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[wocfics]

Broken Record 3

Part 3

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

MYG x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, THE SMUT IS NOW HERE. (Tongue technology activated)

Word Count: 6k

You had been walking on eggshells the past couple of months around Yoongi. Since you had been in such high spirits lately, you got a little too excited to bring Yoongi an Americano to his home studio and without thinking, it slipped from your hands and landed all over his equipment, causing his very expensive recording table to short circuit and die out. He was lucky he saved everything onto his laptop but shouted at you when it happened. You’d never heard someone’s voice so loud before, let alone his. You both knew it was an accident but when he yelled ‘GET THE FUCK OUT!’ at the top of his lungs, you froze up and quickly ran out of the studio with tears in your eyes.

Your mood was up and down since then. Trying to do things to cheer him up like make his favorite foods or replace the sheet masks you used up the month before that were his but he didn’t mind you taking them. 

Now sitting in the living room on your couch with your laptop on your lap, you looked up different recording tables, chewing on your bottom lip until you came across one identical to the one he had and looked at the price. Holy shit! It was definitely worth replacement since you were the one who screwed it all up so you purchased it without thinking twice and typed in all of your information and even got a protection plan on it as well. 

There weren’t many words exchanged between the two of you, only one of you saying if you were heading out or what you wanted to eat. He didn’t even hug you anymore and you were starting to get a little depressed from the lack of skin ship that you were getting used to. You kept to your side of the bed and often wondered if he even liked you anymore. You were bigger than he was, maybe you could start on that diet you saw some girls doing a couple of weeks ago. Or maybe head to the nearest plastic surgeon to get a few pounds lifted off of you.

Sitting behind the counter of your music shop, dressed in ripped jeans and a black button up blouse, you looked down at your phone when it buzzed, notifying you that you received a new email. Glancing around the store, it was empty for now, you looked over the email and saw that the recording table was delivered and mentally cursed at yourself. You wanted it to be a surprise for Yoongi and today was his day off. Hopefully he wasn’t home by the time you got there so you could set it up for him. You quickly sent him a text, seeing if he was home. He read it and the three little bubbles that showed he was typing came into view before he simply sent a thumbs down emoji. 

After helping a few people in the store and ringing up their items, you closed the register and the store before heading home and kicking your shoes off by the door after seeing the boxes outside of it. You pulled everything in and down to the studio, taking off your blouse and putting it on the back of the computer chair, leaving you in a tank top. You pulled up your hair and began opening the boxes and reading the instructions on how to put everything together. This was gonna take a while.

The front door opened and Yoongi walked in, seeing your shoes on the side, he kicked off his slides and looked around for you but didn’t seem to find you until he heard something moving around and thud down in the studio. Sighing heavily to himself, he took a deep breath before heading down, wondering what it is that you had broken now. He was looking for a replacement for his table but the last one was sold out days ago and he didn’t know when the same one would be available. He knows you didn’t ruin it all on purpose so he took the day to spend time with Hobi, talking over the situation and wondering what to do. He had to apologize for sure, not wanting to make you upset given your vulnerable state. It was wrong to ignore you all this time and he could see that you were trying to make it up to him.

When he opened the studio door and saw you plugging in something, the boxes across the room, he blinked a few times before clearing his throat. You turned around, standing up quickly and fixing your hair. 

“Um, hi...uh, I-I wanted to clean everything up first before you got back but I found you a new recording table. It’s the exact same one and I set it up by myself, I even got a warranty on it and everything. I also got a smaller table to go on the side just in case I do ever bring you another coffee so it won’t spill all over your com-” You were cut off by his lips pressing into yours. It was nice for him to finally kiss you. You had tried to kiss him before but he kept saying he wasn’t ready and you weren’t one to pressure anyone. They felt right against your pouty ones, molding together, one hand on your waist and the other one on the back of your neck. Your hands were gripping the front of his shirt, your lips chasing after his when he pulled away and looked down at you. 

You stared up at him, waiting for him to say anything. “I’ve been looking for two days for this table, trying to figure out why it was unavailable. Thank you..Y/N. You didn’t have to buy this for me.” He moved his hands to cup your face, rubbing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks before pressing another kiss into your lips. He was going to end up kissing you silly at this point. “I’m sorry for ruining the last one.” You finally spoke, your body felt like pudding under his touch. His black hair was pulled away from his eyes and he couldn’t help the gummy smile that appeared on his face. “I should be apologizing to you. I was an asshole for yelling at you the way I did. I never meant to hurt your feelings, especially with everything going on with you.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head in the process. 

“Are you hungry?” You asked after helping with clearing out the boxes and taking them to the front door. Yoongi handed you your shirt and you took it, draping it over your shoulder. He nodded. “We can wait. I need a shower first.” He pulled his shirt over his head while walking into the bedroom and tossing it into the dirty laundry bin. You made your way into the kitchen, prepping some steaks and setting them in a bowl to marinate in the fridge. 

You’re well aware that you haven’t had sex in a very long time and you haven’t with Yoongi yet. Neither of you made a move on each other just yet and you wondered why he wasn’t trying to. Part of you figured it was because of how you looked and another part of you wondered if maybe he was seeing someone else, even before the two of you got married. You didn’t want to speak on it but at least he kissed you right? It was a start anyways. Did he find you attractive? He never complimented any of your outfits or your hair for that matter. Maybe he was just busy and tired. 

You sat on the edge of your shared bed, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom so that you could jump in before starting on dinner. Once the shower turned off, you watched him walk out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and water dripping from his hair. You could tell he was gaining some muscle weight but you said nothing. Often, you’d catch yourself staring too long like you were right now, blinking and looking away. “I’ll be right out to get started on dinner.” You passed by him and into the bathroom. You hopped into the shower, sighing heavily as the hot water hit your skin. Yoongi chuckled to himself in the bedroom before changing into his pajamas. 

