#another day another wreckage by min yoongi

[y00ngz]

The Last Time

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You claimed to be in a happy relationship. You also love your boyfriend. Well, that’s what you think. Or that part where Min Yoongi tells you to leave your boyfriend because you’re hurting.

Words: prob 1k something.

Warnings: CHEATING :(, INFEDILITY :(, pretty sure it’s ANGTSY, sneaking around, possessiveness, slight manipulation, kissing, biting, choking, petting, fingering?public sex, unprotected sex, petting, lots of dirty talk, overly usage of Princess and baby (I’m a sucker for pet names), creampie, Yoongi just wants you to be happy ok :/

(A/N: pls ive been so wrecked by Yoongi and this au in my head has been living rent free and I thought I’d share. Again, I am not a writer I just like to share whatever crazy thoughts I have in my head. But I hope you guys enjoy 😭)

It’s the smug look on his face. Or the way he carries himself, or the way his face is contorting right now, as if he knows exactly how he affects you. Darkness surrounds you both in the chilly alley. The streetlight in the corner, illuminating his soft porcelain skin. His Mouth curving upwards displaying his gummy smile.

“Can’t help yourself, Princess?” He smirks, hand lifting to caress the back of his knuckles to your face. You shook him off, face moving to deflect his touch. “You wont stop blowing up my phone. You said you’ll leave me alone if I came. He’s already suspecting. What do you want?” You asked annoyedly in response. You look around the alley, double checking the exit door of the back of the club.

He steps forward, body pressed against yours. Your back hitting the cool brick wall as you try to avoid his advances. Your body, trapped between Yoongi and the wall.

“You already know the answer, Princess.” He whispers in your ear. His hot breath tickling the area between your ear and neck. He moves to the other side of your face, “Tell me,” he says, this time planting a wet kiss on your neck, “Tell me you’ve been thinking about it.” He slides his hands to your sides, gripping your waist, pulling you against him. Closer. “I get so fucking hard, thinking about it.” And you feel it. His hardness. When he pulls you closer against him. Your dress riding up as he grinds your body against his crotch.

Unable to control yourself anymore, you grabbed onto his shirt. Your small hands fisting the fabric like it’s your only leverage. You mewl when you felt the bulge in his pants, eyes rolling back as you remember the feeling, the pleasure, when Yoongi pounded your pussy two nights ago while your boyfriend was away for work. You bit your lip, reliving his touches, his mouth on your burning flesh. His hot breath with every pump of his cock.

“I bet you’re soaked. if I touch you right now, you’ll be dripping.” He smirks. You shook your head, but even yourself is unconvinced, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. “I’m not- I’m - fuck”, you weren’t able to finish your words. Yoongi moved his hand to fully palm your mound. Pussy clenching onto nothing, riding his palm for some friction. Anything. He laughs at your eagerness before sliding your panties to the side to feel you closer. Yoongi hissed at the wetness he instantly touches. Your panties a soaking mess. His fingers, expertly petting your pussy. He knows exactly where to touch you, how you want it, what makes you fucking lose it.

He’s got his thumb on your clit, rubbing it softly before entering his middle finger in your warm, wet cunt while he speaks, “Baby what got you so wound up? Does he not make you cum when he fucks you, hmm? Can’t cum when its with him?” You gasped at his sudden intrusion, whining, one finger and you’re a fucking mess. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to make you feel better? Just say it baby, I’ll give it you.” You look around the alley nervously. Your moans are getting louder, getting carried away while Yoongi fingers you in a dark empty corner.

Before you change your mind, you quickly reach for his breeches. Antsy fingers fumbling with the button of his pants and blindly unzipping it. Yoongi laughs again, entertained at the change of your demeanor. You were just about to dismiss him so quickly after wanting to meet you discreetly and now here you are, ready and willing to be fucked against this cold brick wall.

He helps you with his pants, lowering it enough to free his cock. You spit in your hand before wrapping it around his girth, wrists twisting as your hand slides up and down his cock. “Baby.. ha- I’m gonna fucking blow my load in your hand, slow down Princess, I got you.” You whine when he pulls your hand away, you’re so impatient when it comes to Yoongi.

