#YOOOONGI

[fluffyydumplings]

BreKing the wLls between what I wanna say and what I cannot say. Ahhhhh

[adorastarot]

Yoongi’s message and advice to his fs ?

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Yoongi's message and advice to his fs

I see you. I know things haven’t been easy for you and I know how stressed you get from time to time. No one knows, because you refuse to make those that you love worry about you, but I know. I pay attention to all of the little things that you do, so please trust me to one day take care of you. Instead of worrying about the future, focus on the things that you have going on right now in your life and try to appreciate them a little bit more. This should help for the time being. Think about your long-term security before acting on a random idea. You are loved by a lot of people already and are held in high regard by those around you. Everyone respects you and your work ethic so much. It’s time to allow these people to show you the hidden potential hidden within yourself. Don’t fight it anymore. Allow your soul to grow. I got you.

[xgoddessoffandomsx]

It's midnight in New York so:

PAUL JOSEPH LEE ADAN TYLER HIRO COLTON AUUUUSTIN JAKE ORLANDOOOO YOOOONGI

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jungkook weverse live

JK

BTS

08.04 22:11

하...

ha…

jk-¡Esta es mi habitación! no es una habitación nueva.

jk-Me pregunto qué está haciendo Yoongi-hyung. ¿Terminó bien con el concierto?

jk-Escuchemos D-Day desde el principio (Pone AGUSTD D DAY)

jk-Muestra su álbum de D DAY autografiado por Yoongi "Yoooongi"

jk-Ah... yoongi hyung lo siento... lo siento yoongi hyung... *toma el álbum* ¡yoongi hyung! deberías haber escrito algo sobre solo escribiste 'jungkook' aha. Muestra photocards de D-DAY

jk- Creo que estaba muy nervioso, arruiné la letra y olvidé una letra... tuve que hacer "hay alguien en el espejo que no conoces" después de "veo las cenizas cayendo en la ventana" y fui a "todo estuvo mal" directamente... así que lo siento mucho por yoongi hyung y ARMY

jk-Ah… de verdad… me siento molesto… me siento molesto… ah de verdad… ah de verdad…Siento que me estoy volviendo loco ah.. ARMY, lo siento

jk-Realmente practiqué mucho pero ah… ¿cómo podría olvidarla? mi mente se quedó en blanco

jk-La próxima vez, si tengo la oportunidad de hacer un concierto, no debo cometer errores.

jk-Fui al ensayo del concierto de Yoongi hyung ayer. Él es genial originalmente iba a gritar '¡yoongi!' al entrar al escenario pero no lo hice.

jk-¿La canté tanto y se me olvidó eso? Desapareció de mi mente.

jk-*canta* Hay alguien en el espejo que no conoces.*canta* ¿Por qué olvidaste esto?

jk-Después de llegar a casa, arreglé el wifi y limpié mi casa y luego vine a hacer un live, por eso llegué tarde.

jk-Iba a hablar de lo que hice hoy, pero no hay mucho que hice hoy además de grabar y actuar en el concierto. No tengo nada programado para mañana.

jk- lee - Pon tus canciones favoritas para ARMY jk-No, tengo que escuchar las canciones de yoongi hyung hoy.

jk-No, jungkook, lo hiciste tan bien que ni siquiera nos dimos cuenta. jk-¿Qué quieres decir con que no te diste cuenta? Se me olvidó y no canté esa parte ahh.

jk-Me pregunto qué está haciendo yoongi hyung

jk-Mientras tocaba 'Seven', me saqué uno de los in audifonos y no pude captar bien el sonido, así que lo hice solo escuché la batería, y el sonido del micrófono era tan fuerte que lo saqué para que se sintiera como si estuviera escuchando solo con el ritmo del tambor.

jk-Me pregunto si hay algo publicado por ARMY's (videos de él actuando) déjame mirar.

jk-Ah… si no me hubiera equivocado al principio… ahh… podría haberlo hecho mejor en la última parte también… ah…

jk-Ah… debería trabajar duro practicando el canto…

jk-Aquí ARMY's... (se mezclaron cantaron ambos loving y fucking) con la letra "fucking"

jk-Ah, pero fue tan agradable hacerlo. Fue muy corto, pero fue muy agradable ver a ARMY.

jk-Yo también quiero hacer un concierto.

jk-¿Debería hacerlo de nuevo mañana? ¿crees que? ¿hay alguna manera de que pueda volver a hacerlo mañana? ¿febo pedir otra oportunidad mañana? ¿lo crees? ¿debo pedir otra oportunidad?

jk-Tal vez le pregunte a la empresa ya que no tengo nada programado mañana. Entonces, empleados de la empresa, si están viendo ahora mismo, ¿podría hacerlo mañana otra vez?

jk-Si hay algún miembro del personal de la empresa viendo esto en vivo, ¿no puedo hacerlo de nuevo? ¿qué opinas? *Puchero* realmenteeeee

jk-ARMY's, ¿qué tal si intentas hablar con la compañía? o llamas a Yoongi hyung Dile y pregúntale si me puede dar otra oportunidad. ¿puedes intentar? somos amigos, ¿verdad?

jk-Tal vez si fuera mi concierto, lo podría hacer y ya, pero como es el concierto de Yoongi hyung así que... Hybe, ¿puede pensarlo?

