so much, for everything. I can’t believe it’s here… I’m marrying Hobi!” Her voice goes from a gushing thankful tone to an excited yell, and everyone around you cheers. You applaud quietly, taking it all in.

“So, everyone knows their assignments, I know this is so not Korean of me to have bridesmaids, but I promise the ceremony will still be just as short! Then off to food and drinks!” Another cheer from the ladies hides the sound of Jimin exiting the room with the empty platter. He's the gracious liaison between the groomsmen and the bridesmaids rooms, and is to be your walking partner down the aisle, weirdly enough. Thinking about the odd arrangements, you miss when your best friend gives you a special shout out.

“Y/N! Focus, lady!” She laughs. “Thank you for this...I know you had sworn off stepping foot into Seoul ever again, but this day would not be the same without you.” She smiles at you, a softer, knowing smile that makes your heart ache for a few seconds before she raises her glass.

“All right, bitches! Let’s get me married!”

Lining up in the hallway outside the doors to the grand ballroom, you feel nervous. You know that he isn't here. You attended the rehearsal a couple days before and he was not any of the groomsmen, though you aren’t truly surprised. His best friend is just getting married, why would he bother to show up? He left you without so much as a word; why would he show up to this?

You scan the hallway, looking around for Jimin. The other 5 women stand next to their respective person; Namjoon should be in front of you, followed by Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and--

Your face bunches up in confusion as you take in the fact that Jo Kwon is actually standing in front of you, and Namjoon is in front of Jungkook. But then Kwon sticks his head through the door and looks at everyone, and you realize Jimin is actually standing in front of you.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You whisper frantically, hearing the music start.

“I’m sorry babe, but I was told to switch.” He turns back to the front as the procession starts, Namjoon and Jungkook disappearing seconds apart as the line moves up. Jimin links arms with the girl in front of you, and you gesture your hand at Kwon, who was holding the door open, trying to ask where your partner is and if it's going to be him once you get to the door.

“Ahem.” The sound of a throat clearing startles you, and you turn to see Min Yoongi standing at your side. His navy blue suit matches the one Jimin is wearing in front of you, and the flower pinned to his lapel is the same one that is sprinkled through the bouquet of flowers in your hand.

You can’t help but stare, mouth open in a silent gasp as your eyes take him in. He's 2 years older from when you last saw him; slightly bulkier in his arms and chest from how he is filling out the suit and with what appears to be soft, fresh snow littering his hair. He brushes his shoulders free from the now melting snow, and his touch is as soft as you remember when he grazes your elbow.

“It’s our turn.” His voice is quiet as he slides his fingers along the inside of your arm as he makes his way to link his around yours.

His voice snaps you back to the present, and reflexively you walk, fingers pale from the strength with which you clutch the flowers in your hand. He leads you through the door and down the aisle and it takes everything in you to maintain the fake smile you have plastered onto your face. He releases you once you make it to the altar, and you separate to your respective sides. Your eyes are burning from holding back the tears threatening to spill, but at that moment, your best friend appears and you blink them away; if anyone notices, they’ll assume your watery eyes are from happiness at seeing her look so beautiful walking down the aisle towards Jung Hoseok, her Hobi, her future.

You see the moment she notices Yoongi, her footsteps barely faltering as her smile slips the slightest, but her smile widens as soon as her eyes fall onto Hobi. Your hand takes the bouquet from her and from that moment on you barely hear the speech and vows exchanged, moving on autopilot. When she kisses Hobi and they leave, you forget to move, and Yoongi walks over to collect you, as the rest of the bridal & groom party are waiting for the two of you to follow Hobi out. You pull away from his outstretched hand, recoiling as if struck at by a snake, before realizing people are watching the encounter with interest.

You step down off the platform, walking next to Yoongi but not linking arms, as is customary. The steps you are taking grow in speed, until you crosse the threshold of the entryway and take off running down the hallway. You have to get away from him.