It was a long time coming for Yoongi to just even kiss you. You had been “married” for six months although you couldn’t blame him, jumping right into someone’s life without knowing anything about them was sudden on both ends. Every part of you wanted this to work with him, you were still figuring each other out after all. 

Not wanting to spend too much time in the shower, you washed and did your skincare routine before heading into the bedroom. You could hear music from the kitchen and figured Yoongi plugged up his phone to the home speaker, playing some slow jams while you finished getting ready, opting for the blue silk pajama shorts and matching tank top.

Once your hair was clipped up, you headed into the kitchen to take everything from the fridge, glancing over at Yoongi who was now sitting at the island, pouring wine into two glasses. 

“What’s for dinner?” He asked, grabbing one of the glasses and taking a sip from it, smacking his lips together and glancing up at you. You missed his eyes scanning over your body while you grabbed various pots and pans. 

“Steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, asparagus and I made a cheesecake yesterday with a mango drizzle.” You spoke while heating up the pan and looking over at him. “What? Is there something on my face?” You lightly touched your face and dropped your hands when you saw him laughing and shaking his hand while walking over to you with the other glass of wine in his hand for you. You grabbed it, thanking him and took a sip before raising your eyebrows. 

“It’s nothing you just...it’s nothing. I like the pajamas.” 

He moved next to you, deciding to help with cooking. This night was going to be interesting.

Two bottles of wine later, you sat at the table with him, talking about the many customers you got on a daily basis while he told you about filming the Run BTS episodes. 

“There’s always this really cute couple that comes in and since I have a little cafe they get black coffee with two scoops of sugar and always request jazz. They dance and always leave a big tip and it’s the cutest thing ever.” 

Your entire face was hot from the wine getting to you but you weren’t drunk by any means. Yoongi’s cheeks were red but by now he was just eating at the last bits of his slice of cheesecake while you spoke.

“Maybe we’ll be like that someday. When our kids are moved out and we stay in the city and Min Holly will be old with us too.” 

Your eyes were low while you stared at him. He really wanted children with you? Maybe you were doing something right after all. “Our kids will be cute. I hope they look like you.” You confessed, finishing the rest of the wine in your glass and standing up from your seat, stretching and yawning. “They’ll look like both of us. You’re beautiful Y/N, don’t forget that.” He put the dishes in the sink, grabbing your hand afterwards and turning to pull you into your bedroom after turning out the lights. 

“Yoongi...I’m sorry for breaking your recording table, I know with everything going on with me that I have these manic episodes and I get so overly excited that sometimes I don’t realize that the good that I think I’m doing might be something bad-” 

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it and I shouldn’t have yelled. It was an accident and it’s fixed now. Everything’s saved on my computer anyways so it’s okay.” 

You both brushed your teeth and you left Yoongi to do his skincare routine.

Taking down your hair, you walked over to your dresser and put your clip away, listening to Yoongi pull the blanket back on the bed and sit down on the edge of it. Although he had worked earlier in the day, finishing up some touches on his new album, he was exhausted. Everything was finalized and he wanted to release it tonight and have a Vlive with you tomorrow. 

Putting on your black satin bonnet, you turned out the light and crawled into bed next to him, facing the ceiling. He let out a loud sigh and glanced over at you. “My album release is tomorrow. If you’re not bust later, I’d like to do a Vlive with you later on and have a few drinks.” He grabbed your hand under the blanket and intertwined his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumbs against the top of your hand. You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip and looking at him. “I’d love that. I’m excited to hear it. I’ve only heard little beats but I know it’s gonna be great.” 

You both turned towards each other and he pulled you closer to him, putting your leg over his hip before leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but lean in, capturing his lips again and resting your hand on the back of his neck. His tongue snaked between your lips, causing you to moan into his mouth as his wet appendage tangled with yours. His one hand resting against your leg, moved up and around to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh. Pulling you on top of him, you panicked for a second, ready to move off of him but he held you there, pulling away front our lips to look at you. “I don’t break that easily. It’s okay.” His hands holding onto your hips and moving your now wet clothed core against the tent in his pants. Leaning back down to kiss him, you moved your lips down to his neck, careful not to leave any lingering marks since he was going live tomorrow. 

Lifting his shirt over his head, you kissed his chest, licking one of his nipples which made him tense up a little before looking down at you as you stared at him through your lashes. Sliding down further, his hands slipping away from your body, you took off your bonnet and kissed down his stomach until you got to his shorts, nipping at his hips before looking up at him. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered. He groaned in response and lifted his hips to remove his shorts, his cock standing at full attention now that you were eye to eye with it.

His member was perfect in every way, not too long and not too wide and the small bead of precum dripping from the tip made your mouth water for it to be inside of your mouth. Gripping it in your hand, you swiped your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum over the rest of his cock before licking one stripe from the base to the tip, earning a deep groan from him before you wrapped your lips around him and closed your eyes.

His hand immediately went to your hair and kept it out of your face as he looked down at you. Deep brown eyes staring right back into his eyes as you looked up at him before closing your eyes once more and began to suck on his tip, setting an even pace as you slowly took more and more of him into your mouth. 

Taking all of him into your mouth until your forehead was now touching his lower stomach, you heard him sigh heavily and grip your hair a little tighter. His tip hitting the back of your throat as you began moving your head up and down. 

“Fuck, Y/N..” He growled, his head falling back into the pillow as his hands began to move your head up and down on his dick faster, his hips thrusting slightly into your mouth, making you moan. The vibrations from your throat shooting into his cock and making him moan from the feeling. You hand moved down to cup his balls, massaging them in your hand as he used both of his hands to thrust up into your mouth quickly, saliva dripping down from your mouth and the lewd sounds coming from him abusing your throat as well as the quiet gagging coming from you had you pressing your thighs together together.

