#reader x yoongi

[citrustan]

slipping through my fingers [2] (myg)

title: and the hits just keep coming 1.0

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!, fluff, smut

summary: you lean on your friend for support and an escape, but the reality of your situation keeps flashing before you.

warnings: [there's a prologue and part 1 that should be read before this one!] just some insecurity, some sad vibes, you know the drill.

Taehyung fails to dodge the fifth pillow you launch at him. "Let me explain!" Repeatedly begging you to stop, he crashes into your kitchen counter.

A pillow to his leg.

"Wait! Please!" He's dodging for his life.

Another pillow to his chest.

"You're an angel! Pleas-" Headshot!

"Ough! Not the face..." He pauses to soothe his aching nose.

By now, you're out of energy too. But, there's still a lot of anger in your stomach. You're too guilty and too tired to let it out on the wrong person.

You spent over twenty minutes reprimanding him for hiding Yoongi's fiancée from you.

Finally having a fraction of a minute of peace, your friend sits you down by your dinner table.

He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to cradle and console your heart by yourself.

You hear a few utensils clashing and see him juggling four things in his hands; your cat mug, his designated frog mug, a bottle of white chocolate liqueur and a carton of what looks like chocolate milk.

Pointing your finger at the tetra pak, you protest, "Excuse you, that's the expensive chocolate milk and it’s for Nao."

He looks at the half-empty carton in his hand and back at you.

"You're telling me Nao drank more than half of this bottle in a day? And you let her?" Taehyung deadpanned.

...

"Yeah." Your eyes wander as you insist poorly.

He ignored you and poured you a glass of the milk.

Sitting across from you, he grew solemn, "_____, I swear I didn't know it was like this." - "But you knew about her?" You asked before he said anything else.

Taehyung couldn't deny it, "Yeah. But I thought she would just be like the others."

Yoongi had others.

All grumpy, you sigh. "The others?"

Momentarily, he froze and exhaled. "Yeah, there have been a few. He was... I don't know. He kept saying he was serious about each of them but nobody ever... stuck around? So, we thought he was lying or something." Taehyung regretted his choice of words.

You want to believe him, but you both know that Yoongi isn’t someone who lies like that. Let alone big lies, Yoongi won't even tell little white lies.

Over the years, you naturally assumed he was dating around, but you didn't know. Nothing was confirmed. You never asked and he never told you anything himself.

"Who all knew?"

"Everyone. But nobody even imagined that they'd be getting hitched." He shook his head in disbelief.

“Obviously. This is Yoongi you’re talking about,” you pause, “But didn’t you notice anything different with them?”

“I’m telling you, _____, we had no idea.” Taehyung cringes after taking a sip of the sweet liqueur. “I think he wanted to tell you first.”

You wish he never had.

"What are you thinking?"

You dip your head in between your palms, “I feel terrible. It’s like I know I want to cry but I’m so emotionally stunted right now, I cannot get it out. It’s like a stuck yawn.”

Taehyung caresses your arm, "Can I do anything to help?"

You shake your head, "I don't think so, Tae."

"Oh! Do you want to watch 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas?' Maybe that will help you cry." He tilts his head, eyes filled with hope.

At that, you let out a surprised laugh, "Taehyung, no!"

Basking in the little moment of success (by making you laugh), Taehyung internally pops confetti.

But, the moment was just that. A moment. Your happiness faded away as quickly as it came.

So, he pulled his phone out and placed it in front of you.

Taehyung’s hesitant to ask you this but he does it anyway. “Do you want to see her?”

You don’t know. (You’d rather pretend she doesn’t exist.)

If it weren’t for Nao, you’d have no problem ignoring Yoongi’s girlfriend. Even thinking of the words ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ makes you want to end it all.

It’s no secret that you’re still madly in love with your ex-boyfriend.

This situation felt so ridiculous to you, you couldn’t digest it. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening to you.

As a young girl, you never thought it was in the books for you to go through this kind of pain. And, you don’t have a whole lot to lean on. So, Yoongi has always been it for you. He always told you he’d be there for you no matter what.

Even after your breakup, he was by your side.

When you unexpectedly caught the chicken pox from Nao, he took care of you. Even when Taehyung insisted on helping you instead, Yoongi sent him away.

You shared every birthday with him. He’d throw you a small party. Every year, it was a different theme. This year was ‘enchanted garden.’ He always ordered you a custom cake from out of town. It made everything special.

He even helped you open your quaint little bakery. Yoongi was the one who helped you finalize your menu. He tasted everything and even got himself sick because of it.

He stood by you when you got sued by your competition, another old-timey cake shop, for stealing their clients and recipes. He acted as your lawyer free of charge.

Now, you wonder if it was all out of convenience or… an obligation. Had you read it all wrong? Was he simply being polite because you’re the mother of his daughter? Would he stop doing things for you now? Did he ever do those things for you? Or were they simply for your daughter by extension?

Would he be too focused on his wife now?

Even for Nao’s sake, you never once got the urge to know the woman who did the unthinkable.

As a co-parent, you trusted Yoongi. You knew Yoongi would never let just anyone around Nao. If he wants to introduce his daughter to a woman, you knew it was safe. She could be the next Mother Teresa for all you know.

All this blind trust has been earned by him throughout the years you’ve spent with him, you’re not a careless mother.

However, as a woman and Yoongi’s ex-flame, you weren’t eager to know the woman who replaced you. You don’t want to see or meet her. In your eyes, she was able to compel Yoongi to do something he wouldn’t do even after you begged him to. Maybe she didn’t even have to try. She was probably just that perfect for him.

This is apart from the fact that he fell in love with another woman after you while you’re still hung up on him.

You don’t think you can afford to willingly take a hit to your self-confidence like that.

Nao looks up to you. You know you cannot lose yourself when you have so much relying on you.

Taehyung was kind enough to let you get lost in your thoughts.

“No.” You finally answer his question.

You did not want to see what she looked like.

Taehyung nodded once, “Okay. That’s fine.”

Just when Taehyung’s about to put his phone back into his pocket, it rings.

And on the screen pops this gorgeous woman. She looked like she stepped straight out of an issue of Harpar’s Bazaar or even Vogue. You weren’t surprised, you smiled and involuntarily snorted. Taehyung did have a type.

He hurriedly tried to pull his phone off the table, knocking your (thankfully, empty) glass of milk in the process.

“You don’t have to hide her from me, Vincent.” You tease him, using his artist alias. “Is she your new muse?”

Taehyung awkwardly laughed, blatantly ignoring your question.

Suddenly, he changes the topic, “Oh! Do you have to go into work today?”

Your smile drops a little. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

He offered a strained smile, “It’s like I can feel the alcohol in my veins.”

“Heyyy... What’s up with the model babe? Why are you deflecting?” This time you pout.

You hear his phone ring once again. But he immediately declines.

“Taehyung… What’s the matter?” When he refuses to acknowledge you, you grow more concerned.

“You don’t have to stay, you know?” You continue to reassure him.

“It’s not,” he cuts himself off, “That wasn’t my girlfriend.”

