#hell yes it has netflix and snacks and phone chargers

[mysfitalyss]

We made the best blanket fort ever, I refuse to leave it. After everything, it feels so good to treat myself 💙

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Soft Yoongi x reader ft. JK

Warnings: best friends to lovers, angst, Super fluff, crack, smut, hand job, oral (f) (m) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), teasing, orgasm denial.

Rating: 18 and over

Yoongi:

“When do you leave?” Yoongi asks you, watching you pace back and forth packing your overnight bags. “Um, Tomorrow. How about you?” Yoongi picks at his fingers, looking up from under his dark bangs. “Sunday.” “What are you guys going to do this year?” You ask him before disappearing into your room. “My brother is going to make a huge dinner and then maybe watch movies, nothing fancy.” Yoongi sighs, lying through his teeth. He never goes home for the holidays. He just says he does so you never feel bad for him. He usually spends his time on the couch watching Netflix, reading, fiddling on his phone, or jacking off while he waits for you to come home. “That sounds fun!” You comment. “Nah, not like your family. You guys go all out.” He comments, feeling the pang of loneliness in his chest with every item you collect and pack. You and Yoongi had been best friends for five years and rooming for three years. He wasn’t sure exactly when his feelings for you developed but they had, and boy had they flourished more and more over the past year. He found himself almost completely dependent on your company that the thought of you being gone for an entire week made him feel so lost and lonely.

“What do you want to do tonight?” You poke your head out of your room, staring at Yoongi now. “Movie?” Yoongi shrugs. You smile at him and God that smile, that smile makes Yoongi melt. “Let’s order out tonight and cuddle on the couch! We won’t be seeing each other for a whole week. How are we ever going to survive?” Yoongi swallows, pouting to himself. “We’ll manage I’m sure.” He says aloud, trying to convince himself of the words he’s speaking. You soon emerge from your room and plop down on the couch beside Yoongi. “I swear you never miss me when I’m gone. I think you like the time away from me.” Yoongi looks you over as you nuzzle into his side. He wanted to tell you, you were wrong, that he was going to miss you like crazy, but he didn’t want to sound desperate or crazy. “We are going to be too distracted with our families to miss each other Y/N.” “You’re right Yoongi, you always are!” You spend the evening stuffing your faces with dinner, popcorn, and snacks. The time passes so quickly that it isn't until your soft snores reach Yoongi’s ears, that he realizes that you are asleep on his shoulder. He looks over your soft features, tucking your hair away from your face, tempted to kiss your soft lips. Instead, he rests his head on yours, soon falling asleep beside you.

SATURDAY:

Y/N:

You fumble with your overnight bag, letting it flop to the ground by the door as you run back to Your room for a phone charger. “I’m all set Yoongi. Come say bye!” Yoongi soon emerges from his room, sleep still stuck in his messy hair. He opens his arms wide and you take him in a full hug. “Send me pictures ok and I’ll call when I get to my parents' house. Don’t sleep all day.” He nods simply with a tight smile. “Do you want me to carry that downstairs for you?” He grumbles when he sees you toss your bag onto your shoulder. “Nope! The cab is right downstairs. I’ll be fine. Thank you though. Tell your family I said hi.” He nods again and you take your leave.

You arrive at the airport and wait around for three hours only to find your flight has been delayed until tomorrow night! “Fuck!” You whine under your breath. You head over to a ticket agent to see if you can finagle your way onto an earlier flight. “Sorry ma’am, it’s the holidays, everything is booked! If there was something I could do I’d be sure to do it.” You nod, rolling your eyes as you walk off. You run outside to catch a cab back home, knowing there was no way you were going to sleep in a crowded airport. You call Yoongi’s phone to see if there is anything you can grab for lunch for him, but he doesn’t answer. “Oh well, we can order when I get there.” You enter your apartment and toss your overnight on the floor. “Yoongi,” you shout into the apartment, hearing music coming from the back of the apartment, “You will never believe what happened at the airport.” You walk back towards Yoongi’s room, the music playing growing louder as you approach. “Why are you blasting the music?” You huff, opening his door and entering his room. You gasp at the sight of Yoongi seated at his computer, headphones on and attached to his laptop streaming porn, his pants around his ankles. His head is thrown back and his eyes are tightly closed while he frantically fists his cock. He bites his lip hard, holding back his strained moans. You want to look away, close the door, but God if he doesn’t look so fucking hot. You feel your panties soak at the sight of his swollen tip drooling pre-cum onto his hand with every up thrust. His cock so much larger than you imagined. You swallow hard, licking your lips, trying to hold back the urge to drop to your knees before him when he suddenly pops his eyes open, looking down at his own member before rolling his neck and locking eyes with you. You both jump up in unison and you watch as he tries to use his shirt to cover his glorious cock. “What the fuck are you doing? Get out!” He shouts causing you to shriek and slam his door shut. You run to your room and plop down on your bed, feeling hot all over. “Holy fuck!” You sigh.

Soon, a soft knock on your door startles you. You clear your throat, “Come in.” Yoongi opens your door and enters, face flushed. “Hey, you ok? Sorry I shouted at you.” He says, arms crossed. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve knocked. I tried calling you. My flight got delayed till tomorrow night. I’m didn’t mean to intrude.” He nods and soon smirks when he sees how flustered you are. “It’s ok. We can just forget it.” He chuckles. “Yes, for sure,” You clear your throat, knowing you’ll never get the sight of his cock out of your head, “You should check your flight and see if maybe yours was delayed also.” You add, trying to distract from your dirty thoughts. “Yeah, I’ll look later. Why don’t we grab some food? I’m starving.” He rubs his tummy. “I bet.” You mumble. “Come again?” “Nothing. I said, let’s eat!” He nods and walks off. You release a trembled sigh, standing slowly and following him out to the living room. He plops on the couch, running his hands through his hair. You had always thought Yoongi was hot, having spent the better part of five years with him, you knew things no one ever would. He was caring and understanding in ways no one else was, not even members of your own family, it was no wonder He had held such a special place in your heart. You had sometimes liked to envision what life would be like if you two just got together but you never wanted to complicate things; the fear of losing your best friend too great to risk.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N." Yoongi waves his hand in front of your face to catch your attention. “I’m sorry I zoned out. Did you say something?” “Are you in the mood for pizza?” He says slowly. “Sure. That's fine.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Look, maybe we should talk about what you saw. I don't want things to be awkward between us. I thought you were gone or else I wouldn’t have been so…comfortable I suppose.” Your eyes widen at his explanation. “Oh God no! You don’t have to explain yourself. This is your place too. I was rude to have just stood there. I was in shock, I guess. It’s perfectly normal and you have every right to be…. uh…. comfortable. Things won’t be awkward, I promise. I’m just trying to figure out a time frame for getting to my parents place you know.” You give him a reassuring smile. He nods and pulls out his phone to order the pizza.

The evening moves forward like normal and soon you both head to bed. “Hey, what time is your flight tomorrow?” You ask Yoongi before he walks off completely. “Uh. Late.” He gives a tight smile. You eye him suspiciously but think nothing further. Once in your room, you call your parents' house and get the machine. “Hey guys, it's me. Um, my flight got delayed so I won't be there until early Monday morning. I'll just catch a cab from the airport to your place. Love you guys. Talk soon.” You spend the evening tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the thought of Yoongi’s euphoric face stuck in your brain as he stroked his member. You roll onto your back in a huff, biting your bottom lip at the feel of your slick coat your core. You fondle at your own breast, wondering to yourself if Yoongi is fast asleep.

Yoongi:

Yoongi swallows down his glass of water quickly, searching his mind for a good enough excuse to feed you tomorrow when you notice he isn’t packed and ready to go anywhere. He’s angry with himself for being a coward and not coming clean ages ago and just telling you straight out his family didn’t celebrate the holidays. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he got a phone call for his birthday. He shrugs, telling himself he will just deal with it tomorrow. He had a bigger fish to fry and that was being caught jerking off. How could he be so reckless? He was always careful to lock his door. He chuckles to himself thinking of how flustered you look, wondering if it was at all possible for you to be turned on. He shakes his head, clearing the idea from his mind, there was no way you could have feelings for him. He slowly rotates his shoulders, quietly padding past your door to get back to his room. “Yoongi.” He swears he hears come from your room. He pauses for a moment, leaning in towards your door to see if he could hear any movement. He hums to himself when he hears nothing and goes to walk off again. “I’m so wet for you Yoongi.” Yoongi’s brow shoots up at the statement and he quietly moves towards your door, his heart slamming against his chest. Is she? He thinks to himself, pressing his ear to your door. He can hear your muffled pants and moans as he pushes his ear further into the wood. “God, I need your gorgeous cock inside me. Please baby.” Yoongi’s eyes widen and he shoves his knuckle in his mouth to keep from screaming. Your breath begins to quicken and Yoongi feels his cock come to life with each sweet moan. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You cry out. “Fuck.” Yoongi whispers under his breath, gripping his erection through his pajama pants. He moans and walks off, needing to find his own release.

Y/N:

You wake around 11 feeling nice and energized. You stretch your body and suddenly realize you have no clue whether Yoongi has left yet. You jump out of bed and walks over to his room, knocking on the door. No answer. You know harder, hearing him grumble to life, soon shuffling to the door. He unlocks it and opens it rubbing eyes. “What time is your flight? I got scared you left already.” You pout at him. He clears his throat and shakes his head. “Well, I’ll make a quick brunch for us before we go. Wake up.” You rub his tummy and spin, heading to the bathroom to wash up.

You hear Yoongi shuffle into the bathroom when you head into the kitchen. A soft knock on your apartment door. You answer it to find your neighbor Miss Markley standing before you. “Good morning Miss Markley. Everything ok?” “Good morning darling. Everything is great! I got some of Yoongi’s mail in my box again. Didn’t want him to miss it. Happy holidays you two." You grab the envelope from her and wish her a Happy Holiday as well. Looking over the envelope, you see it’s from Yoongi’s brother, post marked from Germany. Your brow furrows confused on how that could be. You place the card on the table and begin mixing batter together for pancakes.