“That’s it baby, just like that...fuck, you like that?” 

He stared down at you, loving his view of tears spilling over your cheeks as you continued your ministrations, pushing your head down and swallowing all of his length before coming back up and swirling your tongue over the tip, him gasping in the process. 

“I like when you fuck my throat..” You licked your lips before going back to swallowing his cock again, letting him fuck into your throat as he tossed his head back. It was sloppy the way your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto the bed as his thrusting became faster and sloppier, his breath catching in his throat. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He grunted. Cupping his balls again, you squeezed and massaged them again, his breath catching in his throat before he grunted loudly as his release came, coating the back of your throat in his seed, your lips suctioning onto him and swallowing every bit of him as he stilled and moaned over and over until it became to much and he lifted your head off of him. 

Sitting up, you licked your lips and shifted slightly since there was now a wetness between your legs from how turned on you got from him. Kissing up his stomach, you kissed him before looking down at him. “Better?” You asked and he smiled that beautiful gummy smile at you before turning over on top of you and kissing you again. 

He kissed your neck, lifting up your shirt and paused when his alarm went off on his phone for him to release his album. He sighed heavily and pecked your lips before moving off of you and grabbing his phone, typing a few things and pressing a few buttons before smiling at his screen.

It was good that he was distracted, you got up from the bed which caused him to turn to you. “Where are you going?” He asked. You pointed to the bathroom and disappeared behind the door, cleaning yourself up before returning to the room where he laid on the bed, his phone on the nightstand and his eyes closed. 

Laying back down, you turned your back towards him in which he turned on his side and pulled you closer, kissing your shoulder and sighing. You wanted it to be about him, but something inside you wanted to continue things more in the bedroom with him, this was the first time you were even this intimate with each other but you were happy that he was able to let you make him feel good. You were used to giving pleasure anyways but at least you could do it for someone you were now married to. 

💮

Coming home late was exhausting, especially when Yoongi knew he had to be up early the following day but for some reason, he still had some energy left. Practice finished early so he figured he'd ask Jin to help him out with something afterwards. It was hard for him to be the romantic type, with not having that many relationships after becoming an idol. He figured Jin was the most charismatic and had a good eye for jewelry. 

You were laying across the bed in pajama pants and a bralette, scrolling through your phone while Holly laid at the foot of the bed asleep from the walk you two went on after you came home from getting your hair braided in town. Yoongi walked into the kitchen, getting a cup of water and heating up his food that you left for him. 

While his food was heating up, he walked into the bedroom and cleared his throat, you looking over your shoulder at him before sitting up and smiling. “How was practice?” You grabbed the giant shirt from the bed and quickly slipped it on before standing up, causing Holly to jump off the bed and walk past Yoongi into the living room, probably wanting more sleep. 

“It was good. Come in the kitchen, I wanna show you something...I like the braids.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him into the kitchen. He took his food from the microwave and sat it at the island. You took a seat, your eyes moving to look up at him as he came to stand between your legs and kiss you, cupping your cheeks. You can taste the bitterness of coffee that he had throughout the day and he tasted the mint flavored toothpaste. He pulled away, and sat down to start eating his dinner. 

“How was Holly? Did you open the store today?” He asked, biting into the giant piece of broccoli. 

“He was fine, we went for a walk. Yes and no, I opened it for a few hours before closing to go to my hair appointment since it was a bit of a drive.” You moved the box braid that was falling in your face to the side and watched him while he nodded and devoured his food. You passed him his water and he hummed before digging into his pocket and turning to face you.

“Give me your left hand.” He placed the box on the counter and you gasped, staring at it and then staring at him before quickly giving him your freshly manicured hand. He opened the box which revealed a black diamond ring with white diamond throughout the band, illuminating the darkness of the ring. “I wanna make sure this fits.” He took it out and slid it onto your ring finger. 

How smooth of him. You loved the way it was sparkling in the kitchen light, smiling at it before looking at him and leaning over to kiss him. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” You mumbled against his lips before pulling away and looking down at the rock on your finger again. “Just like you, Y/N. I want you to know that. When you’re upset or even happy, I want you to know that you’re beautiful. I’m not very good at this whole romantic thing but I want to try with you and to let you know that I’m here.” He drank more of his water before kissing the back of your hand. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, fluttering at his confession to always be there for you. That’s all you’ve ever wanted from anyone. It may not have worked out the way you pictured it but you were thankful for him, especially over the past couple of months you spent with him. 

“Go in the room, I’m gonna clean up and shower and I’ll meet you.” Standing from his seat, he grabbed his plate and cup and went to the sink to clean them. You walked back into the room, rubbing over the ring while sitting on the edge of the bed. This was real and he really loved you. He might not have said it yet but you could feel it. 

He was it for you. You had your issues and he had his, but he put his aside to help you with yours and for that, you couldn’t have been more thankful. Dealing with your Bipolar Disorder alone was the toughest obstacle in life you ever had to face and now, someone was willing to help you through it and let you know that they were there for you. You want to get help, especially if the first five years of you two being married worked out. You wanted to give him children one day but you wanted to be stable first. You owed it to yourself and now to Yoongi, who has been calm with you even if he does get frustrated with your moods sometimes. 

He walked into the bathroom while you made up the bed and looked over yourself in the full length mirror. Turning your body from side to side. You were making progress with your weight, you definitely made sure you weren’t gaining another pound more. You had a great shape, but the extra weight made you a little insecure sometimes. You had a few tattoos here and there all over your body which Yoongi did point out that he liked. 