Taehyung hopes he doesn’t have to face your inevitable question in line.

“Well, who was that the….” When you trail off mid-response, he knew you had figured out who that woman really was.

The two of you are silent for a moment.

Sullen, you whisper, “That’s his fiancée?”

Taehyung wishes he never came over to your place. He didn’t want to be the one to make you feel this way.

He nods once. Not that you needed that confirmation.

Quickly moving on to your next thought, you question, “Why is she calling you?”

Already on it, Taehyung visibly cringes at the messages on his screen when you push yourself forward to peek into his phone. This time, he doesn’t try to obstruct your vision.

Hyejin (3)

Sorry! I forgot you were at _____’s. It’s nothing important, I just had a question about Nao-chan. Does she like lemon cake? How is _____ doing btw?

Your mouth dropped open.

You don’t even acknowledge the fact that she’s speaking about you so personally; as if you were a friend or even an acquaintance.

You ignore the fact that she’s fucking stunning, owning the most symmetrical, aesthetically pleasing face you’ve ever seen on a grown woman.

You don’t even dwell about how you do not stand a chance against this woman.

The only thing you see is her nickname for your daughter. You squeak, “She calls her Nao-chan!”  

That’s YOUR name for YOUR babygirl.

“Angel…” Taehyung begins but has no idea what he could possibly say to comfort you.

Pull yourself together. You mentally discipline yourself. It takes a minute for you to get there.

Instead of dealing with whatever you just felt, you push it away in an instant and beam at your friend.

“Whatever. Let’s get cheesy naan and shrimp skewers!”

Of course, your faux smile didn’t fool Taehyung, but he went with it anyway.

₊˚.🎧 ✩｡tears are in your eyes by yo la tengo ₊˚.🎧 ✩｡

note: i hope i'm doing this series justice lol the ideas in my head run too wild for me to actually make note of them. please let me know what you guys think!

[honey-boyyoongi]

Oh, baby!

Reader x Yoongi | Part 58//?

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; talk of postpartum depression; gaslighting??; toxic relationship??; if post you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: heyyyy~~~~~ sorry for disappearing. Some things are going on right now, and y’all I’m stressed. Anywho~~ as always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added

Previous Next

Tag List: @unicornbabylover @halesandy @supernoonanyc @aianloveseven @hannahdinse8 @lyndseygoregasmxo @aunoiire @brbkpop @nochuwastaken @tinyoonsblog @borahae-reads @jinscharms @phenomenalgirl9 @yoongiigolden @girlwithluv0613 @yaboiithewreck @mint--yoongs @ysljoon @hyunjingin @yu-justme @damn-u-min-yoongi @lovelytaes-blog @so-da-1 @cruelsummer-s @seolaquotes @lovelgirl22 @dreamamubarak @leanimal90 @atinymonbebestay @astudyoftimeywimeystuff @jaiuneamesolitaiire @proudbtsstanfightmebeach @bookoffracturedescapes @fairywriter-oracle @sakunasrealgf

Fic Masterlist

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

I loved writing this and I hope you like it too. Sorry it took so long to get out.

~Bagel

Word count: 851

Yoongi x reader

Just fluff and a dick of a date, some mentions of drinking and alcohol

You sat there staring at the man in front of you as he drones on about his boring office job. You could tell he was trying to make it sound better than it was but it was easy to see through the fluff. He crunched numbers all day and you couldn’t be more bored at this point. He was cute enough, but his personality would rival that of a piece of paper. He droned on and on about the most bland things that you had no interest in and you were losing your mind at this point. It didn’t help that he had no awareness about this fact and wouldn’t let you get in a word to even try and change the subject to something a bit more enjoyable. 

Your gaze moves from him to look at the rest of the bar. To your date’s credit, he chose a fairly nice bar to go to. Soft jazz played through the speakers and the lights dimmed down. The warm lighting helps to bring out the beautiful tones of the mahogany wood used for the majority of the furniture in the small space.

A handsome stranger catches your eye from across the room. His gaze looks to the phone in his hand as the other clutches his glass and brings it up to his lips. At this point you didn’t know if you really cared if your date noticed your roaming gaze. You were beyond ready to leave and maybe offending him by being so disinterested would cause him to call the end of the date. 

The stranger finally looks up from his phone and meets your gaze. Your eyes widen and a blush blooms along your skin at getting caught staring. The man you were now locked eyes with a smirk and finishes his drink. You look away and try to focus in on what your date was saying only to fail once again. 

“Excuse me.” You jump slightly at the deep voice that suddenly speaks next to you. Spinning in your seat to see the stranger now standing in front of you. “I saw you across the bar and I would be remiss if I didn’t ask for a dance.” He says. Offering his hand to you and gesturing to the makeshift dance floor that a few couples were slow dancing on. The man sitting next to you seems miffed and opens his mouth to say something but you take the stranger’s hand and stand. 

“I would love to.” You say. Leaving your drink and date behind as you let him lead you away.

Neither of you say nothing until he starts swaying back and forth with you. His hand on your hip sending nice tingles up your body and sitting warm against your clothed skin.

“I’m Yoongi.” He says. Finally breaking the silence between the two of you. 

“Y/n. Thanks for saving me there.” You tell Yoongi. Clearing your throat and averting your gaze. “And sorry for staring. He’s not the most interesting person.” 

“Or attentive it seems. I could tell how bored you were and I was across the room.” He murmurs. You chance a look over your new found aquantice’s shoulder at your date. The man very clearly miffed by the interaction and quickly shooting the rest of his drink before slamming the glass onto the bar counter. You see his head turn towards you and you duck back down to avoid meeting his gaze. A soft sigh leaves you as you focus on the new man in front of you and the slow sway of your bodies to the band playing. 

“Well that’s dramatic.” Yoongi murmurs. Your head moves to look at his face and follow where his gaze was focused. Your date stomping out of the venue to go to who knows where. Your muscles finally being able to relax once the man is out of your sight. You begin to take a step away from your newfound dance partner. While you felt a bit of hesitance from Yoongi, he easily let you make room. 

“I guess that’s my cue to leave you be. He’s gone and I doubt he’ll be back anytime soon. Thank you again. I’m sorry that you had to get involved and probably ruin your night.” You tell him. A soft smile on your face as you move to leave. 

“It really wasn’t any problem. Let me buy you a drink as a consolation for the bad date and then I’ll leave you alone.” Yoongi offers. Your head nods before you really think too much of it. Wanting to know more about him and a free drink was always nice. 

His smile makes an appearance once you agree and your heart flutters a bit. You both leaving the dance floor to go back to the bar and talk for the rest of the night. Exchanging numbers with a laugh and feeling light and bubbly with the positive turn your night took. Both of you sure that both of you would reach out the next day and keep this new relationship going.

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

THE BANGTAN LIST | 02

01 • 02 •

Paring: Reader x Min Yoongi x BTS

Genre: NSFW! Smut, Angst,self destruction!Reader || Stripper!Reader,Unrequited love!Reader,Roomates!BTS

Summary: That one story where you work as a stripper, meet Min Yoongi, fuck him, and cant forget him- but he cant remember you- so you fuck his friends to fuck the pain away.