Yoongi soon emerges, greeting you with a tight smile. “You got mail. Miss Markley dropped it off.” Yoongi looks over the envelope and opens it. You watch him carefully, eyeing for a reaction as he reads the handwritten letter. “All good?” You ask once you see Yoongi tear up the letter and toss it in the trash. “Yeah, just sending Holiday wishes.” “That’s sweet especially since you’re going home to see him. In Korea.” You nod. Yoongi nods with a smile, pouring himself some orange juice and sitting at the table. “You little fucking liar.” You snap. Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Come again?” “The letter was post marked from Germany; I didn’t know you brother was even in Germany! What's going on Yoongi? Seriously! What are you hiding?” Yoongi sighs. “I didn’t know he was in Germany either. Apparently, he’s met a woman and they’ve moved out there. He’s happy. He wanted to let me know. Happy now? Secrets out.” He sips from his juice. “Wait, so you haven’t been speaking to your brother? I thought you saw him last year for the holidays?” “Not everyone has a happy family dynamic like you Y/N. I don’t see my family for the holidays ok. I’ve been lying. I stay home every year and watch shit TV. It’s fine.” “It’s not fine,” You say, walking over and taking his hand in yours, “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me this.” He yanks his hands away. “I didn’t because of this. I don’t want your pity. I don’t feel bad about it and so I don’t want you to either. It's not a big deal.” He sips his juice again. You nod quickly and head back to the stove to make pancakes when it hits you. “I have the perfect idea,” You spin around, “Why don’t you come with me to my parents' house?? Spend the holidays with me and my family? They won’t mind at all. They love guest.” He shakes his head furiously. “Seriously its ok.” “It's decided. If you’re truly my best friend and love me, you will spend the holidays with me.” He scoffs at your comment. “Y/N I really don’t want to impose. I’ll be fine here.” You walk over to him and drop to your knees, pouting. “Please Min Min. If you really love me, you’ll say yes.” He laughs wide, exposing his gums. “Fine.” You jump up and down in delight. “We are going to have so much fun! I can’t wait. Let me call the airline and get you a flight asap. You walk off. “Hey, the pancakes will burn!” Yoongi shouts at you.

Yoongi:

‘Jesus this house is big.’ Is all Yoongi can think as you both pull up to the front of your parents' house. Yoongi knew your family was wealthy but not this wealthy. This was more of an estate than a family home. Yoongi felt anxiety hit him with the thought that he wouldn’t fit in. “Come on, let’s get in there. We will have to be quiet. Everyone is probably sleeping.” Yoongi nods, hopping out of the car and moving towards the trunk to grab the bags. You both walk towards the house and Yoongi watches as you bend down and lift the welcome mat to retrieve a key. “I thought people only did that in the movies.” Yoongi laughs. “They only did it because they knew I was coming.” You whisper. He watches you unlock the door, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and quietly walks in behind you. He chuckles softly as your family dog, a golden retriever, runs up to you both. Yoongi crouches down to pet him, snuggling into his soft hair. “What’s your name buddy?” “Literally.” You whisper. “Oh? It's Buddy?” Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Hi Buddy.” He whispers softly to your dog, scratching him all over. “Come.” Y/N whispers to Yoongi. He looks up and follows you up the stairs and down a long hallway. “Where are we going?” He whispers. “To my room, I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted!” “Like, together?” Yoongi feels his heart race at the thought of sharing a room with you under your parents' roof. “Don't be a baby Min.” You whisper to Yoongi.

Yoongi enters your childhood bedroom and finds himself emersed, first, in your scent. It's everywhere. He smiles gently, dropping the bags to the ground. He moves around the room, looking about at your old photos and trophies. He chuckles at how adorable you were as a child. He runs his fingers over your ribbons, taking the time to read each achievement. “You’re amazing Y/N. You did all this as a kid?” He marvels. You throw yourself atop your plush bed while Yoongi continues to glance over your things. “Yeah, my parents where overachievers and expected the same from us kids.” He nods and even though he can hear the disdain in your voice, he still thinks it's all amazing. His heart flutters and in that moment, he knows for sure, he’s fallen even more in love with you. “Come cuddle Min.” You whisper and he is more than happy to oblige, kicking off his sneakers and hopping into the bed with you.

The following morning, Yoongi stirs from under the plush covers, unsure of when he nestled under there. He stretches wide, rolling over to find Y/N gone. He pops up quickly, looking around the room to find a young man sitting at the edge of the bed chomping on cereal. “You her boyfriend?” He drawls between chews. “No, roommate.” Yoongi grumbles. He eyes you suspiciously. “You sleep in the same bed as your roommate?” “We’re close. Um, are you family?” Yoongi asks. The young man nods. “I’m her brother. JK. Adopted, before you comment on how alike we look.” He chuckles shoveling more cereal in his mouth. “I don’t think you look alike.” Yoongi grumbles. “You’re the first. I know people are just being nice, but I find it silly. Anyway, you should get downstairs. Pop is dying to pick your brain. He’s gonna kill you when he finds out you're rooming with his baby girl. Good lucckkkk!” JK sing songs out of the room. Yoongi throws his head back on the pillow, rubbing his eyes hard. “What the fuck am I doing here?” He asks aloud, placing his hand on his strumming heart.

Y/N:

“Pop, you better be nice. I’m serious. He’s a great guy and he has always been a gentleman to me.” You explain to your father about Yoongi. “Why isn’t he with his family?” Your father questions, flipping pancakes. JK appears, slurping milk from his bowl. “He looks harmless pop; I can totally take him.” “Don’t be a jerk Jay!” “They slept in the same bed by the way.” You gasp at JK tattling. “Wait, I thought you said he was just a friend.” Your father eyes you. “He is but we are close, so sometimes we share a bed, who care? It isn’t a big deal. It doesn’t mean anything. JK has a big mouth.” You toss a hand towel at your brother’s face. He giggles, sticking his tongue out at you. “Now, now, baby girl, JK is your brother. He’s just looking out for you. I mean come on, I don’t know this kid, never even met him and suddenly you show up with him in the middle of the night and I find out you’re both snuggled up in bed together. What am I supposed to think?” “That I am an adult, and you can trust me. I swear pop, I will be so angry and disappointed if you mistreat my BEST friend.” “Oh, Charlie, give it a rest.” Your mother walks in, dropping the morning paper on the counter and pulling you into a hug. “How’s my baby girl been?” “Good momma. I miss you guys! Well not so much JK but you and pop.” You snuggle into her arms. “Hate you too sis.” JK says while shoving bacon in his mouth. “Will you get outta here and set the table for breakfast.” Your father scolds him. JK huffs but walks off to do as he’s told.

Yoongi soon emerges, fresh faced from a shower. “Morning.” He waves with a smile. “Good morning darling. Welcome to our home. Y/N has told us so much about you and we are thrilled to have you here with us for the holidays. Right Buck?” You mother greets. Your father takes a deep breath before turning to greet Yoongi. You shoot him the evil eye. “That’s right son, welcome to our home, happy to have you. Names Charlie but people call me Buck. This is my wife Alice and you’ve met JK. Uh, mi casa and all that.” He nods at Yoongi, turning back to the stove. “Oh, don’t mind him, he’s an old grump. Help yourself to anything you want, you don’t even need to ask. We are tree hunting later so I hope you brought warm clothes. JK is setting the table, why don’t you go help him? I’m sure you boys can bond.” Yoongi nods. “Of course. I’d love to help out.” “Come Min, I'll show you the dining area.” Yoongi bows to your mother before following you out of the room.

“My hands are sweating.” He comments once you’re both alone. “Don’t be nervous they are harmless. My dad is a teddy bear. He’s just messing with you because I’ve never brought a guy home. My mom loves you already and JK is just a brat.” Yoongi smiles at you. “Who you calling a brat?” “You, you little snitch! You had to tell dad we slept together?” JK snorts out a laugh. “You should’ve seen your face. You almost turned green. I was sure you would throw up.” “You’re such a shit.” “You’re such a daddy’s girl.” “Are you both like this all the time?” Yoongi chimes in. “For the most part. If we lived together, we may have had one of those loving brother sister relationships with a tad bit of teasing but since she doesn’t live here, I make it my life’s work to give her hell when she’s here.” JK explains with a shit eating grin. Yoongi just shakes his head, placing plates down on the table. “You’re supposed to be helping Jay.” You snap. He just shrugs. “You guys are doing a great job.” “Here, put down the cutlery.” Yoongi demands, handing the items to JK. You can’t help but smile. “Aww, you like her, but like for real.” JK teases and Yoongi’s face drops. “You are a little shit.” Yoongi mumbles. “That is so adorable you guys. So, are you crushing on each other or is this like a secret lovers thing?” He continues rambling as he makes his way around the table. “Shut up Jay!” You shout. JK’s eyes widen. “Ah, it’s a secret. Sorry.” He whispers to you. “I’ll kill you Jay, I swear.” He smirks at you. “Guys come grab the food to bring to the table.” Your father shouts and you are grateful for the interruption.

Yoongi:

“Now I know where Y/N learned to make her pancakes from.” Yoongi comments, wiping his mouth of his breakfast. He rubs his tummy lightly, looking over at you. “Had to teach my baby girl here everything I know. Do you cook Yoongi?” Yoongi nods. “I do. Mostly Korean dishes. I would love to cook for you guys before I go, to thank you for letting me be here.” “He’s a great cook pop.” “Well than I can't wait,” Your dad declares with a smile, “Let’s clean up so we can head out and get the tree. Yoongi you ever chop down a tree before?” “Uh, no sir, I can't say that I have.” “Oh, pop, you have to let him do it this year.” JK says with a grin. “Of course. Its tradition for our family to go out and pick the best tree on the farm and chop that baby down and since you’ll be joining in on our family tradition this year Yoongi, I think it would be nice to chop the tree down.” Yoongi looks at you, feeling his face heat. “Uh, I don’t want to impose.” He mutters. “Yeah pop, seriously. You don’t have to do it Yoongi.” “Hey now! Yoongi is going to be just fine baby girl. Right Yoongi?” Yoongi finds himself locked in a staring contest with Y/N’s father. He swallows hard and nods simply. “Alright! Let’s do it.” Your father slams his hand on the table causing Yoongi to jump a bit. You all work together to clear the table, Yoongi surprised at just how quickly everything is cleaned and organized.

You both head up to your room to get ready. “He hates me.” Yoongi declares, shoving his feet into his boots. “He does not!” You emerge from the restroom fully dressed. “He does. Why else would he be trying to get me to chop down a tree? Going on about family tradition and don’t get me started about your brother.” Yoongi rambles. He looks over at you with wide eyes and a gaping mouth to find you giggling. “What? What's funny?” “You, you are so nervous? Why? Just be yourself. No one is judging you or testing you. If you don’t want to chop down the tree than don’t. It's going to be fine. I'll be there the whole time.” Yoongi pouts and Y/N walks over, pulling Yoongi into a hug. He moans quietly, snuggling into your chest, taking in your scent. “Hey,” She slaps the back of Yoongi’s head, “Don't be a perve, ogling my boobies.” He chuckles at her comment. “Sorry.” Y/N winks at Yoongi and he wonders if this your way of flirting. “Finish getting ready and meet me downstairs. It’s going to be fine. I promise.” He nods, watching you walk away.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Forgot something?” Yoongi mumbles, lacing his boots. “Nope.” Yoongi’s head pops up to find JK entering the room. “Ah, come to give me grief.” “Nope.” Yoongi looks up at JK, who is grinning mischievously at him. “Then why are you here?” Yoongi sits up after finishing his laces. “Do you really like my sister? Like no bullshit?” Yoongi scoffs, unsure of what to make of this question. “We have known each other a long time, been through a lot together. I love her very much. She means the world to me.” JK nods. “Are in love with her?” Yoongi shrugs, trying to decide if he should confess his feelings to Y/N’s brother or not. “It's a simple question.” “Is it,” Yoongi snaps, “I mean, have you ever been in love? Why are you even asking me these questions?” “Because she means the world to me too and she's never brought home a guy, ever! So, either you're some charity case from a broken home and she feels bad or there is more to the story here. Either way, I know my sister and I know her true intentions. You, I don’t know, and when I don’t know someone, I give them hell. This is your chance to state your true intentions, Min Yoongi. Are you in love with her? Yes or No.”

