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[sailorjisunq]

방탄

[babykittenteach]

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David, we may have meant something else by that but it's still appreciated.

[morbidpandabear-blog]

Little Knight

Pairing: Dragon King! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, dragon shifter, fluff, romance.

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The kingdom of Eldoria had always had a hatred for dragons. Ever since Y/N was a child, she had been taught that they were monstrous beasts—killers of men, destroyers of villages. But she had never believed that. Y/N had been raised on stories of fire and blood, yet she saw something else in dragons: power, beauty, and a wild freedom she could never hope to attain as a knight of King Junyoung’s court. Still, she had sworn her loyalty to the human kingdom, sworn to serve, and so when she was given the mission to track and kill an injured dragon in the Shadowpine Woods, she had no choice but to obey.

With her sword strapped to her hip and her armor glinting in the dappled forest light, she moved through the dense trees, the scent of damp earth filling her lungs. The reports had said that the dragon was gravely wounded, that it had crash-landed somewhere deep in the heart of the woods after an encounter with Eldoria’s seaside forces. Killing it should have been easy.

But when Y/N found him, she froze. The dragon lay in a clearing, his massive body curled around himself in pain. His scales were darker than midnight, yet as the sunlight filtered through the trees and struck his body, they shimmered with a breathtaking emerald hue. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his left wing tattered and bloodied but healing ever so slightly by the second. And then, his head lifted slowly, and she was met with piercing golden eyes—intelligent, powerful, and searing into her very soul.

Something inside her stirred, something ancient and unexplainable. This wasn’t just a beast. He was ‘Alive’ in a way that humans could never understand.

She tightened her grip on her sword, hesitating. The dragon—Yoongi, as she would later come to know—stared at her, not with fear, but with curiosity. There was no hatred in his gaze, no fury. Only… recognition.

“I won’t kill you,” Y/N whispered, sheathing her sword.

Yoongi let out a deep exhale, his massive body relaxing slightly. And though he could not speak in this form, she swore she saw a glimmer of something knowing in his eyes.

She turned away from him and left.

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When she returned to the castle that night word had gotten to the king of what she had done, or really what she hadn’t done. King Junyoung sat upon his golden throne, his sharp eyes narrowing as she knelt before him in the grand hall, surrounded by nobles and fellow knights.

“You let it live?” His voice was cold, dangerous.

Y/N lifted her chin. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Murmurs erupted throughout the court. A knight refusing to slay a dragon? It was treason. Junyoung’s fingers drummed against the armrest of his throne. “You have disobeyed a direct order, Y/N.” His voice was quieter now, but no less lethal. “You have betrayed your kingdom.” Y/N clenched her fists. She had always known this would be the consequence, but she would not regret her choice.

“I cannot, in good conscience, kill a creature that meant no harm, he was merely flying past and our forces attacked.” she said, voice steady. Junyoung’s eyes darkened. “Then you are no knight of mine.” The guards stepped forward, swords at the ready. Y/N closed her eyes, accepting her fate.

But then, the ground trembled.

A powerful gust of wind burst through the throne room doors as they were thrown open with a resounding boom. Gasps filled the air as shadows loomed in the entrance, towering figures stepping inside. Dragons.

Or rather—dragon shifters. And at the center of them all stood him. Yoongi. No longer in his dragon form, he was now a man of striking beauty. His black hair fell in soft waves around his sharp features, his piercing golden eyes unwavering as they locked onto hers. He was dressed in dark, regal attire, his presence exuding an authority that sent shivers down the spines of all who dared to look at him. And behind him stood an army of dragon knights, their expressions cold and unyielding.

The court was silent. Yoongi stepped forward, his voice smooth yet commanding. “She is mine” he stated firmly. Y/N’s breath hitched as Junyoung’s face twisted in fury. “What?” Yoongi’s golden gaze did not waver. “She is my mate,” he declared. “And if you lay a single hand upon her, King of Eldoria, then you will be starting a war you cannot win.” A collective gasp echoed through the hall.

Mate.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. She had heard of such bonds before—rare, powerful connections that transcended mere emotion. It was a claim made only by dragons, an unbreakable bond forged by fate itself. Yoongi had known the moment he saw her in the woods. And now, he had come to claim her.