Disclaimer: This story contains acts of sex,domestic violence!foul language, and self destructive motives. This may be triggering to some, please read at your own risk!

It's been exactly 3 months since you last saw Min Yoongi. Every night was the same. You would wait for him as if he promised to come back.

Every time you got on stage you hoped you would see him sitting in the crowd again. But every night he was absent. He was nowhere to be found. You were searching for no reason. Exhausting yourself over it, obsessing over it, for no reason.

Did you even have reason?

He was a client and you needed to understand that you couldn't have no attachment to him- but for some reason you found yourself attached to someone who fucked you for pay.

Typical.

Maybe, it was best that you wouldn't see him again. You were in way too deep. A one-night stand, from a man, that fucked you so good you just couldn't forget. What had this man even done to you to make you feel so obligated to have emotional attachment to him? Why were you so drawn to him?

Who was Min yoongi? And what had he done to you?

Was this what they called love at first sight? Was that electrical current you felt towards him a connection? Could he feel it too? He had to feel it too right?

You, day by day, kept racking your brain. It causing moments that you went out of your mind and entered space as you spaced out.

You know that feeling when you want something? That feeling after you get it and it just doesn't hit the spot? Unsatisfying? That's what you felt every time you thought about min yoongi. You weren't satisfied. You didn't get enough of him.

No, you hadn't forgot his name. And no, you haven't forgot his face, and you definitely haven't forgot his sex.

You found yourself every night fucking yourself thinking about him. You played all the scenes of your encounter in your head over and over. Especially up until the very last moment when he came and said he loved you. Even though it was all for pretend, the thought of that always seemed to get you going over the edge and Cumming, it was all the very thought of him that sent you.

Y/n," a voice had said but you hadn't even heard him.

Yoongi filled your thoughts. You were way strung out on coke. You were in another world right now.Nobody could tell you nothing.

You cocked your head to the side as his intoxicated face was in front of yours. Lust was evident in his eyes and you felt the invisible pull toward him. That feeling you got every time washing over you.

Hallucinating, seeing yoongi again was the epiphany of self destruction. It always had you so emotional after.

Yoongi smirked-

"Y/N!" You woke up out of your trance, yoongi disappearing like smoke.

You looked up from the couch you were sitting on waiting for your next vip client. Cesar had talked you into doing them again so here you were getting fucked to get paid again. But you wish none of them were fucking you. Only yoongi.

Your blood ran cold at the sight of GD. Aka Kwon Jinyong.

Your blood ran cold.

No, you thought.

"Is there a reason why you aren't answering my texts back?!" he strides over- you siting on the couch smoking a joint.

Your eyes became wide as he got closer.

You dropped the joint on the couch and scrambled to pick it up before it burnt a hole in the leather,It dropping to the floor.

"Fuck," you hissed as you tried to pick it up from the floor. it landed next to your platforms. So, you decided to step on it with them, your relaxation time ruined by the monster in front of you.

You literally have ignored him for three months. You didn't realize the time passing as your mind was somewhere else.

"I've been busy," you said not looking at him- not really wanting to. No, not after that last event with him.

GD was In all black looking like the gang-leader he was-is. He was glaring down at you you feeling the anger radiating of him.

"You were busy?" he spat, "I highly doubt that," he said glaring down at you.

You finally looked up at him meeting his angry form, "I was actually," you said pushing it further.

"Hmm," he scoffed throwing his head to the side. He looked back at you, "I don't believe that for one second."

"Well believe whatever you want to, -actually could you like leave?- I have a client in ten minutes he could be here any minute now." You said wanting to end this conversation short not wanting anything to do with him. Ever. Again.

He just stared at you you looking back at him.

Maybe it was the coke but you had clearly forgotten the capabilities of this man. Your mind seemed to have tucked it away somewhere. The true definition of losing your marbles.

He pulled his hand back and smacked the fuck out of you. GD smacking the marbles back in place. "NEVER! I MEAN NEVER! TALK TO ME AGAIN LIKE THAT!" You held your face your body thrown to the side from the sudden impact. "Look at me when im speaking to you!"

Still holding your face you looked up at him tears springing your eyes. Your body shaking in fear.and this was why you stayed away from him. This wasn't the first time.

GD watched you. His eyes looking for any sign of disobedience in you. He closed his eyes and inhaled, then slowly exhaled. "I've told you this baby, I told you not to make me mad. You know how I get," he said finally opening his eyes again staring down at your broken form.

And so broken you were.

You looked down not wanting to show the tears that were about to spill over your face.

"Please don't ever try to order me out again. I go.when I go."He spat.

You looked back up shaking. Tears finally slipping over your tear ducks and out onto your cheeks. You let go of your face and tried to regulate your breathing as you were on the verge of having a panic attack. You rested your hands between your thighs and clasped them tight trying to hold on a little while longer.

"you understand?" he said becoming annoyed with you again almost smacking you but he turned around and tried to calm himself.

You flinched waiting for the impact that never came. GD turned back around. His phone rang before he could Finnish your conversation.

You tried to hold yourself together biting the inside of your cheek.

"Okay," he hung up the phone, "I have some things to attend to,- but we will continue this conversation."

You nodded your head and he left. As he strolled to the door, -he ran into someone shoulder checking them, not looking back.

You hadn't noticed this. You looked down trying to gather yourself before your client came.

You tried to move but you felt paralyzed. You kept looking around franticly trying to stop the tears from coming. You had to be professional and presentable.

You finally breaking out of your trance you leaned over to the table knocking everything down as you scrambled for tissue paper. You grabbed it and wiped your eyes. It spreading your mascara. You looked at the tissue and realized this.

"Fuck," you cried breaking down. You tried to wipe your eyes, in the midst of doing that you spotted a figure at the corner of your eye and you whipped your head towards it and your breath caught in your throat.

Yoongi stood there at the base of the door watching you curiously. He was intoxicated. You could tell in his face. He had his soju in his hand and he looked just like he did 3 months ago when you had last seen him.

Finally. Finally, he had came back.

Only you didn't want to see him.no not after what just happened. You didn't want him to see you in a broken form. You didn't want him to see that side of you. You shouldn't have cared what he saw when he looked at you. You were supposed to be only a fuck for him.

But you did.

Of course, you did.

You quickly got up shutting your emotions off and getting into character. But Yoongi could see right through you. You couldn't fool him, he wasn't stupid. Plus the smeared mascara under your eyes said otherwise.

Shit had just went down, plus the way that guy left your room,- left Yoongi wondering more than he should have.

"Are you my 12 o'clock," you said. Your voice had a slight shake in it.

He didn't say anything, making you anxious. He studied you. Looking at you. Knowing something was off about you.

You stared back at him. Your façade slowly melting off. But still you tried to hold yourself down.

"Are you alright?" yoongi questioned finally, ignoring your question, answering your question with a question - and taking a drink of his soju. You were surprised by his question, and it had completely thrown you off Shaking you completely out of character. The façade rapidly melting off.