jk-Sí, todavía tengo y estoy tomando medicamentos pero no desaparecen.

jk-Solo tomo bebidas frías, la comida y las sopas son calientes, por supuesto, lo que bebo me gusta frío.

jk-¿Esto? ¿Es el collar del MV 'Seven'? Usé esto para un atuendo para algo antes y les pregunté si podía tenerlo y me lo dieron.

jk-Ah, pero ver a Yoongi hyung dando un concierto me pareció genial

jk-yo también quiero hacer uno (muy lindo)

jk-Ah yoongi hyung, has trabajado duro, ¡de acuerdo! ¡tu has trabajado duro!

yoongi comenta en weverse live de jungkook

jk-contesta al final a yoongi trabajaste duro

jk-He recibido algo de spotify *muestra un micrófono de karaoke bluetooth*

jk-¿Sabes cuál es el nombre de esta lista de reproducción? Se llama la vida apesta

jk-Comeré makgooksoo mañana. Resistiré hoy. No es bueno comer tan tarde. ¿Qué hora es? ¡Ya son las 3 de la mañana!

jk-Debería irme ahora. nuestros ejércitos necesitan dormir *agarra el micrófono del karaoke*

jk- canto varias canciones con su micro que spotify le dio

jk-alrededor de la mitad son covers de ai woah

(también estuvo poniendo y cantando diferentes canciones y vio vídeos cover de seven)

jk-¡todos son tan buenos (covers)!

jk-Realmente me voy a ir a dormir ahora. ¡Me iré ahora! adiós

jk-Adiós~has trabajado duro hoy, gracias por venir~ adiós~ voy a ir a bañarme~ (se sigue despidiendo)

jk-*agarra el micrófono del karaoke para apagarlo pero el micrófono comienza a hablar, así que lo apaga*(comoqueseasustoXD) adiós~ has trabajado duro hoy, gracias por venir~ adiós~ voy a ir a lavarme~ vendré de nuevo~ no sé cuando vendré otra vez~

FIN (Resumen de lo que entendi de weverse live de jungkook)

[ahundredtimesover]

yoongi yoooongi, he is one observant man.

HE IS! Always quiet, always thinking, always mature… he’s just it.

[purpleyoonn]

MIN YOOOONGI😭😭

Pls don’t worry as my soul ghost writes for me

[kth1]

YOOOONGI LIVE!!!

AND OFC I FORGOT TO MAKE A GIFSET FOR HIM DSKLJADLJKSA IM TERRIBLE

[arentyouafraidofmydarkness]

Chapter 3: Shimmering Secrets

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 3.7k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

Soft melodic murmurs wake me from the peaceful darkness that held me.

As soon as I start gaining conscience I can feel my whole body aching thanks to the tension accumulated because of the panic attack

Shit, thought I was over those.

The surface I'm laying has a cloud like feeling, my head resting over something a little bit harder. Nothing like what the floor should feel like. 

My head is throbbing, my magic pulsing incessantly on my stomach stirring a sensation of nausea and a weird fluffy fuzz clouding my thoughts. 

The feeling of long fingers combing trough my pink curls is what makes me open my eyes and scramble to stand up -which lets be honest, it’s a terrible decision because it takes 

.2 seconds for me to lose my balance and fall to the actual floor- the blow on my head makes me groan loudly in pain. 

And suddenly my vision is clouted with two very handsome and familiar faces. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi were standing over me with worry written all over their faces. 

Shit, why do they have to be this gorgeous?. 

The fates were really not on my side today. Another groan leaves my lips prompting Seokjin to wack Yoongi in the head 

"Yoooongi! Help her up, you brat!" Yoongi throws him an unamused look, but bends down to help me nonetheless. With slow and careful movements, as if trying to avoid startling me. When he is sure he has a good grip on me, all it takes is a swift motion to place me back on the bed and just like that, the soothing touch is gone.

With my head still spinning, and this woozy feeling clouding my head, a playful giggle scapes my lips.

"I'm sorry, give me a second and I will get out of your space. " Another maniacal giggle escaping my lips.

Yoongi mutters something between the lines of 'like hell you are leaving.' But the fuzz in my brain is still too much to actually catch the phrase accurately. 

"Oh, no, no, Sweetie. The hotel said they would send a doctor, you are not moving until they give you a thorough check. You hit your head pretty hard from what Yoongi said… and with the way you are acting…” Seokjin just left the idea hanging in the air. "Besides Namjoon and Taehyung went to get you some ice for your pretty little head and something to drink."  

I opened my mouth to argue, I just want to sleep.  

Yoongi caught what I was about to do and quickly added "You are not about to argue with your employers, are you?" He raised an unamused eyebrow at me, which quickly prompted me to close it again, why is he so intense? causing him to smile and wink at me "Good girl" again he says it so low I don’t know if he actually said it or my fucked up head was playing tricks on me. 

But hell if it doesn’t make my magic stir on my chest. Humming in content, begging to get out. 

I swear Seokjin throws him a scandalized look but doesn’t comment on it. He crouches in front of the bed leveling us face to face. So beautiful. 