Yoongi manages to fish out the foil packet out of his pants, ripping it open with his teeth. You took the condom from him and tossed it around somewhere, lost in the dark alley. He looks at you questioningly before you said, “No, I want to feel you. All of you. Please” you both know that you’re on birth control but since Yoongi, you two always used a condom. Yoongi sighs, unsure but so turned on. His cock clenches at the thought of fucking you bare, feeling your wet, tight pussy. He looks at you one last time as he lines his cock to your opening, one last nod of your head for approval and he slides in. So slowly. “Fuck, baby. So tight, so wet. Ha.. Pussy feels fucking good, baby”

Your eyes rolling back, head hitting the wall as your arch your back to feel all of him. Feel him closer. Your hands clutching on to Yoongi’s shirt for dear life. “Feels so good, Yoongi. Fuck, feels so good, please” you don’t even know what you’re begging him for. You just don’t want it to end, whatever this is with Yoongi, you don’t want it to end. He thrusts in you hard and deep, hitting all the right places, his pace quickening. He feels so fucking hard inside you and it’s amazing. The feeling is dizzying. The thrill of fucking in a public area where people can see you, catch you is scary but damn does it turn you on. Your skin is on fire.

Yoongi snakes his hand up your body, stopping at your neck. Fingers splayed around it as he wrapped them around your throat. Your pussy squeezes his cock at the tightening of your throat, Yoongi groans. He’s grunting at every intrusion in your wet hole, “You got so tight baby, you like my hand around your neck?” All you could do was nod. Pleading with your eyes. “Yeah baby? I can feel it. I’m gonna fucking give it to you. That’s what you want, yeah?" You moaned at the roughness of his thrusts, his hand tightening around your neck. Your sounds unable to escape from lack of air. Yoongi pounds you over and over again against the wall, your body bouncing up and down with his every thrust.

Tension begins to coil in your stomach, your climax building up, preparing to explode. His hand around your throat tightens at each thrust and you swear to god you’re seeing stars. You’re staring at Yoongi’s eyes, hazy and fucked out, and all you can see are stars. He leans forward and kisses you, unable to catch your breath. His Lips ghosting to your neck, teeth biting your earlobe. “Fucking hell, baby... You’re squeezing me so tight. You want to cum, Princess?” He murmurs against your neck. “Fuck, this pussy is fucking heaven. So good for me baby.” His hand travels down between your legs, thumb pressing back on your clit. Your eyes squinting at the overwhelming pleasure, your fisted hand on his shirt pulling him closer to you as possible. You look at Yoongi with pleading eyes. You open your mouth but no sounds come out. Yoongi crashes his lips against yours, tongue against tongue, licking your plump lips. Your Pussy shamelessly clenching on his cock. You’re s close and he feels it.

“Yeah baby, that’s right. That’s fucking right. I fuck you so good, you keep coming back.” Yoongi is drunk from pleasure, though you taste the alcohol from his lips too. But you’ve never seen him this possessive. He gets delirious from so much pleasure, words coming out unabashedly, “Doesn’t matter if he fucks you. I make you cum. I make this pussy fucking dripping. This pussy only cums for me. Isn’t that right Princess?” Your hand reaches for his hand around your throat, your moans and whimpers desperately trying to escape, but Yoongi continues to fuck you. You feel the damn bursting, heat pooling on your lower back. “Fuck yes, baby. Cum for me. All over my cock, Princess. Let me feel it-oh fuck.” His hand frees your neck and as your orgasm take over, you take a huge deep breath and you let go. Everything is so overwhelming and you feel so much pleasure. From your orgasm and from the oxygen that you’ve been deprived. Your screams and moans are music to Yoongi’s ears and he lets you ride it all out as he fucks you so deep. Your walls squeezing his cock so tight, “I’m gonna cum inside you,” he says out of breath. “And you’re going to take it. Gonna fill you up so full of my cum, you’ll be leaking all night. And you’re gonna think of me.” His pace is quickening, hands back on your hips as he pounds in you. “When you’re in bed with him, tonight. You’ll think of me when my cum leaks out of you. Fuck you’re dirty.” You feel the overstimulation and it’s too much. “Yoongi, please - cum inside me. I want it.” And you do. That’s why you didn’t want him to use a condom. Yoongi groans and buried his cock deeper in your warm hole. His hips jerking, before flooding his white seeds inside you, painting your walls white. Stuffing you full.