Y/N:

“We come her every year.” You explain to Yoongi as the two of you walk around the tree farm. You father and mother have walked off on their own leaving you and Yoongi to babysit JK, who trails behind you both. “This one is nice.” Yoongi points to a tall Balsam fir. “The trick is to make sure it is full all around, no holes.” JK chimes in, pointing to an empty patch at the back of the tree. “Ah, I see.” Yoongi nods. You eye them suspiciously, watching at how they fall in line together, walking ahead now pointing at trees. When did they become buddies, you wonder to yourself? “Ooooo, guys! Let’s grab hot cocoa!” You hop up and down a bit. They both turn around and follow you to the stand. Yoongi stands in front of you ordering an iced americano for himself, and a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for you. “Anything for you Jay?” Yoongi asks. “Uh, yeah, I’ll have the same as Y/N.” Yoongi nods, ordering JK’s drink and two hot coffees for your parents’. He pays the cashier and hands you and JK your drinks. “I could get used to this.” JK smiles, sipping his hot chocolate. Yoongi turns with the rest of the drinks in a cup holder and you all make your way towards your parents’. “Look at this beauty.” You father calls out to you all as you approach. “That’s huge pop.” You reply. “She’s 8 feet but will look great in the family room.” He smiles. Yoongi hands your mother her coffee first, then your father. “Ah, thanks Yoongi. I love this place. I have been bringing the kids here since they were strapped to my chest. What about your family? What do you guys do?” “Nothing.” Yoongi confesses, sipping his drink. “Well, lucky for you, we go all out here. Don’t we baby girl?” You nod happily, smiling at Yoongi.

“Alright, enough mushy talk, let’s chop this baby down!” JK hollers, moving forward with an ax in his hand. “Now son, let Yoongi do it.” Your father waves Yoongi forward, who quickly gives you a fearful look. “Pop…” You begin, immediately getting cut off by JK. “Pop, this year is my year. Last year you said I wasn’t strong enough, and so I had to wait till this year so, yeah, sorry Yoongi but I’m pulling rank. Maybe next year, if you’re still around.” “No complaints here.” Yoongi replies. “Alright then, let’s get us a tree shall we son?” JK nods, swinging the ax at an angle into the base of the trunk.

Yoongi:

“No empty spots from my end.” Yoongi declares, sipping your father’s homemade eggnog. “Mine either.” You speak next. “Nice on my end.” JK calls after. You all step back and examine your work, having finished placing the lights on the tree. “She is gorgeous Buck.” Y/N’s mother sighs, looking over the tree. Yoongi nods, sipping more of the eggnog. “Slow down on that stuff. Pop spikes it with hard liquor.” JK shoots Yoongi a nauseated look. Yoongi looks down at his glass to see he’s at the bottom of the drink. He’s never tasted eggnog, and he was shocked at how delicious it was, not realizing he was getting drunk. He places the cup down, rubbing his eyes. “Refill?” Y/N’s dad walks by and fills Yoongi’s cup again before he can protest. Yoongi shrugs, slurping down the smooth liquid happily. “It's yummy right?” You smile at him. “Now this is a recipe you should learn.” Yoongi chuckles. “Here ornaments next.” She stumbles a bit, passing Yoongi some colorful orbs. “Oh boy! She’s already drunk!” JK shakes his head, placing ornaments on the tree. Y/N’s father walks over with a ladder and climbs up to place trimmings that are passed to him by Y/N’s mother at the top of the tree, while JK works on the bottom. Yoongi and Y/N work together on the middle. “I am not drunk Jay.” JK gives Yoongi a wide glance. “Sorry for you Yoongi. She’s either a whiny mess or a slutty mess.” “Hey,” Buck hollers, “Don’t call your sister a slut.” JK rolls his eyes. “Sorry pop.” Y/N sticks her tongue out at JK, who flips her the bird while mouthing the word slut again. Soon, Buddy, the family dog walks into the room, hopping onto the couch behind Yoongi to watch the show.

Yoongi sips his drink, looking around, resting the cup against his chest. He smiles softly, nodding at the scene, feeling his heart warm. This was what a home was, a family placing ornaments on the tree, laughing about lord knows what but all together and happy. He felt just that, happy, but most of all accepted. He understood why people loved the holidays so much if this was what they went home to. He looked over at Y/N, smiling wide as she decorated the tree and sang Christmas songs, and he felt his skin tingle. He wanted to give this to her forever, this warm happy feeling, he wanted to always be around to make her smile this big. He couldn’t believe how much or how fast he could fall in love but here he was, staring right at the person he could see himself spend the rest of his life with. “Bro, are you gonna cry?” Yoongi is pulled out of his thoughts towards JK who is looking at him with concern. “What? No.” “He does, doesn’t he? He looks like he’s gonna cry.” JK giggles. Yoongi clears his throat, feeling his cheeks burn. “Leave him alone Jay.” Y/N chucks an orb at her brother. “This is his first Christmas without his family JK, have some sympathy.” Your mother snaps. “I am fine everyone, really. I think it’s the alcohol. I should drink some water.” Yoongi declares, walking off to the kitchen. “You’re such a jerk JK.” Yoongi hears Y/N scold. He pours himself water, gulping it down quickly. The kitchen door swings open behind him and he closes his eyes in frustration. Buddy, the dog, shuffles towards him licking at his hands. Yoongi leans down and begins petting him. “You’re just as misunderstood as I am, aren’t you?” Yoongi asks his furry friend. “Maybe if you spoke up and helped me understand you, you wouldn’t feel that way?” JK appears. Yoongi sighs, still petting Buddy. “What do you want JK?” He groans. “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I just, I’m not used to seeing people look at her like that. Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” “It's complicated. She doesn’t feel the same.” JK nods. “I guess you’ll never know since you’ve never even tried.” “Uh, what do you know about it?” Yoongi snaps, running on liquid courage. “Nothing, I’m just the cute baby brother, right? Anyway, they want you back in there to finish up the tree.” Yoongi sighs as JK walks off.

Y/N:

Yoongi appears from the kitchen with Buddy in tow. You walk over to him, feeling the alcohol hitting you. “Are you ok?” You push his bangs from his forehead. He stutters a bit, “Uh, I’m good. I just needed some water.” “Ok.” You give him a soft smile, finishing up the tree. “Alright everyone, how is it looking?” Your father asks. You all step back and look the tree over. “Looks good from here Buck, Light her up.” Your father nods, stopping briefly to look at all of you. He waves Yoongi over, handing him the plugs. “You do it. You didn’t get to chop it down but light her up.” Yoongi bites his bottom lip nervously, taking the wires from your dad. “Ok, count of three.” Yoongi nods and you all count down together, Yoongi plugging the tree in at one. The whole thing illuminates and you all cheer. Yoongi walks over to you to get a better view. “It’s gorgeous right?” You whisper to him, wrapping your arm around his waist. He nods, embracing you. The doorbell rings and your father jumps up. “Pizza I ordered!” He exclaims, walking over to the door. “Thanks for coming to be with me.” Yoongi looks down at you. “Thanks for inviting me.” “Alright everyone, let’s eat!” Your father shouts, running by you all and into the dining room. At the end of the night, you are all spent from decorating, stuffing your faces with pizza, and drinking the night away. “What’s on the agenda tomorrow Pop?” JK asks. “Snow tubing.” He answers, wiping his mouth. Yoongi’s eyes light up hearing this. “They have so much at this place Min. Snow tubing, skiing, ice skating, and fire pits. It’s going to be so much fun.” You hiccup, covering your mouth. “I can’t wait!” Yoongi laughs, rubbing his belly. “Let’s hit the sack. A lot of fun tomorrow.” Your father rises from his chair, your mother soon after. “Goodnight kids.” Your mother says. “Goodnight.” You all say in unison.

JK soon stretches and rises from his seat. “Come on Buddy, let's get some sleep.” JK waves at the two of you, walking out of the room with Buddy hurrying behind him. “We should get some rest also.” Yoongi yawns. You nod, looking over his soft features. “I’m happy you didn’t stay home Min.” You whisper to him. He chuckles, rubbing his nose. “You said that already. You really are drunk huh?” “No, yeah, maybe. I’m just happy is all.” He nods. “Me too. I’m happy I’m here.” “Perfect, now, Let’s go cuddle.” You rub the back of his neck. He swallows, hopping up out of his seat. You both head up to your bedroom, Yoongi walking into the restroom to change into his pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He soon climbs into bed, lying on his right side, facing you. You look him over, feeling your heart thump. He was so handsome. He laid there, eyes closed, nuzzling into the pillow. It felt complete having Yoongi with you at your family's house, why hadn't you both done this sooner? You move in closer to him, feeling his breath on your face. He wraps an arm around you, and you can feel your body tingle, your core burn. You needed to be closer to him. You turn your body, pushing your back into his chest, forcing him to spoon you. He chuckles lightly but says nothing. “Yoongi?” He hums in response. “What would you be doing right now if you had stayed home?” He sighs, clearing his throat. “Maybe I'd be watching a movie until I fell asleep on the couch.” You hum in agreement. “Or maybe thinking about me while you touch yourself?” You brazenly suggest, grinding your ass against his crotch.

“Uh, what, what are doing?” He stutters, unable to hold back a small moan from escaping his lips when you grind gently against his growing shaft. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, how hot I thought it was when I saw you masturbating in your room.” You turn now, capturing his pout in a kiss. He grips your hips moaning into your mouth. “Y/N, I think we had a lot to drink. Maybe you’re not in the right mindset for this.” He whispers between kisses. “No, you’re wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing. I want to touch you so bad, I just, I can’t get you out of my head. I need you so bad. I want you so bad.” You confess, sliding your tongue into his warm mouth. He slowly runs his hand up your back, allowing you to take control of the kiss, swirling your tongue around his. You both fall into a rhythm and you feel yourself drench your panties. Unable to hold back any longer you reach down and grip Yoongi's massive erection through his pajama pants. He moans loudly, pulling you into him. “Don’t. We shouldn’t. Your parents.” He pants, grinding into your grasp. “Shh. Its ok baby.” You assure him, tugging his pants down to free his cock. He groans as you take his hold of him, wrapping your hand around his heated shaft. You begin to slowly stroke his length, thumbing over his pre-cum and dragging it down along his length.