Junyoung’s jaw clenched, his fury palpable. But he was not a fool. To defy the Dragon King would be to bring ruin upon his kingdom. After a long silence, he spat, “Take her and go.”

Yoongi smirked, satisfied. He turned to Y/N then, stepping closer. His hand reached for her, fingers brushing against her cheek with a gentleness that contrasted the raw power he had just displayed. “You are mine little knight.” He spoke to her softly, staring into her eyes with his piercing golden gaze.

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart hammering as he leaned in. And then he kissed her. It was a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs, that partially sealed the bond between them with a force more powerful than any words. The court watched in stunned silence as the Dragon King claimed his mate before their very eyes.

When he pulled back, he whispered, “Come with me.”

Y/N glanced once at the court she had served, the kingdom that had cast her aside. And then she took Yoongi’s hand. As the dragons left the castle, Y/N at their king’s side, she knew one thing for certain:

She had never been more free.

[seugkwa]

지민

[blue-jisungs]

alcohol free

song inspo. alcohol free — twice

summary. in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

warnings. well, not to alcohol free bc there’s a lot of it actually LMAO, bit of crying, swearing, readers mentions she has insecurities about her nose :( + friends to lovers teehee but they’re both dumbasses >:T

a/n. man i love piña colada 😔😔

yoongi and you knew each other since childhood, so it was no shock to him that your alcohol tolerance isn’t the strongest. especially when you - apparently - quit drinking. so even a fool would know how this would end. this, as in:

“i’m not an alcoholic but look, he have to celebrate” you yelled, raising a bottle of champagne. yoongi scoffed, shaking his head. you had the keys to his place and informed him you’ll be there in 5.

so you were, all giddy and giggly, knocking your shoes off.

“you finished the tour big boy! now… what?” you hummed, placing the bottle down.

and now, after a couple of glasses in and your cheeks rosy, you shook your head.

“remember how heartbroken was i when you left be a trainee?” you whined suddenly, his brows furrowed.

“of course i do, there’s no need to remind me that. i felt like shit too” he grunted, heart aching. oh he hated that back then. but he knew that’s if it’s meant to be, you’ll end up together again. and you did.

“did you know… i considered auditioning for hybe so i could be near you?” you mumbled, looking at him. catching a glimpse of his amused look it was all it took for you two to burst out laughing.

“yeah? and what would you do? because not sing, obviously” he teased, chest filling with laughter.

“no! i’d rap!” you puffed your chest proudly, making a dramatic gesture and almost knocking the empty champagne glass “give me a beat, rapper boy!”

it was hard for yoongi to contain his laughter. after he did, he started beatboxing – or rather tried – and you freestyled. quickly giving up, you two were a giggling mess again, yoongi reaching to pout more champagne in.

a peaceful hum left your mouth when the pleasant sunshine hit your face, sounds of yoongi’s footsteps approaching reached your ears. you had your eyes closed so you only guessed he’s coming back with the meat.

“aish, y/n! i told you to wait!” he hissed upon seeing that you already opened the wine bottle. you giggled, shaking your head.

“i was impatient and hungry. and the wine was tempting” you mumbled. yoongi sighed, putting the meat on the grill.

the weather was perfect: sunny and with a light breeze. birds chirping in the background lulled you to sleep and you didn’t even eat yet. just when you thought about that, there was a sound of sizzling meat.

“yoongs…” you sighed, crooking an eye open. maybe drinking the wine before eating and in full sun wasn’t the best idea but…

“hmm?” your best friend hummed, busy on his task.

“what would you name your kids?” you asked, closing your eyes again. he frowned, wondering.

“i don’t know, i haven’t thought about that. you?” he replied genuinely, turning his head to look at you.

“if it’s a boy, jin or ian. if a girl then… summer” you hummed, a lazy smile blooming on your lips. he nodded in acknowledgement before realising.

“wait, jin?!” he whined, causing you to giggle.

you grunted, plopping down on the couch next to yoongi. he looked at you curious, namjoon stopping the conversation to give you a question look.

“the music sucks, seriously” you huffed, grabbing your tequila. you have it a quick stir before taking a sip, namjoon’s girlfriend raised her own glass.