You didn’t realize how long you were staring in the mirror until Yoongi walked back into the room with a pair of boxers on, staring at you from his side of the bed. “Y/N, what are you doing?” He plugged up his phone to charge while waiting for you to answer. 

Turning from the mirror, you shook your head and climbed into bed next to him. “I was just…” You chewed on your lower lip for a second, causing him to tsk and lean over to place a soft kiss against your lips. “You look fine. I told you to stop that.” He was referring to you staring too hard at yourself in the mirror. He caught you doing it a few times and after a while he had to speak up about it.

“I can’t help it. I’m trying.” You huffed and turned to turn off the light. Climbing under the blankets after tying your braids up and laying down. Yoongi joins you and presses his face into the back of your neck, pressing small kisses to your skin. You closed your eyes at the feeling, his lips moving to the side of your neck. His hands moved up and down your waist, sliding down to grip your thigh. 

“Look at me.” He whispered.

You turned around slowly, your eyes meeting his. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip and connected your lips together. Slowly rolling on top of you to settle his lower body between your legs, he parted your lips with his tongue, a groan leaving both of you. The kiss went from sweet to hunger, your body heating up and our hips bucking when he moved his hips into yours. Your hands resting on his shoulders, your fingernails raking through his wheat colored hair. 

His lips moved along your jaw, neck and chest, moving down until he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his thumb and index pulling and pinching the other. Your breathing picked up, groaning as he circled your nipple with his tongue before doing the same with the other until he was moving his lips across your stomach. He pulled off both your pajama bottoms and panties, tossing them on the floor along with the blanket. Your eyes shot open when he kissed between your thighs, the panic setting in before you closed your legs, his head moving up before you crushed him with your thighs. 

He glared at you, taking hold of your knees and forcing your legs apart. “Keep them open, baby…” He kisses the inside of your thigh again and it shoots right to your throbbing pussy. 

“You don’t have to-holy fuck.” You moaned as he licked up from your entrance to your clit, chuckling at your reaction. 

“Realx, this is my specialty. Let me take you on a trip, jagiya.” His tongue circled your clit while you glanced down at him. Your hands now hold onto the sheets since the blanket was thrown off the bed. You thank the heavens your door was closed, knowing Holly would just run in and ruin everything by climbing onto the bed. 

Yoongi wrapped his arms around your thighs, making sure they stayed open as he buried his face in you, prodding his tongue inside of you and going back to suckling on your bundle of nerves. 

You tossed your head back, your back arching as sweet moans fell from your lips, hands moving to grip his hair, not too tight but enough for him to moan, the vibrations going straight to your core and aiding in getting you closer to your peak. 

“So sweet, my sweet jagiya...dripping for me...you taste so good baby.” He fucked you with his tongue, his thumb moving to rub circles over your clit. Your eyes rolled back, hips rolling into his mouth. 

“I’m gonna cum...please please please…”

Your grip on his hair became a little tighter which made him work harder. He rubbed two fingers against your pussy lips, coating them in your essence before sliding them inside of you and wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud, flicking his tongue against while his fingers curved inside of you, pumping fast while he kept his cat-like eyes on you, groaning every time your walls clenched around his fingers. 

Your legs trembled, begging him to keep going until you snapped and went still as your orgasm washed over you, causing you to lose sight for a few seconds as he removed his fingers and continued to lick up the mess you made, his tongue still moving inside of you and over your sensitive and swollen clit. His one hand keeping your legs open. 

Kissing back up your body he waited for you to come down from your high before kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. He quickly pulled down his boxers, pulling away from you to turn you around. 

“On your knees baby…” He rubbed his hands over your hips as you got onto your knees, resting on your elbows. He dick, hard and ready, sliding through your folds to make it easier for him to slide into you. 

Lining himself up at your entrance, he slowly pulled you back on his length, licking his lips as your hole swallowed every single inch of him. 

“Please fuck me…” You begged, already pushing your hips back and bringing them forward. He growled, gripping your hips harder and set a moderate pace, thrusting his hips into you, pushing your legs further apart. He spread your ass cheeks apart, breathing heavily as he watched where you were connected. 

“You gonna cum again, huh? Gonna make a big mess for me?” He snapped his hips harder into you. Your eyes squeezed shut, your walls tightening around him as he pushed deeper into you. You buried your face into the mattress, moaning and whining as you got thrust forward and pulled back. 

He picked up speed, pistoning his hips into you, causing you both to let out incoherent noises, his nails digging into your soft flesh. 

“Fuck...I’m gonna cum...you’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. 

Your legs trembled once more, the tight feeling in your stomach coming back as you lifted your head up and grunted into your arms that were folded in front of you. Feeling your orgasm hit you for the second time, you felt your legs collapsing on you, trying to find the strength to hold on as Yoongi’s hips stuttered until he released, coating your walls. He pulled out, kissing the middle of your back and watching as his seed slid down your thighs. He pressed a kiss to your ass cheek before getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. 

You laid down on your stomach, gasping when you felt him press a warm cloth to your sensitive area to wipe you up, he cleaned your inner thighs as well before taking the cloth back into the bathroom and coming back to join you on the bed. He picked up the blanket and put it around you both, pulling you onto his chest. 

“We’ll change the sheets tomorrow.” He breathed, kissing your forehead and tilting your chin up to kiss you. 

You sighed against his lips, caressing the side of his face. It felt perfect with him. You know you weren’t perfect and you didn’t try to be, but with Yoongi, it felt perfect. 

💮

“Look at that thing, it’s beautiful!” Jungkook’s wife gasped, holding your hand up and stared at the onyx diamond sitting on it. “It’s so pretty and classy.” She looked at you with a big smile. “I really like it. I can’t believe we all got rings that are the same color as their mics.” You looked down at her purple ring, smiling. 

