#min yoogi x y/n

[mymuseagustd]

#3 All I Want Is A Break (Part 2)

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut 

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ Smut

Word count: 3.5K+

PART 1

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"Baby…" Yoongi's lips were going down my neck, but it was his voice that was pulling me in more. I was sure it was just his voice that could get me off. We hadn't ever tried it, but I was sure if it ever came to the point where only his voice was available, I would still be all set. "Stop dreaming about me when I'm next to you," He bit my chin lightly, pulling me out of my trance.

"Don't call me baby," I slid my hands down his body and groped his still-covered cock when he had me stripped instantly.

"But, you're my baby," He pouted, pushing his lips out. "How will people know you're mine?" his fingers moved in and out of me like they had known their way around my body since forever. They had, and it felt nice to belong to someone. I had seen a house where love was always transactional. With Yoongi, nothing ever was. He always gave, was always patient, and I was so in love with him.

"Okay, you can call me baby. Make sure it's always loud and clear," I pushed him down the bed, so I could get him out of his tight jeans and show him my true devotion to him. "Make everyone hear you, so they know who you belong to as well,"

"Baby…" He moaned, his hands pulling my hair together, as I wrapped my tongue around him, "Baby…."

"BABY!"

My head jerked and hit my bedside table.

"BABY!" Taehyung was yelling from the kitchen, his favourite thing to do when he took up cooking which was very often. I sat up straight and looked around my room. I was spending too much time in it. The sweat on my neck couldn't really confirm my emotion behind the kind of dream I was having, but my body was very frustrated. This was the longest I had gone without any action, and with the accumulating stress, the last two months had not been easy.

"BABY, BABY, BABY!" Tae sang/shouted again.

"Don't call me baby." I groaned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

"Finally! You're up! You've been sleeping all morning, and I'm making fajitas," He was awfully chirpy for 2 PM.

"My body is too pent up. I think I need to take some dancing classes to get it moving cause the gym is making it worse," I sat down on the counter, treating myself to some sour cream with some leftover chips.

"I think you need to get fucked," Tae said nonchalantly.

I paused, "you think I should go ask Yoongi for some? We didn't really discuss this break…"

"No, you broke up with him. It was evident he has moved on when we all saw him at the club. You need someone new," I gulped as Tae spoke. He realised my discomfort, "Look, Y/N, I'm not going to lie to you and make it sound like it is better than what's reality. I hate seeing you like this, though. And we have discussed this. His asking for a break was unfair. And, even though you have painted an amazing picture of him for us, he is still not out that door asking you back."

"I know, I know," I nodded. We had discussed this a lot. "I just am not ready for a relationship."

"Relationship? No one is recommending that. No, you have been with one guy your entire life! And healing that scar will need a lot of therapy which, by the way, congratulations for starting, but there are one-night stands, rendezvous, situationships waiting to be explored. Please don't get a boyfriend, get a fuck-friend."

"Ooooh, like Nadia…" I smirked. Nadia was very interested in learning the ins and outs of the course she was sharing with Tae and was not against studying the ins and outs of Tae. The poor girl was infatuated with him, and Tae was playing the classic fuckbuddy.

"Yeah, exactly like Nadia!" This poor boy was so clueless.

"Okay, I will let you know when I am ready for a rendezvous, is it?" I said, disgusted. "Gross, what is wrong with you?" I walked off.

"It's what it's called!" He laughed.

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"Jae, I really don't want to meet anyone new. Trust me!" Yoongi wanted to clarify, but Jae was too excited to meet the girls he had met at his internship. Yoongi repeated it twice in the car and then at the club, but Jae was not receptive.

"Tia! Hey baby! Here lemme introduce you to my friend, Yoongi!" Tia was a design major from the same university, and even though she was lovely and sexy in the little black dress she wore, Yoongi was not interested. He wasn't rude, though, so he introduced himself and kept talking to her through the night.

They were laughing about something insignificant when Maria came up wanting to take pictures. Yoongi instinctively put his arms around her, stopping her from falling as he made her laugh again. The pictures were clicked, and Tia tightened his arm around her, bringing herself closer. Yoongi was a bit surprised. It wasn't like he wasn't offered chances to be with other women, but no one had been that forward. Usually, Y/N was with him, so the territories were always established, more by him for her, than for himself. Y/N, she was..is gorgeous, he thought. She could light up a party just by walking into it. Made everyone feel included, except when she was nervous, like she had been with his new friends, and that's when she kept herself very close to him. He liked how she fit into his body like she was just made for him. Tia kept coming closer to Yoongi, sticking her body to him, and it felt so foreign he had to take a step back, "let me get us a drink?"

"Yeah! I'll come with you!" Tia nodded, and they made their way down to the bar.

"What would you like?" Yoongi asked Tia, trying to get the bartender's attention.

"Vodka soda!" Tia waved her glass and looked around, "hey! That's Jungkook!" Tia yelled, pointing at the dance floor for Yoongi to place him, "He is the coolest human in my design class! His work is insane!" Yoongi's eyes followed Tia's direction to the dance floor. There he was, dancing and making a girl swirl to the beat as she laughed. He stumbled, his back hitting the bar. "You okay?" Tia asked.

His eyes didn't leave her. She looked gorgeous, somewhat thinner. Why was she thinner? But so sexy, dancing to the beat on the stage. Y/N did have a way of capturing the scene. She threw her head back as Jungkook whispered something in her ear and swirled her around with him.

"Yoongi?" Tia repeated.

"Yeah, yes, I am good, I'm good, here," He handed her the glass. "When you go up, could you let Jae or Sara, even Maria know that I've left? I'm just gonna go home. Not feeling too well." He left for the door before Tia could respond.

He felt weird. "I wanted this, I wanted this," He repeated, waiting for the cab to arrive.

"Leaving already?" Tara came and stood next to him.

"Feeling weird, are you going back too?" He asked, and she nodded. "Join me," He pointed to his booked cab ride.

"I met Y/N," she said.

"Yeah?"

"She'll be fine."

Yoongi just nodded, "You really think I could also find out who I am with her?" Tara looked at him in question. "That's what you were going to say, right? Before Jae came in?"

Tara nodded, "I've known Jae and Sara since school. And Sara likes you, that should've been the first sign to not listen to that shit."

"I didn't… I'm not naive. I didn't take their idea and follow through," Yoongi explained. "My parents have been discussing marriage. They bought the ring too, can you believe it? That is my thing to do when we are ready!"

"I thought she was your best friend?" Tara questioned.

"She is my best friend. And I'm being selfish. I know. But I'm all she has ever known. Do you know what her mum said before we left for uni? She said, 'wow, looks like Y/N is in my tracks of having one man for life.' God, her parents are so toxic."

"I don't get your point?" Yoongi was more in his head than in his ongoing explanation to Tara.

"What if one-day Y/N realises that she doesn't want to be like her mom? She hates her parent's relationship, and they were together since school as well. What if she realises that what we have can translate into what her parents made of their marriage?"

"Wow, I thought you left her cause you wanted to figure out life for yourself."

"I did. I do. I want us to have a chance to figure out what not being together feels like. So, that we are sure we want this. I want to explore being young and single for a bit. Just being with myself and not having my life dictated by my parents. And she will see this. She is smart. I just don't want to have any expectations for once."

"Okay, I'm no shrink. But you need help, Yoongi," Tara cut him off. "And you clearly are very confused about her place in your life. If you don't love her, end it! It will do you both good!"

"What the fuck? When did I even say that?" Yoongi yelled. "I do love her." He wasn't in doubt at all.

"Oh, did you tell her that you were feeling stuck? Scared? Claustrophobic?"

"I literally didn't say any of those things," Yoongi sighed. Clearly, Tara did not understand his situation.

"Yeah, you're not naming it. But it is what it is. You just threw her out of your life cause Jae told you his story of toxic romances and girlfriends not having a life. And Sara, who is fucked up, by the way, made it like Y/N didn't have a life without you. And you agreed to it the entire night, and the next we know is that you are not with her anymore," Tara really did like Y/N more. "And what if she likes this break and finds someone new? What will you do?"

Yoongi didn't respond. He hadn't thought this through.

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"So, you remember, Jungkook?" Zoya asked me as we climbed the mountain. No one could change Tae's plan, and here we were, climbing this stupid mountain under the sun.

"Who?" I asked, trying to blink through the sweat.

"The hunk who you danced with all night, you lil minx!" Zoya tickled her.

"Yes, he texted me." I laughed. "Wants to grab a coffee with me," Zoya raised her eyebrow, "soon too!"

"And, what did you say," she asked.

"I really don't want to go on a date, so I asked him if we can meet as friends," It was all that I could offer. "And we are going to meet next week."

"Are you okay? Seeing Yoongi? With that chick?" She asked.

"I don't know. I'm not thinking about it," I told her honestly.

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Classes had started again, and all my time not working was spent at the library. I had taken up a research project, and the readings were driving me crazy. It was 11 PM, and I was still here. Thankfully, my therapy was going great. We were reworking my narrative about belonging to someone. I should belong to myself first before giving a part of myself to someone else.

With Yoongi, I had made him my safe haven, which was not fair to either of us. She made me see how I was more dependent on him and how that had influenced so many of my life decisions. Like not going on the trip with all my girlfriends because Yoongi wasn't interested or not taking classes or going to movies which I liked because Yoongi might not have enjoyed them. Instead of treating him as my friend and partner, I was wrapping my life around his choices which made me more like a crutch. Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to move on.

It had been more than three months, though, and I was okay. I missed my friend more than I missed anything else. We could talk about anything. Talk about our future, our interests, and our problems. He just got it without me having to explain it to him. He was truly my best friend. But relationships evolve, and maybe that would be us.

If he was here right now, he would totally understand why I was getting competitive in my class and why I felt I needed to take on this stupid research project.

"This is an announcement for all students. We will close the front desk in 30 minutes. Please come to the front desk for any books intended to be taken out of the library."

"Ugh!" I quickly picked up my books, which I wanted to issue under my name, and ran to the front desk. "Hey! I can still continue studying here, right?" I asked the librarian.

"Yes, we are just closing the counter." He nodded.

"Great," I really needed to finish these readings cause Tae had Nadia over, and they were unreasonably loud at night.

"Hey," I felt a shiver down my spine.

I turned around, "Yoongi…uh…hi."

"Need help carrying those?" He asked, looking at the mountain of books, the librarian was issuing for me.

"Ah no, I'm good. I carried them all here," I smiled. I pulled the books towards me.

"Wait, let me help. Can I just have this book?" He asked the librarian, who quickly issued his book. "Here," He took half my bunch, "where to?"

"Umm, I'm looking for a comfy place," I looked around.

"I know the perfect spot! C'mon," He walked off before I could respond.

We took the lift to the 5th floor, "We have a dedicated space for the architecture wing, and that place has this tiny room, with the comfiest floor sofa with a table and a coffee counter in the next room." Yoongi explained, all excited.

"Oh, we don't have to. I can find a place…."

"You'll love it. C'mon," He sped up again before I could argue.

To his word, the place was so comfy. It also had a wall of floor-length windows at the other side of the table with a beautiful view of the campus. We sat down next to each other, and I sorted my readings.

"Are you prepping for a paper?" He asked, pulling his notebook out as well.

"Research project," I answered.

"Ah," he nodded. "Read on," He smiled, getting ready to read as well.

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Yoongi couldn't help staring at her in between reading his book. She kept biting her pencil trying to sort through her sticky notes because she always started with a colour coding system which fell apart within minutes. It was a while before she took a break and just looked out of the window.

"How are your classes going?" He asked. He had been dying to speak to her. For the first time ever, he didn't know what was happening in her life, and he had so much to tell her too. He liked this, though, sitting next to her. It felt like home.

"Not bad. It's tough, but I'm trying to do better," She responded.

"What about yours?" She asked.

"Tough. It is very new. I had to make a model the other day, and all I wanted was that little sticky tape you had for your earrings. You know, the one you stick behind your-"

"Ear tape? It's to help with the weight," She laughed.

"Fuck yeah, it would have helped so much to hold the weight of this stupid model," Yoongi took out his phone to show her pictures. The wallpaper was still her, which she didn't comment on, "look at this. It took me more than 10 days to make this, and the professor threw it against the wall."

"Wait, what the fuck?"

"Don't worry! He ended it by saying that people who had their projects thrown against the wall should be proud, which was me and four more of us."

"Proud?"

"Yeah, ours was worth him looking at and critiquing, and the other 20 kids had failed." Yoongi continued, telling her stories of all she had missed, and she instinctively told him all of hers. It was so comfortable. It was like a habit. They went out to get coffee and kept talking about places they had eaten, new content they had seen, and people they had met. "Oh, I have a friend, Jungkook, who can really help you design this landscape. I can speak to him if you like. I think he uses that software. Atleast I think so. Yeah, you can't let that bitch win? How dare she claim your idea as hers!"

"That'll be nice," Yoongi gulped, remembering him from the club, and it shook him from the trance he was in right now. "You'll be surprised. I've met loads of people like her." he didn't want their conversation to end.

They keep talking as they leave the library to walk home. Their home, which was no longer theirs, but they don't realise it as they open their takeaway order on the table and sit down to eat.