He stared intently at you waiting for you to answer, you having no way to change the subject. You were completely naked in front of him. You had nothing to hide under.

So what now?

"Yeah," you said lying, taking the easy way out. With nothing else more to say other than that. You couldn't tell him. So you lied. Even though he could see right through you as if you were made of glass, you tried to utterly get him to believe you were fine. You even were trying to convince yourself.

You didn't want to talk about it. It was nothing. To you it was nothing. nothing compared to the agony you've been feeling for the last three months. GD hitting you didn't even compare To the restless nights and longing to be in his presence.

So, the last thing you wanted to talk about was another man. You wanted to focus only on him.

"i think that's not factual." he said taking another drink. You didn't have anything to say so you stood there dumbfounded. As he stared at you. But when you didn't reply back, "yes I am your twelve o'clock but i don't think we should do anything. you clearly seem shaken up about something..." he looked out into the hallway from where GD had left.

"NO! no! I'm fine I promise!" you said coming closer to him. Yoongi stared at you, you hoped you didn't sound too desperate.

You were now standing directly in front of him. Your platforms making you slightly tower over him.

he reached out to touch your face," he ran a thumb over the skin." he hit you didn't he?"

You panicked!

You Somehow forgetting about it , the pain of your cheek coming back. You forgetting this, as you were trying to convince him otherwise. him making you forget life itself.

Your face had developed a bluish tint to where a bruise had started to form.

Your mind raced as his hand rested on your face. You leaned into it closing your eyes. You feeling some sort of warmth from it.

Yoongi dropped his hand to his side. "I may come back again," he said not sounding for sure or not. Making promises wasn't his thing.

Your heart broke into a million pieces. You. Couldn't. Wait. Another. Three. Months. No, this was now or never. This wasn't about to end on a worse note than you already had started.

You both stared at each other. An electric current connecting you to him. "don't go you started to cry." you were breaking the rules. You were being desperate. Now not caring at all.

Now it was his turn to lose his façade His eyes widening in shock.

"I mean im okay you don't-" but you couldn't explain your reasoning. This was the first time seeing him in three months he couldn't just go like that. Not when you anticipated his return so eagerly.

Still he didn't say anything, he just watched you, waiting to see what else might come out your mouth. You hesitated but eventually "just help me forget," you said talking about him smacking you."pretend to love me this time.... even if its just for tonight." you said repeating his words from three months ago.

You waited for his reaction but he just stared at you. Your face heated up knowing you would be rejected. You were way out of place asking for such a request knowing he was the one paying you not the other way around.

Moments went by, silence engulfed you both. You both never broke eye contact. He took another drink of his soju his eyes fixated solely on you. He stepped over the threshold, your heart beating fast at the anticipation of what was happening. Coming straight towards you never breaking your eye contact

He backed you towards the couch and he put the soju down on the table all while still staring at you. He laid you down on the couch and he began kissing your body. He got up and closed the door and locked it an you watched him.

You squeezed your legs shut as your beautiful body waited for him on the couch. You were throbbing for him and it was too much to take.

He came back and opened your thighs making you whine.

Your stomach had butterflies in them and every time he touched you, you would shutter in its wake.

He got on top of you and kissed your neck leaving fresh new love bites on them. You whined when he did this. You grabbed him around his neck and kissed him there. You earned a groan from him and it excited you. You decided that you would step out of place and do everything to him you wanted just in case you never seen him again.

You grabbed his face and crashed your lips to his. He was surprised but he responded. He lost control as the kiss deepened and your heart nearly stoped.

He broke the kiss and kissed your collar bone, kissing you above your breast and so on, till he got to your woman hood. He slid your panties to your lingerie set to the side and took your clit in his mouth.

You whined. He was also stepping out of place. You were there to please him. Not him to please you. You weren't supposed to receive oral sex from your client, you were there to do it for him.

He shoved to finger in you and you lost it. You coming undone right beneath him. He sucked your clit and fingered you trying to get you off. Nothing but your cries filled the room.

When you came you nearly screamed. He held your hands from trying to push him away but you were so sensitive you couldn't take it. But then he made you cum again, -and you were sure your body would lose its soul. Your toes curling at the feeling he was giving you.

Yoongi hovered over you and pulled your boobs out of the baby doll. Kneading then softly making you twitch with every touch. Your whole body sensitive from his touch, it knowing what he was capable of,- making you cum. You came so hard for him.

He stood up and pulled his pants down to his thighs all while watching you and grabbed a condom off the table. He rolled it on and then hovered over you. He lined up with your entrance and then shoved into you.

You cried out. So sensitive already it feeling so intense as he fucked you.

He came down onto you, you grabbed him close. " I love you,” he whispered. And there it went, your soul left your body. He left kisses on your neck and surprisingly initiated the kiss. You responding quickly. He broke the kiss and watched as he fucked you, your eyes closed and whining beneath him.

He like you like that.

Yoongi pulled you up so you could sit on his lap and grabbed you by your waist and bouncing you up and down off him. You cried out and your tits bounced with the rhythm. You were so sexy to him it was dangerous. He could fall for a girl like you, but he wouldn't allow it.

Yoongi told you that he loved you again, and you whined when he fucked you harder. You finally told him you loved him back and he groaned when it left your lips, - him crashing his lips to yours again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck again and you humped the shit out of him. Yoongi entangled his arms from you and grabbed your face as you guys kissed. It being a little too intimate. You putting all your feelings into it and him?

You didn't know.

"You love me?" he said after he broke the kiss?

You shook your head yes

"Tell me."

"I love you," you breathed, igniting his intense orgasm.

He stiffened inside of you emptying his frustrations into you.

You came with him and that third strike took you out. You screamed his name this time and collapsed on his chest. With your head on his shoulder grabbing him tightly. And you just stayed like that. you clinging to him and crying.

He rubbed your back and you stayed like that. Just listening to each other's breathing. You didn't want this to end. You didn't want to NOT see him anymore.

You needed this person in your life.there was just something about him. You needed him. You craved him. Longed for him.

Yoongi had became such an important part of your life and you didn't ask for it just happened.

You never experienced love before but the feeling you had when you were with him showed you otherwise.

Tears slightly ran down your face, you not wanting to face the reality that was and is Yoongi.

He was your client nothing more but you just didn't want to accept it.

He kissed your neck softly and you whined at the contact. He was still inside of you but he had started to soften.

You didn't want to move so you waited for him to. He didn't.

Yoongi didn't want to leave either. He felt weird around you and he didn't know why. He didn't like to think about it. He didn't want to figure it out. He was afraid of the outcome.

He contemplated even coming back in the first place and this was what he was afraid of. He was afraid of you. You scared him. You could unlock things he kept away. You seemed to break through to him penetrating through the intoxication he used as a mask.

No girl has ever done that and you scared him.

So when you never seen him again it broke you.

you were right you never saw him again.

Yoongi never came back.

And he was never going to.