His body slumps against you, you’re scared to let go of him. Unsure if you can stand on your own feet. Your legs feel shaky and you’re still out of breath. Yoongi has his head on your shoulder. He kisses it before straightening up, cock sliding out of you and you both sighed. Some of his semen are already leaking out. You both get yourself situated, making yourselves look presentable. Every move you make, you feel Yoongi’s cum edging to come out. You feel embarrassed, you did something unforgivable yet again. But with Yoongi, you will sin over and over again. This isn’t right. Yoongi speaks first.

“Hey... are you good?” Even he sounds unsure. “I’m good.” You reply. Trying to sound as sure and okay as possible. Yoongi has his hands in his pockets, looking everywhere but at you. He wants to say something but he isn’t sure if it’s the right time. “I’m heading back, don’t follow-“ you were just about to walk away but Yoongi stops you.

“Leave him.” You look at him, truly look at him and he looks lost. Sad. “Yoongi, this isn’t right. This shouldn’t have even happened.” You tried to explain. “Y/n.... you’re not even happy anymore. You show up to my doorstep crying and I’m always there to pick up the pieces.” Yoongi clenches his jaw, like he knows that you know. He shouldn’t have to explain why you should leave him. “I can’t, Yoongi. I love Jungkook...”

He laughs out of spite this time, “Baby, it’s not love if you’re crying because of him every night.” Hearing it from another person makes it sound so real. You’ve been denying it. The pain you feel in this relationship. You want to just run away from everything. You turned around, heading back inside the club.

With one last look at Yoongi, you said, “Don’t call me anymore.”

[btsslowburnfic]

Chthonic Love-Chapter 1

Ancient Greece inspired AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and you as Persephone.

Lord Min Yoongi enjoys his job as the Lord of the Underworld. It's quiet. Predictable. Peaceful. Until one day his brother Namjoon, the Lord of Olympus, brings him a gift: you. The Goddess the mortals call “Persephone.”

Lord Min Yoongi walked across the black sand. It was the start of a new day and time to usher in the newest batch of souls. Not that you could tell it was morning; the underworld had a constant eerie gray hue in the sky with no clear demarcation between day and night. The Sun God, Jungkook, did not dare to tread upon the realm of Yoongi, God of Death.

He let out a sigh as he looked over the Stygian Sea. He didn't mind this job. Not really. The dead didn't frighten him. The quiet didn't bother him. But it was boring. Every day was the same. Occasionally a stray soul would wander off and he'd have to wrangle it, but for the most part they simply accepted their fate. That’s why he had chosen this realm originally after the Titan Wars; peace and quiet. After a few centuries though, it was getting a bit dull.

He puffed out his cheeks and headed over towards the gates to the Underworld. Holly, the giant three-headed guard dog, wagged its massive tail.

"Good boy," he said quietly, patting its side. "Open the gate."

Holly took the enormous chain and began to pull it, winching open the iron gates and allowing the boats of undead to sail in.

Yoongi observed, making sure none of the souls escaped. He had no ill feelings towards the mortals who entered his realm. They all ended up here eventually.

Nothing unusual happened today, much to his chagrin. He commanded Holly to close the gate and rewarded him with a large manticore bone.

Yoongi began the ascent back to his palace. The onyx fortress offered a view of the Stygian Sea as well as the various tributaries surrounding the Underworld. In the distance, the faint glow of Elysium, and to the West the icy black of Tartarus. The palace was mostly empty except for the few servants who had been assigned here, There were a few, of course, who worked in the Underworld by choice, but the vast majority were paying penance until they could cross through to another realm. None of that had anything to do with Yoongi; it wasn’t his job to pass judgment. His job was to enforce order.

There wasn’t any reason for him to return to the palace this morning. He would return to the beach again midday, and then again at night. Of course as the ruler he had no reason to follow the schedule, but it was one he had set up for himself and he also took it as an excuse to feed Holly.