"Sweetie, I don't want to push you or bother you in any way, but the doctor did leave some instructions for us if you woke up. Just to see if we could wait for him or if we had to take you to the hospital right away. It's ok if I ask you some questions?" I nod and giggle, just wanting to keep his plump lips moving. "Ok, can you tell me your name and your age?" 

"My name is Persephone Keres and I am 25"

"Good, good. Now can you tell me where you are?" 

"We are at the hotel, silly” Yoongi snickers at my answer and Seokjin shoots him a pointed look. 

“Well… yes, do you remember where is the hotel? He tries again.

“Well duh… Florence. I had good gelato today.” My smile getting bigger. 

"Perfect, what is the last thing you remember before losing consciousness?" A shiver runs trough my whole body, at the mere thought of reliving it. 

"The elevator stoped, I had a panic attack… Those are bad.” Taking deep breaths is the best I can do to keep my magic from getting loose at the memory of the panic. Yoongi hesitates for a second before placing his hand on my shoulder. His silent support oozing trough his touch, letting Seokjin continue.

"You did perfect sweetie. Let me step out to call the doctor and tell him you are a little loopy  but answered everything. Yoongi will stay with you."  He reaches for his phone, walking towards a double door. 

The door is about to close when he opens it again peaking his head in. "Why don't you lay down comfortably in bed? It will make you feel better." With that he disappears closing the door. 

Leaving me and the intense presence of Min Yoongi in the room. His warm hand disappearing from my arm.

"He is right you know?" Yoongi speaks softly "If you lay down, you will feel better." 

"I'm okay now. I need to go to my room. I need a potion." I giggle.

“A potion huh?” He asks amused.

“YES!” My enthusiastic scream making him bark a laugh, I lower my voice to whisper to him in a very low, breathy voice “I’m a witch.” I put my finger over my mouth to signal that it’s a secret and then I grin like a Cheshire Cat, making him laugh even more.

“Ok, little witch. But there is no way I'm letting you leave. Jin-hyung would have my head for it.” He shudders a little “Just let him take care of you. He is like a mama bear when it comes to taking care of others." He chuckles "Besides he always gets his way. No use fighting him. On that note, do you need help getting comfortable or can you do it on your own?”

“Mmm… I can do it. I’m strong, need no man to help me.” I grumble as I find a comfortable position at the center of the bed. I look at Yoongi just to find him struggling to keep a grin from forming in his mouth. 

Once he is satisfied with my position on the bed, he parks his squishable bum on one of the little couches beside the window. To far.  

The room sinks into a comfortable silence, my eyes heavier as my magic began to settle down on my stomach. The humming getting quieter. Slowly, smoothly my consciousness drifting towards the sweet, warm, dark abyss. Only to be disrupted by a loud door opening and a melodic voice.

"Aish, Min Yoongi, you shouldn't let her sleep! She might have a concussion!" Seokjin placed a light hand on my leg "Sweetie, you can't sleep right now. Please open your eyes." 

“Pretty boy, I swear, I'm feeling fine. A quick nap in my room will fix the problem." This makes Seokjin choke and chuckle, his soft babble cut by a deep baritone voice, a voice that right now feels like a warm blanket. 

"Aish hyung! You are such a bad nurse! You let her fall a sleep?!" Yoongi just grumbles back that he didn't study medicine and that how was he supposed to know that I shouldn’t be sleeping. 

"Taetae, please tell them that I'm okay? That, they should let me leave, so they can go back to whatever they were doing before I passed out and that I can make my potion.” I drawl. 

"Hyungs... I don't think she is ok." He then adds as a whisper "She called me Taetae. That has never happened before." 

"Traitor" I huff, eliciting a soft laugh from the boys. Catching a fourth presence, my eyes open in search of it. When I found it, a shriek left my lips. Kim Namjoon, the intimidatingly handsome leader, is standing besides Yoongi with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Seokjin’s hand, that still resting on my leg squeezes a little, calling for my attention. 

“Sweetie, it ok. We are just all a little worried.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “It would be a terrible irresponsibility on our part to let one of our head stylist die, right?” A little laugh escapes him at his bad joke.

“Thank you Pretty Boy, I will repay your kindness” I giggle again.

“Yah! Why do I end up with a generic nickname like Pretty Boy, but the little brat is Taetae?!” Seokjin sounds so offended in the most dramatic way possible making Tae gloat. 

“Well hyung, because I have certain privileges for being the cutest” That results on a combination of groans and complaints over the statement, which leads to a light hearted discussion of who is the cutest, before it could come to a conclusion the phone rings and Namjoon quickly picks it up, a soft sound coming from the other end of the line at to which he gives a soft thank you as an answer and hangs up. 

“The doctor is coming up.” He announces just as a low buzz sounds “I’ll get it.” 

I hate modern doctors, so much. I mean… if I can cure myself with herbs (and a little magic) why would I go to a doctor? Besides all doctors are jerks, and yeah maybe I’m scared of needles. Can someone blame me? 

Namjoon comes back with a short black haired man. “Night signiori, My name is Salvatore. I’m the on call doctor for the hotel. Who is the unfortunate soul that passed out and hit their head” His thick Italian accent coating every word. 

“I fell, but I’m completely fine right now. I swear I don’t need treatment Dottore.” So yeah… me speaking in Italian with the doctor might be cheating, because there is no way the boys would understand that I am refusing treatment. But before the doctor could answer Namjoon interjects.