[mrworldwideshoulders]

give me novacaine || reader x myg

Lost and spiraling, Yoongi can’t stop himself from thinking about what he could have done differently to keep from losing you - if he'd been a better man, if he'd spent more time with you, if he'd been more affectionate, maybe he would have known sooner…and maybe he could have kept you from betraying him. Inspired by When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. 

Pairing: reader x MYG (if you can call it that); feat. JK and Hobi Word count: 5.6k  Rating: M / R (18+) Genre: angst, breakup au Warnings: descriptions of cuts, blood, and broken glass, (extremely) foul language, hobi being an angel as usual, jk being kind of a badass A/N: hey there and welcome! this is the sequel to my fic bang bang (shameless plug) so i would definitely recommend reading that one first because you will probably be a bit confused if you don’t :) actually really enjoyed writing this one, so i hope you enjoy reading it just as much. beta’d and bannered as always by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable​)! thx! ly - robyn P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me. 

part of the unorthodox jukebox collection (masterlist)

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” A soft touch on Yoongi’s cheek draws him out of his slumber and back into real life. 

“Hmm,” he grumbles, reluctantly opening his eyes to find you next to him, smiling gently, pale morning sunlight illuminating you from behind like a halo. “You couldn’t let me sleep a few minutes longer?” 

“I couldn’t help it,” you say. “I like seeing you right when you wake up, all grumpy and half-asleep. Like a cat.”

Yoongi can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I’ll get you for that.” He reaches out a hand to pull you toward him, bringing your face mere inches away from his. 

“Good morning,” you say softly, staring into his eyes. 

“Good morning.” He presses his forehead against yours. 

“I was just thinking…” You hesitate. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Min Yoongi.”

“Oh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

You lean in suddenly, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “A good thing, of course. A very good thing.” 

A crack of thunder sounds, jolting Yoongi awake. Rain beats against the full picture windows, fat drops streaming down like tears. He blinks, the insides of his eyelids feeling like full-grit sandpaper scraping against his corneas. 

He wasn’t dead. 

He was still very much alive. And on top of that, still dreaming about you, even though you were gone and every part of him that had once held love was filled with his hatred of you, his empty apartment still echoing with the sounds of your betrayal. 

How unfortunate. Especially the part where he was still alive. 

He sits up slowly, peeling the side of his face from the leather couch, and his head throbs so sharply and violently that his vision clouds. “Fucking hell,” Yoongi mutters, fingers digging into his pulsing temples, as if that would solve anything. He takes a glance around the room. The place is a mess. He struggles to his feet, swaying unsteadily as his vision starts to swim again. It’s dark still but just light enough to indicate that morning is on its way, ready to remind him that he’d been just stupid and just desperate enough to be taken in by your ruse. Something crunches underfoot as he’s feeling his way out of the room. He reaches down, feeling blindly for the source of the noise, and a sharp stabbing pain pierces into the soft, fleshy part of his hand. “Shit!” he snaps. It’s glass. Of fucking course it’s glass. The remnants of a whiskey bottle lay in pieces on the floor, and he remembered now, that he’d thrown it at the wall last night. Blood pools in the dip of his palm, the cut apparently deeper than it felt. “Perfect,” he says under his breath. “Just perfect.”

The water in the sink runs red for what feels like forever, but it finally stops long enough for him to disinfect it and wrap it in a swath of gauze and medical tape. The wrapping is sloppy, but it’ll keep everything in place for as long as it needs to. He’s struck suddenly by another memory. 

“Ah, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. That hurts!” You’re supposed to be chopping vegetables for stir fry, but he looks over to see you gritting your teeth, a bloodstained dish towel wrapped around your hand. 

“Let me see.” Yoongi reaches for the towel, but you nearly yank your hand away from him. 

“No! I can’t.”

“Why not?” He reaches for it again. 

“I’m afraid to look.” You squeeze your eyes shut while he unwraps the towel from your hand. Blood still oozes from a small but seemingly deep cut on your middle finger. “My finger is still there, right?” 

“What finger? I don’t see a finger.” 

Your eyes shoot open. “Yoongi! Come on.”

“Made you look.” He grins, pulling you over to the sink. “It’s just a little cut. Here, rinse it off first, and I’ll bandage it up for you.” You wait silently, wincing slightly as he dabs disinfectant on the cut. He wraps the bandage securely but not too tightly around your finger. “There.” Yoongi lifts your hand and kisses it gently. “Better?” 

“Much,” you manage, cheeks coloring. 

Could he have done more? He knows he should have – definitely could have – been better. On one hand, he’d tried, hadn’t he? He’d tried to be gentle and attentive, to go against all of his past experiences with women and relationships; his mother, for one, and her incessant stream of boyfriends, an array of different faces that were all the same, faces who would all sneer at him on his way out of the house and tell him to straighten up and respect his mother. He’d ended up something like her anyway, for a time, an near-ceaseless series of one night stands and unattached partners filtering in and out of his apartment for a good part of his early twenties – but that was different. You were different. He hadn't ever loved any of them the way he loved you. He'd tried to never let you see the side of him that could be angry and sometimes violent. On the other hand – he should have known better. It wasn’t like you were his first anything. He should have known that some women wanted more than just your time. They wanted to be doted upon, made to feel special, surprised with the occasional gift or dinner out on a random Tuesday – and he hadn’t done a very good job of that. He wasn’t good at giving gifts, unlike Hoseok, who somehow seemed to be able to intuit the perfect gift for someone within minutes. He hadn’t ever gotten the impression any of that was something you wanted, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted, either. He hated those types of little grand gestures. They were sappy. Cringe-inducing. Unoriginal. All qualities he’d never considered himself to possess. 

Was that really all it would have taken for you not to stab him in the back? A surprise date at the nicest restaurant in the city? Could a bouquet of flowers on a random Wednesday make you call it off with every other guy you were seeing? There was no way it could be that simple, could it? If it was, then maybe all of his teachers were right, and he really was the biggest idiot in South Korea, if he hadn't managed to figure that one out. Yoongi closes his eyes and lets out a short laugh, his bandaged hand still humming with pain. “I really must be a dumbass, huh, y/n?” he mutters. “Stupidest motherfucker on the planet. Is that what you wanted? Fucking flowers?” 

He checks the time on his watch. Quarter to six. Too late to go back to bed and too early to go to work. Not even go-getter Jungkook shows up to work that early, and despite being in charge Yoongi is never there before eight or nine unless he has to be. Well, someone has to clean up the glass in the front room, and he can’t show up for work still reeking of whiskey. Jungkook does pretty much nothing but eat and work out in his spare time; he’ll throw Yoongi over one shoulder like a sack of flour and carry him back home to sleep it off if he so much as catches a whiff, so a shower is in order before he can go anywhere. It may not be much but he’s got to do something to keep his mind off you and all of the little things he did wrong. 

The shower does little to improve his mood or his raging headache, but the show must go on, as they say, and he forces himself out the door shortly after eight. As glad as he is to have you and your lies out of his life, he has to admit his apartment feels empty without you, silent in a way that it hasn’t felt since the first time he invited you over. Once he’s at work he quickly sequesters himself in his office, the door shut firmly behind him, and an hour or so in only confirms what he knows already but doesn’t want to acknowledge: he’s not going to be getting much of anything done today. The rain is still beating a lull against his windows, the task at hand is long forgotten, and a nap is sounding more and more appealing by the second. His mind is already starting to drift, eyelids dropping shut like window shades. 