"Ugh, my back hurts so much these days. I feel like I'm sitting and reading all the time!" Y/N stretched on the sofa as she finished showing him her research proposal.

"Come here, let me massage it a bit," Yoongi made her turn so her back for facing his front. "Relax your shoulders," he massaged her neck, just like she liked it. She moaned as Yoongi hit her spots, and it went right down to his dick. It had been so long since they had been together, and the noises she was making had him a little dizzy at this time of the night. "Do you like it, baby?" He asked her.

She nodded, tipping her head back as his hands went down her back, kind of dizzy herself with this feeling. It was instinct. It had to me. You couldn't tell who kissed first, but Yoongi's lips were on her, warm, fervent against hers. His hands went around her neck, tipping her face down and kissing her deeply.

"Oh gosh, Yoongi," She moaned, turning her body and climbing his lap. She could feel him hard, thick against her core, as she wrapped her body around his and pulled him in further. Yoongi couldn't pull her close enough to him. He wanted to touch all of her, all at once, have her in his veins, for it had been too long that he had her so close. It was an injustice to not have her this close to him at all times, it was wrong, and he could not think of one reason why he had let this happen.

She raised her arms as he pulled her oversized hoody off. She looked like sin, in just her bra and underwear in her hoody she liked wearing as a dress. She wastes no time getting his clothes off while trying to get him closer to her. He is so hard against her, and when he plunges into her, it feels like time stops, and it is just them at this moment.

"You feel so good," He moans, pulling her closer and kissing her all over her chest as she moves in his lap. "Please don't stop."

"I'm never going to stop," she whispers, getting his lips on her again. He fucks into her until she is sobbing in his arms and then cumming around his cock. She bites his shoulder as he releases inside her, holding her close, with her head on his chest. "Stay," he says, and Y/N can't think of anything else as she falls asleep in his arms.

Y/N has placed this sofa in their house, in a way where the light hits it directly during the sunrise. That's how he knew she was gone before the sun was up.

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One more part and we wrap? I wanted to show more of a journey for them. 

What do you think? 

Give me your thoughts on what you want to happen next if you like?

©mymuseagustd@2023

[lachimolala-is-love-and-life]

ROYAL DESTINY

<< Prologue   02>>

Genre: Historical!Au, Fantasy!Au, Empereor!Au  Romance, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader/ Yoongi ( Daewchita version) x Reader

Characters: Princess!Reader, Empereor!Yoongi, Daewchita!Yoongi, Merchant!Jin, Soldier!Jungkook, Adviser!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Taehyung, Traveller!Hoseok

Summary: Many emperors have led the people of the Joseon Empire, who are considered bloody tyrants and who are great guides for their people. This story telks about of two twin brothers heirs to the throne of the empire whose first noble blood ready to risk his life for a bright future, next to his beloved. The second of toxic blood, ready to condemn to death anyone who can turn against his path.

CHAPTER ONE

4 years later

In the last four years the two brothers grew up and soon reached the fourth year of age. But despite having the same age, the same appearance that made them look like two drops of water (except for the different color of hair), the parents along with the servants of the royal palace noticed a particular difference: the character.

If Yoongi was considered a fallen and cheerful child, Agust was unmanageable and capricious. If Yoongi was considered as good as a piece of bread, Agust was considered immature, perhaps almost bad.

They seem the opposite of each other, the Yin and the Yang, despite their incredible resemblance.

There was probably so much insecurity inside him or so much fear of not being his brother’s height as his father gave more attention to what was considered the heir to the throne.

The mother tried to share the same amount of love with both of them. She didn’t care who wore the crown and who didn’t. In fact, when she could spend free time with her children, she took them to play outside the city walls, where there was a lush hill.

And this is where they find today on a wonderful spring day. The queen sat on a fine cloth to avoid soiling her embroidered dress, while the heads of her children lay on her knees, intent on listening to her mother reading them a book.

For a moment the small family seemed to forget every problem, as if court life did not exist.

The quiet is immense and any kind of problem seems to evaporate.

"The knight approached his beloved princess to exchange a loving kiss. And they lived happily ever after," the queen read to the two children.

"Mother, what is a kiss?" little Yoongi asked.

"My love. A kiss is a gesture of love who two people who love share to each other so much. Many times a kiss is worth a thousand words because you go to tell your beloved all the affection you feel for him or her" she explained.

Yoongi looked up to her mother with admiration. She always wanted to have her wisdom and intelligence. But his thoughts out interrupted by his brother.

"Mother but it’s stupid. Why should a kiss be worth more? We have so much money. Surely love cannot be worth more."

"Oh my little Agust. I’ll tell you something. Many times you want to have someone close to you that you love instead of wealth. If I had to choose between your father and our kingship. Trust me, little one. I would have run away with him already"

"But mother... it doesn’t make sense. With money you can buy everything. Even love" said little Agust with a pout.

"Honey... when you will meet someone to sacrifice anything, you will can understand"

Yoongi was listening carefully and a question popped up in his head.

"Mom, is that what’s gonna happen when Aunt Deiji’s baby comes?"

"Yoongs, I’m glad you think she is your aunt, but remember, the little girl she’s carrying is gonna have to marry one of you. And about Aunt Deiji. Look who’s coming here."

At the same time a figure was approaching them.

"AUNT DEIJI" shouted happily Yoongi recognizing the small figure approaching and running on him.

"Look who’s here. My Yoongs. How are you little boy?" said the young woman, holding the little one.

"Hey, Dejii, what brings you here? You’re close to giving birth. Shouldn’t you be resting?"

"Hey Sunmi. Long time no see. Where’s the other brat?"

"Here Aunt." Agust replied annoyed. She didn’t like anything about Deiji. Too noisy and annoying for her taste.

Sunmi sighed and approached the girl.

"Deiji I see you well and you have a prominent belly. Why did you come here? You should rest"

"I know, I know, but I missed my two little ones," he said, ruffling the hair of the two children.

The four returned to the small blanket and resumed chatting.

"So Aunt Deiji. When’s the baby coming?"

"Well, she’ll decide when she come out to meet you" - she said as she pinched Yoongi’s cheeks - "But I think she’ll be with us soon. Don’t rule it out, all right?" Agust and Yoongi shook their heads, but the first seemed slightly annoyed by the speech that was being held at that time.

"Oh look who woke up. She’s throwing powerful kicks. You want to hear my treasures?"

Agust reluctantly put his hand on Deiji’s belly where he felt a slight kick. He didn’t care what was happen into that belly. Not at all.

But when it came to Yoongi something happened. The moment he put his hand over his belly, he felt a little tingling on his fingers that he was gradually spreading all over his body. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t mind that feeling. He loved it.

It was as if there was some sort of connection with her, but it couldn’t be sure since she was not yet in the world the little creature that her Aunt Deiji was waiting for.

But the moment he removed his hand, that feeling disappeared. it was strange, but at the same time pleasant tingling disappeared, leaving an expression of disappointment on Yoongi’s face.

"You know Yoongs. When you become emperor you can hold her hand, kiss her and love each other. But first you must grow up. I’m sure you’ll be the most beautiful couple the Joseon Empire has ever had. No offense Sunmi"

Sunmi made a mock insulted face and then smiled at her friend. Despite the years between marriage and children their bond has not changed, indeed it has become even stronger.

While the three joked, no one noticed Agust’s dark gaze. Despite being four years old, he was a very smart and above all crafty boy, a quality that he boasted about his brother Yoongi. In fact, He knew how his brother tried to find positivity even when there was no light in the shadows. And so Agust considered himself. A shadow of his brother. Although he knew that his mother had no preferences, he was not blind to notice that all others treat him differently than Yoongi.

When he grew up he would be a guide, a governor, the perfect being who would carry on the Min dynasty and the royal crown, while he would be the shoulder, a miserable shadow...

If only something had happened to his brother, something that could mark him forever, ruining that perfection on his miserable pale skin, on his face... And so he came up with an idea that he could ruin what he considered his own double ...

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Two days later Deiji began to feel some pain from labor and Agust decided to take advantage of the general confusion between the overseers and his parents to implement his plan, because the latter were too busy dealing with the imminent arrival of the young princess.

Agust knew that in the vicinity of the small hill where they spent the afternoons with his mother there was a forest on which a legend is told that inside it, in the deepest depths, lived a terrible creature. Years ago a fence was put up to prevent anyone from entering, recently someone tried to cross that threshold by fencing it and entering. He was never seen again.

And that’s what Agust wanted to do. Send his brother in with an excuse and never see him return.

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Yoongi’s Pov

What a bore. I’d like to do something to help Aunt Deiji. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her, but Mom doesn’t want me in the room with her. "the birth is something painful, but in the end it will be worth the pain it brings" said the mother.

Ugh. I understand that it’s something delicate, but I’m sorry to let Auntie suffer like this. What can I do?

My thoughts stopped when I heard a door open. I noticed blond tufts. My brother.

I loved him very much despite our different characters. A lot of times I notice how it isolates itself from everyone since it will not be him who will take Dad’s place. We also don’t get along very well and I hate him. The thing I want most in the world is to see a smile on him, which has never happened before.

Agust came up to me.

"Hey brother. What’s bothering you?" he asked me. Was he worried about me? Not even that day when I fell out of bed and snapped a tooth, he asked me how I was doing. Perhaps he wants to take advantage of this moment to reconcile with me. At first we were always twin brothers.

"Do you want to come to the hill with me? I want to play and spend time with you"

So he really wanted to be with me. He loved me.

"Sure Agust. Let’s go"

It was the best afternoon of my life. We played hide-and-seek, chasing each other and play as the warriors. I could finally be with my brother. Without hatred, without preferences, without people who continued to emphasize our importance as heir princes to the throne.

Now we were lying on the lawn to relax. How quiet it was here. But the silence was interrupted when Agust asked me " Are you hungry Yoongi? After all this playing you have to have your belly growling"

I’m actually feeling a little hungry.

"Let’s go back to the castle. If we’re lucky we can ask cook Yuri to make us something to eat," I said.

"You know, Yoongi, I’ve been thinking about something. Inside the woods, they say there are delicious blackberries. Maybe we can go in and pick up some for Aunt Deiji, too. You know, I heard from Mom that they can help women with birth pains. We can ask the court cook to help us make a cake with those. Also as a welcome gift for the child."

The idea tickled me, but "Agust but that is the dangerous forest. where the monster lives... We can not enter"

"Look who’s afraid. Don’t you know that emperors are brave? So you’ll show Dad that you’ll be a disappointment as ruler and we won’t go deep. We’ll barely be at the entrance"

In fact, I was afraid, but if what my brother told me was true, I had to be brave and not afraid of anything. then we’d be in the vicinity of the entrance, so there should be no problem. Right?

"I... I...am not afraid! let’s..go....."

Agust smiled and we started to walk. The fence was not far away and also there was a hole where we could pass.

We went in and already he starts to have goosebumps and some chills. I tried to think of positive things. As the mother says in every person, animal and place there is always something good

"Then let’s split up. You go to the right and I go the other way. If there’s a problem, shout my name and I’ll run for you, brother," said Agust. Honestly I didn’t want to separate from him and be alone in such a place. We were still four years old and I still had a bit of fear.

Agust noticed my lack of words. He sighed and approached me.

"Don’t worry, brother. Nothing will happen. Trust me." he said with a smile and a pat. I smiled back. I could trust him, couldn’t I? He was my brother and he would have protected me if something real happened?

He begins to walk towards the direction in which he pointed me and he did the same. I hope that everything goes well...

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Agust’s Pov

"Don’t worry, brother. Nothing will happen. Trust me." I told my naive brother. If he thought I wanted to spend my time with him today, he was definitely wrong if he though I loved him. It was all a ploy to get close to him and send him to certain death.

I walked away from him and hid behind a tree. Once I lost sight of him I walked towards the castle grinning.. The crown must surely bring the most worthy Min, that is me.

Farewell your highness and long live the future and new emperor.

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Yoongi’s Pov

No no no. I can feel something happening. The bad feeling I’ve had since I walked in here hasn’t gone away, it’s actually getting stronger as I go in. I’m so scared. But if I want to make Aunt Deiji happy and make Agust and Dad proud of me for my courage I have to do it.

My thoughts stopped when a little squirrel passed by me. How cute. Squirrels aren’t lovers of blackberries? Or am I wrong? The curiosity was such that I started to follow him and I forgot for a few moments that I was getting even closer to the depths of the forest and unconsciously I also moved away from the path.

I kept following the pet for a while. It was fast and as soon as he climbed the tree I started to shout at him

"Come down, please. Come down!!"

But he had no intention of going down and making friends. How rude. Only after a few seconds I realized that I did not know where I was. Nothing was familiar and the path was not visible.

I had a lump in my throat and tears were starting to form in my eyes. I was lost? Where was I? Why was I so stupid to chase an animal...

I wanted to burst into tears, but I remembered the words my brother told me "Then let’s split up. You go to the right and I go the other way. If there are any problems shout my name and I will run for you brother"

My brother would run for me and take me home. In fact it was the one with the most orientation between the two and certainly would bring me back to my mother, in the arms of Aunt Deiji and finally I could meet the new baby. I started screaming my head off in the name of my brother "AGUST!! AGUST!! I GOT LOST!! COME HERE PLEASE!!"