“As impressive as her language skills are, I’m pretty sure she was telling you she is ok; but when she fell, she hit her head pretty hard against the wall. We just want her to have a quick check up, to prevent anything.” I groan. This men, really!    

“Don’t worry young man, with the way you described the fall over the phone, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable leaving with out checking her first.” Another huff from my part earns me another soft squeeze from Seokjin 

“C’mon sweetie don’t pout, it’s for your own good.”  That gains him an eye roll from my part, and yeah maybe I shouldn’t be sassing my bosses but my head is throbbing and I just wanna go rest and maybe take a calming potion. 

“The check-up will be quick, signorina.” He clears his throat with a little wariness “I know you all are her employers but I would prefer if at least one of you are present for the check up. Just for like… legal reasons and stuff” The doctor looks rather uncomfortable asking, prompting me to snicker, five pairs of amused eyes land on me. 

“I don’t mind. You are forcing me to this whole thing, anyway.” I grumble. Yoongi stands up, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and dragging him towards the living room of the suite. The whines leaving Tae are hilarious. Or at least to my cloudy brain.  

"Signorina, would you please remove your sweater? So I can check the vitals." I could feel Namjoon is about to object, so I start to peel my azure chunky sweater from my body leaving me on my black tank top. 

A loud gasp from Seokjin made me remember that without my sweater my arms are exposed, leaving my tattoo sleeve on display. Shit forgot about that! At least I could feel marshmallow curled up in my belly with her tail hugging my waist and not on her favorite spot. 

My eyes shot up to find my two bosses standing side by side with equal looks of surprise. Namjoon whispers something along the lines of "Jungkook is gonna lose it when he finds out." 

To which Seokjin answers "Yup, but we are not gonna be the ones to tell him."

"Deal." Their little whispered display was kinda funny because I could hear everything, Ignoring them I turn to the doctor again.

"Hurry Doc, I wanna go sleep." My comment startles him a little, but puts him to work. "And please don't go poking me with your devil needles."

He grumbles in Italian how kids now a days were covered in tattoos but were afraid of harmless little needles. Harmless my ass. 

After a bunch of questions and a thorough check of my head, reflexes and vitals, he stars to rummage through his bag.

"Well, the signorina indeed has a concussion. I will leave some painkillers here, but there is nothing much we can do. Someone has to keep an eye on her all night and wake her every two hours to check up on her. If any symptoms that she is getting worse appear, such as vomit, eyesight getting blurry, fainting or something like that, take her to the hospital." He hands some pills to Seokjin "She can take two every six hours. And it would be better for her to rest at least two days." 

Once the doctor leaves, Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room with disheveled looks, the latter sporting a wicked smirk. Namjoon repeats the doctor's instructions, making Tae's grin even bigger. Once he asks the leader a third time if he is sure I won't just spontaneously drop dead, he turns to look at me and my stupid concussed brain decides to make grabby arms at him.

My action is rewarded with a variety of reactions, coos, snickers , a grumbling Yoongi… to my surprise Taehyung strides towards me. 

When he is close enough for me to grab, I latch myself to the front of his shirt and pull him towards me, leaving us almost nose to nose. His eyes turning the size of Jupiter at my sudden action, but he doesn’t seem displeased. 

"Taetae, can I go to my room now? You heard I'm all good." I’m trying to do my best impression of puppy eyes, but I don’t think I’m succeeding "Pleaaaaase? I need to make myself a potion and then sleep." 

"Hyungs!" His whine is low. "I don't think she is ok! She's still calling me Taetae and talking none sense. Maybe we should take her to the hospital.” 

“I’m fine Taetae! Just sleepy” I let his shirt go, but grab his arm to pull him toward the bed. He maneuvers his body so that he finds a position in bed close to me but not overly close. I grumble at the distance and scoot, till I’m completely flushed against him. He becomes marble still for a moment and then relaxes against me. Burying my face in his side I mumble “So warm.” It was so warm. I haven’t feel this way in forever. Not since… 

I could feel stares being exchanged, but there was nothing that would make me give up the warmth that was coating my entire being. 

“Do you want some hot chocolate sweetie?” Okay, maybe there was one thing. I peel myself from Tae, just enough to grab the mug Seokjin is offering and take a sip. The richness of the chocolate makes me moan. Loudly. Yoongi stands suddenly, startling me. 

“I’m going to get some air.” And with that he disappears from the room, making Namjoon snicker a little. The leader catches my confused look, smiling even wider.

“Don’t worry, he just needs to think a little.” His dimples are ridiculously cute. 

I shrug it off and continue nursing my hot coco. The magic in my stomach stirs again, letting me know that it’s using the cacao to help me. While chocolate is mostly related to sex magic, it’s also great for grounding. Maybe a second cup, with the help of my magic will get the fuzzy feeling out of my head. A thought that quickly disappears when Taehyung clears his throat 

“Seph, would you like me to call Dante or Stephan, just to let them know the situation? You didn’t have anyone listed as your emergency contact with the company, so we couldn’t call anybody without asking you first” I groan.

“Don’t call the idiots. They will just cause a ruckus over nothing.” 

“I don’t think this is nothing, you have a concussion.” He tries again. 