Dashing into the restroom, you lean against the countertop with your hands gripping the sink basin. Your head hangs and tears that you had thought were all cried out for this man flow nonstop down your cheeks. You let out an anguished cry, curling in on yourself in an attempt to soothe your shattered heart. Unfortunately, you didn’t think anything could stop the pain from a thousand cuts.

𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ------------

You carry the bag of takeout up the stairs to your apartment, ready to be home after a long day at work. You can't wait to get home and vent about the bullshit that your boss was pulling. Maybe your boyfriend will give you a back massage after dinner.

Your boyfriend.

Min Yoongi works for the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency and while he says his job was stressful, you always see him return home in his slacks and button down shirts with not a hair out of place, while yours is a rat’s nest of tangles from constantly running your hand through it in frustration. You sigh as you make your way down the hallway, thoughts revolving like a carousel after the news you received today. It's the longest day of your life at this point, and you're terrified to tell Yoongi about it. From the appointment in the morning to arriving at work to talk with your boss, you just want to be able to curl up with your favorite man and express your love for him. It'd been a year of dating, and while you haven’t said ‘I love you’, yet, you know you both feel it. Tonight you are ready to say it.

Unlocking the door, you walk in and kick off your shoes before setting down the plastic bag that contains take out boxes of lamb skewers, galbi, rice, kimchi, and spicy braised chicken. It's oddly quiet, as Yoongi usually is home on Tuesday’s, so you walk through the apartment to see if he's laying down.

Except that as you turn on the light in your shared bedroom, you can tell something is wrong right away. The closet door is open and you can see the wall that previously had been hidden by Yoongi’s clothes. Spinning towards the attached bathroom, your feet carry you across the cold tile where you can easily see empty spots where Yoongi’s belongings have sat for the last 2 months since you moved in together.

Confused, you return to the living room to grab your phone from your purse that you discarded on the kitchen counter.

Dialing Yoongi's cellphone, the phone rings repeatedly before going to voicemail. You make a couple more calls but they continue to ring. Starting to worry, you dial your best friend.

“Hey! I didn’t think you would be calling so soon, did you already tell him? How did he react?”

“Um, he’s actually not here? Is, um, are you with Hobi?” Your voice is tearful.

“Yeah…Babe, are you okay?”

“I—Can I just talk to Hobi real quick?”

You hear her muffled voice as she hands the phone over to Hobi. Hitting the speaker button, you open up your messages app to send a text to Yoongi’s phone while you talk to Hobi.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“Hey, have you heard from Yoongi today?”

“Mmm, no, actually. Why?”

“Um, he’s just not home, and his stuff is gone...”

“His stuff is gone?” Hobi’s voice gets high at the end, confusion fully lacing his tone.

“Yeah,” you know your voice sounds like you're crying, because you are. “Can you—um, if you talk to him, can you let him know I tried to contact him? And let me know?”

“Of course, Y/N, I’ll call him right now.”

“Thanks Hobi.”

Ending the call leaves you alone with the silence. You begin to run around your apartment, searching for something, anything , that shows Yoongi had been there, that he plans on coming back.

Drawer after drawer, cabinet after cabinet, you find nothing of significance left behind. His desktop computer, awards from playing basketball in college, even the photo of the two of you that had been set on the nightstand are all missing. Just gone.

It’s now been 15 minutes since you hung up with Hobi, and you attempt to call Yoongi one more time. It doesn’t even ring this time. Straight to voicemail.

Lying on the floor next to his side of the bed, you clutch the last remnant of his in the muted apartment—his pillow from your shared bed. The food you carried home is left forgotten on the counter, and it isn’t until three days later when your best friend forces her way into the apartment that it is even disposed of. She finds you in bed, dried streaks of tears staining your cheeks framed by your matted hair.

“Y/N?” Her voice is soft, and it makes your heart break even more knowing that she is using her kid gloves with you. You must look like a hot mess.

“Honey, you gotta get up. Let’s get you in the shower. Have you eaten? I can call Hobi to—”

“No.”

“Please, Y/n, there’s got to be a reason that Yoongi—”

“Don’t.”

“But—”

You throw the covers and stand up, anger replacing the sadness.