She put a finger up to your lips and nodded towards Namjoon’s wife who was holding her baby. “Namjoon didn’t get her one yet...maybe we should ask the boys to help him?” She asked and you nodded. 

“I can smell the tension between them. Everyone can. Hobi and his wife said they heard them arguing a few times since they live next to each other. How can they argue when they have that sweet little baby?” She said. You just listened and nodded, watching Joon’s wife play with her daughter, smiling and talking to her. 

You wanted that one day. “Are you guys thinking about having one?” She asked. You looked at her and smiled. “Not right now, maybe later on down the road.” You applied more lip gloss your lips. 

“Same here. Kookie and I are still pretty young so we’re gonna wait too. With comebacks and concerts, plus he just wants to enjoy his video games for now.” She chuckled until she felt Jungkook scoop her up from behind and carry her over to the shoot. 

Yoongi took your lip gloss from you and put it in his pocket. “Anymore and your lips are gonna look like they’re melting off. What were you two talking about?” He asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the photo set. “Babies. About how we’re gonna wait to have one, she said so too. Oh, Yoongi?” You lowered your voice.

He raised his eyebrows at you. You looked around before moving closer to him. “You should talk to Namjoon. Moon (Joon’s wife’s nickname) is the only one without a ring and Star (Hobi’s wife) said her and Hoseok can hear them arguing. Maybe you can help him out?” You asked. 

He nodded and kissed the back of your hand. “I’ll talk to him soon. I talked to him a few days ago but maybe me and Hobi’s advice hasn’t kicked in yet.”

After the shoot, everyone decided to have dinner together before parting ways. You returned home, Holly back at Yoongi’s brother’s house for the week. You yawned and turned around to Yoongi, placing your arms around his neck. He buries his face into your neck and sighs heavily. “I’m sleepy. Can we sleep?” He asked. You kissed the side of his head and giggled. “I’m sleepy too. Come on, let’s get some sleep.” It’s your turn to kiss the back of his hand before walking into the room with him.

After you both shower and change into pajamas, you cuddle up to him and run your fingers through his hair. “I start my therapy soon. I found a really nice lady in the city.” You spoke softly, him turning his head to look down at you on his chest. “You want me to go with you?” He asked, rubbing your back under your tank top. 

“Only if you want to, I don’t wanna keep you from work but I’ll be okay.”

“I’m coming with you.” He spoke up. You smiled and looked up at him. 

“Okay...thank you.” You punished up to kiss him and tugged on his lower lip. He sighed and turned over on top of you. 

He nipped at your bottom lip and kissed you again. “Look at what you started. Now it’s gonna be a long night for the both of us.” 

You smirked up at him and bit your lip. 

“It’s a good thing you have no work tomorrow.”

“But the V Live..”

[hobicomeholla29]

Length

Jin: Love, why don't you let your hair grow out.

You: I do let my hair grow out.

Jin: No you dont, cuz its short.

You: *sigh* my hair is long Jin.

Jin: it's not.

You: 😑🙄

Jin: Wanna bet? Lets ask Jimin

Jin: Jimin...is y/n's hair long?

Jimin: Yes

You: told you

Jin: Are you people blind?

You: *Stretches hair all the way to your navel*

Jin: 😧😨

Jimin: The shrinkage is real 😌🤭

[wocfics]

Sorry it took so long to get the fic out for you guys but I’m back on the ball game and have time to write more now. Leave feedback!

[hobicomeholla29]

Surrender

Bf!Namjoon x reader - Bff!Jungkook x reader

Warnings: none

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5-4-3-2-1

"JUNGKOOOOOOOOOK"

that was the moment, Jungkook knew, he was now a walking dead man.

He knew his time would come but he thought he would have a chance to move to Timbuktu before you found out.

"You are a dead man Jungkook"

He could here you running from your boyfriend's room and down the stairs.

He said his final words and kneeled in front of the sofa, eyes closed, waiting to be executed.

But to his surprised, he could hear you close but you weren't attacking him yet.

He opened one eye to investigate the situation, just to find out that he had been saved by your lovely boyfriend.

"Let me go Namjoon"

"(Y/n) calm down!"

You fake your calmness in order for Namjoon to loosen his grip.

"Listen carefully to me Namjoon, you are going to go to Bang PD's office and you are going to tell him to hold another audition, because I'M GOING TO END ONE OF BTS'S MEMBERS TODAY"

You yelled the last part while pouncing towards Jungkook again.

"I'm sorry (y/n), I didn't mean to, I swear it was not my intention"

By now, Namjoon was just curious as to what his brother had done this time.

"What did you do Kook?"

"I might have used her styling gel to create a wacky hair style for Yeontan "

With a new unbothered face expression, Namjoon gave his verdict.

"(Y/n), he's all yours"

[hobicomeholla29]

'Opposite Sides' - One-Shot

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Slice of life

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Racism topics

A/N: 

Summary: The reason why, unconciously, Namjoon might want to keep his feelings on the DL, but as always, he finds growth from the situation 

Masterlist

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'2:00AM'

The clock in your living room creates a very dim light, that barely reveals your car keys laying in front of it.

You stand in your kitchen carefully cleasing the hand of your late night visitor, who seems to have no boundaries when it comes to respecting your sleep.

You could say you have a soft spot for him, since you consider yourself one of the grumpiest people on the planet when woken up and so far, you haven't bitten his head off yet.

While cleansing the cut in his hand, he flinches and tries to pull it away, but you pull back at it and stare him down hard, making him avoid your gaze and reluctantly lets you continue.

You took your time cleaning the wound, seeing that when he got here it looked pretty deep, but it seemed to have just been the blood pooling in his hand.

Once the area around the cut finally seemed to be completely clean, you made pressure on it to check if it wasn't bleeding anymore.