“Taetae, believe me. You don’t want those two breathing down your neck all night. I will call them in the morning.” I give him the biggest smile. 

His phone rings making me groan. “I told you! You invoked them.” I pause for a second, considering my options. “Do me a favor and tell them I’m dead.” The giggles are back, making him look bewildered. He takes a deep breathe and answers the phone.

“Hello.”

“Good night Tae, sorry to bother you. We have been trying to locate Seph all night but she is not picking up and we are a little bit worried, by any chance do you happen to know where is she?” Stephan’s voice sounded muffled over the phone. 

“Oh, yes Stephan! We were just talking about you actually, would you like to talk to her?” My eyes narrow in his direction. 

“Yes, darling. Grazie.” He hands me his phone. “Seph, are you ok? Ne called and told us what happened. She said to stay away, that your men were going to take care of you, but we still wanted to check that you are ok.” 

“Ugh, that old hag.” He lets out a relieved laugh.

“I guess you are fine if you are insulting Ne. Is there anything you need? I know you are being taken care of but do you want us to go pick you up?” 

“I just want to sleep! If you come pick me up, you will pester me to my early grave.” 

“Ma che cosa? You concussed brat!” I absolutely love annoying him. “Is there a responsible adult I can talk to?”

“Noppe!” I hang up and hand Tae his phone back. He grabs it cautiously, a grin threatening to appear. 

“Darling, the doctor left some pills for you. Would you like us to bring you some water?” Seokjin interjects before the brunette could comment on the short call. 

“No, no. I don’t take any poisonous pill. But if you get me some ginger, valerian and maybe lavender, I will be forever grateful Pretty Boy.” I stop and look at him. “Well more than I already am.” His mouth hangs open, he turns to look at Namjoon for some sort of support but the leader looks just as confused as he is. Yoongi picks this exact moment to return to the room, stopping in his tracks once he sees the confused looks on his band mates.

“Why do you idiots look like you are trying to solve a math problem?”

“Well, our little patient is refusing to take her pills and asking for herbs instead.” The leader answers Yoongi, the short man’s expression filling with the same confusion the other’s where experiencing. He then turns to me, with his characteristic cautiousness. 

“Uhm, where would we get those herbs at this time of night little one?” Seokjin just looks at him like he asked the craziest question.  

“Hyung why are you indulging her? She needs medicine to get better.” Tae is just as bewildered as the older boy. 

“Shush Tae. If she is asking, it must be for a reason. So, Seph?” His fiery eyes never leaving mine while answering Taehyung. 

“Well in my room of course, dummy.” I giggle. “I can go grab them, and then get some sleep.” Suddenly it hits me that it’s getting late and this boys need to rest for tomorrow. “Besides you guys need to rest! Tomorrow it’s going to be hectic.” 

“Are we back to this none sense of letting you go?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at me.

“Well, yes? To go sleep and take actual medicine.” He comes closer and I can’t help it. My hand shoot to his cheeks grabbing them and squishing them. “FOR ALL THE GODS!! YOU LOOK LIKE A CUTE CAT!! Has anyone told you that?” My initial squeals turning into a soft whisper at the end. His cheeks, still being squished and pinched by my tiny hands, start to turn a bright red, a nice contrast against his snow white skin and charcoal hair. 

“Umm… what?… hum…yes…” He mumbles a little dumbfounded, making Namjoon bark a laugh. 

“Look Hyung! Yoongi has found another baby that renders him useless.” Yoongi tries to turn to him but he can’t, still being captured by me. He sighs, ignoring his bandmates and returning his attention to me. 

“Little one, could you let go of my face?” I grumble but comply, reluctantly. “Thank you. Now back to the topic, we can take you to your room, get you what you need and then we come back here to keep an eye on you.” 

“Nope” I boop his kitty nose. “You can’t keep an eye on me, you guys have to go have beauty sleep, you are working tomorrow. I will find Na-Ri-ssi to keep me company.”

“That’s not up for discussion. Neither me not Namjoon have to shoot tomorrow. We will take turns watching over you.” The fire in his eyes burning with such determination, my magic burning in response to his passionate eyes, there is nothing I can say about it. He notices my caving and smiles. “Good. Tae, Hyung, she is right, you really should go sleep.” Both of them grumble, but follow Yoongi’s orders. 

Jin pulling Tae and closing the door leaving Namjoon, Yoongi and me alone. 

“You can sleep Seph-ssi, you are safe here and we will look after you if you need anything.” With the cloud over my brain, the leader’s words start causing a strong reaction in my magic. The power stirring and pushing to get out, my control over it loosening every passing second, thin gold strings breaking, magic crawling to the surface without an ounce of restrain…

Light gold light starts coating my skin, shimmering and pulsing with determination.

And there is nothing I can do to control it. 

“Shit!”

[euphoricfilter]

MOOD WHY DOES HE TEASE US??! TT

-🖤

YOOOONGI

i’ll never get over his hair tied up for YTC busan i think i gained a few years of life that day

[sugarwithtea]

MIN YOOOONGI?????????

