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Neglect

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- Angst, misunderstanding, fluff, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, from behind, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms

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Yoongi POV

"Jagi, I can't right now", I say

"You can naekkeo", she whispers in my ear, kissing my neck, her arms around me from behind

God she's driving me insane

I just want to turn around, throw her on my desk and fuck her hard and fast

But I can't

Namjoon needs this song in an hour before practice

"No baby, I can't. Namjoon needs the song before practice. That's in an hour."

"Really naekkeo? You can't just stop for ten minutes?", she asks

"Ten?", I ask pretending to be shocked, "What are you trying to say?"

"Oh stop. You know what I mean. If you only have ten minutes, then you can do it in ten", she rolls her eyes

Fuck she's making it really hard to say no

Just thinking of her sliding up and down my cock is turning me on

'Stop!', I yell at myself

I need to get this done

"Baby, I want to but I can't right now ok?"

She sighs, "Ok Yoongi."

I feel bad for saying no again

It's not like I don't want her, I do but I have so much work and it's stressing me out

"I guess I'm gonna go so you can finish", she says

I don't want her to go but I shouldn't keep her here

She was with me all morning and I haven't paid any attention to her

And I'm just going straight to practice after this

"Ok jagi. I'll see you tonight ok?"

"Yeah Yoongi. Ok naekkeo", she answers

She leans down and kisses my cheek

"I love you"

"I love you Jo", I answer

She gives me a small smile, then she's gone

I feel bad that I'm not spending any time with her

It's been like this for awhile because we're getting ready to release a new album

We get really busy during that time

This is the first album since our wings album and we got bigger

There's a lot of changes for this album

More photo shoots, more videos, more practices, more everything because now there are different versions of the album

I always get home really late and she's always asleep when I get there

She's also asleep when I leave at the ass crack of dawn

I know she's probably upset but she never shows it or complains

I'm so lucky I have her

And I'm going to make everything up to her as soon as I have any free time

She deserves that and I want her to know how much I love her

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I'm so tired

I'm on a break from the photo shoot we have today

I didn't get home last night until after 2

She was already sleeping and I felt like such an asshole

I told her I'd see her last night but I couldn't

Again

But I did get to see her a little this morning

She had to get up with me

She's one of our makeup artists and she had to come with me to the photo shoot

The photo shoot is almost over but I have practice after this

Again

So I don't know when I'm going to see her

Which is why I'm looking for her now so I can spend my break with her

If I can find her before it ends

I pass by a room, glancing in and seeing her there

I'm about to walk in when I see she's talking to someone, Grace another make up artist who she's close with

"He said no?", Grace asks

"Yeah", she answers

"Why?"

"He said he had to finish a song. I get it, I know he's busy"

"Uh yeah but it's obvious it's bothering you"

"Yeah but not because I didn't get sex", she answers

"Ok then why?"

"I just....he's always been busy before but that's never stopped him. He'd always find time see me for like fifteen or twenty minutes."

"For sex?", Grace asks

"Yes and no. Not just sex but to talk to me, hug me, tell me he loves me, see how my day is going, tell me about his. You know things a boyfriend says to his girlfriend"

"And he hasn't been doing that?"

"No", she answers, "Yesterday when I told him I was leaving he just said ok. He didn't try to stop me or ask me to stay or to go to practice with him. I just left and didn't hear from him for the rest of the day. I saw him when he woke me up to come here."

I didn't want her to go but I really didn't think she'd want to come to another practice

"Uh when was the last time you had sex with him"

"Uh two, no, three months ago", she answers

Shit

Has it really been that long?

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"And is that how long he hasn't spent any time with you? Like besides when you're doing his makeup?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm always alone. He's never at home anymore. Not even just to see if I'm there or if I'm ok. Just to sleep if he even makes it home instead of just going to the dorm.", she explains, "He doesn't text either. Not like he used to. And he's never been the kind of guy who does phone calls either. I just miss him. A lot."

Fuck

I'm messing up so much when it comes to her

She's right about everything

I haven't been texting her or even seeing if she's ok

I haven't spoken to her, for real, for months

I'm always in the studio or at practice or a shoot or a performance

"So why don't you go out? Do something when you're home alone?", Grace asks

"I don't feel like it. I used to go out to the park or to the bookstore but I just don't want to leave the apartment anymore. Just thinking about getting up, getting dressed and driving somewhere makes me tired. I don't want to do it"

"Jo, I think you may be depressed"

What?

No she can't be

Not because of me

I can't handle if it's true

That I'm the cause of something so horrible, something that hurts her

I never want to hurt her

Ever

"Nah, I'm just lazy", she answers

Grace is silent for a minute

"Jo, I don't really know what to say about any of this"

"I.....", she trails off

"What Jo? You can tell me"

"I think that he's....he's not attracted to me anymore. He used to never say no. He used to always want to be with me. I think he doesn't want me anymore and this is his way of distancing himself before he ends it", she says quietly

WHAT?

Is she insane?

No fucking way

"How long have you been together?"

"Eight years. Since we were 16"

"Wow."

"Yeah. Maybe he's tired of me and wants someone better"

No just no

She can't think this

That has never crossed my mind once in all our years together

I know I want her for the rest of my life

I knew it when I asked her out and I know it to this day

"Better? Whose better?"

She shrugs, "An idol? Someone who gets what it's like to be one? Or just someone who's not me"

No fucking way

I don't want an idol

I don't want anyone else

I want her

Only her

"Jo, I think you just need to talk to him"

"No", she answers so fast

"Why?", Grace asks

"Because I...I can't hear him tell me he doesn't love me. I can't hear him say he doesn't want me. Hearing him say it.....I just can't"

"So you'd rather just wait for him to break up with you? If that's even what he's going to do?"

She nods, "I can just tell him I know why so he doesn't have to say it. But if I ask him, then he's going to have to answer me. And I don't want to hear him tell me....tell me...fuck I can't even say it again"

"But doesn't he tell you he loves you?"

"Yeah but he's always distracted when he says it. And he just could be saying it because it's an automatic response."

It's not

I love her

With all my heart

This is all my fault

I've neglected her to the point where she thinks I don't love her

I never want her to think that

I fucked up

"Yoongi!", I hear my name being called

Shit

I don't want her to know I've been listening to her conversation

At least not yet

I move towards whoever is calling me

"Yoongi?", she calls

I turn to her voice, sad look on her face

"Hi jagi", I answer

"Did you have a break yet?", she asks

"Uh yeah", I answer

A look of hurt flashes on her face before she hides it

"Oh. Uh what did you do? Did you sleep?", she asks quietly

Shit

I shouldn't have told her I had a break

Now she thinks I didn't want to spend it with her

"I...uh..", I stammer

I don't know what to say

"It's ok. Forget I asked", she says looking down

"Jo-"

"Uh I'm gonna go ok? I'm uh not feeling too good, so I'm going home. You're almost done right?"

I nod

She's not feeling good?

Why what's wrong?

Is she sick?

"Ok so one of the other makeup artists can fix your makeup if you need it. You have practice after right?"

"Uh yeah", I answer, "But baby what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"My stomach just hurts. I'll be ok"

She's lying

She's hurt and just wants to go home, to be away from... everything I guess

And it's my fault she feels this way

"I'll see you whenever ok?", she says turning from me, "I love you"

She walks away, not even giving me a chance to tell her I love her

I need to fix this asap

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"Yoongi, what the hell? That's like the tenth time you messed up. And stepped on my foot!", Jin yells

"Sorry", I mumble

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. It's like two in the morning"

I just want to go home

I want to be with her

"Don't give me that shit. Something is wrong", Jin insists

He's pissing me off

"Back off", I snap

"No. We have a fucking performance soon and you're fucking up. So what's wrong?"

"This!", I yell waving my hands around, "This, all this! The constant fucking practicing, the triple photo shoots, the schedule that has us even more fucking busy than we normally are! How every fucking waking moment is about work! How I have to be Suga all the time instead of Yoongi! How I have to be here instead of with her!"

They stare at me, shocked

"But we've always been busy especially around the time when we release an album", Hobi answers, "What's different this time?"

"This time I may lose her", I choke out

"What? Why?", Jimin gasps

"Because she thinks I don't love her and I'm going to breakup with her"

"Uh why would she think that? And how do you know?", Namjoon asks

"On my break today, I was looking for her and I heard her talking to Grace."

"About what?"

"How I haven't spent any time at all with her in three months. How I used to but I never find time anymore. How I always come home when she's sleeping, always gone when she wakes up. How we haven't had sex in three months"

"Uh....why not?", Jungkook asks

"Because I'm too busy! Because every time I finish with one thing, another thing is thrown at me that I have to do immediately. Because it's one thing after another. I have to tell her no every time she tries to kiss me, hug me, be with me because a song needs to be finished in an hour or I have to practice all day or we have photo shoots or she's always asleep when I finally see her and I don't want to wake her up, just to have sex, like I'm using her"

Silence

They don't say anything

They don't have to

"She thinks I'm not attracted to her and I don't want her. She's actually waiting for me to break up with her. She thinks I'm trying to distance myself from her before I leave her. She doesn't want to talk to me about it because she can't....fuck", I stop, breathing hard, trying not to cry

"What Yoongi?", Tae asks

"She thinks I'm going to tell her I don't love her, I don't want her and she can't take hearing that even though I would never say that to her"

"What?", Jimin asks confused

I laugh sarcastically, "Her plan is to wait for me to break up with her and tell me I don't need to explain because she already knows why so she doesn't have to hear me say it"

"I....I'm sorry Yoongi.", Jin says

"What are you going to do?", Tae asks

"I have to talk to her. I have to tell her that I love her and I'm never going to leave her. But I can't with this fucking schedule. I'll be gone tomorrow before she wakes up again because I need to finish three songs before the meeting with our managers and then we have practice again, all day. And the next day, we have a performance so that means all day at the venue, rehearsing and I'll see her only when she's putting my make up on"

I think to the days coming and I actually don't have any fucking time to see her and talk to her.

I can't believe this shit

It's like how it used to be when I was a trainee and they kept me from going to Daegu to see her

No wonder she thinks I'm going to leave her

"This is so fucked. We've never been this busy before where there's actually no time for anything else"

"Yoongi, listen ok.", Namjoon says, "Tomorrow don't come to practice"

"What?", I ask warily

"Just come to the meeting, then leave and go stay with her. You're going to be distracted again if you come anyway. So just go home and talk to her"

"I....are you sure?", I ask

"Yeah. I don't want you and Joanne to break up. You two love each other and need to fix this", Namjoon replies

The relief I feel is immense

And I thank god Namjoon is giving me the time to fix my relationship

I just nod, "Thanks"

"I guess we should all stop now and go home", Namjoon says

"Yes!", Jungkook yells

Namjoon glares at him

"What I'm tired", Jungkook says

"Whatever lets go", Namjoon mutters

I get my stuff, say bye to the guys and get ready to go home to my jagi

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It's dark inside the apartment

I don't want to turn on any lights and wake her up

So I use the flashlight on my phone to see where I'm going

When I open the bedroom door, I see her sleeping

She's curled on her side of the bed, under the blanket

I can't help it, I go and sit next to her, dimming the flashlight so it's not so bright but I can still see her

Some hair is around her face so push it back, running my fingers in it

God I love her so much

It kills me that she thinks I don't love her

Looking at her I notice she has something she's holding to her, and she's actually laying on part of it

I pull the blanket down a little, squinting

Fuck

It's one of my shirts

She's sleeping, holding on to my shirt because she can't hold me

That breaks my heart

She's holding onto it so tightly and she wrapped part of her hand in it

Then I noticed she's wearing one of my shirts too

I move the blanket more and she also has on one of my pajama pants

Oh god what did I do to her?

She has to wear my clothes to feel close to me

Sleep holding my shirt because I'm not here

I'm such a fucked up boyfriend

And the worst part is that I didn't even notice how she felt

If I didn't hear her conversation today, I still wouldn't know

Because I haven't been paying attention to her

I see part of the shirt she's wearing is a little wet

It's then that I notice I'm crying and my tears are what's making the shirt wet

I lean over her, kissing her cheek, then get up to change

I just put on a t-shirt and pj pants, then get in the bed next to her

I turn to her, moving as closer to her as I can, cuddling into her back

And I just cry

I can't stop it

I can't believe I didn't see anything

How long has she been sleeping with one of my shirts?

How long has she been using them to sleep in?

How could I have not noticed until today?

I sleep next to her when I can and I was too stupid to notice

I wasn't paying attention but I will from now on

I'll never make her feel like this again

She moves, turning around to face me

"Wha?", she whispers, her eyes barely open

"Yoongi?", she asks tiredly

"Yeah jagi, I'm here", I answer

She moves closer to me, snuggling into my chest, her head on my arm and her arm around my body

"Yoongi", she says softly, her eyes closed

In a few seconds she's sleeping again, breathing evenly

"I'm sorry jagi", I whisper, holding her tightly, "I'm sorry. I love you Jo. So much. I'm going to fix everything. I swear"

I kiss her forehead and close my eyes, trying to sleep for a little

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My alarm goes off and I reach for my phone to turn it off

I didn't sleep well

I kept waking up to find her on her side of the bed, away from me

I don't know why but I think it's because she's used to sleeping alone

I have to ask her when I come back after the meeting

She's laying on me now because I woke up half an hour ago and moved her to me

Again

I don't want to go

I don't want to wake her up

I want to stay right here, holding her

'You can after the meeting', I tell myself

Gently, I move her on her pillow but her eyes open

Fuck, I was trying not to wake her up

"Yoongi?", she asks, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes, "What time is it?"

"It's 9:30 baby."

"Oh. You have practice this early?"

"No baby. I have a meeting with the guys and the managers."

She nods, "Right, I uh remember you said that, uh the other day. You have practice after the meeting right?"

"About that, I'm not going to practice", I answer

"Oh. Why?"

"I'm gonna come home after the meeting"

She looks at me tiredly, "Oh ok"

"You're going to be here right Jo?", I ask

"I uh yeah. I have no where to go so yeah"

I hate that she just stays home all day and has nothing to do

She works when we have photo shoots, music videos, performances, events or interviews

But there's no reason to have a make up artist when we're just practicing

I think Grace is right

I think she's depressed

Especially if she's just home alone all day

And if I'm right, then it's all my fault

I made her depressed, I made her think I don't love her

It's killing me

But I'm going to fix it today

"Ok jagi", I answer

I gotta get up so I go to the bathroom

When I get out, she goes in while I get dressed

"Jo?", I call

"Yeah?"

I walk to the kitchen where she went after the bathroom

"I'm going to go. I'll be home soon ok"

"Yeah Yoongi. Sure"

I lean down, giving her a kiss on her lips, "I love you"

"I love you too Yoongi", she answers, giving me a small smile

"Bye"

I make myself turn away from her towards the door

I stop before I leave the kitchen and glance back at her

She's just standing by the stove looking out the window while she waits for the water for her tea to boil

She looks so unhappy

I have to change that

I will

I swear I will

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I finally get out of the meeting with the guys and the managers

Pointless meeting about the schedule that we have over the next few months

More work

But I also talked to the managers about being overwhelmed with the amount of work and pressure they're putting on us

I told them that they need to lighten up or I'm going to burn out

I don't want that to happen

I love my job, I love performing, I love ARMYS

But if my body gives out, I can't do anything about it

They said they'd take what I said under consideration and we'll be getting a break after the end of the wings tour

Whatever

I'm still going to make time for Joanne no matter what they say

I leave BigHit, get into my car and drive home to spend the day with her

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I open the door to our apartment and go inside

"Jo?", I call

She was in the kitchen when I left

"Yoongi?", she asks

I follow her voice and go to the living room

She's on the couch with the tv on

Looking at me in surprise

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at practice?"

"I told you before I left jagi that I was coming back today. I'm not going to practice", I answer

"Yeah but...", she trails off

"What Jo?", I ask

Is she not happy to see me?

"I uh....I'm sorry Yoongi but I didn't believe you", she tells me

I didn't expect that but I can't blame her

"It's ok Jo. I just want to stay with you today"

She looks so confused, "You do? Why?"

I blink

Did she just ask me why?

"Uh what?", I ask unsure of what to say

"Why? Don't you have to finish the songs for the new album? And aren't you guys starting the rest of the tour in a few days? Isn't practicing more important?"

This hurts me so much

I hate how this is how she thinks because of me

God, I've neglected her so badly, she's actually asking me why I'd want to spend time with her

That's so fucked on so many levels

And it's my fault

"I uh, no baby, it's not more important than you. I miss you"

"You do?"

The look of genuine confusion on her face breaks my heart

She really thinks I don't miss her

I sit next to her, "Yeah jagi"

"Oh. I guess I don't understand what makes today different. Why you'd rather be here"

Hearing what she's saying makes me start crying

I can't stop it

Just like last night

She really can't believe I'd rather be with her than at work

"Yoongi what's wrong?", she asks panicking, "I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry I made you upset"

She puts her arms around me and holds me to her, rubbing my back

That just makes me cry harder

She thinks she upset me

Fuck I don't deserve her

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm so sorry", I sob, clutching onto her tight

"Uh it's ok Yoongi"

"No baby it's not ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you think I don't love you, don't want you. That I'm not attracted to you. But Joanne, that is so wrong"

"Uh ok", she answers

"I love you more than anything, with all my heart. You are the only girl I fell in love with and I'm just as in love with you as I was the day I realized I was..... No wait, I'm more in love with you than before. You're the only one I want, no one else"

"Yoongi, uh what's going on? What are you talking about?"

"I...I....heard you...Yyyy....yesterday talking to Grace"

"What?", she gasps

"I...I...went to look for you during my break Jo. When I fff...found you. I heard you talking to her. I heard what you said"

"Shit", she mutters

"No jagi, just listen. Please", I ask, pulling away from her and looking in her face

"Uh..ok"

"I love you Joanne", I sob, "There is no one better for me than you baby. I swear. No one compares to you. Not for me. Jagi you are the most beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Don't ever think I don't want you. I do. I did, every time you tried but I let work get in the way. And I'm sorry"

"Yoongi", she says softly

"Joanne, I don't want anyone but you. I can't live without you. I mean that. You're my everything, my world baby.", I get out, "I'm sorry I didn't notice how you felt baby. I'm sorry I didn't notice how I wasn't paying attention to you. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I never want you to think I don't love you because I always will. I can promise you I will always love you"

"How can you promise that? You can't", she says quietly

"Yes I can"

"How?"

"Because I can't even think of what it's like to be without you without crying. Because I can't imagine waking up and not seeing you next to me. I can't imagine living the rest of my life without you." I explain

I touch her beautiful face and I'm so happy when she leans into my hand

"I love you Yoongi. I feel the exact same way as about you"

"I know you do baby. I have never doubted that you love me. Ever. And I promise I'm going to change things jagi ok? I missed you so much. I promise I'm going to make time for you Jo. Everyday. I'm not going to let work take over. Lately it's been too much for me and I need to relax or I'm going to burn out. I told them that at the meeting. And I want to spend the time I take to chill out with you"

She smiles at me, "Yeah?"

"Yeah", I nod

"Ok"

I smile at her and pull her to me, my lips on hers

I put all my love into the kiss, kissing her like my life depends on it

She kisses me exactly the same way

After the kiss ends, I tell her, "I'm going to make everything up to you baby. I'm going to give you everything, all the attention I haven't been giving you. Starting now", I tell her

Leaning to her, I kiss her again

She puts her arms around my neck, kissing me back

I pull her on my lap, so shes straddling me, my hands in her hair, tongue in her mouth

She gets as close to me as possible, still kissing me

I move away from her lips, kissing her neck, making her moan

Jesus that sound turns me on so much

Sliding my hands down her body, I start pulling her shirt up

I pull away from her neck for a second to get the shirt off her

I go back to kissing her neck, licking and sucking, leaving marks all over her, touching her all over

"Yes Yoongi"

Moving down her body, I keep kissing her

When I get to her breasts, I suck gently on her nipple, running my hands up and down her back

"Shit", she moans, her body shaking a little

I smile

I love making her feel good

I miss making her feel good

Switching to her other nipple, I lick her over and over

"Fuck Yoongi"

I keep kissing her body, moving her up so she's on her knees

I kiss all over her stomach, leaving more marks all over, her hands moving into my hair and pulling

"Fuck, I love you", I whisper

"I love you Yoongi"

"Up baby", I say, helping her to stand up

I pull down her pj pants and panties, then move her back on me, just as she was before, keeping her up on her knees

I kiss lower, leaving more hickies on her perfect skin

Moving back I let my eyes roam all over her, my hands running up and down her legs

Fuck me, her body is so perfect

I can look at her all day, just sitting here staring at her

My eyes go to her pussy, and I bite my lip, getting so turned on

She's so wet, she's dripping all over my sweatpants, making them wet

I've never seen her this wet before

"Baby", I moan, just staring

"Yoongi", she whimpers

Fuck, I need her now

I pull her to me, her clit in my mouth and I start sucking fast

"Oh god Yoongi", she moans, her hands going back in my hair

"Baby", I moan too

Fuck, I love having her clit in my mouth

Licking, sucking, I love pleasuring her this way

And she loves when I play with her here than anywhere else

"Fuck YOONGI", she shouts, coming and shaking so hard, I have to hold her up by her legs

Moving my tongue to her pussy, I lick her, tasting her again and I kick myself for not doing this sooner

She tastes so good and I missed it so much

Pulling away, I see some of her cum on her thigh and I want it

I lean forward, running my tongue on her thigh, licking it off her

"Fuck, you're so good baby", I tell her

"God Yoongi. You're so fucking sexy", she moans

Not as much as she is

I look up at her, kiss her clit, making her tremble

"Can I give you more?"

"Huh?", she asks, looking down at me

God she's fucking beautiful

"I want to give my baby more. So much more jagi."

I lick her clit

"Shit"

"I want to make you feel so good baby. Over and over. I want to make you scream, make you shake, make you lose it. I want to give you everything", I explain, "Can I?"

"Yeah Yoongi. If you want to", she answers

"I want to baby. So much"

"Ok Yoongi", she smiles at me

"I love you", I tell her

I'm never going to stop telling her I love her

I want her to know, to hear it so she never forgets

"I love you", she answers

I love hearing her say that

"Ready to scream baby?", I smirk

She smirks and nods

I pull her to me, sliding my tongue all over her

"Oh god", she shouts, her hands going in my hair

Opening her legs more, I'm able to get better access to her, sliding my tongue all over her pussy

"Fuck", she whimpers

I love the way she feels against my tongue

I love everything about eating her out

I switch between licking her and sucking on her clit

"Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

God, I love it

Grabbing her, I move her, putting her on her back on the couch, opening her legs wide and sliding my tongue inside her

"Yoongi, fuck", she yells

I move my tongue up and out, sliding up her pussy, then suck on her clit

Then I slip my tongue back inside and do it again

And again and again and again

I feel her start to shake and put my tongue back in just as she explodes

She squeezes my tongue, releasing all over it, tasting fucking amazing

When she finishes, I move away, standing and taking my clothes off

Then I pick her up, lay on the couch, my head on the couch arm and slide her on my cock

"YOONGI!", she shouts, instantly clenching me tightly

"Oh god baby", I moan

Jesus Christ, I fucking forgot how good she feels

How tight, how wet

I was so stupid to wait so long

I should of been with her when I wanted to instead of stopping her

I'll never make that mistake again

Ever

"Fuck Jo. I missed you so much", I tell her

"I missed you too Yoongi. Shit you're so fucking hard and feel so fucking good", she praises

Fuck, she's the best girl ever

She tries to start moving but I stop her

"No baby"

She looks at me confused

"I don't want you to do anything. I want to give it to you. I want you to just feel ok?"

She tilts her head, looking at me but she answers, "Ok"

"Good"

Gripping her hips, I move her up then slam her down on my cock

"Shit!", she yells while I moan

I move her again, faster and harder, pleasure fucking exploding on my body

"Baby fuck", I yell

I watch her yell while I bounce her on me, pleasure on her face

She's fucking gorgeous

I feel her throbbing on me and it sends spikes of pleasure through my veins

I slam her down and she screams, orgasming, her hand gripping my wrist hard and her other gripping the couch

"YOONGI"

"Yes baby, fuck. I love when you cum on me"

"Fuck I love coming on your cock naekkeo. It feels so good", she moans

I keep fucking her through her orgasm, bringing her down and thrusting up into her at the same time

"Yoongi oh god", she shouts

I thrust harder, watching her again

She's yelling, her breasts bouncing hard, sweat all over her body

I can't tear my eyes away

I love seeing her in such pleasure and I love that I'm making her feel it

It just adds to the intense pleasure I'm feeling

The next thrust, slams into her spot, making her scream loudly

Yes

Fuck, she's gonna cum so much and I want her too

Every few slams in that spot can give her orgasm after orgasm and I love watching her in constant pleasure

The next thrust causes her first orgasm, making her shake above me and scream

"Yeah baby, more", I request

I keep going, causing another climax just as she finishes the first

"Oh god", she yells

"Again"

I slam in her again and she cums again

She's the only girl who I've been able to give multiple orgasms like this, one right after the other

And I fucking love it

Her constant orgasms makes her constantly throb and tighten on my cock, causing intense pleasure

"Again baby."

"Yoongi", she cries

"One more", I ask

One more this way

"Yes Yoongi, fuck I want it. I want you"

"I want you baby, always"

I move again and she explodes, screaming

"Yes, good girl. Fuck", I praise her, "My good girl. My best girl"

When she finishes, I pull her off and get her on her hands and knees

I thrust hard inside her and she screams my name loudly

"YOONGI"

I will never get fucking tired of hearing her scream my name

I love my name coming out of her mouth in any way

"Baby girl, your pussy is my favorite place to be"

"I love you being in me Yoongi. You always make me feel so good", she breathes hard

"Yeah baby? You always make me feel good too"

I snap my hips, burying my cock deep inside her

"Yes, baby", she whimpers

I pound in her mercilessly, just feeling the pleasure from her

She shouts and cums on me again

Looking down, I watch my cock slide in and out of her, soaked with her wetness and her cum

God that's a sight I love seeing

But I can't look for long or I'll cum

And I don't want to yet

I want to give her more

So I look away and just continue to thrust hard and fast in her

"YOONGI!", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum Yoongi!"

"Good girl baby. Be my good girl and let me feel you cum"

"Fuck!"

Her whole body shakes, her pussy squeezing and pulling my cock hard

Her arms start to give out but I grab her and hold her up

"Not yet baby. I want it again", I murmur

Slamming harder, I reach around her and rub her clit

"God Yoongi", she cries, her body trembling

"My baby likes when I play with her clit and fuck her?", I ask

"Yes Yoongi. I love it"

"Fuck baby, you're such a fucking turn on"

She really is

She can turn me on in a fucking second

"C'mon baby girl. Give me", I ask

"Oh my god Yoongi", she screams, another orgasm running through her

It feels fucking incredible

I need to get out before I cum

But she's holding on so tightly

"Bbbbb....baby let me go. Please jagi. I...I can't take it", I plead

I don't know if she's listening to me while she's feeling her orgasm

"Joanne! Let go baby. I'm gonna cum, let go!", I cry

I feel her orgasm end and the second she unclenches me, I pull out just in time

She falls face down on the couch and I sit back, trying to calm myself down

I know if I go back in her now, I'm gonna cum immediately

I give myself a few minutes, breathing hard

When I'm sure I'm good, I turn her over and move her on her back, her head on the couch's arm cushion

I open her legs, lay on her, pushing inside slowly

"Yoongi", she moans softly

"Jagi. Jo", I say kissing her lips

I move but this time I go slower, just feeling her

She tightens on me again, feeling so good

She puts her arms around me, pulling me against her, holding me tightly

Being in her arms is my favorite place to be

It's the one place I rather be than anywhere else

I feel safe and loved in her arms

And the best part is that she feels the same way in my arms

When she told me that for the first time, I was so happy

She runs her fingers up and down my back, heating every nerve in my skin

She's looking at me with so much love that it takes my breath away

She reaches out, caressing my face and I can feel her love

It's the best feeling in the world

"I love you Yoongi. So much naekkeo. Always", she whispers

God I feel like crying

I love her so much and I'm so happy she loves me

She's the only girl I ever loved and the only one that ever made me feel this way

I would give up anything for her, follow her anywhere

She's my life and I'm one thousand percent happy about it

"I love you Joanne. More than anything in this world"

She smiles at me, I can't take it

My lips land on hers in a passionate kiss

She kisses me back just as passionately

I feel her getting ready and the next time I move, she moans my name softly, coming and holding my body tightly to her

"Yoongi, my Yoongi"

The pure pleasure from her is too much and I can't hold back

I don't want to

I cum hard, pressing my body as close to her's as I can, my body shaking from my orgasm

"Joanne, oh baby, my Jo", I moan

When we both finish, I pull out but stay laying on her

She keeps holding me, running her fingers in my hair

I love when she plays with my hair

It feels good

"Baby, my baby", she whispers, "I love my Yoongi. My naekkeo"

I hold her tightly, listening to her heartbeat

"I love my Jo. So much jagi. Forever", I answer

"Forever", she agrees

I lift my head, kissing her and feeling her kiss me back

And I'm so happy I have her

Forever

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Hybrid Yoongi:

Yoongi: Jackal

Of course it’s this Yoongi… I will be taking no criticisms based on this. 0 you hear me?

The family creative, who has been struggling to tap into his muse for over a year now. He has managed to feature on some tracks to keep his name floating around the music industry, but feels he has been unable to produce anything worthwhile of his own in a long time.

Who do you think joined the pack next?

#bts fic #bts smut #bts ot7 #kpop smut #kpop fic #yoongi hybrids #hybrid bts #bts hybrid #bts suga fic #yoongi fic

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28seesaw · 3 months

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Dinner

About: A simple, comforting one-shot about Yoongi coming home after a particularly tough day. Pairing: idol!Yoongi x female OC Warnings: - Also on: AO3 A/N: Been writing bits and pieces of Yoongi fic privately but never published anything, so I decided to make a tumblr dedicated solely to it (and also to push me to actually finish the writings). If you stopped by to read this first piece, thank you ♡

It was beginning to occur to Yoongi that even outside of the public eye, he was afforded no privacy. The nature of his work meant that at any given moment, there was an infinite number of hands always in close proximity either doing something for him or with him or to him. From the wiping of sweat from his brow during photoshoots to adjusting a single wisp of his already coiffured fringe, there was quite literally nothing that Yoongi could do for himself before an outside pair of hands would swoop in.

On the tougher, more tiring days, Yoongi almost felt guilty at how angry he would get inside when this all got too much. He knew it was through nobody’s fault that his privacy felt invaded virtually every second of his working hours. It was just the job. Yet, the years and years of being in such a position did not make it any easier to get accustomed to it.

It had been another long day, and in spite of the cold weather outside, Yoongi felt nothing but the stuffy heat from being under hot studio lights all day. Nevertheless, Yoongi took a deep inhale, grateful that the long day was over, thanked all the production staff and hastily made his way to an awaiting car. Once inside, Yoongi shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the leather headrest in an attempt to wind down. Yoongi had almost drifted to sleep when he heard his driver call his name, signaling that they had arrived at his condominium.

Stepping into his private lift, Yoongi rubbed his tired eyes, only to sigh angrily at himself when he realised he had not removed his makeup. In his haste to get home as quickly as possible, Yoongi had simply collected his things and bolted, not even stopping to grab a cleaning wipe which was his usual practice. It did not help that the look today was quite a strong and elaborate one due to the nature of the shoot. He stared at his eyeliner-smudged fingers and felt the sting in his eyes from some of the mascara having gone in. This day was not ending well and there was no other way to describe it but Yoongi was upset.

When the lift doors opened with a soft chime, he was greeted with the comforting smell of his favourite instant ramyeon being cooked. Removing his shoes, he entered the hallway, making a quick left to where the kitchen was. The scene that greeted Yoongi instantly replaced whatever upset there was with amusement. The ramyeon he smelled was bubbling away in its silver pot but was literally moments away from being burnt had Yoongi not quickly walked over to turn the heat off. Yoongi then turned to see a tired, resting figure with its head tucked into folded arms on the kitchen counter. The haphazardly-tied black ponytail fell to one side, concealing the only exposed cheekbone of the otherwise buried sleeping face.

Smiling softly to himself, Yoongi tenderly pushed the hair away from the sleeping face and sat himself on the kitchen stool beside.

“Nari…” he called gently, running his thumb affectionately over her cheekbone.

Nari stirred and looked up with a start.

“Did I burn the ramyeon again?!” she said with a gasp, getting up and running to the stove.

Yoongi laughed, grateful for the way all of the anxiety and weariness of the day seemed to have vanished.

“Almost,” he replied, following Nari only to hug her gently from behind. He could not help but grin as he watched her peer into the pot, stirring at it frantically to check if the bottom had burnt even though Yoongi had already turned the stove off.

“Is this your dinner or were you making me dinner again even though I know you’re dead tired from work?” asked Yoongi, turning her round to face him “Both?” she answered, finally taking her attention away from the noodles and hugging Yoongi properly. “You could have texted me and I’d have gotten us some dinner on the way home,” said Yoongi.

The both of them stood hugging in the middle of their kitchen in a quiet moment of relief, both simply glad to be in the arms of the other. Nari pulled away first to look up at the face of her boyfriend she had missed all day only to notice the odd charcoal-coloured streaks under his left eye. .