Something caught his eye as he walked up the path to his home, a flash in the otherwise monochrome sky.

"What the fuck?" He wondered out loud. This could only mean that Namjoon himself had deigned to enter the underworld. His younger brother, the leader of Olympus, rarely entered the Underworld and when he did he usually fucked something, or someone, up. Yoongi picked up the pace to see what this meant.

By the time Yoongi entered the throne room Namjoon had already made himself at home, lazily draped across Yoongi’s throne.

“Good morning big brother,” Namjoon greeted him, moving into a seated position.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi willed himself to remain calm. “What’s the occasion for this visit?”

“Can’t I just come down and check on the Underworld? Make sure it’s all running smoothly.” Namjoon flashed his dimples at Yoongi. Those dimples made mortals and nymphs swoon but had no impact on Yoongi.

“Considering there aren’t corpses wandering the mortal realm, I don’t think there’s any reason to check on the Underworld. And, you’re not my boss, in case you have forgotten. Just because your realm gets more fanfare doesn’t mean anything.” Yoongi felt his patience wearing thin. Yoongi had CHOSEN this realm. The solitude and predictability and lack of meddling Gods appealed to him and yet here he was, with the most meddlesome of his brothers sitting on his throne.

“Calm yourself brother. I come bearing a gift.” Namjoon stood up.

The little color there was in Yoongi’s pale complexion began to drain away. This was not good.

“You shouldn’t have.”

“Oh I know, I know but I found myself thinking of how lonely it must be for you down here every day by yourself.”

“I’m not by myself. I have Holly. There are people in the palace.”

Namjoon waved his hand up and down dismissing his brother. “Of course of course but pets and servants don’t count. No, what you need is a companion and that is just what I have acquired for you.”

“A What??” Yoongi began to panic knowing the sort of shit his brother gets himself into.

“A companion,” Namjoon stated again. He gestured toward the throne room doors, causing them to open. A large orb floated into the room. It was solid with a shimmery white exterior.

“What the hell is this?” Yoongi growls.

“Now of course the Harvest God will be angry when he realizes what exactly his deal entailed. But we both know, you shouldn’t enter into deals with me unless you know what you’re getting into.” Namjoon laughed darkly. He snapped his fingers, causing the exterior of the orb to become clear like glass. Inside is a woman with long flowing hair who is sitting on a bed of moss, slumped over a tree trunk. She looks as though she is sleeping.

“What the fuck did you do to Hoseok?” Yoongi asked. He had never been close to the other Gods, leaving “home” the first moment he was able to. But, from what little he knew, Hoseok was a kind God who kept to himself.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I don’t know why you care but he lost a bet to me and now I own his younger sister. Now I am gifting her to you because as I said, you must be lonely here and I think you could use the company. You’re welcome.” Namjoon gestured to the orb, quite pleased with himself.

Yoongi barely managed to hide the contempt in his voice. “You can’t just take people’s sisters. Take this poor girl back to the mortal realm. What the hell would I want with her?”

“Wife her, sleep with her, make her a servant. I don’t care. She’s a minor Goddess so she’ll be fine here.”

“That’s not the point. I don’t need company and I certainly don’t want someone who has been kidnapped.” he gritted through his teeth.

Namjoon dropped his smile. “She belongs to me now. A contract was signed. If you don’t take her, rest assured that I will be taking her back with me and I will find a use for her. Likely several,” his gaze turned lustful as he looked at the woman in the orb

Yoongi stood there wishing he could tell his brother to fuck off but he can’t. And he has no interest in challenging him. He wants nothing to do with Olympus or the mortal realm. He likes it here. He let out a deep breath knowing that she will be better off here with him than with his brother. He knows he won’t force himself on her or force her into a life of servitude. And maybe he can work out a way to return her to where she belongs.

“Very well,” Yoongi stuck out his hand, “I accept this gift from you.”

Namjoon took his older brother’s hand, shook it, and then snapped his fingers causing the orb to drop to the ground. It shattered, causing glass to fly everywhere. The woman woke up and began to scream.