“He’s gone and he's not coming back. Clearly I meant nothing to him, since he couldn’t even leave me a fucking a note, or text, or hell, a goddamn carrier pigeon,” you glare at her, “he decided to leave this relationship without telling me anything was wrong. Fuck him and everyone helping him hide from me.”

You walk through the house, your best friend following as she pleads with you to talk to her, and you go to tell her exactly where to shove her sympathy when you get lightheaded.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

You collapse to the ground and she instantly rushes to your aid, but you don’t want it. Inconveniently, you are too weak to push her away or to tell her to leave you. You hear her frantically speaking to someone over the phone before everything fades to black.

Three months after that day when you were rushed to the hospital from your home, you lock the door to that apartment for the last time. Dropping the key off at the main office, you don’t look back as you make your way to the moving van that will take you four hours across the country to Busan. Work transfer complete and the new apartment secured, you are ready to never set foot in Seoul again.

𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ----------------

Of course, your best friend getting married had to fuck up those plans.

You look up at yourself in the glass and the sight makes you cringe. You have to go back to the reception; you need to pull yourself together no matter how badly you want to give in to the grief. Today isn’t about you. Tonight, after Hobi whisks your best friend and beautiful bride away on their honeymoon, you can fall apart.

Taking several deep breaths, you try to calm your racing heart and ease the trembling of your body. Slowly you release your tight hold on the sink basin and begin to fix up your face as best as you can. You just need to make it to the side room where your makeup is, and then you’ll be back to perfect. You crack a smile, fix your hair, and walk out of the bathroom with your head held high.

“Y/n, where the fuck did you go? It’s time for pictures!”

You roll your eyes at the bridesmaid who's scolding you. She's been mad the entire time you've been back in Seoul, and you feel like she wanted your spot as Maid of Honor. She is a new friend made by your best friend since you had fled 391 kilometers south, and she irritates you beyond belief.

“Alright, now that everyone is here, pair up like you did for the ceremony. Let’s get these done in 10 minutes so we can eat!” The photographer, who happens to be Jungkook's girlfriend, smiles at you from where she stands waving the camera at you to motion you to join the group.

“Babe, please don’t break my camera!” Jungkook pouts at her in Satoori, and she laughs, shaking her head at him. You hate the way they interact, all doe-eyed and in love—even when scolding one another.

“3, 2, 1, everyone say ‘Kimchi!’”

Sitting at the open bar, you've already long since delivered your speech about the bride and groom's love, and dealt with the talk the bride attempted to have when she went to change into her reception dress.

“I had no idea, I swear. He told Hobi he wasn’t sure if he could make it.”

You nod, helping her with the zipper on the dress and avoid the discussion. You were angry with her once you found out that she had known he was invited, and that she appeared to have known he had re-appeared at some point after you left, but never mentioned this little tidbit to you in her many visits or phone calls with you.

As soon as she is dressed again, you flee the room, already fighting the tears that threaten to ruin your makeup for a second time.

Throwing back a shot, you’ve lost count of how many you've taken, and can feel the room growing hot as it starts to rotate. Suddenly, a song change makes you want to dance, and you make a very clumsy attempt to get to the dance floor. Your path is cut short when you bounce off of a solid 5 foot 8 inch man blocking your path.

“You look like Namjoon right now.”

“Move, Yoongi.” Your hands lift to shove him out of your way, but never make contact with his chest. You stumble, clearly drunk.

“I think you need to sit down, you know you can’t handle your liquor.”

It's been 2 years and here he is acting like he still knows you.

“You don’t know me, Min Yoongi! It’s been two years, what do you know?” you slur, pointing your finger at him with the bratty attitude you get when you drink too much.

He sighs. “Some things you don’t forget.” He knows you all too well.

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁." Your voice is harsh, but anyone sober can hear the distress in your voice.

“I really wanted to talk to you...Fuck.” Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair, grimacing as he takes in your inebriated state.

Why does he still look exactly as you remember? Why does his voice make your stomach fill with butterflies, why does your body still yearn for him, despite everything he's put you through. Your heart feels like it's healing just by seeing him, despite your head telling you this is not good for you.