He leans his forehead against yours, watching you work his cock. He bites on his lip, pulling his shirt up, and running his hand along his bare chest. You smirk at him, leaning in to lick his exposed nipple. “Fuck.” He moans. You kiss him again, stroking him faster, rubbing your thumb against the flesh on the underside of his sensitive tip. He moans and groans quietly, his head falling back, his eyes tightly shut. “My God baby, you’re so sensitive.” You comment, clenching around nothing, so turned on by his needy display. You pick up the pace, impressed at how his pre-cum spills out from his reddened tip and onto your fist, assisting your hand as it glides up and down his long cock. “Y/N, please stop, or else I’m gonna cum.” “Aw, but that’s what I want baby, for you to cum for me.” He shakes his head in protest and you can see he's trying desperately to hold back his climax. You shift your body, pushing him onto his back completely, allowing you to straddle him. You stroke him harder, faster, with one hand, massaging his balls with the other. His head sinks further into the pillow, as he nibbles hard on his lip. “I can’t, I can’t fucking hold back. I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck!” He shouts, his belly tightening as he hitches forward a bit. You aim his cock towards your chest, allowing the long strands of his seed to paint the front of your shirt. You continue stroking him through his climax until his body trembles with overstimulation. When he’s good and spent, a panting mess beneath you, you lean forward and kiss his lips softly. “You’re so gorgeous Yoongi. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. Get some sleep. I’m going to clean myself up.” You get up and head to the restroom, pulling off your cum stained shirt and dropping your hand between your thighs to find your own climax.

Yoongi:

Yoongi jumps up from his slumber, looking around wildly. “Y/N.” He calls out, rubbing his pounding temple. Had he just dreamed up last night? “Y/N.” He calls out again. No answer. He jumps out of bed and goes to the restroom to shower and get ready for the day. Yoongi releases a deep low growl of a sigh as the warm water washes over him. “Music to my ears.” He jumps at the sound of Y/N entering the restroom. He pokes his head out from behind the shower curtain. “Good morning.” Yoongi greets. “Morning hot stuff. We are heading out after your shower. We’re just grab breakfast at the spot.” Y/N announces, twisting her head to sneak a peek at Yoongi’s naked body. He chuckles softly, tucking further behind the curtain. Was he dreaming this? Could she really be attracted to him? “Maybe we should talk about last night at some point.” He suggests. “Yeah of course.” She smiles. He can't help but smile back, tucking back behind the curtain to finish his shower. He wanted so badly for her feelings to be real, he felt butterflies in his belly. He wanted to confess, move forward. He nodded to himself. Today would be the day. He would tell her the truth, exactly how he felt.

You all arrive at the snow tubing place and set up by a fire pit after having ordered some lunch. “It’s nice here right?” Y/N asks. Yoongi nods, looking around. “So, about last night,” Yoongi starts, “I know we had a lot to drink and what not, but I was hoping that maybe what you had said was for real you know?” “Not to sound like a complete fool but what exactly did I say?” Y/N chuckles, biting her lip in embarrassment. Yoongi feels his resolve breaking. “Um, well about needing me, wanting me, uh, loving me for the rest of your life. I mean I could just be reading the situation wrong. I mean, you were drunk and so was I and it was a heated moment.” Yoongi rambles, searching your face for signs of doubt. “Yoongi want to hit the slopes with me? I need someone lighter for the snow tube.” JK interrupts. “Yeah sure. Give me a minute.” Yoongi huffs. JK nods, eyeing you both suspiciously, walking off. “No, I knew what I was doing Yoongi. You didn’t read the situation wrong; I mean I was drunk sure, but I wanted to be intimate with you.” Yoongi felt a glimmer of hope in his chest. “Well, I am happy to hear that because I need to tell you something.” She nods, paying close attention. “Y/N, I thought that was you.” Yoongi looks up at an unfamiliar face. “Keith! Oh my god, how are you? How long has it been?” Y/N hops up, giving the stranger a hug. “Like two years or something. You look amazing.” Yoongi feels the sting of jealousy hit him as the two look at each other giddily. Yoongi stands, clearing his throat. “Oh, this is Yoongi. He’s my best friend from back at school. Yoongi this is Keith.” Yoongi nods, reaching out his hand. “Sup Yoongme. Nice to meet you.” “It’s Yoongi.” Y/N corrects. “Oh, sorry. YoonGI. Look man can I steal her away for minute, it has just been so long.” “Actually, we are in the middle of something.” Yoongi clips with a tight smile. “It’ll be quick Min. I'll be right back, promise.” Y/N says, running her hand down Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi’s face drops but he reluctantly agrees, watching them walk off together. “Wicked burn bro.” JK appears eating an ice cream. Yoongi squints at him in annoyance. “Shut up Jay! Who even is that guy?” Yoongi whines. JK swallows a wad of ice cream. “Her ex.” He mumbles, patting Yoongi on the shoulder, walking off. Yoongi drops back into his seat feeling the woes of defeat wash over him. How could he compete with an ex? He drops his head into his hands, breathing deeply to stop the sting of tears from flowing.  

Y/N:

How long had it been since you’d seen Keith, you wonder? “It’s so great to see you Y/N. You look so amazing. How long you in town for?” Keith beams. “Uh, just till after Christmas, then we head back home.” “You and Yoongme.” “It’s Yoongi, don’t be rude.” Keith chuckles. “Sorry. Can't help that I’m a little jealous. I mean, I've never spent the holidays with you and your family. What’s with this guy?” You shake your head. “He’s my roommate and best friend. He had nowhere to go for the holidays. No one should spend them alone. You were always with your family anyway.” “Yeah, but still, I would've spent the holidays with you had you asked.” “It wasn’t really serious between us back then.” Keith chuckles but says nothing. You can see in his face that he is hurt by your words. “I mean we are going to be here today if you want to hang out and catch up?” You offer. “Yeah, I um, I came with some of the guys, but I can ditch them and catch up with you. I think that would be nice.” You smile at him and lead him back to your family.

“Hey guys,” you greet everyone who has begun eating, “You guys remember Keith? He is going to hang out with us for the day. It’s been a while since we have seen each other so we figure it would be nice to catch up.” “The more the merrier baby girl.” Your father chimes in. JK and Yoongi both give you an annoyed look. JK stands nodding for you to follow him. You point for Keith to take a seat with your parents. “What’s up Jay?” “Are you deaf, dumb, or blind? OO, maybe you wanna circle all of the above?” JK clips. “What the hell is your problem?” “My problem? No what is your problem? You’re here with Yoongi.” Your eyes bulge for a moment at his comment. “I am not here WITH Yoongi. We are not together or a thing Jay.” JK rolls his eyes at you. “You know for someone so smart, you're really dumb.” “I don’t know what he told you but...” “He doesn’t have to tell me anything Y/N, I have two eyes that work. Clearly, you don’t. I can't believe that you would ruin something so, so, pure, for Keith! He’s a douche! That’s ok though. We all get what we deserve in life.” You’re left with your mouth hanging open, unsure of how to respond. “Everything ok?” You mother comes over to you and wraps an arm around you. “Yeah, just JK being himself.” She nods and gives you a once over. “Well, I'm going to head inside and get everyone bracelets for the activities. Go and eat something.” She nudges you forward. You walk towards the table and take a seat besides Yoongi. He gives you a tight smile but says nothing. “Are you upset with me?” You whisper. He shakes his head and gives a wider smile. “You would tell me if you were right?” You urge. He takes a deep breath as if he is going to spill the beans before JK comes and shoves his body between the two of you.

“Sorry, I was here first,” He says to you with forced strain, “Yoongi is my partner for the snow tubing. I’m sure you’ll be good with Keith.” “Don't be an ass Jay.” You whisper through clenched teeth. “Don't be a tease Y/N.” JK whispers back. You shove him hard and he shoves you back. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” You father shouts from across the table. “What the hell has gotten into you two?” He asks once the two of you look over at him. “Yeah, Jay what the hell.” You whine. “Sorry Pop. Yoongi and I were just headed to the snow tubing section.” JK gives you a sly grin as your mother approaches with the bracelets. JK grabs two from her and kisses her cheek. You watch and Yoongi follows behind JK, giving you a small wave as he walks off. “Wanna go ice skating?” Keith offers. You shake your head, feeling the sting of jealousy come over you. “Let’s go snow tubing also, I don’t want to break to far away from JK. He can get hot headed sometimes and I don’t want there to be any trouble you know. I mean, is that ok?” “Yeah, sure thing.” Keith nods. You smile and walk over towards the snow tubing station to meet the boys.

Yoongi:

“You sure this is going to work JK?” “Trust me! She’s an over thinker and a control freak. You will have her eating out of the palm of your hand.” Yoongi follows JK up the hill to the top of the mountain, flashing their bracelets to the workers to grab snow tubes. He had filled JK in on Y/N's confession last night but was sure to keep out the sexual stuff. He needed advice on what to do next, especially with Keith showing up. JK immediately switched to anger and confronted his sister, about what, Yoongi had no clue but he could imagine based off their childish display in front of their father. “Now, you have to play indifferent for a bit longer. I know it's hard for you since you seem a bit...what's the word...soft, but I need you to trust me ok?” “I’m not soft. I just don’t like conflict.” “Either way. I know what I'm doing. I have been getting under Y/N’s skin since we were kids.” Yoongi nods, getting in line with JK for the slope. “You have to sit up front since you're lighter than me.” JK notes, pushing Yoongi forward. Yoongi doesn’t say it out loud but he is nervous. The thought of gliding down this mountain isn't exactly on the top of his bucket list. Yoongi fidgets in place, looking at the people in front of him, turning when JK nudges him. “Stick with me kid. I’ll never steer you wrong.” He whispers to Yoongi, nodding his head in the direction of Y/N and Keith walking towards the Snow Tubing area. Yoongi chuckles in disbelief. “How did you know she would follow?” Yoongi asks. “Oh, she can't help herself. Like I said, a total control freak! Come on it's our turn.” Yoongi looks forward and grimaces, allowing JK to fix the snow tube for them to take a seat.

Yoongi plops down, having no choice but to rest his arms on JK’s legs, which are wrapped around him. “Alright guys, ready?” The attendant asks. Yoongi and JK both nod and the attendant quickly shoves them down the mountain. Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat as they speed down the hill, JK’s laugh filling his ears. “Take a deep breath man, this is supposed to be fun!” JK shouts when Yoongi grips tightly at his ankles. Yoongi releases the breath he’s been holding, closing his eyes and allowing the crisp wind to whip past his face. He finds himself chuckling as they hit the bottom. “Not bad right?” JK hops up, reaching out to help Yoongi up. “No, it was fun.” Yoongi responds. “Come on. Let’s go again.” They attach their tube to the electronic trolley that's dragging tubes back up the mountain and make their way, walking, up the slope.

Once atop, they find themselves right behind Keith and Y/N. “Did you have fun?” Y/N asks Yoongi. He nods, looking over as JK points at the line beside Keith and Y/N. He feels bad, wanting to console her as she frowns but JK sees, whispering to Yoongi. “Stay strong, you got this.” You all reach the front of the line at the same time. “We should race.” Keith offers. JK sucks his teeth. “That would be improbable. We have no control over speed here. It's sheer luck!” “Afraid to lose.” “No! There would be no accurate winner here. So, fear is not a factor. Do you not get how gravity works?” Yoongi taps JK's arm and gives him a small nod. “Calm down Jay.” Y/N shouts. “Whatever.” JK just shakes his head, leading Yoongi forward to place the tube down. Yoongi takes a seat but watches as Keith does the same for Y/N, jealousy burning in his veins. He watches as Y/N takes her seat, Keith walking over to whisper to JK, “Don't ever try to embarrass me like that again you little punk or I’ll snap you in half.” “Hey,” Yoongi points at Keith. “Mind your business bro.” Keith hisses towards Yoongi. “Why don’t you threaten me louder so my sister can hear, since you’re feeling brave?” JK taunts. “What's going on?” Y/N asks. “Keith…,” Yoongi begins, until Keith suddenly pretends to slip, knocking into Yoongi’s tube, launching him down the side of the mountain. Yoongi flies backwards, eyes wide. He braces himself, holding back a scream that practically claws at his throat, trying to escape. As he makes his way to the bottom, his tube hits another couples and he goes flying off, legs flailing in the air, before his body falls onto the frozen ground with a thud. Yoongi makes a futile attempt to lift his head right before everything goes black.