“agreed” she hummed and you clinked glasses, taking a big sip. the song came to an end, another one playing. a soft, slow beat caused the couple in front of you to look at each other

“now we’re talking” namjoon laughed. his girlfriend put down the glass and he grabbed her hand, placing a soft peck at the back of it “may i have this dance?”

“oh of course” she sighed dreamily and they left, namjoon winking at yoongi. you wolfed down the rest of your drink, leaning your body on the table with a guttural groan.

“what is it?” yoongi asked, amused.

“they’re so in love it’s unfair” you mumbled, looking at the pair disappearing in the crowd of sickeningly big amounts of couples “i guess i was always jealous of them, just a bit”

yoongi tilted his head, interested. that’s new…

“you can see how much she loves him just by the way she looks at him” a quiet murmur left your mouth, barely audible. but yoongi heard it, features softening.

you jolted up, your back meeting his arm that - you didn’t even notice when - was resting on the back of your seat.

“anyway! lemme grab more tequilas… you want some?” you asked, grinning. your best friend just shook his head, amused.

“how do you do that?” you asked, eyes flickered between him and the whiskey in his hand. yoongi let out a quiet, heart-warming laugh.

“i just like whiskey. i don’t feel the need to taste every possible drink on the menu, unlike someone i know” he teased and you faked a offended look, pulling your margarita closer.

“i just feel like having margaritas today, what’s wrong with that? you’re just boring” you mumbled and took a sip.

“yeah, well, at least i don’t get drunk after having two drinks” yoongi grunted. you scoffed, punching his arm

“i’m interesting when i’m drunk, so you shouldn’t complain” you hummed, glaring playfully at him. he titled his head

“yeah? who told you that?” he shook his head, grabbing his whiskey.

“i tend to share secrets” resting your chin in the palm of your hand, he cocked an eyebrow “like… i never went skiing”

he let out a dramatic gasp.

“unbelievable. shocking. i never saw that coming” he giggled and you punched him again.

“i swear! i never told anyone that! why do you think i always turn down namjoon’s girlfriend when she asks me to go with her friends?” you mumbled, grabbing your drink. yoongi let out a scoff, frowning. that would make sense, he always thought you were simply busy.

“i’ll teach you one day” yoongi smiled sweetly, noticing how your eyes lit up.

sipping on your mojito with lime, you flipped the pages of a random beauty magazine laying in the table. yoongi looked up from his notebook, scanning you.

“oh, i know this actress!” you hummed to yourself, placing a finger on her cheek. your brows furrowed in thought, trying to recall where you saw her before. he leaned closer, taking a peek.

“oh, her” he hummed “she’s pretty”

you nodded, weird feeling washing over your stomach.

“yeah…” you agreed quietly, taking a sip of your mojito “she has such a pretty nose”

“that’s a specific thing to say” he giggled, coming back to his notebook filled with lyric ideas.

“i don’t know, i always payed attention to noses since i don’t like mine…” barely audible murmur left your mouth, causing him to freeze.

“you don’t like your nose? i think it’s cute” yoongi said seriously, slowly looking at you. a blush formed on your cheeks, trying your best not to smile too wildly.

“that’s… thank you” you hum, continuing to flip the pages.

the horrendous pounding in your head would stop a normal person from drinking. but, as yoongi reminded you often, you’re not normal.

taking a sip of your sweet mimosa you groaned, the night breeze making you shiver a bit.

“hey… what are doing here… alone?” your best friend’s voice brought you back to reality. you looked up and sent him a soft smile.

“thinking… and also its so loud inside, i had to catch some fresh air” you hummed, leaning against the railing “and you?”

“i saw that my favourite person is missing” yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, standing next to you “what are you thinking about?”

“y’know… first crushes… what ifs…” you sighed, swirling your mimosa, the piece of orange almosr falling inside. your friend’s brows furrowed. now that’s interesting.

“first crushes? how come i did not know you even had one?” he teased, nudging your arm

“well i never knew about yours so we’re even” you grunted, causing him to scoff.

“i think… my friend crush was a classmate of mine but man, it was so long ago. i heard she’s married now” he said shyly, watching you sip on the drink. you didn’t know why your heart was hit by a sudden pang “and yours?”