Since the bleeding seemed to have ceased, you took this opportunity to get up and go get your first aid kit.

You took some gauze and bandages to wrap this clumsy man's hand and get this awkward visit over with.

You never understood him, he tells people he isn't very fond of you, tells Bang PD that he barely knows you.

When he is put on the spotlight he says you are barely acquaintances.

He has even denied knowing you in your presence.

So why exactly do you always end up taking care of him or helping him in weird situations.

Here he is with a cut in the middle of his hand, stating he was going to have a late night snack and broke a plate by accident.

So, in the middle of the night, 5 floors above yours he decided he wanted to be taken care of by you.

Why?

This isn't his first odd move and you know this well.

Last week, when him and they boys were in Mexico, he called you to find out how to ask for directions in Spanish.

He literally has a huge crew that have translators included.

Lucky for him, on that Bon Voyage episode all the fans are able to see is him turning his back to the camera but here is no audio.

To fans, it will seem like nothing, but to the crew, the rest of BTS and Bang PD that was a huge red flag, since they knew who he was talking to.

Also, do you remember that one time he ran out of the dorms telling Jin, he couldn't eat meat because he was now a vegetarian.

Only to run to the grocery store to buy steaks and then go to your apartment and offering to make you dinner that night.

When Jin called you asking if you'd seen him and you explained the situation, Jin reminded you of that last time you were at their dorm and you and him were discussing how long it had been since you had a nice steak while Namjoon was entering the kitchen.

It's not a secret to you that he probably has a crush on you but doesn't know how to put it out there, but we aren’t 12 years old and we can't play these games.

You try to put yourself in his shoes, maybe he's scared of the reaction people would have if they found out he was crushing hard on a non-korean woman.

A mixed afro-latina woman, for that matter.

But this contradicting situation-ship you are in, is not of your liking.

He comes to you, does what he came to do and leaves.

That's how its been for the last 4 months.

The man could be the flash's cousin for crying out loud.

It feels like 1 night stands but with out the sex.

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This is moment right here is the longest he's ever been in your presence without blurting some type of lie or excuse.

"Y/N"

His voice brought you back from your thoughts.

So you glanced up at him to let him know you heard.

'I-'

'You don't have to say anything Joonito'

By now he was used to you mixing Korean and Spanish all the time, it is how you practiced the two languages to avoid forgetting about one of them.

'No- I want to'

You watched him expectantly.

'I know I'm probably the crappiest person you know and I know I always give you weird attitudes.'

He pauses but you remain quite.

'I know I sometimes Act like I want you and sometimes I act like I don't know who you are and I ignore you when we're near my job but the thing is I really want this'

'What is "this"?'

'Us, I want us to happen, I want to hold your hand in public and take you out on dates and take you anywhere you want to go... but I'm scared that...'

'...that people will judge us....judge you...'

'Yes...'

'Joonito, no one is forcing you into doing those things with me, you don’t have to be with me, you can get any woman you want '

'But I want ... you'

'Yeah, pero, how bad do you want me? Do you want me a little bit for the fun and the benefits or do you want me seriously? With the hate that will come from this?'

Namjoon has known you for some time now and he is very aware that you are a woman that doesn't play around and cuts to the chase.

You tend to blurt out the first thing that's on your mind and speak your mind without regrets.

So he has been mentally preparing for this moment for the last couple of months.

It's not that he does not know what he wants, but that he cares too much about what other people had to say about him and his desicions.

'Your hand is done and if so is this conversation, then you know where the door is'

You went to walk away as he caught your arm in is hand.

'I want it seriously... but I can't do it now , not while I'm at the peak of my career'

'Then I take it as a game and I'm pretty sure I am not a toy'

Once again he tried to stop you.

'Y/n, it's not, but can you just play along for a while? When the boys see us we.... you know...act like nothing's happening and when they are gone we can be a couple'

Is he even listening to himself.

This isn't about people finding out, its about the shame he feels for who you are.

'Namjoon, I've known you guys for 2 years and in the last 4 months you've treated me worse than how you treat seafood, estas loco?! I am not ashamed of myself and wont allow you to do that to me.... just leave'

3:00AM

'Y/n'

'Leave'

You are now clear that this 'situation-ship is OVER.

Namjoon slowly walks towards the entrance, however his slow walk is only him buying himself some time to think about all decisions he can make at the moment and how will it affect the future, so right then and there is the only moment he had to get out of his comfort zone.

'Y/n... I just want to tell you one thing before I leave'

'Go on'

'Maybe....maybe I am afraid of what there is to come with being with someone who is different from everyone else in this country, maybe I am being selfish by asking you to hide our relationship due to my insecurities, but if there is something I am not afraid of, is learning knew things and sometimes these new things are learned only through life experiences'

You watched him intently as if waiting for him to continue his little speech.

'I can promise you that i will work hard on not having these feeling of shame for something dumb and I promise that I will stand by you and educate any ignorant person with an ignorant comment just like how you've done with me in the past.'

By now, you are resting on your kitchen wall holding your right arm with your left hand, while staring at the floor.

It's not like you don’t have feelings for him, but it's already hard enough to fend for yourself when it comes to racist comments, now having these comments show up because of who you love is a whole different story that you are not sure any if you are ready to handle.

'All I'm asking Y/n is to give me a chance, to show you I really want this, that I really want you.

The boys already know how I feel about you, so there is really nothing to hide anymore.

I think the staff has caught me way too many times staring at you while filming.

I'll learn, I promise, just let us try'

During his little speech he had managed to walk back towards you and held both of your hands in his.

'What are you going to tell the boys next time they ask about me?'

'I'll tell them that I'm working my way up to make you my girlfriend and that's what I'm telling anyone who asks'

'....ok...'