“What happened here?” she asked, gingerly touching the corner of his eyelid. “Forgot I had make-up on…” Yoongi replied, raising his hand to show her the smudge on his fingers.

Clicking her tongue, Nari took Yoongi’s hand and led him to their sofa. When he was seated, she disappeared to their bedroom and reappeared with some cotton pads and a cleansing oil.

“Close your eyes for me?” she asked softly, seating herself beside him.

Yoongi smiled and nodded. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back, relaxing into the comfortable sofa.

Very carefully, Nari applied a few drops of cleansing oil onto the cotton pads and began gently wiping his make-up away. She started with his eyes, very carefully getting as much of the eyeliner and mascara off. Gradually, her hands moved across his forehead, down to his cheekbones and his chin. She did not rush, taking her time to clean every inch of his make-up off. It was then that Yoongi realised that for the first time since he had gone in to work that day, he was feeling calm under a pair of hands. This did not feel invasive, nor harsh, nor agitating. All Yoongi felt was solace, pure and utter solace.

“All done,” came Nari’s voice as she got up to throw the used cotton pads away. However, Yoongi stopped her, placing a gentle hand on her wrist and coaxing her to put her things down. With a small tug, Yoongi pulled Nari towards him and she more than obliged, moving to sit on his lap, slipping her arms around his neck. Yoongi buried his face in her hair and the pair sat just like this, wrapped in the warm comfort of each other.

“Yoongi,” Nari murmured against his neck. “Hmm?” he answered, placing a kiss on her temple. “The ramyeon’s going to get cold.” “Doesn’t matter. I’ll just make us another...”

Yoongi nudged her face towards his and placed a slow, thoughtful kiss on Nari’s lips. She smiled into his kiss, parting her lips slightly to draw more kisses out from him. There was no hesitation as Yoongi’s grip on her tightened, kissing her back in the way they both wanted.

“How hungry are you?” asked Yoongi, reluctantly pulling away from her. “I mean, I could eat,” Nari replied, shrugging casually. “Could you wait a little?” asked Yoongi, moving to plant kisses along the side of her neck.

Nari chuckled softly, closing her eyes as she savoured the feel of his mouth on her skin.

“And how hungry are you?” she asked, a little breathless from the way he was kissing her. “Absolutely ravenous…” Yoongi replied, before sweeping a laughing Nari into his arms, as he rushed them both to their bedroom.

#min yoongi #min yoongi fic #bts suga #bts suga fic #one-shots: myg

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minthesin · 1 year

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↠ Summary: It was supposed to be a lazy Saturday morning, but things turned the other way when you came up with the cutest idea.

↠ Pairing: Yoongi x fem!Reader

↠ Genre: established relationship!AU, smut, huge amount of fluff

↠ Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, pegging, rimjob, handjob, anal fingering, breast kissing and sucking, discussion of safe word, Yoongi in a sweater (beware of cuteness overload), lots of kisses, reader is such a tease, just Yoongi being unbearably cute🥰🫠

↠ Word count: 4.4k

author’s note: This is my first “decent” one shot, so… yeah. English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry if you find any mistakes, I tried my best to avoid them. I think this turned out pretty well. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this :) Here’s the sweater I’m talking about.

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“It’s Saturday morning. You wake up early to Yoongi still sleeping on his side, knees bent close to his chest and both hands resting under his squishy cheek, his lips formed into a pout, and his eyebrow slightly furrowed. He looks like a kitten curled up in a ball.

God, he looks so adorable, you want to squeeze those cheeks, but you don’t want to wake him up.

You step out of bed and look through the window.

It’s snowy outside. Streets and roofs are covered in crystal snow.

You instantly feel cold and are only in your pajama shorts and top.

You kick into the slippers and make your way to the wardrobe. You open the closet, and your eyes land on a blue knitted sweater.

It’s been a while since the last time you wore that sweater. It is oversized and thick, perfect for cold weather. Yoongi gave it to you last Christmas. It was your favorite thing to wear last winter. It made you warm even when it was freezing outside.

Without much thinking, you put on the sweater and head out to the bathroom.

After doing your morning skincare routine and brushing your teeth, you step into your bedroom again. Yoongi’s still fast asleep in his kitten-like position, and you can’t help yourself from muttering a silent “aww” under your nose.

It’s been a tough week for him since he had to finish the project he’s been working on for weeks. You decided not to wake him up because he deserves to rest after a tiring week.

Maybe you should do something nice for him? Maybe surprise him with breakfast in bed?

Of course, everything for your man. Even when he’d come home late, he’d still make time for you and ask about your day even when he was tired. So why don’t you make something nice for him as well?

You go to the kitchen and begin cooking breakfast. Scrambled eggs and butter toast. You also make breakfast for yourself because your stomach has been making the weirdest sound. You make a cup of cappuccino for Yoongi and a cup of tea for you. Everything’s almost done, but then you hear footsteps from the bedroom.

“Morning, honey. Are you making breakfast?”

And there’s Yoongi, standing in the doorway with nothing but a sweater and boxers on. His hair is still a little messy from sleeping, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking how cute he looks in that sweater. Brown oversized sweater with red lines around the neck. You got it for him last Christmas, and it was his favorite sweater that winter. You love it as well because he looks so lovable in it.

“Hey, umm.. good morning Yoongs, yeah, I’m making breakfast. I was about to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but since you woke up….”

He makes his way to you, hugs you around your waist and gives you a morning kiss on your cheek.

“Why did you wake up so early? I thought you were sleeping longer today. It's Saturday.”

“I know, but I smelled something nice coming from the kitchen, and there you are, making breakfast,” he murmurs in his raspy morning voice.

“Well, then, why don’t you sit down? Breakfast is ready.”

You both sit down at the table and begin eating breakfast.

“Hmm, this is so delicious,” Yoongi comments with a mouthful of eggs and toast.

“Thanks, I made this with love,” you smile at him. Gosh, you love your husband.

“I really like your sweater,” you comment.

“Thank you. It’s super comfy and warm. I put it on because it’s so cold today, you gave it to me last Christmas, and I really love it.

After a minute of comfortable silence, you speak.

“I wonder what you would look like in this sweater while I fuck you.”

Yoongi chokes on his food and lifts his head, confusion written all over his face and a tiny piece of egg clinging to the corner of his mouth.

“What?”

“I bet you’d look very cute.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, so you take the chance to speak.

“When I was buying you this sweater, I fantasized how you’d look like underneath me while I fuck your cute little bum.”

“Is this one of your sexual fantasies?” he asks.

“Well, I think you can say so. So what do you say?”

“You want to fuck me in this sweater?”

“Yeah,” you answer him feeling a little embarrassed because you really don’t know what he thinks about the idea. If he doesn’t like it, then it’s okay. Maybe he doesn’t want to be your little baby and prefers to be your dom. You and Yoongi talked about this before, that you’re going to share your sexual fantasies. Then why does he look so caught off guard? Of course, you’re peacefully eating breakfast and then, out of nowhere you tell him that he’d look cute in this sweater while you fuck his ass.

“Yoongs?”, he looks zoned out, he definitely doesn't like the idea, you think.

“If you don’t like the idea than it’s-”

“No, umm… I like it, actually”, you don’t get a chance to finish your statement when Yoongi comes back to Earth and dispels your doubts.

“I really like the idea of you dominating me. I just imagined how it would look, and I think it’d be hot, actually,” he confesses and scratches his ear in shyness, the habit Yoongi does when he feels embarrassed or shy.

“It’s been a while since the last time I pegged you. You looked so fucked up then and-”

“Okay, stop. You’re embarrassing me”, he interrupts you. You see just how much he blushes and looks down in shyness.

The last time you pegged him, he looked like a complete mess, begging you and almost crying because of how good you were fucking him. He felt so vulnerable being your little sex slave, but he’d lie if he said he didn’t like it because he enjoyed it so much he was a moaning mess. Yoongi was fast asleep that night till the afternoon.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I know, you’ve told me that,” he says, fidgeting with his earring.

“I know you were craving for this, didn’t you? So what do you say? Wanna do it again?”

“Yeah, I do, but don’t expect me to be a mess again. Okay? I'll be dead serious. I’ll do it just because you want this”, he declares.

“Aww, Yoongs, you try to be cool, but I know that the minute I start fingering you, you’ll be melting and begging for more.”

“Not this time.”

“Sure you will. Within minutes, you’ll be moaning my name and begging for more,” you don’t believe him. You intend to ruin him and make him beg for your touch, just like he did the last time. And you’ll get what you want. You’ve known Yoongi for years, and you know that he acts like he doesn’t like or want something, he tries to act serious and isn't interested, but in reality, he likes it so much he can’t stop thinking about it.

“I’m serious,” he whines.

“But that’s the fun part. I want to ruin you. You know when something’s so cute you wanna ruin it because it’s unbearably cute.”

“I’ll do it for you. I’ll let you ruin me in this sweater just because you want this”, he says.

“Yoongs, you’re no fun. You could have said at first that you don’t want this,” you say. You want to tease him because you know how badly he wants you to fuck him, yet he acts like he doesn’t care anymore because you made fun of him.

“I do want this,” he utters and tilts his head, so now he’s looking at you.

“Hah! See, you want this so bad, don’t you.”

“Yeah, okay, I do,” he acknowledges.

“Okay, then go, clean yourself up,” you tell him.

“Wait, you wanna do it now?!" he asks you, surprised.

“Only if you want to,” you answer him on your way to wash the dishes.

“Okay, I’ll go then,” he says as he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom.

Ah, you love to mess with his head. You know that he wants to be fucked just as much as you want to fuck him.

While Yoongi’s in the bathroom, you’re preparing the bed. You put on black lace underwear, the one Yoongi got you on your birthday. You take a bottle of lube from the nightstand and place it on it. Then you lay on the bed and wait for Yoongi.

“Okay, I’m rea-... oh”, he steps out of the bathroom only to see you lying on your side wearing nothing but underwear. Gosh, you look so hot like this.

“Come here, honey,” you instruct him and pat the bed a few times.

He does as told and makes his way to bed.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks.

“A little, but that’s nothing.”

“You should put something on.”

“I’ll get warm when I’ll fuck you, don’t worry, baby,” you answer him. It is cold, actually, but you don’t mind it. All you want to do right now is to ruin your cute little Yoongi. He looks unbearably cute in that sweater.

“Okay, Yoongs, before I do anything, say. Do you want this?” you ask.

“Yes.”

“If it hurts or something, please tell me. Maybe we need a safe word?” you ask again.

“I don’t know. If you want to.”

“It’s up to you.”

“Okay, umm… Orange.”

“Orange? Why?” you ask him.

“Because tangerines are orange,” he answers you and looks down shyly.

“Aww, Yoongs, you're so sweet,” you can’t help yourself from smiling.

“Like a tangerine?” he asks.

You push him on his back and crawl on top of him. You cup his cheeks and press them together. Now he looks way too cute.

“Yes, my baby boy, you’re my little tangerine,” you kiss him a few times, then kiss his forehead.

“I feel so embarrassed right now,” he utters.

“You don’t have to, baby. I’m doing this because you look so cute, and I love you. You said you’ll let me do whatever I want with you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Aww, Yoongie Boongie, you're so cute.”

You begin a kissing journey, starting from his forehead to his collarbone. You don’t leave a single area of his flesh unkissed.

Yoongi tugs his hands into his sweater and places them on your waist, stroking them up and down your curves. You instantly feel warmer.

“Hmh?” you feel something poking your thigh. You look down and notice a bulge in his boxers.

“Guess who’s seeking for attention,” your voice sounds excited.

“I know, baby, I know,” he answers while looking down.

You make your way to his side.

“I’ll take your underwear, okay,” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Mhm.”

You pull down his boxers and free his hardened cock. He must be really excited about what will happen soon. He is, and you know it. You know he secretly adores being subby, but doesn’t want to acknowledge that out loud. He thinks it’s unmanly, but you know better.

“Spread your legs, baby,” you instruct him, and he does as told.

“Now, give me a small pillow.”

He takes one of your decorative pillows and hands it to you.

“Lift your bum,” you command.

He lifts his ass so you can place a pillow under it.

You kneel between his legs and lean forwards to kiss him. Yoongi cups your ass and squeezes it. His action sends chills down to your core.

“I love you so much, Yoongi, can’t wait to ruin you.”

“I love you too, darling,” you murmur to each other between kisses.

You then kiss him all the way down his tummy, kissing him through his sweater. You inhale his scent. He smells so good. There’s a hint of your favorite cologne of his.

“Look at you, you’re so hard, you’re so excited to be fucked aren’t you?” you tease him, admiring his fully erect cock.

“Can you touch me?” he murmurs quietly.

“What did you say?” you lift your head to look at him.

“Touch me, please,” he says. There he is, your needy Yoongi.

“Say that again.”

He sighs, remembering that he promised himself to be serious. You totally messed up with his mind. He still doesn’t know why he chose to be so severe. He regrets it, but there’s nothing he can do about it.

Yoongi knows that you want to make a mess of him on purpose, to prove him wrong, to prove that he, in fact, is your subby baby boy, and he knows that you’ll tease him about that afterward. But now, when you cought him asking for your touch, he can’t do anything but repeat himself.

“Can you touch me? Please.”

“Guess who’s needy, okay? I’ll touch you, baby boy, but just because you’re being needy, and I feel sorry for you.”

You reach out to the nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. You put some lube on your fingers and smear it on his rim.

Yoongi squirms.

“Something’s wrong?” you ask. You know that the lube is cold, and that’s why he squirmed.

“Nothing, it’s just...it feels weird.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” he insists.

“Of course you don’t, I know,” you murmur. You can tell that he’d do anything to have your fingers in his ass, judging from the way his dick twitched.

He’d be begging you to finger his rim if not for his attitude.

You purposely caress your fingers around his hole and don’t push them in yet. You want to tease him. You want him to beg for your touch, just like he did the last time.

“C-can you push your finger in already?” he murmurs.

“Say that again,” you’re being cruel. God, how badly he craves your touch. You’ll touch him in the best ways possible, but just not yet. You want to tease him first.

“___, just do it already,” he whines.

“Do what?”

In this case, he’d get upset and not want to do it anymore, but not this time, not when he’s so turned on. Yoongi loves the way you tease him, but he can’t tell you that, not when he promised to be dead serious. He regrets saying that, but he knows if he begins to beg you, you’ll tease him about that every time you’d get a chance to. So he tries to maintain his cool attitude.

“Push your finger inside.”

Yoongi hates himself so much right now.

“Say please.”

He inhales deeply and sighs. “Please.”

“Okaaay, now the whole sentence.”

“Push your finger inside me… please.”

“See, that’s simple. All you have to do is ask.”

You’d tease him more for a while, but you kinda feel sorry for him. You slowly push your index finger into his hole to stretch him a little; you don’t want to hurt him.

Yoongi scrunches his nose.

“How’s that?” you ask, lifting your head to look at his expression.

“Good.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

You push your whole finger to your knuckles, then pull it out, not entirely, leaving the tip of your digit inside. You repeat this action a few times to prepare him for more of your fingers.

But again, you purposely don’t add another finger, even though he seems ready to take in more of your digits. You wait for him to ask you.

You don’t wait too long, and Yoongi’s already asking for more.

“Please, more”

“Say that again.’

“___, please, don’t be so cruel to me. Why are you like this?” he whines.

You pull out your finger.

“Okay then, guess you don’t want this anymore,” you say as you act like you’re making your way out of bed.

“No, ___, please,” he sits up and grabs your wrist. You’ve never seen him so desperate.

You turn to look at him. He looks at you with puppy eyes and pouts.

“Please, ___.”

You sit there for a moment. You can’t just leave him like that. It would be too cruel. And you won't. Of course, you won't. That was your idea, after all.

“I won’t.” You make your way back between his legs again. Yoongi lays back down and looks at you.

You crawl on top of him, so you are now facing him. You caress his face and tug a stray strand of hair hanging from his forehead to his ear.

“I know you’re craving my touch like a starving man. I know you try to act cool.”

He just looks at you and says nothing.

“If you want me so bad, then use your words, baby. Okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” You caress his blonde locks.

You make your way back between his legs.

You caress your finger around his hole, waiting for him to speak.

“P-push your finger inside me, please.”

“Good boy, see, all you have to do is ask.”

Then again, you thrust your finger in and out a few times.

You add another digit.

“How’s that?”

“Good.”

You curl your fingers.

“Mhm, do that again.”

“Words.”

“Curl your fingers again, please.”

You curl your digits again, hearing another whimper from Yoongi.

You continue fingering him for a while, thrusting your fingers in till knuckles, then curling them and pushing out, leaving your fingertips inside.

“Ah, fuck,” whispers audibly. No way you found the spot.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Please do that again, please,” he begs.

You do it again, curling your fingers on that exact spot you just did.

You’d mock him again about the fact that he’s begging you, but you decide to save that for later.

“Mhm, right there, fuck.” Yoongi has his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted.

“You think you can take in one more?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Okay then,” you push a third finger into his hole.

“How’s that?”

“Mhm, it feels good,” he murmurs.

You continue to fuck your fingers into his ass to prepare him.

“Do you think you’re ready to take in my dick?” you ask.

“I think yeah.”

“Okay then,” you make your way to the closet to take your strap on.

“Don’t look,” you tell him.

“I won’t,” he says and closes his eyes.

You come back with your dildo on and crawl back on the bed.

“You can look now.”

Yoongi opens his eyes, and there you are, kneeling between his thighs with a strap on.

You undo your bra and throw it somewhere in the corner. Now you feel even colder.

“Can I…”

“Words, baby.”

“Can I kiss your boobs, please?” Ah, he’s always been a sucker for your breasts.

You lean closer. Yoongi cups one of your boobs and sucks on the nipple.

Then he cups another one and sucks it as well.

He’s about to kiss the first one again, but you lean back.

“Okay, that’s it for now.”

He groans in annoyance.

You position yourself back between his legs.

His cock. So painfully hard. You should give him some friction.

You take his cock and stroke its head rapidly with your thumb a few times.

“Fuck, Aah!” he suddenly sits up and tries to take your hand away.

“It’s too sensitive, please,” he begs.

You can’t help your smile.

“Ah, Yoongs, you’re so dramatic.”

He lays back down.

You stop the torture and finger him a few times to prepare him for your dick.

You apply more lube on your dildo and position yourself in front of his rim.

“Are you ready?” you have to ask him; otherwise, you’ll feel bad.

“Mhm.”

“Tell me how bad you want this.” Again, you’re being cruel. Just fuck him already. You know he’s craving to be stuffed.

“Please, ___, fuck my ass.”

“Good boy,” you praise him.

You look down at his ass and realize that it will be difficult to fuck him like that. His butt is lying too close to the mattress, so he has to lift his legs.

“Bend your knees to your chest,” you instruct him, and he obeys.

“Good, now spread them so I can see you,” Yoongi does that as well.

You have the best view now. His dick is now on full display, leaking with precum.

“Here I go. Please tell me if it hurts, okay?” you ask him before sliding in.

“Mhm,” he instantly lets you know he understood.

You position yourself to his hole and slide in about two inches, then keep it for a moment and slip in more. You have your hands pressing his legs close to his chest. You lift your head to look at Yoongi, who has his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed.

“Does it hurt?” you ask.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just need to adjust to your size,” he lets you know that he’s okay.

You slowly move back and then thrust in, this time adding a few more inches.

You move your hips back and forward at a slow pace, sincerely studying his expression for any signs of discomfort or pain. He stays silent, having his eyes closed and breathing faster.

“Can you go faster, please?” he asks you. You get instantly relieved. You don’t want to hurt him because once you accidentally did and felt really bad about him.

Now you do as he said, moving faster and deeper, but not too deep.

“Mhm, it feels so nice,” he rasps silently.

You need to bring him to the edge. You need him to scream your name and beg for you to don’t stop. You need to ruin this adorable little baby boy in the best way possible, but first, you have to find the spot that will send him to heaven.

You watch him the whole time you fuck his ass, admiring his blissed features.

“It does?” you ask.

“Mhm, fuck, yes.” He decided to end this stupid act. He knows you'll still tease him at the end of the day. He broke his promise because fuck it, you feel too good for him.

You increase your speed and thrust almost all your length into him.

Yoongi opens his mouth and sighs loudly. He looks so relaxed and floating in pure bliss.

With each thrust, you go faster, trying to find his sweet spot. You are looking at him. The way he looks so adorable in his knitted sweater, the way his mouth hangs open, the way his eyes are closed, and the way his hair sticks to his forehead. Everything about Yoongi makes your heart flutter.

“O-oh fuck,” he moans. “Mhm, right there, it feels so good.”

No way. You found it. You found the sweetest spot of his.

This is it. Now all you have to do is fuck that spot rapidly and send Yoongi to kitten heaven. Now you’ll ruin your cute little kitten in the way you had fantasized.

“___, mhm, please, don’t stop, please, never,” he begs.

“Guess who’s begging to be fucked, Mr. Serious,” you mock him. You’ll tease him even more afterward.

“A-aah, shut up,” he moans. He looks totally blissed out.

You look at him the entire time. This looks even better than you had imagined. Your little kitten in his sweater begging you not to stop. He’s so vulnerable right now.

You do the most unexpected thing. You drop the hold of his knee and grab his dick. It’s leaking so much with precum. You start jerking him off rapidly.

“Ahh, shit, ___,” Yoongi arches his back and throws his head back as much as possible. He got the sheets gripping, and his mouth parted wide open.

This is it. This is exactly what you wanted. The view does things to your core. You feel yourself dripping from this view. Definitely one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

Your hand hurts, but you don’t think about it that much. Yoongi is the one who’s got all your attention.

“Look at me, kitten,” you command.

He lowers his head, and your eyes meet. You’ve never seen Yoongi in the state like this. Words aren’t enough to describe how fucked he looks. He doesn’t think about anything but the upcoming sensation in his core.

“Mhm, ___, I’m,” he stutters. “I think I‘m close.”

“Look what you have become, moaning my name like it’s the only word you know. Who said it would be dead serious? Wasn’t it Yoongi? Where’s that Mr. Serious now? Oh, he’s under me, groaning and moaning like-”

“AHH FUCK!” Yoongi screams, and his voice cracks as his orgasm hits him like a train. He cums all over his sweater, and some of the cum even lands over his face.

“Yes, cum for me, kitten, good boy,” you praise him.

You drop the hold of his cock. Your hand aches like crazy, but it was worth it. You slip out of him, and he drops his legs on the mattress.

“Was it good,” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Mhm, ___, that was amazing,” he answers. “I feel dead now.”

You lean to his face.

“You got cum on your nose, baby,” you wipe his cum from his nose with your thumb and lick it.

“Mhm, that tastes just like you,” you tell him.

“I feel so embarrassed now,” he murmurs.

“Don’t be. That was so fucking hot. You looked so hot. You know what? I won’t tease you about this, okay?”

“Mhm,” he hums.

“You want to sleep, kitten?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, but let me take your sweater off, or your cum will harden, and it will be hard to wash,” you say.

You take off his sweater. He’s now lying naked on the bed, so you pull a duvet over his body and tug him up.

“Sleep tight, kitten.” You kiss his cheek, and he smiles. He rolls up to his side and falls asleep in a moment.

You fix yourself and go to the bathroom to put Yoongi’s sweater in the washing machine.

You feel horny right now, but you know that Yoongi will please you in return tonight.

You change your soaked underwear and put on a plain gray t-shirt. You are also tired, so you go back to the bed beside Yoongi and spoon him. You fall asleep in a few minutes.

You know what will happen when you wake up. You will eat dinner, watch a movie perhaps, and Yoongi will return his favor and send you to Hong Kong.

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stratus-skye07 · 1 year

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Suga Craze [Finale] | Suga

[Ten] [Masterlist]

Y/N

This was it, again. I was on the edge of death. Normally I wouldn’t care since I’ve always known that it was my fate to get killed this way but this time I was happily married and expecting. With those two differences, I had a lot more to live for. I can’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek.

“Can you give CL a message for me?” I tell them.

The man scoffs, “Last words? Don’t you think that’s a little cliché?”

I shrug, “Maybe, but who’s to say CL won’t be dead before you tell her or if you guys will even live to pass on my message.”

“So what is it you want me to tell her?”

I sigh, “I’ll be seeing her again.”

It’s when I hear the gun get cocked that I know that this is the end of the road for me, again. I close my eyes when the last thing I hear is the gun go off.

The breath gets knocked out of me but somehow I’m still breathing. There’s no pain radiating anywhere on my body like before. My eyes continue to stay shut as the ringing in my ear continues to vibrate as the room is silent.

“Are you planning on staying like that all day?” I’m surprised to hear a voice I’d least expect to hear again.

Opening my eyes, there he was standing in front of me, “Suho?”

Looking at my surroundings, the men that were standing before me were on the ground, dead. Suho, along with the rest of EXO were standing over them.

He smiles lending me his hand, “Sorry we’re late. You wouldn’t believe the traffic.”

I let out a half laugh half cry from the relief of not being dead as I took his hand to get to my feet, “How did you know I was here?”

He cocks his head over his shoulder. I look past him to see my faithful friend. “Noona,” Jimin comes up to hug me.

“Oh, I’m glad to see you’re okay.” I look to see if he wasn’t too badly disciplined by Yoongi.

He nods, “Suga wouldn’t listen so I went to find help elsewhere.”

I look back over to Suho, “Thank you.”

He shakes his head, “Let’s just say I was repaying a debt.”

“Yoongi.” I quickly remembered what was important, “Do you know if Bangtan are okay?”

Baekhyun steps forward, “We have Sehun watching the place. He says the place is pretty much a hostage situation.”

“Then we need to go.” I pull on Jimin’s arm to make it towards the door.

Once we get to the bottom floor of the safehouse and out of the building a familiar car pulls up to the front. Jungkook jumps out of the driver seat, “Y/N!” He pulls out his gun to point it at Suho, who was walking behind us.

I stand in front of Suho with my hands up to stop him from attacking my savior. “No, no, don’t shoot! They saved me. They’re on our side.” Slowly he lowers his gun before putting it away.

“Are you okay?” Jin asks, approaching me.

“I’m fine, but we need to get back to the penthouse.” I say nudging him towards the car.

Jin tries to hold me in place, “It’s okay. We believe you about CL.”

Jungkook adds, “Yeah, we can’t take you to the penthouse right now. Suga is talking to her. He ordered us to get you out of the safehouse and away before she suspects we’re on to her.”

“Suga is doing a lot more than talking to her.” Suho steps out to say.

Jungkook and Jin look at each other in confusion, “What do you mean?” Jin asks.

“Yoongi and the others are being held at the penthouse. CL’s most likely trying to convince him to join her but we all know that he won’t do that without a fight.” He explains.

Jimin adds, “So we need to get back to the penthouse right now.”

Jungkook signals to the car, “Get in.”

“Whoa, Y/N.” Suho calls out to me.

I bow to him respectfully, “Thank you again for your help, Suho. I promise when everything’s dealt with, I’ll repay you for your kindness.”

“So that’s it? You think we’re just gonna sit back and let you go into war possibly outnumbered?” He asks.

I shake my head, “I can’t ask you to put your members in danger for us. This isn’t your problem.”

He places his hand over his heart, “We have a slogan that we hold close to our hearts. We are one. That means no matter what problems we face as individuals, we handle together. That includes allies.”

SUGA

CL had just sentenced my wife to death and for that I have to give her the same fate. I gave her a chance to drop everything, let Y/N go and walk away but she just has to have the last word in. She had us sit and watch as the time passed from when she was supposed to call her men which means the deed was done.

I fell to my knees at the realization that my wife and unborn child were really gone. If I’d only figured it all out sooner, she would have been here with me. She would’ve been safe in her own home.

“Last chance, Yoongi. You have nothing holding you back anymore.” She taps the gun on my shoulder, “We could start fresh.”

“Fuck off, CL.” I growl the words.

She tsks before aiming the gun at my head again, “What a shame.”

Suddenly there’s a loud thunderous noise coming from downstairs which distracts CL long enough for me to grab the gun from her hand. We struggle back and forth for a second, I nearly manage to get the weapon out of her grasp until I feel a sharp pain hit me in my side. Looking down, CL managed to stab me with a knife. A knife she always kept hidden in her custom belt strap. I fall to the ground holding onto the open wound. My hands are getting covered in blood.

CL stands over me with the gun in her hand and the knife in the other. “It didn’t have to be this way, Yoongi. You should’ve chosen me.”

Y/N

Driving a fast as Jungkook could, along with EXO following close behind, we make it back to the penthouse. We’re greeted at the entrance by EXO’s member, Sehun.

Suho approaches him, “What’s going on?”

Sehun replies, “No change, the three members are being held at gunpoint in the living room of the penthouse with about twenty 21 men surrounding them, all armed.”

“What about Suga?” I ask.

“He’s being held in his office with CL but I don’t know if he’s injured or not.”

“How are we gonna take them by surprise?” Jimin asks.

I look up at the tall building, “The only quick way is the elevator but who knows how long we have before they realize we’re in the building.”

Suho smirks, “I might have a way to extend the time.” He looks over at Kai, who nods.

After raiding EXO’s trunk for guns, we enter the elevator and wait for it to take us all the way to the top of the building. We didn’t have much of a plan other than saving Yoongi and the others.

Kai reaches in his jacket pocket to reveal two black cylinders, “As soon as these go off, it’ll give us a longer span of time to get in. We move and we move fast. Since Chanyeol, Chen, and I are the best shooters, we’ll go in first in order to take out the ones holding Bangtan at gunpoint.”

Jimin cocks his gun, “I can shoot, I’ll go in with you.”

I nod at Suho to give him my approval.

He continues to explain his plan, “The rest of us will spread out and take out every last one of them. Anyone in a dark corner, we’ll take them out.”

“As soon as I see an opening, I’m going to Suga’s office.” I state making it clear where I’m heading.

A few seconds left until the elevator reaches the floor. I look down at my stomach again. Eomma has to save appa, little one. I might get hurt and that will hurt you too but I need you to be strong for me. I need you to trust eomma from now on.

Finally, the light hits the final number of the floors. The elevator doors open when Kai steps out leading the way down the hall just short of the entrance into the living room to toss one flash-bang grenade on both sides of the room.

Storming in was chaos. Jimin, Kai, Chanyeol, and Chen managed to take down the men that were surrounding V, J-Hope, and Namjoon. Jin and Suho rush to release them from their restraints before arming them.

I started making my way towards the hall by the stairs to get to Yoongi’s office. I managed to take down the men that had been guarding the area with help from Jimin and D.O. We end up splitting up once another shooter starts going crazy with the shots. I hid behind a pillar as I took my shot at him, killing him.

Suddenly, I end up running out of ammo. I look past the stairs to see the closed door leading to where Yoongi is. Seeing that the coast was clear, I made a break towards Yoongi’s office. I stop short when I see a man come out of the corner of the stairwell. Before he could shoot me, Suho comes up to shield me then shoots the man.

He shouts over his shoulder, “Go! I’ll cover you!”

Quickly, I sprint to the empty hall to reach the door. It’s locked but I hear movement inside. I kick the door down, managing to break it open, when I see CL standing over Yoongi. He was bleeding out of his side abdomen.

“Yoongi!”

His eyes widen when he sees me, “Y/N?”

I quickly turn my attention to CL as I kick the gun out of her hand. She starts swinging the knife at me but I take a step back to dodge each swing. I manage to grab her wrist and upper arm to stop her from striking.

I push her up against the wall to stab her with the knife but she uses her strength to resist. She takes the opportunity to kick me in the ribs but I don’t budge. I stop pushing and begin to pull her away from the wall which catches her off guard.

I lure her to the center of the room. Using full force, I flip her over Yoongi’s desk but she manages to slide off it and stand on the other side. She pulls me onto the desk in an attempt to stab me. She manages to cut my bicep while stabbing but I roll around to dodge the punctures she made to the desk until it got stuck.

I swipe her hand away from the handle of the knife followed by a jab to the face. The second punch doesn’t land. She manages to grab my arm to twist it behind my back and push me towards the desk. My stomach ends up hitting the edge where she slams my head into the wooden surface, inches away from the knife.

“You should’ve just stayed dead.” She says in my ear.

I push myself off the surface of the table to elbow her in the face and free myself from her hold. She ends up kicking me up against the glass wall window. It knocks me off my concentretration, giving her time to reach for the gun that had slid under Yoongi’s desk. She reaches for it but Yoongi grabs it to fight her for it. CL kicks him in the face to get him to let go, giving me enough time to seize her from shooting me.

We both struggle with the gun which causes her to pull the trigger twice, shooting holes into the window. We both come face-to-face in the game of push and pull as I shove her into the edge of the desk.

She chuckles, “This world isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

“Then let’s end it.” I state.

I push her back a few steps then tackle her against the window, causing it to shatter. We both go through the glass where the street could be seen twenty stories down, the only thing visible is the lit street lamps. Thinking quickly, I reach for the edge of the window. CL was just as quick as she held onto the edge. With both of our hands holding on, we start kicking each other in order to knock the other off. I fought with the pain in my ribs to hold on for dear life.

CL manages to hold on with one hand to the ledge as she lifts the gun to my head. “I guess the better woman won.”

She pulls the trigger but instead of a bang, there’s just a click. Pulling the trigger multiple times, it turns out the gun had run out of ammo.

“I gave you a warning.” Pulling out the knife I managed to get off the desk when I was fighting her for the gun, I stabbed her in the heart. “Say Hi to Hyung-Sik for me.”