“I wish—God, Y/N...”

"𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵." Your heart wins out, spilling it’s thoughts.

“Y/n—”

“You obliterated me, and I still love you. Isn’t that crazy? I still dream of you, you know? I wake up reaching for you, but you’re not there. Maybe this is a dream too, maybe this is a fucked up dream.”

He says nothing, just watches you cautiously as you close the gap between the two of you. Warm skin meets your fingers as you touch his face, and his eyes close in response to the gentle touch. When they open, you can’t see anything else. Only him. You don’t know who makes the first move. All you know is one second you're cupping his face, and the next his lips softly press against yours. He tastes how you remember, like freshly fallen rain, strawberry chapstick, and home. He pulls away when he feels your tears wet his cheek; your eyes are still squeezed shut and lips puckered.

“I’m real, princess, I’m here.” He uses his pet name for you, and it tears a gaping wound through your chest as more tears fall.

“You left me.”

Yoongi looks up at the ceiling, breathing deeply as if to ground himself.

“I didn’t— That’s not—”

“You left me!” You slap his chest with your open palm. “You did! You left me, left me to pick up the pieces of my life that you shattered!”

When you swing at him again, he grabs your arm and tugs you into him, effectively stopping you from causing a scene at your best friend’s wedding reception.

“Let’s get you sobered up, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” you pout, but you follow his lead none the less as he guides you out of the ballroom and towards the elevator.

“What room are you in?”

“Don’t know.”

Your eyes are closing and you're slowing down, stumbling a little more.

“Hey, hey, Y/n, stay with me—Shit.”

You sense your body floating, and then black.

Blinking in the brightening hotel room, you glance at the clock next to your head and see it’s barely 6:35 AM. Your head hurts and your body is warm; you have to pee, but you can’t move.

“Mmmfffp,” a low groan sends shivers across your back as hot air is blown across your neck. You mentally scan your body, noticing that you're wrapped up in someone’s hold. It doesn’t feel like you had sex with anyone last night, and the dream you had about your ex made you feel more sad than horny, so who are you laid up with?

Untangling their limbs from yours, you slip out of the bed and creep to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Taking in your appearance as you wash your hands, you don’t look too disheveled. You are in a large t-shirt that is not yours, panties still intact. You sigh, combing your fingers through your strands before making your way back into the dim room. You’re still tired, and at this point you don’t care whose bed you’re in.

Until you see his face. The one that haunts your dreams, the one that destroyed your belief in “happily ever after”. The one you never wanted to see ever again for the rest of your life, despite your heart telling you the opposite. You look around the room, locating your dress and shoes. Once you’ve gathered them in your arms, you make your way to the nearest door. You can’t do this. You have to leave. The farther you get from Yoongi’s slumbering face, the wider the wound grows, but you can’t. You lost everything the day he left you. Closing the door, Yoongi rolls over in his sleep, his arm outstretched for someone no longer there.

Once again in the hotel room bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror taking in your face free of makeup residue. Yoongi is always considerate in that aspect. When you were dating and would come home from a night out with friends, he would always take care of you with little gestures like that. You can’t understand why he cares so much now.

Hadn’t he decided you weren’t even worth a goodbye? Hadn’t he left you, disappearing from your life as if it was the easiest thing to do? As if you were a thing that he could easily…leave behind?

You barely hold back the sound of the sobs that wrack your body as you clutch at your chest with your left hand; right hand over your mouth as the tears stream down your face. You had held back these tears last night; in the early morning light, there is nothing that requires you to be strong. Your best friend is long gone on her honeymoon with Hobi, and you can allow yourself this moment.

Gathering yourself up off of the bathroom floor, you quickly re-dress, removing the t-shirt you guess belongs to your ex, folding it delicately and placing it on the sink counter. You open the door, resolved to make your escape out of the hotel room.

A firm chest stops you.

“Oh!” You startle, walking headfirst into Yoongi’s torso, whose arms catch you as you stumble.