[yoonpobs]

Omg requests are open AAAHHH

may i request an oblivious oc and tsundere yoongi who likes holding oc's hands and idk like maybe oc thinks it's bc his hands are cold and his friends make fun of him and oc only realizes yoongi likes her when they spill his secret

as a yoongi stan, this is my guilty pleasure and this absolutely KILLED ME ily for asking this 🤣and double update today???? who am I????? 

hope you enjoy this v fluffy and v yoongi piece <3

pairing: tsundere!yoongi x oblivious&clumsy!oc

genre: FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

warnings: lots of squealing into ur pillow moments. taehyung, jimin & jin being the saviours tbh

words: 3, 136

Yoongi is staring at you like you spilt milk over his favourite pair of sneakers and you have no idea what to make of it.

“Uh …” You drag, blinking up at him with wide eyes when all he does is level you with a blank stare.

You can hear the distinct chatter of your friends in the background, likely already having their go skating around the rink. They always left you and Yoongi alone, for whatever reason it may be. But you weren’t complaining, you wanted to give him your gift in private!

But when Yoongi only stares at the mass of knit in your palms as you hold it out to him, you can only feel your ears flush an embarrassing shade of red at the subtle gesture of rejection. 

Yoongi was by no means a malicious person, but he was very clear-cut. He was straightforward and it was definitely one of his qualities that you admired the most about him. His ability to mitigate any situation, or look at things objectively was something that you struggled with for the most part of your life. Which is why some people would mistake him for cold or uncaring, but you knew better. 

“Do you … do you not like it?” You ask meekly, eyes darting everywhere but his as they continue to stare you down.

Yoongi doesn’t say a word. Instead, he grabs your hands with his larger palm where your gift lays and observes it, scrutinises it as if he’s there to pick apart any stray strand of yarn. His hand, despite his exterior, is soft and gentle when he holds you; and your brain short-circuits for a good five seconds when he traces a thumb over your knuckles.

“It’s cute.” He shrugs.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Your eyes dart down to your hands and somehow you find them in a familiar position. His fingers intertwined with yours and his palm engulfing yours entirely.

“T-Then why don’t you—” You try to pull away, making an effort to dangle your hand-woven mittens in front of him in hopes of attracting his appeal towards it.

But he doesn’t even bat an eye, just sighs and squeezes your hand tighter.

“I’m holding your hand.” He says pointedly, shooting you a serious stare.

You stutter for a response, and despite the chill in the air you hope he can allude to the redness of your cheeks a result of the wind that blows past you and not the flustered state you find yourself in when he tugs your body closer to his.

You suppose you found a bad spot to give him the mittens because you nearly stumble into his chest at how wobbly you are on skates. You planned his gift for weeks, fully aware that your group of friends was intending on coming to ice-skate. 

“I’m really bad at ice-skating. I’ll just slow you down.” You huff with a frown, still attempting to tug your hand away.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I literally don’t care.”

You gape at his bluntness and scowl when he only offers you a lazy smirk. His hand is still tightly wrapped around your own, and you sigh, knowing that it was hopeless to fight against Yoongi when he was far stronger than you were.

“I can skate with Tae or something, he and I are pretty much—“

“No.” Yoongi blinks.

You splutter, “E-Excuse—?”

He snatches the mittens from your other hand and shoves them into his pocket. The action is so quick that you can barely register the way Yoongi is tugging your forehead as you flounder on your feet, already feeling unstable at the way the ice is set on making you fall.

But Yoongi is there like he always is, and he rests a gentle palm on your waist and shoots you a rare and soft smile that makes your heart weak.

“I’ll teach you.” He says it like it’s obvious, “Just hold my hand.”

“Yoongi, I really don’t think—” You weakly protest when he pulls you closer until you’re nestled comfortably by his side, his face set forward as he blatantly ignores you.

“Stop being so stubborn and hold on tight.” He scolds, squeezing your hand when he feels your fingers loosen its grip.

You pout, your other hand patting your cheek in hopes of easing the burning of your cheeks.

.

Lest to say, you are horrid at ice-skating and you wished you stayed home.

Your two left feet was probably the least interesting thing about you, yet it was the one thing that left a lasting impression on the people you’ve met. Whether it be because you tripped up a flight of stairs as you rushed to your next lecture, or if you accidentally torpedoed into a bush while you were attempting to penny

“How are you even real?” He huffs, fingers intertwined tightly with your own. You’re grateful he has a lethal grip on you because you don’t think you’re ready to be doused in ice, even if it was at your own accord.

“I’m sorry!” You whine, hand still clasped with his.

Yoongi doesn’t let go, even if you’re stable on your feet. He never does. He only holds your hand tighter, grumbling something about your clumsiness as he uses his spare hand to adjust the strap of his bag over his shoulders. When he shoots you a look, you feel very much like a scolded child as you pout up at his narrowed eyes.

“What would you do if I wasn’t holding your hand, huh?” He laments, eyes rolling while he tugs you towards the direction of your friends who have somehow all gathered at the corner of the rink.

You stare at your feet, tittering to keep up with his long strides as he keeps the hold on your hand firm. 

“Look, I don’t ask to be swept away—!” You retort petulantly, but Yoongi completely ignores you as he squeezes your hand in response, right as he stops in front of your friends.

You’re still sulking when Yoongi doesn’t let go, shooting you a look that has you pursing your lips shut. 

“Lovely for the two of you to join us,” Jimin snorts.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, but you miss the lethal glare he shoots at your mutual friend.