I watch as the life disappears from her eyes as she releases her hold from the ledge and falls. I groan in pain as I build enough strength to pull myself up but my grip is slowly slipping. The shards of glass begin to dig into my palms, making it harder to keep my grip. I nearly lose my hold when I feel a warm sensation wrap around my forearms. I look up to see a pale Yoongi.

He smiles, “I’m not trying to lose you again.”

He pulls with all he has left. If he wasn’t injured, he’d be able to lift me with ease but due to his wound, it’s making it hard for him to use his full strength. My grip slightly slips due to the blood on Yoongi’s hands from his wound.

Once I’m pulled up far enough over the edge, Yoongi embraces me to lift me back into the room. We stay on the floor hugging each other for who knows how long. We both felt the fear of losing each other in our time away.

After killing CL, Bangtan and EXO were able to finish off the rest of CL’s men with no major injuries. While everyone was cleaning up the mess of a warzone in the penthouse. I stitched Yoongi’s stab wound up.

“You’re lucky she didn’t hit any organs.” Taking glances at him as I knotted each suture, he was staring intently at me the entire time without so much as a flinch of pain. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

He takes my free hand to place it over his chest, “Not as much as here.”

I chuckle, “Would you rather be cheesy than to say you were wrong?”

He nods, “Why tell you what you already know? The least I can do is make up for it with cringy remarks.” I cut the stitch then placed a gauze bandage over it.

Looking at his face, there’s a gash on his eyebrow from getting kicked in the head. I reach into my medkit bag to grab a disinfectant wipe.

I wipe the cut down causing him to make a face, “What? You can handle getting stitched up but not cleansing wipes?”

“No one can handle the feeling of putting hand sanitizer on papercuts, let alone this.” He says pointing at the wipe in my hand.

I scoff, “CL must’ve hit your head good if you’re able to make jokes so easily.”

Once I finish bandaging his cut, I’m picking up the pieces of paper from the bandaid when Yoongi reaches for my hands.

He squeezes them tight before his eyes go glossy. “CL was never one to bluff. I thought you were dead for good this time. I forgot how to breathe. All I could think about was how I couldn’t keep you safe like I promised you. I’m so sorry.”

I pulled him into my arms to show him that I was alive and nothing else matters. I run my fingers through his hair as I whisper in his ear, “You knew CL for a long time, she was someone that you trusted. I know it must’ve been hard to think that someone you respected could hurt someone you love.”

He places his forehead against mines, “I promise I’ll believe anything you tell me. If you say the sky’s green, I’ll ask you what shade of green it is.”

We stay in place for what seems like hours until there’s a knock on the door. Turning we come face-to-face with Suho. He has a bruise on his cheekbone along with a bloody lip but it looks like he was in a minor fist fight in contrast to what really happened.

Yoongi jumps down from his desk to approach Suho. He stares at him for a second before extending his hand. “Thank you for saving my wife.”

Suho looks at his hand before smiling and taking it, “I hope this proves that I don’t want anything but peace between us.”

Yoongi scoffs, “It proves a lot more than that.”

Suho nods before sighing, “It seems like everything is under control now. We’ll leave you guys.”

Yoongi clears his throat, “Just so you know, if you ever need anything from us, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Good to know.” He looks around at the messy office, “This was fun. Next time you need a hand, give me a call.” He gestures to me, “Except for you, if HE gives you a hard time again, you know where I live.” I chuckle as Suho leaves the room.

Yoongi watches him leave before turning his attention back to me, “What does he mean by that?”

I shake my head, “Let’s not get into that.”

Before he could ask any more questions, Namjoon knocks and enters the room followed by the rest of the Bangtan members. Everyone had been through hell today but they still stood tall after going through a war.

“Everything alright in here?” Jin asks.

Yoongi and I both nod, “Nothing we couldn’t handle.” I add.

Namjoon looks at the other members before looking back at me, “Y/N, we want to let you know how sorry we are for not figuring things out sooner.”

I wave them off, “It’s okay. Everything worked out in the end. If we hadn’t found out about CL beforehand she would’ve had time to come up with a way to take us all out. She would have succeeded.”

Jimin approaches me with a worried expression, “Noona, is the baby okay?”

I nod reassuring him, “This little one has a lot of fight in them, just like their parents.”

“Jimin,” Suddenly Yoongi steps towards Jimin, “I know I was hard on you about helping Y/N. I only did it for her safety but I want to tell you, and I hope I don’t have to say this ever again, thank you for not listening to me. From now on, I’ll trust your judgment more especially when it comes down to Y/N’s safety. If something like this happens again please stay by her side no matter what.”

Jimin smiles before nodding, “Of course, hyung.”

I scoff, “If something like this happens again, I’m leaving Korea.”

Namjoon shrugs, “I doubt anything’s gonna happen any time soon.”

Jungkook tilts his head in confusion, “What makes you say that? Something is always happening.” He says gesturing to the whole mess in the office.

“Suga and Y/N have taken down two major leaders in not even their first year of marriage, would you challenge a couple with those odds?” He asks.

First Hyung-Sik and now CL, the threats won’t stop coming. Not as long as we’re still alive and well. Eventually, someone else will come in to threaten our lives but we’ll be ready for anything. We’ve overcome them all so far and with our luck we’ll continue to come out on top. Especially with our baby coming soon, it gives us more of a reason to win.

Bangtan has come a long way and will keep climbing until there’s no one left to threaten us. Even if we end up being the most notorious group in Seoul, then so be it.

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yimejk · 2 years

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Darkness(4)-last

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Yoongi & Chubby Reader

Duration: Short Series

Warnings: stockholme syndrome, bittink kink, yandere tendencie, possessive Yoongi

Summary: Why you just didn't listen to what was said to you. Now you are staring at your destruction. But maybe it won't be that bad.

Y/N's POV:

The loud music and cheering of unknown people made my head throb. I never was one of the social creatures. But seeing Yoongi happy bring me content of love even through I wasn't told about this party and therefore I don't know what we are or to be more clear he is celebrating.

Yoongi's POV:

Seeing Y/n flinch time to time from the loud music made me upset at myself. I should know better than this. But honestly I had no choice. I am well known in this city and if I want to marry my love of my life everyone should know better to not to mess with what's mine. So it's engaging party. I want everyone in the world know how lucky I am to be able be with someone so out of this world. To be even lucky I had met them. And I really can wait to find Y/n's perfectly scouptolous body mould into mine every single morning in our shared 'nest.' My sweet fantasies of my soon to be fiancee were abruptly cut. This one man in the corner was obviously undressing Y/n with his eyes. What does he think he is? I gritted my teeth in anger. I speed walked to a chair on which she was sat. Not wasting any second I bit into column of her neck. She squealed in surprise but didn't pull from me. She sighed in compliances and patiently waited for me to finish my assualt at the said neck. I wasn't satisfied till I didn't see pretty red bruise. It will be warning to every man to not to start any funny business. From corner of my eye I saw the man walk out. I grinned in ear to ear.

" I would be happiest man on earth if you would marry me. I would be bound to you and you would be bound to me. We would be one soul one body. I would love you till last breath I will take. So would you greatly honoured me by becoming my wife?"

Yn smiled with tearing eyes. "I love you Yoongi and I am happy to be able become your wife." I slowly leaned down and we passionately kissed. From this day there would be nothing to separate us.

The end

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Author’s note: this is the VERY FIRST fanfiction I have ever written. And it’s the first creative thing I’ve written since . . . middle school? I used to want to be a writer but I became self-conscious and perfectionistic (not super helpful for a wannabe writer), so I stopped writing. Recently I was inspired to revisit this old hobby of mine and decided to try writing something that was free of any pressure whatsoever and ta-da! now I have this overly self-indulgent beginning of a story. I am actually a pediatric psychologist and this is my fantasy of a meet-cute with Yoongi. I discovered BTS in early 2020 as I was really struggling with my job and then the pandemic made things even more difficult. I was living alone, 4 hours away from family, during a pandemic that put even more pressure on a job that was already burning me out. BTS became one of the few sources of joy at the time and I truly believe they helped me out of one of the worst periods of my life. I have written more about this fantasy life with Yoongi (including some smut), but it’s not even close to a cohesive story and there is no point other than to practice writing. Again, this is the first thing I’ve written in decades and I have NO IDEA how to use Tumblr, so I’d love any feedback or even just to hear how BTS has helped you. Take care!

It was a typical Thursday. I trudged through my door and dropped my bags, exhausted. My work used to energize me, but I had been feeling more and more drained at the end of the week. I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe a headache that had been building all day, as I walked toward the kitchen to try to scrounge up something to eat. I willed myself to focus on the present moment and not think about having to go back to work in the morning. Am I burning out? Are the decades of hustling through undergrad, graduate school, internship, postdoctoral fellowship, and licensing all catching up to me? I was so singularly focused on my goal for so long, did I ever stop to ask myself if the goal still made me happy? The timer for my rice dinged me back to reality. Thoughts like this were creeping in more and more recently. Thoughts like “am I happy?” often followed and sent me on a path straight toward an existential crisis. “Tomorrow will be different,” I reminded myself, remembering that a famous band was going to visit our unit to meet the kids. It would definitely be different from the norm, which was at least something.

I woke up feeling nervous. I took a bit of extra time getting ready in the morning, applying a bit of concealer and blush when I would normally only wear mascara. Morning rounds went smoothly, but there was definitely a noticeable buzz in the air. A positive buzz, which was rare on the children’s oncology unit. I tried to enjoy the moment, but I found myself pacing in my office during the late morning. I’m always nervous when I meet new people and these new people had cameras with them. I reminded myself that it was for the kids and took a deep breath in through my nose to slow my heart rate. A loud knock on my office door snapped me back to reality. I opened the door to one of the nurses smiling brightly, “BTS is here to see you!” I pulled the door all the way open and in walked about a dozen people.

I picked out the seven members instantly, as well as three people with cameras, a few makeup artists, and what I presumed to be a manager or two. I backed up and leaned against my desk. My office was big enough to hold everyone, but I started to feel stifled as I breathed in slowly through my nose again. I smiled and said “welcome, I’m Dr. Y/L/N, thank you all so much for coming.” The tallest one, RM, whose name I learned after extensive quizzing from the kids, smiled a sweet, dimpled smile and said “thank you for inviting us, it’s a privilege to be here, I’m RM.” I paused and scanned the faces in the room for the other 6 that were familiar to me after weeks of memorization drills. “You’re RM, of course,” I scanned all the way to the right “and you’re Jin, J-hope, V, Jimin, Suga, and Jungkook,” they each smiled and nodded in turn. “Welcome to the hospital, we are so pleased to have you. I’m the lead psychologist on the unit. I’m not sure if you read my letter, but we are very big BTS fans on this unit.” RM nodded, “we did read it and it was very touching.” The rest of the guys nodded. “Your music really is healing,” I explained, “we listen to it all the time in group. It started about a year ago when I asked the kids to bring in a song that expressed a feeling they weren’t able to express with their own words. One girl brought in ‘Ugh’ and explained that the lyrics were about feeling righteous anger at actual injustice, rather than petty things, and she said it perfectly explained how she felt listening to her friends complain about homework as she had to go through chemotherapy. I was astounded and went home to listen to the song and read the translated lyrics and it was just amazing. Since then, BTS songs have been a regular part of our group therapy, so thank you all for writing such meaningful music.” A deep yet soft voice responded, “it’s really nice to hear that people can gain strength from these songs.” I scanned the room and saw that it was Suga speaking, dark eyes sparkling over a lopsided grin. He continued, “sometimes I wonder if people actually understand what we’re trying to communicate when we write them, but this is really validating.” A few of the members looked surprised at Suga’s words, RM even had an eyebrow cocked. “I can’t tell you how excited our kids are to meet you all,” I paused for a moment and inhaled slowly, “and I want to let you all know that today might be a tough day for you. A lot of people really struggle after being on a kids’ cancer floor, I definitely did when I started here. It’s OK to feel sad and angry, but please try to stay as positive in front of the kids as possible.” They all nodded emphatically, but I could see some concern on their faces. “We can debrief after your visit and I’m here for whatever you need. I’m just so thankful that you’re here.” I smiled brightly and reviewed a few more expectations before we headed out the door.

After the visit everyone crowded back into my office. I could see tears in a few of their eyes as I quietly passed around a tissue box. “I really can’t tell you how appreciative I am, it’s been a while since we’ve felt that sort of energy and positivity on this unit,” I paused to give them time to come back to the moment. “Here’s my card,” I handed a card to everyone in the room, “please do not hesitate to call or email if you want to talk about this, I know how hard it can be. I just hope you can be comforted by the fact that you all brought so much joy to those children today.” I made sure to look each person in the eye as I shook their hands, trying to communicate just how thankful I was for their trip. Once they had all shuffled out of the door, I sank into my office chair and let out a long breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding.

That night I walked into my home and felt exhausted, but it was a different kind of exhaustion than the one to which I had grown accustomed. I made dinner absentmindedly as I reflected on the day’s activities. While waiting for water to boil, I pulled out my phone and checked my work email out of habit. I had one new message from “Min Yoongi” that read “Hi Dr. Y/L/N, it’s Suga from BTS. Thank you for having us at the hospital today, it was an eye-opening experience. I wanted to ask if you are free to meet sometime to talk about what you do? I’m very interested in psychology and would really like to talk to you about it. We’re in town for a little while, so there’s no rush. Hope to hear from you soon.” My heart sped up a little bit, this superstar was interested in MY job? How funny. I dashed off a reply offering to meet him at a coffee shop on Friday after my morning shift at the hospital. To my surprise, I got a quick response back agreeing to meet the next day.

I walked in and scanned the small coffee shop and saw a handful of tech-types hunched over laptops. I saw a figure in a black baseball cap and dark clothes in a booth on in the back corner, next to the windows. He looked up and I could see Suga smiling behind round-rimmed glasses underneath the ball cap. “Hi Suga, I’m so sorry I’m late, my meeting ran over,” I said almost breathlessly, as I had power walked from my car. He smiled and said “it’s no problem, I’ve only been here a minute or two. Also, you can call me Yoongi, that’s my real name.” I felt my heart speed up a little, almost like it was a privilege to call him by his real name. “Well Yoongi, since I’m late, it’s my treat,” I said as I grabbed for my wallet. “No no, I’m the one who asked you here, it’s my treat,” he insisted, pushing my wallet away, “what would you like?” “An iced Americano please,” I replied as I tucked my wallet back into my purse. He gave a lopsided smile and slid out of the booth and up to the counter to order. I took a deep breath in through my nose to steady my heartrate.

“I drink iced Americanos too,” he said as he got back into the booth. I grinned, “not for the faint of heart.” After pausing a beat to let him get settled, I dove in, “so you’re into psychology?” Yoongi nodded, “I’ve always been interested in how people think, myself included,” he chuckled, “and I recently started reading some books on psychological theory. I meet so many people and sometimes I just don’t know what to say, so it would be nice to have a way to make people feel better,” he shrugged, “how did you get into psychology?” “Me?” I looked up as the server dropped off the coffee. I tapped the straw onto the table, “my noble answer is that I wanted to help people, but I think I just like learning about people. A supervisor one told me I gave her favorite answer to the question of ‘why do you want to be a psychologist’ when she interviewed me,” I pulled the straw from the wrapping with my teeth. “And?” Yoongi asked, eyebrows raised in anticipation. I shrugged, “I said it was because I’m nosy.” He laughed and his shoulders shook, which made me laugh. I continued, “I guess I’ve always felt my life was pretty boring, so I’ve been fascinated by learning about other people.” “Now I’m the one who’s fascinated,” Yoongi smiled shyly and his dark eyes sparkled. I felt my stomach lurch and my cheeks flush, there was no way this handsome, famous man was flirting with me. He was being nice, I had to get a grip. We chatted about psychology and then it turned, as it inevitably does, to our families. “What about you? Do you get to see your family often?” I asked. “Maybe a few times a year. I’ve always been pretty independent, but I’ve found it’s a little harder to be away now that I’m older and my parents are older,” he replied. “Do you have any siblings?” “An older brother, what about you?” “Ah a youngest child, I should have known,” I winked, “I have a younger sister.” “An oldest child, I should have known,” Yoongi winked back and smiled so widely that his eyes crinkled and I could see his pink gums. “I live pretty far from my family too, I miss them a lot,” I looked down, fiddling with the empty straw wrapper. “It’s hard to feel like you have to sacrifice certain things for your career. I didn’t mind as much when I was younger but,” Yoongi trailed off, looking out the window. It was like he had read my mind. I had had this conversation with friends so many times before. “Exactly. I’ve moved around so many times for training and for work. I always felt like I had to move on to the next thing and now that I guess I’ve reached my goals, I feel like ‘now what?’ It’s a little scary.” Yoongi’s eyes softened and his voice lowered almost to a whisper “I know exactly what you mean.” The air hung comfortably quiet around us until I spoke, “maybe I need to make some new goals to work on.” Yoongi smiled and his phone buzzed, he checked it and then his eyes opened wide, “oh man it’s already 2PM.” I pulled out my phone, not able to believe him, “what?! No wonder I’m starving. Do you want to grab lunch, I don’t think this place has food.” I gulped after I realized what I’d done. I’m sure this man has plenty more to do than spend more time with me today. He nodded, “yes absolutely, what do you recommend?” My heart quickened, “do you like Mexican food? I know an incredible taco place close by.” He nodded and pulled out his phone, “I’ll have to call a car.” “Oh don’t be silly, I can drive you if you want.” “OK,” he smiled and followed me to the car. He got into the passenger seat and looked around, “it’s kind of weird to sit in the front seat, I’m always in the back even if it’s just me,” he said wistfully. It seemed that sitting in the front seat was a joy for him and I was happy to oblige, “oh yeah, I imagine you don’t drive yourself around a lot anymore.” “No, I do miss it though.” We chatted about the weather as we drove to the taco shop.

I can drop you wherever you need to go,” I offered after we finished lunch. “That’s really nice, I’m heading to the recording studio, I’ll pull up the GPS.” We continued to chat easily as we drove through the streets. I began to feel a slight sadness with every turn, realizing my time with Yoongi was coming to an end. It had been a while since I had such an easygoing time with someone, it was a nice break, and almost like having a friend in this still-new-to-me city. I pulled into the parking lot and put on a close-lipped smile. Yoongi turned to me, his eyebrows knitted, “that drive felt too short,” he said and gave a half smile. My smile turned genuine and I replied “I know.” “We should get coffee or something again soon, I’ll probably have more psychology questions for you,” he said, looking out the window. Could he really be asking to see me again? “Let me give you my number so you can text me or call me,” he typed my number into his cell phone and smiled then got out of the car. I was disappointed he didn’t text me right away to share his number, maybe he was just being polite when he said he wanted to get coffee again. He’s famous, he knows how to charm people. I was feeling a little disappointed all afternoon until I got a text from an unknown number at around 7PM. It was a picture of an iced Americano with the caption “not for the faint of heart.”

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A New Rhythm | suga x f!reader x woozi

Yoongi has a soft spot for his protege, Jihoon, but you never thought it would extend to sharing you. Not until he tells you Jihoon is a virgin and asks if you'd like the be the one to change that.

You can't say you're opposed to the idea.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.8k | Pairing: myg x f!reader x ljh | Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!yoongi, virgin!jihoon, mentor!yoongi, yoongi tells jihoon what to do and jihoon listens like the good boy he is (most of the time), mentions of f. masturbation, oral f. rec., spitting, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, piv sex with a condom, restraining, throat holding, piv sex without a condom, oral m. rec., deepthroating, cum swallowing, creampie, plsplspls inbox if i missed anything!

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, same age as yoongi, referred to with fem pronouns/descriptors (she/her, girlfriend), has an iud, wap

You think you’re losing your mind.

That’s the only possible explanation as to why you’re hovering outside of Yoongi’s home studio at four in the morning, arguing with yourself about whether or not you should knock on the door.

He’s been in there for hours, didn’t even come to bed last night, which might explain the plethora of dreams you had. They’re what woke you up, and the absence of Yoongi is what brought you out from under the warm covers and into the chilly night air.

Yoongi’s studio is a small building in your backyard, with no windows and perfect acoustics. He had it built last year, when he finally got tired of going in and out of the city at all hours to work, and he even gave you free reign of the exterior. Now that the garden is blooming and the stones leading to the door have settled into the ground, it really feels like part of your home.

Or it does in the daylight, anyway.

You’ve never come out here at night before, because you’ve never had a need to. You know Yoongi will come inside when he’s finished working so you usually leave him to it, usually try not to interrupt him, but tonight, something is different.

Tonight, you need him.

Desperately.

It’s not like he’s neglecting you, it’s just that he’s been working on a personal project so a lot of his time is spent in the studio, and when he finally calls it a day, all he wants to do is eat and collapse into your arms. You can take care of yourself, quite well, in fact, but nothing beats Yoongi’s touch, nothing.

Every dream you had in your fitful five hours of rest was filled with him; his hands on your body, his mouth between your legs, his cock deep inside of you. It all felt hazy and rose-colored but somehow so real, and when you woke to an empty bed, it was almost heartbreaking.

And it doesn’t help that it’s been ten days since he last fucked you, not that you’ve been counting…

You’d go back to bed if you could, but you already tried to satisfy your craving for him and all that did was leave you wet and wanting him even more, which is why you only feel a little bit guilty when your hand raises and raps twice on the wood in front of you.

It takes a few seconds for the door to open, and when it does, your eyes grow wide and your fingers fly to the hem of your nightie, your suddenly freezing legs reminding you just how short it is.

If it were Yoongi, you wouldn’t care, you’d probably even hike it up a little bit more, but it’s not Yoongi.

It’s Jihoon, your boyfriend’s protege.

“Um,” Jihoon starts, his eyes trailing over your exposed body before snapping back up to your face, a flush reddening the skin of his neck and ears. “Yoongi’s in the middle of a recording session so he didn’t hear the door. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah, um, everything’s fine,” you stammer, because what the hell else can you do?

It’s not like you can admit to someone who’s not your boyfriend that you’re dizzy with desire, especially not when that someone is your boyfriend’s adorable mentee.

Jihoon is barely 27, but he’s been producing since he was in his teens. Yoongi kept an eye on his career for a while and eventually decided to take him under his wing when he noticed he wasn’t advancing in the field like he deserved to be. They’ve been working together for a little under a year now, and Jihoon has become a regular fixture at your house.

You include him in your meals, in your game nights, and even in your karaoke, though he effortlessly outsings you both every single time.

But that doesn’t mean you can tell him you’re here because you need to get fucked.

If Yoongi were the one to answer the door, you wouldn’t have needed to speak, he would have seen that shine to your eyes and known immediately what you needed. You didn’t even know Jihoon was here or you wouldn’t have knocked at all.

Now here you are staring at each other, Jihoon’s blush traveling down under his collar as you shiver in your nightdress, unable to think of even one viable explanation as to why you’re up at four in the morning.

“Babe? What are you doing out there? It’s cold as fuck,” Yoongi appears behind Jihoon, his brows furrowed and his gaze bewildered.

He takes one good look at you and that’s it. He knows.

You can tell by the smirk that’s quirking one side of his mouth up and the heat that flashes in his tired eyes, the sight of both making you bite your lip and twist your fingers in the hem of your nightie.

“We’re gonna take a break, Jihoon. Let’s all go up to the house for a bit, yeah?” Yoongi proposes, though you know it was more of an order than an offer.

You turn mechanically and force one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel two sets of eyes on you instead of one.

That’s the theme of the night, apparently, as you find yourself making tea for three, still clad in your pajamas. You would have gone to get a robe but Yoongi caught your hand before you left and asked for some oolong, saying that it’s never as good when he makes it.

While the tea is steeping, you sit on Yoongi’s right side, Jihoon on his left, and try to keep from squirming at the feeling of the cold wooden chair against your hot center. You didn’t bother to put on underwear, sure that Yoongi would just fuck you right there in his studio, and you’re positive he would have, if Jihoon wasn’t there.

But he was, he is, and you have no idea what Yoongi’s game is but you know it’s starting to make you feel a bit crazy, like your skin is too tight for your bones and your heart is too big for your chest.

Then he speaks, and all the blood in your body reaches its boiling point.

“Jihoon was just telling me that he feels like he can’t write sex into his songs because he’s never had it before. Why don’t we help him out with that?”

Jihoon collapses into himself, groaning and cursing, his face buried in his arms where they rest on the table, his muscles strained with tension and his skin bright red.

Yoongi just smiles serenely and looks over to you, raising an eyebrow and lifting his chin like he’s challenging you.

You can’t respond yet, not with the ringing in your ears and the images in your mind, flashbulb memories of how long Jihoon’s fingers are and how voraciously he eats and, worst of all, how he looks when he comes over straight from the gym, his hair still damp from the shower and his veins still popping from the workout.

All things you’ve thought about innocuously, no real intention behind them, now given life, meaning, by Yoongi’s words.

You tilt your head at him, trying to figure out if this is a test, but you don’t see any hint of deception in his eyes. All you see is your boyfriend of four years, wanting to bring someone into the bed you share, wanting to teach someone what it means to give and take pleasure.

No, not just someone, but Jihoon, specifically.

He has a soft spot for the kid and that’s obvious, but you never expected it to extend to sharing you.

However, you’re not… opposed… to the idea.

If anything, you feel yourself get just a bit hotter, just a bit wetter, imagining the both of them in your bedroom.

You know Yoongi can tell how you’re feeling, you’ve never been able to hide a thing from him, and when that satisfied smile stretches his lips, you give up and give in.

“What are your rules?” You ask softly, your eyes darting to Jihoon when he snaps his head up and stares at you, wide eyed and open mouthed.

“He has to wear a condom,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly, before continuing, “Other than that, I have none. What about you?”

You didn’t expect him to turn the question around on you, but you’re grateful he did.

“Same as you,” you respond, before looking to Jihoon. “What are your thoughts?”

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes flicking between you and Yoongi, before he answers, “I - I don’t know. I’m embarrassed, and a little bit annoyed,” he levels a glare at Yoongi. “But I’m… I mean if you’re okay with it, then… then yes, I want this. I’ll wear a condom, I’ll do whatever.”

Yoongi doesn’t even pretend to care about the tea.

He just rises from his chair and extends a hand toward you, waiting for you to take it before nodding at Jihoon, expecting you to reach out to him. You hold your hand out and he grasps it, your fingers intertwining as Yoongi pulls you to the stairs. In between them, you carefully move up the steps, feeling somewhat like you’re on your way to the place of no return.

You know you can stop this at any time, but you fear you won’t want to.

You fear that once you get a taste of Jihoon, of both of them together, that’s all you’ll want.

Yoongi must know, he knows everything about you, and if he wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t have offered. So when you cross over the threshold and he lets go of your hand to sit in the chair occupying the corner of your room, you know that he must be anticipating that outcome, and you know that he must be alright with it.

Which makes it easier to turn to Jihoon and cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, one that makes him gasp against your lips before he drops a hand to your hip and starts to kiss you back.

He seems experienced enough at this, you think, his plush mouth soft against yours and his tongue tentative where it brushes along the seam of your lips. You open up for him with ease, swallowing his sounds and responding with your own soft hums to show him you’re comfortable.

Your tongue glides against his and he moans, sucking at it with gentle pulses that make your core throb, before you pull away and press a hand to his chest to stop him from following you.

“Let’s move to the bed?” You suggest, perhaps because your knees feel the slightest bit weak but mainly because you’ve been desperate to get Yoongi’s body on top of yours all night. Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, but you think he’ll feel almost as good.

Jihoon nods, his chest rising and falling as he tries to regulate his breathing, waiting for you to climb up and get comfortable before setting a knee on the covers.

“Take your clothes off,” Yoongi calls out from the corner. “She probably wants to see you.”

Jihoon glances over and then looks at you, raising a brow. You shrug shyly and nod, your eyes lowering to his chest as he starts to pull his sweater up. More and more pale skin is revealed, and by the time the fabric clears his head, your gaze is locked on the defining lines of his abdominals. He unties his sweats and pushes them down, stepping out of the cotton and standing before you in just his boxer briefs.

His dick is hard, pressing against the fabric, but you don’t have long to look before he settles on top of you, his elbows bracketing your head and his knees straddling your thighs. His lips find yours again and soon enough, you’re lost in him. He kisses you so attentively, adjusting to your every move, your every breath. It’s not long before you’re squirming beneath him, wanting for more.

“You’re gonna eat her out next,” Yoongi instructs, his voice distant but consuming, echoing in your mind like a looped track.

Jihoon breaks away from you, his eyes heavy lidded and his lips kiss-swollen. He sits back on his knees when you shift up onto your elbows, giving you room to pull your nightie up and off, leaving you bare from head to toe.

His eyes traverse the whole of your body, lingering on your breasts before they land between your thighs, his stare weighty, nearly tangible on you. The thought that you might be the first woman he’s seen naked in person is a heady one, enough to give you the confidence to slide your legs out from between his and spread them on the bed, showing him exactly what he’ll be working with.

His breaths come faster as he gazes at you, slowly moving down to lay on his stomach between your legs, his mouth just inches from your pussy when Yoongi says, “Spit on it.”

“What?” Jihoon questions, turning back to stare at Yoongi in confusion, missing the way you squirm at Yoongi’s instruction.

“You heard me, spit on it. She’s into it.”

“I- No, I’m not gonna fuckin- I’m not spitting on her, that’s ru-”

“Fine, if you won’t, I will,” Yoongi rolls his eyes and rises from his seat, taking a few steps to the bed and pushing at Jihoon’s shoulder when he doesn’t move out of the way.

Yoongi braces his hands on your knees and shoves them further apart, his eyes coasting up your body before they land on yours, a wry smile stretching his lips before he purses them and spits on your pussy. His saliva trails over your clit and down to your entrance, making you gasp and making your cunt clench, your hand shooting down to weave into his hair when he starts to pull back.

“See? Told you,” he murmurs to Jihoon, grasping your wrist and waiting for you to release his hair before stepping away and returning to his chair in the corner.

Your eyes find Jihoon, who looks like he’s been struck. He shakes it off and fills the space between your legs again, flat on his belly with a determined glint to his eye. You can feel his breaths as his mouth gets closer and closer to you, before finally, his tongue drags over you from cunt to clit.

He takes his time learning you, sucking at your folds and dipping into your entrance, never staying in one place for long. He’s making little sounds like he loves the taste of you, the vibrations traveling through your pussy straight to your buzzing brain, straight to the part of you that yearns to be set free.

You long to sink your fingers into his hair and drag him where you want him, take your pleasure from him like he’s a toy, but you know this is a precarious situation, and you’re not going to be the one that tips it out of balance.

So you let him explore, let him figure it out on his own, setting aside the fact that you’ve been aching for hours already. This is Jihoon’s first time, you can stand to not be greedy for once in your life.

Yoongi seems to disagree, telling Jihoon, “Find her clit and suck it, or she’ll never cum.”

You would glare at him for rushing Jihoon, you really would, but then Jihoon listens, his mouth searching until he discovers that bundle of nerves and wraps his lips around it, giving experimental sucks that quickly have your back arching and your toes curling.

“Y-you can, um, put a fing-,” You try to speak but can’t seem to get the words out, not when Jihoon’s mouth is so soft and wet and his tongue is so agile from years of playing the clarinet, the tip lapping at your clit in between pulses of his lips.

“Baby, I’ll tell him what to do, you just lay back and enjoy, okay?” Yoongi says in a soothing tone, making your eyes flicker open so you can see him. You know he wants you to answer him so you force your head to move up and down in a nod, melting into the bed when he sends you that indulgent, proud little smile.

“Jihoon, start with two fingers, she likes to feel full. Palm up,” Yoongi instructs Jihoon, his voice more distant, less affectionate now that he’s not talking to you.

Jihoon’s fingertips glide through your arousal, dipping into your entrance and starting to push inside. You’re still a bit stretched out from taking care of yourself earlier so there’s barely any resistance, his fingers sinking in slowly but surely.

His tongue stutters against you, a weak groan escaping him as your cunt molds to his digits. You squeeze around them just to hear that sound again, biting back a grin when the next groan is louder.

“Feels good, doesn’t she? Now imagine that around your cock,” Yoongi smirks smugly, his eyes caught on the blush rising up the back of Jihoon’s neck. “Gotta make her cum first.”

With renewed fervor, Jihoon sucks at your throbbing clit, his fingers twitching inside of you but not moving yet.

“Now you’re gonna find her g-spot. Curl your fingers and tap until you feel a different texture, you’ll know you’ve got it when she gets wetter.”

Ever the quick study, Jihoon puts Yoongi’s words to action, his fingers crooking and rubbing along your front wall in search of the patch that can make you gush. He encounters it soon enough, grazing the erogenous zone with his fingertips and tapping into it when you gasp and clench down.

You do get wetter, just like Yoongi said, and you can’t help but move with Jihoon’s fingers as he starts to slide them in and out, the tips hooking into your sweet spot on every thrust. You should have expected him to have perfect rhythm and lithe, talented fingers just like Yoongi does, because maybe then it wouldn’t be a surprise when you feel the stirrings of heat deep in your belly.

Would it be embarrassing to cum so soon? Yoongi can get you there in five minutes flat but this is Jihoon, should you try to hold out for longer so he has more time to practice? What if he’s disappointed that you-

“Baby, stop worrying. Just cum when you want to,” Yoongi says softly, and not for the first time, you feel blessed to have a partner who knows you inside and out.