Namjoon smiled slyly, “Good luck with that,” he said as he vanished.

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“Stop moving.” Yoongi calmly said as he walked towards the middle of the throne where moss and glass were strewn about. You were curled in on yourself sobbing in the middle of the wreckage. “Excuse me.” This was quite awkward for him. He rarely had any visitors and he certainly had never had anyone kidnapped and left here before. You continued to scream. He sighed and snapped his fingers, an almost imperceptive gesture but one that managed to quickly summon two servants into the throne room. They looked absolutely terrified.

“Yes m’lord?” the male servant Penthos, asked while attempting to not notice the screaming girl in the middle of the room.

“Clean up the glass.” he gestured to the mess in the room.

“Of course sir.” He walked closer to the epicenter and raised his hands, the glass following suit as the shards began to levitate as well. He drew his hands to his chest, causing the glass to assemble into an orb.. The servant formed the ball tightly, compacting the shards back into solid glass. He handed it to his master.

“Very good. Thank you. You may leave.”

Penthos looked wearily at his coworker, Lethe. She gave him a small nod as he exited the room.

Yoongi handed Lethe the orb. “Stay here for a moment,” he said quietly to her. You had stopped screaming, your throat had become raw and instead you quietly sobbed, still in the middle of the moss bed.

“Excuse me,” Yoongi tried again. He quietly walked over and crouched down next to you. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” he said so quietly the servant can’t hear him and you barely can either. But you do. And his quiet voice almost makes you forget what happened to you today. Almost. You slowly raised your head and pulled your hair to one side, willing yourself to turn and look to the source of the voice.

“Where am I? Why the hell did you bring me here?” you asked as you turned and took in the most beautiful face you had ever seen. Did you die? Is this Elysium? You had heard that minor Gods and Goddesses could die but you didn’t feel dead. You were so confused. You had been frolicking in a field with some nymphs and deer. You remembered seeing Zeus and him saying that you belonged to him now and then...

The man sighs. “You’re in the Underworld. Specifically, my throne room. And I did not bring you here. My brother did.”

“The Underworld? Your throne room?” you repeated like an idiot. Oh shit. You turned towards him and bowed, “Forgive me Lord Hades, I did not know to whom I was speaking.”

Yoongi scrunched up his nose, “Please don’t call me that. And get up. Only mortals call me that or have to do that,” he gestured to the ground. “I can’t remember the last time someone called me that actually.” This amused him far more than it should, he smiled and turned towards the other side of the room, “Lethe, do you remember the last time someone called me Hades?” You saw a woman standing over to the side of the doors.

“No M’Lord,” she responded, surprised that he was speaking in such a human manner. This was honestly the most she had heard him speak in her 50 years working in the castle.

You slowly got up from the floor, still quite disoriented. Yoongi grabbed you by the elbow to steady you. “No. Please. Don’t touch me.” you said reflexively. He carefully removed his hand from your arm and stepped back.

“Lord Min Yoongi, I wish to know why I have been brought here against my will. I am a goddess of Spring, there is no reason for me to be in the Underworld.”

“Indeed, there’s not.” he responded briskly, the warmth gone from his voice. “And yet here you are. Lethe,” he gestured to the servant by the door. “Please make sure...I didn’t get your name.” he said, cocking his head to the side as he looked you over.

“The mortals call me Persephone. My name is my own.”

Yoongi gives a dry laugh, “Very well. You’re a fast learner “Persephone.” Lethe please escort Persephone to the guest quarters.”

Lethe fidgeted uncomfortably, not wanting to ask the question. But she had to. “Sir. We’ve never had a guest before. Which quarters are the guest quarters?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, he just wanted to get out of there and away from you. “Just pick the room the furthest away from mine.” he snapped and exited the throne room. NEXT CHAPTER

[aesthetic-duckling]

Memories

Min Yoongi x Reader

Seven months have passed in a haze for Yoongi now that he no longer has you there and his friends are tired of seeing him waste away.

Photo by @dlazaru (will remove if asked)

Masterlist

He didn't know how long it had been, yet he knew exactly. The better part of a year passing in a haze, but he could tell anyone who asked that it had been seven months, three days, and eleven hours since you had left him.