Your heart is beating fast. Being in his arms feels so right, despite the years that have passed, but your head is telling you it’s a trick.

“Leaving already?” he asks you, his voice gravelly from sleep. He rubs one eye, still trying to wake up.

“Yea, I didn’t want to wake you.” You reach past him to move toward the door handle, but he places his hands on your shoulders, stilling you. You refuse to meet his eyes.

“I—Look, Y/n—”

“Seriously, Yoongi, it’s whatever. Thanks for taking care of drunk me, but I think I should go.��

“Y/n, please.” His voice breaks, and you give in, your sad eyes meeting his matching ones.

“Please. Just let me...let me explain, then you can go. I won’t hold you back.”

You sigh, debating internally before you walk further into the hotel room away from the exit. You know you’re going to give in. Hearing his reasons for leaving will give you what you need to truly pick up the pieces. You need that closure to move on…from him. Turning, you move to sit on the bed and he follows you. He sits next to you but gives you space.

“I know you know that I work for Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency...but back then, I was with the National Intelligence Service. I was working a case when we met. That’s why I worked all those hours. Do you remember when the news hit the media about the big hack of the NIS system? That was my department. All of our information was breached.”

You’re confused. He wasn’t just a regular officer? He was an Agent in the NIS?

“What? You—I thought...”

“I lied. I had to, to be with you. It’s strongly encouraged that we not have serious relationships as agents.”

You nod, brain still struggling to piece it all together.

“I didn’t know...I didn’t think I would…we ended up getting more serious than I originally planned.”

This is news to you. He never planned to be serious with you? Then what was the point?

“You’re an asshole Yoongi.”

You grab your bag, moving to get up and leave. You don’t need to be insulted like this. A hand on your wrist slows your movements.

“I was the happiest I’ve ever been when I was with you.”

You freeze, so confused with the ups and downs of his story. Yoongi realizes he’d used the wrong choice of words.

“I just meant that when we first started dating, I didn’t know you would become so important to me.”

You relax back onto the bed, facing him as he continues his story.

“The breach was insidious. The case we were working, involved some really dangerous people. People willing to kill to avoid getting caught. My partner—” Yoongi’s voice broke, causing you to scoot closer to him, wanting to provide comfort.

“Kang Chae Young was found dead in his apartment. It appeared like a suicide, note and all, but we knew who it was. They left clues that only those working the case would know. And basically said we needed to cease our investigation or the rest of us would end up the same way.”

“It could’ve been me. It could’ve been you.” His head drops, but you can hear it in his voice that he’s holding in tears as he continues. “We lived together. They knew my address. The agency knew that they had done surveillance on Chae Young before they went there. He was married with kids. They waited for him to be alone.”

Your eyes water at Yoongi’s story, knowing how hard it must have been to lose a partner. You can relate.

“I had to leave you. I had to disappear and make sure that they knew I had no ties to you, that I didn’t care about you. I made sure you were protected, I had a PI watch over you, and when you moved away, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing you were safe.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice is quiet at first, but you start to get irritated with him. “You always talked to me, Yoongi! Next to sex, that was the easiest thing for us!” When it came to your relationship, Yoongi always appeared to be open and honest about things, and now you are finding out that he had lied to you about so much.

“Yoongi, you should have talked to me, you could have told me what happened, I would have understood—”

“No, if I’d told you, that would have put you in danger too. I couldn’t ask you to go into protective custody with me, give up your life—”

“Yoongi! I loved you! I would have gone with you!”

He grimaces, knowing that the feelings you shared were bound to come up...He had spent many a night thinking and overthinking about how he had never said how he felt about you to you, though he knew you both felt the same.

“I know, I…I loved you too, but we hadn’t even said it yet, hell, this is the first time that we’re even saying this to each other. I couldn’t ask you to drop everything for—”

“That wasn’t for you to decide! I would have understood, I would have gone with you!”

“You shouldn’t have had to! I couldn't ask you to give up your life, your career, your friends; we didn’t know how long it would take to catch them!”