You don’t need his permission to cum but now that you have it, you can feel your climax building even faster, feel it growing, glowing inside of you as Jihoon moans into your pussy, as if he’s echoing Yoongi’s words.

That and the flawless grind of his fingertips into your g-spot are what throw you over the edge, darkness eclipsing your vision as you tumble into a pleasure so deep, you can feel it in your bones.

It races through your bloodstream, electric and razor sharp, setting all of your nerves on edge and stealing every molecule of air in your lungs. You gasp through it, clenching your fingers in the pillow beneath your head so you don’t reach down, tangle them in his hair, and hold him to you until he’s as breathless as you are.

You think you could cum again if he just keeps his tongue curled around your clit and his fingers digging into your g-spot like this. Hell, you’d probably cum even harder, get even wetter for him, even hotter.

It’s so close you can almost taste it, but he starts to pull away and you swallow down the cry of protest that rises in your throat, fighting off disappointment that you fear you don’t have a right to. Yoongi likes to go for more than one but Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, and you can’t expect him to behave the same way.

Yoongi does, evidently, because he says as if it should be obvious, “Keep going.”

“What? She already-”

“She can cum again, keep going.”

When Jihoon looks up at you for confirmation, Yoongi heaves a beleaguered sigh and ambles to the bed, placing a knee on the mattress for stability before leaning over Jihoon’s shoulder and gripping the back of his neck, pushing and holding him down.

Jihoon is more than strong enough to break free if he wants to, which makes it even sweeter when he closes his eyes and dives back into you, one of his hands scooping under your thigh to pull it up onto his shoulder. Now you’re the one holding him down, and Yoongi’s lips stretch in a satisfied smile, like Jihoon has finally done something to be proud of, before he loosens his grasp and returns to his chair.

You’ve lost some momentum in the seconds without stimulation, but you can’t escape the image of your boyfriend shoving his protege’s face into your cunt and that’s almost enough to get you right back where you were.

It helps that Jihoon seems to be insatiable now, though whether he’s desperate for you or desperate to prove himself to Yoongi, you don’t know. It doesn’t really matter either way, not with his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue digging up under the hood to lap directly at the nerves. His fingers join in too, fucking into you harder and faster, beckoning out enough arousal that you can feel it dripping down your perineum.

The sounds are obscene, the wet suction of his mouth and the squelching of his fingers bringing heat to your cheeks. You wonder if Jihoon can hear or if your thighs are muffling the noises, part of you hoping they are and most of you hoping they aren’t.

You want him to hear what he’s doing to you, want him to know that he’s pleasing you, that his efforts are appreciated, which is why you finally decide to stop holding back.

Your hands skate down your body and delve into his hair, pulling his face even deeper into your pussy as you whimper long and loud. “There she is,” Yoongi murmurs, barely audible with your voice ringing in the air.

Jihoon groans earnestly in response, his hips twitching against the bed and his fingers spasming inside of you before they stop fucking in and out and instead start prodding your g-spot, rubbing and tapping and grinding until you lock down around them, cumming with a gush and a shout.

He doesn’t stop this time, relentless in the pursuit of pulling every last bit of bliss out of you as if he’s learned his lesson. Yoongi always says that Jihoon takes direction well, and you’re honored to experience the evidence of it yourself.

Honored and dizzy, if you’re being truthful.

Your head spins, your pussy growing sensitive and your pleasure growing sharp, almost stinging as he continues to batter your front wall with his fingertips and stab his tongue into your overworked clit.

“Jihoon,” you whine brokenly, drawing out his name and gripping his hair tighter, unsure of whether you want to push him away or pull him closer.

“Don’t stop,” Yoongi calls out, but it sounds like he’s underwater, or maybe you are, every noise in the room muted and dull compared to the roaring in your ears, the rushing of your blood in your veins as your heart races in your chest.

“Maybe you’ll make her-”

Time slows down when Jihoon grunts his assent into you, the vibration just enough to send you spiraling into a euphoria so acute, it brings tears to your eyes. Your vision whites out and you think you scream, and then you’re levitating, no longer on the bed, perhaps not even on the planet anymore.

When your soul returns to your body and you blink your watery eyes open, the first thing you see is Jihoon. He’s still between your legs but now he’s bright red, his chest heaving as he fights to breathe, your arousal covering him from his cheeks down to his sternum.

You would feel nervous about his reaction but as soon as your eyes meet his, he’s climbing up over you and pressing his swollen lips to yours, his kiss ravenous and his tongue soaked with you.

When he pulls away, you’ve got your own essence smeared all over your mouth, and you’re not even startled to feel a familiar hand in your hair. The hand tugs your head to the side and you let your eyes flutter closed, anticipating the swipe of Yoongi’s tongue over your bottom lip. He loves how you taste, even if it’s not directly from the source.

You can feel Jihoon’s eyes on you as Yoongi licks your face clean, and you wonder if he thinks he’s going to get the same treatment.

He might, honestly.

But not tonight, it seems, as Yoongi smacks a kiss onto your lips and lets go of your hair, reaching in the bedside table for the condoms you haven’t used since you got your IUD placed a few months ago.

“You didn’t blow your load, right?” Yoongi glances at Jihoon, raising an eyebrow teasingly and laughing at the way Jihoon glares and says, “No, I’m still fucking hard, thanks for asking.”

Out of loyalty to your boyfriend, you won’t point out that Yoongi actually did blow his load the first time he ever made you squirt.

“You still up for it, baby? Not too sore or sleepy?” Yoongi crouches next to you and cups your face, brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheekbone and gazing at you with gentle, patient eyes.

“I’m still up for it,” you smile peacefully, watching as he hands Jihoon the condom and taking the opportunity to stretch, reaching your arms up above your head and pointing your toes, a soft keening sound leaving you as you relax into the bed again.

When your eyes find Jihoon and Yoongi, both of them are staring at your tits, a dazed look on their faces that makes them appear even more alike.

Yoongi snaps out of it first, blinking rapidly and readjusting in the chair, making you notice for the first time just how hard he is.

You knew he’d have to be into the idea of watching you fuck someone else to propose this in the first place, but you didn’t expect him to be so wrought with desire. You can see it on his face now that you’re really looking at him, the passion in his shadowed eyes and the lustful clench of his jaw giving him away.

You bite back a smile and turn your gaze to Jihoon just in time to watch as he slides off the bed and pushes his underwear down. His cock pops up then hangs heavily, the head blushed red and the length wrapped in veins. He’s similar in size to Yoongi, maybe a bit thicker and slightly shorter, and you’re relieved to know both that the condom will fit and that he won’t stretch you beyond your limits.

Finally, you look at his face again, only to find him staring at you, his eyes staying locked with yours as he brings the condom packet up to his mouth and tears it open with his teeth. At first, you think he’s trying (and succeeding) to be sexy, but then you realize his hands are trembling, just a little, just enough to relay the nerves he’s kept hidden.

“I’ll put it on,” you tell him as you extend a hand and wait for him to drop the condom in your palm, beckoning him forward with your other hand until he climbs back up on the bed and settles on his knees in front of you.

Slowly, you reach out and take hold of his cock, not reacting to the stilted gasp and muted swear that escapes Jihoon though you want to coo and kiss his cheek, he’s so adorable. You pinch the tip and roll the condom on with ease, ensuring it’s snug at the base before giving his hip a squeeze and laying back.

He follows you and braces his hands on either side of your head, his eyes heavy lidded and his cheeks flushed as he leans down to kiss you. His cock drags over your thigh before you spread your legs and hitch them up on his hips, one of your hands snaking between your bodies to position him at your entrance.

Jihoon takes in a deep, shuddering breath before beginning to push forward, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth dropping open as he feels the heat of you around his cock for the first time. The condom is a foreign sensation after all these weeks of taking Yoongi bare, and the fact that it’s Jihoon inside you instead of him is even more odd, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good.

Because it does, he does, especially when you remember that it’s been ten days since you had anything but a vibrator. Jihoon is warm, and thick, and real, and best of all, he’s holding back whimpers, his eyes closed and his face screwed up in pleasure, his hips jerking into yours in little thrusts like he can’t bear to keep still.

When he bottoms out, he collapses to his elbows, leaving his chest pressed against yours and his face just inches away, every microscopic change in his expression obvious to you with him so close.

You can tell he’s steeling himself to pull out, his jaw clenching and his brow furrowing as he draws his hips back slowly, his cock leaving the warm clutch of your pussy until only the head remains. You don’t even think he’s breathing, his cheeks turning red and his face growing pained, like it feels so good, it hurts.

He slides back in and you make the mistake of squeezing down, and that’s when he stutters, “F-fuck, I can’t- ‘m sorry, I’m gonna fucking-”

His cock jerks and twitches and there’s a muted burst of warmth inside of you, one that’s contained in rubber as he tips into the abyss, his forehead dropping down to rest on your collarbone and his body shaking on top of yours.

His gasps sound more like sobs, his beautiful, diminutive cries of pleasure making you flutter around him, prolonging his orgasm until he’s hissing through clenched teeth and digging his hips into yours as if in retribution.

He starts to soften inside of you and you’re content to let him rest and recuperate, but Yoongi has other ideas.

“Get up,” he commands, making your eyes flick over to him, a glower overtaking your face when he repeats himself. “Jihoon, get up.”

Jihoon reaches down and grips the base of his cock as he withdraws from you, holding the condom in place and cringing when he fully leaves your pussy. He slips the condom off and ties a clumsy knot, tossing it in the waste basket that sits under Yoongi’s bedside table before shuffling off the bed.

He doesn’t look at you, and you wonder if he’s too embarrassed or if he thinks he’ll be met with disappointment. Maybe both, and Yoongi certainly isn’t helping the situation. You don’t know what he’s playing at, rushing Jihoon like this, being so harsh when Jihoon’s at his most vulnerable, but you don’t care for it.

“Yoongi,” you murmur lowly, a warning in your voice.

“Baby, I’m not doing this to be mean. I just want him to learn,” Yoongi placates you, rising from the chair and pointing at it. He waits for Jihoon to take a seat before making his way toward you, gripping the back of his shirt to haul it off as he walks. He sheds his sweats next, his boxers dropping with them, and when you set your eyes on his cock, they almost bulge out of your head.

You think this is the hardest you’ve ever seen him, his dick a purplish rose and his balls heavy, full. You’re speechless, wide eyed, as he climbs onto the bed and reaches for your legs. He arranges you how he wants, planting his hands on the underside of your thighs and pushing them up against your body until he can get his shoulders under your knees.

One hand settles next to your head for balance and the other grips his cock, lightly smacking your pussy with it, the weeping head landing right on your swollen clit. You squirm and gasp at the feeling, your entrance clenching around nothing, pushing out more of your arousal to drip down your ass onto the bed.

He does it again, and again, and again, until you’re whimpering and clawing at him, ready to beg him to just fucking put it in already, and that’s when he guides his cock into place and slides home.

You and Yoongi moan in unison, yours more high pitched than his though both ring with relief.

Him and Jihoon don’t feel all that different but Yoongi is familiar, Yoongi is loved, Yoongi is yours, and that heightens every sensation. He stays buried in you, his gaze locked with yours, possession burning in his eyes like a wildfire.

You’re sure it’s because he gets to feel you bare and Jihoon doesn’t, and you wonder if he’s staying still for so long because he wants you to remember who you belong with. Then you feel him twitch inside of you and notice the tension on his face, and you know that’s not the case at all.

It’s that he’s inches away from doing exactly what Jihoon did, except he doesn’t have the excuse of being a virgin.

Yoongi hasn’t cum early in years, has practically become a paragon of self-control and patience, lasting long enough to get you there twice even when you first did away with the condoms. You’re almost gleeful to discover he’s so close to the edge right now, and you’re about to clamp down around him and push him even closer when his eyes harden and he mutters, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

And you try to listen, you really, really do, but you just can’t help the way your pussy responds to him, especially when he uses that voice on you.

So truly, it’s not even your fault when your walls swallow around his cock and suck him in deeper, the ragged groan he lets out only making you clench down more.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you whisper faintly, taking a deep breath and attempting to relax your inner muscles as he starts to pull out. “Don’t go,” you whimper, clinging to whatever skin you can reach, one hand wrapping around the wrist next to your head and the other flying down to grasp his hip.

You’re not strong enough to hold him in place, so you know it’s of his own volition when he stops moving, your cunt squeezing around what’s still inside, your whole body begging him not to leave.

He leans in close and narrows his eyes at you, probably trying to see if you’re playing some kind of trick on him, but you know there’s nothing in your gaze but a frantic wish to keep him inside, to finally feel him fuck you like you’ve needed for the last ten days.

His face softens into something fond and he murmurs, “Gonna give you what you need, baby.”

Then, with his eyes still on yours, he calls out, “Jihoon, c’mere.”

You hear him padding over to the bed, and you’re sure he’s just as confused as you are at his sudden involvement. Yoongi straightens up, breaking free of your hold and sitting back on his knees before gripping your hips tightly and pulling your ass into his lap, filling you with his cock and making space at the head of the bed in one rough move.

“Get on the bed, grab her hands,” Yoongi tells Jihoon, his stern voice leaving no room for questioning.

It seems Jihoon has learned his lesson by now, obeying Yoongi quickly and carefully, sliding into place behind you with his legs spread under your shoulders. His hands reach for yours and you offer them with only a little apprehension, gasping when he lifts your upper body enough for your head to rest on his thigh, your hands held against his toned stomach.

“Comfy, babe?” Yoongi asks you, waiting for you to nod before drawing his hips back until only the tip rests inside of you. He shoves forward, his pelvis smacking into your ass, a slick squelch sounding when he bottoms out.

He doesn’t give you any time to get used to it, every thrust that follows just as deep, just as vicious.

The rhythm of his cock slamming into you overtakes your heartbeat, your cunt throbbing and drooling around him as he rams into you, forcing your wetness out of your pussy and your thoughts out of your head.

Soon enough, you’re mindless with pleasure and writhing in their laps, arching into and away from the wicked bucking of Yoongi’s hips, his cock plunging into you so fast and so hard, you aren’t sure you’ll survive.

You can’t stop crying either, whining and blubbering nonsense words intercut with your boyfriend’s name, pleading for him to keep going because you’ll die if he stops but also he might kill you if he doesn’t.

“You can take it, baby,” Yoongi breathlessly assures you, his eyes lighting up with a devilish idea. “Maybe you just need something to focus on. Turn your head.”

Maybe he’s right, maybe you do just need to devote what little brain power you have left to something, so you turn your head and there it is, Jihoon’s bright red, rock hard cock.

With a desirous moan, you lean forward and drag your tongue up the side of his shaft, following one of the veins that winds around his dick like a vine. He chokes out a groan, his hands holding yours tighter when you tilt your head back and whimper, “Jihoon, please, put it in my mouth.”

There are tears streaming down your cheeks as you part your lips, laying your tongue out to entice him more. Yoongi is still fucking you, hasn’t let up for even a second, and you can feel his eyes on you as Jihoon transfers your hands to one of his and grips the base of his dick, pointing it in your direction and slowly feeding it into your mouth.

The angle is awkward but you can work with it, letting out a garbled ‘thank you’ and consciously relaxing your throat so he can slide deeper inside.

“That’s my girl, such nice manners,” Yoongi coos with a slight tone of condescension, watching as you swallow around Jihoon’s cock and fight not to choke.

“Wanna feel something amazing?” Yoongi asks Jihoon, who mutters doubtfully, “Something better than this?” and then he must nod because Yoongi says, “Put your hand on her throat. You can squeeze a little.”

Both of your hands are still gathered up in one of Jihoon’s, and you feel his free hand tentatively wrap around your neck, making you whine around him and clench around Yoongi.

“Fuck, is that my-” An avid groan cuts him off, his fingers spasming on your throat, though they don’t tighten to the point of pain.

A trickle of precum slides down your esophagus and you swallow again, your throat working around his thick cock, taking in another inch. You’re almost at the root now, close enough for your chin to brush his balls, and you’re about to get the last little bit inside when Yoongi scoops his hips on a stroke out and grinds right over your g-spot.

You squeak and jerk between them, your back arching as he starts to aim every single thrust there, battering the patch of nerves until you think you’ll cum just from this, just from his dick inside of you.

Then you feel his hand work itself between your thighs, his fingers cruel and exacting on your clit, and you have to pull off of Jihoon to gasp for air as an orgasm tears through you like a tornado, your pleasure wild, furious, devastating.

He doesn’t let up for even a minute, fucking you through it and leaning down over you to sink a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth back to Jihoon’s cock.

“Make him cum, baby.”

You bury him in your mouth again, nuzzling down until your nose brushes his skin and his cock fills your throat. He twitches and leaks, and you just know he’s close, but you don’t have the right angle to bob your head up and down, to give him any friction. All you can do is swallow and moan plaintively and hope it’ll be enough to carry him over the edge.

Your teary eyes flicker up and lock with his, and that’s what does it. His face crumples and a strangled moan forces its way out of his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat, his cock twitching, pulsing, throbbing between your lips. His grasp on your hands is so tight, it almost hurts, but the fingers on your neck never grip harder, never constrict to the point of suffocation.

Your throat convulses around him and he pulls out with a wounded sound, probably too sensitive to stay in the wet heat of your mouth any longer. His hand pets your neck and glides up to your face, wiping your tears away and cupping your cheek as Yoongi’s fingers start to swirl between your legs again.

You don’t know if you have another release left in you, but if you do, Yoongi will draw it out, and he’ll do it with a smile on his face. He’s mean that way, but so nice too, and now that all you have to focus on is the feeling of him surging in and out of you, the spark of painful bliss is familiar.

It reminds you that you’ve survived him before, and that this time won’t be any different even if you don’t feel like the same person after.

Yoongi fucks you like he’s remaking you in the shape of him, like he wants to take you down to your nuts and bolts then build you back up in a new form, one that bears his signature. It’s raw and rough and filthy, but beautiful too, which is always how he leaves you feeling when he’s had his way with you.

That’s the last thought you have before he sweeps all of them up and away with one final circle of his fingers on your sensitive, swollen clit.

Euphoria and agony battle within you, your climax excruciating but rapturous, sending you into a spiral of warring sensations that have you near delirious until finally, finally, finally, Yoongi lets himself break.

You whimper at the feeling of his cock hardening and twitching in your spent pussy but his cum flowing into you is a balm, soaking your delicate, tender walls with a warm wash of white. You breathe through the sting of overstimulation, your eyes watering again and your body shuddering between Jihoon and Yoongi.

Sometimes Yoongi stays inside after but you think he can tell you’re too wrung out, so he carefully slides out of you and lowers your legs from his shoulders, his palms gliding up and down your thighs in a soothing manner.

“Jihoon,” he says softly, his eyes still on you. “Go through that door and grab a washcloth from the closet, the softest one you can find. Get it wet with some warm water and bring it here.”

Jihoon is quick to follow Yoongi’s instruction, supporting your neck as he slips out from under you and brushing a thumb over your cheekbone before he leaves.

You hear the opening and closing of a door, then running water, then the quiet padding of feet on hardwoods. Your eyes have fluttered closed but you’re not surprised when you feel gentle hands cleaning you up, dabbing the washcloth between your legs, mindful of your sensitivity.

They fly open when you hear Yoongi say, “You can stay in the guestroom, if you want. It’s clean and ready for you.”

“You can stay in the guestroom, Jihoon is staying right here,” you assert, reaching blindly for him and clinging to his hand when you find it.

The time after losing your virginity can be fraught with emotion, and you’re not going to make Jihoon go through that alone. You also happen to feel unbearably fond of him now, and you’re itching to give him the affection he deserves after listening to Yoongi so well.

Yoongi just holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, “You’re middle spoon, then.”

As if that’s some kind of hardship.

Yoongi pulls two pairs of pajamas and a big t-shirt out of his drawer, passing one set over to Jihoon before walking over to you and carefully pulling the t-shirt over your head. He reaches into the arm holes and pulls your arms through like you can’t do it yourself, and you’d tease him if you didn’t feel so exhausted, you could pass out.

You have to get up so Yoongi can strip the comforter off the bed, and instead of putting it in the wash like he should, he just tosses it to the floor and grabs the backup from the closet. He waits for you to get under the sheets before throwing it over you, letting it float down to cover the bed and climbing in behind you.

Clothed in his borrowed pajamas, Jihoon awkwardly hovers by the side of the bed, looking unsure. You turn down his side of the comforter and reach a tired hand out, sighing contentedly when he blushes, smiles, and slides in, snuggling up against you.

Yoongi’s arm wraps around your waist and yours wraps around Jihoon’s, and the three of you sink into sleep easily, comfortably, warmly, even as the sun rises and seeps through the edges of your blackout curtains.

They’re making breakfast together and chatting about music when you limp downstairs, fresh out of the shower and starving out of your mind. You wonder if it will be awkward, but then Yoongi presses a kiss to your cheek and raises a brow at Jihoon, clapping him on the shoulder when he does the same, and that's how you know things will be just fine.

AN: would not exist without @bbychocolat jokingly saying "woozi yoongi threesome" and the help of @highvern @whipped-for-kpop-fics @wooahaeproductions and @daechwitatamic! thank you all for sharing your yoongi expertise and holding my hand throughout this journey (and it was a journey)

i've never written yoongi before!! pls tell me your thoughts i am desperate to know 💖

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Set Me Free || myg

min yoongi x female reader

Summary: Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to? Word Count: 14,377 Genre: friends to enemies to lovers, supernatural au, witch & familiar au, soulmate au, angst, fluff Warnings: death of a parent (brief mention), alcohol, soulmate breakup, smooching

Notes: banner by @itaeewon. thank you to @daechwitatamic and @oddinary4bts for beta-ing and listening to me struggle my way through this. as always. and extra thanks to ella for helping me write Yoongi's letters and to my friend tanya for giving me a super helpful base for the ending.

It’s cold. The late autumn wind rustles through amber-brown-orange-yellow leaves, swirling the fallen ones into little tornadoes that scuttle across the pavement. The cold doesn’t bother Yoongi, necessarily. It’s been a while since he’s been here, in this town, on this street, but even after so much time, his body remembers the chill of November in the same way his feet remember the way to his destination. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets and pauses at the street corner.

It’s strange being back here. He’d once known this neighborhood so intimately, he could map it in his sleep. Not much has changed in the almost 13 years he’s been gone. The park on the corner is the same. The playground, massive to an eight-year-old with a near-infinite imagination, stands resolute, its plastic and paint sun-faded and weathered. Further up the block is the head of the trail that snakes its way through the forest, where he’d spent countless hours playing pirates as a kid and exploring as a teen. And there, at the end of the street, is his destination.

The closer he gets, the more his stomach roils with nerves. Thirteen years since he’d walked down this sidewalk. Thirteen years since he’d walked onto that front porch. Or rather, 12 years, 5 months, and 11 days.

But who’s counting?

There’s a light on in the front room of the house, he can see it through the big window despite the shades being pulled closed. He hesitates. He’s spent days–no, weeks–playing out in his head how this was going to go. In a moment, he’ll know if any of those scenarios were correct. And frankly, right now, he’s terrified.

What if you start to cry? What if you slam the door in his face? What if you hug him? What if you yell at him? What if you don’t answer? What if you want to talk? What if you never want to see him again? What if you invite him in? What if you have someone over?

He takes a deep breath and knocks.

It takes a second. He can hear shuffling around on the other side of the door, so he knows his knock was heard. But the longer it takes, the sweatier his hands get, and the more he considers turning and running away. The door opens before he can make a move.

You stand in the doorway, bathed in the warm light of the living room lamp behind you. And shit, Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. In many ways, you haven’t changed since the last time he saw you, but at the same time, you look so different. He can see in your eyes the moment the realization hits, and your expression changes drastically. You looked tired–and Yoongi can sense that it goes deeper than just physical exhaustion–and you were slouching, but now, you’re standing ramrod straight, and there’s a hard look in your eyes. One he knows all too well.

“Hey.” He raises a hand, offers a wave that, in hindsight, is rather pathetic. You stare at him, unblinking, and slowly, he lowers his hand. “I uh… I heard about your parents,” he says softly, scuffing his shoe against the wood of the porch. “I’m sorry you have to go through it.”

“Brave of you to show up.” You sound almost bored, but Yoongi knows–he senses, in that kind of primal, gut feeling he gets when it comes to you–that it’s an act. “You know I could turn you into a bug and squash you if I wanted to.”

“I know.”

There’s a tense moment where you stare at each other, the scowl you wear pulling your lips downward and creasing your brow. But then you heave an exhausted sigh.

“Why are you here, Yoongi?”

“I…”

I want to apologize.

I’m so sorry.

I miss you.

It all catches in his throat. He coughs in a meager attempt to entice something–anything–to come out of his mouth. “I wanted you to have this.”

He holds out his hands, and in an instant, he’s holding a box. It’s full but not heavy, and he thrusts it out in front of him in your direction.

“A 10-year-old shoebox?” You do nothing to mask your surprise.

“Letters,” he corrects. “You don’t have to read them but… I wanted you to have them.” He pushes the box into your arms, leaving you no choice but to take it. Then, he steps away and nods his head. “Thank you for not turning me into a bug. I am sorry about your parents. I… guess I’ll go.”

Without another word, he trots down the porch steps. And then, in a blink, he’s gone. Disappeared into the night.

You sigh and shut the door, the box he’d given you cradled in the crook of your arm. You don’t have the energy for this right now. Honestly, you aren’t sure that you’ll ever have the energy for it, but certainly not the day before your parents’ funeral.

Whoever had decided that witches and their familiars die together clearly never thought of the ones left behind.

You collapse onto the couch, placing the box beside you. This would be easier if you weren’t alone. It would be easier with Yoongi, your brain supplies less than helpfully. You curse yourself. You curse him. After all these years, you thought you were over it, over the abandonment, over the betrayal. But all it takes is for him to show his stupid face, and you can feel it all bubbling up anew. Angrily, you push the box off the couch. It explodes when it hits the floor, what seems like thousands of pieces of paper tumble out and scatter from the force.

The forest was almost silent as you stalked the trail. Not even the birds were happy that day. Twigs snapped under your feet. You weren’t even paying attention to where you were going, your feet carrying you along the path that you’d hiked countless times before. You needed to get away, to escape, to calm down. But you couldn’t, because what you were running away from was hot on your heels.

“Would you slow down?” You could hear the frustration in Yoongi’s voice as he followed you. You ignored him. “Goddamnit,” he breathed, picking up his pace. “Will you at least listen to me?”

Quite frankly, you didn’t care what he had to say in that moment.

“It wouldn’t be a permanent thing,” he continued. “I just… I don’t know. I need to do this.”

You stopped, sliding a little on the damp new growth below your feet. “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re not being oppressed, Yoongi. No one’s stopping you from going out and exploring the world.”

“Maybe this way of life isn’t for everyone. Maybe not everyone wants their whole existence to be predetermined at birth. Maybe not everyone wants the universe to choose who they’re supposed to be with and how they’re supposed to live.”

His words stung, and until then, you weren’t quite sure why. Rejection. Not just of how you lived, and who he was, and how things had always been. But of you. Yoongi was your familiar, you were destined to be together in some way since you were six years old and the bond gem first appeared. Not all witches and familiars were in romantic relationships–your parents were, sure, and Yoongi’s parents–but plenty of them had other partners, lives separate from each other. Platonic soulmates navigating the world together.

Until a few months before, you’d been content with that. There was no doubt you’d been best friends from the jump. You’d been practically inseparable through school. Then, months before, he’d kissed you at the winter market. Right there in the park, under the aurora. Before that, you hadn’t thought of him as any more than your best friend. But the kiss had unlocked something inside you. And now…

Now he wanted you gone.

“You want to be free that badly?” By some miracle, your voice sounded positively venomous, even though you felt like you could crumble at any moment. “Fine.”

“Wh-”

There’s a saying your mother told you once, back when you were a child. You and Yoongi had found a turtle in the woods, stuck in the mud. His little turtle leg had been hurt, and you’d rushed it to your mother immediately. Familiars were excellent with animals, and she was no exception, healing the turtle in days when it should have taken weeks. You and Yoongi had both cried when you had to release it back into the wild–you’d both so wanted it to be your friend. ‘If you love something, set it free,’ your mother had said, ‘Sometimes it’s the kindest option.’

Kinder for whom?

The chain around your wrist snapped easily when you wrapped your fingers around it. The incantation meant to keep the bond gem safe became meaningless as soon as you wanted it gone. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been without it around your wrist. You loved it, with its gem of swirling, inky black and navy blue. It reminded you so much of Yoongi, deep and calm and unwavering.

Without a word, you tossed the bracelet to the ground. Yoongi’s eyes widened as it hit and the gem cracked. For good measure, you stepped on it, crushed it into dust. There was a pitiful swirl of blue magic that puffed up from the dirt. When you moved your foot, there was nothing left of the bond gem or its chain.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi’s eyes were glassy when you finally looked at him. He looked almost as crushed as you felt. “What the fuck?”

“You’re free.” And this time, you couldn’t hide your sadness behind your anger.

He didn’t follow you as you walked away, and honestly, it was for the best. It was faint, but you could still feel his emotions, and you weren’t sure you could handle that kind of heartache in person.

There is paper everywhere. Hundreds of pieces, folded neatly in thirds. You have no idea how Yoongi had fit them all into the shoebox. He must’ve enchanted it. Groaning, you start to pick them up.

Letters, he’d said. You flip through some as you gather them up. Now that they’re on the floor, they aren’t in any particular order, but it quickly becomes clear that these letters span years. There are some from 12 years ago, written shortly after he’d left. Some are more recent. You stare at one, from December of the year he left. Glancing through it, you expect it to unearth your anger, your rage. But it doesn’t. Just like seeing him again, all Yoongi’s letter brings is sadness. Grief.

You’d spent the past 12 years grieving. Sure, he hadn’t died, but when he left, you’d lost the closest relationship you would ever have. In 17 years, you’d grown so accustomed to having him there, that when he was gone, there was a Yoongi-sized hole left in your life that you had to learn to fill. And you did your best, sewing yourself back together and moving on. But it wasn’t the same.

Glancing through his letter, it seems you weren’t the only one struggling. You aren’t sure if that’s a comfort or not.

It’s been almost a year since the night market–one year since everything started crumbling around us. I still remember it like it was yesterday. It felt right in the moment, didn’t it? I really thought you would understand.

I’ve tried to figure out where things went wrong. But shit, I can’t wrap my head around it. Why did you react like that when I told you I just wanted to be free?

At the end of the day, I guess we didn’t understand each other as much as I thought we did. As much as this bond brings us together, I guess it doesn’t reveal everything. But… that night I just wanted to kiss you, and so I did. Maybe it was selfish. Sometimes I wish the bond didn’t exist, that we could just be free to choose things for ourselves. That we weren't forced into what the universe wants from us… Maybe that’s selfish, too.

Why couldn’t you understand? I just wish I could turn back time and make you understand. Maybe then you wouldn’t hate me, and maybe then I’d stop hating myself too.

Because watching you destroy the gem nearly killed me, but it wasn’t half as bad as watching you walk away. Should I have run after you?

Would you still be there if I had?

You sigh and lean back against your couch. That damn night market. You hadn’t been back to it since the year he’d kissed you. It’s silly, but a part of you blames it for everything that happened. Because Yoongi’s letter is right. It had marked the beginning of everything going wrong. It wouldn’t change anything, but there’s a part of you that won’t listen to logic, that refuses to believe that maybe, if he hadn’t kissed you–if you hadn’t kissed him back–he wouldn’t have left.

The night market was beautiful. It always was, but that year was particularly beautiful. The park had been decorated in all of its sparkling, winter glory. Candles twinkled in the trees, suspended by sheer force of will. Through some magic you weren’t familiar with, they’d enchanted the sky, and an aurora shimmered far above, slowly swirling in greens and blues and purples. Snow fell gently, and you weren’t sure if it was natural, or if it was also magic.

You browsed the various tents and tables, going from one to the other to see the different things people were selling. Some had crafts, others baked goods, and some were even selling things like potion ingredients and spellbooks. There were a few tables dedicated to familiars–books on shifting and specialty items and insets and jewelry for bond gems.

Yoongi followed you closely, clutching a hot chocolate. You knew he wasn’t cold, the temperature was nowhere near low enough for either of you to be uncomfortable, but the way his fingers tapped against the paper cup, you knew something was up. You could sense his anxiety, could feel it in the pit of your own stomach.

“Want to go sit?” you asked softly, gesturing over to the picnic tables they’d set up under one of the sparkling trees.

His eyes widened. “No, that’s okay. You’re looking.”

“I’m done. Let’s go sit.”

“I-” He deflated a little and didn’t argue further, allowing you to lead him over to one of the tables.

You sat side by side on the bench, backs against the table, and watched the snow fall around you. The night was peaceful, quiet for the most part except for the occasional laughter that bubbled up. Most of the older crowd had left, leaving only the teens and young adults to explore the market. You watched the other festival goers in silence, Yoongi’s arm pressed against your own.

“You okay?” you asked softly, bumping your shoulder into his own.

Yoongi being quiet was nothing new. He was an observer, a listener, he took in information like a sponge. Which wasn’t to say that he was never loud and boisterous, that he didn’t talk incessantly to the people he cared about. But he was absolutely the calmest presence you’d ever been around, even compared to the adults in your life.

But you could sense what he was feeling, could feel his nerves and unease and conflict. And you knew that he’d rather explode than burden anyone with his feelings. So you prodded. Ever so gently. Because he was your best friend, and when he was suffering, you were too.