Y/N:

You scream his name over and over, trying to claw your way to shake him awake. “Back up! Give him air!” JK yells at you. “Yoongi!” You yell, tears streaming down your face. Your heart dropped when you saw how fast he flew down the hill and it snapped in half when you saw his body hit the ground. JK was much faster than you, sprinting down the mountain the second he saw the tube soar. Now you, JK, Keith, your parents, and a few emergency workers were all crowding around Yoongi’s lifeless body.

One of the workers shouts that he’s breathing, and you cover your mouth crying even harder, relief washing over you. They turn Yoongi on his side, sliding a gurney underneath him and strapping him to it. “Is he going to be ok?” You ask, lip trembling. “Now you’re worried?” JK shouts. “Screw you Jay!” You shout, shoving him. He shoves you back and you stumble onto your butt. “Goddammit! That’s enough from the both of you!” Your father shouts, joining the EMT workers as they load Yoongi onto the ambulance. Your mother pulls you into a hug. “Alright gang let’s get home. Yoongi’s fine with Buck.” You all head back towards your car, JK turning to Keith. “She didn’t mean you.” Keith gives JK a sideways glance but says nothing. “I’ll call you Y/N.” You simply nod, hurrying to catch up to your mother.

Once inside the car your mother clears her throat, adjusting her rear-view mirror to glance at JK's solemn look. “So, what happened up there?” “Keith slipped and knocked Yoongi’s tube down the hill.” JK scoffs at your explanation. “You have something to say son?” “Yeah, he pushed him on purpose.” “Liar!” You yell, spinning in your seat to face your brother. “And why on earth would I need to do that?” “That is a very serious accusation Jungkook.” Your mother raises her brow, using JK’s full name. “You know, I may fool around a lot and maybe you guys think I’m a hot head but a liar I’m not. I know what I saw. Ask Yoongi if you don’t believe me. If he can still remember his name.” JK scowls, turning to look out the window. “You're such a jerk! Why would you say something like that?” You spew at him. He just shrugs. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s wait to hear from Buck.”

You all wait in the living room, for hours, your heart beating frantically impatiently waiting for word from your father. Soon, the door opens, and Buddy runs over to greet whoever entered. You pop up out of your seat when the door to the family room opens. Your father enters, a look of sadness on his face. You heart drops suddenly, and you can't find the words to say. “Is he alright?” JK fills in for you. Your father nods. “He’s great actually. He’s got some bruises and a broken wrist but other than that he's great. Touched by an Angel that boy. I was certain he was going to be concussed but the Doctor’s say he's gonna be just fine.” You drop to the couch and cry, JK breathing a sigh of relief. “When can he see him?” JK pulls the words from your weeping face. “Uh, so, Yoongi decided he wanted to go home. We got him patched up and I checked him out of the hospital and got him on a last-minute flight back. He was feeling out of place and homesick and with the craziness of today, he just wanted to sleep in his own bed.” “He What!” You shout, “But all his things are here. I... I... should call him.” “Let’s give him his space baby girl. He’ll call when he’s landed.” “But pop, you don’t understand...” “I do baby girl. Let’s respect his wishes ok.” “Yeah Y/N, don’t you get it. He hates us!” JK spews, walking off in a huff. Your lip trembles as you try to come to terms with the fact that Yoongi just up and left. “What did I do pop? I ruined everything?” You cry, running into your father's arms.

Yoongi:

Yoongi entered your shared apartment and felt a mixture of ease and sadness. He was a coward, embarrassed after his accident, so much so that he had decided he wanted to run home with his tail between his legs. He just needed to be alone with his thoughts so he could lick his wounds in peace. He went straight for the kitchen, downing water for his parched throat. He eyed his confined wrist; grateful it was his left hand and not his dominant one. He wanted so much to call Y/N, tell her he was a fool for running and that he was sorry but his anger had built up, frustration at her actions. He was ready to confess, tell her everything and she ran off to her ex, leaving him alone, the fool, the now broken fool. He sighed aloud, shuffling toward his room, wondering how he’d shower.

After 30 minutes and the magic of Google, he figured out how to secure his cast so he could shower safely. Now fresh, clean, and comfy. He sat on the couch and pulled out his phone. “Buck, hi, it’s Yoongi. Yeah, I made it back home. I’m ok yeah. Thank you for everything. I’ll pay back every cent I promise. I appreciate your kindness. Thanks again. Have a great Holiday! Alright. Bye bye.” Yoongi hangs up, turning on Netflix and surfing through the holiday section. He lands on The Grind, finding it fitting for the mood he was in. He feels his phone buzz and takes a look down to see Buck calling him back. He is almost hesitant but decides to answer. “Buck, hi.” “It’s Jungkook.” The person responds. “JK, hi.” “You just left.” “I did, I’m sorry. It was better for me to just be home.” “Are you ok? Like are you mad at us?” Yoongi’s heart drops at JK's assumption. “No, of course not. You have all been so kind to me. I just needed to be home. I’ll be fine. I’m tired though so I should get some rest. I’ll call tomorrow.” “You won’t and that’s ok. Look Yoongi, I like you for her. She’s really dumb sometimes but she loves you back. Maybe give her a chance ok. It’s ok if you don’t call tomorrow but please call on Christmas. Promise me.” Yoongi swallows back the lump in his throat. “Sure Jay. I promise.” Seemingly satisfied, JK hangs up.

Y/N:

“What did he say?” You corner JK by the bathroom on your way to your bedroom. “What did who say?” “Don’t screw with me Jay! Yoongi, what did Yoongi say? Pop told me you called him.” JK sighed. “He didn’t say much, just that he would call on Christmas. Sorry Y/N, I wish there was more to tell.” You head off to bed and cry yourself to sleep. The following morning, you wake feeling worse than the day prior, missing Yoongi even more than you thought you could miss another person. “Family! Gather around! I have an idea!” JK bust into the kitchen, showered and dressed. Your parents’ eye him from behind their coffee mug and newspaper respectfully. Everyone stares at each other for a moment, not saying a word. “Well? You want to deliver this bright idea or are we playing charades?” Your father says.

JK nods, clearing his throat. “No one should be alone for Christmas.” He looks around at you all for some sort of reaction but gets none. “Go on Jay spill it!” Your mother sighs. “Uh, yeah, so I say that in the spirit of family and this holiday. If Yoongi can’t be here with us then we should just pack up and bring Christmas to him. I am willing to dip into my savings to pay for last minute flights.” He nods, looking at you for back up. “That’s so sweet Jay and I think it’s a great idea. He would be so surprised. I second JK's idea.” You stand beside JK and face your parents.

They both look at each other and smile. “Well, I am proud to say that I raised two selfless, thoughtful, and giving children. I think it’s a great idea. What do you think?” You father looks over at your mother. “It’s just amazing. I’m so proud of you both.” You put your arm around JK and pull him close. “Let's get a move on then, lots to do, not a lot of time to do it.” Your father stands and you all soon begin to scramble. “Pop,” you stop your father as he walks past you, “I think I'm in love with him.” He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “I KNOW you are baby girl. He’s a good kid. Now come on, we gotta go.” You smile warmly and run off to get ready.

Yoongi:

Yoongi wriggled his fingers, trying to get the blood flowing, feeling extra restricted today in his cast. The doctors warned him of this, but he refused to take any pain medications unless the pain was truly unbearable. He had barely eaten at all and spent the day in his pajamas, watching crappy Holiday movies on Netflix. Before long night had fallen and Yoongi’s eyes began to droop. He groans, turning everything off in the living room and walking to his room. He emerges with a small, wrapped box and enters Y/N’s bedroom. He places the gift on her bedside table, lingering a while, engulfed in her scent. Tears stung at his eyes, loneliness creeping in. He clears his throat of the growing lump and walks off to his room to get some sleep, taking comfort in the thought that she will find the gift when she comes back home.

Yoongi rolls over in his bed, his stomach growling at the scent of coffee and bacon in air. He grumbles to himself, nuzzling his head into his pillow, he refuses to leave the bed today. He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering open at how intense the smell is. “I should eat something.” He mumbles to himself, wondering if the intense scent is being brought on by a combination of pain and starvation. He rises from his bed, giving his body a good stretch and walks out to the living room. “Aw shit! The jig is up.” JK calls out, standing on a ladder, hanging a Merry Christmas sign from the curtains. Yoongi’s eyes frantically look around the living room to find Y/N’s father in the kitchen making breakfast, JK waving from the ladder, Y/N’s mother pouring coffee, and finally Y/N emerging from her bedroom. His mouth drops open in shock. “Surprise.” Y/N says, walking over and hugging Yoongi. He rests his head in her neck, breathing in her scent, slowly closing his arms around her body. “Why? I don’t understand.” Yoongi pouts. “No one should be alone on Christmas.” She replies. “Besides your stuck with us forever.” JK shrugs from the ladder. “How are you feeling love?” Y/N’s mom walks over and hands Yoongi coffee. He accepts it with a smile. “Better now that you are all here with me. You didn’t have to do this. I’m grateful.” Yoongi swallows hard with a nod. “It’s our pleasure. Besides Buck couldn’t sleep at the thought of you dying on his watch.” “Hey! That is not true,” Y/N’s father turns, “I was mildly anxious at best.” Yoongi laughs. “Well, I am filled with joy, really, thank you all.” Yoongi explains, truly overcome with happiness. “Um, Yoongi and I need to talk guys so, give us a minute.” Y/N announces, nodding at Yoongi to follow her into her room. He nods and places his coffee down, walking towards her. “No hanky panky you two.” JK calls out. “Shut up Jay!” Y/N yells.