He'd never believed it could end like this. After all, you had always told each other forever.

It was one particular memory that his mind kept circling back to.

"Min Yoongi," you had yelled, standing at the edge of the cliff, hands cupped around your mouth, listening to the echo bounce through the canyon. "I love you and I am never going to stop!"

He'd thought you'd looked amazing, even after the three mile hike to the top. Your skin basked in the sunlight, the natural tan looking all the more like his own personal Heaven as he watched you. It had only taken one look, that brief moment of believing that he wouldn't join you in shouting out your love for him to step up to your side and yell out his own vow.

You loved with your whole heart, no reservations or exceptions, and you did so without shame. Yoongi missed that most about you. Once the words were out, you could never hide them from anyone. All your friends knew that you wore your heart on your sleeve, but only Yoongi knew that you would never be the first to say them.

The fear came from past relationships. You said three words and they would leave. Every time. Still, you would never apologize for your love. No, you would simply pick up the broken pieces of your heart and move on to the next one.

Yoongi hadn't meant to say it that night, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Two weeks was a considerably short time to have been together for an admittance of love, but the words were true.

Park Jimin had been your friend first, bringing you along to a halloween party at the beach where the two of you met. Unlike himself, Yoongi had wasted no time in coming over to talk to you. He blamed it on the alcohol in his system, but inside he knew that you had been so radiant and warm against the chilly air of the sea.

Yoongi had never been good at flirting, but after a whispered encouragement from Jimin, he had leaned in for a kiss. Surprising him and thus causing him to fall further was how you refused, politely turning your head so he only landed a peck on your cheek. "I don't kiss people for the first time unless they're sober."

"Tomorrow night then. Are you free? For a date, n-not just a kiss." You agreed with a blinding smile on your face.

Over those two weeks, Yoongi became entirely infatuated with you, asking Jimin to help him with outfits for dates and date ideas until he could get to know you well enough. In those first fifteen days, the two of you managed twenty dates. After the first dinner date, he met you for coffee the next morning before your eight a.m. class - nearly giving Kim Seokjin a heart attack when Yoongi walked into the cafe he worked at so early in the morning. It was dates for whatever meal the two of you decided or dates to just hang out. Even when you met the next weekend for another of Jimin's parties, he'd labeled it as a date and you agreed. In all that time, he never once leaned in for a kiss.

On the sixteenth day, you laid on his bed, listening to one of his tracks he'd been working on while he rushed to get ready. "I love that you never get upset when I get distracted and run late."

"Is that all?" He didn't miss the disappointment in your tone.

"I just love you." The words were out before he could stop them, and he froze.

You had simply climbed to your feet and crossed the room to press your lips to his, one hand caressing his cheek. "I love you too."

Yoongi knew he loved you from that first night. He knew you were different when you didn't kiss him and it only felt reinforced now that he knew you felt the same. He said the words again and again, emphasizing them small kisses to your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips until you dissolved into a git of giggles.

With a groan, he dropped his head against the wall. Yoongi knew it wasn't healthy for him to still be thinking of you this much, but he couldn't help himself. It was nearing a year since the two of you had met and he felt like he was spending the days leading up to it just living in his memories.

At the protest of his muscles - stiff from not being used - he peeled himself out from under his covers and mad his way to the bathroom to shower. Jimin would be there soon with Kim Namjoon and they had said that he had to come out with them no matter what.

The steam rising from his skin told him that the water should burn, but he didn't feel it, instead letting his mind wonder.

You laughed, twirling with your arms wide as the rain pelted into your skin. Yoongi watched you from under his umbrella, refusing to join you in the onslaught of water, but you didn't mind, smiling at him and looking for all the world brighter than the sun. "It's not cold. I promise." He didn't believe you, for it was November. In no way did he attempt to stop you when you threw your arms around his neck with such vigor that he dropped the umbrella anyway to hug you back.

"It's freezing." He accused, face buried in your hair to breathe in the scent of you.

You laughed again, brushing his wet locks from his forehead. "Not once you get used to it."

"Yoongi, are you drowning in there?" Namjoon pounded on the bathroom door, jarring him out of the memory.