He stayed quiet, and when you turned to look at him, he was much closer than you were expecting. A moment passed. You shared a look. You’d always thought that Yoongi’s eyes were pretty, but in the twinkling light of the candles above, they were deep pools of warm, dark cedar and flecks of honey. Slowly, subtly, he leaned in–or maybe you did, you weren’t sure– as though some mysterious force was drawing you together. An emotion flashed in his eyes, but you couldn’t quite take the time to consider what it may have been because he was kissing you. Lips chapped from the bitter wind moulded against your own for the shortest of moments. It was tentative and delicate and brief, but as he pulled away, your mind reeled.

That day had affected you in ways you never would have expected. Before, you’d never considered Yoongi as anything more than your best friend, the platonic other half of yourself. And then the kiss, and suddenly, it was like you’d been awakened. For as long as you could remember, your thoughts had been filled with Yoongi. Of the things he liked, the things he didn’t, of spending time with him, of the academy (with him). Suddenly, you were suspecting that maybe there was more to that, more than just the bond of a witch and their familiar.

You sigh. The letters are all finally back in the box, though nowhere near as nicely as they’d been before you’d kicked it and it had exploded. You should get up. You should go to bed. You have to be up fairly early for the funeral. But you stay seated, the box of letters in your lap.

Seeing him again was hard. You’re willing to admit that. You’d spent 12 years convincing yourself that you were fine, harboring anger and resentment and frustration, all for it to melt away the second you saw him. The bond makes it tough to stay mad at him, but it doesn’t let you forget the betrayal.

You stand out of the way, looking out over the funeral attendees in the park. Your parents didn’t have a lot of friends, but there are enough people here that you’d officially call it a crowd. They’re all mingling–you’d bought beer and wine, and if you didn’t know any better, it could maybe be a party and not a wake. You tighten your fist around the bond gem in your hand. For as long as you could remember, your dad had worn it around his neck, tucked under his shirt. The gem is like your mother–bright pink, fiery orange, deep yellow–and when you were a child, you’d loved to look at it, mesmerized by the swirling, glittering colors.

The gems have always been a gift from a familiar to their witch, given to symbolize the soulmate-like bonds between them. Most witches–especially those who were romantically involved with their familiars–wear them as jewelry. They don’t really do anything, though some people claim it made their magic stronger (you aren’t really sure about that, seeing as most gems appear in childhood).

As a child, you hadn’t been particularly close with your parents. Especially as a teen, you would have much rather hung out with Yoongi than them. But they were kind, and supportive, and for the most part, they left you to do your own thing. They’d been almost as devastated as you when you’d crushed your bond gem.

Days after your fight with Yoongi, the doorbell rang. Your mother had opened the door. You were upstairs. You’d stayed home from school that day–sick, but not in the way the administrators would have accepted. For a few brief moments, you’d ignored whatever visitor was downstairs. But then-

“She’s not here.” Your mother’s voice drifted up to you. She sounded disappointed.

“Please.” It was Yoongi, you’d recognize his baritone from miles away.

Quietly, you’d slipped out of your room and crept down the hall, sitting at the top of the stairs. You could hear your mother sigh, could see her shift her weight from one foot to the other. Your father appeared from the kitchen and joined your mother at the door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” he said, shaking his head. He leaned against the doorknob, pulling it a little more shut in the process so it blocked you completely from the door’s sight.

A long moment of silence passed before your mother called, “Yoongi?” You couldn’t hear his response–he must have already gone down the porch steps. Your mother continued, “It can be scary, and you’re both still young. Give it time.”

The door shut quietly, and both of your parents looked to where you were sitting. You could see it in both of their eyes. Sadness, but something else. Something that looked a little close to pity.

A laugh draws your attention, and you smile sadly as you watch your mother’s coworkers laugh at some memory. But then you notice, just behind them, a shadow close to the ground and suddenly, you’re distracted all over again. Because there, half-hidden by a bush, sits a black cat. Cedar and honey eyes watch you intently, its dark fur swirling and shining like a thousand galaxies. Your hand tightens around your parents’ bond gem, the chain pressing sharply into the flesh of your hand.

He doesn’t move, just sits there patiently. Watching. He’s there as people approach you, offering condolences and hugs that you don’t particularly want; he’s there when people start trickling out. And he’s there when you’re the last one left, all alone under the large oak tree in the center of the park.

It’s quiet as you stand there, staring down at the bond gem in your hands. This is the part you’ve been dreading. Because you don’t want to keep the damn thing–you could if you wanted to, but there’s also tradition to think about. But it’s also weird to give up the one thing that is so emblematic of your parents. You wonder if they’d felt like this when your grandparents had died.

At least they’d had each other during it.

You can sense him approach, even though his steps are completely silent. And though he comes closer, he keeps his distance. On one hand, you appreciate it. On the other…

“If you’re going to be here, the least you could do is be here,” you say quietly, looking down at the gem in your hand. It sparkles a little in the light.

Thankfully, he doesn’t ask you to explain. He takes a few slow steps forward until he’s standing beside you. It’s weird, having him this close again. You’d been too overwhelmed last night to actually observe, but now, you’re exhausted, yet alert.

His hair is longer–as a teen, he’d kept it short, but the ends curl and sit just above his shoulders now. He’s filled out and put on some muscle, and though he’s still a little on the lankier side, his shoulders have broadened. He wears cologne now, the scent light, like lavender, citrus, and sage. So much has changed, and yet it’s the same eyes that watch you with a soft curiosity.

You look up to the tree, watch its branches wave in the wind. You used to think that the centenarian boughs touched the sky, and even still, it towers above everything else in the park. The leaves sparkle, their iridescence catching the light to make the tree look like something out of a fairy tale. You sigh and tighten your fist around your parents’ bond gem one more time before opening your hand.

At first, nothing happens, but then the gem glistens and rises out of your grasp. It joins the other leaves close to the top of the tree, becoming just another sparkle in the prism.

For a while, not even the birds make a noise. You just stand there, looking up at the tree that has stood sentinel over most of your life. The wind rustles the leaves, and they shimmer as they move. You have no idea how many leaves are up there, how many bond gems have been placed over time. Thousands–maybe hundreds of thousands–of witches and their familiars, most forgotten to the annals of time.

It’s strange, knowing that you would never be memorialized by the tree.

“Let me buy you a coffee,” Yoongi whispers from beside you, husky baritone cutting through the silence.

Yoongi isn’t sure why you say yes, but soon enough, you’re walking into the Green Bean just behind him. He’s uncomfortable, people have been watching you since the park, and their stares are starting to burn holes in his back. He says nothing about it until you’re in line at the cafe.

“What are they staring at?” he whispers, leaning close so that only you can hear in the semi-busy cafe. He chooses to ignore how you tense up ever so slightly.

“You’ve been gone for 12 years, what did you expect?”

Right. He supposes he should have expected their animosity. But it’s not just him they’re watching. He doesn’t miss the way people stare at you, watch you warily as you simply exist. His mind races. Was that his fault? Did his absence cause so many unintended consequences?

You order a coffee and choose a table in the far corner of the cafe, away from everyone but still near the window. He sits in the chair across from you, the hard metal shockingly comfortable despite its harsh lines. An awkward silence settles over you both, but Yoongi’s not sure what to say, so he lets it linger. He watches you stare out the window. Which is a little weird, right? But he can’t bring himself to drag his gaze away. It’s like after 12 years of being away, he just wants to look at you.

The barista calls out your orders and Yoongi stands to grab both of them from the counter. He places one oversized ceramic mug down in front of you, and the other, he wraps his hands around. It’s warm, almost hot, and he dares not take a drink yet. You stare down at the foam on top of your drink, one finger hooked around the handle of the cup.

“What happened to them?” he asks softly. When you look up, surprised, he clarifies. “Your parents, I mean. I… didn’t hear how they…”

You sigh, tap your mug. He can sense the deep sadness you struggle with and is just about to tell you to forget he asked when you speak. “I always kind of thought it would be dad who’d go first.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “He was always so frail when we were kids. But mom got sick last year and…” You shrug. “One of the neighbors found them.”

“I’m so sorry.” You wave him off. “No. Honestly. They were nice.”

“Thanks.”

He nods, and silence settles again. But then something you said pops into his mind, striking him as strange. “You aren’t living here anymore?” Mentally, he slaps himself. Why did it come out like he’s surprised? He supposes that he’s always just kind of pictured you still… here, in town.

“I’m over in Ashland,” you say, generally gesturing west, toward the city. “I work at the library at the university.”

“Yeah?” He raises his eyebrows. “How’s that?”

You shrug. “Mostly good. It’s a job. The library’s usually pretty quiet, so…”

“That’s really cool.”

Ashland is big, much bigger than here in square feet and at least 10 times the people. It’s a real city, with skyscrapers and functioning public transportation and one of the country’s top medical universities. He’s proud of you, he realizes. You’d always planned to leave for the city, too constrained by life in such a small town. For the longest time, he’d planned on going with you. And then, of course, he’d ruined it. It stings a little to know that you’d gone without him like that, that your life had continued as planned, that maybe he hadn’t meant that much in the grand scheme of things.

But then your eyes meet, and he’s confronted by the anxiety and sadness you’re feeling, and he knows he’s just being stupid. Again.

“So, uh…” He feels a wave of nerves wash over him–they aren’t his own. You tap your half-empty mug. “What have you been up to?”

If he’s honest, Yoongi wasn’t expecting you to ask about him. He’s shocked enough that you’d even agreed to be here, let alone that you were interested in his life. “I was traveling,” he starts cautiously, gauging your reaction. You blink slowly, watching his every move. If you can sense his apprehension, you don’t react. “But now I’m up north in Ulmae. I’ve got a pretty good thing going at this restaurant on the North Shore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, uh…” He chuckles, a little nervous. “They’ve got me bartending on the weekends and let me do music during the week.”

Your eyes widen a little, and you lean forward. “They let you play?”

“It’s only like an hour a night-”

“No, shut up. That’s amazing!” You grin, big and genuine, but Yoongi can sense a tinge of sadness in it.

He’s disappointed when you both finish your coffees and you stand up to put your cup in the little tub by the counter. It’s starting to get late, the sun is starting to set and the streetlights have turned on. It was nice, catching up with you, short though it may have been. It’s not lost on him how strange it is, having to catch up with someone that was once practically a part of him.

Together, you stand outside in the chilly early evening air, looking down the street toward the park. Over the roofs of the shops and houses, Yoongi can just barely see the centinel tree with its sparkling leaves. People walk past–people he recognizes but couldn’t possibly name–some are more subtle about it, but others practically break their necks to stare at the two of you. Suddenly, Yoongi feels exposed outside the cafe, like there are eyes everywhere. He hates this, hates feeling like he’s doing something wrong just for wanting to talk to you more.

You sigh, scuff your shoe against the concrete of the sidewalk, shove your hands deep into the pockets of your dark jeans. “I… probably shouldn’t even ask,” you start warily. “But do you want to come back for a drink?”

The house is the same, yet somehow also different, like one of those spot the difference puzzles come to life. The layout of the living room is the same, but the couch is a different style and color. There’s a blanket folded the same way under the coffee table, but it’s clearly a different pattern than he remembers. Most of the photos are the same, but there are 12 years’ worth of more of them.

Apparently, the stash of alcohol your father kept in the built in cabinet beside the television hasn’t changed.

You pull out a bottle of whisky and two glasses, setting them on the coffee table with a gentle ‘clink.” The shoebox he’d given you sits on the floor. The lid is off, the letters contained within are a mess. Have you read them, or did they spill out? There’s no way for him to really know.

Silently, you hand him a glass and sit on the other side of the couch, grabbing one of the throw pillows to hug in your lap. You sip at the double in your glass stoically, and for a moment, you stare at him. He has to resist the urge to squirm under your gaze. There’s something different about how you’re sitting, something in your aura that he didn’t notice in the cafe. Maybe you’d been saving it for private, but he can sense that you’re reining your emotions in.

But then finally, after what feels like an eternity, you turn over your hand. Two pieces of paper sit in your palm. “I’m going to need you to explain these.” The two letters float over to him and open themselves in front of him.

The first is dated only a few years after he’d left.

I’ve been struck by a thought. I had tacos earlier, and I just know you would have loved them. Which made me realize that there’s still part of me that thinks about you at every turn. Your friendship was such an integral part of my life, and not having it anymore feels like there’s a piece missing. Last week it was a song on the radio. Before that, a stray cat I saw that I know for certain you would have loved. Everything reminds me of you, everything leads back to you. You’re everywhere and nowhere, and…

I would like to see you again. Someday.

How have you been doing? Where has your life taken you? I can only hope it’s treated you kindly. It’s what you deserve.

The other is from the day he turned 25.

A quarter of a century, and for some reason I feel incredibly old. With it comes some realizations, things I didn’t understand before. Maybe I was too young, too blinded by my own need to feel free… but it never was about being free from you. I can’t even begin to imagine how hurtful it must have been for you…

I never wanted to make you feel like I was giving up on you, like I didn’t want you. I never wanted to make you feel rejected, because it wasn’t you I was trying to be free from.

I was so scared of having my whole life laid out in front of me. I never took the time to think what my life could be with the bond–I only ever thought about what the bond meant for my life. All of the expectations, what comes with being a familiar, our roles in society and the universe…

I realize now that I could have–should have–communicated it all better. If only so that I wouldn’t have lost you. So that it wouldn’t have led to me making you feel like I was rejecting you. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered; at the end of the day I was still walking away from you. But at least maybe I could have made it more clear that it was never you that I wanted to be free from.

I’m sorry. I feel like it’s useless to say, but I am so sorry for not realizing any of this before.

Wherever you are, I hope you’ll understand. Take care until I see you again.

I hope I see you again.

Yoongi sighs. The letters–all of them, not just these two–tended to be rambling diatribes, a snapshot of his thoughts as he worked through his feelings about his own life and everything and you. He’d been an idiot when he left–he was 17 and full of himself and terrified of the world but too proud to admit it–and it had taken him far too long to realize a lot of important things.

For a moment, it’s quiet as he thinks of what to say. How should he even begin? But apparently, he’s quiet for too long, because you wave your hand and the letters fold themselves back up and float back down to the shoebox. When you speak, you sound exhausted. “Why are you here, Yoongi?”

“I-”

“Because if the roles were reversed, I don’t know that I’d have the balls to come back. On one hand, I’m impressed. On the other…” You trail off and shrug.

He’s quiet, not sure how to respond. He’s got lots of thoughts, lots of feelings–of course he does–but right now, you’re a wall, and he’s not sure how to read the situation. He’s not sure what you need to hear right now. So he says nothing.

You laugh, but there’s no humor in it, and you look down at the glass in your hand, stare into the dregs of the amber whisky you’ve nearly finished. “I’m running on like two hours’ sleep,” you admit. “But fuck, Yoongi, I… I was so convinced that I’d never see you again. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.” Then, softer. “I’m still not sure.”

“Why?” It’s out of his mouth before he can even think and god, he just wants the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.

It takes a second for you to process his absolute trash heap of an asinine question. But when you do, your face contorts into somewhere between anger, disappointment, and heartbreak. “What do you mean, ‘why’?” You practically spit the question at him. “You… you… Do you know what it’s like to have the most important person in your life tell you that he wants rid of you?”

“I never said-”

“You wanted to be free. From all of it. From me.” You pick at the corner of the pillow in your lap. “And then you just come back out of the blue like nothing happened and drop this damn shoebox at my feet-” from where it sits on the floor, the shoebox explodes, letters flying everywhere, “-and you just… What did you expect, Yoongi? What do you want?”

“I don’t know!” He sounds a little desperate when he says it, and he hates that, hates how pathetic it makes him sound. So he shrugs, takes a deep breath, leans back a little. “I don’t know,” he repeats. “I just… I missed you. And then mom told me about your parents, and…” He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead and out of his eyes. “And then I was on a train.”

You stare at him for a moment, a little gobsmacked. You have no idea how to respond. What do you say to that? Where do you even start? There are a hundred things you could say. You’ve played this scenario out a thousand times in your head over the years–what would you do if he came back?–but somehow, it never played out like this. In your mind, he’d never told you that he missed you.

You’d never considered that he would miss you.

But you should say something, right? It’s weird that you’re sitting there, just staring at him in complete silence. Has your jaw been clenched the whole time? Does he think you’re angry with him? Quickly, you school your face into something a little more neutral and say the first thing that comes to mind.

“How long are you here for?”

Truthfully, you probably should have asked sooner. You’ve been wondering since he showed up on your doorstep last night, but it never seemed like a great time to ask.

He sighs. “‘Till tomorrow.”

You nod, probably longer than it makes sense to, but it takes you a bit to process. Tomorrow. He’s back in your life for two days, and then he’s gone again. That’s not even enough time to catch up, let alone actually talk with him. And that’s… you aren’t sure how to feel.

Yoongi watches you quietly and takes a sip of his drink. He’s barely touched it. “Maybe…” he says after a moment, leaning forward to put his glass on the coffee table. “Maybe I should go?”

Part of you wants to tell him no, to ask him to stay, to tell you more about his gig working at the bar. Anything to keep him here and talking to you. But there’s a more logical part of you that’s overwhelmed, that needs some time to think. He’s offering to go, which means that he’s either uncomfortable or his train leaves early in the morning. Or both. He stands, thanks you for the drink, and you follow him to the door. He hesitates just outside, opens his mouth as if to say something and closes it almost as quickly.

You say nothing. And for the second time in as many days, you watch him leave without another word.

The playground was almost empty. Mama said it was supposed to rain, but she’d also said that you would go anyway, for a little bit. You were trying to learn how to swing on your own, and plus Yoongi and his mom were going to be there, and he’d said he’d bring his trucks to play in the sand.

But he wasn’t there yet, so you were on the swing. Mama pushed you, her hand firm on your back, and you closed your eyes. You were flying, wind in your face as you launched forward into the air. And then, just as suddenly, you were falling, swinging backward.

“Remember what I said,” mama said softly. “Kick your legs.”

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that. Your legs were little, and when you kicked out, you felt more like you were going to slide out of the swing seat than anything. You heard her laugh a little, but her hand was on your back once again, propelling you forward.

A few minutes passed in a blur of forwards and backwards. You still didn’t quite understand the whole swinging on your own thing, but mama’s rhythmic pushes kept you going. But then, a small voice at the edge of the playground yelled your name, and you heard excited footsteps in the wood chips. Mama helped you slow to a stop, and you jumped off the swing.

A little boy, his dark hair cut short by his own mom, ran toward you. He was carrying an armful of small cars and larger trucks. He skidded to a stop in front of you, a wide, gummy grin engulfing his face and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I brought all my trucks!” he announced, looking down at the toys in his arms. “You can be the green one. Here.” He tried to hand it to you, and another fell in the process.

You picked it up and took the green truck from him. It was bright green–the same shade as the lime popsicles Yoongi’s mom usually bought–and it had big wheels. You followed him to the sandbox and you both plopped down. It didn’t take long to have a whole city constructed. Granted, it was all made from rocks and wood chips and other small things you found around the sandbox. But it was a city and it was beautiful.

Yoongi drove his truck over a bump, making engine noises as he pushed it toward you. As he drove the truck down another sand hill, bumping and bouncing it over sticks and rocks, something fell out of the sleeve of his jacket. It was perfectly round, and it rolled to a stop in front of you. You picked it up and inspected it. It was some kind of rock, hard and shiny, but it was also colorful, and you were pretty sure rocks couldn’t be blue.

One look at the rock and he frowned, calling for his mom. She came over immediately and crouched down to see what he was so concerned about. Your mama followed her, and she was the one that saw the rock in your hand first.

“Oh,” she said, her hand gently smoothing down your hair. “You two have found your gem.”

“Wha’s that mean?” Yoongi asked, looking up at his mom.

She smiled and sat in the sand beside him, pulling him into her lap. She held out her arm, twisted her bracelet around so that he could see it. “You know how I have this from your dad? It’s like that.”

“But-”

“Your friendship is special,” she continued, pinching his cheek. Yoongi laughed. “It means you’ve gotta look out for each other now.”

For a moment, he was quiet. But then he nodded, just once. “Okay!” He held out his hand to you, tiny palm face up. “Can I have it?”

“It’s not yours anymore,” his mom said softly, brushing his short hair back. “It’s a gift.”

You looked to your mama and she nodded. “Take care of it,” she told you. “You only get one.”

Middle school was the worst. Everything was difficult. Social situations, interactions with your parents, school. At the time, it all seemed like it was unfairly hard. Making it worse, of course, was getting sick. As a kid, you were never sick that often. Yoongi was a different story. For whatever reason, familiars were just more susceptible to illness, and when he got sick, he got sick.

It was the middle of the semester, and Yoongi hadn’t been to school in days. Your teachers hadn’t even asked, they’d just started giving you packets–homework and printouts of their lessons and extra materials–so he wouldn’t fall behind. So you stopped by his house after school. His mom let you in, offering you some of the snacks she was making for Yoongi before you headed up the stairs to his room.

You knocked gently before entering. The knock was a politeness–you were close enough with him and familiar enough with his room at this point in your life that you could just barge in without warning and you knew he wouldn’t mind. He looked like hell, stuck in his bed buried in blankets. It was clear he’d had a fever at some point, because his hair looked damp and sweaty.

But he sat up when you walked in, coughing deeply before speaking. “You’re going to get sick, too,” he protested weakly.

You waved him off. “Everyone’s sick.” You pulled over his desk chair to the side of his bed and started to go through your bag. “Ms. Miller gave me your math homework, but if you understand it, you’ll have to explain it to me because I have no idea what she’s talking about.” He giggled at that, gummy smile soon hidden by his hand as he coughed. “Here’s the novel for Brown’s class. She said she’d talk to you about making up the paper when you’re back.”

It took a surprisingly long time to go through eight classes’ worth of homework and assignments, but you’d put sticky notes at the front of each packet explaining things, too, so the fact that he was half-asleep for most of your explanation didn’t really matter.

“Will you stay?” he asked when you were done. “Help me with some of this?”

“What happened to not wanting me to get sick?” you teased.

“I mean, you don’t have to. If you want to go home, that’s fine, too. I just-” He coughed, burying his face in his blankets.

“You staying for dinner, hon?” Yoongi’s mom called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes please!” you responded, shuffling through the stack of packets you’d brought for Yoongi. “Wanna take a stab at math?”

Halfway through the fall of your senior year, Yoongi started to get… weird. Cagey. Like he was trying to hide something and figure out particle physics at the same time. You’d tried asking him about it a few times, only for him to wave you off with a quiet “just thinking about some things.” After that, he’d be back to normal for a few days. But every time, like clockwork, he would fall back into it.

Finally, on the third day of the new year, he pulled you aside. Tucked back into the dormant foliage of the park, away from prying eyes, he stood, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was nervous, you could feel it deep inside you, but to be honest, you didn’t really need your bond to tell you what was plain to see.

“I…” He trailed off, unsure of how to continue. His brows furrowed in thought, and after a moment, he motioned for you to sit. “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay?” You sat on the edge of a big rock, confused.

“I…” he started again, sitting beside you. You could feel a spike of nerves, and he took a breath to steady himself. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I think… fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be.”

“You can just say it,” you told him. “It’s just me.”

He nodded and mumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘that’s the problem,’ but after a moment, he continued. “I need to be free of all of this.”

“What?”

“Haven’t you ever thought that maybe the universe doesn’t know what it’s talking about? That maybe you’d be happier if you chose things for yourself?” He frowned. “There’s rules for gifts. We’re only good at certain types of magic because of how we were born. We have to celebrate holidays certain ways, we have to do specific things on our birthdays-”

“-and we get told who we’re to bond to.”

He recoiled at your words. “That’s not-”

“But it’s true, right?” Your gaze fell from him to your hands. “It’s just one more thing you don’t get to control.”

Yoongi sighed. “I just… want to be able to choose for myself.”

Suddenly, you were sick to your stomach. This was the last thing you’d expected. You didn’t particularly like all of the traditions, either, but you were 17. What the hell were you going to do about it? But this felt like he was saying he didn’t want you. You hadn’t yet talked about the kiss at the night market a few weeks prior, but you’d never guessed that he’d do such a sudden about-face.

“Right,” you said softly.

“Just… think about it?” he asked, dark eyes pleading.

You didn’t like where this was going, didn’t like how it made you feel. But you nodded anyway. Maybe he would change his mind.

Days gave way to weeks and months, and before you knew it, spring had come. Yoongi hadn’t changed his mind. If anything, he’d gotten more insistent.

“I want to find myself,” he’d told you once. “I need to make sure this is how I want to live my life.”

“I just need to get away,” he’d said one day while you were doing homework together. “Start fresh somewhere new.”

And then, on the way home from school one day, he’d said, “I need to be free of it all.”

And you’d snapped. Three months of hearing him talk about it, three months of him basically saying that your entire way of life was wrong and that he was chafing to get away. You couldn’t help it.

“Fuck off,” you’d told him, taking the trail behind the houses at a faster pace. Despite being so attuned with nature thanks to his familiar genes, he’d had trouble keeping up with you.

He’d pushed. And eventually, you’d given in. Because despite everything, you’d loved him, and if he was unhappy, you wanted to fix that. And now…

Now you’re sitting alone at the train station at ass o’clock in the morning. The train station has just barely opened, and already you’re inside, clutching a cup of coffee. There are a few other people here, milling around, waiting for their early trains to god knows where. You can feel them watching you, can feel them trying to make it subtle that they’re staring. At this point, you’re used to it. Word travels fast in small towns, especially when that word is as earth-shattering as a broken bond gem and a falling out between a witch and their familiar.

You try to ignore them, focus on your coffee and the posters across the waiting area from you.

Report any unattended or suspicious luggage to National Rail personnel.

Bags larger than this poster must be checked into the train’s luggage car.

Please remain seated until your train is announced and National Rail personnel give authorization to enter the platform.

You scroll through the news on your phone. Read the posters again. Stare out the window at the coffee shop across the street. And wait. A train arrives, and the couple that had been staring at you leaves. You sigh and stand to throw out your now empty cup.

Just as you do, the door to the train station opens. You turn to look, and there stands Yoongi. He’s wearing a black shirt, a bag slung across his body. His hair is pushed back off his face and he’s wearing his glasses. He’s clutching an absolutely massive travel mug and his phone in one hand, the other rolls a small suitcase behind him. He looks sleepy, but the second his dark eyes land on you, he jolts a little, as if electrocuted into being awake and alert.

“Hey,” he says cautiously, approaching you.

“Hey.” You wave slightly–awkwardly.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is soft, still a little gruff from sleep. You get the sense that maybe he hasn’t said much of anything to anyone this morning.

You sigh and gesture for him to follow you to a bench. The next train–his, you presume–isn’t due for another 20 minutes. You have time, but not much.

“I didn’t like how we left things,” you admit. “I… I wasn't sure if you were serious.”

“Serious?” His head falls to the side slightly, confused. But then, it seems, he understands, and he nods. “I did miss you–I do. I spent the entire ride here thinking about how seeing you again was going to go.”

“Were you right?”

He chuckles. “Not exactly.”

You hum and nod, and for the briefest of moments, silence settles over you. The stationmaster types away at his computer, the clacking of the keyboard the only sound in the entire station. But then you force yourself to say something that’s been on your mind since he showed up on your doorstep two days ago.

“It’s been good seeing you again,” you say, and even though you mean it, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “I… think in a way, after so long, I made you the villain in my head. It’s good to see that you’re… not that.”

“I am sorry,” he whispers. “That was the worst thing I have ever done, and I just…”

“I get it.”

“What?”

“I think I kind of always did, but… it just hurt too much to think that you were including me in everything that you wanted to get away from, and I just-”

“You were the last thing I wanted to get away from.” Maybe it’s the waver in his voice, maybe it’s the way he ducks his head to make sure he makes eye contact, but you believe him. He sits his mug down on the bench beside him and gathers your hands in his. “I was so fucking dumb. I would have taken you with me in a heartbeat, but god I was too stupid and selfish to take ten minutes to think.”

“I thought maybe I’d done something,” you admit quietly. “I thought that maybe after the night market-”

“No! Oh my god, no,” he exclaims, his hands tightening around your own. “You’re my best friend! I lo-”

“Train 49–the Northern Limited–will be arriving on the platform in five minutes,” the stationmaster announces, not even bothering to use the building’s intercom. “I’ll take you over to the platform when you’re ready.”

Yoongi groans.

“Here.” You pull your hands away from him and immediately miss the warmth of him. But you reach into your pocket, unlocking your phone and shoving it into his hands in one motion. “Put your number in.”

For a moment, he stares at you, dumbfounded. But then the stationmaster opens the door to his office, and the noise jolts Yoongi into action. He types quickly and hands you your phone. You don’t even look at it, just lock it and shove it into your pocket. He hands you his phone and you enter your own contact information before giving it back.

You stand at the same time, and for one brief, quiet moment, you worry that maybe he’s just going to leave it at that. But then he rubs the back of his neck and glances toward the stationmaster.

“I’ll text you,” he promises.

You nod, almost mechanically. You weren’t expecting it to hurt this much to see him leave again. As he turns to gather his things, something comes over you.

“I- Can we-” You sigh, take a deep breath. “Can I have a hug?”

He makes a noise somewhere between a hum and a squeak, and it takes almost no time for the pink to start blossoming on his cheeks. He sputters for a second, and you can feel his shock. But then he opens his arms, and you find yourself taking a small step forward.

It’s shockingly easy to fall back into him, to step into his arms. He’s warm, and solid, but still also somehow soft. His cologne lingers on his clothes, all lavender-y and citrus-y and sage-y. Your arms fit around his waist, and for a moment, you let yourself pretend that this is normal, that nothing ever happened and that he isn’t leaving. But you hear the train horn in the distance and you pull away. You kiss his cheek as you part, and his eyes go wide in shock.

“Text me,” you tell him firmly, reaching down to grab his coffee mug and hand it to him.

“I will. I promise.”

And with one last, fleeting look, he steps onto the elevator with the stationmaster to go over to the platform.

You stand outside the station long after the train departs, feeling very much like you did when he’d left the first time. You should be feeling optimistic–for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe there’s hope. For you, for your friendship, for… whatever comes next. But it’s hard to feel any sort of positive when he’s on a train back to a city seven hours away, and you have to go home in the exact opposite direction in a few short days.

As you’re walking back to your car in the lot down the street, your phone dings. When you unlock it, you get the sudden feeling that you’re flying, like a horde of butterflies have erupted within you. It’s nerves and it’s excitement and maybe, it’s also a little bit of hope.

Yoongi 💙: thanks again for not turning me into a bug

“I’ve been thinking,” Yoongi says one late night, his deep, sleep-deprived voice distorted ever so slightly by the distance and the speakers of your phone. You can barely see him–there’s a dim light that just slightly illuminates his face, but the rest of the room is dark.

“Dangerous,” you joke.

“Rude.” He nuzzles down further into his pillow. “I’d like to come visit,” he admits softly.

For a moment, your mind goes blank. There’s a fluttering in your stomach, hundreds of butterflies trying to escape at once. He’d kept his word after the train station, texting and calling you frequently over the past couple weeks. You’d text throughout the week–little messages about bad days and delicious lunches and cute dogs–and then on the weekends, one of you would inevitably end up calling each other. You’d spend hours on the phone, sometimes talking, sometimes just existing in the silence between you.

The video calls were a recent development. Since they began, you’d watched him cook dinner, he’d played piano while you worked on a spreadsheet for work, and one early morning, he’d called you on his way home after bartending so he wouldn’t fall asleep on the train.

“What do you mean?” You laugh a little. Maybe it was a little obvious what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it.

He groans a little, stretches one arm up before covering his eyes with it. He peeks out at you through the cook in his elbow, one singular, dark eye sparkling, even in the poor quality of the video. “I miss you,” he mumbles, and you almost don’t catch it, it’s so muffled by his arm and your phone’s speaker.

You hum. The butterflies in your stomach make themselves known again. “I guess you could come.”

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

“Hey now. It’s against the rules to take something like that back.”

He laughs. “What rules?”

“You know. The rules.” You gesture vaguely before pulling your blanket up a little further on your body. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the rules?” He grunts. “Being away for so long has rotted your brain, I’m afraid.”

“So rude.” His arm is still obscuring his face slightly, but you can see his big, gummy smile as he laughs. “No, but seriously. Are you busy next weekend?”

You frown. You’d been trying to forget about next weekend. “Normally I’d go home for the new year,” you say softly.

“Why don’t,” he begins, stifling a yawn. You’re a little surprised he’s made it this long without seeming tired. It’s almost 3am. “Why don’t I come hang out? We can do new year’s stuff together.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.”

“What about work?”

He shifts, the arm that was over his face now supporting his head under his pillow. “I make the schedule. They’ll deal with it.”

“Yoongi.”

He continues on, ignoring you. “I can work the day shift and get a train right after work on Friday, but I wouldn’t get there until late, is that okay?”

You sigh. It would be nice to not spend the holiday alone. And it would be nice to see him again. Sure, you’ve been talking to him in one way or another, but it’s different than having him in person. You finally agree, and he shoots you a smug, sleepy smile.

The week passes at a glacial pace. Work is slow because of the break in classes for the upcoming holiday, and spending time in an empty library is infinitely less entertaining than you’d expect it to be. Most of your coworkers have taken off, so you’re mostly alone with your thoughts. You fill the time with paperwork, completing literature loan requests for the University’s faculty and doing intake for the newly released journals the library has subscriptions for.