Yoongi closes the door behind him, taking a seat beside Y/N as she taps a spot on the bed next to her. Yoongi sits around and waits for Y/N to say something, the room becoming awkward. “I love this. It’s so beautiful.” She raises her arm up to display the diamond tennis bracelet Yoongi got her for Christmas. He looked at the side table to see the torn paper and opened box. “I am happy you love it. I thought it was beautiful, like you.” Yoongi nods, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry Yoongi,” He looks up quickly to meet her gaze, “I was so stupid at the slopes. You were trying to have a conversation about what happened between us and tell me how you felt about me and I just panicked. Going off with Keith and trying to tuck away my feelings. It was all so stupid. When I saw you go down that hill I freaked out. I thought I lost you and I was just beside myself. I want to hear everything you have to say and tell you exactly how I feel. All out cards on the table because Yoongi, I’ve fallen in love with you. You are such a beautiful soul and I am so grateful to have you in my life. And I understand if this is a lot and if you don’t feel the same way or if you’re upset with me. You don’t need to say anything right now.” Yoongi looked down, wriggling his fingers. There was so much he has wanted to say. His heart raced and skin tingled with all of the anxious emotions that flooded him. He releases a sigh. “I am happy you came home early. I missed you.” He manages, his mind racing with what the proper thing to say is. “I missed you too. Although I think JK missed you more.” Yoongi laughs at her statement, still sorting through his racing mind. He wanted to tell her so much, all he had been holding back over the years. He grumbles under his breath, frustrated with himself. “I’m in love with you Y/N.” Yoongi soon blurts out, meeting her gaze once again, in shock with himself. Her face softens and she leans forward quickly, pulling Yoongi into a warm kiss. He moans softly, relaxing into the kiss, opening his mouth to her. She takes the opportunity to explore his mouth with her tongue and he is overcome with the thought of how he just wanted to be here with her forever. She moans loudly, suckling at Yoongi’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He whines quietly, trying to lock lips again, wanting her so desperately. She giggles at his neediness. “Don’t worry baby, there’s plenty of time for that. Right now, we should head back out there before JK walks in.” Yoongi groans, looking at the door. “Come, let’s get some food in our bellies and open presents.” He chuckles and allows her to lead him back out to the living area.

Y/N:

JK smiles brightly at you both as you exit the room. “Let’s eat guys.” Your mother says, bringing plates over to the couch due to the fact that you and Yoongi had never bought a dining table, always just eating either at the kitchen Island or around the coffee table in the living room. You all sit together and eat happily. “How are you feeling Yoongi?” Your father asks. Yoongi nods. “Pain sometimes but overall, I’m good. Thank you for everything Buck. I appreciate your hospitality and care.” “Well, your family now.” Your father tells Yoongi, causing everyone to look over at your father in shock. Yoongi stares in shock, cheek full of food. He swallows quickly and chuckles nervously. “Wow, um, thank you. I don’t know what to say.” “Don’t say anything. I’m not big on the mushy stuff.” Your father waves Yoongi off. Yoongi nods with a tight grin, going back to eating. “Alright, alright. Presents!” JK states, standing and walking over towards the suitcases. He pulls over the large bag you all packed with the gifts and unzips it. He begins to hand out presents to your parents, you, and then Yoongi. Yoongi’s eyes widen. “I didn’t get anyone anything. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Yoongi rambles, tugging at his ear nervously. “It’s ok Yoongi. You didn’t need to get anyone anything.” Your mother assures him. “That’s from me. I got it made a couple days after I realized I liked you.” JK explains. “Wow Jay, real nice.” You scold. “It’s ok. I understand. I’m glad I made the cut, and all it took was a broken arm.” Yoongi jokes sarcastically, lifting his wrist. You guys all bust out laughing. “Open them all at the same time guys.” JK instructs and you do as your told. You cover your mouth, taken back at the sweet gesture, glistening from the box. It’s a red crystal ornament, inside contains a family photo you all took at the tree farm. The bottom is inscribed ‘Y/L/N Family Xmas’. You look over at your parent who lean their heads together and kiss. You then look over at Yoongi who stares down at the gift, running his finger along the inscription. “Jay this is so beautiful.” JK nods, “I had them made right after the picture was taken. We aren’t always together so I wanted to make sure we had something to remember one of the best Holiday’s we had together as a family. I love you all. Merry Christmas.” “Thank you JK. This is so thoughtful,” Yoongi looks up finally, eyes full with held back tears, “In fact, I think it’s the most meaningful gift I’ve ever received.” “Aw man! Don’t get all sentimental on me.” JK pouts, rubbing his eyes, and heading over to pull Yoongi into a hug. You giggle at the display, heart full of the bromance that seemingly blossomed overnight.

“Wow Jay. I don’t think I’ve seen you cry since you fell off your bike as a baby.” “Shut up Y/N. I’m not crying.” “Now son, there is no shame in crying.” Your father comforts, standing and pulling JK into a hug next. You give Yoongi your gift for him next and he covers his face with his large hand. “It’s too much.” He whines. “It’s actually not compared to what you got me.” He looks down and tears open the packaging. He admires the black leather-bound binder in his hand. He opens it up and giggles to himself, his whole body shaking. “I remember this, our first dinner together.” He points at a photo. “It’s every moment we’ve ever had together since we met. I printed everything and put it in here. It’s like our book of memories.” He turns the pages admiring the photos. “Y/N, this is amazing. How long did this take you? I mean five years worth of memories. It’s incredible. I love this.” He shakes his head in amazement before leaning over and kissing you gently on the lips. “Ugh, gross. Spare us.” JK groans. You all laugh, opening presents and passing items along to admire. The day passes quickly, spent laughing, snapping new pictures for Yoongi’s album and watching tv together. “Alright, it’s time for us to hit the sack.” Your father declares. “I set up my room for you guys.” You tell them. They nod and head over to you room. “Goodnight guys.” “Night!” You all say in unison. “JK you got the couch.” You turn to tell an already sleeping JK. “We should let him sleep.” Yoongi whispers. You nod in agreement, standing to drape a blanket over him. You walk with Yoongi over to his bedroom and hop into his bed. You nuzzle close to his body and rest your head on his chest. “I’m sorry again for everything.” You whisper. “Don’t be. It’s ok. We all do silly things. Let’s just look forward.” You lift up and lean over Yoongi to lock eyes with him. “And what does ‘look forward’ mean?”

Yoongi:

“What do you want it to mean?” Yoongi asks her. She shrugs coyly. “What do you want it to mean?” Yoongi hated when people answered questions with a question but he knew that this was her attempt at feeling him out. “I want to be with you.” Yoongi states plainly. Her eyes light up. “I want that too.” “Really?” “Yes really. Why does that surprise you?” “I suppose I’ve wanted it for so long. I could never imagine that you would want to be with me. It’s almost like this is a dream. It makes me so happy to hear you say that you want it too.” Yoongi grumbles. He begins to wriggle his confined fingers. “This must be so painful for you.” Y/N whispers, rubbing Yoongi’s digits gently. “It’s not terrible. It feels a bit restricting at times but overall, it isn't the worse thing in the world. My fingers feel like they need a good stretch.” Yoongi laughs. Y/N chuckles a bit, biting her lip. “Maybe they need some TLC.” Yoongi's brows furrow briefly until Y/N brings his wrapped hand to her lips and begins to plant kisses on his fingertips. He bites his lip, allowing a small chuckle to escape. “What are you doing?” Yoongi questions. Y/N shrugs, looking up at Yoongi, lust in her eyes. “Whatever I want.” She whispers, the words flooding Yoongi’s growing shaft. Y/N giggles watching Yoongi mutter nervously, taking one of Yoongi’s fingers in her mouth and suckling it. He groans, feeling the sweet sensation tingle in his ball sack. “Kiss me.” He pants. Y/N releases his digit, crawling up his body and straddling him, pressing into his erection. She leans down kissing him softly at first, small little taps on his pout, and he feels his heart race. He had always pictured this, her teasing him, he craved it. He so desperately wanted her to own him and to be able to give himself to her. He was so in love with her. She kissed him harder now, with more passion, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He gave no fight, instead opening his mouth to her, moaning when she began to grind shamelessly across his length. She pulled away from the kiss, looking him in the eye. “I love you Yoongi. I’ve always loved you.” He moans softly at her confession, lifting off the pillow to wrap his lips around hers. Yoongi sits up halfway, wrapping his arm with his casted wrist around her waist, and sliding his free hand into her hair. Y/N chuckles into the kiss and Yoongi knows it’s because of his massive erection poking into her belly.

He breaks the kiss, looking down, “Sorry, let me adjust.” “No, it’s ok. I like it.” She whispers reaching between them to release his jailed member. Yoongi sucks in a breath when the cold air hits his engorged tip. He feels his face flush when she takes his cock in her hand. “You’re so hard.” Y/N notes, stroking him gently, working just his sensitive tip. Yoongi kisses her immediately to keep from becoming a moaning mess. He can’t help but hitch his hips up into her fist once she begins to stroke his entire length. His mind begins racing, how can this be happening? This has to be a dream. Tomorrow he will wake up and things will be as they were a week ago. “All this honey just for me?” Y/N moans at the sight of Yoongi’s precum spilling onto her closed fist. He nods, looking down at her working him, not caring at the small whine that leaves his throat. “It’s so sexy how sensitive you are.” Y/N whispers in his ear, nibbling on it. He moans unabashedly now, noticing that he’s meeting her strokes with every hitch of his hips, her hand gliding up and down with ease due to his arousal. He feels his balls tighten and his core burn, his cheeks redden with that familiar sensation. “I’m close.” He pants. “I know, your cock is so fucking hard.” She teases by licking the length of his ear. “Really close.” He whimpers. “Not yet baby.” Y/N replies, abruptly stopping. Yoongi groans in disbelief, the pain of his failed orgasm stinging his ball sack, he curls his toes trying to calm his body. He begins to complain but Y/N shushes him, taking him in a long passionate kiss. Yoongi reaches down and grabs his own cock, rubbing at his redden tip. “Please,” He begs between kisses, “I need you.” Y/N bites her lip, removing Yoongi’s hand from his member, lowering herself down so she is face to face with his dick. Yoongi releases a shuddered sigh at the sight.

Y/N swirls her tongue around his tip, sending Yoongi into pure ecstasy. He throws his head back when she takes his entire cock to the back of her throat, lingering for a moment before coming back up to swirl her tongue around the tip again. “God, don’t tease me please.” Y/N looks up at Yoongi seductively, bobbing only on his tip. He curls his toes, thinking about anything under the sun to keep from bursting in her mouth right here and now. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.” She hums softly, taking him in fully again, causing Yoongi to hitch up into her mouth. He bites his lower lip, feeling his body ignite. “Just like that baby.” He encourages, throwing his head back. “What the fuck! No, wait.” He whines, feeling her remove her mouth completely from his cock. “Just a little longer Min.” Y/N whispers kissing him softly. He growls into the kiss, pushing forward to lie her on her back. He angrily pushes her pajama shorts to the side licking a long stripe up her slit, reveling in the way her back arches for him. He laps up her arousal, turned on by how wet she is just from teasing him. He wraps his mouth around her clit, eliciting a moan from her. Pleased with himself, he begins rolling his tongue quickly over her needy bud, grinding his painfully hard cock into the bed to find some relief. This will be quick, he can tell by the way Y/N is moaning, how her hips grind impatiently against his face. It seems to Yoongi that she too has been dying for Yoongi’s mouth, hands, everything to be on her. He begins to shake his head side to side to add more friction to his laps and she gasps desperately, bucking so wildly, Yoongi has to hold her hips to keep her on the bed. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re so good at this. I’m going to cum.” ‘Me too.’ Yoongi thinks, turned on by her needy display mixed in with the fact that he’s been humping the bed like a 12 year old boy. Her breathing is ragged now and Yoongi can feel her drenching his chin. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” She pants, bucking faster against Yoongi’s face. He growls hungrily, lapping up her climax, until she has fully calmed. Yoongi pops up quickly, feeling his as if his balls will burst. “I’m gonna cum too.” He groans, stroking his cock quickly, his balls swelling and tightening at a rapid pace. He focuses his strokes on the tip feeling his core tighten and his orgasm wash over him harder than it ever has. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He announces, his eyes going wide when Y/N positions herself under his swollen tip, mouth open to receive him. She wraps a hand around his balls and tugs gently as hot ropes of his seed begin to fire from his tip and into her open mouth. He trembles, Y/N massaging his sack, her mouth filling to the brim with what seems like more cum than he’s ever produced. He’s a panting mess when he comes down from his high, whimpering watching Y/N swallow down his load. His tip begins to drip a bit and she leans forward to lick it up. “Still hard huh,” Y/N notes, “good. I need you inside of me.” Yoongi swallows hard. “You’re amazing. That was so hot but I don’t have condoms. It’s not like I bring women home.” Yoongi chuckles nervously.