You smiled at him.

His smile back at you was so huge that his dimples seemed to be deeper.

'We can keep it from Bang PD for a while if you want'

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, I think it will help you get used to it with the boys first'

If he could take big steps for you, you were sure you could make the trip a bit easier on him by taking one step at a time.

'Thanks beautiful, you're the best'

[hobicomeholla29]

Curls

Namjoon: "Babe...how come your curl patterns are all different?"

You: "They have a mind of their own and I let them do as they please"

Namjoon: "Just like you do as you please all the time?"

You: "Just like me!"

[hobicomeholla29]

'The Box' - One-Shot

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Unedited/ please understand me/ it’s 1AM and I pulled this out of thin air while watching TV

Summary: Marriage isn’t as easy as everyone thinks it is.. but Hobi and his wife had some help to get through it

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Back in 2017, when we got married, everything seemed perfect and in place.

Love was everywhere and it felt like it could solve it all.

"Love can solve it all"

What an easy phrase to say but oh how hard was it to live up to.

Today we are celebrating our 2 years wedding anniversary, but today is also the day that for the first time I have questioned if I really wanted to be married to this man.

We've had horrible arguments, we've said things we don’t really mean, we have used things we know about each other and threw it at each other faces in order to make us hurt.

How did it end up like this?

How did a happy couple like us, willing to push through storms and hurricanes, a couple that promised to have each other's back through thick and thin?

Now all we do is blame each other for the mistakes that we've made, forgetting our vows, forgetting our promises.

Where did all that go?

Just like that it all went down the drain.

Its ingrained in my memory like if it was yesterday.

"I, y/n, take you, Hoseok, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."

"I, Hoseok, take you, y/n, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."

Death do us part, pfft, we are well and a live and we seem to be doing death a favor.

I here sit in my closet, while I let my tears poor out to no end, after another fight like this one, I no longer know what to expect from this marriage.

And I know that I am not the only one hurting.

I'm an very sure that in another room across from this one, my other half in inhaling and exhaling sharply, trying to hold in as much tears as possible, I know him like the back of my hand.

We might have 2 years of marriage but we've been dating for longer.

I am sure Hoseok is not having it easier than me.

By now I don’t even need to hear him to know he is crying.

Once again, we have hurt each other with harsh and unnecessary words.

I don’t even understand why this has come so far; I don’t get it.

God, if you are there, please answer, why is this happening to us?

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After what seemed like hours, I can hear the door of our shared room creek open.

There is no need for me to guess who it is, I know it's him.

It's like a routine, we fight we sit together and cry and act like it didn’t happen.

It was making me numb.

However, what I wasn’t expecting was for him to sit in the closet with me while he held a grey box in his hands.

It seemed familiar, but all the crying I have done, has left my mind scattered.

It only took him to open said box, for all the memories to come back to me.

It was the difficult time box, or that's what Hoseok and I call it.

The box where we put all the notes of encouragement our friends and family wrote for us to review when we were having a hard time during our marriage.

The first one was from his mom.

He unfolded it and sat next to me so we could both read it.

"Marriage is not easy, love alone can't hold everything up, we have to put in some willingness to stay in love, for it to last"

The next one belonged to my dad

"Crying is good to relieve bottled emotions, but remember to always return to each other and speak about what occurred and how to solve it"

The next was from his sister

"Treat your wife well, she will always be there for you and so should you be for her"

My sister

"Breathe deeply, think again, is it worth saying that to each other, if not, let it go"

Namjoon

"A strong marriage consists of a husband and a wife who take turns being strong for each other in the moments when the other feels weak”

Ericka (your bestfriend)

“Don’t expect for the other to know what’s going through your head”

How did we even forget this box with all these precious thoughts.

It has exactly what we could have been using all this time to work our problems out.

It's like getting advice without telling other people our personal problems.

There were at least another 100 more letters with advice.

So in order to leave some for future emergencies we decided to not read them all and keep it a surprise for after.

We decided to take the advice and talk out what has happened during these last months, what has had us so tense that we decided to lash out on each other.

So many things we hand not said to each other that we could have made this simpler for both of us.

But they say that we sometimes must learn the hard way.

How was I not aware that Hoseok might be laid off in 3 months, how come I never told him I was having trouble getting pregnant.

These are things we should be sharing with each other and dealing with it together.

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It has now been 1 year since our last big fight.

We decided to upgrade our difficult time box to a difficult time crystal vase and it's on one of our night stands.

Hoseok is now the owner of a dance studio and has several choreographers working there permanently.

I opened a small bakery.

And we now have a little bundle of joy on the way.

Maybe it was the letters, maybe it was our change of attitude towards the situations life threw at us.

But if one thing is clear for us now, is that nothing comes for granted and it must be worked hard for.

Even love.

♡

“Babe, I'm home"

“Hobi!”

[hobicomeholla29]

'28' One-Shot

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Mention of periods

Word count: 547 words

You kicked, you twisted, you twirled, you prayed, you kneeled, you squatted, grumbled and rolled on the other side of the bed for the 30th time.

To someone else, it might looked like you've either gone mad or turned into a brat, but to Yoongi this a usual view every 28 days.

That was the exact reason why he was here, he was very aware of the fact that today was the dreaded 'Blood bath day'.

He knocked on the door to your room announcing his arrival, you were very aware of the fact that he was going to show up the moment you sent him a voice note mumbling unintelligible words.

He needed no preparing or warning before entering your apartment as he already knew what to expect.

Yoongi and you have been dating for 3 years now, there is definitely nothing he does not know about you.

• Medical back ground.

• Name of all of your siblings.

• You love your curls, but mostly have them in a puff.

• Flat irons are the devil.

• Birth mark locations.

• You talk to the things you cook.