In the small handful of weeks since you’d seen him last, you’d replayed things in your mind. But mostly, you’ve been stuck on how nice it is to have him in your life again. You aren’t fooling yourself. You haven’t forgotten. But there’s a part of you–a large part, if you’re honest with yourself–that hopes that this is a step forward, that you can be close again. Maybe not how you were, but something that resembles a friendship.

After an eternity, it’s Friday. You sit outside of the train station in your car, parked in one of the pick up spots just outside of the main door. The trickle of people into and out of the station has slowed significantly now that it’s dark out–you’ve never seen it this dead. It’s late, the station is getting ready to close, but there’s one last train that has yet to come in. There’s another car parked a few spaces to your left, and you wonder briefly about who they’re waiting to pick up, but it’s fleeting.

The door to the station opens automatically, and out steps Yoongi. He rolls a suitcase beside him, a messenger bag slung across his body, his other hand shoved deep into his hoodie pocket. He looks around, confused, his gaze going back and forth between your car and the one to your left. You turn on the dome light and wave and he nods.

He gives you a quick greeting as he opens the back door, shoving his bags in the back seat. When he finally climbs into the passenger seat, he sighs deeply, resting his head against the headrest for a moment before turning to you.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hey. How was the train?”

He groans. “Long.”

You hum. He’d worked a short, early shift so he could catch the last train from Ulmae to Ashland. He looks and sounds exhausted. But he’s here. He’s not a face on a screen, he’s in your car. You resist the urge to reach out and touch him. It’s strange. You’d been without him for nearly 13 years. It’s only been a few short weeks since you’d seen him last, but you’re giddy, practically bursting with excitement at the fact that, for the next two and a half days, he’s here. With you.

You drive in relative silence, willing the lights to be green more for Yoongi’s sake than your own. The radio plays a soft hip-hop song, and you vaguely recognize it as one of the bands he’d been obsessed with in high school, but you don’t turn it up. You’re fairly certain that he’s fallen asleep, his head lolled slightly to the side so that he’s facing the window.

It’s a damn miracle that there’s an open spot in front of your building, but you gladly take it. There are people in your building who don’t know how to parallel park—who refuse to do it—but you’d taught yourself just for instances like this. For a moment, you think you’re going to have to wake Yoongi up, but just as you cut the engine, he unbuckles his seat belt and stretches.

Your apartment isn’t large, but it’s bigger than most for what you pay for it. You’re on the seventh floor, the top floor of the building, and your bedroom has a lovely view of the building beside you. But if you lean a little to one side and press your face up against the glass, you can see out into the city beyond, and the university campus in the far distance.

He sits his bags down in your living room and plops down on the couch. You’ve already set out some blankets and a couple pillows for him. The clock on your microwave says 11:05.

“You’re probably exhausted,” you say. “I’ll let you get settled.”

Immediately, he picks his head up from the back cushion of the couch. “’m not tired.” Ever defiant. But you can tell he’s lying. You can see it in his eyes how groggy he is. Normally, he’s up much later than this–you know, because sometimes, he calls you–but between working an early shift and the six-hour train ride, you don’t blame him for being a little sleepy.

“I put some towels out in the bathroom,” you tell him, gesturing down the hall. “It’s the door on the left. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thanks.”

And with that, you leave him there in your living room. You can hear him unzipping his bag as you retreat into your room.

An hour later, you find that you can’t sleep. Not that you’ve even tried. You aren’t even sure why you’re so wired. But you’re sitting in your bed, legs covered by a sheet, in the dim light of your bedside lamp. You’ve had friends stay over before. But this… you feel like you did as a kid, having your first sleepover. Except back then you were wired on soda and sugary snacks and it was a treat to stay up late. Now, you’re just…

You hear the bathroom door open and shut, and after a moment, Yoongi stands in the doorway to your room.

“You have the softest towels in the world,” he says, hair hanging in damp strands in front of his eyes. He pats and scrunches it dry with one of the fluffy grey towels you’d set out for him.

“Would you believe I got them on clearance?”

“I’ll just have to stuff one in my bag, then.”

“I charge a 5% fee for any towels that leave the premises.”

At that, he laughs, a groggy, squeaky sound that shakes his shoulders and crinkles his eyes and leaves a wide, gummy smile in its wake.

“So… what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“I haven’t really thought about it.” He shoots you a look that says he doesn’t believe you, and you relent. “Well,” you pat the bed beside you, inviting him to sit, “There’s this thing every year in the park to watch the meteors,” you say as Yoongi eases himself onto the mattress. “But it doesn’t start until late.” He hums. “Was there something you wanted to do?”

“No, just-” He stifles a yawn. “Curious.” He leans back against the headboard, settling in.

Just like that, you fall easily into conversation. It’s comfortable, calm. Just two old friends chatting. He likes your apartment, thinks the tile in your bathroom is really nice. He asks about your job, nods along as you tell him about working in the library and your coworkers.

And slowly, his reactions become slower, delayed, until he finally doesn’t respond at all. You look over, and his chin is tucked against his chest, his breathing gentle. Asleep.

For a moment, you consider going out to the couch. It would be weird, right, to stay here with him? But as you’re about to kick the blanket off, you pause.

We’re adults. Adults can share a bed. It doesn’t have to mean anything. You’re mature enough to let this just be two people sleeping in the same space.

At least, you think you are.

But as you settle in yourself, snuggling down into your blankets and turning off the light, you’re suddenly faced with the quiet peacefulness of his face. He’d always been handsome, and now that you’re both older, you can appreciate just how beautiful he really is. He sighs and slides down a little, his hand brushing against your arm as he gets more comfortable.

Oh no.

You sit on the floor of your living room, a box of pizza on the coffee table that you’ve shoved out of the way. Yoongi’s beside you, your backs against the couch as you watch some anime he’d been trying to convince you to watch back in high school. You’re three episodes in, and you don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t really care for the basketball-themed show. Part of you is still afraid that if you say something wrong, he’ll be gone again.

His arm rests casually behind you on the cushions, far enough away that it’s more a comfortable way to sit than any sort of advance, but that doesn’t stop the smallest of butterflies from making itself known in your stomach. This Yoongi is so different from the Yoongi you knew—the one who, as a kid, got excited by construction equipment and the concept of ice cream, and as a teen spent his free time hiding from his parents, playing the piano and hanging out with you (though neither were mutually exclusive). He’s quiet, comfortable in the silence, comfortable with letting things linger.

You’re a little jealous of it, to be honest.

Yoongi leans forward slightly, and a piece of pizza meets him halfway, floating gently into his grasp. “Do you remember,” he begins, settling back in against the couch, “when we were 16 and we went camping?” You hum an affirmative. “We spent most of the week playing old board games with my parents.”

You smile at the memory. If anyone had asked back then, you would have told them it was lame that you’d had to spend the whole time with Yoongi’s parents. But now? That was one of the more fun summers you’d ever had. “What made you think of that?”

He shrugs, mouth full of pizza. “I dunno. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. Things were so much simpler then…”

You nod and hum softly, but ultimately, you say nothing. Much simpler indeed.

“You know,” Yoongi begins, zipping his coat up to his chin, “when you said ‘park’, I was kind of expecting it to be in the city.”

“I think technically it is.” You lock your car and meet him at the front of it.

“We drove for an hour!”

You shrug. “Big city.”

He laughs and shakes his head, incredulous. He can’t tell if you’re being serious or not, but there was a sign on the way in with the university logo on it, so he supposes that whether it’s part of the city or not, it doesn’t really matter. There’s a well-lit trail that runs from the shale parking lot up a hill slightly to a clearing that overlooks the city and the rest of the park. It’s busy–people mill about around the parking lot, and he can see a steady stream of visitors on the trail up to the clearing.

He adjusts his coat–it’s cold, and both his shoulder and his senses ache with the impending snow–and when he’s ready, the two of you start walking toward the trail. It’s astonishingly busy, and as you weave your way through the crowd, leading him up the hill, he grabs your hand.

So we don’t get separated, he tells himself. For a moment, he expects you to pull away. Not maliciously, he’s not expecting you to scoff and throw his hand away. But what he isn’t expecting is for you to tighten your grip on him and tug him this way and that as you get closer to the clearing. His hand is warm where your skin touches his, like he’s holding a candle a little too close to the flame.

The clearing is massive, mostly flat but not entirely, with gentle rolling slopes that provide some extra elevation here and there. On one of the little hills, a few food trucks are set up, though how they got there, Yoongi isn’t really sure. Someone must have magicked them through the path or up the hill or something. There are picnic tables scattered around, mostly near the food trucks, but throughout the clearing, as well. Towards the edge of the clearing, there’s a cliff with an overlook that has a spectacular view of the city vista below. People are everywhere. Of course, there are a lot of college-aged kids hanging out in big and small groups. But there’s also a shocking amount of people that are Yoongi’s age and older–professors, he assumes, and university staff here to enjoy the evening. Almost all of them are holding drinks, and just about every one of them seems to be paired with someone.

It’s subtle sometimes, seeing bonded witches and familiars. Of course, the ones who are romantically involved tend to be more obvious, but the ones that are just friends are just as easy to spot once you know what to look for. It’s the people who stand so close together they’re almost touching, the ones who lean in a little extra close to whisper something. And the clearing is full of pairs standing in each other’s personal spaces.

You tug on his hand to direct him off to the left and he blindly follows, squeezing your fingers ever so gently as a response.

There’s a pair of people at one of the tables by the food trucks. They spot you almost immediately, and one of them stands to greet you. He’s a little taller than you are, made even more obvious when he gives you an awkward, one-armed hug over the picnic table’s bench. The other one–a woman–remains seated, eyeing Yoongi.

For a hot minute, it’s weird, as he stands there in silence while you chat with the man and woman. It’s not even the side-eye that the woman’s shooting him. The man is handsome–Yoongi’s not blind–and you are friendly with him. But there’s a moment, the briefest of moments, where you gesture somewhere off to your left. And when your body moves, Yoongi’s arm moves, too, and a little part of him, a silly, childish, hopeful part, soars.

You’re still holding his hand.

Eventually, you introduce him to the two. Alice works the reference desk in your library while she’s doing a doctorate program in linguistics. Her partner is gone in the winter, fighting fires in the far south. Despite her harsh side-eye, she greets Yoongi with a smile and a polite handshake. Jihwan, on the other hand, is the head baseball coach at the university. How the two of you met, Yoongi can only guess, but you make no mention of Jihwan’s partner, and Yoongi doesn’t see a gem anywhere. He almost–almost–starts to feel bad for the guy, but then he opens his mouth.

You ask a simple question, gesturing with your head to the food trucks. “What do they have good?”

“The pierogi guy from last year is back-”

Jihwan interrupts Alice. “Too much butter.”

It’s not even what he says. It’s how he says it. Like you and Alice are toddlers, like you can’t be trusted not to drown yourselves in carbs. But you roll your eyes and Alice scoffs playfully, and Yoongi realizes that this is not the first time Jihwan has done something like this. And suddenly, Yoongi hates this guy.

“Apparently, he’s got a new flavor this year,” Alice says, continuing like Jihwan never interrupted. “But the taco guy is also back-”

“Is the popcorn guy back?” you ask. laughing. “Because I kind of want a front-row seat to that.” Yoongi must look confused, because you explain. “Pierogi guy’s daughter was engaged to taco guy’s daughter. But last year, pierogi guy and taco guy just started yelling at each other-”

“-It was amazing,” Alice adds.

“It was ridiculous,” Jihwan mumbles.

You push him. “It was a little like having our own little telenovela here.”

Cautiously, Yoongi asks, “Why were they fighting?”

“No one knows.” You shrug. “But it launched a campus-wide food war. Everyone was choosing sides. It was like the year the Moondance tried to change its logo.”

Jihwan and Alice look at you, a little confused. But Yoongi knows exactly what you’re talking about. Somewhere around when you were preteens, the owners of the Moondance diner decided that its logo was outdated and wanted to update it. The whole town had been in an uproar, whole neighborhoods entering into a Cold War-esque stand-off over their preferences. People who had been friends for 50 years were suddenly in an unsolvable, unending argument. All over a color palette swap and a slightly newer font. Yoongi hadn’t cared much one way or the other–all businesses change their logos at some point, right?–and he always suspected that you didn’t either, but you’d both gotten swept up in the chaos of it all. It was stupid, ridiculous fun, and he’s pretty sure that his parents still have the buttons you’d made somewhere in their house.

You finally let go of Yoongi’s hand when you’re standing in line at the taco truck, and he’s painfully aware of how empty it feels now. You don’t go far, though, standing close enough that your elbow brushes against his every once in a while. You’re scrolling through your phone, reading some news article to pass the time. It’s gotten darker since you’ve been there, and looking up, he can just barely make out a couple pinpricks of stars in the sky. The clearing is fairly bright, with little flickering balls of light criss-crossing the space like bistro lighting, and the lights from the city below don’t help to make the night sky visible.

You pay for his tacos–”I get an employee discount,” you say, brandishing your university id like it’s a black card–and Yoongi doesn’t think that you were in line that long, but when you return to the table, Alice and Jihwan are gone.

“Where’d-” He’s not even asked the question, but you’re already shrugging.

“Alice’s probably off calling her fiance,” you say it like you’re back in high school, all singsong-y and mockingly, “and who knows where Jihwan got to. Probably trying to take someone home tonight.”

“He seems…”

You sigh. “Yeah.”

“How’d you meet him?”

A pang of… something hits him. Your expression falls, ever so slightly, and he regrets asking. But after a brief moment, you clear your throat. “He and I are the only two on campus without gems.”

Oh.

Well.

That makes sense.

“So they…”

You pick a piece of red cabbage off your taco and eat it. “Yeah, they know.”

Which explains Alice’s side-eye earlier. The weird emotion he’d gotten from you is gone now, and you seem to have just brushed right past the awkward feelings.

He hums, not really sure what to say. What’s there to say? So instead of saying anything dumb, he does the safe thing. He changes the subject.

“No wonder they didn’t kick the taco guy out of the festival this year.” He takes another bite of his taco. “This is the best al pastor I’ve ever had.”

“His chimichangas are amazing, but he only makes them on special days.”

“More special than…?” He gestures vaguely. Around you, the lights have started to dim. Yoongi isn’t really sure when that started, but things are definitely less bright.

You laugh, and something inside of him warms.

He hasn’t even finished his tacos yet, but the vibe in the clearing starts to dramatically change. The crowd gathers tighter, a palpable buzz in the air. Alice has returned and stands alone near the head of the table. She’s looking up at the sky, and when Yoongi looks up, he sees why. There’s an aurora in the sky, gentle waves of effervescent greens and blues swirling through the heavens, just like the night market all those years ago. It has to be magic of some sort–the city isn’t far enough north for it to be natural–but he can’t tell who’s doing it.

A hand on his shoulder pulls his focus back to the ground. You’re there behind him, bathed in the dim glow of the floating lights around you. By now, it’s almost dark, but even in the low light and deep shadows, you’re beautiful.

“Come on,” you say softly. “Let’s get a good spot closer to the lookout.”

He follows you through the crowd, weaving around the bodies to get closer to the edge of the clearing. It’s tight, and you grab his hand so you don’t get separated. Normally, Yoongi isn’t a huge fan of crowds like this. You’re a small island in a sea of people, and he barely has room to turn in a circle without bumping into someone. You stand close–close enough that he can feel your warmth through the chill of the night.

The city spans the valley below, a forest of metal and windows and concrete. A bright spot in the middle of an otherwise dark night. But then, individually at first and then more, the buildings’ lights begin to flicker out.

“They’ve been doing this festival since before the city got public electricity,” you explain, answering his question before he could even ask. “It’s kind of a big deal.”

With the lights of the city mostly out, the stars above are much brighter. He can almost see them twinkling and winking as they burn, millions of billions of lightyears away. The night sky is beautiful, and his eyes drift around to locate the constellations he’d learned as a child. Almost immediately, he finds Perseus, right beside his wife Andromeda. You’d loved the myth of Perseus slaying Medusa when you were kids, and even though he hadn’t looked for the constellation in over a decade, finding it is still ingrained in him.

He nudges you slightly, pointing up to the constellation. But just as he does, a pinprick of light streaks across the sky. You squeeze his hand as more streaks start to appear and the gathered crowd buzzes with ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s. The meteors are all sizes. Big and bright. Small and thin. They aren’t constant, only a few show up every minute, but it’s beautiful to watch.

There’s a strange sensation growing in his chest, something warm and fluttering and all-encompassing. You lean a little closer and the feeling grows. You must sense something–he’s never really been sure what his emotions feel like for you–because you look up at him. For a moment, you look confused.

Yoongi isn’t really sure how it happens, but what he does know is that suddenly, your face is centimeters from his own. He thinks that maybe someone bumped you and you took a step closer, but maybe that’s just his brain trying to fill in the gaps. He also knows that he’s the one that closes the space between you, leans in and brushes his lips against yours. It’s quick, a little impulsive, and truthfully, it feels a little forbidden.

He pulls away, not far enough to make it seem like he’s made a mistake, but enough that it gives you an out, if you want it. His brain starts making all these calculations–what he should do if you back away, what he should do if you slap him, what if you don’t react.

But then you whisper, “Why’d you stop?” and your hand slides up his chest to grip the lapel of his coat. You tug with a surprising amount of force, and when your lips connect, he feels himself soaring.

His entire world narrows to the points where your bodies connect. The firm touch of your knuckles against his shirt, the way your leg presses against his, but mostly the heat from your lips as he deepens the kiss. You fit against him perfectly, as if you were made for each other. He’d only kissed you that one time, but somehow, he’d missed it, missed you.

When you finally pull away, you stay close, pressed against his chest–though whether that’s fully your choice or because of the crowd tightening around you is anyone’s guess. He can feel your heart pounding, and when you shoot him a small smirk, he’s pretty sure that you can feel the pace of his own pulse. Your grip loosens on the collar of his coat and you smooth it down coolly before your arm wraps around his back. Without a word, you cozy in, pressed close as your gaze returns to the sky and to the stars.

For a moment, he stands there, unmoving, mind empty. But then it’s like he snaps out of a trance, and he snakes an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. His focus shifts to the shooting stars above, catching one just as it streaks across the sky. As he stands there, staring at the heavens and feeling your steady breathing, his mind begins to wander.

12 years, 7 months, and 3 days. He’d spent most of that time wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t left. If, after he’d kissed you at the night market, he’d been satisfied with whatever life had come after that. He’d been so scared back then, of losing control, of his life not being his own. But now, none of that matters.

Now, he’d give up almost anything to stay here, in this moment, in your arms.

okay so like... what do we think? how are we feeling? I was originally planning on having this be much longer, but I was so stressed out from grad school, I just wanted to get it out now. I'm so excited to hear your thoughts! and let me know if you want to see a part 2 (and if so, what you might want to see in it!!)

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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perks of being a househusband.

SERIES.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: finally, a masterlist! :> no concrete story here btw!! just a bunch of mismatched scenarios that will be written and posted with no particular schedule. enjoy!!!

INDEX.

I WAS HOPING I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THIS.

I ALWAYS GET THE JOB DONE.

THIS IS OUR TERRITORY.

MY BOSS JUST GAVE ME ORDERS.

FLASHBACK: WHEN YOU FIRST MET.

BONUS: HOLLY'S WALK.

I'M PROTECTING MY TURF IN MY OWN WAY.

[MORE TO BE ADDED]

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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BTS Run

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- ponytail Yoongi, rough sex, handcuffs, collar, use of slut and whore, dirty talk, breeding kink, pussy eating, deepthroat blow job, fucking from behind, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, so much fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05

J POV

"Uh what do you want me to do?"

"Put my hair up jagi"

I thought that's what he said

"Seriously?"

He smirks, "Yeah jagi. Half up, half down"

"You are trying to kill me", I grumble

He just smirks wider

"Not nice"

He knows certain hairstyles on him drive me insane

Undercuts, his long hair and when it's up in ponytails

He does it on purpose to rile me up, wearing his hair up all day everyday at home

"Please jagi?", he pouts

I roll my eyes, "You are so fucking lucky I love you"

He gives me a smile and of course I melt

"Sit", I grumble

He sits in front of me and I finger comb his hair

"Mmm jagi", he whimpers

He loves when I play with his hair

It relaxes him and when he's tired it puts him to sleep

Our kids are just like him too

Playing with their hair puts them to sleep

"Yeah yeah", I answer, separating some of his hair and finger combing it into a ponytail

"Hair tie naekkeo?"

"Don't you have one baby?"

I sigh

Of course I have one

Reaching over for my bag, I pull out the baggy of hair ties

"Here", I say, "Open it for me"

He does and I reach in, taking out a black hair tie

I wrap the tie around the ponytail until it's secure

Then I smooth down the rest of his hair that's not in the ponytail

"There naekkeo", I say, taking the baggy bag, closing it and dropping it in my bag

He reaches for me, tugging my hand and I move in front of him

He pulls me in his lap, cuddling me, nuzzling into my neck

"Thanks jagi. My pretty baby", he murmurs, "My perfect wife"

Giggling, I say, "Stop baby. All I did was put your hair up"

"No jagi. You do so much more. Making me look good for our shoots and performances"

"It's my job naekkeo", I laugh

That's how I met him, when I was hired as one of their makeup artists

I've been with them since before debut, been with Yoongi since 2014 and we got married in 2016

He's the best husband in the world and I'm so lucky to have him

"Ok Jo", he says, "You're still perfect jagi. You always supported me, was always understanding, always by my side, never left when it got hard. You do everything for me, gave me two beautiful kids and you're just my everything. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi. So much. You're my perfect everything. My naekkeo"

He smiles, then presses his perfect lips against mine

Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on mine

His tongue moves against mine, both of us moaning softly

I feel his cock harder under me, turning me on

"Stop baby. You can't dance with a hard dick", I tell him between kisses

"I can't help it jagi. Everything about you is just hot. You know I can't touch you, can't kiss you without getting turned on"

"Mmm me too", I say, smiling against his lips before kissing him again

His fingers move under my shirt, trailing along my skin, shivers running down my spine

We get lost in each other until I hear Namjoon

"Hey! Let's go Yoongi!", he shouts, "You can work on baby number three later"

He pulls away from me, glaring at Namjoon, "Fuck off"

Namjoon just rolls his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Let's go. We don't have all day"

I kiss his cheek, turning his face to mine, "Don't get mad naekkeo. Namjoon is just upset that Aera didn't come again. Cut him some slack"

"I told him she's no good for him but he won't listen", he huffs

"He just has to figure that out for himself baby. Just be nice ok"

He sighs, "Ok baby. I'll let it go. But if he says one more shitty thing, I'm gonna tell him off"

I just laugh, "Ok naekkeo. C'mon. I want to see you dancing sexily for me"

He snorts, "Yeah ok jagi"

We get to the practice room, he kisses the top of my head, then walks to the guys while I take a seat behind the cameras

They're gonna do a practice video for Run BTS

I love that song and they got so much praise for the performance they did for it in the Busan concert

Yoongi was completely sexy and I was so turned on I fucked him after that set in a dressing room

Then again at home

And I know he asked to put his hair in the ponytail now for this song so I can fuck him again right after

And he's absolutely right

That is going to happen

After a few minutes they all get into position and the music starts

I watch Yoongi start the song, standing then sitting on a chair

Suddenly Jungkook jumps over him and I'm shocked at that surprise move

As they dance the chorus, I keep my eye on Yoongi

He's such a good dancer

I remember when he used to complain about it when we first met and we're just friends

I always praised him and later found out that he would say that to me just to talk to me

He didn't know what to say so he just complained about dancing

And he says that my praise helped him do better, helped him to see that dancing isn't so bad

And it was an opening for him to keep talking to me, eventually asking me out

He was so slick back then too

His verse comes up and he raps so fast, moving around, doing little dance moves

When he turns his head, I'm hit with his ponytail and his stunning jawline

My god my husband is fucking hot

He's so fucking amazing, such a hard worker, an amazing performer

I've always admired how hard he works for BTS and on his solo songs, his passion for music and how he comes up with all these melodies and lyrics

He really is Min Suga Genius

He moves back to the center, right in the front of the group, dancing and rapping the post chorus

I watch the way his body moves so effortlessly, so smoothly and I can't wait to see him move on top of me

Holy shit, not the place nor the time

He looks at me, smirking before he moves away with the other guys so Jimin can dance and Hobi can rap

I keep my eyes on him, watching him breathing hard right before he gets back into the choreo for the rest of the song

When they're done, he comes over to me, coming right into my open arms, his face buried in my neck

"You were so good baby", I praise him

"Yeah? You're not just saying that?", he breathes

"No naekkeo. You know I never lie to you. You're amazing baby"

He's so sweaty but I don't care

I find it very hot

He's called back to look over the video and he takes me with him

We watch the playback, the guys commenting on their performances

It's decided that everything was good in just one take

I'm not surprised

They're that good

"So we done?", Yoongi asks

Namjoon nods, "Yeah"

"Great. Bye", he says, taking my hand and leading me to be practice room door

"Yoongi!"

"C'mon jagi. We finished early and we have extra time before we have to get the kids from your mom's"

"Naekkeo, they're at my mom's all day. You know she loves taking care of them and we can get them anytime"

My mom watches our two kids, our two year old son Jae-hyuk and our four month old daughter Nari while we both work

Yoongi works a lot more than I do as BTS doesn't always need a makeup artist for things like practice, recording or when they're in their studios

I stay home with the kids most of the time, taking care of them and the house

My mom watches them when I'm at work or Yoongi and I go out together

He still takes me out on dates so we can still spend time together

After the dates we usually go home and yeah we have sex

Those are the times when we can be loud and rough and not have to worry about the kids waking up

"Ok then. Home now", he says, tugging my hand

I follow him out of the building to the car

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The front door slams into the wall as Yoongi shoves it open

He carries me inside, my mouth pressing kisses to his neck

We got home so quickly, he jumped out of the car, picked me up and here we are

Kicking the door closed, he carries me straight to our room, sitting right onto the bed

"Naked now", he growls, pulling on my shirt

I crash my mouth to his, shoving his jacket off as his tongue plays with mine

His hands goes under my shirt, shoving it up my body

He separates from my mouth just for the time it takes for him to peel the shirt off me and for me to take his black shirt off

I love when he wears black shirts

White shirts too

So fucking sexy

He kisses me wildly, turning us and slamming me on the bed

He shoves my pants down and off, grabbing my panties and completely tearing them off, tossing them on the floor

He flips me over, hands undoing my bra, then turning me back on my back, pulling my bra off

He moves me up the bed, laying me on the pillow

Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out handcuffs, smirking at me

I immediately move my hands up to the metal bars of the headboard

"Such a good girl for me", he praises

He sits up, handcuffing me securely to the bed

He reaches over again, pulling out a collar with bells on it

My collar

My cunt gets so much more wet seeing it

"Want to wear it baby?"

I nod eagerly

I do

So much

"Ok baby girl"

I lift my head, letting him put it on me, the tag that says "Master's cockslut" cool against my throat

I lay back down on the pillow, his eyes roaming all over me

"Fuck, my little wife is so fucking beautiful. So sexy"

His gorgeous hands move on my body, starting at my hips, slowly going up, my skin on fucking fire from his touch

"So pretty", he murmurs, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples

I shiver hard, whimpering softly

"Open your legs for me baby"

I immediately spread them as his mouth takes my nipple and he sucks softly

"Yoongi!", I cry, pleasure hitting my body

His mouth keeps on going and I just want to plunge my hands in his hair, pull his ponytail out and pull hard

Unfortunately my hands are tied and I just pull on the handcuffs

"Mm pulling against them already baby?", he teases, pressing kisses down my body, "Let's see how hard you pull on them while I devour your pretty cunt"

With that, he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue licking furiously

And I just scream, euphoria slamming into me

"Fuck jagi, so fucking good baby", he groans

I don't care what anyone says, Yoongi is the king of oral

For both of us, we've only done anything sexual with each other

He was my first and I was his

His tongue is the only one I ever had and the only one I'll ever want

He learned how to be good at it and I know he's the fucking best

He knows what to do with his tongue, how to make me cum quick or how to make it last long

Right now, he's working me up for it to be quick, swirling his tongue between my pussy lips, then circling my slit

I'm waiting impatiently for him to do what I want

He shoves his tongue inside me, wiggling it around and I scream his name, tugging viciously on the handcuffs, my pussy getting so fucking soaked

"Yoongi more. Baby more"

He lets out a completely sexy laugh, that does nothing but bring me closer to an orgasm

"Does my little slut want me to tongue fuck her?"

"Yes Yoongi! Fuck yes!", I yell

His fingers spread my lips wide open, his tongue back in my hole as far as he can go

Then he pulls it out and thrusts it back inside

"More baby, please"

He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the pleasure taking over

"Gonna cum around my tongue?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His tongue doesn't stop, sending me head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi!"

My cunt pulses around his tongue, releasing cum all over him

"So fucking good jagi", he moans, swallowing, "More baby. More cream"

When I finish, his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking like his life depends on it

I can't stop screaming, the ecstacy hitting me in waves

I watching him and he looks so fucking hot, so beautiful in between my legs

His eyes move up to mine, staring intensely at me, holding my gaze as his mouth slurps all over my clit

His hands grip my legs so hard, holding them down and open wide

"Yoongi I can't-", I cry, tears falling down my face from how intense it is

"You can jagi", he encourages in between sucks, "You can. Cum for me baby"

He lavishes my clit with his amazing tongue and I snap, stars bursting in my vision

I cum hard and he sucks me through it, the pleasure astounding, my arms straining against the handcuffs

God I wish I was pulling his hair

Only when I'm done does his tongue move to my slit, licking and moaning loudly at how sweet my cum is

He loves how I taste and the first time I heard him say that, it blew my mind

But then again, I love how he tastes too

He gives me one more long kick, kisses my clit then stands up

He undoes his pants getting them and his boxers off

My eyes land right on his hard cock, standing straight up and crying cum

I press my legs together as I get turned on more

He smirks, "Aww jagi, you're getting so horny just from seeing my cock?"

I nod

Of course I am

He has the perfect dick

His length is average but he's so thick and he knows how to use it

Plus I'm small so he's big for me

"Well I wanna hear you screaming when I'm fucking you. Got it?"

"Yes naekkeo"

He reaches for the handcuffs, undoing them

He flips me over, on my stomach, handcuffing me back to the headboard

"Ready my beautiful baby", he asks as his hands run down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my hips where he grips hard

"Yes naekkeo", I moan, waiting in anticipation

He doesn't keep me waiting long, his big head entering and stretching my slit

I moan like a huge slut as he moves inch by inch, impaling me on his massively thick cock

My body shakes from the amazing pleasure and when he bottoms out, I feel him inside so deeply, just how I like it

I love being full of his dick

It's the best feeling in the world

"God jagi, still so tight. Always so tight and wet for me", he pants, "Are you ready to scream for me?"

I nod my head rapidly, bells on my collar jingling

I'm so ready

He pulls out slowly then shoves himself back in with such force and speed I move up the bed, my hands gripping the headboard bars, a scream ripping from my throat as stars burst in my vision

Right away Yoongi set a hard and brutal pace, fucking me wide open, completely ruining me on his cock

And I am loving it

I can't stop gushing around him, the sound of his skin hitting mine as well as the squelching sound when his cock dives back inside me are so fucking pretty

Add to that the constant ringing of the bells on my collar and his sexy grunts and moans, I can cum just from the sounds alone

He fucks into me hard, his cock slamming into my spot over and over

My head is in the clouds, the feeling taking over my body

"Oh yeah, my pussy's gonna cum", he laughs so sexily, "Fuck creaming my cock so well baby. Need your orgasm"

"Yoongi", I whimper, my fingers and knuckles white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard bars

I feel the orgasm coming and it's going to be huge

"Give it to me", he demands, slamming into me so deeply

The typhoon of pleasure smashes into me when I cum, screaming his name at the top of my lungs

My legs shake and I'm having a hard time staying up

"Yoongi!"

"Oh fuck jagi. Yes baby. Give it to me. Don't stop baby. So good", he praises

He fucks me through the orgasm the pleasure bleeding into the feeling of his cock hitting my spot

His arm reaches around me, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously

"Don't stop coming", he orders

It's so good, tears running down my face and I scream wordlessly as a powerful orgasm runs through me

My vision goes black and I know I'm squirting on him

"Yes!", he yells, "Fuck I love watching your beautiful pussy gush on my cock. It's so fucking pretty"

I hear him but I can't answer because my body is seized in ecstasy

His cock keeps moving, growling, "Mm baby, gonna fuck another baby into you"

"Yoongi", I moan

"Yeah jagi. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant again. Make your stomach swollen with my baby", he grunts, fucking me into the bed

I can only whimper as I hear him, so turned on

I know he's just playing into his breeding kink but seriously it's hot

"Do you want that jagi? Want another baby?"

"Yes Yoongi!", I moan, "Want you to knock me up again"

"Fuck", he cries, sheathing himself inside me, his thick cock throbbing and spilling his hot cum inside me

My slutty cunt clenches on him, milking his cock for all his cum

"Yes Yoongi", I urge him, "Give me all you cum naekkeo. I want it."

"Take it baby. Fuck such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock for everything I have. Such a good slut for me"

When he finishes, I can't hold myself up and I slump forward, his arm around me holding my ass up

"My baby. My pretty baby", he murmurs as he slowly pulls out

He gently puts me down, his body over mine, unlocking the handcuffs, my arms dropping down

Moving next to me, he turns me to my back, one of my arms in his hands, massaging them

It feels good and he does it to my other arm as well

After he pulls me into his arms, he kisses my cheek, holding me

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Not too rough?"