And so I did for an hour, then two, and then three... but connection came It was starting to get dark and I was so afraid. Tears had already fallen from my eyes.

Why didn’t my brother find me yet? Maybe he didn’t hear me? Maybe he couldn’t figure out where I was and went to get help? Surely it must be so. Also it was getting dark and it was cold. 

He will need Dad’s help to find me...

Suddenly he heard footsteps. Agust was he? Had he found me? I tried to get close to their noise and saw a figure in the distance. The courses meet.

But it was too late when I realized that he was not my brother, but a huge beast, like a wolf but much bigger had pointed at me.

I started to run away with all the energy I had in my body and desperately asked for help. I was going to die.

Mom, Dad, Agust. Somebody help!!

My misfortune made me stumble and roll.

I tried to get up quickly but the monster was already on top of me With the little strength I had in my body and with my hands I tried to get the monster away from me and prevent it from biting me.

Suddenly he lifted a paw and brutally scratched my face. You feel the blood flowing. He had scratched me...at the height of my left eye. It hurt like hell, and the blood kept flowing, and my body was getting weaker and weaker. My arms gave out, and my sight was darkened.

The last thing he felt before he passed out was a gunshot.

Right after total darkness.

[honey-subs]

ok so : maid yoogi x mafia y/n.

maid - min yoongi [teaser]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⤷pairing - yoongi x reader

⤷genre - smut

⤷summary - yoongi is your nice little maid that you occasionally use as a toy to get to get your frustrations out.

⤷warnings - sub!yoongi, dom!reader, use of toys, edging, denial, feminization, degrading, cross dressing, hair pulling, “mistress” kink, choking, size kink, overstimulation, cockwarming, fluffy fluff at the end.

⤷notes - ok this is gonna be REALLY out of character for yoongi. i also made this really kinky. the reader is lowkey masculine, and i just might make this into a series 👀

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“h-hi, you wanted to see me, ma’am?” he’s timid as he walks father into the room, feather duster still in his hands from before he was interrupted of his chores.

“i lost a deal today.” you said, and he automatically knew what you meant. he could see how annoyed and angry you were by the tone of your voice, and how the veins under your tattoos were extremely noticeable.

“how about you come sit on my lap?” you asked, sitting back and patting your lap. his head is down and he’s trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

he places the duster down on a nearby desk, and hesitatantly sits on your lap. he gasps immediately as he feels the strap on you have hidden underneath your clothes. he doesn’t get a chance to ask before your arms are wrapping around him, and your head is dipping into the crook of his neck, he can get a clear view of the tattoos that littered your arms, as well as feel the strap on.

“are you prepped, baby?” you asked, leaving kisses on his neck as he leaned slightly to allow you better access. “y-yes...” he mumbled, and the pet name you called him had his cheeks heating up even more, yet he knew you didn’t mean anything by it, much less mean anything sentimental behind it.

he shivers when he feels your hands brush over your thighs, moving under the dangerously short skirt you made him wear. you pushed it up to his hips, and trailed your hands under to brush over the lacy panties that matched the cute maid outfit you put him in.

“i don’t plan on going gentle today, baby. i hope you’re ready.” you murmured as you gripped his cock through the soft lacy panties. he gasped slightly and spread his legs farther. “a-always, mistress.” he says. “good toy.” you praise.

he’s startled when you push him off your lap and immediately bend him over your desk. you use your legs to nudge his far apart, and the position is uncomfortable put the only thing he’s really focused on is being a good toy for you, so it doesn’t matter.

you’re roughly pulling the panties down, and hiking the skirt up his thighs. your hand is pressing into the small of his back, forcing him to arch his back. his hands are trying to find purchase wherever he can on the desks, because he knows once you start, you mostly definitely won’t stop until he utters a safe word.

he hears you unzip the fly to your pants and tug them down a bit, and push the skirt over his ass. he was glistening from the lube he must’ve used a bit earlier, and it just made you want to ravish him that much more. there was no warning when you pushed into him, immediately bottoming out. you gave him hardly any time to adjust before you were roughly pounding into him. he was jolting forward and moaning with every single thrust.

your pulling his hips back towards yours as well, making sure to roll your hips everytime to hit a certain part inside of him. you gave him no mercy as you fucked into his vigorously. your hand came to wrap around his neck, and he moaned out at the feeling. he was tugged upwards as you put his back into and even deeper arch that had him crying out in pure euphoria.

“my pretty maid, a pretty fucktoy just for me to use.” you whisper, not letting up on your thrusts. “you belong to me.” you punctuate your words by bucking your hips up to meet his with a powerful thrust that’s touching his prostate. “i-i-“ he chokes on his own moans as he struggles to piece together a sentence. “belong t-to y-you! mis-tress, please!” his eyes are closed and he’s chewing on his lip to keep quiet.

“please what, baby? you gotta use your words for me.” you tell him, using your unoccupied hand to knead his ass cheeks. “c-cum, please-“ he groans, doing his best to hold back for you. “you can cum, baby, you don’t even have to ask.” you murmur, releasing your hand from his neck to tweak at one of his nipples.

he’s throwing his head back when he does cum, though, his cum staining your desk. his mouth is open and he’s practically shaking with the mere force of it. he’s not complaining when you don’t slow down and pull out, if anything he’s pleading you to go harder, rougher. “i-i can take it! don’t stop!” he moans, tears beginning to well in his eyes because of how good he feels.

your hand resumes it spot around his neck, and you apply slight pressure. yoongi was small, no doubt about it, and he looked absolutely ethereal in your hold, all fucked out and gorgeous. “fuck, princess, you’re so tiny.” you groan. “i’m absolutely ruining you, aren’t i? and you’re just here taking it like a slut — my slut.” you growled, going rougher as each of your words spurred him on.

your hand moves again from his neck and tangles in his hair, pulling him up. “i didn’t hear an answer.” you growled. “y-your slut, your p-princess-“ he struggled to put a few words together as his mind got hazier and haizer each time the top of the silicon dick touched his sweet spot. “h-haah — nng-“ his thighs were shaking, and he came for the second time that night.

your thighs were starting to burn, but it was all worth it just to see his fucked expression at the end. you moved your hand down far from his hair, and let it brush over his cock. he jolted immediately, and you smiled devilishly. your hand gripped him tightly, and his mouth opened wide. “s-sensitive!!” he told you, trying to close his legs to get away from the stimulation, but you weren’t having it.

“keep those legs spread slut, if you know what’s good for you.” you whispered very lowly into his ear. he did what he was told and stopped trying to close his legs. you start to jerk his cock in time with your thrusts, and he was done for. his eyes were rolling back, and he rested his head on your shoulder when he came for a third and last time that night.

he was shaking as you held him in your arms, finally slowing down and pulling out. you removed the strap and sat it aside to be cleaned later, and sat yoongi in your lap as you cleaned your desk off. he was out of it, outfit ruffled and wrinkled, panties still around his thighs and stained slightly with cum.

his head lay on your shoulder as you did your best to be affectionate. “you’re okay, i’ve got you,” you murmured and kissed his temple. you continued to do that for a while, and eventually fixed his clothes on him before he came down. he was still in your lap when he came to, watching you work at your desk while he was leaning on your shoulder. “t-thank you, ma’am.” he murmurs when he comes to. “you’re welcome. you’re a good stress reliever, princess.” you told him mindlessly as you continued to work.

he knows that he should be standing up right now, grabbing his cleaning utensils and leaving the room because the both of you were finished, and that was the extent of your relationship. that’s exactly what he did. he stood up on shaky legs, and stumbled out of the door as he struggled to walk, leaving you to laugh at him lightly as you watched.

if i do end up making this a series, this is the teaser! (which will not be included in any of the parts or prologue.)

[readbeneaththelines]

His Possession Pt. 4

A/N: Debts are collected, one way or the other. Unfortunately, you were the collection for your father’s debt.

Yoongi is ruthless, cunning, and obsessive.

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings’ violence, language

this chapter has an extra warning: Rough handling of reader. please read with caution.

Word Count: 3845

This is NSFW, PLEASE READ WITH DISCRETION.

cr to owner of gif

"Morning, sir. Morning ma'am." He greeted you with a cordial bow. You climbed in, Yoongi sitting next to you. In the small space, you felt a bit self aware of the close proximity to him. His aura exuded confidence and authority. He seemed very straightforward but complex at the same time. One moment he was being nice to you, but the second someone crossed him, he switched as if a lightbulb was turned on. He definitely did not like being disobeyed, and it had you wondering just how far he could be pushed, and if you had the guts to find it out for yourself. 

“If I were, to say, not do what you told me. If I were to fight you at every turn, what would you exactly do to teach me a lesson? Would you beat me, or worse, do to me what you did to Hoseok?” You looked at you with confusion in his eyes. “Of course I wouldn’t do to you what I did to Hoseok! He hurt you, and almost..” his words fell off as he turned away from you. “I would never hurt you like that. Punishment yes, but never like that. If I were to ever have you like he wanted to have you, it would be on your own accord, not forced. I may be a hard ass, and yes I am very serious about obeying me, but I would never do that. You have my word on that.” You had to admit, after what he did to one of his own men for even trying it, that he was telling you the truth.” 

“So, what kind of punishment could I expect if I disobeyed you?” You mulled over the question, considering what he actually would punish you with. “ I don’t know yet, depends on your transgression, I suppose. A small infraction may mean no access to anything. Back in the small room again, I guess. Bigger infractions, I’d just have to wait and see. Do you really think that I am capable of beating you senseless?” You just stared at the back of his head, thinking what he possibly was capable of doing. “I don’t know if you are or not Yoongi. I can’t read you, you’re as complex as the universe. You threatened me when I hit you, telling me that I’ll regret it, but then turn around and ask if I think you could hurt me. Honestly, yes. I think you are capable of hurting me, but I would like to think that I am wrong. Let’s make a deal.” He turned on the seat, looking at you with question.

“I am not one bit happy about my predicament, in the least. But it seems like I have no choice in the matter. My fate has been sealed. If I promise not to fight you tooth and nail, you promise that if I do slip up, you won’t hurt me. Deal?” You held out your hand, worried and anxious that he would not agree to your terms. When he took your hand and shook ti, you let out and audible sigh. 

“I’m not a monster, Y/N.” It was your turn to look away as you spoke. “Yes, you are Min Yoongi, but even monsters can change.”

The rest of the ride was made in silence, neither of you looking at the other. When you arrived at your first destination, you took a deep breath, not knowing what was expected of you. AS if reading your mind, Yoongi took you arm to get your attention. “While we are here, just keep quiet. Don’t say anything, okay. The less you know and the less you say, the better off you’ll be.” stepping out of the car, he pulled you to your feet. Wrapping your hand around his arm, he walked you into yet another enormous mansion. 

You were both greeted by a butler, who bowed deeply in greeting. You returned the greeting with a fake smile, your grip digging into Yoongi’s arm. “Just relax” he whispered in your ear. Remember, just stay quiet, nod and smile when greeted. Donn’t answer any questions. I’ll be right beside you. You quickly nodded, walking fast to keep pace with his longer strides.

“Min Yoongi.” A deep bass voiced called out. The man was at least in his mid to late forties, tall and well built. He had an almost chiseled face, jawline and cheekbones prominent. He was at least five or six inches taller than Yoongi, and he exuded dominance. “What do we have here, Yoongs, a pretty little thing like that. Is she joining the ladies for drinks while we talk?” Yoongi looked down at you, his face unreadable. “I think she will prefer to stay by my side, if that’s okay with you.” The taller man laughed, the sound reverberating off the walls of the empty foyer. “Have it your way, but I think the little missus will be bored with out chatter, don’t you?” Again, they both looked at you, you heart racing and you cheeks heating under their gaze. “I think I will be fine joining you gentleman. If it’s in regards to finance, I’m may be able to offer some advice. My degree was in finance after all. The older man smiled at you then Yoongi. “Bring her on in, she may prove to be a bit useful.”

Yoongi leaned over, his mouth close to your ear. “A degree in finance? I thought I told you to stay quite.” You glared up at him, a stern grimace on your lips. “If I have to stay by your side, then at least let me see if I can maybe help.” With a roll of his eyes, he began walking. “Just keep quite unless they talk directly to you, okay?” You smiled coyly “yes sir.” 

There were at least twenty men gathered in the space, all of them immediately going quiet and looking in your direction as you entered. A few catcalls rang out as Yoongi led you to his spot at the conference table. The look in his eyes at those that whistled had you shaking internally. IF there ever was a death glare, what he was giving them was it. “Make one move for her, and it will be the last move you make gentlemen.” The anger was evident in his tone as he talked, and those he spoke to immediately shut their gaping mouths. “Alright men, let’s get started. We have several matters to go over. First order of discussion, the shipment going out tomorrow.” 

The discussion went on for several hours. You listened only half-heartedly as you replayed events of the past two days. You suddenly felt the weight of many eyes on you. Looking up, you were caught off guard at aol the men staring at you.

“What? Did you say something?” a few chuckles rang out before the leader of the gathering talked. “We were wondering if you had any input as to investing.” You glanced at Yoongi, who was watching you like a hawk tracking its prey. “Yes, please tell us what you have to say.” The sarcasm dripped from his tongue,his eyes telling to that if you messed up, your earlier deal was off.