“That’s ok. I’m on birth control and you can pull out if you want.” She whispers, shoving him back, while pulling down his pants fully. Yoongi kicks them off and watches as she pulls her shorts off. “I trust you Yoongi.” She kisses him gently, grabbing his erection and lining it up with her still sopping entrance. She waits a moment for confirmation, and Yoongi gives it, nodding at her vigorously. He needed this too, needed to be inside her, to be one with her. She lowers herself onto his length carefully, Yoongi gasping at how warm and soft she is wrapped around him. If she ever thought he was going to pull out she was out of her mind. This felt too perfect to not explode into, in fact, if she moved an inch right now that’s exactly what he would do. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place, a hint of embarrassment hitting him, he couldn’t believe how she made him feel like such a virgin when he wasn’t. He was so overcome by how amazing everything felt with her, he didn’t want it to end. “Yoongi,” Y/N whispered in his ear, “Are we cock warming or fucking?” He chuckled at her question, realizing that he was still holding her in place. He releases her finally and she wastes no time bouncing up and down his length. “Oh, god.” He moans, grabbing her ass with his free hand and gripping the soft flesh to aid her. “You feel so good inside me. So, perfect.” She moans, wrapping her arms around Yoongi’s neck. She tucks her knees into his hips now, and uses just her waist to lift herself up and down his cock. Yoongi bites his lip, the feeling so great, he looks over to the door now, wondering if they locked it. “Y/N, did we lock the door.” He moans. “Shut up Yoongi.” She scolds, shoving him onto his back and picking up her speed. Yoongi obliges, gripping her ass once again and spreading her cheeks apart as he thrust upwards into her pussy. He pants wildly, feeling his orgasm build up. Not willing to cum this quickly, he lifts her up, turning them over. Y/N whines when his cock slips out of her. “Sorry baby.” He whispers to her. He lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, effortlessly entering her once she is comfortably on her back. He bottoms out so rapidly, he cries out accidentally. “So sensitive.” Y/N teases. She was right however, he was so deep at this angle, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He begins fucking her at a slow pace, thinking this is a good idea, it isn’t! The softness of her cunt engulfing his sensitive tip combined with added pressure from her clenching her walls around his shaft, has him drowning in euphoria. He lifts his thumb to her lips and moans when she takes it in her mouth to suck on it. His balls immediately tighten and he finds himself chasing his releases. He yanks his now soaked thumb from her lips and begin to rub rapidly on her clit. She gasps, closing her eyes and clenching around him. “Fuck.” He whispers. He picks up his pace and begins to ram his cock into her, the lurid sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. “Yoongi, I’m cumming. Please, I love you.” Y/N cries out. Her walls fluttering around him as he relentlessly drills into her. His head falls back, that sweet burning feeling washing over him, his core tightening causing his pace to falter. “Don’t pull out.” Y/N whispers. Yoongi smirks at her “Wasn’t planning on it.” He thrust forward, crying out when his release begins to fill her walls. She moans with him, pulling him forward. He drops her leg from his shoulder and kisses her, thrusting gently now as he comes down from his high. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Yoongi.” He kisses her again. A slam on the door causes them both to jump but not disconnect. “Love each other quietly please,” JK’s voice can be heard from the other side of the door, “Some of us are sleeping mere inches away from you. God! Disgusting.” He trails off. Yoongi and Y/N begin laughing together in hushed whispers. “Guess we’ve scarred him for life huh?” Y/N shrugs, kissing Yoongi again. “Best Christmas ever huh Min.” Y/N declares. “Yeah. Nothing better than being home for the holidays, especially since now my home is with you guys.” Y/N smiles up at Yoongi and he is so overcome with joy. This is all he’s ever wanted and even if he woke tomorrow and it was a dream, it was the best one yet.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

[feelingfolegandros]

Day 2,3,4, - Wednesday, October 28 - Friday, October 30 2020

Apparently I’m a masochist, because I scheduled two client sessions for my second day back. Well, technically they scheduled themselves that day, but I blame myself for opening my calendar up so soon. Oh well, c’est la vie! I am blessed to have work! Especially work that doesn’t really feel like work. And really, the most lovely people somehow want to work with me, so that feels great. 

The first one was at 9:30am, and I thought I’d do it in my bedroom, because I have a little desk setup in here that is something in between a coffee table and a side table with a very loungey chair with pillows to cushion my butt.. I love it. However, the internet in this room doesn’t always love me. The connection in this particular room isn’t so stable, and it was making it difficult to have a flowy conversation with my client. After moving into the main room where B.W. was working away on her laptop (we’ve joked that it’s our coworking space), I couldn’t concentrate... When I have a one-on-one session, I really need total silence and privacy otherwise it kind of all goes to shit haha...I decided to ask my client to reschedule and she happily obliged. Phew! We had our proper session the following morning (Thursday) and it went well. 

On Thursday, I turned on TV in the living room/ coworking space for the first time and someone’s Spanish Netflix account was still logged in. Score! Not because I need to use a Netflix account (My Dad pays for a shared family account, thank you very much), but because I didn’t have the patience to figure out how to log in or type in my Dad’s email with the freaking TV remote. I gleefully watched Season 4 Episode 1 of Keeping Up with The Kardashians while lying down on the couch eating pasteli (I think that’s what they’re called.. It’s these Greek snacks made of sesame seeds and honey). I don’t think I’ve seen this season before… But it takes place c. 2009 or so when Khloé has her whirlwind romance with Lamar Odom and they get married about a month after they first start dating. Honestly… iconic. I found myself drawing parallels between Khloé and myself. The situation with my boyfriend also feels like quite a whirlwind although I’m not expecting a proposal nor a wedding anytime soon. However, I can’t say I haven’t already fantasized about our Big Fat Greek Beach Wedding, possibly held at the same taverna we met at. 

On Wednesday night, I went for a solo walk in the early evening in Chora. I love being alone here. I spent a lot of time alone on Folegandros when I came for the second time from mid-September to early October. Later, Z.X. came over, mostly because he forgot his phone charger. He ate too much and was a bit stressed about some things regarding his house (which he is renovating himself) so I made him a mint tea. The next morning (Thursday), I discovered we had fresh mint in the garden! So lucky! The mint made an appearance later the same day when I brought a bunch of it to my friend C.D.’s house. He is the brother of the bride of the wedding where Z.X. and I met. I met C.D. at the taverna he works at in the summer alongside his sister. They’re both amazing and funny and warmhearted. C.D. basically lives next door to B.W. and I, and we both paid him a visit - bundle of mint in tow. He boiled water in a traditional Greek coffee contraption for our tea, and we all drank our beverages outside, even though it rained earlier that day. He made himself a freddo espresso with milk. 

C.D. worked in IT in Athens for much of his life, but moved here at the end of January for a fresh start, away from city life. The four of us - the two Greeks Z.X., C.D., and the two Berliners B.W. and I all moved here for the same reason this year… Very interesting! It’s nice to be around people that are all still enthusiastic about the island. Some OG locals, ie. those who were born and raised here, are a little more jaded after the decades they’ve been here. Living somewhere, anywhere, long enough, you’re bound to find things about it that irritate you, even if you live on an island where each beach you go to is more beautiful than the next. 

Today is Friday. Z.X. proposed we go to the beach today, so he picked B.W. and I up around 13h. Before that, we put a load of laundry in and I took the garbage we’ve accumulated over the past couple of days to the bins near the bus stop. (It’s important to note that the plumbing here on Folegandros like much of Greece, is not that robust, so you’re not supposed to flush paper down the toilet. So most people put their used toilet paper in a bin. Hence, part of the reason why we had accumulated two medium-sized bags of garbage in a few days.) I realized on my way back home that there were bins much closer to the house. Another too-late realization was that the shortcut I took on the way there cut through a sheep’s / goat’s pasture. I did notice some poop as I was walking through, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Are goats chill? I have no idea… I won’t take the risk again, and I also noticed two locals taking the official shortcut which doesn’t involve shuffling over two waist-height concrete walls… It involves using makeshift ladders to scale them! 

Back to the beach! This time, we went to Livadi beach near the port. While B.W. was gleefully swimming parallel to the shore, Z.X. and I were standing about ankle-deep in the water. Suddenly, we felt the submerged sand below us slowly, surreally shift. (Too many “s” words, but I’m leaving it… hahahah) I’m not sure who mentioned it first, but we soon concluded it must have been an earthquake. It reminded me of the only other time I felt one - just over a decade ago when I worked in a giant office building one summer. To me, it felt like a strange tear in the time-space continuum, a strange physical and existential headache, and like techtonic plates below were shifting (which I guess they technically are). Anyway, Z.X. and I got out of the water, more in awe than afraid, and he called one of his friends, who also felt it, and experienced it as dizziness. He checked his phone and there was indeed a 6.6 earthquake further north in Greece. On Samos, two teenagers lost their lives, and in neighbouring Turkey, there were more deaths and injuries as part of the country experienced a tsunami. 

Z.X. and I planned to see each other next on Saturday night, but he called me later on Friday saying that Ireni’s Restaurant (my favourite) was serving rabbit tonight, he was going to eat there with a few of his friends, and would I like to join? Hell yes I would… Hell yes I did. Ireni - a Greek grandmother / matriarch / goddess / chef extraordinaire - obviously stewed those rabbits for us like they were the last rabbits she’d ever stew. They were served very simply with French fries, but we also had chorta (bitter greens) and Greek salad before the main event. Everyone drank alcohol… white wine and Raki I believe, probably beer too, while I had my usual neró (water). It was my first time eating at Ireni’s since the summer, and I was so delighted to be back there. Meeting Z.X.’s friends was great too. One of them lives on Folegandros too, and has a lot of common with Z.X. The other two live in Sifinos (either that or Sikinos… so confusing!) and were in town for a month or so. They could all speak varying degrees of English (more than my pathetic amount of Greek) and it was yet another elbow in the side from God or whoever to learn some more of this beautiful language. Photos from that meal below...