“Well guess the fuck what, Yoongi! I lost all of those things any fucking way! Career? Gone.” You stand up, ticking off your fingers as count down to the secret you’ve kept hidden from everyone. Something only your best friend knows. “Friends? I was miles away from them. My life? You were my life, Yoongi. I mean it when I say you obliterated me.” You turn away from him, voice quiet as you finally say it outloud to him, what you have been waiting years to tell him.

“I was pregnant, Yoongi.”

He feels lightheaded. His skin is hot, but clammy. He can’t have heard you correctly.

“I was going to tell you when I got home that evening. I found out that morning. Remember you had urged me to go get a check up because I was feeling under the weather? It was because I was pregnant, Yoongi. We were going to have a baby.”

You heard a loud thump behind you; turning around you see Yoongi on his knees.

“What?”

“I called you, Hobi, your job. I contacted everyone I thought who could help find you. I was about to file a missing person’s report, but I guess the Department knew what had happened with the hack, and so they sent me away.”

“Pregnant?” His eyes are wider than you have ever seen them and he’s distant. He’s physically in the room with you, but he isn’t present.

“Not after...I—The baby didn’t make it. I lost it, the pregnancy.”

The anguish in the room is palpable. But it is about time everyone airs their secrets.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi is standing, reaching for you, and you let him gather you in his arms.

The catharsis of telling him this shared grief and receiving the comfort you had longed for…you wrap your arms around him and let yourself break down in front of him. His hand strokes your hair as he whispers sweet apologies to you. How had it all gone so wrong? You had been so right for him. He had wanted to marry you. He still wanted to marry you, but according to your best friend, you’d moved on. Who was he to interfere? He caused you enough pain.

But then you look up at him, and he throws all caution to the wind. His lips are on yours in a second, and he wastes no time parting your lips with his tongue. You tastes how he remembers, oh God, how he remembers and you respond to him feverishly.

You clutch at his biceps, pulling him as close as he could possibly be, and he walks you backwards to the bed.

It’s like no time has passed at all; the way he’s touching you sets your body alight. He remembers just how to kiss you, where to touch you, how to pull those delightful breathy moans from your parted lips. Both of you are shed of most of your clothing, and he kisses along your body until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Teasing you, he gently kisses along your inner thigh, marking you lightly as he makes his way to your panties. His eyes dilate as he takes in the way it clings to your lower lips, your wetness leaving nothing to the imagination. You’re panting, leaning up on your elbows, though the first lick against your clothed center has you falling back into the sheets.

“Yoongi...”

“Just as I remember, princess, you taste so good.”

And with that, he’s pulling down your panties and flinging them across the room, diving face first into your dripping warmth. You can’t help but bury your hands into his hair, gripping his locks as he maneuvers his tongue to build your pleasure. You arch when he adds a finger to the mix, curling the tip to press against your sensitive spot. You cry out his name, rolling your hips as you guide his face. He tongues at your folds, sucking on each gently before renewing his efforts, adding another finger and speeding up their thrusts.

“Fuck… Yoongi, I need more, I need to feel you...”

“Cum for me, princess, then I’ll give you whatever you want.”

His voice, commanding and full of lust brings you to your first climax; your body is quaking as he licks you through it. You push him away when it’s too much, and he chuckles, kissing your mound and then your belly button. He kisses along the edge of each breast, thumbs flicking at your nipples before he replaces his thumbs with his tongue, laving circles before sucking them into his mouth. He massages them as his kisses continue up your neck, until finally you’e tasting yourself as he kisses you.

This kiss is unhurried, as if you have all the time in the world, and you feel his length against your thigh. Reaching down, you collect some of your arousal, shuddering at how sensitive you still are, before gripping his shaft in your hand. Your thumb rubs along the head, collecting precum that leaks from the tip, causing Yoongi to bite down on your lip.

“Fuck, Y/n...”

You smirk, twisting your hand around his cock as you glide along it, and he groans into your mouth. When you kiss the sensitive spot below his ear, his cock twitches in your hand, and he shifts to align himself with you.