“I would recommend investing in several ventures. In order to keep curious and suspicious eyes away, I’d say put at least ten percent into a legal business or two. The returns would substantiate the initial investment in no time. I would also negotiate with the shipyards. If they are like most companies, they will have already started raises their costs, knowing you’ll pay to keep them quiet. The prospect of them losing your money will do one of two things: they tell you to shove it, or you get a lower price and their business stay in good hands for protection. Another thing I would suggest is this. Spread the money out, in small increments, to various safe businesses or investments. The less you look like your up to something, the better off you will be. You will have returns that could possibly triple your investments. But, again, that is only my suggestion.” 

You caught several looks from some of the men, an expression of near awe on their faces. You felt as if you were under a microscope the way they watched you. “Damn, Yoongi, where have you been keeping this one? She has brains on top of those looks.” Yoongi gave a nervous smile, looking at you with a sideways glance. “Yeah, she’s a complex entity, isn’t she?” His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him in a protective manner. You jumped slightly at the sudden movement, still trying to keep that damned fake grin plastered on your face. 

“Gentlemen, you’ll have to excuse us. I have a dinner party tonight, and the missus and I need to get ready. As always, it was good to see you all. Let me know when we need to gather again.” He shook hands with everyone as you politely bowed. 

“Yoongs, bring her next time. I might just takeup her ideas. And besides, she a mighty pretty thing to admire, and if she wasn’t yours, my my, i bet she would be a nice addition to my family.” The leader’s crooked smile mad your bile rise in your throat, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. 

“Thankfully Siwon, she is mine. Woldn’t know what I ‘d do without her.” Yoongi planted a kiss to your temple. “Ready babe?” You nodded, dismissing ourself with another bow as Yonngi’s hand dug into your waist. Once outside of the closed doors, Yoongi spun you around, anger flaring in his eyes, his tone filled with venom. “I told you to keep your mouth shut! Damnit Y/N, if your ideas fail, he’s not as forgiving as I can be. You may have just signed our death warrant!” 

“I actually do know what I/m talking about Yoongi! I do have a degree in finance, I also know a bit about money handling. I have been invest for the past three years. My money is my own, outside of my family’s. Tripled my return in the first year, thank you. So, my ideas are valid and will work! And one more thing, if you ever fucking put your lips to me again, I’l cut those damn things of that face of yours!” That being said, you stomped off to the car, slamming the door behind you before the driver knew what was going on. Yoogi, went around, climbing in the other side. 

“Don’t you walk away from me! I’m not through talking to you!” his face had turned bright red, his temper flaring. “Well, I’m through talking to you, so kindly shut up!” The instant the words left you, you knew you had crossed a line. This man made your worse side come out every chance it got, and that was not a good thing for you. You saw him slowly close his eyes take a deep breath. When he exhaled and lifted his lids, what you saw had your body hugging the door. The eerie calm before the storm. His already dark brown eyes were now a pitch black, his breathing slow and steady. The only other thing that alerted you to how angry he was, was the twitching of his jaw muscles. 

“I’m- “ you were cut off immediately by him. 

“Don’t you dare say another word to me. It would be in your best interest to keep you thoughts to yourself before I test my own resolve not to beat some sense into you. You’re either going to be the death of me or the death of yourself. I’m shooting for your own death right now.” 

You were visibly trembling by this point, a true fear encompassing you, the man next to you radiating heat and hatred. Shit! You thought to yourself. I fucked up this time. Indeed you had, but you had no idea just how much you had.

The second the car drove up to the house, Yoongi was out of the car and at your door. Flinging it open, he grabbed your arm and pulled you out. Not giving you much chance to walk upright, he dragged you through the door and down the hallway. 

"Yoongi please" you begged, but it feels in dead ears. You caught a glimpse of Jimin and Joon, the look on their faces telling you what you feared… Yoongi was pissed, and you were the cause.

You were shoved into the bedroom, the heavy door shutting loudly behind you. Yoongi gathered the straps of your dress in his hands, the force causing you to stumble backwards. With one swift motion, he tore the dress of of you, leaving you with nothing but your bra and panties to cover you. You yelped at his action, your breath caught in your lungs.without warning he was pulling your arm and walking you hurriedly back out. The men moved aside as he passed by, their faces white as you pleaded silently with them to help you. You knew were you were going, back downstairs to your little prison of a room. 

With out uttering a word he pushed you inside and locked the door in your face. “Please! Yoongi! I-I’m sorry I talked back to you!” Please! Just listen to me!” You words were met with silence. You collapsed onto your makeshift bed, pulling the thin blanket around you to cover your nearly naked form. No noise came from the other side of the door. No dinner was brought down to you, and by evening your bladder was painfully full and begging for you to empty it. You were cold, hungry, and hurting. When you couldn’t take any more, you bunched up the blanket and relieved yourself. Throwing it in the far corner, you curled into yourself on the matress, no longer having anything to cover your bare skin. Wrapping your arms around your body, you ran your hands up and down your arms ina vain attempt to warm yourself. You fought sleep as long as you could, your eyes finally closing when you realized that this was your punishment and no one was coming to your rescue.

Some time during the night you felt  hand gently shaking you. "Here, put this on." You blinked against the darkness, making out Jungkook outline beside the bed. He helped you into a shirt, taking care not to touch you in any way. Then you felt something warm being wrapped around you. You watched through half closed lids as he gathered up the wet blanket and carried it out. You snuggled into the warm blanket, sleep taking you over once again.

“Yoongi you can’t leave her in there to starve. She’ll have to come out at some point.” Jungkook said while everyone ate breakfast. “She’s not a prisoner, she has basic needs.” When he saw Yoongi’s face, he went silent, stuffing a fork full of food in his mouth. 

“She’ll come out when I let her out. She needs to learn that I mean what I say. That insolent bratty side of hers needs to suffer a bit.” Jungkook nodded, as did the others. “I know Yoongi, but like Kook said, she has basic needs. The bathroom, food, water. Are you just going to let her slowly die in there?” Namjoon spoke up. “Fine let her have five minutes for the bathroom and take her some fruit. But that’s it.” 

“Okay, but she’s practically naked down there, and It’s cold and damp in that area. She’ll risk getting sick, and then what will you do.” Yoongi sat back, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at Jungkook. “I said bathroom and fruit, I don’t care if she’s cold. A little suffering should teach her not to talk back to me.” They finished eating in silence, Jungkook jumping up the instant he finished and grabbed some fruit from the center bowl. Yoongi shook his head at the youngest’s sense of right and wrong. He knew he had taken her a blanket and a shirt down last night. He watched everything transpire on the monitor from the security room. Kook always had a bit of a soft spot for those that were suffering. To know that he was in the family, and to know what they did, made Yoongi wonder why he stayed. He knew, though, that it was because he brought a new perspective to how Yoongi treated people. With Jungkook around, he was forced to think about what he did. 

Everyone left, leaving Yoongi at his seat. Maybe he was being a bit harsh on you. Maybe Kook was right, and you had learned your lesson. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he made his way to the security office. Settling down in front of the monitor that showed her room, he watched the interaction between Jungkook and you. He had brought you several pieces of fruit, a bottle of water and a change of clothes he took from his own room. He led you to the bathroom, handing you a washcloth and towel. Several minutes later, you emerged, clean clothes on and a freshly washed face glowing red from the scrubbing you gave it.Yoongi, watched as his maknae sat on the floor and watched you eat, a smile creeping across your face as Jungkook talked. He really did have a way with people, Yoongi thought to himself. Once the younger man left your room, Yoongi walked out. 

“She asked if you would talk to her.” Jungkook said as he passed Yoongi in the hall. Were you ready to grovel and beg from another chance? Curiosity got the best of him and he made his way downstairs. He was about to turn the handle when he caught the faintest sound of crying coming from the other side of the door. He stood frozen, the raw sound of your hurt and pain filling his ears until he couldn’t take anymore. Turning the handle slowly, he cracked the door open, peeking his head inside. “You wanted to talk to me?” He had to work at sounding unaffected by your emotions. The sight before him when you looked up had him holding his breath. Your eyes were almost swollen shut form crying, your entire face damp from tears. There were dark circles under your eyes from a fitful slumber, and your cheeks were a bit more sunken in. You held the fruit in your hands, but they were untouched, the water bottle still unopened. The faint odor of urine still lingered in the room, and he knew you had relieved yourself sometime last night. Guilt engulfed him, a feeling he very rarely acknowledged. You words came out in a mere whisper, shaky and broken with the strain.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong to talk back to you. I understand my punishment.” The last words could barely be heard over the renewed sobs that shook your body. He stayed in his place, just watching you in your most vulnerable state. It hit him, he really had stripped you of everything. He took away your family, stripped you of your clothes, and of your basic needs. He told you he wasn’t a monster, but by his actions he was showing you he was. Taking cautious steps, he made his way over to you, taking the blanket and wrapping it around you. A strained quiet filled the room, Yoongi afraid to move and you afraid to look at him. 

“Do you feel okay?” he asked, lowering his head to look you in the eyes. You hid you face, avoiding his attempts to get you to look at him. “Y/N, just answer me. Dammit it, woman!” The rise in his voice made you cower away in fear. “Sorry, I’m not used to having to worry about someone’s wellbeing, except for my men.” You still refused to look at him, your head buried in your knees. “Fine, if you’re not going to talk.” Yoongi rose to his feet, walking towards the door, in slow deliberate steps. Before walking through the doorway, he looked over his shoulder at you, shaking his head when you stayed in your little ball of trembling nerves. Just as he was about to close the door, the sound of your stomach emptying what little contents it had, made him turn back around and rush to your side. Placing a hand to your head, he felt a twinge of something unfamiliar, concern. 

“You’re burning up.” He looked you over, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “I’ll be right back, just lay down.” he took his phone fro his pocket, stepping out of the room to make a call.

“Bring me some tea, and call Dr. Choi please. Yes I’m downstairs, just do it and don’t ask questions.” He stepped back inside your room, pleased that you at least did listen and lay down. You were feverish, groggy, and uttering something that he couldn’t understand. 

Jin and Taehyung brought some tea and another blanket. They quickly dismissed themselves, only to return when Dr. Choi arrived. “She’s in there, she has a fever, chills, and throwing up.” Dr. Choi waled in, coming to sit beside you. “Miss, may I check you out?” You nodded, barely noticeably, and rearranged yourself so he could look you over. Several minutes passed before he emerged. 

“You trying to kill her, Yoongi? You know better than anyone, the atmosphere down here is not suitable for someone to stay, unless you plan on torturing them..” Yoongi, hung his head, “I was just trying to teach her obstinate ass a lesson. That’s all” he murmured under his breath. Peering into the room, he closed it softly, then turned back to the doctor. “What’s wrong with her?” 

“She appears to be coming down with possible pneumonia. How many nights has she been down here?” 

“Two. She ate breakfast yesterday with us, and then we had a meeting.” Recalling yesterday’s events, Yoongi remembered you didn’t eat anything after breakfast. Nor last night. It had been over twenty four hours since you ate or drank anything. Plus you had peed in you own room on the only blanket you had, until Jungkook brought you one. That one was thin, and not much, and all you had on was a thin t shirt of his. 

“She needs fluids, Yoongi, and nutrition. What did she do that made you punish her like this? It had better be for good reason.” Dr. Choi made Yoongi look at him. “Yoongi, answer me.”

“I, she, she talked back to me. I was mad. She has pushed my buttons so much these past two days. I snapped.” he thanked the doctor and walked him out. “I will bring the necessary things for her later today, after my house calls. Try to get her to drink something, or eat something. And get her upstairs, out of that damned cold damp air.”

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[xjamlessparkx]

divorce | myg | 12

summary: in which you have to go through a painful process of your own family shattering

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 |12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

A/N; Before you start reading and get confused. This chapter will be a flashback to when it all started. Meaning: The encounter of Y/N and Yoongi until their break down

“How much is it?” The customer asked as you sighed and clicked on the cash register, taking the money which he gave you.

A day just like any other. You sat down on the chair behind you as you pulled out your phone, checking the time. It was about time that he would enter.

You stood up and looked around the store, spotting some children in the candy section. Suspiciously you watched them, furrowing your eyebrows as they started whispering around and constantly gazing at you. A loud ringing made you come back to reality, signaling you that someone entered the grocery store. Once your gaze met his you smiled and he returned it softly.

It was Min Yoongi. You were together in high school but never dared to talk to each other. He was with his friends while you were with yours. Even though you were even in the same courses you never talked, not even in group projects. You still gave each other some glances here and then and eventually you grew a crush on him. After you graduated you parted ways with him and most of your friends. Most of them got accepted in university while you had to collect money to gain some money. At first, you started working in a bookstore but changed to the grocery store since the salary was much higher.

After collecting money you promised yourself to study, but once he set a foot in the grocery store you knew that thing might change.

He took the box of instant noodles. The same flavor which was hot chicken. He came here every day at the time were most of the workers had their lunch breaks. You assumed that he already worked, probably in the company of his own father since everyone in high school talked about his father being really influential and successful.