“but don’t laugh at me or i’ll throw you off the balcony” you send him a threatening look, pointing at the railing. yoongi rose his hands up as a i give up sign. you sighed and looked around, making sure no one hears you “my first crush was hobi”

“what?!” yoongi yelped, causing you to fly and cover his mouth. both erupting with giggles, you shook your head.

“shut up! it was when you debuted, okay?! he was cute and mysterious… shut up, don’t look at me like that! and don’t even think about telling him!” you whined, his laughs making you grin too.

your friends watched you two from behind the door, sharing whispers about how cute you look right now.

“oh no…” yoongi murmured upon seeing you and the empty glasses on the table. you were finishing your fourth piña colada, a drink you always had when you felt extremely sad. ‘to have some contrast in your life, since piña colada is a happy drink’ was your explanation. he sat down in front of you, nudging your leg “what happened?”

you just sniffed, teary eyes looking at yoongi’s worried ones.

“you’re so dumb”

“excuse me?” he scoffed, leaning forward to grab your hand. you smacked his, even more tears gathering ar your waterline

“see! that’s what i’m talking about! you’re so cute and sweet to me all the time and you don’t even know how many damage you do because of that!” you whined, shaking your head and wiping your tears. yoongi was truly dumbfounded. was this another drunken confession…?

“i don’t… i don’t understand” he whispered, standing up to sit next to you

“i love you, yoongi” you blurt out suddenly, causing him to freeze “i can’t do this anymore. i wanted to tell you while not being drunk but it just came down on me, and i for sad because i started thinking what if i ruin our friendship and i got drunk and accidentally confessed now… my life is a joke and i hate you”

“that was… a lot to unpack. also i don’t understand one thing: you hate me but you love me?” he asked, amused and sat down next to you, titling your chin so you were looking at him

“yes, because you don’t see it! everyone sees it! even jungkook asked me when were planning to tell them were dating because it’s so obvious there’s something going on! and you… you don’t see it” you whined, leaning towards and hiding your face in the crook of his neck, bursting out crying.

yoongi would lie if he said he wasn’t amused by all of this but he hated seeing you cry; besides it all made sense now. now that he’s thinking about it, you really were really obvious about his feelings.!

“‘m sorry, don’t cry, okay?” he chuckled, pulling you back a bit. one hand cupping your jaw, the other wiping your tears. you pouted, a small smile forming in his lips “and don’t… don’t do that”

“why not?” you jutted your lower lip even more dramatically

“because i’ll kiss you” he hummed nonchalantly, wiping the last tears. you froze, feeling like all the alcohol left your body

“what?” you whispered, blinking slowly.

“y/n… you’re so cute it hurts. we’ve known each other for years… basically our whole lives… and why come do i learn about you the most ridiculous things when you’re drunk? it’s a funny habit and i’d never thought it would be contagious” yoongi said slowly, hands slowly cupping your face and squishing your cheeks gently “like… right now. i’m not drunk but i just learned a new thing about myself…”

you frowned, not fully understanding what he’s saying.

“that i like you. i like you too. i had this weird feeling lately but sometimes you need to hear it out loud” he breathed out, stomach filling with butterflies. there it is, that funny feeling again “so what do you say? do we give it a chance?”

“can i kiss you?” you asked eagerly, placing your hands on his. yoongi just nodded and leaned closer.

when you placed your lips on his, he could taste the sweet piña colada you had before. the kiss was something he’d never even dream of; soft and tender… loving.

you pulled back, giggling.

“i feel like i’m drunk…” you grinned, causing him to roll his eyes “…on you this time”

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[yearofinstitutionalization]

283/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[outrodive]

🎀🎀🎀

[a--a---a]

i am definitely hoping (praying) this is a dream or case related fakeness, but if it's not i think it would be really interesting to see the inner dynamics of everyone with their own personal drama and how they do (or do not) put it aside for this occasion.

like, elephant in the room with tommy being jealous of eddie/addressing his statement about "competition" when mb things get heated? mb tommy comforts buck, and eddie sees it and doesn't mask his reaction right away. and that starts a THING. and buck is like *this is not the time*. and like he holds eddie's hand or something, but it's the end end for bucktommy.

but like that's buck's DAD. and may and harry.

and low-key he's kinda eddie's dad too. more his mentor and guide. but UGH.