He pulls away, eyes meeting yours, searching for something. He smiles softly.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond; he’s breaching your core with a grunt and the high pitched whine you let out sets his heart alight. He doesn’t care that you moved on, doesn’t care about the so-called boyfriend your best friend claims you have, he just wants to be in you, wants to have you one last time.

“Princess, you’re always so tight for me.”

“Always,” you nod, eyes closing as you roll your hips to meet his, feeling a gush of arousal coat his dick allowing him to slide easier within you.

“You take me so well...” Yoongi is panting, barely holding on as you clench on him as he bestows you with praise, “like you were made for me.”

“Fuck Yoon—I...” It’s building, your orgasm imminent, and you don’t want it to end. You want to stay in the safety of this hotel room, where you and Yoongi are in love with each other and everything feels perfect. Reading your body, he slows down his strokes to prolong it. He’s looking down at where the two of you are joined, watching the way he plunges into you, coming out coated in your slick each time. You grasp his chin, pulling his face up to meet his eyes.

“I love you.”

Yoongi’s pink lips attack yours, passion igniting as he speeds up his thrusts. You’re spiraling in seconds, the head of his cock tapping your g-spot in succession sent your toes curling as you moaned his name over and over. It’s not long before he’s cursing, following you to the same euphoric destination. He fills you with his thick arousal, his movements causing it to leak down along your thigh as he pulls out of you.

He’s gentle as he cleans you up after he wipes himself off. Climbing back into the bed, he pulls you into his arms; if this is the last time he has you, he wants to remember the way you feel in his arms.

You roll over, stirring slightly as you hear rustling in the room. Opening one eye, you see Yoongi sitting on the edge of the bed, lacing his shoes. He’s dressed in casual clothes, a duffel bag packed on the bed beside him.

“Yoongi?” Your voice is loud in the quiet room. “What time is it? Why didn’t you wake me?”

“It’s almost 11. I was going to wake you up soon, before I had to check out.” Yoongi doesn’t turn to look at you, and you don’t understand why he’s being so distant.

“If you had woken me up, we could’ve gotten ready together, I—”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t know me coming into your life would cause you so much pain. It’s the last thing I ever wanted to do. Especially to you.”

“Yoon, what are you talking about? Why do you sound like you’re leaving me again? I…I just got you back.”

“It’s for the best.”

Yoongi stands up, grabbing his bag to head towards the hotel room door. You stand up, wrapping the hotel sheets around your body.

“Min Yoongi, don’t you dare walk out that door!”

He sighs, and you can imagine the eye roll he made to accompany it. Stalking over to him, you grab his shoulder and turn him to face you.

“This is not your decision to make. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. Look how well that turned out last time.”

“That’s exactly why I have to leave! I caused you to lose our baby! Me! I’m no good for you.”

He turns on his heel and opens the door. He pauses briefly, long enough for his eyes to take you in one last time.

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

Namjoon is sitting in his car down in front of the hotel lobby. Yoongi had text him to see if he had left yet, as he wanted to catch a ride with him. Namjoon looks up when he hears the door open, and watches as a red eyed Yoongi climbs into his passenger seat.

“Woah, Yoongi. What happened?”

“It’s nothing man, just drive.”

“No way, I’m not moving until you tell me.”

“Fuck! Namjoon, just drive!” Yoongi is usually always so level and soft spoken, but saying goodbye to you turned his world upside down. He doesn’t know who he is anymore. Just that he isn’t yours. Someone else belongs to you now. Despite the shower he took before leaving, he knows he’ll never be able to wash the scent of you off of him.

Namjoon peels out of the hotel parking lot, but keeps looking over at Yoongi, who finally can’t stand the way Namjoon is looking at him.

“It’s Y/n, alright?”

“You finally told her what happened?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And nothing. We talked. That’s it.”

“And you’re leaving without her? That girl loves you Yoongi. She always has. There’s no way she heard the truth and let you walk away again.”

“I didn’t give her a choice, Joon. I’m no good for her. I broke her heart one too many times.”