He came in a blue suit, sometimes in red but you had to admit that none of them were making him look more attractive than the black suit.

It’s been already a few months where you two met but still didn’t talk that much. It was rather a small talk here and there but as long as he talked you were okay with everything.

“The same flavor again” you blurred out, hating yourself for commenting on his taste. He let out a soft chuckle.

“You seem to remind yourself of what I buy.” He still had the wide smile on lips while you felt the blood rushing to your ears. He paid for his lunch and wanted to leave.

“Excuse me …” you didn’t know why but today was such a different atmosphere between you two. He stopped in his tracks, turning around.

“Y/N … we know us since high school. It’s strange if you call me formally. You can call me Min Yoongi.” He clarified and you nodded slightly.

You shut your eyes, taking all your strength and confidence together. It was about time to have the courage to ask him out. It’s not only you who feels as if you were flying the moment your eyes meet. Also, you heard that before you started he rarely came. Just when you started working in the grocery store he came often since he saw you.

“Uh-” just as you wanted to ask him out but you saw the children from earlier running behind Yoongi and reaching the exit.

“You little rascal!” You shout as you point behind Yoongi. His eyes widened as he thought that you were pointing at him.

“Excuse me?” He muttered his expressions from earlier fading into confused ones.

“N-no!” You stutter as you leave the counter “I, I didn’t mean you. These kids!” You say, walking closer to Yoongi as you pointed at the children who were about to open the exit door.

Yoongi turned around, his head shooting up once he noticed what the children were doing. Before you could even react you saw Yoongi running outside and chasing the kids.

“Oh no…” you sigh deeply, you palm reaching for your forehead. You couldn’t leave the store on its own but you couldn’t Yoongi chase them alone.

Screw this!

You left the store and ran into the direction where he ran in hope to find them. Back in high school, you were quite good at sports that’s why you reached them fast. Seeing Yoongi from behind, you yelled his name.

“Did they escape?” You ask in disbelief, panting loudly.

Yoongi nodded, the sun shining brightly on his face, blinding him as he turned around to take deep breaths to stimulate his breathing.

“I’m sorry …” he breathed out and you grinned widely.

“It’s not your fault … I should’ve been more careful” you admit and wave your hand in front of your face, trying to blow wind on your face since it was a hot summer day.

You two gave up to look after the children and decided to return to the store. The walk was awkwardly silent and you glanced at each other from time to time until you reached the store.

“Thank you for helping me” you bow your head slightly as you return behind the counter.

“I couldn’t be much of a help but no problem, I guess” he chuckled to himself, making you smile wide at him. He looked at the counter, searching for his noodle cup which wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You noticed and searched for the cup as well but couldn’t find anything.

“I will bring you a new one,” you said, holding one hand out while pointing your finger up. Just as you searched for his favorite flavor you sighed, remarking that his favorite flavor was already bought off.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have the flavor anymore. Do you have any other wish?” You asked him, waiting for his answer which took a while since he was thinking about something.

“How about you eat lunch together with me, tomorrow. That’s my wish …” he murmured and you thought that he swallowed a huge fish since it was hard to understand him.

Your cheeks flushed with a scent of pink as you turned your head to him, nodding slowly.

“I would love to!” You smile wholeheartedly.

“Cool! I will pick you up tomorrow…” he said promising and left the store.

It wasn’t cliche at all and pretty simple. You always had an eye for him since high school and you were sure he had too. He was visiting the grocery store every day and you knew that he doesn’t eat only noodle cups for lunch. You waited for him to ask you out but he didn’t that’s why you started trying to get a hold of this and ask him out yourself. Seems like destiny was on your side since he asked you out.

You watched him leaving the store and right after he left you started jumping on your place, screaming from the top of your lungs over joy. Finally, you two would have the chance to know each other.

You went behind the counter again and finished working while you looked at the clock constantly.

Once you reached home you searched for the best clothes in your closet.

“No …” you mumbled, throwing the cloth behind you as you grabbed the next one, examining it.

“Too much for a lunch date…” you bit your lip as you looked at the skin-tight dress. Sighing deeply, you stepped back and let yourself fall on your back.

“Ahh!” You pout hiding your face in your hands as you clenched them into a fist and hit the mattress under you. “This is so nerve wrecking!” You sit straight up as you hear your door opening. Your mother pecked her head out of the corner as she eyed you confused.

“Are you okay, love?” She asked, a heart-warming smile growing on her lips. She closed the door and stepped closer to you.

“I… I just don’t have anything to wear.” You sighed frustratedly. The eyes of your mother were wandering around your room. Every corner was with a different cloth. Shirts, pants, dresses and even shoes. She was utterly shocked by the dirt exploding in your room.

“Do you have an important meeting?” She asked, not mentioning the mess you created which you were thankful for. You bit your lower lip, thinking about whether to tell her or not.

“I…” Once you started thinking of tomorrow, your cheeks flushed red and you lowered your head, hoping for her to not notice. It wasn’t your first date but in your heart, you had this strange feeling which you never had with any guy. He must be special because there is no rational explanation for your feelings exploding whenever you thought of him.

“Do you have a date?” Her eyes light up and you wondered how she knew. Your heart made a jump and you couldn’t really tell if it was the feeling of relief or just another thought of Yoogi. Looking up into her eyes, you nodded.

“Y/N! I am so happy for you!” She shrieked so loud that I had to cover her mouth to prevent your father from hearing. She nodded, understanding what you meant by shushing her.

“And you literally did nothing but look into your closet for clothes?” She had wide eyes, her expressions told you that she was pretty shocked.

“Um… yeah?”

“Ah! What a pity!” She stood up as she grabbed your arm, dragging you out of your room. “You’ll take a shower now and I’ll pick your dress!”

You knew the sense of fashion of your mother and seriously you would gladly refuse her offer. Nonetheless, she insisted to help you.

“Oh no, mom. I know your sense of taste-” she cut you off, disappointment written all over her face.

“What about my sense of taste?” She put her hands on her hips as she waited for you to answer.

You gulped down the confidence you had seconds ago and bit your lip, mumbling a soft ‘nothing’ as you went into the bathroom.

You hopped into the shower and washed, thinking about tomorrow. What would you two be doing? What if everything’s awkward? You knew that you were kind of socially awkward but you still couldn’t stop that euphoric feeling growing in your stomach.

You jumped out of the shower and put on your pajamas. After taking the towel you started drying your hair while walking up into your room. You switched on your lights and were greeted by the dress your mother chose for you. The blue colored, flower dress which you grandma brought you two years ago. You sight at the sight of the old-fashioned cloth and bit your lip. Nonetheless, you wanted to wear it since you didn’t want you mother to be upset about you not wearing the outfit she chose.

You slipped under your blankets and shut your eyes. Tomorrow would be a perfect day.

“So do like it here?” He started talking, trying to make the awkward atmosphere a little brighter.

You smiled, folding your hands in front of your face while resting your chin on them. Nodding slowly, you reached out for your glass of wine.

It wasn’t the way you thought it would be, to be honest. After work, he brought you to a fancy restaurant. Well, he was high society, of course, he wouldn’t bring you just anywhere. But for you, the location, the people, the atmosphere of these people were just different. You didn’t feel like you belong here but you still didn’t want to hurt his feelings since it was your chance to get to know him.

Once the food was served you glanced at him and how he started to eat. You tried to copy him as he took his first bite elegantly. Gulping hard you acted like you knew what you were doing. You were on dates, no doubt but this was just a whole new level of a date. Somehow challenging.

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asked concern was written all over his face. Fast, you put on a smile which didn’t convince him.

“You don’t like it?” He mumbled, sounding hurt as he dropped his fork. You shook your head, immediately as you held out your hands.

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just …” you sighed, leaning in on your seat. It’s time, to be honest, “It’s just that I am not used to going out like this, I guess-” he sure didn’t understand what you meant by the look of his face. In that moment, an idea dropped down in your mind.

“I’ll show you…” you said, taking his hand and leaving the restaurant after paying for the unfinished food.

He was startled by your behavior. No woman felt uncomfortable in fancy places. They loved it and were happy to eat there while taking pictures of their location, bragging about them.

“Where are you going? Let me get us the car” He said and tried to get out of your grip but you simply turned around and smiled.

“We won’t need a car today.” You smiled and he was overwhelmed by the breathtaking view of you smiling wholeheartedly.

It was evening but since it was summer the sun still hasn’t disappeared. You went into a convenience store and bought some candies, beer and something eatable other than sweets. After that, you walked out of it with two bags in your hand. He watched you curiously but you just smiled nonstop and took his hand in yours again as you walked down the road, finding a way to go upwards to the small mountains in your village.

In front of you was s huge bridge. No cars were here, no people. Only the two of you. You jumped on the stone side of the bridge and sat down, watching the green and pleasant view in front of you. Yoongi joined next to you as you opened the bags.

“Isn’t that unhealthy?” He asked hesitantly as he looked at what you brought.

“Sometimes we have to enjoy things rather than thinking much about it…” you said, handing him the beer and opened yours.

“You’re weird” he suddenly stated, making you choke on the beer you sipped in seconds ago.

“Well … thanks?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as his eyes widened at his statement.

“I didn’t mean it that way… it’s just you’re a lot more different from the girls I’ve met. I wonder why you never caught my eyes in high school…” he mumbled and you chuckled as you took the bag of chips and opened them.

“To be honest … in high school. I had a huge crush on you” you admit as you faced the bag of chips, afraid of looking up. Nonetheless, you heard him chuckle as he lifted your chin up.

His eyes locking with yours. He was amazed by the beauty in front of him. The evening sun shining through your hair, covering your silhouettes in a shade of orange while his eyes trailed down to your lips, biting his uncontrollably.

“What about now?” He suddenly asked, his voice sounding low and raspy as he switched looks from your eyes to your lips. You held in your breathing, closing your eyes and waiting for his touch.

Of course, you still had a crush on him but you were shy to tell him. He was so outgoing and good with everyone, you were afraid of him rejecting you. That he would kiss you on your first date wasn’t in your mind. But from the first moment you locked eyes with him, you knew that the twirling feeling in your stomach had to mean something serious. Deeper and more serious than a deep crush.

When his lips touched yours, you relaxed your senses. His hand was trailing up your face as he cupped it. Every part of his fingertips made you feel even hotter. It felt like he was giving you electric touches and his lips were gently kissing yours. He stroked your cheeks and at that moment you felt him smiling into the kiss, making you lose your mind. He just fits perfectly.

Feeling you breathing getting slower you knew that it was time to part your lips to catch some air. The warmth left your body as soon as he leaned back, leaving you completely frustrated but happy.

He started smiling goofily as he bit his lips. “I take that as a yes”

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Hello! ^^ Can I request 2, 61, 116 for a Mafia! AU with Yoongi (reader and MC are both badass mafia members), please? Thank you :)

Hello~

Iam so so so SOOOO SOORRY! that you had to wait so long for this drabble! I am really sorry and I hope you forgive us?

Admin Kasia

 Words: 2249

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia!Au, drabble, angst, action, fluff(?)

Used drabble lines:

 2.  “How long have you been standing there?” 

61.  “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

116.  “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

 Warnings! : mention of death, blood, strong language, violence, mention of drugs 

If not comfortable reading the mentioned warnings DO NOT READ!

Being in a mafia gang was dangerous, but it is even more if you are in a relationship with one of your co-members. The ones who are in an open relationship always get in trouble, it doesn’t matter if both lovers are in the gang or if there is only one of them in a gang. Rival gangs always see people who are in love easy to kill, they use someone’s loved one, so they can fight and win against their rivals. It always ended in death. Sadly.

That’s why Yoongi and I kept our relationship a secret. It was very hard since we can’t walk around the public like other couples. We can’t go on dates in cinemas, parks, restaurants or shopping malls. However, Yoongi always tries to come up with date ideas, which are safe enough for us, if we have time for being alone together. We either go camping in the head quarter, in one of our offices, with fairy lights, music in the background and many blankets. This actually doesn’t fit Yoongi’s person, if you don’t know him well enough. He can be a very cold, serious and passionate person, but there are reserved moments where he is a very caring, kind and romantic man. He doesn’t this side of him during work, only in private and intimate moments.

It was already midnight when I entered his office. The room was messy with many maps of buildings, files of another gang’s members, alongside with pictures of them. In the middle, if this mess was Yoongi, planning out his mission. He was sitting at his desk, with a cup of an already cold coffee, the desk filled with even more papers. The only light that fills his room comes from his lamp on his desk. Yooongi didn’t notice my appearance, he was in deep thoughts with his planning, chewing on a red pen. I stepped into the room and made my presence noticed. “Aren’t you tired?”, judging from Yoongi’s facial expression he was surprised that someone was still in the head quarter. Many members were on other missions or god knows where they went.

“How long have you been standing there?” he asks me as he balances his head on his left arm.

“Not long, I came here a moment ago. I want to go home, will you come with me?” I ask him even if I already know that he will stay here the whole night. Yoongi will work on this plan until he has finished it, even then he rarely comes home, not until he has finished the mission. Sometimes he won’t go home, his or my home, for days.

“I want to finish this, you know?”, he told me and turned back to whatever is on his desk. I turn around as I wanted to say a goodnight to him, there is no use in forcing him home. It will end with a long discussion and him staying up anyway. “Y/N? Can you do me a favour?”