He only grunted in response, turning off the now ice cold water. After dressing, he joined his friends in the living room, hating the normality of it.

"You'll thank us for this," Jimin started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It isn't good for you to stay cooped up in here all the time. When's the last time you cleaned your apartment anyway? It stinks in here."

"I'll call Jin and maybe he'll come clean up for you while we're out," Namjoon added, holding open the door for Jimin to usher Yoongi out.

Yoongi didn't know what the two had planned when they all but shoved him into the back of Namjoon's car, but he figured it would be okay as long as he went through the motions. He opted for staring out the window while they drove, thankful that his friends chose to leave him out of the conversation.

It brought back yet another nostalgic memory.

Yoongi's hand clutched yours tightly on the center console while you sang along to the radio, watching the scenery pass by. It was the fifth month together - your final month together. He was taking you on a vacation trip to a lake he had frequented during high school. It was spring break and neither of you knew it would be your final trip together.

He didn't want to remember and, luckily for him, the car was stopping.

"Why are we here?" This was the last place Yoongi wanted to be and he could already feel his chest constricting.

"Get out of the car, Yoongi. Don't make us drag you. Everyone is waiting," Jimin had a look of no-nonsense snd not even he could argue with it.

Reluctantly, Yoongi climbed out of the car, letting Jimin lead him over the the group. Not everyone, he thought, eyes raking over their huddled forms. Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, and Jin stood huddled in front of the headstone, turning to face the three as they joined them.

"You actually got him to come," Taehyung voiced before Jungkook's elbow caught his rib.

"Why are we here?"

Hoseok put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders. "Do you know what day it is?"

"October twenty-fourth."

"And what is important about today?"

He didn't want to think about it. Refused to. Knowing that today you would have turned twenty-four caused tears to well in his eyes. What caused them to actually spill down his cheeks was the knowledge that he was the reason you were no longer here to celebrate.

It happened faster than he could react. Watching you singing with the music without a care in the world had tempted him, distracted him. He never wanted to take his eyes off you until he saw yours widen at the road ahead. He barely managed to swerve out of the other lane in time, over correcting and sending the car off the cliff where it bounced and rolled until it hit a tree, crushing in the passenger side.

He could still hear your screams long after you had stopped. Yoongi wanted you to wake up, calling your name, shaking you. He fought against the rescue workers when they pulled him from the wreckage until they final had to sedate him for his own safety and theirs. You survived longer than they expected, waking during the helicopter ride to the hospital, but it was downhill from there.

Yoongi survived with hardly any injuries and getting to sit by your side and apologize repeatedly until your heart stopped beating.

He knelt now beside your grave, the numbness that had encased him for the past seven months wearing off and and the pain setting in. His friends didn't say a word as he cried it out, Jimin rubbing circles into his back to soothe him.

Yoongi survived with hardly any injuries and getting to sit by your side and apologize repeatedly until your heart stopped beating.

Yoongi had been nothing but angry when you had passed. After the first couple of weeks, everyone except him returned to their every day lives. It didn't feel right to him, the way they acted like you had never existed.

"You have to let her go. She loved you and you know she wouldn't blame you. She would want you to let her go," Jimin coaxed quietly. "You've been suffering for too long, Yoongi. It's time to move on."

"It was my fault. She's gone because of me."

"You made a mistake, but you of all people should know that she wouldn't hold that against you. She always believed that everything happened for a reason. You need to trust that this did too."

His tears had stopped and Jimin reached out to brush away their trails when Yoongi nodded.

"I loved her like I've never loved anyone before. Everywhere I look, she's all I see."

"Yoongi, we know you loved her. Anyone could see that, but she would hate to see you like this. You lived, but you aren't living."

"It doesn't feel fair, Jimin!"

"Sometimes, life isn't fair. Let her go."

Yoongi nodded.

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[y00ngz]

Idk what the hell is going on but I’m so confused right now. I’m so fucking wrecked today. I want nothing but this man to obliterate me.

[y00ngz]

Idk what the hell is going on but I’m so confused right now. I’m so fucking wrecked today. I want nothing but this man to obliterate me.