“I’m sorry that my skating skills can’t keep up with you,” You huff.

You see Jin’s eyes dart down to your intertwined hands, before looking up; a knowing smirk on his face that you can’t decipher.

“Seems like Yoongi has it all settled.” He snickers, nudging Jimin by the side.

You can feel Yoongi roll his eyes next to you, even if you pout at Jin’s words.

“At this rate, I think you’re basically joined by the hands,” Jimin says smugly.

You blink.

“She’ll fall,” Yoongi says blankly.

“Look, I said I’d skate with Tae but he’s so adamant!” You cry.

Yoongi shoots you a dry glare, before briefly releasing your hand. You splutter for a second, surprised at the sudden coldness that engulfs your grip and the emptiness that you feel when he no longer has his fingers intertwined with your own.

“What—?” You furrow your brows but Yoongi pats you on the hand to ease your confusion.

“I’m getting you hot chocolate. Your hands are freezing.” He murmurs, and to prove his point; he grabs your fingers and rubs soothing circles on your knuckles to provide you with any warmth he could.

If your hands weren’t warm, then your cheeks definitely were. You couldn’t hold eye contact with Yoongi because he was staring at you so intently that you may have been the one to melt into a puddle on the ice.

“But the mittens—!” You call, but he’s already skating away to the confectionary stand where they sell hot chocolate.

You sigh, dejected as you frown. Did he really hate the mittens that much?

“You are so stupid.” Jin gawks at you with a shake of his head.

You turn your head so fast that you nearly fall over, but Jimin’s grip on your wrist prevents you from doing so.

“And clumsy, God, no wonder hyung won’t let you go.” He scolds.

You frown, “Hey! What the hell is up with the slander?” You whine.

Taehyung stumbles into the conversation, quite literally almost smashing his body against the divider but he manages to balance himself by gripping the hell out of Jin’s shoulders.

“You deserve it,” He sticks his tongue out as you gape at him.

“What?! Why?” You hiss, “You literally just entered the conversation!”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “And I’ve had to see you and hyung doddle around each other for ages so spare me the fucking brain cells because clearly, you need it more than I do.”

“What—?” You splutter.

“You are literally the densest person on this planet.” Jin blinks.

“What are you guys even talking about?” You cry.

Jimin shoots you a dry look, willing the God’s above to give you a semblance of rationality or logic to put two and two together.

“The hand-holding? The constant going out of his way to do things for you? The fact that you’re the only person he’ll ever smile at even if you do the dumbest shit ever?” Taehyung exasperates.

You blink.

“It’s winter and his fingers get really cold—!”

Jin groans, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“No, you idiot! Yoongi literally doesn’t get cold. He’s the human equivalent of a furnace! He literally doesn’t give a shit if he freezes to death. The only reason why he ever holds your hand is that he wants to!” He yells, grabbing you by the shoulder as he shakes your body while you stare up at him with wide eyes.

Does that mean—?

“He hates the mittens?” You cry, face crumbling.

You see Taehyung, Jimin and Jin’s face fall as they all share a look of disbelief.

“I’m sorry but I have no way to defend you.” Jimin blinks.

“I just wanted to do something nice for him! He’s always taking care of me and I thought knitting him a pair of mittens would help with the cold …” You mumble, eyes darting down to your feet as your voice trails off into a whisper.

“Okay, I know I promised hyung I wouldn’t say anything until she figured it out herself but I can’t take it anymore.” Taehyung seethes to the other boys.

Your eyes dart up, furrowing in confusion as Jimin and Jin’s eyes widen at Taehyung’s statement.

“Figured what—?”

“Dude, Yoongi is going to kill you,” Jin warns.

Taehyung scoffs, “Like I give a shit. I’m losing brain cells listening to her speak so this is an act of self-preservation. He’s going to thank me and so are you.”

“What are you—?” You huff.

“Yoongi likes you!” He exasperates, throwing his hands into his air.

The silence is overwhelming, as the four of you simply blink at each other. Your brain is processing his words, but it doesn’t really make sense. You’re confused as you attempt to deduce the meaning behind it until you come to a conclusion—

You look over at Jimin, “Are the two of you—?”

Jimin wants to scream.

“No, oh my God! Yoongi likes you! You!” He shakes you so hard that your head spins, “He likes you so much it’s disgusting and cute so you better do something about it and not accustom us to this torture anymore, okay?!”

Before you can say anything else, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You blink up, and you see Yoongi offering you a cup of hot chocolate, eyeing the rest of the boys weirdly as they stand there with tightened expressions.

“Here you go,” He says softly, helping you blow onto the steaming cup before gently placing it into your hand.

It warms you up immediately, and you only then managed to piece together what Taehyung and Jimin just told you. The realisation dawns upon you as a scandalised expression makes its way onto your face. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, observing the odd behaviour of the four of you as the three boys ignore his pointed gaze.

“L-Let’s go take a seat,” You stutter, pushing on his chest with your free hand as you attempt to skate away from the wandering eyes. The pressure was too much.

“Hey, hold on, you’ll fall.” He gently chides, doing what comes as second nature to him as he grabs your other hand, giving you a squeeze of reassurance.

As the two of you skate away, you miss the sighs that leave the three boys’ lips.