Going on missions with Yoongi was always something thrilling.

It is rare that Yoongi goes on a mission with someone else, usually, he is the lone wolf and finishes his missions on his own. But he wanted that I join him on this mission, even though I knew that it’s dangerous, I knew the risks, even when I was afraid that something went wrong, I joined him.

We had to take some drugs from our rival gang, who stole it from us a few weeks ago. These drugs were meant for us, but these assholes had the guts to shoot our driver and take our drugs, which were in the amount of 5 million dollars. A huge loss for us. Our boss choosed one of his best man, Yoongi and he choosed me to help him. Everything went well, there wasn’t a problem until a loud alarm went off. I immediately found myself in a huge shooting between the rival gang members and us two. It was a mess, we couldn’t count how many of them were shooting at us. Yoongi and I hid behind a wall in a huge hall, where the drugs were located in. We both tried to make us a way through these women’s and men’s, who were trying to kill us. Right now the odds weren’t in our favour, we had to come with a plan as soon as possible, or else we would have died. The problem was, that we only had two pistols, with very few ammunition. We tried to kill as many opponents as possible, Yoongi with his Beretta 92 and me with my SP- 21 pistol. But that wasn’t enough.I leaned against the wall, which got perforated trying to find a way out, with or without the drugs. “Do you have any plan?” Yoongi asks me within breaths, hiding from a few bullets being shot in our way.

“No, not really. Do you have any idea? You have planned this mission, I am only here to help you.” I told him, standing up to shoot two times with success. The bullets hit a man in the torso and thigh. The wounds will leave him bled out and he will be dead within minutes. I hid again and turn to Yoongi who stares at the wall to our right. I followed his gaze. The hall was filled with many boxings, giving a lot of safe spots.

“If we run really fast alongside the wall there, we could get to the drugs. But we need to be really fast.” He told me pointing us a way through the boxings. It could be a way to the drugs, but would have it given us a way out? I didn’t have a good feeling with this, but was there any other way? We had to try.

I nod him an okay, before we sprang out from behind the wall, shooting 2 times each and running to our left. I had six bullets left. 2 in my pistol and 4 in my pocket. Not good.

Yoongi and I run between the boxings, separating our ways, in case we won’t get hit by a bullet. Only a few metre and we reached the drugs. I stopped behind a huge boy to catch my breath, looking around for Yoongi. I found him two boxes away from me behind another box. He gave me a thumbs up and a small nod. His sweat was dripping from his chin and he was breathing hard. Catching my breath, I noticed that the shooting from the rival gang has stopped. The room was covered with silence and you could hear our steps clearly. That how they tried to find us.

I stayed behind the box for a few moments until I heard quite steps. Someone was coming my way. I turned around to look for Yoongi, but he wasn’t where I found him moments ago. When has he left? I wanted to turn back, but then I was attacked by a woman. She tackled me to the ground and started to choke me. She wasn’t heavy, but her grip was fierce. Sh straddled my legs, but my arms were still free. I searched for my gun which was lying right beside me. With a lot of effort and very few oxygen I got my gun, slowly raised my gun up to her head, which she the woman has noticed. Her eyes went big and her hold around my throat stronger until I pulled the trigger of my gun. 5 Bullets left. The woman fell down on me, the grip immediately left and I was able to breathe again. My face was covered with sprinkles of her blood, which came out of her head. My opponents knew now where I was, regarding the noise of my pistol. Lightheaded I tried to stand up and search for Yoongi, finding a few other men which I took down with shot either in their head or through their heart. 2 bullets left.

I finally managed to get to the drugs, when a little surprise awaits me. Yoongi was already there, but he did not have a happy expression on his face. He noticed me and pointed at the drugs, where a note was attached saying ‘LOVE CAN BE DANGEROUS’.  Fuck.

“They didn’t just find out. They knew it! How did they found out?!” Yoongi was mad, really mad. Not only did they know that Yoongi and I are in their building, they also knew that we are in a relationship. “How many bullets do you have left?” He asked me, his gaze still on the note. What has he planned now?

“2.” I answer him quickly, his gaze now turning in my way. He took his gun out and pressed it into my hand. There came the weird feeling again.

“I have 6 Bullets left. Enough for you. Get out of here.” With that, he pressed his lips against mine. It surprised me, but then I closed my eyes and our lips were moving in sync, turning into a very deep passionate kiss. This kiss had every deep feeling, his lips felt hot against mine, it felt like I was kissing fire. He took my face in his hands to deepen the kiss, his right thumb caressing my cheek. Yoongi pulled himself apart from me, his forehead against mine and stared me into my eyes. I could read every emotion in his eyes. Love, passion, anxiety and sadness. I was clueless on what he was planning. “I love you.” And then he ran towards the man. I was shocked, my muscles froze and I was unable to move. Did he just? Did Yoongi just ran into his own death sentence? Tears strolled down my cheeks. I had to help him. I took a few steps forward, but I couldn’t find him. My mind was running crazy. I was almost went crazy.

I looked around me and slowly I realised that I am alone. Completely alone. That was my chance to grab the drugs and leave this hell. Yoogi gave me the opportunity to escape.

I quickly grabbed as much packets as I could in a bag and started to head to the way out.

There were a few rivals, which I could take down with the pistol Yoongi had given me. I escaped the rival gang’s head quarter with the hope, that Yoongi also got out.

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4 days after I got out and gave my boss the drugs. He was happy about the drugs, but sad about our loss. We lost Yoongi. No one heard of him, no one knew where he was. Everyone assumed that he was dead. After explaining our boss what has happened and also revealing that we were in a relationship he told me to stay home for a few days. He told me to take my time, but to come back soon enough.

I was lying on my bed in my dark room. My apartment was quite. No voice, no music. Nothing. Just the silence filled with sorrow. That’s how I felt. Sadness and Sorrow. It was in the middle of the night and I wasn’t able sleep. I tried to close my eyes, trying to forget everything, trying to not feel anything. But it didn’t help. I still felt the burning guilt inside of me. It didn’t want to go away. I assumed that this will be inside of me, until i die.

Suddenly I heard steps. Someone was inside my apartment. I immediately stood up, grabbing my gun out of my drawer. I released the safety catch and slowly walked into the living room. Is someone here of the rival gang to kill me? I took a few steps forward ready to kill someone. In fact, I noticed a figure standing in my living room, standing in front of my TV. I couldn’t see a lot, but I assumed that his back was faced to me. I slowly approached him, turned him around with my hand on his shoulder around and knocked his nose with my gun.

The someone started to scream in pain and I recognized the voice like no other. “Yoongi?!”

He was alive. He was in my living room. He was right in front of me. With a bloody nose. “Oh my god… “ I sprinted to the light switch and turned on the light. There he was, on the ground grabbing his nose in pain, blood everywhere. “Yoongi, I am so sorry.”

After cleaning his face and observing his nose I gave him a few painkillers until he can go and see one of our doctors. We were on the sofa when I started to ask him questions where he the hell was for the last few days. “I won’t tell you, for breaking my nose.�� He told me in a cold voice.

“Hey, I broke your nose, and I’m sorry about it. But what you’re doing isn’t fair. I was a mess the last few days. I was living in hell, I thought I lost you. I-I… “ I couldn’t speak anymore. By that I was a crying mess, crying out every emotion I had in, but Yoongi only stared at me.

“To be fair… Your hit was pretty good.” He told me. I weakly hit his arm and he took me into his arms, where I cried even more. And it didn’t stop for the night.

Admin Kasia

[lachimolala-is-love-and-life]

ROYAL DESTINY 

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Genre: Historical!Au, Fantasy!Au, Empereor!Au  Romance, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader/ Yoongi ( Daewchita version) x Reader

Characters: Princess!Reader, Empereor!Yoongi, Daewchita!Yoongi, Merchant!Jin, Soldier!Jungkook, Adviser!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Taehyung, Traveller!Hoseok 

Summary: Many emperors have led the people of the Joseon Empire, who are considered bloody tyrants and who are great guides for their people. This story telks about of two twin brothers heirs to the throne of the empire whose first noble blood ready to risk his life for a bright future, next to his beloved. The second of toxic blood, ready to condemn to death anyone who can turn against his path.

Prologue

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In a small forest in South Korea, of which neither the name nor the precise location is known, silence reigns in all its entirety. Winter is just around the corner and you can already see some small snowfall that is starting to make the landscape as if it were a white paradise. No moves, no sounds. But in the depths of this small place abandoned by God, comes out a small wooden house, large to accommodate a person or two at most. The snow already covers its roof and a small glimmer of smoke comes out of the chimney.

A weak old man is inside trying to warm up with that miserable fire produced by the little wood that he managed to procure during the hot season to prepare for the harsh winter of that year.

As she rubs her wrinkly hands, now weak from old age, and attempts to draw them close to that faint heat source, a small voice begins to come from upstairs.

"Harabeoji!!"

The old man smiled at himself thinking of the ringing voice that came from his bedroom. He struggled to get up from that shabby chair he was in to slowly head up the stairs to reach the child. Step by step he managed to reach the bedroom and the moment he opened the door...

"Harabeoji You are finally here. You took an eternity"

"Sorry Si Woo, I’m not so young anymore." 

Already in fact it was no longer that bold boy that he run from one side to the other of the Joseon Empire, spending fiery nights with young lovers and ready to stand up for himself to become one of the best soldiers of the emperor who so esteemed during the young age.

"Harabeoji, you are not as old as you think, are you or are you not one of the best companions of Emperor Min?"

"Ahaha exactly. You should have seen me when I was a boy. It was us against a power that seemed unstoppable. No one could stop us," said the old man, proud of what he did in the past.

"Ohh how strong you are!! Please harabeoji, tell me how you met with him. I am not sleepy, pleaseeee"

The old man sighed trying to assemble all the pieces of his memory in order to complete the puzzle of that memory, of the man who transformed it into what it was today. He took a long breath and...

"There was a legend..."

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There was a legend that told that on a night full of stars, in which the full moon shone in all its majesty, the greatest emperor the Joseon Empire had  been born, in which the moonlight would ensure its prosperity, wisdom, great fortune and love. And so it was that fateful night.

The citizens of the capital Hanseong were in the arms of Morfeo to rest from the heavy and tiring days of work while cries of suffering came from the sumptuous royal building. The servants continued to run back and forth throughout the palace following the directives of the court physician, as in the room of the two young rulers, the empress was dripping with sweat and sore in the belly while her companion, Min Sejong, held her hand. The women were totally caught up in the pains of labor, preparing to give birth to their first heir.

"Come on, honey, breathe. He thinks our son will be here soon in our arms."

The Queen looked with love at her husband despite labor pains. He smiled and thought that all this pain and suffering would be worth it. Their first child would come into the world and the idea of finally becoming a mother gave him the last strength to accompany him out of her.

"Her Majesty can push now, The child is ready to meet her parents," said the King of the court as she served her, they continued to bring water and cloth to relieve the sweats of their empress.

The empress began to push with all her strength, so much so that the head began to turn her for too much effort, but the desire to see her son gave him the power to push again.

Until...

"He was born! He was born! The young prince is finally among us," said the doctor, taking the little child in his arms as he cried loudly.

Min Sejong took his first child in his arms and looked at him with immense love. Even his young company began to smile and look at the little boy. They had worked so hard to get it, they waited a lot to meet him and finally he was here.

It was beautiful. Pitch black hair and two dark eyes so deep that it seemed that it could scan the soul.

But he did not in time to say a word that already the pain in the belly had returned and this time stronger than before.

"What’s going on? What’s happening to my wife?" the emperor asked the doctor.

The doctor held his hands and ran again to his sovereign.

"My emperor another child. Another child is about to be born! My lady please, push...I already see his head"

The sovereign once again pushed with the few forces he had left and soon after a few minutes a new cry surrounded the room.

"Two heirs? but how is that possible? Explain!"

"I don’t know His Majesty. I think it’s some kind of miracle. On this blessed night the moon wanted to reward your efforts of conception with two beautiful heirs"

Min Sejong looked at the child in his arms and his newborn brother in his mother’s arms. The second twin was identical to the first but strangely his hair was of a platinum blond never seen before.

A knock on the door interrupted the thoughts of the sovereign. A young woman appeared.

Kim Daiji. Young sovereign friend of her husband, just married to a young king of a neighboring country.

"O divine goodness. But what have we here? Two angels have just crossed our world. One with black hair as night and the other blond as day. Tell me if it is not a miracle your grace?"

The two rulers watched the girl. They had known her for years and could already understand her euphoria in seeing the two young princes, now asleep in the arms of their parents.

"Deiji. What are you doing here?"

"But what questions. I heard the news that you would have given birth in days and apparently I arrived in time"

The couple smiled, but already a frown appeared in the face of the Emperor. "What troubles your Grace?" Deiji asked.

"Nothing. We just weren’t expecting two children. There will be problems with the succession to the throne now. What can we do?"

Deiji looked with love at the two parents and with sweet words asked:

"Can I admire the two little ones first?"

Deiji first approached the dark-haired child and noticed a sort of gleam in his gaze, as if he wanted to communicate something to the young woman in front of him. 