and like whatever happens to hen. like i am sure there's trauma from whatever happens in 8x13, but just imagine her stepping up. and like becoming captain. taking everything she learned from bobby and moving forward.

i don't even wanna talk about chimney cuz like. this is the end of an era. started in a pit of mud (gerrard) and ended there too ig? if he takes back over, will that undo all of what bobby did? the environment and the FAMILY he created for the 118? UGH. (but again hoping for hen.)

and ATHENA. (omg 🤢😭🤢😭🤢😭)

[jjungkookislife]

Quitting my job to keep up with BTS schedules

[bangtan-icons-blog]

SUGA | Agust D TOUR 'D-DAY' THE ORIGINAL |

[winxanity-ii]

⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 00 Chapter 00 | Blurb⌟

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As you ran, your lungs began to burn with the effort of your escape. The shouts of the security guard echoed behind you, growing fainter yet still filled with determination and a persistent threat that spurred you on. ❝Someone stop her!❞

Despite the panic that coursed through you, a part of you couldn't help but relish in the distance you had put between yourself and the pursuing guard.

Against better judgment, you couldn't help but throw a victorious smile over your shoulder, only to be met with a silent, empty hallway. For a second, you grew confident that you might just make it out of all of this unscathed.

Your confidence only grew the moment you spotted a sign ahead pointing towards the rear exit of the building. Freedom was just around the corner, literally.

You quickened your pace, the taste of victory on your tongue.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans. As you rounded the last corner, your world suddenly collided with an unexpected obstacle. The impact was immediate and unforgiving; you found yourself tumbling to the ground, face-first. ❝Shit,❞ you hissed through gritted teeth, the pain sharp in your nose.

❝Ooh, that looked like it hurt. Are you okay?❞ A deep voice asked, cutting through the haze of your pain as you struggled to push yourself up onto your knees.

Looking up, your gaze met that of a blue-haired male, his face partially obscured by a black facemask, his hair sticking out from beneath a beanie. He extended his hand for you to grab.

❝Yeah, I'm good. Thanks,❞ you managed, accepting his help with a small bow; the gesture was automatic, a sign of gratitude even as your mind raced with the need to escape. ❝Sorry about running into you, by the way.❞

❝It's alright, no harm done,❞ he assured you, his voice soothing in its steadiness.

But before you could fully express your thanks, the distant shout of a guard broke the brief respite. ❝I think she went this way. Check this hall.❞ The warning was clear; your time was running out.

Forcing a smile, you turned back to the blue-haired stranger, the urgency of your situation clear. ❝I'm sorry once again, and thanks for helping me up, but I gotta go. Important adult things to do, you know?❞ Your words were rushed, a feeble attempt to mask the desperation that clung to every syllable.

As you made to leave, his hand on your shoulder stopped you. His grip was firm, yet not unkind, drawing your attention to the red jacket clutched in your arms. ❝Wait. Is that my hoodie?❞

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You only had to pretend to be someone else because you owed a favor.

So why are you now fighting tooth and nail to reclaim your most prized possession from someone who can probably buy a thousand of themㅡheck, one of which can even be made in Gucci?

You shouldn't have been so careless at the BTS fan meeting and now you're paying the price; still, you won't rest until you get your hoodie back, even if you have to fight an idol to do so.

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╭─↬ ❗𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆❗ ↫─╮ There will be mentions/descriptive scenes of the following:

╭ ⁞ ❏. Language ┊ ⁞ ❏. Stalker-Like Tendencies ┊ ⁞ ❏. Toxic/Manipulative Behavior ┊ ⁞ ❏. Anxiety Attacks ┊ ⁞ ❏. Koreaboo/ "Transracial" ┊ ⁞ ❏. Employment Fraud (lol)

Lol, I don't know if I got them all, so if you see anything I didn't list, come back and comment right here so I can add them to the list later ➡

Enjoy (•͈˽•͈)

[sailorjisunq]

정국 + 민규

[morbidpandabear-blog]

Farming Feline

Date posted — March 13 2025

Hybrid! Yoongi x Reader

Warning! — Down on his luck Yoongi, and fluff.