Looking up at him, I smile, "Never naekkeo"

"Ok. I never want to hurt you jagi"

"You won't baby", I answer, touching his cheek softly

I trust Yoongi with my life

I know he would never hurt me

Never

Moving closer, I press my lips to his in a kiss

He kisses me back immediately, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me right against him

I finally move my fingers into the loose part of his hair, tugging on the strands

I'm not taking his ponytail out yet because hot

As we make out, our hands grope each other and his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, turning me on

Yoongi has amazing stamina, able to get hard a few minutes after he cums

Able to go for multiple rounds

He says because I'm that hot

I always roll my eyes but he insists that I'm the sexiest girl he's ever seen and that just looking at me turns him on

I believe he feels that way but it's just hard for me to believe in general

But then again just looking at him makes me wet so yeah

"Again baby?", I tease him between kisses

"Always baby. For you always", he murmurs

He kisses my neck, making me moan from how his soft pretty lips send fire through my body

"Come on top baby", he asks, "Ride me"

I sit up, smirking at him, asking, "Time to switch naekkeo?"

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Yoongi POV

"Time to switch naekkeo?", she asks

I nod

Definitely

She smiles, grabbing the handcuffs while I lay down, taking her spot

I smirk at her and hold my hands up, against the headboard bars

She leans over me, handcuffing me to the bars, then presses her soft lips to my cheek before her kissing my lips

Her fingers move into my hair that's not in a ponytail, running through the strands

I know she loves my hair like this

Half up or all up, it drives her crazy and I know it

Which is why I started putting my hair up all the time

Or having her do it

I love watching her clamp her legs together, watching her try to keep a straight face on

It's only fair, she drives me insane all the time

Her lips move down to my neck, right into the spot that sends pleasure down my spine

I moan softly, loving the way it feels

"Jagi, please", I whimper, "Need you"

"Mm is that so naekkeo?", she teases

I nod, "Yeah baby"

Her hand moves down to my hard cock, jerking me off slowly

"Oh baby's so hard", she smirks, "Can I suck your pretty cock before I bounce on it?"

"Yes", I whine

Anything for some relief

She moves down immediately, my cock in her throat in seconds

She sucks, intense pleasure hitting me so hard

I snap my gaze down, watching her deepthroat me right off the bat

She's fucking amazing

She learned how to do this for me and she's fucking perfect at it

Bobbing her head up and down, bottoming me out every thrust as she fucks my cock with her throat

Tears run down her face, spit all over me and my lap, those fucking bells ringing hard and loud, turning me on so much

So fucking messy just how I like it

Taking me in again, she holds me inside, her mouth sucking hard and so fucking fast, stars bursts in my vision

"Baby! Oh god, fuck"

Watching her mouth sucking my dick is bringing me so close to coming

"Jagi, stop baby. Please. I'm gonna cum", I plead

She looks up at me and just smirks around my cock, sucking faster

"Baby no", I whine, the bliss almost taking over, "I want to cum in your pussy. Please baby, want you to ride me"

She sucks one more time, the pulls off, pleasure leaving me

"Since you asked so nicely", she says, climbing on top of me, straddling me

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

Only her pussy wrapped tightly around me can make it better

She holds my cock up, her hand stroking me a few times before she sinks down on me

I keep my eyes on her tiny cunt, watching her little slit open so prettily, her lips wrapping around me

Inside she opens just enough for me to pass, latching on to my cock, pulsing around me, drenching my length and lap

God she always soaked, always ready for me

She gets me all in, sitting on my legs, moving her hips in a circle

"Fuck!", I yell, squeezing my eyes closed as the pleasure runs through my body

"Fuck naekkeo", she whimpers, moving faster, "You're cock is the best. Feels so fucking good"

She rocks on me, my head rubbing against her spot

I watch her move, her body shaking, pleasure on her face

"God this cock can make me cum so quick", she moans

I feel her getting close, her pussy throbbing so pleasurably

"Baby", I gasp, "Cum on me. Please"

"Yoongi, oh god", she cries, coming

Her orgasm gives me so much bliss it's insane

It's like nothing I've ever felt before

I was so shocked the first time she came on my dick

It was so fucking good and I thought it was just because I never had sex before

Anything felt amazing

But no, her orgasms are the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

I need them

I'm addicted to them and I wouldn't have it any other way

When she finishes, she leans, over me, her mouth against mine as she kisses me wildly, her fingers twisting in my hair

Her hips start moving, her cunt bouncing up and down my cock

I feel her creaming my cock, feel is drip down onto the bed and just imagining the sight is such a turn on

Her hands pull my hair, pulling my head back and she lavishes kisses all over my neck

I moan loudly, pulling against the handcuffs hard, the bed rattling

I want to touch her so bad

Grab her cute ass, hold her as I fuck up into her dripping cunt

Her clit rubs against my pelvis, her moans on my neck sending vibrations down my body

She's moving so fast, riding me so fucking good stars are blasting in my vision

I need to touch her

I yell loudly, using all my strength to pull against the handcuffs

There's a snapping sound and suddenly my hands are free

Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, holding her in place and I fuck up into her

"Yoongi!", she screams, her cunt getting so tight around me

I don't stop, thrusting up, impaling her on my dick over and over, destroying her tiny spot

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Baby I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, yes!", I shout, "Cream my cock baby. Now!"

Thrusting again, she screams in my neck, her entire body shaking in my arms, her fingers yanking on my hair as she orgasms all over me, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

I hold her on my cock, letting her ride it out, feeling incredible pleasure

"Good girl", I yell, "My good girl"

When she finishes, I roll us over, getting her on her back

Moving to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her hard into our bed

Her screams, her begging for more is music to my ears

I snap my hips, plunging my cock in so deep her stomach bulges with every thrust

So hot

Leaning forward, my hands move on either side of her head, crashing my lips to hers as I fuck her

Tears are falling from her fucked out eyes, wetting my face as we kiss, her hands buried in my hair

Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, spasming hard

"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your perfect cunt with cum", I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Ok baby. You want my cum inside you?"

She nods, her eyes glazed over and I know I fucked her dumb

It happens at least once a day and I know all she wants is to cum

Barreling all inside her, I stay there, grinding against her, making sure her spot is getting stimulated, my pelvis rubbing her clit at the same time

"Yyy...Yoon...", she stammers

"Fall apart on my cock jagi"

She shudders hard, losing it, her body arching, cunt exploding all over me

"Oh fuck! Joanne!", I scream, releasing inside her in pure ecstasy

White light blinds me as I orgasm, my body shaking as I struggle to hold myself up

I don't want to crush her tiny body

When we both finish, I pull out and collapse on the bed next to her

Looking over at her, I see her eyes closed as she pants for breath

Reaching for her, I pull her sweaty body on top of mine, holding her tightly

I run my fingers in her sweaty hair, both of us just breathing, relaxing

She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers, holding my hand close to her

"Naekkeo, you still have the handcuffs on"

I do?

Holy shit I do

I thought I broke the actual cuffs

But no, I broke the chain that connects them, the cuffs still around both my wrists

"It's ok jagi. I'll take them off soon"

She nods, cuddling into me, "We have to get the kids naekkeo"

"Yeah jagi. I think we should take a quick shower before we get them"

She smirks at me, "It's never a quick shower when we're together"

I smile back, "Then we should go now"

"Now?"

I nod, "Now"

Sitting up, I get her in my arms, picking her up

"Yoongi! I can walk baby!"

I shake my head, "You're my princess"

"You're my king", she giggles, kissing my cheek

As I walk to the bathroom, she tugs on my ponytail, pulling it out, my hair falling in my face

"So sexy naekkeo", she says, softly, tucking hair behind my ear and kissing my jaw

I blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead

Once in the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the water

Popping off the handcuffs, I throw them out, then take her collar off

Taking her hand, I pull her in the shower with me, coming right into my arms

"I love you", she says softly

"I love you", I answer, as we

hold on to each other under the warm water, happy in her arms

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basic needs | jjk, myg

title: basic needs

pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader

rating/genre: m, smut, roommates au

summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

warnings: sexual tension, getting caught during sex, voyeurism, edging, dirty talk, protected and unprotected sex (pls be safe y'all), creampie, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, hair pulling, praising, begging, reader gets called a whore once, a little yoongi x jungkook 👀.

wordcount: 6k

note: okay... i don't know where this came from like i didn't even know i had all of this in me 🧍🏻‍♀️ i kept gasping at my own writing, i think i got too carried away haha i just hope you like it. also pls keep in mind english is noth my first language !! let's go !

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yoongi has been in his room all afternoon, something about working on a new track, and jungkook is currently taking a shower so you have the living room for yourself, some old sitcom playing on the background but you're paying more attention to your phone. that's until you hear footsteps coming into the living room from the corridor.

"hey, loser." jungkook greets you as he ruffles his damp hair from the shower with his hands.

you hate yourself for pausing to look at his toned body, the fucker walked out of the bathroom shirtless. you blame it on your lack of sex.

"what are you watching?" he doesn't seem to notice or care about you looking at his abs, his eyes narrowed towards the tv while he puts on the shirt he was grabbing.

"i'm not really watching anything... you can play whatever you want." you try to act unbothered when he decides to grab both of your legs and raise them a little to sit on the couch to then let them fall on his lap, letting you stay lying down. his warm hands on your bare legs make you get goosebumps and you pray he doesn't notice.

what the hell is happening to you? get it together, it's just jungkook.

"wanna watch a movie?" jungkook looks at you and starts to run his fingertips through your legs in a soothing way. you're gonna go crazy over how nice it feels after being touch starved for so long.

"sure." you shrug, trying to focus on your twitter timeline and not on his hands caressing your legs.

one of his hands moves away from your legs to grab the remote on the armrest of the couch and soon after he's opening the netflix app on the tv. you turn your head to look at him when you feel his free hand starting to caress your skin again while he looks through the movies catalog. he's not looking at you so you take the opportunity to really look at his hand.

the inked hand looks strangely nice against your pale skin. his hands are actually really nice, they're big too, you wonder how they would feel–

"anything in mind?" his voice thanfully brings you back to reality and you panic, quickly looking up at his face. he's still not looking at you.

it's impossible he knows you were staring at him, right?

"what?" you mutter with wide eyes and he finally throws you a quick glance before looking back at the tv.

"any movie you'd like to watch?"

oh.

"uh... i don't really have any in mind, you can play what you want."

"sure there's not any cheesy romantic movie you want to watch?" he's teasing you now. it's not the first time he's complained about you always watching romantic movies.

"shut up, i know you like them too," and he does. you've caught him tearing up that time you watched the notebook together. "just play something already."

"i don't know what to play, though." he keeps scrolling through all of the movies.

"okay. keep scrolling and close your eyes, stop whenever you want to and open your eyes. we'll watch that." you propose and he narrows his eyes as if he's thinking about it but ends up nodding. "close your eyes then."

you see him closing his eyes and hear the sound of the scrolling on the tv so you keep staring at him in case he cheats.

"that one." jungkook stops and opens his eyes just at the same time you turn to the tv.

"i don't know that one." you mutter after reading the title.

"a romantic one, you won." he teases again while he silently reads the synopsis and you sigh, rolling your eyes back.

"c'mon, play it."

you're pleased when the movie turns out to be kinda good. it's just another really cliché romantic story but you love movies like that. jungkook is enjoying it too even though he tries to act it out. you smile each time he makes a comment about the movie, he can never shut up when watching something.

"stuff like that doesn't happen in real life." he says and you let out a chuckle.

"it's a movie, kook." tou reply and try not to think about his hands still caressing your legs. it's been like that during all the movie, maybe he hasn't even noticed he's still doing it.

it's nothing new that jungkook is a really touchy person, he's always been touchy with you and even with yoongi, he likes to cuddle, likes to touch your hair. but this time it feels so different because of the lack of touch you've been having. it is so embarrassing to admit how nice his hands feel on you.

never in two years living with him would you have imagined jungkook could be quiet during a movie until a sex scene comes up. he suddenly goes quiet. his hand stops moving.

it's awkward. it's always awkward to watch a sex scene with someone else. if you were watching the movie with your best friend it would be totally different, but this is jungkook, your roommate, your roommate you don't have any type of relationship outside this apartment.

you feel tense, your whole body feels tense, and you pray that he doesn't notice. but you flinch when his hand squeezes your thigh a little too hard.

"oh shit, sorry." he apologizes quickly with a chuckle that seems way too forced.

good, you're both tense and awkward.

"don't worry." you reply just as quickly and he nods before turning back to the tv. he looks so focused on the movie, like he's holding his breath. you only realize you've been staring when he looks back at you.

"you okay?" jungkook is looking at you with a soft smile but also with something in his eyes you've never really seen on him.

"y-yeah," you wanna punch yourself in the face for stuttering but manage to move your legs off his lap to stand up from the couch. "i need something to drink, you keep watching the movie." your bare feet are already guiding you to the kitchen when you hear him humming.

maybe you end up spending too much time in the kitchen. you chug down a glass of water as soon as you get there but when you're finished you leave the glass on the sink and then you lean back on the isle, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

you hate how you can still feel jungkook's touch on your legs, how he looked so immersed in the movie, how you can't stop thinking about him squeezing a little too hard when the girl in the movie let out a loud moan, how his gaze was so dark when he looked at you, how you needed to feel his hands on you again.

god, you really need to have sex.

the door creaking open makes you snap out of your thoughts and look up. you quickly straighten up and clear your throat. jungkook is right there by the door looking at you.

"hey," he says nonchalantly and walks to the fridge. "you okay?" his voice is quiet as he grabs the bottle of orange juice.

"yeah! perfectly fine." you nod while he takes a sip of the juice.

he hums and closes the bottle. "you were taking too long, you're gonna miss the rest of the movie."

"yeah, i-"

"i'm not dumb, y/n. you can say you were uncomfortable because of the movie." he chuckles and you feel so stupid.

"no! i wasn't uncomfortable.. it's just- i-" you struggle to find the words and just feel even more stupid

"what is it?" he arches an eyebrow and walks to stand next to you, leaning back against the kitchen isle too.

"i just... fuck, i need to have sex." you snap and run your hands through your hair in frustration. "i'm gonna go crazy if i have to stay inside this house one more fucking day. i haven't had sex in three months."

"we've been quarantined for a month." jungkook points out looking at you with narrowed eyes like he's about to say something else.

"i know, shut up." you stop him before he dares to tease you for it.

"i get it." he says after a few seconds in silence and now you're the one frowning and looking at him.

"huh?"

"i need to have sex too."

oh.

"i get your frustration, sometimes i feel like i'm gonna go crazy too." he looks forward, avoiding your stare.

"oh yeah, i'm sure you're not used to not having a girl bouncing on your dick every single night." the comment was meant to tease him but you just end up feeling your heart start beating too fast at the thought of bouncing on a dick too.

you place your hands on the isle right behind your back and jump a little to sit on top of it, hissing a little because of the cold surface on your exposed thighs.

"hey, it wasn't like that before quarantine!" jungkook whines and pouts like a child and it causes a chuckle to escape your lips. "i wish, though."

"you're gross."

"as if you didn't want to bounce on a dick every single night." he looks at you with an arched eyebrow and a little smirk.

a weird feeling between your legs makes you close them instantly and you swear you can see jungkook looking down really quick before turning and walking back to the fridge to leave the juice bottle back in. when he turns around again you have to fight back a gasp at the sight of the tent he has on his sweatpants. jungkook is hard.

it's embarrasing how bad you need some dick now, it really is, but you look down and close your legs even tighter.

"i should... go to sleep, it's kinda late." you mutter and as soon as you're gonna hop off the counter there's a hand right next to your thigh on the counter.

"wait." jungkook says and you have to look up, he's standing right in front of you.

"yeah?" your voice is just as quiet as before.

"did you get worked up watching the movie?" he asks with a little knowing smile and you want to die from embarrassment.

"no!" you lie, pushing him back a little. "i didn't." you shake your head but he only chuckles, your head is lowering down again.

"it's okay, y/n." his hand brushes against your exposed thigh from where it's placed on the counter and you shiver.

"i didn't." you insist even though you know you're being so fucking obvious.

"open your legs."

a whine escapes your lips at the simple words and you're so embarrassed you wanna die, your face feels so hot.

"jungkook..." you don't want to look up at him but he just moves even closer.

"i know," he coos like he's sorry for you. and it is hot. "it's been so long since someone has talked to you like this, right?"

you just hum in response and shiver again when he pushes one of your strands of hair behind your ear.

"you need someone to take care of you, right?" he purrs, his lips softly brushing against your ear.

"fuck." you sigh and finally look up. "jungkook."

"you need it just as much as me." he says looking right into your eyes. "if you let me..."

"please."

you can't even think straight anymore.

"please, what?"

you don't answer, just spread your legs. he closes his eyes and exhales through his nose.

"y/n."

"please, touch me." you don't think you've ever heard your voice come out so whiny but jungkook seems to like it because he's immediately taking the last step forward he can take and gets between your thighs, placing his hands on your thighs.

"say that again." he says, looking down at your lips.

"touch me." you don't even think about it, because that would probably fuck everything up. it's better this way.

jungkook looks down between your bodies and one of his hands goes up your thigh until it reaches the fabric of your shorts, then it goes up to the elastic waistband. you keep your eyes on his face while he slips his hand under your shorts and finds the wet patch in your panties with his fingers. the groan that leaves his lips when he gets to feel how wet you are is louder than the moan you let out at the same time.

"holy fuck, you're so wet." his fingers start moving slowly against your clothed folds.

"fuck, kook." you sigh and move your hips even closer to him, trying to chase the feeling of his fingers on you.

"mhh... i know," jungkook coos again and you know you're gonna go crazy if he keeps taking to you like that. "feels good, right?" he hums and you're about to respond when he pushes your panties to the side and really touches you.

"fuck." you throw your head back as he runs his fingers through your wet folds.

"god, you're dripping. making a mess down here." jungkook groans and looks up at you. you must be a blushing mess already, your cheeks are burning and you literally feel lightheaded even if you haven't even done anything yet. "please, let me kiss you." he almost begs and you suddenly feel like you're gonna melt right on that counter.

before he can ask again you're throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a desperate kiss. you don't know if you're really fucking turned on or if he's just a really good kisser but you melt into the kiss. jungkook swallows the moans that escape your lips when he slips a finger inside so easily and starts fucking you with it.

"kook..." you moan against his lips. it feels so good to be touched again that your legs are already shaking.

"pretty." jungkook says and starts moving down, leaving a couple kisses on your jaw before kissing and sucking on your neck.

"jungkook- fuck." you sigh, tugging at his hair desperately. "seriously, it's been... it's been so long."

"i know." jungkook hums against your neck and sucks a mark on it as he adds another finger inside you.

"feels so good." you moan and a little squeak slips out of your mouth when he curls his fingers inside of you and finds that sweet spot. "it's so... fuck, it's so soon but i'm gonna cum, kook." you don't even have the mind to be embarrassed about it. it feels too good.

but jungkook suddenly stops kissing your neck and pulls back completely, his hand moving away from inside your pants. the complain about to slip out of your mouth dies in your throat when you see him sucking on his fingers and groaning.

"fuck, so sweet."

you're gonna go crazy.

"your feet on the ground, and turn around." he orders and you're so desperate you obey right away, jumping from the counter and turning around to give him your back. "you need to tell me if you really want this because it's gonna be easier to just stop now." one of his hands finds your waist and he pulls you against his body, you moan at the feeling of his clothed hard dick against your ass.

"yes, fuck, yes please." you breathe out and feel his hands on the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down immediately along with your panties. "wait, wait."

"mh?"

"yoongi, he's home." you mentally applaud your brain for being rational enough to remember you're not alone in the house.

"he doesn't leave his room for hours, don't worry about." he shrugs and you can see him pulling his sweatpants down.

"but- ah!" you whine when he pushes one of your feet further to the side so your legs spread a little more. "jungkook..." you want to insist on the fact that you're not alone but his fingers find your pussy again.

"you're fucking dripping." he sighs and easily slips two fingers inside, making you put your hand on your mouth not to be loud. "fuck, so tight."

you can't help but bend down on the counter, pushing your ass towards him to chase his fingers. jungkook straight up moans at the sight.

"please, need you inside." you whimper when he adds a third finger and starts fucking you with them at a pace that drives you crazy.

"what was that?" he asks and moves even faster. the fucker is teasing you.

"kook, need you to fuck me."

he doesn't seem to think about it twice before he reaches for one of the kitchen drawers where a box of condoms is hidden and takes one out. you can notice he's trying to hold himself back and take his time with you but he's just as eager as you, so he can't slow down now.

"you sure about this, right?" he asks. you're looking at him over your shoulder as he rolls the condom down his cock.

"i'm fucking dripping, kook. of course i'm sure." you're starting to get anxious, you wiggle your ass just to let him know you're ready for him.

a little sigh leaves your mouth when jungkook rubs his tip against your folds, just when you think he's about to slip inside he just rubs it again.

"fucking tease." you mutter with your cheek pressed against the cold surface of the counter. "just fuck m- oh!" you can't help the moan that leaves your mouth when he slips inside all the way.

"shit, so tight." jungkook hisses behind you and you whine, your walls clenching so hard around him. his hands grip on your hips so hard you're sure it's gonna leave a mark.

"it's been.. too long- fuck." you remind him as he pulls back a little just to thrust inside again.

"yeah, me too, i'm not gonna last." He warns and you almost giggle because at least you're both equally desperate.

"i don't care, just make me cum." you beg through a moan when he thrusts inside again.

"come here." one of his arms wraps around your waist and straightens you up so your back is arched against his chest, keeping you in place. you're both still wearing your shirts and your pants and underwear are just pooling by your ankles, so horny you didn't even waste time to get undressed.

"holy fuck!" you gasp when his thrusts hit a different way in the new angle and soon after, jungkook's hand is over your mouth.

"want every fucking neighbor to hear you?" he whispers against your ear and you feel your walls clenching around him again. "fuck, y/n, keep doing that and i'll cum in two seconds." his hand drops from your mouth to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it but not adding any pressure, just keeping you in place.

"so big." you whimper helplessly, your hands still flat on the counter because you feel like your legs could betray you right now. "you feel so fucking good."

you feel his hand closing a little around your neck and your eyes roll back at the feeling, he starts fucking you even faster. there are drops of sweat rolling down your forehead already but you don't care, not when you're finally having a cock inside of you. and god, he's fucking you good, so good that you don't feel embarrassed at how close you feel already.

"feels good?" jungkook hums and you can only whine in response. "fuck, your pussy is swallowing my cock, y/n, doesn't want me to leave." he groans and his thrusts are so hard that you're starting to see white dots. "you're so good, y/n."

"f-fuck... please, need... need to cum." you must sound pathetic right now but you can't bring yourself to care. "touch me, kook, make me cum."

his free hand is moving quickly, finding your clit again and rubbing fast circles that almost make you start crying.

"gonna cum, baby?" you feel his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. the pet name makes you clench even harder around him. "wanna cum on my cock?" he sounds so gone too, you know he's close too. if you knew he was gonna fuck you this good you would've actually taken your time with him, but you let it pass for now because you're both needy and just need to get off.

"yeah." you unconsciously let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard from yourself and jungkook start giving sloppy thrusts, you're both so close. "kook, i'm gonna cum." you manage to let out and right after your mouth can't even make sounds anymore.

"fuck, y/n."

you're so close. you're gonne cum. so fucking close.

but the door creaks open and you both freeze, not being able to contain your moans at the feeling of jungkook bottoming out once again.

"yoongi!" you scream at the boy standing by the door at the same time as jungkook screams 'hyung!'. you try your best to cover yourself by pulling your shirt down. jungkook's hand drops from your neck to rest on your waist.

"oh, don't stop." yoongi shrugs as if he's just caught you chopping vegetables.

"huh?" jungkook mutters behind you and you can feel it about to move away but you reach for his thigh with your hand to keep him there.

"kook, please." you don't know what got into you. you're so desperate to cum you don't even mind yoongi being there in front of you.

"see? she wants you to keep going." yoongi's voice is so calm as he slowly walks towards you, leaning back against the counter, just right next to where you both are.

you look down as your cheeks start burning and you clench around jungkook. why the hell are you getting turned on by being watched by your roommate while getting fucked by your other roommate?

"fuck, y/n." you know jungkook is hissing because you got impossibly tight around him and you can hear Yoongi's little chuckle. "you're just gonna stand there?" the younger asks his friend.

"i don't think she minds." yoongi replies and you can almost see the smug smile on his face even if you're staring at the counter.

"y/n?" jungkook mutters behind you but you don't answer. you're so close, so embarrassed and so turned on that you're scared your voice will come out in a pathetic whine.

"y/n," yoongi's deeper voice calls for you too but you don't reply either. "look at me, y/n," he speaks again and you bite your lip not to let out another moan because you're sure you're currently creaming jungkook's cock. "pull her hair so she looks at me, jungkook."

your breath hitches then the youngest does just as yoongi says and a moan finally escapes your throat as he tugs at your hair and brings your head up, turning it a little to the side so you can face the boy beside you. he's handling you as if you were a doll. and the second you lock eyes with yoongi you feel numb. his eyes are so dark, you've never really seen him looking at you like that. a little smirk grows on his face as he looks all over your face. you probably look a mess.

"do you want me to stay?" he asks with an unusual soft voice that makes your legs shake.

"hyung." jungkook says with a warning tone, his cock throbbing inside you. he needs to cum too.

"shut up," yoongi gives jungkook a quick look and turns to you again. "y/n?" the words don't even leave your mouth, you can't speak. "what? jungkookie was fucking you so good you can't even talk?" he speaks with a condescending tone, like he's sorry for you. you close your eyes as you clench around jungkook again.

"fuck, y/n." jungkook's free hand squeezes the flesh on your hip.

"keep fucking her, kook," yoongi finally says. "let's see if you can make her talk again."

jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he lets go of your hair and starts moving again without even questioning him. your head stays in place for yoongi to see you but your eyes are still closed. you must be going crazy because you don't think you've ever felt this good during sex and it is just a quick fuck in the kitchen with your roommate while your other roommate looks at you.

after a specific thrust that hits just where you need it you arch your back until your head falls on jungkook's shoulder, you throw one of your arms behind you so you can reach jungkook's hair and keep him close. your fingers tangle with the soft locks while he fucks you at a brutal pace.

"right there, kook..." you moan.

"like that?" he whines, fucking whines, against your ear as he keeps thrusting against that sweet spot inside you and you nod frantically. one of his hands stays on the counter right next to yours and the other sneaks under your shirt and finally cups over one of your boobs, a groan hits your ear.

"s-sensitive.." you warn him but he squeezes your boob anyway. you cry out. you're so close again, so fucking close.

"stop." yoongi says and jungkook halts his movements immediately as if he was under his spell.

"fuck, yoongi." you choke on a moan. when you open your eyes you can see yoongi looking down at where your bodies meet, then he looks at jungkook.

"jungkook," yoongi says and jungkook hums in response. "you got tested when i did, you're clean." he tells him and then he looks at you. "are you clean? and on the pill?"

"yeah," you nod. "yes to both." you suddenly feel shy again. they both sigh at your answer and you gulp, watching yoongi turning to jungkook with an arched eyebrow.

"then why are you wearing a condom?" yoongi asks. and he's not wrong. you usually didn't risk it, you always use to have protected sex, but now that you see it like this you wonder why you didn't ask jungkook if he was clean from the start.

"hyung... i don't know if she-" jungkook mutters like he's not sure but you can clearly feel his cock twitching inside you.

"do you want him to wear the condom?" yoongi asks you, his voice still calm and his look unbothered.

"y/n, you don't have t-"

"take it off." you cut Jungkook off and yoongi smiles. you feel so nice after seeing his reaction that you wonder if you're doing this just to make him feel proud. it feels good.

"pull out, kookie," yoongi says and walks towards him, you turn your head to look back at them. jungkook obeys quickly, your walls squeezing him like you want to keep him inside. "good," yours and jungkook's breaths hitch when yoongi himself takes the condom off of his cock and goes to throw it on the trash. "you leaked a lot, damn." he say through a breathy chuckle when he comes back and decides to stand right behind jungkook.

"hyung."

"she must feel good, right?" yoongi is suddenly resting his chin on his shoulder and looking down. your eyes follow yoongi's and then roll back when you see yoongi's hand wrapping around jungkook's cock and slowly stroking him to spread the precum on his tip all over his length.

"fuck, hyung." the boy moans and your pussy throbs.

god, this is so fucking hot you could cum if they kept that going for a little longer. but yoongi drops his sticky hand and looks at you tilting his head and lightly raising his eyebrows.

"open your mouth." he says and you don't question him, just open your mouth and welcome two of his fingers inside.

you moan around them as you suck and swallow jungkook's taste off them while yoongi stares at your lips, his tongue licking the corner of his lips.

"clean my hand." his fingers drop from your mouth and you stick your tongue out, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist while you run your tongue all over his palm and fingers, cleaning jungkook off of him.

they're both looking at you like they want to eat you up and you feel so powerful yet you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs by this point. yoongi drops his hand when you've cleaned it completely and then looks at jungkook.

"c'mon, kookie, fuck her now." he says really close to jungkook's ear and the younger obeys instantly, slipping inside you and groaning at the feeling. "good boy." yoongi chuckles as jungkook bottoms out.

"so good." you moan, already feeling the clear difference in having him inside with nothing in between. a whimper is forced out of your mouth when jungkook starts thrusting into you again.

"that feels good, right?" yoongi asks and moves to stand beside you again, to watch it all happen.

"mhm..." you moan. "please... jungkook- please."

"so pretty when you beg." yoongi puts his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. "such a pretty whore."

"oh my god!" your eyes roll back. you feel yourself just a second away from coming. "gonna cum... fuck..."

"yeah, i can fucking feel you." jungkook breathes out. "fuck." his thrusts become sloppy real fast. he's close too.

"jungkook..." you completely bend over the counter again because your arms can't support your weight anymore, your cheek gets smushed against the cold surface. "i'm- shit... i'm coming." you whimper.

"then cum." yoongi's voice is all you need to get there. a shocking wave of pleasure runs through your whole body while you clench hard around him.

"shit, so tight." jungkook mutters behind you and one of your weak arms reaches behind to grab at his thigh. "so close, y/n."

"please." your whole body is shaking with oversensitivity.

"want me to pull out?" jungkook asks.

"no... please," you beg. "come inside, baby." you cry out.

"c'mon jungkook, cum." yoongi says and that seems like enough for jungkook too, because you feel his throbbing cock releasing inside of you.

"fuck," jungkook mumbles. "y/n, come here." his hands are on your waist again.

"i can't." you let out a weak chuckle but jungkook is suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up.

"need to kiss you." he says and you immediately turn your head to find his lips. you kiss him slow, nothing like the kisses you shared before, and it feels good to kiss jungkook like that.

he's the one that breaks the kiss and when you try to chase his lips again he just chuckles and gives your hip a soft slap.

"kiss yoongi too." he whispers just at the same time as you feel a hand wrapping around your neck.

yoongi's lips are on yours as soon as you turn around. you hum through the kiss and bring one of your hands up to his cheek, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss. he swallows your moan when jungkook's cock finally slips out of you and you feel his cum spilling out. yoongi breaks the kiss when jungkook mumbles something you can't really hear.

"shit..." you close your legs when you feel jungkook's cum spilling out and dripping down your thigh. "it's so messy."

"not for long," yoongi suddenly grabs you and brings you to the fridge, making you lean back against it as he drops to his knees in front of you. you stop breathing for a second. "i'm gonna clean you up."

"hyung," jungkook calls him as he puts on his sweatpants again. "you're gonna-"

"do you think this is my first time tasting cum?" yoongi throws him a quick glance and you swear you see jungkook blushing for a moment.

yoongi turns to you again and grabs one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder and diving in with no warning.

"yoongi, fuck!" you throw your head back as one of your hands goes to his hair. he hums against your pussy and laps at your entrance, from where jungkook's cum keeps spilling out.

"that's so fucking hot." jungkook sighs but you can't open your eyes to look at him, you keep them closed.

"yoongi, you're gonna- gonna make me cum again." you mumble, your only leg supporting you starting to shake but yoongi keeps you steady with one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh over his shoulder. and the warning that you're gonna cum only makes yoongi push you further to the edge, sucking on your clit and basically burying his face on your pussy like he's starving for you. "yoongi, oh my- fuck, oh my god!"

you don't know what to do with your hands anymore, one of them stays on his hair while the other ends on your mouth to try and stop the pathetic noises from coming out. though one hand is suddenly grabbing that arm and pulling it down.

it's yoongi. he detaches his mouth from you to say, "i wanna hear you." and suddenly slips two fingers inside you.

"sensitive..." you mumble, your legs shaking again and threatening to close even if yoongi's head is between them.

"gotta clean you well," yoongi says. "jungkookie had a big load for you, huh?" he chuckles again.

you've never heard something so hot in your entire life. jungkook must think the same because he groans somewhere in the kitchen, you don't see him because you're too busy holding yoongi's eye contact.

"you like me cleaning jungkookie off your pussy?" yoongi asks you and gives your clit another little lick as he fucks the cum out of you with his fingers. "dirty girl."

"please, yoongi."

"love hearing you say that." he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue.