Then he came up to the blond and as soon as he crossed his eyes something strange crept into her, like a lump in the throat as when he feel something weird but you’re not sure.

The girl looked away and turned again to the two royals

"I think this little boy here" - he said pointing to the baby with black hair " will be the true heir to the crown of Joseon. He will probably find some difficulties with his brother but surely he will be a great guide for the people. Besides, he’ll have to grow up to be a gentleman if he is going  to marry my daughter."

The Queen laughed " You just got married and you already think your first child will be a girl?"

"Oh sure. I feel it. They must absolutely govern together. But leaving this aside for the future, what will you call them?"

The king observed and after a few minutes of reflection said, "You, my son, the second seed, shall be called Agust, you shall do great things. While you" - he said turning to the first child - "you will be known as Min Yoongi. The greatest of our line and bearer of a bright future for our empire."

It is these words that will cause the beginning of something frightening.

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Genre: Historical!Au, Fantasy!Au, Empereor!Au  Romance, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader/ Yoongi ( Daewchita version) x Reader

Characters: Princess!Reader, Empereor!Yoongi, Daewchita!Yoongi, Merchant!Jin, Soldier!Jungkook, Adviser!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Taehyung, Traveller!Hoseok

Summary: Many emperors have led the people of the Joseon Empire, who are considered bloody tyrants and who are great guides for their people. This story telks about of two twin brothers heirs to the throne of the empire whose first noble blood ready to risk his life for a bright future, next to his beloved. The second of toxic blood, ready to condemn to death anyone who can turn against his path.

Chapter two

When little Yoongi slowly opened his eyes he could not immediately understand where he was. His eyesight was still blurred and his head was throbbing from the strong headache he had. Besides, his little body was still feeling weak, so much so that he couldn’t even sit down.

He couldn’t remember what happened or where he was at the time. He tried to stay awake to try to observe the place where his body lay, but in vain as his sight began to darken. He tried with a crumb of strength, but nothing.

In the end, he surrendered again to tiredness and everything went dark again.

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When he regained consciousness for the second time and opened his eyes he could clearly see where he was. He stared at the room where he was standing: a small room with wooden walls, furniture certainly handmade very old and dusty. They were definitely not at the same level as the building where he lived.

With difficulty he sat down. His body was still sore and even the sight seemed to have some lack. In fact from one eye he could see well, but the other? Zero. He could not perceive the room in its entirety. He slowly touched his right eye and felt a kind of fabric.

He turned his head in search of a mirror and found one of medium size, neither too big nor too small, also the latter ruined and dusty as the furniture of that small room. Obviously Yoongi was not picky about the furniture, probably the owner was not so rich or of a high class to afford the great privileges and riches of the nobles of the empire.

As soon as he met this his own gaze in the reflection of that mirror noticed a large bandage that enveloped his wounded eye and surrounded much of his head. Small red drops stained the faded white fabric. He touched the bandages again and remembered the fight to escape from the beast. He remembered how his great claw struck him where the cloth was now.

Yoongi sighed. Who knows how he ended up in such an anonymous situation. He clearly remembered before he fainted the enormous beast with bloodshot eyes ready to kill him. Maybe he was dead? Is this the place where people find when they die? A miserable little wooden house?

Yoongi’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard a voice in the distance, on the other side of the door. Light steps were approaching until the door handle of his room slowly began to lower. Someone was entering.

Yoongi’s first instinct was to lie under the sheets and pretend to be asleep again. When the door opened: Yoongi closed his eyes. He did not want to interact with those who were practically next to his bed, at least for now.

When he heard a presence near him he was surprised to hear a small voice from another child.

"Appa, he is still sleeping"

Whose voice was that? Appa? What the hell...?

Yoongi heard other steps and another voice was heard, this time as a grown man.

"Hobi, my little one, let our little guest sleep. It must have been a horrible experience for him, and he’s definitely going to be exhausted."

"But Appa. He’s been asleep for three days now. I’m worried."

"Your Appa took care of him and the only wound he brought back is to the eye. I’m only worried about his eyes. The only thing that bothers me is that he has not lost his sight. The wound was deep enough. Now, why don’t you make him something to eat. When he will wake up, probably he’ll be hungry as hell."

"Of course Appa" and Yoongi still heard those little steps moving away from the room quickly.

Suddenly a hand gently touched his forehead "OK, the fever dropped considerably. So all you have to do is wake up, little one," said the man with a sweet voice, such a sweet voice that convinced him to slowly open his still healthy eye.

"Oh good morning. I see that you are finally among us. How is it, little boy?" the man asked him.

Yoongi began to analyze it. He had a long beard and pitch black hair. Almond eyes of an intense brown. His smile was something that surprised him because it seemed to have the shape of a heart. He was wearing a washed-out white shirt, old gray pants with some holes, but strangely clean.

Yoongi became curious as he watched the man in front of him. Who was he? Was he the one who saved him?

"Hey, you look good, baby. Luckily, I was in the right place at the right moment. It was about to end very badly. It’s a good thing you screamed with all the air in your lungs. I rushed to your rescue and took out that ugly beast. Now there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re such a brave little man," he said as he messed up his hair.

"My son Hoseok is making you something to eat. You must be hungry. You slept for three whole days. My boyfriend is three years old but he’s really good. Since his mom is gone he’s really helping me a lot. Could you be friends eh? Ehehe"

Yoongi listened carefully to the person in front of him. He really had a voice that gave him confidence and finally gave him the courage to speak.

"Excuse me, sir. Who are you?"

"I’m sorry. I must be rude not to introduce myself sooner. My name is Jung Ji Yoo and I live with my son in this little house in the middle of the woods where you were lost. It’s just me and him and when we found you almost lifeless we took care of you. Now why don’t you get to know my son"

As soon as he finished the sentence a little boy with bowl hair of the same color of his father, indeed it looked just an exact copy of his parent without beard, the same eyes, same nose and same smile at heart... as if they were twins of different ages. Already twins. Wait... TWINS! AGUST!!

"I MUST GO! MY MOTHER AND BROTHER WILL BE WORRIED ABOUT ME. I MUST RETURN TO MY HOME" Yoongi said with great agitation as he tried to get out of bed, but the weakness of his body was such as to prevent him from getting up.

"Hey calm calm. You just woke up after three days. Your body is still weak to make any effort. Now breathe and eat something. Tomorrow when you’re better, we’ll get you home. Right, Hobi?" said Ji Yoo.

The little boy named Hoseok affirmed what his father said with his head and also approached Yoongi’s bed. In his hands he kept a steaming bowl with rice inside, chimchi and a few pieces of meat.

"I am Jung Hoseok and I made you something to eat. I hope you like it," he said as he handed him the plat

Yoongi grabbed her and as soon as she smelled the delicious scent, she realized how hungry she was at that exact moment. He started eating food like a hungry animal.

"Hey calm calm. You’ll get a stomachache if you eat like this. Go slowly. No one will take him away from you" - Hoseok’s father said with a smile - "Now will you tell us your name? So we can help you find your family”

Between a spoonful and the other Yoongi answered " I am Min Yoongi. Son of the great emperor and close to be the next royal emperor. Pleasure"

The two Jungs were amazed by the nonchalance with which the young man had responded. He was the king, successor to the throne of the Joseon empire.

"Excuse me, Your Highness," Ji Yoo said, bowing "it was an honor for me to serve the royal family and help the young prince. Hoseok bow please". Hoseok looked confused at his father, but bowed to his father’s orders.

"Do not bow please: My father is the king and not I. Please rise. And then when I will be the emperor I will cover you with riches for having helped me. In fact, I owe you and I should bow to you," Yoongi replied smiling.

Hoseok blushed when he saw the young prince’s smile. He was adorable. A gummy smile.

"Now little Yoongi. Let me check the eye wound and then we can get to know each other better. As soon as you get better I’ll take you home in the morning. All right?"

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That evening Yoongi found himself at ease with the little family. but he discovered that he had lost sight from his wounded eye. The news shocked him to the point of starting to cry. He could not be an emperor. He was no longer perfect. But Mr Jung reassured him that the scars are a sign of strength and power and that we should not be ashamed of it. In fact, we must bring them with pride.

During the rest of the day he also discovered that Hoseok’s father was a hunter in exile from his village because he had begun a secret relationship with one of the noblest daughters of the place. The two then were forced to flee because she became pregnant and in order to keep the child they escaped inside that forest and were thus exiled both. They built this house together, and when Hoseok was born, they knew they had made the right choice. But then she suddenly got sick and there was nothing more to do. When Hoseok turned a year she died.

Yoongi could not believe that story. He was so sad, but despite all the smile never disappeared from the faces of the two Jungs.

Then you find out that Hoseok really liked music and he loves heard his father when he sing. He was also really a handyman despite his youth. He explained to him his dream of travelling and training to become a valiant knight in the emperor’s court.

Yoongi smiled and promised that he would make him head of all the guards once he was crowned, and Hobi hugged him very tightly. Between the two a great friendship was being born and yoongi felt a love so great that he gave him the young boy in front of him. A love even his brother never gave him.

The two remained to talk and tell each other about the adventures that would live together when they grew up until they fell asleep embraced each other.

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Once morning arrived, Yoongi and the two Jungs were on their way to the royal palace.

"Who knows how worried everyone is" thought Yoongi.

Upon reaching the entrance to the forest Yoongi felt two contrasting emotions. Of happiness to see his family again but also of sadness because he did not know if they would ever see his new friend and the man who had helped him.

 They couldn’t get out of there because they were exiled, marginalized by society.

"Thank you for everything. I will miss you so much," Yoongi sobbed.

"Quiet Suga" - Yoongi smiled at the nickname that gave him Hoseok. Suga because according to him he was as sweet as sugar and so his smile too " We will meet again. We made promises. We left together for an adventure. Remember? We will definitely see each other and not to forget about me"

Hobi took off the bracelet his mother gave him and handed it to Yoongi. It was a miserable bracelet that was worth nothing if it was sold, but it had enormous emotional value.

Yoongi admired the gift his friend gave him and hugged him very strong , they hope it’s not the last time.

"Thank you so much. I’ll never forget you Hobi. I really hope to see you soon".

They reluctantly detached from the embrace and stared at each other with two huge smiles. Yes, surely Yoongi would never forget that beautiful heart-smile.

With a final farewell Yoongi began to run towards the royal palace with all the energy he had in his body. I wonder how happy they’ll be to see him again.

In fact, as soon as he approached the walls he heard his mother’s voice calling him incessantly.

Yoongi called her at times and ran towards her until she picked him up and carried him to her chest.

"My little one. I was so worried. I thought I’d lost you forever." said Sunmi weeping with joy.

"I’m at home Mom"

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Agust' s Pov

Three days had passed since I had left my brother to certain death. What a deliverance. Now it was the only and priceless. His stupid copy had disappeared, he would become emperor and rule with his wife.

In fact, speaking of consort she admired the little baby girl just born in her arms. When Yoongi disappeared, Aunt Deiji’s little girl was born.

But of course, once she gave birth, everyone started to worry about where the young crown prince was. What a waste of time. They had to thank him for freeing the family from the weak link.

Satisfied smile and kept looking at the little girl. Agust thought she was very beautiful. It was a mix of Western and Eastern. In fact, Aunt Deiji’s husband came from a little Italian country , where many envied the beauty of the people who live there. 

From her Aunt Deiji inherited her eastern traits and made her even more gorgeous. Surely she would become the most beautiful princess the Joseon Empire ever had and would become his wife.

If he would have trained her properly, she would have become perfect for him.

 The perfect wife for the perfect emperor.

"You, Y/N, my future wife. You’ll have to be good or I’ll have to punish you," said Agust smiling to himself.

But his thoughts were interrupted by his aunt’s servant, Park Jisoo she was called? He dioesn’t matter. He knew that she had a son recently named Jimin, but he didn’t care. He would be a miserable servant like his mother. Leaving aside these useless thoughts, the servant girl goes against to him.

"My prince. Luck wanted to kiss your family!!!" she said out of breath, probably for running so fast.

"Why?"

"His brother, Min Yoongi, has been found!!

W-What?!

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Genre: Historical!Au, Fantasy!Au, Empereor!Au  Romance, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader/ Yoongi ( Daewchita version) x Reader

Characters: Princess!Reader, Empereor!Yoongi, Daewchita!Yoongi, Merchant!Jin, Soldier!Jungkook, Adviser!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Taehyung, Traveller!Hoseok

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Summary: Many emperors have led the people of the Joseon Empire, who are considered bloody tyrants and who are great guides for their people. This story telks about of two twin brothers heirs to the throne of the empire whose first noble blood ready to risk his life for a bright future, next to his beloved. The second of toxic blood, ready to condemn to death anyone who can turn against his path.

Chapter three

"Mom, I’m home," said little Yoongi as he hugged his nadre so tightly. It had only been a few days but she had missed him like the air.

"My little one, where have you been? What happened to you? You are here in my arms when everyone had lost hope. I knew your little heart was still beating. I could feel it and you’re here with me now. In my arms." He sobbed Sunmi tightly holding his son and carrying his little head in the hollow of his neck.

Many people arrived soon after, including the father and most of the palace servants. They still didn’t believe the young crown prince was there, alive and well in front of their eyes.