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Y/N had always enjoyed the simple life on her farm. There was something about the steady rhythm of farm life that kept her grounded. The early mornings, the soft rustle of the wind through the wheat fields, the clucking of the chickens—all of it had become a comfort. It was just her, a small house, a few horses, and a whole lot of hay.

But one night, everything changed.

It started with the horses. They were whinnying, stomping their hooves, and generally making a racket that would’ve woken the dead. Y/N, groggy and annoyed, slipped out of bed and pulled on her thick flannel robe.

"Great," she muttered under her breath. "Probably just some raccoons again. Or maybe a fox... Who knows, at this point."

Y/N grabbed a flashlight and trudged out to the barn, hoping to quiet the animals and go back to sleep. But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze.

There, in the far corner, curled up like a cat in a sunbeam, was a man. Or, well, sort of a man. He had the body of a human, but his ears? Feline. Pointed, twitching ears. His eyes gleamed in the flashlight’s glow—bright, slitted pupils, the kind of gaze that made you think he could see through you.

She blinked. Then blinked again.

"Uh… hello?" she called out, trying to sound casual despite the fact that there was a hybrid in her barn.

The figure stirred, lifting his head. His hair was dark, almost black, and messy in a way that somehow still looked deliberate, like he had spent hours perfecting that disheveled look.

His voice was low, and a little gruff as he yawned, "What?"

Y/N took a cautious step forward. "What... are you doing here?"

The man, cat? looked at her as if the question was completely ridiculous. "What does it look like? I’m napping."

Y/N stared. "In my barn."

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, his tail flicking lazily behind him. "I like barns. Good hay here."

"Right," Y/N said, trying to process what she was seeing. "Okay, um... you can't just sleep here. This is my barn."

The man—Yoongi, as it turned out after a few awkward moments of trying to get his attention—grumbled something incomprehensible. "I’ll leave in the morning."

Crossing her arms she spoke. "What’s your deal anyway?” Ignoring her question Yoongi began to pick at the hay underneath him.

"Right listen man," she said slowly. "I’m... I’m gonna need some answers. Like, why are you here? And—"

"I could ask you why you live on a farm in the middle of nowhere," he interjected, his tone still as gruff as ever, but Y/N couldn’t help noticing the flicker of humor in his eyes.

Y/N paused, biting back a laugh. "Fair point. But you still have to leave."

Yoongi sighed dramatically and stretched out, his tail flicking in an almost annoyed manner. "Look, lady. I’m... in between jobs. It’s hard enough to keep a job as a hybrid, let alone an apartment. So I thought I’d take a little nap before I figure out what to do with my life. Didn’t know the barn came with a roommate."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "How about we make a deal?"

"Yeah? What kind of deal?" he asked, his tone skeptical.

"It’s simple, I’ll let you have the spare room and you can have all the food you want, but in exchange you work here around the farm." she said, hands on her hips. " I don’t know if you could tell but I could use an extra set of hands around here."

Yoongi gave her a blank stare. “A farmhand? Really? I’m not exactly cut out for... whatever this is.”

Y/N crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well, you're gonna have to do something or it wouldn’t be fair."

Yoongi grumbled something incoherent under his breath, clearly not thrilled with the idea. “Fine,” he muttered. “But don’t expect me to do anything that involves getting dirty. I’m a very clean person.” Y/N rolled her eyes. "You were trying to sleep in a barn, Yoongi."

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The next few weeks were... interesting, to say the least. Yoongi wasn’t exactly what one would call a “hard worker.” He spent most of his time sitting around on hay bales, occasionally giving the chickens a half-hearted glare when they pecked too loudly. But Y/N had a feeling things would change sooner or later.

"Yoongi!" Y/N called one afternoon, holding a rake as she surveyed the field. "Why aren't you working?"

Yoongi, lounging on a pile of hay under the shade of an old oak tree, didn't even open his eyes. "I am working. I’m supervising."

“Supervising the hay bales?”

“I have a lot of experience in management,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head and yawning. Y/N huffed, trying not to laugh. “Alright, you manage that hay and I’ll get to the rest of the farm. And no more napping, okay?”

“Fine, fine,” Yoongi muttered, reluctantly hopping off the hay and walking toward the barn. “But only because you’re making me.”