There’s a quick rap at the door, and whoever is out there doesn’t even wait for a response before it opens. “Yoongi-ssi?” Jungkook's looming figure hovers tentatively in the doorway. 

“Hm?” Yoongi barely lifts his head from where it’s propped on his good hand. “What, Jungkook?” He can’t even muster up the energy to bark at Jungkook like he usually does when he hesitates a second too long; he can only turn his head slightly and squint in the younger man’s direction. 

“Is…everything okay?” Jungkook says finally, stepping further inside. “You look like shit.” 

“Thanks for that,” mutters Yoongi, eyes still half-closed. “I’m fine. Go away.” 

Jungkook ignores him. “You really don’t look so good, Yoongi. Are you sure you should be here right now?”

“I said I’m fine,” he snaps, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through his head. “Don’t you have work to be doing?” 

“Well, yeah, but—”

“So get out of my office and go do it, then.” Yoongi scowls. “I’m not paying you for your company.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says, eyebrows pinching in concern, “but, you know, I would understand if you wanted to take the rest of the day. We don’t really have a lot going on at the moment, just a couple of small cases. I can take care of things for a day or two. That’s kinda why you hired me, isn’t it?” 

“I’m fine, Jungkook.” Yoongi lets out a heated sigh. “What I want is for you to leave me alone. Please,” he adds as an afterthought. “Just go away.” 

Jungkook doesn’t budge, instead staying firmly rooted in front of the desk. “What happened, hyung?” 

Yoongi doesn’t speak right away, knowing exactly what Jungkook is asking. “It’s over,” he murmurs. “She’s gone. That’s all you need to know. I don’t want to talk about it.” No need to tell him how you tried to defend yourself, even with the photographic evidence right in front of you, or any of the horrible things you both said to each other, or about the deafening silence that fell after you stormed out, the long night of beating himself up over every little regret that followed and trying to drown out the voices in his head. 

He eyes Yoongi skeptically, gaze twitching from his face to his bandaged hand. “You didn’t do anything…crazy, did you?”

“Of course not,” he grumbles, shoving the injured hand under his desk. “Y/n L/n is still out there walking around on her own two hooves, I promise. Jesus, Kook, who do you think I am, huh? I may be impulsive but I’m not stupid enough to kill anyone.”

“Then…what did you do to your hand?” 

“Broke a bottle. Sliced my hand open while I was trying to clean it up. Any more questions, or can we move on? I’m really not in the mood for this.” 

“No, I guess not,” Jungkook says quietly, dropping his head to avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know how you felt about her, but…it’s for the best.”

 A rush of anger floods through him. No, you don’t. You don’t know how I felt. You don’t know what it’s like at all. Being unwanted, everyone, yourself included, wishing you would just disappear, then thinking finally, here’s someone who accepts you, someone who loves you, despite every bad thing you’ve ever done, only to have it all blow up in your face because she never loved you, she was only stringing you along for her own amusement. It’s mortifying. You don’t know anything. And I hope to God you never do. I hope you stay blissfully ignorant of the way real pain and heartbreak feels, because it’ll make you want to crawl into a hole and die. He doesn’t say any of what he’s thinking and simply shrugs. “What’s done is done. Like I said, I don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s get to work, huh?”

“Yeah. For sure.” Jungkook turns to leave, then hesitates. “She wasn’t a good person, Yoongi. I wouldn’t lose too much time thinking about her. There’ll be someone else one day. Someone who’ll be a better match for you than she ever was. I guarantee it.”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi says, though it isn’t. “I’m already past it. Just go, okay? Close the door on your way out.” What is it with Jungkook and making promises he can’t keep? That’s his problem right there, guaranteeing this and that and hoping for the best when the only thing anyone’s guaranteed in life is death. For all Jungkook knows Yoongi is destined to die alone, just like you said, and even that would be more than he could have hoped for. Maybe you’re right, and no one will ever love him but you, not that you had ever really loved him anyway. He knows he’s hard to love: stubborn, ornery, a little too private for most people's liking. Spend most of your life getting knocked around the way he has and it's no wonder no one wants anything to do with him. He's damaged goods, after all. Scratches and dings everywhere. Too much baggage for even the most sainted person to deal with. Maybe he is better off alone. It’s lonely, but no one gets hurt that way. Hearts stay guarded, hearts stay intact. Is that the secret?

Almost as soon as Jungkook leaves, his phone vibrates on his desk. His number is private, which means it can only be one person. He sighs and allows the call through. “Yeah?”

"Yoongi-ah!" Hoseok's exuberantly cheerful voice breaks through the speakers. Yoongi has always wondered how one person can be in such good spirits all the time. "I'm glad I caught you. I was wondering, did you mean to call me last night?"

"No," says Yoongi. "Just an accident. Sorry.” What he doesn't know won't hurt him. 

"Huh. Okay." Now he sounds skeptical. He can almost see Hoseok’s face pursing into a frown. “Because I could have sworn I heard—”

“It was nothing, Hobi,” he says firmly. “I was drinking and I must have bumped your number or something. That’s all.”

“Drinking on a weeknight? Is everything okay?”

Damn it. Why does Hoseok have to know him so well? “Everything’s fine. Had a rough day at work yesterday. You know how it is.” Hoseok doesn’t know exactly what it is he does for a living, but he has some idea. 

“Well…okay.” He can tell his friend still doesn’t believe him. “I guess I was imagining things. But, you know you can always talk to me, right? If there’s ever something you want to talk to me about. I’m here to listen.”

“Yeah. Of course.” Yoongi swallows hard, the words sticking in his throat. 

Hoseok continues. "Anyway, while I’ve got you, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner sometime. It's been forever. Hyorin and I would love to see you. And when are you going to come see your godson? Junho has grown so much, you’d barely recognize him if you saw him.” Junho is what, six months old now? Hoseok and Hyorin had insisted on making him Junho’s godfather when he was born, despite Yoongi’s protests, saying there was no one better for the job than him. “Bring y/n with you. We’ve been dying to meet her. And I have to see for myself the woman who managed to crack through that tough outer shell of yours so quickly.” Hoseok likes to claim that it took a year’s worth of his mother’s lunches for Yoongi to crack even slightly, while for you it only took a matter of months to get right to the heart of things.

His words stab at Yoongi's chest like knives. “Uh…yeah. We’ll have to get together sometime.” Coward. The word floats in front of his eyes again, the same way it did last night when he hung up instead of talking to Hoseok. What kind of coward are you that you can’t even tell your best friend that it’s over, that she’s gone, that she played you for a fool? How long are you going to go on dodging him and letting him think everything is fine when it’s not? “About that,” says Yoongi. “Y/n and I – we broke up. Yesterday.” 

“What?” Yoongi can tell Hoseok is genuinely floored by this. “Are you — really? What happened? Didn’t you say you were about to ask her to move in with you? Officially?” 