Min Sejong approached his wife and her young son, still in disbelief of what was going on. After three days of uninterrupted research he had lost hope that his son disappeared and would never return. How to blame him. He was only four years old and when Agust ran to them saying that Yoongi had gone away alone from the palace to explore the damn forest, he had already feared the worst. After all, he was just a child.

Even Deiji, exhausted from childbirth after giving birth to his first daughter Y/n, ignored the fatigue of his body to look for him. Luckily, Agust offered to take care of the little girl while we began to search the entire capital of the Joseon Empire to find her.

"Son, you’re alive. I am so happy to see you again" smiled the father caressing the child’s face, but immediately after that smile disappeared to be replaced by an expression mixed with anger and confusion.

"The eye. My son. What happened to your eye? Who dared to scratch your face?" he said with a grin of anger.

"Father was horrible. A beast as huge as a colossal statue attacked me. I can no longer see from this eye. I see everything dark if I close the healthy one," said Yoongi sadly, but his expression changed to a macro smile when he thought back to two people in particular "But I met two people who came to my rescue. Mr. Jung Ji Yoo and his son Hoseok treated me and brought me back here."

"Jung Ji Yoo? Did I hear right?"

"Yes. It’s him! He was so kind. They live in the woods. Then I became friends with his son."

Yoongi continued to speak, but his father had other thoughts in his head. He turned to the chief of the guards and said, "We have finally found him! It’s always been hidden in there. You go and search the woods far and wide. As soon as you find it, bring it to me immediately. He will be executed."

Yoongi didn’t understand. Mr. Ji Yoo will be executed? What? But he helped him.

"But what do you say dad. He did nothing wrong. He brought me to you."

Sejong bowed to his son and in a severe voice told him "Min Yoongi you are lucky to be alive”.

 That man is long accused of high treason towards the royal crown. After impregnating a woman he fled with her. That woman was my sister and he dared to contaminate her with his filthy peasant hands. He betrayed the royal family and he stained the purity of the blood of Min. disappeared for years but we finally tracked him down. We will execute him and his dirty son will be sent to the fields of the empire as a slave. All this happens thanks to you, my son. You saved the Min line."

What? Yoongi didn’t understand. The man who helped him couldn’t have done this to his family. He was a good man and so was Hoseok.

Wait. But if Hoseok’s mom was her father’s sister and so her aunt...

Hoseok was his cousin? But how? They didn’t look alike! So if they were cousins, his dad would send a family member to slavery.

"Father, you can’t do this. Mr Jung is a good person and he took care of me when I was wounded. You cannot kill him and send Hoseok to the camps to forced labor. He is only three years old and he will die. I pray Father," said Yoongi with tears in his eyes.

"Ah Hoseok’s name is that little monster. Yoongi, he has no right to possess the pure and real blood of the Min. His father will be condemned to death and his son will be made a slave. I don’t want any objection. " - then he turned to a court servant - "Now take Yoongi to his room to reflect: It will weigh us twice to move away from home so recklessly. Tonight I will take him and his brother and we will discuss what will happen".

Yoongi began to rebel when the servant took him in his arms to do what he had been ordered to do and while he was being driven away he kept shouting "NO FATHER PLEASE: THEY ARE GOOD PEOPLE! PLEASE!" but it was all for nothing. He was only a child and was not so strong as to escape from the arms of the servant.

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Yoongi found himself locked in the room alone with tears in his eyes. Because his dad was so cruel to those who had helped him.

Hoseok’s father would have been beheaded. In fact, the royal guards managed to find Jung Ji Yoo within a few hours, but strangely there was no trace of Hoseok.

In fact, once they found the house Ji Yoo surrendered without too much resistance and when they asked about his son did not utter a word. Although they searched throughout the house and outside, in the surroundings, they never found the little boy with a smile in the shape of a heart that Yoongi loved so much.

This news was heard by two court servants who passed near Yoongi’s room and when he heard what happened, Yoongi let himself be abandoned to a desperate cry.

That evening there would be his beheading and the poor four-year-old could do nothing to prevent it.

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That same evening he was recalled by his father to the throne room. When he was in the middle of the room he could see how the two parents were sitting in their respective thrones and in front of him was his brother Agust.

When he approached his brother to see him after three days he noticed that he had a dark look and if he could kill him with his eyes, Yoongi would already be dead at that exact moment.

When his father began to speak with a stern voice, the twins gave him their full attention.

"My children, I have studied the situation. Yoongi, you have been very reckless in running away from your brother. It also makes me realize that you are too reckless in your actions. I think it’s because of your too soft heart. Look at Agust. Even though you are the same age, he is composed and can reason with a cold mind. He has a strong heart as a true emperor and does not let emotions interact with his choices. As a true leader. After your irresponsible actions, I’m thinking of reconsidering who will be my successor. From now on, you’re both gonna have to commit because now I’m not sure you can be a true Yoongi ruler. Learn to be like your brother”.

Agust smiled at his father’s words. He had not managed to get rid of his brother. It’s true. But now he could fight for the succession of the throne as any security of Yoongi as sovereign was crumbling.

Instead Yooni bowed his head. He could not believe that all this was happening. If he would not become emperor he could not keep the promises made to Hoseok. If the little child would be found.

"Now, to try to strengthen your heart, you will come with me. You too, Agust. You might need it too."

The twins followed their father to a sort of balcony. It was very special as a place because it was there that the sovereign usually made the announcements.

But as soon as they came out, Yoongi knew something was wrong. A crowd of a hundred people stood in the courtyard of the royal palace. At the center there was a figure on his knees.

JI Yoo was that person and behind him the court bia.

So... oh no, no, no, no

Yoongi looked at his father with a desperate look and so he did when he crossed the look of the man who had rescued him.

"Subjects of the Joseon Empire. The man in front of you dared stain the royal blood of the Min dynasty, of your rulers. There will be no mercy for those who try to make such an attempt on the crown. Now to make you understand better the punishment. Executioner, do your job."

"Father NOO! I beg you," said Yoongi with tears garlic eyes and with despair pulled his father’s robe, but the latter ninth considered it to be of the slightest.

The executioner raised the enormous axe for the executions. Yoongi with a final nod looked at Hoseok’s father and he smiled at him one last time without the sharp blade coming into contact with his head and stained himself with blood.

Yoongi was in shock. Mouth wide open and eyes frozen by horror.

Agust, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the scene. Not only could he sense a sense of power in seeing a dull death, it made him feel unstoppable. He wanted to see more and more and more...

"Take that body away. And I hope you two have learned a lesson. There is no pity for anyone. Not even for your loved ones. Now get back to the camera.

Yoongi ran away crying desperately while Agust enjoyed seeing his brother’s despair.

"Good brother. Show yourself weak and foolish. So the crown will be mine," he thought. He also went to his room.

When he arrived in the room, Yoongi threw himself into bed and cried desperately. How could his father be so cruel. How could he be the son of such a ruthless being. Now Hoseok was without a father and it was all his fault. I wonder if that child was still alive. Because of him a family had gone to destroy itself. If only he had not gone away. If only he’d been braver and not as weak as a rabbit. The symbol of the Min family was a tiger and sincerely felt weak as a wounded kitten.

Yoongi cried and cried for hours, holding the bracelet that gave him the friend that morning. Everything was destroyed and it was his fault.

Yoongi cried until she fell asleep and everything went dark again.

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Yoongi was awakened by a knock on the door.

His eyes hurt him and were red and swollen from too much crying. His head was throbbing and he was not feeling well at all. He was nauseous, and just thinking about the scene he had witnessed gave him vomiting.

"Forward," he said weakly when he heard knocking again.

Deiji’s head appeared and gave him a sweet, but small smile. Given the current situation, the girl could only imagine how Yoongi felt. No child his age has to witness such obscenity and cruelty. All he had to do was grow up and think about playing like any four-year-old.

The girl wanted to be close to the little prince and decided to take with her  little daughter a few days.

Yoongi noticed that Deiji’s complexion was on the pale, and some eyesight was under his sweets, but yet he looked at him with extreme gentleness. Like Hoseok’s father did.

Just thinking about it, the tears started to flow again in his face. Deiji approached him cautiously and took him under his wing with his arm free, letting vent again in his chest.

Meanwhile the little Y/n was watching the scene and when she saw the closeness with the child’s hand in front of him, she decided to console him by forcefully grabbing one of her fingers in her chubby little hands.

Yoongi raised his head and saw the little creature holding his finger and slowly carried it in his mouth and began to suck it off. Maybe for some kind of comfort?

Deiji admired the scene in front of him and let a little laugh escape.

"I see you’ve met Y/n. You know, she was really looking forward to meeting you."

Yoongi admired the child and despite the tears falling down, she could only be enchanted by the look and her huge eyes. They were slightly almond-shaped. Sincerely she possessed few Asian traits taken from his mother. She was more like her father, but Yoongi thought she was the most beautiful baby she’d ever seen.

"You know, Yoongi, my darling, I know you feel bad about what happened today, but you mustn’t let it get you down. That man sacrificed himself, probably to safeguard his son’s life.I am convinced of that. He is still alive and his father will have heard the arrival of the soldiers and decided to make him flee somewhere. One day you will meet again. I’m sure. Hoseok, did you say his name was?"

Yoongi sadly nodded. His aunt Deiji was an intelligent and wise woman, rarely mistaken. If his words are correct now Hobi was alive somewhere, all alone.

 How he wanted to run into his arms and tell him that everything would be okay, that he was there to protect him. He was only three years old and surely would have been lonely.

"Listen to me, Yoongs. I know this situation is difficult for you but always remember one thing. If you really love a person this will come back to you, find the way to reach your heart. You will find yourself one day" he said caressing the scar that was in Yoongi’s eye.

"Don’t touch me there. I’m disgusting. Hoseok’s father said it was a sign of strength, but now it disgusts me. I’m horrible and imperfect now. No one will love me, not even your daughter zia. I’m so disgusting," he said, moving away the woman’s hand.

“I don’t think you’re disgusting, little one. Our scars tell our story, whether it’s good or bad. You are a little Yoongi warrior. When you were born I immediately realized that you would do great things in life. Your heart is too sweet to welcome into you the wickedness of the people. You’ll probably have to deal with difficult situations and sometimes you’ll think you’ve lost your way, but believe me, my darling, you’ll always find the path you thought you lost with the help of the people who love you and will stay by your side. Then my daughter doesn’t think that scar is horrible, I think she thinks it’s adorable? Deiji said with a smile.

Yoongi noticed that Y/n’s hand was touching it with curiosity and her eyes were glowing. Yoongi felt the same pleasant sensation as when he touched his aunt’s belly. He felt a connection and from that moment he understood that he had to protect that child from the evil of the world. If he couldn’t protect Hoseok before , he’d do it for her at least.

Yoongi closed his eyes when his tiny hand began to caress his hand and gave in to the small gesture of affection.

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14 years later...

Yoongi opened his eyes and smiled at the young fourteen-year-old girl who stood in front of him and was caressing his cheek with a sweet smile.

"What were you thinking, Yoongs?" smile Y/n

"No love of mine, only how beautiful you are"

Yoongi saw her grow in recent years and had witnessed her evolution from child to a real girl.

He had learned to love her all those years and kept the promise he kept on that dark day 14 years ago.

Now he was 18 and she was fourteen, but despite everything she also learned to love the man in front of her. Every little detail and scar had become his favorite feature.

"You’re so stupid, you know that. I hate it when it makes me embarrassed," Y/n said, turning all red.

Yoongi smiled only at how adorable she was at the time and a faint laugh slipped out of his lips.

"You are beautiful" he repeated, leaning his forehead on his. Their looks crossed and so did their lips. They exchanged a tender kiss of love. Whenever they kissed that feeling of butterflies in the stomach there was always, they loved each other so much that no one would separate them.

"You know that tomorrow night your father will decide who will be his successor. Either you or your brother Agust. I hope it’s you because I love your brother very much, but I love you Yoongi. I want to marry you and be with you. If my hand were to be given to him. I don’t know what I would do," said Y/n sadly thinking that his wedding fortune would be confirmed the next day.

"Do not worry, my love. According to the wise I should be the right person to ascend to the throne. Councilman Namjoon also confirmed to me that I would definitely be the next successor. And if it does not have to be. We will run away together. We will run away where no one can reach us, we will build our house and we will start our family. I swear to you. You will always be by my side."

 Yoongi gently said as he stroked the girl’s cheek.

She leaned on her touch and put her little hand on that of her beloved.

"I hope you’re right. Then Namjoon was always a weird and clumsy guy, but he was never wrong. But like you said, if they ever try to separate us, we’ll run away together. Promise to me.”

"I promised my baby"

And they exchanged one last kiss before they set out for the royal palace.

But they were unaware that someone was listening to their conversation.

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Agust’s pov

Agust’s pov

I’m sorry, brother, but everything you promised her and what you promised her will be taken away from you tonight when I fulfill my plan that I’ve been studying over the years to get rid of you.

And with an evil smile Agust moved away from the hiding place where a few minutes he was spying on the young couple.

He also went to the palace to deal with the final preparations of his plan to destroy his stupid copy again

Wait and you will  see your failure , your Majesty.