“So, is there a reason why you tried to skate away like you were an Olympian?” Yoongi asks when the two of you managed to settle down in a small bench outside of the rink, tucked a decent distance away.

You look down at your palms, squeezing around the hot chocolate as you pay attention to the steam that escapes the surface.

The words from Jimin was essentially still haunting you, and you wondered if this was some sick joke of his to get back at you for mixing up his toothpaste with his shampoo a few months back. You sulk because this was a really mean joke and your feelings were about to get really hurt if he was lying to you.

“Hey,” Yoongi murmurs, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up to look at him. His stare is so intense that you find yourself cowering away, cheeks red and embarrassed. “Look at me.”

You can’t.

“I-I … there’s nothing wrong!” You squeak, eyes travelling and landing on different people that wasn’t Yoongi. Anyone that wouldn’t cause your insides to melt with just his gaze alone.

Yoongi purses his lips in disapproval, sighing before he sets his hot chocolate by the table next to the bench and turns to face you. You knew that you had no place to run, especially when Yoongi essentially traps you with his eyes, observing your every move.

“You’re shaking.” He points out.

And only then do you realise that you were shaking, and your hands were basically vibrating with the hot chocolate. You cursed at yourself, and the cold.

“I-I’m cold.” You chatter.

Yoongi frowns, reaching out his hand to immediately grab your own to warm them up. But when you spot his hands, you squeak, immediately retracting them as if he was about to bite them off. 

You realise how it looks, and you notice the slight drop in Yoongi’s expression when you reacted the way you did.

“Are you—?” He begins to ask, slow and tentative.

“Not my hands!” You blurt out.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he relaxes his posture and raises a brow at you in questioning.

“Okay …?” He drags, “Where are you cold? Do you need my jacket?” He asks.

You curse at yourself because you didn’t know how to get yourself out of this situation. Especially now that Yoongi was patiently waiting for your response. Your thighs were essentially brushed up against each other, and his body was leaned over ever so slightly that you catch every strand of eyelashes on his eyes.

You were so weak.

“N-No, I … you can keep your jacket.” You stutter, shaking your head as you pat his puffer down when he goes to shrug it off.

Yoongi’s frown deepens, “Well, can you tell me where so I can help—?”

“My lips!” You declare, voice high pitched and loud enough that it attracts a few stares from bystanders.

Yoongi just stares at you, and you’re mortified when you realise what you said, but you can’t seem to stop now that you’ve already dug a hole for yourself.

“My … lips … they’re ... cold,” You clear your throat, blinking up at him with a false sense of determination in hopes of shielding the way your face is undoubtedly on fire right now.

“Your lips … are cold?” He articulates each world tentatively as he observes your face for any reaction.

You nod.

“Yeah. Cold.” You say.

Oh my God, shut up!

Before you can even run away, and it’s as if Yoongi expects you to flee, he pins your hands down with his own and draws closer to your face so quickly that you can barely even catch his next move.

And kisses you.

Smack on the lips.

He pulls away too fast for your liking, and you’re gaping at him like a fish out of the water when you realise what he did.

“You—” You croak, pointing a finger at him.

But Yoongi leans in once more, pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, one that sends your brain into overdrive as you feel yourself melt into his hold. If you were cold, you definitely weren’t anymore. Not when Yoongi is pressed against you like a warm lover by the fireplace.

He pulls away first, again, and you notice the tip of his ears turning red before he offers you that charming smile of his.

“Took you long enough,” He sighs, reaching out to cradle your jaw in his palm. And only then do you realise that Jimin was right, his hand is warm.

“W-What?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, ignoring the way you stare up at him with confused and wide eyes; likely still absorbing what just happened.

“Just hold my hand,” He tuts, reaching in between the both of you to intertwine your fingers together once more as he rests your combined hands on his lap.

“Does this mean …?” You ask shyly, head ducking away from his eyes.

He smiles at you, and you notice that it’s the same look he’s always had whenever he speaks to you.

He brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a gentle peck to it, causing heat to rise to your cheeks all over again.

“You warm now, cutie?” He murmurs.

You melt, “Oh my God! Don’t—just—I’m literally going to die!” You whine, shoving your face into his puffer as you scream at his suaveness.

He chuckles, low and deep as he unlocks your hands to wrap an arm around your body, tugging you closer until you’re practically glued to his hip like a koala.

“Don’t die on me now,” He sighs, “Just got you to myself.”

“I hate you so much.” Your complaint is muffled into his puffer, but you can feel his grin on the top of your forehead when he presses a warm kiss to it.

“That’s disappointing. I like you very much,” He returns.

You blush, but you don’t push him away when he laughs into your hair, the sound making you melt further into his arms.

You liked him, too.

[fluffyydumplings]

Happppppppy Yoooongi Dayyyy

[minstrivia]

I’M SO HAPPY BUT I CANT STOP CRYING

[kimnjss]

I AM GASPING FOR AIR.

[suga-swaeg]

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

My sisters Namjoon cards came in today!!!!!!!!!!!! Bro i looked at them and they look so good! Hopefully the Yoongi ones i ordered come on my birthday (May 09)! Would be the best birthday present ever.

[feelslikejoon]

i love that hopekook have different matching shoes- THAT’S the style guys