That’s all for now. I have a lot of catching up to do on my daily life here… Both in writing and in general (all shall be revealed soon), but I hope you’re enjoying reading all of this, whoever you are....

[writingsofadream]

Chapter Five | It’s Getting Hotter 

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader 

Story : You knew being an intern at BigHit wouldn’t be easy, but you’d never imagined Jungkook would make it even harder.

You are a new intern at Big Hit, and you get to meet the boys. Set in the real world (as opposed to an AU), and just before the Love Yourself: Tear comeback. 2.1k words in this chapter. 

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Sitting in the plush of her excessively fluffy carpet, you help Suwoo finish off the last screw of her damn Ikea table. Between the two of you, it had taken almost a whole hour. Snacking and laughing in between, it was no wonder you’d been able to finish it at all.

“I just can’t believe you heard him TALK. You breathed the same air as MY Jimin! That’s so crazy to me…” Suwoo shakes her head in disbelief as she says this, a little jealous but mainly just amazed. “You’re sure there’s no way you could sneak me in?” She cocks her head naughtily.

“Fuck no. I actually wanna keep this internship to its end. And it was hard enough for me to get in, let alone sneak a whole other person in.” Your smile is tightlipped as you think about what you’re risking tonight.

“Urgh, that is super no fun. Can you at least mention me to him? Her eyes are sparkling with ambition.

“I told you, I haven’t seen any of them since that first day. They’re very elusive.” Well, that wasn’t quite true. But you sure as hell couldn’t tell Suwoo otherwise. Suddenly, your phone gives a slight buzz from the newly constructed, slightly ugly Ikea table.

12:03pm What are you up to? Are you still coming tonight?

You pull your phone closer to you as Suwoo inspects some of the questionable screws, tightening them once more just in case.

12:04pm I’m helping my friend build an Ikea table. Well, we just finished. What are you doing? 

Pressing send, you then added another message as an afterthought.

12:04pm Yea, I think I’m still coming tonight. Not if you bug me about it though!

“Who are you messaging?” Suwoo’s question brings your head up from your phone, and you turn the screen off hastily.

“No one. Just my brother.” The lie is clumsy and rushed, but she seems to accept it anyway.

“Ohhhhh,” she replies as she nods her head knowingly. “How is he? Has he finally proposed to that dutiful girlfriend of his?”

You respond with a smile, since this is a long debated topic between you two. At 28, he should definitely be proposing sometime soon, especially since they’d been together for ten long years. And yet, for some reason that completely eluded you both, he just hadn’t popped the question yet.

“Not yet. But hopefully any day now. She’ll definitely be relieved when it happens!”

Ding. Your phone.

12:06pm Okay, okay. I’m in dance practice right now. I’d show you some moves, but they’re actually top secret kekekekeke

You considered replying, but the nagging voice at the back of your head told you not to. What if Jungkook’s messages were seen by someone else? One or two might be semi-explainable, but 50 or so? No way. The more you talked, the more dangerous it was. And besides, you were risking enough by agreeing to go and see him tonight. So no, you weren’t going to reply. At least, not yet.

You and Suwoo set the kitchen back up, now with the Ikea table taking centre stage. You both agreed that it wasn’t actually THAT bad, and it was good enough for the moment. You moved around around a few different pieces, including some pretty heavy pieces. Collapsing onto the couch, Suwoo pulled out a block of chocolate for you both to share and some lemonade. After scrolling through Netflix for a minute or so, your suggestion of the anime movie Your Name won, and the opening credits started up.

Cracking open her can of lemonade, Suwoo turns to you. “So, have you thought about going on that date yet or no?”

Suwoo has been trying desperately to have you go on a date with her little brother. He was also 19, and nice enough, but you really didn’t have any kind of spark. He seemed to feel the same way, but Suwoo was intent on having you both try out at least one date.

“No! I told you, we don’t match. He’s nice, but he’s nice as a friend and nothing more. Stop pushing it!” You say the last line loudly, giving her a joking death stare.

Grabbing the pillow next to her, Suwoo gives you a gentle thump with it. “Oh come on! You two would totally be cute together if you actually went somewhere and had fun! Just once, that’s all I’m asking!”

At your refusal, she simply thumps you again with her weaponised pillow, this time harder than the first. “You’re so annoying! Say yes, or I’ll keep thumping you!”

Realising your supposed best friend will cause you bruising if you continue your resistance, you decided the path of least resistance is probably for the best. Sighing, you give your resignation.

“Fine. We’ll go out to a club together.”

Her squeal is audible, and she happily jumps back now, pillow now sitting harmlessly back at her side. “Perfect. I knew you’d cave eventually!” A cheeky wink follows this, and she sips her lemonade victoriously.

Rolling your eyes, you feel yourself smile despite the arrangement. Suwoo was unlike anyone else you knew; she was funny and silly, and didn’t take anything seriously. Being around her was never boring, and no matter what the outcomes, you never felt hard done by any of her ‘evil genius’ plans.

The soft buzz of your phone from your lap takes your attention from your thoughts down to the screen, where the message stares back up at you.

1:10pm What do you want to eat tonight?

You typed out the words ‘just ramen will be good with me’, but then had more second thoughts. Fuck. You should spend as little time there as possible.

1:11pm I’ll eat before I come.

You sounded so mean. It wasn’t your intention, and guilt bubbles up in your stomach. Suppressing it, you remind yourself of all the reasons you couldn’t be yourself around him or when talking to him. For starters, the whole situation shouldn’t even be real. The familiar ‘fuck’ floats across your thought process, the word summarising your feelings about it all. What a potential mess. But god, he was so..everything.

The ding of your phone signifies his reply, and for some reason your heart tightens at the blunt, two letter response.

1:13pm Ok.

Was he upset? You started thinking of what you could possibly respond, wanting to make things better even though you shouldn’t. Suwoo’s slap to your leg jolts you back, pulling you out of your confusing emotions.

“Are you gonna watch this fucking thing or not? It was your choice babe, and I’m sure your brother can wait!” Her look is justifiably annoyed, so you instantly turn the screen off and slip the phone into your purse, where it can’t disturb you any further.

“Okay, I’m back.” You visibly roll your eyes at her again, and she mockingly does it back to you. The two of you explode with laughter, and after some more joking around you both settle back, snacking away and enjoying the rest of the movie.

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Finally, you arrived back at your apartment. Checking your watch after closing the door behind you, it showed you 4:13. You hadn’t realised you’d stayed so late, but at least the two of you had finished what you’d gone for and had a much-needed catch up. Pulling your phone out, you checked it for any waiting messages.

1:47pm I’ll buy some snacks in case you’re still hungry.

2:51pm If you’re ignoring me that’s pretty mean.

4:03pm Are you still coming? Let me know.

Fuck, you’d totally forgotten about replying. However, tonight’s plans had been constantly popping into your mind. Throughout the movie, every semi-romantic moment made you think of him, and during the train ride home going to Jungkook’s tonight had been all you’d thought about.

Your reply was short, but decidedly sweeter than the others.

4:15pm Yes, I’m still coming. Sorry for taking so long.

His reply was almost instantaneous, buzzing on your marble tabletop.

4:15pm Were you busy, Y/N?

You decided to reply honestly. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him about your day, surely.

4:16pm Yea, I was. We sat down and watched a movie, so I totally forgot to message you back. I only just got home, actually.

You waited for a few minutes, expecting to see typing bubbles pop up or a new message flash onto the screen. After nothing came up, you put the phone down somewhat reluctantly. You liked talking to Jungkook, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. There was undeniably something between you two, and you weren’t sure you liked it. It was…emotional, but also overly sensual. Sexual even. It was like two magnets being drawn to one another.

You plugged your phone into the kitchen charger, and headed for your bedroom. Jungkook had said you could take a taxi there at 5, since the boys were heading out early. You had agreed, since this meant you would most likely be able to leave earlier as opposed to later. Looking over your wardrobe, you found yourself reaching for a little black dress you owned, but rarely wore. It was tight, and showed off your cleavage. It’s thin straps and plunging neckline were attractive, and the length came to you mid-thigh. You were tempted, but shook yourself. What were you doing? This wasn’t a date.

You instead grabbed a light grey overall dress, which complimented your hips rather than your breasts. It looked much more acceptable, and you brushed out your hair to a shine before tugging on some white converse with light pink ankle socks, which frilled at the top. You looked cute, sure, but definitely not sexy. Which was a good think, you supposed. Heading back out to the kitchen, you checked your phone for the time, but the text caught your eye first.

4:30pm I just got home too, and I’m showering first. The boys are all leaving in 10, so you can definitely be here by 5. I’ve told the front desk to let you up, but you’ll have to show ID. And don’t worry Y/N, they’re really professional, no one will find out.

4:31pm I’m really looking forward to seeing you.

Your reply is too flirty for your own good, and you only regret it once it’s sent.

4:32pm Ditto.

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The taxi dropped you off out the front of Hannam the Hill, one of the most luxurious and expensive apartments in Seoul. In order to even get to the front of the reception, you’d already had to show ID to three different people. After thoroughly checking it and calling multiple different people, they’d finally let your taxi pass through. The whole time you’d been messaging Jungkook, but he hadn’t replied, which had made the whole ordeal harder and more stressful. You had no clue who they’d called or told, but you felt somewhat relieved to have even been let through.

Paying the taxi, they turned and sped back out. You headed into the reception building, which was modern and undeniably expensive. Living somewhere like this would be almost out of a dream, you thought as you approached the woman. You told her you were there for the boys’ apartment, mentioning it by number only. Asking for your ID, you willingly passed it across to her. Smiling, she nodded and buzzed you through, giving you an elevator key.

The elevator was gold and red, exuding money. In your plain dress you felt out of place, and after everything that had happened to get in you felt almost embarrassed. Checking your phone, it buzzed in your hand just as the screen lit up.

4:56pm Shit, I’m sorry! I was showering. Did you make it up okay? Is everything good? Where are you?

The elevator ping sounded, and the doors opened out to a small corridor leading to a front door. Taking a deep breath, you walked up and ran the bell.

The door opened within a few anxious seconds, and a wet-haired and shirtless Jungkook answered the door. A towel tied around his waist, his abs were within your reach, glistening and defined. His muscles are…unbelievable. Jerking your eyes up to his equally handsome face, his eyes are amused and his smile cocked to the side.

“Like what you see?” His voice is teasing, and hot blush spreads across your cheeks. Indignant, you snap back a reply.

“It’s okay, I guess. Are you going to let me in, or just stand there?” Smiling, he opens the door wider and you get a glimpse at the modern, expensive interior.

Fuck.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi! So, the next chapter is going to be...super smut! After this the story really picks up, don’t worry - I have big plans for it! If I’ve made any mistakes (like typos or anything) please message me so I can fix them! Thanks :) 

[conorpmaynard]

All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!

~~

You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.

“Check!”

“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.

“Olivia?”

“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.

“Makeup?”

“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”

“Computers?”

“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”

“What?”

You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

~~

It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.

~~

“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.

@y/i/n/

spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.

@aliiibooo

a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.

@oliviaaaaaa

LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.