"hyung, jesus fucking christ." jungkook sighs while yoongi goes back to eating you out like he's wanted it for months.

"i'm gonna cum, yoongi- ah!" you throw your head back against the fridge again when yoongi sucks on your clit and starts fucking you with his fingers again. "oh, right there!" his fingers keep brushing against that sweet spot and you're sure you're gonna cum soon.

it doesn't take long for you to cum on his mouth and fingers, yoongi gives your pussy one last kiss before placing another one on your thigh still on his shoulder and finally puts it down.

"you're okay?" yoongi asks you as he stands up and cups your face with his hands to check on you.

"yeah," you nod. "just a little dizzy."

"i'm sure you're tired." he brushes his thumbs on your cheeks affectionately and your eyes close on their own. "i'll go prepare a bath for you, okay?" he says and kisses your forehead.

and holy fuck, you never thought that thing people said about feeling butterflies in your stomach was real but now you can feel them because as soon as yoongi pulls away, you feel another kiss on your cheek from jungkook.

"you were amazing." he tells you and you have half a mind to smile.

"wait," you turn to the door where yoongi is already making his way to the bathroom. "yoongi!" you call out for him and he quickly turns around.

"yeah?" he asks and your eyes go down to his crotch. he's hard. of course he is.

"do you... want help with that?" you ask shyly but he just waves a hand dismissively.

"don't worry about it, you're completely spent, you should rest now." yoongi replies sincerely but then looks to jungkook. "unless you're ready for another round." he cocks an eyebrow.

you look at jungkook and a giggle slips out of your mouth when you see him shocked, his cheeks tomato red. yoongi chuckles too.

"i'm just teasing you," the older says. "i'll go prepare a bath." and he leaves the kitchen.

then you're alone with jungkook again. you grab your clothes from the floor even if you're not really gonna put them on now.

"what was all of that about?" you dare to ask and you know jungkook understands what you mean but you still push further. "yoongi and you...?"

"it was nothing." he quickly replies. you're not dumb, he's getting defensive.

"okay..." you mutter. "calm down, i wasn't judging."

"i know," jungkook says and oh he looks troubled. "it was just nothing."

"okay," you nod and give him a reassuring smile because he looks more tense now than before. "just... if you've got some thoughts you need to let out... i'm here, or whatever..." you try not to make things real serious but you just don't want to see jungkook like this.

"i'm okay." he replies.

"mh, good." you end up putting just your shorts on again because it might be a little weird to have this conversation while being half naked.

"by the way, that was short but it was amazing." jungkook says out of nowhere and you giggle, slapping his arm.

"yeah, you were not bad either." you say and squeeze his bicep twice before walking out of the kitchen.

and when you're left alone in the corridor everything you just did hits you like a truck.

what the hell have you done?

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A/N: hope you enjoyed it !! i'm not 100% satisfied with this one, i know i could've done a lot better but yeah :) thank u for reading ! have a nice day <3

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28seesaw · 2 months

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A Book

About: Two strangers are brought together by a book, drawing together what would have been separate, quiet worlds into an unexpected but beautiful new one. Type: One-shot Pairing: idol!Yoongi x female OC Warnings: - Also on: AO3 A/N: I can’t tell if this counts as a meet-cute (?) but this was inspired by an actual trip to the library today and the need for some good ol’ heartwarming fluff:)

"You don't have to be looking at someone to notice them."

This was always a debate for Nari. There was that beautiful café with the perfect street view but getting a seat there meant spending money on overpriced beverages. Then there was the constantly crowded city library that required no spending but instead, required patience to endure the incessant buzz of the sometimes inconsiderate crowds.

Does nobody just… sit and read quietly anymore? Nari thought, already exasperated. She cursed internally as she navigated the hordes of running children and chatting teenagers, wondering if an exorbitant coffee might have provided the better reading spot today.

After a harrowing journey into the depths of the library, Nari found the place she was looking for. What made this library trek worth it were the single armchairs at the ends of the rows of these inner bookshelves. Those single armchairs meant uninterrupted quiet time of solo reading for Nari. Nari was relieved to see that out of the few abundantly-spaced out armchairs, there was still an empty one left. She tread quietly over and sank into the armchair with a small grateful sigh.

As Nari pulled out her slightly weathered copy of what had proven to be a most emotionally riveting read thus far, her mobile phone somehow slipped out of her canvas tote, landing on the library’s carpeted floor with a soft thud. The person reading across from Nari looked up before lowering his gaze to the phone on the floor. He was wearing a mask and so quite literally masked whatever his expression might have been. Nari was glad for it because it was obvious her tiny mishap had disturbed him. She bowed apologetically in his direction, still embarrassed to properly look up at him before quickly retrieving her phone.

After popping her phone back into her bag and finally settling properly into her seat, Nari stole a quick glance back up at the stranger she had accidentally disturbed. She was relieved to see he had resumed his reading and appeared otherwise unperturbed. To her surprise, however, he looked up again, causing their gazes to meet. Before Nari could react, the stranger pointed to her book then gave her a thumbs-up, nodding his head lightly, as though approving her choice of literature. All Nari could see were his eyes, but she could see that they were soft, kind and caught the light rather beautifully.

Nari mustered an uncertain half smile and nodded back in acknowledgement. There was a small shake of his shoulders and it looked like he might have had a little laugh to himself under the mask. When he returned to his book, Nari lowered her eyes back to her own in relief. She had not expected so many delays to her peaceful afternoon reading but oddly, this was a delay she found herself not really minding.

It was always hard to tell how long she stayed reading on these solo afternoons but it was now Nari’s turn to have her reading interrupted. Small movements in her peripheral vision were easy to ignore. Many people getting up simultaneously from their seats, on the other hand, were a little harder not to notice. By reflex, Nari’s gaze shot up, only to see four men who had also been seated at the other solo seats gradually converge towards the stranger in front of her. The stranger tucked his book into his black leather satchel and walked towards Nari, the four men following closely beside and behind him. He took care to stop near enough to speak to her without raising his voice, but not too near that he should tower over her seated figure. The four men also stepped back, creating a sort of bubble around Nari and the stranger.

“Is your phone all right?” the stranger asked.

Nari could not help but frown, unable to think of any plausible reason this stranger would need to come up and talk to her. She slid her bookmark between the pages of her book and shut it slowly, purely to buy time so she could craft a suitable response in this rather puzzling encounter. “It’s a carpeted floor, so it’s fine… thank you for asking,” she replied factually and politely.

He nodded, as though he too was buying time to think.

“How are you finding Almond*? You look like you’re almost done,” he said at last, vaguely gesturing to the book in her lap. Why did it seem as though he was the one feeling awkward now?

“It’s… not the easiest book. Some parts hurt like crazy.” Nari answered, drumming her fingers on the book. “But it’s still good, hard to put down.”

He nodded, as though agreeing. Nari was just about to attempt a polite continuation by asking about the book he was reading when he spoke again.

“How did you come across this book?” he asked. There was nothing unusual about his question, but it puzzled Nari as to why he had asked it.

“Do you know who Min Yoongi is?” answered Nari.

Her words made the stranger’s eyes widen for a moment before relaxing, a slight crinkle at the corners which could only result from a smile.

“People would normally ask ‘Do you know BTS?’,” he answered with a small laugh, “But yes, I know who he is.” “Well, he’s someone I—” Nari paused, catching herself. This stranger did not need to know what she thought of Min Yoongi. She continued, rephrasing. “He’s someone who read quite a bit on this reality show he was in with the rest of the band. Almond was the book he was reading. I was curious, so I bought a copy myself.”

The stranger nodded thoughtfully as he heard Nari’s response. A tiny glint of playfulness twinkled ever so slightly in his eyes and it did not escape Nari.

“Why were you curious about the book he was reading?” asked the stranger.

It might have been the anxiety of a longer-than-expected conversation with a confusing stranger or the frustration at her reading having been interrupted but Nari found herself shooting a question back to him instead.

“Why are you so curious about a book I’m reading? A book you obviously seem to recognise too?” Nari remarked, re-enacting the puzzling thumbs-up of approval he had shown her earlier.

The stranger’s eyes shone with amusement and Nari could tell clearly he was smiling behind that mask.

“Can I assume that you don’t… dislike Min Yoongi?” he remarked calmly.

His words caused Nari to raise an eyebrow. Surrendering to the fact that she could see no logic or reasoning behind their entire exchange, she officially decided to stop looking for any.

“I’m reading a book he’s reading,” Nari replied with a casual shrug, “Clearly I don’t dislike him.”

There was that small laugh again. Now that she could also hear it instead of only seeing it, Nari berated herself for finding it oddly warm and comforting. She was beginning to wonder if she had fallen asleep in the library and this was just a bizarre dream.

“In that case,” the stranger replied, “It’s very nice to meet you.”

Yoongi lowered his mask, revealing a shy but playful smile, his eyes shining handsomely. The moment he revealed his face, the four men surrounding him, which Nari now realised were his security detail, immediately moved closer, tightening the bubble around the two of them. With that smile still lingering on his lips, Yoongi extended a hand towards a very bewildered Nari.

“Would you like to have coffee?” asked Yoongi, “We can talk about the book… no spoilers, I promise.” “Coffee is too expensive,” blurted Nari, her mind momentarily unable to produce a logical reply. Her response was nothing new to Yoongi, who had seen it on countless faces at countless fan events. Finding himself endeared by it, on the other hand, was new. Chuckling to himself. Yoongi withdrew his hand which Nari was obviously still too shocked to receive.

“I’m buying,” he said. “And you can have as many coffees as you'd like.”

Nari shut her eyes and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly. Her mind began processing what now stood before her. Yoongi’s laugh, his face, his hands – these were not unknown or new to Nari. It was the visceral nature of it all that was overwhelmingly new and all but screamed the proximity with which Nari was now experiencing him.

“Why is Min Yoongi in one of the busiest libraries in the city?” said Nari, unable to tell if she was talking to Yoongi or to herself. “Why are you addressing me in third person?” Yoongi remarked, amused. He realised she was no longer looking at him, her eyes darting from his shoulder, to his shoes, but never at his face. “Which reminds me, I don’t know your name.” “It’s Nari… But why are you here?” Nari repeated, rising from her seat as she gradually collected herself, “And why did you come talk to me?”

Yoongi slowly rubbed the back of his neck as he searched for a response.

“That is the question, isn’t it?” he remarked softly and pensively, suddenly unable to quite look at her. It took a few moments as Yoongi carefully considered all the events that had transpired.

“I noticed you walking in,” he said at last, “Walking down this long aisle of books before reaching your seat.” “You weren’t even looking up. No one was.” It was Nari’s turn to chuckle now. Except it was one of disbelief. “You don’t have to be looking at someone to notice them,” came Yoongi’s reply, “And though I wanted a second look, I reminded myself I couldn’t. And shouldn’t. I’m used to having to do that.” “A second look…” Nari scoffed. Did Yoongi forget who he was and the clear disparity between their two universes that would not even have warranted a first look? “But then I saw your book,” he continued, “Even before your phone fell out.” “It’s just a book though, isn’t it?” Nari remarked, the incredulity still in her voice. “Yes, but… what were the chances that it was that book?” Yoongi remarked with a small smile.

Nari gave a small, thoughtful nod as his words sank in.

“You made that book quite popular, you know,” she said, “I’m sure I’m one of many who’s gone out to buy a copy of their own.” “Agreed,” Yoongi replied, “But it was you reading it.

Nari felt Yoongi’s unwavering gaze on her and with a sharp inhale, decisively looked up and met those very eyes.

“Please don’t laugh at me for saying this but…” Nari paused, already regretting her words. “I won’t…” “Except you will.” “Try me.” “Is this—This isn’t…” Nari shut her eyes and momentarily squeezed the bridge of her nose. “This isn’t what?” Yoongi pushed, gently. “One of those… group games or prank challenges or what have you…” Nari said finally, waving her hand in front of her face as though trying to swat her own words away.

Yoongi laughed, a fuller, heartier one this time. This really was new. He felt the rush in his veins and the corresponding warmth travel up to his cheeks. Was the human heart always capable of beating so hard? It was new and yet, nostalgic. Before Yoongi could speak and assuage the suspicion Nari was feeling, a new voice joined their bubble, although neither of them could see who it was.

“Excuse me, this is a library. No gatherings, and please keep your volume down,” a library staff member said sternly yet sans the courage to pass through the rather formidable barrier of Yoongi’s security.

That did the trick. The sound of someone else, someone normal in a normal, familiar environment helped ground Nari. She smiled and shook her head.

“Min Yoongi…” Nari had to bite her lip in disbelief at what she now had to believe. “I’m right here,” Yoongi replied. His tone was laced with the slightest hint of teasing again. “It’s very nice to meet you too.”

This time, it was Nari who extended her hand. Yoongi, not wanting to miss the chance again, reached out immediately. Their hands glided towards each other, fitting nicely as their fingers effortlessly found their places. Nari could feel the cool ends of Yoongi fingers skim ever so lightly over the skin of her wrist, causing her to bite the corner of her lip again but for a very different reason.

“The invitation for coffee still stands,” Yoongi remarked, smiling at Nari, “Or we could just stand here, like this. I wouldn’t mind in the least.”

Nari smiled and shook her head. It was hard to get rid of the disbelief, but it seemed she would have to keep trying.

“While this is nice…” she began, reluctantly sliding her hand out of his, “Your security guys are looking a little anxious. So I think we should get out of here.”

Before Nari could fully separate from their handshake, Yoongi’s hand pushed forward, catching her fingers in his again. The speed of it all stunned Nari and Yoongi noticed, resulting in a sheepish half-smile from him. Nari had to look away from that that smile of his.

“You have to stop smiling like that,” said Nari, looking away from him as though he were a blinding light. “Would it helped if I stood beside you?” Yoongi suggested, his usual wit replacing the earlier sheepishness.

Nari laughed as Yoongi moved to her side, not once letting her fingers go. Only until they were shoulder to shoulder did Yoongi begin adjusting their hands so that they could now comfortably hold hands.

“What is happening…” Nari whispered, rubbing her temple with her free hand. “I’m going crazy. This is crazy.” “It really is,” Yoongi admitted, “I can’t believe this is happening.” “You can’t believe this is happening?” Nari exclaimed in amusement, causing the both of them to chuckle.

Their growing revelry was interrupted again by the sharp cough of the same library staff who had come trundling over to repeat his warning.

“Excuse me, this is a library—” “Yes, yes, we’re on our way,” said Yoongi, cutting him off.

The staff walked away grumbling to himself while Nari and Yoongi resumed their muffled laughing.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Yoongi repeated, unable to contain his smile as he looked over at Nari with the gentlest eyes. “You look like you’re going to kiss me,” Nari said with a laugh. “Should I?” Yoongi teased, leaning towards her slightly. “Absolutely not,” Nari exclaimed while foolishly stopping his false advances by placing two fingers on his lips.

The pair froze, before grins broke out on both their faces again. Yoongi could not resist and planted a small kiss on her fingers that had pressed against his mouth. He then reluctantly moved her fingers away so he could pull his mask up over his lips and nose again. There was a small sigh that escaped him. What he would have given to simply walk out of the library with Nari, with no masks to conceal his identity nor security to shadow his every step.

Nari ran her thumb gently over his knuckles, bringing Yoongi out of his thoughts. He turned to her and saw her smile, the same smile he had noticed when he witnessed her delight at finding a seat in the library.

“You okay?” Nari asked, her thumb still rubbing soothing circles on his hand.

Yoongi shut his eyes for a moment, relishing her proximity, something he had never imagined he could ever experience again. Beneath the mask, a smile grew on his lips, one Nari could not see, but Yoongi hoped he would be able to convey to her today, tomorrow, maybe even the day after and the days after that.

“I’m more than okay, Nari,” he said at last, turning to look at her.

Nari looked back at him, marvelling quietly at the truly wonderful way his eyes caught the specks of light around them.

“Someone should write a story about this,” Nari said with a laugh. “It’d inspire whole nations to start reading books again.” “Would a song do?” Yoongi remarked, equally amused. “I’m pre-ordering it already,” joked Nari, earning a bright chuckle from Yoongi before the pair began their exit in a small new bubble of their own.

*Almond by Sohn Won-pyung

#min yoongi #min yoongi fic #bts suga #bts suga fic #one-shots: myg

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seokjinsonlyone · 5 months

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this how i think bts would be if they was your husband

namjoon:

you’d have your own rooftop garden together; like he’d get someone to get it setup architecturally the way he has it envisioned in his head and to give like advice on the types of plants that are good for this set up but y’all would do all the seeding and watering and weed pulling yourselves

evening walks together around sunset through the park or around the river hand in hand where you just soak up nature and talk about any and everything

you both like the idea of having a pet but know that you're too busy to keep one regularly so you end up getting fish; he gets a cute little 20 gallon tank and like five fish but he actually does a lot of research on which fish live the best together, which food and treats they like best, the best plants and knick knacks to put inside, how to clean it, etc.; all in all takes the whole situation way more seriously than you'd thought he would; it was supposed to be sumn light for the summer time but you'd think he's filming an episode of tanked for all the time and effort he pours into it

sits side by side with you rubbing circles into your lower back whenever you need to rant about something

loves it when you get desperate for him so sometimes around the time you're ovulating he teases you; will walk around the house in nothing but his briefs with his glasses on talking in his deep voice; will invade your space like if you're in the kitchen making food or something he's gonna come up behind you and wrap that strong arm around your middle kissing up on you asking meaningless questions about what you're doing until you finally snap and drag him to the bedroom

consistently opens every door for you and pulls out your chair at restaurants even if it's five, ten years down the line

the type to never know where anything is; it's not even that you switch things up a lot it's just that he never forgot the muscle memory of where things were when he lived alone; so he's constantly calling out to you asking where something is; half the time what he looking for be in very obvious locations but his mind is just so all over the place that he overlooks it

uses you as his sounding board when he has a situation he needs handled; will just sit there and think out loud to you for minutes and hours; you don't even be saying that much really like occasionally he'll ask what you think but he appreciates having a listening ear more than anything and you're happy to be there for him even if his incessant rambling makes you wanna strangle yourself sometimes

would learn to help you take out your box braids; it makes you nervous when he first offers to help because he can be a bit rough sometimes but he's oddly gentle and diligent with the task; once he's gotten good with that you convince him to wash your hair too; and take down/wash day is less dreadful because of it

you two become a package deal; like it could be a boys night or a girl's night and you're always gonna try to bring the other with and most of the time y'alls friends don't mind like you're one of the boys and he's one of the girls so it's fine; even if he like invites some friends over the house and you stay in the room to give them some space at some point he's gonna go and check up on you; you'll just be laying in bed on your laptop or phone, watching tv or something and he's gonna lay beside you and ask what you doing make sure you're okay next thing you know 30 minutes gon go by and you'll have to remind him that he has guests over; then he's gonna convince you to come out with him and stay tucked up under his arm until his friends leave or pass out

seokjin:

draws you a bath when he knows you’ve had a long day; it’d be really nice too; he'd light your favorite candle and set it on the counter; add a fragrant moisturizing bath bomb and sprinkle in some flower petals; once you settle in he'll put down one of them over the tub trays and hand you a glass of wine and your laptop so you can watch whatever you want or stream music while you’re in the tub

loves referring to you as 'his wife'; like y'all will be with a group of your friends that knew you from the get go and they'll ask him where he got his jacket from and he'll be like "oh my wife bought it for me" and they'll be like "🥴 boi we knew her long before she was ever worried about you just say her name" aksksksk

every couple months y’all will go on cooking dates with his celebrity chef friends and their wives; which is basically them in the kitchen being loud cooking a meal he specifically chose for you and you and the wife not too far away watching them while being wined and dined

not particularly handy but he feels like as a man there’s just certain things he should be able to do; so if your sink is leaking or there’s a problem with your car battery or something he’s gonna hop on youtube and figure out how to solve it first; calls an actual repairman to deal with it if he can’t fix it without being moderately inconvenienced

insists on getting a pool installed even tho you tell him you would barely use it bc you hate having to redo your hair more than you like to swim; you actually do end up using it all the time bc he orders one of those giant canopy floats and y'all just lay up there and take naps or talk; the whole outdoor area is actually bomb tbh like there's an entire sheltered outdoor kitchen and grill patio area with fans on the ceiling for when it gets hot and a fully loaded bar; y'all honestly spend more time outside during the summer than inside and get scolded for not entertaining people more often

if you reeeaaalllyyy want him to go shopping with you he will but he’d rather just give you his card and you gather up some of your girls and y’all can go nuts together

tries to butter you up when he knows he's in trouble but it's never with anything good like he'll stop at the convenience store on the way home and pick up some things to try to sway you; he get home and you're waiting for him slightly ticked off and he's like "i know you're mad but look at what i got you and it's a cosmic brownie, sour gummy worms (his favorite candy mind you), some wet wipes, and an arizona tea

official driver of the relationship; lets you be the passenger princess of your dreams like whenever you need to get from point a to point b he’s getting you there all you gotta do is sit down and look pretty (and play decent music while he’s driving)

even if you’re not a certified Gamer Girl™️ when there’s like a new mario game or something along those lines that doesn’t require a ton of skill and know how to play you’ll no life it together; like will straight up play for like 16 hours a day until you beat it; you still force him to eat and shower however but you’re not allowed to touch the controller until he returns bc he’d be afraid you’ll lose all your lives

the type to get super close with your family; like you look over one day and see yo mama calling him and you listen to him and they're literally just catching up???; he goes out on bros days with your dad and brothers; all your cousins follow him on instagram and be sending him memes; and you just sit there tryna figure out how he singlehandedly replaced you in your family bc they be treating him better than they treat you

yoongi:

after hearing you talk about wanting a detached claw foot jacuzzi tub for the 1000th time he decides to just go ahead and get your dream house built from the ground up; gives his input in every step of the process since he has so many opinions on architecture, furniture, finishes, and overall aesthetics; sometimes there’s little disagreements when your design styles clash but in the end he makes sure that you definitely get everything you’ve ever wanted included

warms your car up for you in the morning during winter months; unimportant but i just know he would go out in a sweatshirt and some slides like barefoot toes out in 20° weather shuffling out to make sure your car is nice and cozy and the frost is off the windshield

every now and again you’ll just be chilling at home and then he’ll be like “yah go get dressed we’re going out” and then he’ll genuinely take you on one of the best dates ever; it may not be over the top every time but somehow it’s always exactly what you needed; acts nonchalant about it when you’re gushing over how great of a time you’re having; “ah it’s nothing” but he’s secretly super self satisfied bc he knows he’s killing it

sometimes he’ll be sprawled out on the couch watching basketball and you’ll be tryna tell him something but he’s so engrossed that he won’t hear a word you say so you gotta throw a pillow at him to get his attention

untangles your necklaces for you; sweeps the hair from the back of your neck and clasps it together once he's got it free

likes leaning on your shoulder when you’re in bed on the computer; not really nosy about what it is that you’re doing whether it’s work or whatever but just likes to listen to the sound of your typing as his own personal asmr; also loves it when you get your nails done like will happily pay for a new set every other week because of the tippity tapping that accompanies everything you do

sets up a joint bank account for you two like immediately bc he doesn't have anything to hide and what's his is yours; but also sets you up a separate savings account that he funnels money into biweekly bc he wants you to be okay always even if one day it has to be without him

if you're both up late and you're feeling peckish he'll whip up a quick late night snack for y'all to munch on

never really comments when your hormones throw your body system out of wack; like if you randomly had night sweats for a couple days and sweat through your clothes and blanket he'd just nudge you awake so you can dry off and turn the ac on

is extra physically affectionate whenever you start getting irritated even if he’s the source of your irritation; will grab your hand and pull you into him planting kisses on top of your head and rubbing up and down your back until you’re sufficiently pacified

hoseok:

all his numeric passcodes are related to you; like it’s either your birthday or your anniversary, the day y’all met, first date, etc.

sometimes he likes to sit on the toilet when you're in the shower and talk to you; will periodically poke his head in to check your progress depending on how long you're in there; ooos and aahs and waggles his eyebrows every time he does so

some people think you’re some kind of dictator bc his response to every proposal he receives is “let me check with my wife first”; you’re not tho he just likes running things by you bc he’s only ever okay if y’all are on the same page; sometimes you really are his scapegoat if he doesn’t wanna do something tho and you’re fine with being his excuse! you love spending time with your man!!

y’all draw lots over who has to kill the bugs in the house; he tries his best to overcome his fear for you he really does but sometimes he look at the bug and the bug look at him and his heart can’t take it; generally tho there’s less fear of y’all conquer it together

at least once a month he books a couples spa day appointment for you two; deep tissue massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, the works like you just get absolutely spoiled; his motto is that if you feel good and look good then you can be good and be good to each other; unrelated but he get a kick out of eating the cucumbers that are supposed to help soothe around your eyes

you get so used to the sound effects he makes all the time that when he’s not around you have to have some kind of background sounds whether it’s music or white noise just something to fill the air.

you both like plushies, funko pops, action figures and all that so there's a dedicated toy room in your home; all the toys that you actually care about are placed higher up and in cases to keep in good condition but things that you don't mind having some use are accessible; the whole room is carpeted and there are some fluffy rugs too; there's a 65 inch tv on one wall and a computer area for gaming as well; the whole room is illuminated via led lights; needless to say all the kids you know love when y'all babysit them; they stay in that one room the entire time except when they want a snack bc there's no eating in the toy room; jungkook also loves to randomly come and hangout in the toy room by himself

wouldn't tolerate any kind of disrespect toward you; say you went out to a restaurant and the server was being rude to you, he'd clock it so fast he'd be talking to a manager having your server swapped out and dessert on the house before you even realized what they said

y'all try new hobbies together; it's never anything you have experience or are good at which makes it even more fun as you're doing it; like you'll get one of those woobles crochet kits and spend like a month trying to figure it out in your free time and make whatever little creature you bought

never actually stops dating you; will still have an active folder with activities and restaurants he wants the both of you to go to; even if you both lack the time and energy to actually go out on a date he's lighting a candle and pulling out the fine china for you it doesn't matter that you're wearing loungewear and sitting on the floor in front of the tv; he wants you to feel special always

jimin:

intimacy between you two go crazy; you’re as close as close can be like if there were such a thing as soulmates you two would be it; you’re consistently trapped within your own bubble and even if you’re out and about it’s still almost as if no one else existed; like say y’all went out to a club music is thumping people are everywhere it’s a generally Loud environment if you softly called his name from beside him he would turn to you immediately; or someone could brush past him and it’d be whatever but if you ghosted your hand up his arm he would get goosebumps; you’re just insanely in tuned to each other

would love if you had a softer build bc he likes the way you feel like heaven when he lays on you; also he just likes squeezing at your squishy bits; he finds it equal parts amusing and satisfying; like he'll squeeze at your boob when you're half asleep in bed just to annoy you; you'll be turned on your side and his arm will be slung across your waist and he'll just inch his hand up until he reaches your boob and squeezes; giggles evilly every time you smack his hand away and won't stop until you're whining and kicking at him to leave you alone and let you sleep

sometimes you’ll build a giant fort in the living room when he’s getting overwhelmed by life complete with fairy lights strung up overhead and pillows and more blankets covering the floor to make it extra comfy; you spend all day together in there playing games and talking nonsense and eating snacks and end the night cuddled up his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck watching movies until you’re sure his head is free from all his worries

loves to be fed, literally; like when dinner time comes he will make one big plate and pull up with a fork and a knife and a waiting attitude; if you don't play along immediately he's gonna put his hands over yours and make you feed him bites until you take over; likes to feed you as well; just always sharing his food with you and expects you to do the same

he gets obsessive when you don't answer his calls; like if he knows you're not busy and he calls you and you don't answer it drives him up a wall and he will spam you with texts and at least a dozen more calls until you pick up; not even because he has anything urgent to tell you he just always craves your attention; bonus: ends every conversation by saying i love you like you could be on the phone for 15 seconds just confirming something really quickly and he's gonna make sure he's told you he loves you before you click end call

doesn’t say anything when he finds you crying just pulls you into him and lets you get it all out; once you start calming down a bit he’ll pull back slightly, gently cupping your face in his hands and swipe away all your tears; only when he’s sure the tears have come to a complete stop does he softly ask “what’s going on?”

still gets shy and flustered around you; it doesn’t stop him from being himself around you whatsoever but it’s very obvious when you have the upper hand in a situation

you can't just tell him you need an item from the store bc half the time he'll go and come back with the wrong thing; you gotta send him a picture of it and that don't even work all the time; most of his solo ventures to the store at your request end in him facetimeing you bc he swears up and down they don't have what you asked for but then you end up finding it for him and you not even there

knows you admire his art skills so he leaves little doodles on post it notes around the house; is really proud when you display the ones you find really cute in your phone case

the type to put his life in your hands; when y'all go out to eat he tells you to order for him bc "you know what i like"; will let you dress him/style his hair however bc "you know what looks good on me"; he just literally trusts and defers to your judgement as much as possible

taehyung:

the type to tighten all the jars when you’re upset with him so you’re forced to ask him for help and talk to him anyway

would try to set up a really romantic dinner for you complete with rose petals and candles and champagne on ice but he'd be so focused on creating the right ambience that he forgets to order the food and one thing bout tae is he ain't a chef and even if he was he wouldn't have enough time before you showed up so you'd end up having a pb&j and cup noodles

sometimes if he has a lot of energy but you’re asleep he’ll poke at you until you’re awake and then he’ll ask if you’re asleep and when you say yes he’ll keep messing with you until he’s able to drag you out to play with him

knows how to tie a tie but claims it looks better when you tie it so whenever he wears a suit he gets you to finish off his look; really he just likes to be manhandled by you and the grip you have around his neck does something for him

if you get him riled up in the morning he just lives there all day; partially aware of what's going on around him but undoubtedly distracted, thinking about you, wanting you; hands and eyes are glued to the phone at all times hoping you'll message him or something even if it is just you teasing him some more; he's putty in your hands and he knows it but when the day is over and y'all are both home you're his

you have to come to major compromises when it comes to decorations; like you let him have his accent wall that he puts his paintings of his basquiat-esque faces but the weird cyber bug and person shark statues and the butt chair have to go

you do majority of the cooking so he takes dish duty very seriously; will swat you away if you try to help most times; however there’s a special place in his heart for the times you ignore him and help anyway by drying the dishes and it’s you him and some music playing and you’re singing and dancing around the kitchen together

there's a legitimate argument about your use of a body pillow; he genuinely gets offended bc is he not enough for you? why can't you just cuddle him? why would you go and put the great wall of china in between you two? what's with the distance? was he too much for you? like the situation blows completely out of proportion for no reason skslklsks the argument ends when you force him to cuddle it and he instantly understands the hype behind it; that doesn't curb his jealousy towards the object however and you're only allowed to use it when he's not in bed with you

a whiny baby when he's sick; you'd think he had tuberculosis in the 12th century instead of a common cold the way he be acting; a piece of tissue stuck in his nose, piled under three blankets, shivering every five minutes on cue; you give him a good day of dealing with the dramatics after that you leave him in the room with a bottle of dayquil and a packet of vitamin c until he decides to get on with his life like a normal human being

loves planning weekend getaways for the two of you; like every other month you guys are out of town for like 3-4 days in the spirit of “rekindling”; he always rents a really nice and cozy cabin type joint and most of the trips are spent just enjoying each others company and the scenery, walking around the town latched onto his arm and eating good food; you come back from each outing refreshed and more in love than you already were

jungkook:

every sunday he checks your car to make sure it has a full tank and if it doesn’t he fills it up for you

you two have separate rooms bc you both like to have space to just exist as an individual from time to time (also it’s really nice to have a place to storm away to when you’re in a fight) but you end up cuddled up next to each other every night anyway

has a very strict laundry schedule and routine; gets annoyed if you don't do it how he likes when he's unable to

watches you while you’re getting ready; he’ll be sitting at the edge of the bed while you walk around from your closet to the dressers circling the room trying to find something to wear; you’ll be having a conversation with him the whole time and after you walk past him for the 4th time his clinginess gets the best of him and he catches you by the waist before you can fully bypass him; he pulls you in between his legs and just hugs you to him for a few moments while you run your hands through his hair

follows you around the house with his mic serenading you like three times a week

comes behind you when you’re cooking or washing dishes or something and just pats at your butt for a while and by a while i mean he won’t stop until you elbow him and threaten to cut his hands off; he just laughs and gets one more grope in before backing off

traces the contours of your face and murmurs all kinds of cute and lovely and cheesy stuff about you when you’re both in bed and he thinks you’re sleep

if you made him a good meal you’d hear about it constantly for the next week; like every other sentence is a “seriously, it was so good” and he won’t stop until you make it again; sometimes he’ll try making it himself to see if he could do better but it always tastes best coming from you

an absolute menace in the grocery store; will spend the first 15-20 minutes behaving as he grabs whatever he needs personally and once that's done he's acting a fool; doing that thing that kids do when they use the cart as a skateboard like push off on it and then hop on to ride out the wave; grabbing all kinds of junk that neither of you need; touching everything even when he has no intention of buying it; you have to grab his ear and threaten him with celibacy to get him to calm down

whenever you’re sitting next to each other could be on the couch out at dinner in bed etc he likes to play with your hand and fiddle with your ring; will often slide it off and try to fit the ring on his fingers; then he’ll put it back on and kiss your fingertips for safekeeping

a/n: i worked on this for months and months and now it’s finally here lemme know what u thought 😩🙏

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