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As time went on, something started to change. Yoongi began to open up little by little. It started with small, random comments. When she made lunch one afternoon, he commented on how good the smell of her homemade bread was. He’d make remakers with only a hint of sarcasm now about how “ Maybe your food is better than scraps." though Y/N knew he secretly enjoyed every meal. And even though he was still aloof, he started showing up more regularly to help her with things—mending fences, feeding the animals, and even walking the horses when she needed a break.

One evening, after a long day of work, Y/N and Yoongi sat together on the porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon. She turned to him, sipping her lemonade, and noticed that he was... actually looking at her. Not just glancing, not looking past her, but genuinely looking, his coal black eyes thoughtful.

"Hey, Yoongi," she said, trying to break the silence. “You’re... not as bad as I thought you’d be.”

Yoongi smirked, though it was less cold now and more... fond. “Yeah? You’re not as annoying as I thought either.”

Y/N laughed, enjoying the lighthearted teasing. “Well, I guess that makes two of us.”

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence. Then Yoongi, looking at her more seriously, and spoke, his tone full of sincerity, "Thanks for letting me stay here. I know I’m not exactly the ideal farmhand, but... I appreciate it."

Y/N smiled, setting her glass down. "You’re starting to grow on me. Don’t get used to it, though."

He raised an eyebrow. "What, am I supposed to become some lovable farm cat now?"

She chuckled. “Maybe.”

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A few months later, Y/N could no longer deny it. She’d developed feelings for the quirky, sarcastic man with the cat ears. Yoongi had somehow wormed his way into her life, and she found herself smiling now when she saw him perched on hay bales or tossing a sarcastic quip her way.

One night, after they had finished up a long day of chores, Yoongi dropped his usual detached attitude and looked at her earnestly as they stood by the barn.

“I’ve... uh... been thinking,” Yoongi said awkwardly. “I’m not exactly great with feelings, but... maybe this isn’t just a work arrangement anymore.”

Y/N tilted her head, her heart racing. “What are you trying to say, Yoongi?”

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck, his tail flicking nervously behind him. “I don’t know. I guess... I kind of like being here with you. More than I should. You make things... better.”

Y/N’s heart melted. “I feel the same way, you know.”

Yoongi smiled—a rare, soft gummy smile that made her heart flutter. “Yeah?”

"Yeah," she replied softly, taking a step closer. “You’ve grown on me too.”

And just like that, Yoongi, the aloof, sarcastic cat hybrid, had gone from being an unexpected farmhand to the person she couldn't imagine her life without.

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From then on, Y/N and Yoongi became more than just farm partners. They worked together, laughed together, and even did the little domestic things that made life so special. They cooked dinner together (and occasionally bickered about who was better at making pasta). They did laundry, each pretending to be the expert in folding, but secretly stealing each other’s shirts when the other wasn’t looking. And, yes, they even took turns herding the chickens—though it was clear Yoongi was much more graceful at it, given his cat-like reflexes.

Before long, the farm felt more like home than it ever had before. It was theirs—Yoongi’s and hers—full of laughter, love, and, of course, a little bit of sass.

[seugkwa]

sabrina carpenter + jimin

[blue-jisungs]

a/n. phew, it’s been a while since i wrote a time stamp! also, it was slightly inspired by “it’s golden hour somewhere” by lovejoy [the thing that joon says is a lyric, it was stuck in my mind for like forever ^_^ ]

[ 2:03am ] namjoon looked at the view in front of him, sun peeking through the lively green leaves of trees that surrounded him. his thoughts drifted away, sinking in the deepest corners of his mind. the soul-healing chirp of birds was accompanied by your sudden, obnoxiously loud yawn.

“are you still here?” you hummed, a tired giggle sounding more like a breath. namjoon’s eyes flickered back to the screen of his phone and his dimples showed in a genuine smile “what?”

it was so dark in your room he could barely see you. the small koya plushie was trapped in your arms as you fought another yawn.

“i wish that i could kiss the pixels off your lips” namjoon mumbled, still somewhere far away. a gust of wind caused his hair to fall on his forehead.

“24 hours, jonnie, and we’ll reunite” a barely audible voice of yours made his heart feel with warmth. with the soft singing of birds, he imagined taking you here soon.

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[yearofinstitutionalization]

325/638 One Suga a day while he is away