“What do you mean you didn’t give her a choice?” Namjoon is staring at Yoongi now, forgetting the road entirely.

“Watch where you’re driving! God, how you convinced the DMV to give you a license is beyond me.”

Namjoon pulls over into a random parking lot, placing the car in park so he can look at Yoongi properly.

“Yoongi. Did you decide for her, again, might I add, what’s best for her?”

“You don't understand—she was pregnant! The day I left her she was going to tell me! She came home and I was gone. Can you imagine what that must have been like for her? Because I can. She fucking lost the baby, Joon, because she was so broken. Obliterated as she put it. I destroy everything Joon, I can’t do that to her again.”

“Dude! You are literally doing that right now if we don’t go back there!”

“She’s moved on, she has someone new!”

“What are you talking about? She hasn’t dated anyone since you went into protection.”

This was news to Yoongi.

“How do you know? Hobi told me—”

“Hobi was told to lie to you,” Namjoon sighs, running his hand over his face and into his hair.

“Her best friend wouldn’t tell us what happened, but she said under no circumstances were we to let you near her. ‘He put her through so much already’ and all that bullshit. She wanted us to make you think she wasn’t available. But that was before we all found out why you left.”

“But...” Yoongi’s brain is flying, trying to make sense of all the information he’s learning.

“She wouldn’t have hooked up with you if she was taken, bro.”

“How do you—? I never said—”

“I can see the hickeys. They weren’t there yesterday.”

Yoongi’s ears are turning red as a blush takes over his alabaster skin tone.

“I’m turning around.”

You haven’t moved. You have 15 minutes to get out of the hotel room before it’s officially past check out, but you can’t get up. You sunk to the floor, still wrapped in the blanket you had pulled from the bed.

Yoongi left you. Again. How many times is he going to make decisions for you? What happened to the man who used to talk with you about things? Was he so scared that he had to take control of everything? You are an adult too. You used to be an equal part of the relationship. Would he ever see you as an equal and value your input?

Loud knocking shocks you into movement, standing, as you glance at the clock.

Your 15 minutes are up.

“Hold on, I’m almost packed!” You shout as you run to grab your dress and throw the sheet back on the bed. You don’t care how disheveled you look. You don’t plan on seeing any housekeepers in this hotel again. You aren’t coming back to Seoul. No matter what. The knocking grows louder, more insistent, so you rush over to the door before you finished zipping the dress up all the way.

“I said hold o— Yoongi?”

He’s panting, out of breath, but that doesn’t stop him from closing the space between you. His palm softly caresses your face as his free hand snakes around your waist.

“I was wrong.”

“About?” you quirk an eyebrow up.

“I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have made that decision for you. If you want me, I’m yours.”

He stares into your eyes, willing you to say it. Tell him that you want him.

“Because...I want you. It’s always been you, Y/n. I love you, fuck I love you so much. Being without you has been—”

“You’re mine. You always have been,” your voice is quiet as you interrupt him, but he hears it nonetheless.

The smile that overtakes his face is one that sets the butterflies in motion in your tummy. He’s kissing your face, showering you with tiny pecks all over your cheeks and nose, pulling you closer to him.

“Let’s go.”

You’re following him swiftly as he pulls you along, heading out of the hotel towards Namjoon’s car. Before you can reach the car, you are met with snow flurries sprinkling the air around you.

Yoongi is throwing his zip hoodie around your shoulders; being yours comes naturally to him.

“I always hoped that someday you would be waiting for me.”

“Of course, it’s always you. It’ll always be you for me.”

He leans down to kiss you as the snow falls around you, and finally you feel the genuine warmth of this love settle in for what you hope is forever.

Thank you to all of our amazing writers who participated in August Angst! Please check out their stories using the hashtag and the link to the AO3 Collection of stories! @mapofthesoulot7 @ARMYiGot7_LY @Virgochic84 @namjinio @a_bangtan_babe @sunkissedwriter @ahemahem_7 @bangtanlove86 @SinfullyJinnie @kurogxmi @KandieDiamonds

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BTS_August_Angst

132 notes · View notes