Yoongi chuckles bitterly. “We discovered some, uh, irreconcilable differences. And she cheated on me. With multiple people.”

"Yoongi..." Hoseok sighs. "I'm sorry. I wouldn’t have said anything if I’d known. You doing okay?"

“Oh, I'm fine,” Yoongi says dismissively. "I'll get through it, I always do. You know me. Anyway, better to have that all out in the open now than later, right?” He can’t even force himself to imagine what it would be like if they’d been married. At least ten times worse, probably. Would he have ever even wanted to be married to you? He’d barely even begun to think about the possibility, to picture what it would be like to have you as his wife, to start a family with you. A happy little family, something he’d never had before. The very idea repulses him now. 

“You don’t have to hide it, you know.” Hoseok seems to know something he isn’t letting on. “It’s okay to be upset. That was a shitty thing for her to do. It’s a shitty thing for anyone to do. You wouldn’t be the only one to—”

“Aish, seriously, I’m fine.” Yoongi rubs at his forehead in frustration, unwilling to admit that Hoseok is absolutely right. “I knew it was all going to come to an end sooner or later.  Everything does for me. It just came sooner than I expected.”

Hoseok pauses momentarily, and for a second Yoongi wonders if maybe he’s gone too dark on him. ”Listen, why don’t you come over tonight instead?” Hoseok says finally. “Hyorin is making dakgalbi. I know it’s your favorite, and she always makes enough to feed the entire military. You should come. We can catch up. What do you think?”

Yoongi lets out a humorless laugh. “Your wife, who likes me for some reason, just so happens to be making dakgalbi the day after I find out my girlfriend has been cheating on me for the better part of our relationship? Almost sounds too good to be true.” Just as it had been for someone like you to have any real interest in him at all. Too good to be true. 

“It must be fate then.” He pictures Hoseok shrugging. “And you shouldn’t argue with fate, right?”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll take my chances. I’ve managed so far, haven’t I?” Managed to screw everything up and drive everyone who matters away from you, he thinks. “I don’t think I’d be very good company right now, anyway.”

“Okay, well, if you won’t come over for dinner, I’ll bring you leftovers tomorrow. How about that?” Hoseok is just the same as he’s always been: trying to take care of Yoongi when it should really be the other way around. He must have had such a glowing, happy childhood to end up this kind and caring as an adult. How had a fuckup like Yoongi ever managed to become friends with someone as pure as Hoseok? 

“Fine,” he relents. “You do that. But call first, okay?”

“Of course.” Voices sound behind him on the other end of the line. “Listen, I’ve got to go now, but we’ll talk tomorrow, all right? And Yoongi?”

“What?” 

“It’s not your fault. I know it hurts right now, but she chose to cheat all on her own. You didn’t make her do it. So cut yourself some slack, okay? Someday it’ll all work out.” Why does everyone keep trying to tell him that? It’s all just empty platitudes anyway. Nothing works out for him. It never has. In fact, it’s surprising that his own company hasn’t crashed and burned yet. 

He hears your scornful voice in his ears again. If you’d paid more attention to me, you would have figured it out sooner. You don’t care. You never cared. Would Hoseok still be saying that if he knew the whole story about what I was doing back then? Yoongi wonders. Would he still choose to see only the good in me? Would he still be willing to call me his friend? Godfather to his firstborn child? Anything at all? “Yeah, right. I’m sure. Thanks anyway.”

“I’m your best friend. It’s what I’m here for.” Hoseok hangs up.“You’re my only friend,” mutters Yoongi dryly, long after the line has gone dead.

He should not be doing this. Not today. But he’d insisted to Jungkook that he was fine, and being fine meant leaving the office for a few hours to do some surveillance for a case they were working. It wasn’t as if Jungkook had forced him; if anything he’d basically told him that he could handle it on his own, as he’d been saying all morning, but that it was easier for two people than one, just in case anything happened. Yoongi had decided to come anyway, his headache having tapered off some, and the distraction would – hopefully – keep his mind off everything, namely you. He was beginning to regret that decision, almost as soon as he’d made it. The rain still hadn’t let up, and the guy they were supposed to be tailing hadn’t moved from his table at the cafe where he’d been sitting for the past forty-five minutes. It was hard to believe that the client thought that this guy was even a threat to their personal safety – but a job was a job, and a paranoid client with deep pockets was better than no client at all. 

How things had changed in the past ten years of his life. Ten years ago he was still pickpocketing people like his client, on top of working long, miserable hours in the kitchen of some god-awful restaurant, having to scrape just to put food in his mouth and pay the rent on his tiny shithole of an apartment. Of course his mother had been no help; she’d been the one to kick him out in the first place, claiming she’d already done her duty by allowing him to live rent-free under her roof for nineteen years, as if he were just some freeloading roommate and not her son. Yoongi’s thievery had started innocently enough, as innocent as lifting wallets off unsuspecting people could be. A means to an end. That was all it was ever supposed to be, a way to supplement his measly paycheck when things were tight. Then the wrong people had taken notice of his talents, turning it into something far bigger and far darker than he had ever intended for it to be, and sending him hurtling down a path he’d never wanted to venture down, but found himself unable to stop until it was almost too late. Was it his fault, then, that things had ended up this way? All of his past transgressions, everything he’d done and regretted now, falling in love with someone who would never truly be his in any capacity - had all of that been preordained the moment he lifted that first wallet in Gangnam Station? Yoongi was starting to think you might be right, that no matter how much good he did, no matter how many people he protected and thefts he prevented, he would always remain the same on the inside. He could put on an expensive suit and cut his hair and act like he was doing it all for the greater good, but deep down he’d always know it was just that: an act. He was, in the purest sense of the word, a fraud. Just as you had said. A fraud, a liar, and a thief. 

What if you did decide to go back on your word? What if you told everyone – his clients, his colleagues, his friends – about how he’d gotten to be where he was? Would it make any difference? He’d threatened to reveal it himself – but would he? Could he allow everything he’d so carefully built to come crumbling down like a house of cards? If any of that happened he would be right back where he started ten years ago. Alone. Hoseok probably wouldn’t want anything to do with him if he knew what Yoongi had done to get by, certainly wouldn’t want him anywhere near his wife and son. Jungkook, perhaps, could be counted on to stick around, but Yoongi wasn’t holding his breath. Maybe that would be a good thing. No more secrets. No more lies. No friends or associates. A fresh start. 

“Yoongi-ssi?” Jungkook’s voice crackled in his earpiece, startling him back into reality. “Status report?” 

Yoongi glanced up at the man’s table, which was currently being bussed – because it was empty. “Fuck!” he swore under his breath, hurrying out onto the street. 

“Something happen?” says Jungkook. 

Yoongi sighs angrily. “Something happened, all right. I lost him, Kook.” The guy might not have been dangerous, but he’d walked away right in front of him – and Yoongi hadn’t even noticed because he was lost in his head, daydreaming about the past. How stupid did he have to be to let that happen? “He was there two minutes ago, I swear.” 