• You brush your teeth exactly every 4 hours on the hour.

But right now the ones that are coming to his mind are:

• He knows you love nachos when you're in your days, but that it is not wise to give it to you because you'll definitely bring it back up.

• He's aware that even though you're in your mid-20s today is the day you will be acting like you're 4.

Even though most of his fans think that he's very grumpy none of it can compare to how grumpy you get and that's a lot to say.

He takes off his face mask and proceeds to enter with a bag in his hand, you glanced up at him from the pillow you had your face buried in, while he slowly makes his way to the other side of the bed and sits near you.

He sets a hand on your lower back and gives you soft rubs so you can face him.

You turn towards him and give him a small smile to which he responds with his cute gummy smile.

While you watch him intently, he starts unpacking everything that is in the bag he brought.

He brought 4 hot packs for your swollen tummy, some pain medication in case you feel like taking it, because according to you 'That crap doesn't work ', 3 water bottles since he wasnt aware if you had any left, a ginger ale because your grandma says it works, a face mask because you once said that the blood bath day takes blood from your face and you end up looking dead, he wanted to argue with that logic, but he preferred to avoid an unnecessary discussion, and last a couple of snacks that won't hurt you too much or make you bloated.

A couple of years back he would have told himself that he couldn't deal with this and that he would probably let his significant other deal with this alone in order to avoid getting his head ripped off, but now he just wonders how can someone be this beautiful and cute while they are spitting hate towards the company that makes hot packs because the new image they chose does not suit the product.

'Yoongi?'

*Pouty face*

'Huh?'

'I love you'

Cutest thing ever!

'I love you too babe'

[hobicomeholla29]

'Oceana' - 《1》

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff/ Fantasy/ Slight Angst in the future

Word Count: 941

Warnings: None

A/N: None

Summary: Kim Taehyung has an encounter with an enchanting being, but is she who he things she is... and how much of the world does he really know

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How can such an enticing creature, sit at the edge of a pier and no one notices how surreal she is.

Human beauty is certainly nowhere near her enchanting display of looks.

Her curly hair always seemed moisturized, like she had just abandoned the sea seconds ago.

He didn’t know what her voice sounded like, since she never spoke, but she always had a smile to decorate her flawless visage.

It’s been months since Tae started meeting her here every Friday evening.

Her feet were usually dipped in the water, as if she was afraid of it leaving her one day.

Her eyes constantly searched for something in the depths of the ocean or maybe she was just reminiscing.

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It had been 2 Fridays when she finally gave him her name, but as the first day, she didn’t speak.

She started carrying a small notepad and a pen to portray her thoughts, he never asked where she got it from, but was glad she did.

Her name was (y/n).

What a beautiful name, to match a majestic being like herself.

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It had been 4 Fridays when he found out her age, she was slightly older than the age he had mentally given her, but again he did not push further into questioning her.

He liked how whenever she felt comfortable enough around him, she gave him personal details about herself.

Plus, he always preferred focusing on the electricity he felt run through his veins when she touched him, it was as strong as the magnetism that kept him coming back every week to this small pier.

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It had been 6 Fridays, when she declared her love for the ocean and how pained she was with the fact that she was not able to return to it.

What did she mean? he wasn't sure, but he was afraid to ask and have her disappear on him the following week.

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It had been 8 months when he gifted her a small whiteboard and a marker, since her notepad was now full of stories that she told him about the sea.

Her knowledge of the deep salty waters was as vast as the maritime itself.

She seemed to have been ready to throw her old notepad away, but he preferred to keep it as a memoir of her existence when she was not around.

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It was a late night in June when he got up from his bed thinking of how he has never seen her in any other place but the pier, how he has never seen her have a meal or how she still hasn’t spoken a word to him.

Maybe she was mute, and he was just being an inconsiderate creature himself.

All these thoughts that came rushing to him, eliminated the need for rest that every human being requires.

So, he decided to take a walk to calm his restless mind.

Like every Friday, he mindlessly walked to the pier, except today was Sunday.

He expected no one to be here so late at night, but there she was, sitting at the end of the pier, feet dipped in the water.

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He felt the need to approach her, but she looked so peaceful on her own, that he decided to watch her from a far.

His ears slowly started registering singing, but the longer he listened to it, the more it sounded like lamentations. They were surely coming from her direction, but he couldn't determine if she was the owner of said sad cries.

He watched her as she slowly stood up on the edge of the pier and swiftly jumped into the ocean.

Was she insane? it was too dark out to go swimming, what if a shark attacked her, no one would be able to help her until daylight.

But as soon as he took a step forward, her head resurfaced, her skin now glistening with the help of the moonlight.

He tried to get a better view of her, by taking a step closer, but in contrast to her usual image, he noticed that her soft skin was now slightly covered in translucent scales.

Her beautiful eyes now looked completely black, to the point where he felt slight fear to look directly into them.

Curiosity got the best of him, so he decided to remain unannounced and see if he could find out more about her.

She grunted loudly as if she was in some sort of pain while pulling herself out of the water.

And with help of the edge of the pier she had been able to complete that task.

She wore some type of tank top that gave him visibility of her arms and part of her torso.

Her scales now turning bluish.

When she finally seemed to pull her legs out of athe water, all Tae was able to see was something that seemed to have once been a tail.

However, it was as if someone had cut off the parts that should have been her fins.

She laid on the pier agonizing.

By now, her cries were much louder, how come no one else in this area was able to hear it, yet again he was a bit far from the nearest house.

With a mixture of confusion and fear Tae wasn't sure what his calling was supposed to be in this situation.

Was he supposed to help? was he allowed to? she did not tell him about this, so she must not want him to know.

And at this point he wasn't sure if he wanted to believe in what his eyes were showing him.