“Shit,” he hears Jungkook mutter. “Well, he’s on foot, he can’t have gotten far. I’m in the area. Let me see what I can do.” Jungkook goes silent.

Yoongi paces on the sidewalk, unsure what to do with himself. He’s never lost a tail before, not like this. Not even someone trying to lose themselves in a crowd could shake him off. He’s useless. Especially today. The rain pours, pelting painfully against his skin. 

Pathetic, sneers your voice in his head again. I thought you were supposed to be good at this. 

“Got him.” His colleague’s triumphant voice finally breaks through after what seems like an eternity. “Headed for the subway station. We’ll probably lose contact once I’m underground, so I’ll touch base once I’m topside again.” 

He used to wonder where Jungkook would be without him – probably still working for the gangster his father owed money to, still under the guise that he’d be dismissed whenever the debt was paid – but now Yoongi wonders where he’d be without Jungkook. The kid is too good for this business, he thinks, and should really be doing something more honorable with his skills. Police work, maybe, or working in intelligence, not private security. Something entirely unrelated, even. He’s far too talented to waste his life working for someone like Yoongi. “Good.” He exhales a sigh of relief, pinching at the space between his eyes. “Stay on him.” Jungkook doesn’t need him, not anymore. Maybe he never did. Maybe that was just something he’d always told himself to make himself feel better about essentially hijacking the trajectory of Jungkook’s life. “You going to be alright if I head home? I don’t think I’m going to be much use here.” 

“I’ll be fine, but…” Jungkook sounds like he wants to say something else but holds back. “Okay. Have a good night, boss. I’ll update you when I get back to the office.”

“Thanks.” says Yoongi gruffly. “And…I’m sorry.” 

"Don't worry about it," says Jungkook. "I've been telling you to go home all day. Go on, I've got this covered."

Yoongi chuckles wryly before he pulls his earpiece out. Home. That might be the last place on earth he wants to be right now. But where else is he going to go?

It’s been a long day. A very long day. One with a lot of thinking, and still more to go. The front room is back in order and dark shadows are beginning to fall around him as the rainy afternoon gradually fades into night. He's staring out at the city skyline, lights blinking on one by one like stars, contemplating his next move when his phone vibrates. Jungkook, presumably with an update on today's subject. "Nothing too interesting to report. You were right, the guy’s harmless." 

"Hah," Yoongi scoffs. "I wouldn't take my word for it." 

"I'll keep an eye on him," says Jungkook, "and let you know if anything else comes up."

"Sounds good." Yoongi hesitates. "Listen, Jungkook…about earlier. I'm thinking about taking some time off work. Do you think you could handle things for a while?"

"Of course I can. But how long is a while?"

"I don’t know. Indefinitely?" The line goes silent and Yoongi is momentarily afraid that he's lost him. "Kook, you still there?"

"Yeah. Still here." Jungkook sounds stunned. "I was trying to figure out if you just said what I think you just said. You said indefinitely, right?"

"As in, I'm not sure when I'll be back? No, you heard me right." 

"Well…why?" He pictures the puzzled look on Jungkook’s face, eyes widening, eyebrows scooting together in confusion. 

Yoongi lets out a sigh and stares down, examining the bandage on his hand. “Got some things to sort out. I’m not sure that I can trust myself right now, and I don’t think I should be doing this when I can’t even trust my own judgment. It’s risky for all of us. Someone could get hurt.” That’s all he wants. Just once in his life, for people to stop getting hurt because of him. 

“Right. I understand that, and I recognize what you’re doing, but Yoongi, you know what you’re asking, don’t you? A couple of days is one thing, but I have no idea how to run things for that long. Especially when I don’t know when you’ll be back. You know I don’t mind doing it, it’s just…a really big ask.” 

“I’ll be back, Jungkook. It’s not like I won’t.” Yoongi chuckles. “You’re the only one that’s qualified. And you’re the only one I trust to do this. I can trust you, right?” The question is almost rhetorical. The kid has more than proven himself in the whole time he’s known him. 

He hears Jungkook take a deep breath. “Of course. You can count on me, hyung. I’ve got this.” 

“That’s good to hear.” Yoongi does feel bad about leaving it all on Jungkook to pick up the slack, but he knows he can handle it. Things will be just fine without him, at least for a while. Everything always has been. Black Swan might even be better off with Jungkook at the helm instead of him. “I’m sorry for dropping this on you at the last minute.” 

“Please,” Jungkook scoffs. “I told you, I’ve got this.” His voice changes, growing softer, less brash. “So…what will you do while you’re gone?” 

“Hm. Not sure yet.” Yoongi smiles faintly. “You know, I’ve never really been on a vacation. Maybe I’ll leave the city, go somewhere sunny. Tropical and warm. Maybe the mountains.”

“That’ll be nice.” There’s a beat of silence. “So…this is it, then,” Jungkook says. “You’re really going.” 

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, Kook,” says Yoongi briskly. “I’m your boss. We’re not really friends, are we?” They’re not friends, not just colleagues. They’re partners. Is that really any different?

“Yeah. Sorry. Well, good luck, boss. I’ll be here, as long as you need me to be. I hope you get everything figured out.” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi heaves another sigh. “Me too. Goodbye, Jungkook. I’ll be in touch.” He hangs up before Jungkook can get any sappier on him and stares down at his hands again. He’ll leave town, maybe in a few days or so, go somewhere far away and stay there until it feels right to come back. But there’s one last thing he has to do tonight before he can go anywhere. 

The door in front of him swings open, and the savory smell of stir-fried chicken wafts out. “Yoongi?” Hoseok looks him up and down, taking in Yoongi’s rain-soaked appearance. “What are you – did you walk here? It’s pouring out. You’ll get sick.” Same old Hoseok, the mother he never had. 

“Hobi,” he says, ignoring his friend’s fussing. “Sorry I didn’t call first, but I was in the neighborhood and I got to wondering…does that dinner invitation still stand?” 

“Always, but…” Hoseok falters. “I thought you said—”

“You know I can’t resist free food.” Yoongi smirks. “And…” He hesitates. His past is dark, littered with thorns and broken glass, winding paths to hell built upon good intentions. He can’t change that. But he can change his present – his future, too. And it starts with being honest with the people around him, whatever the fallout may be. No more secrets. No more lies. Especially to the people he cares about. “I decided I could really use someone to talk to.” 

“Okay, well – get in here, then.” Hoseok pulls him inside, where it’s warm and bright and filled with life. “We’ve got a lot to catch up on.” 

Things will be better without you. Not now, but eventually. Maybe someday it will all work out like everyone keeps trying to tell him. Maybe there is still happiness to be found in this life.

©2023 by mrworldwideshoulders | main masterlist | collection masterlist

[jeonbunnie]

stand by me

pairing: reader x yoongi

anonymous requested: “could you do some min yoongi fluff with stand by me by ben e king?”

summary: yoongi becomes your knight in black leather.

genre: slight angst; fluff;

soundtrack: stand by me—bene e. king

content/warnings: childhood friends to strangers to friends again; gang!au; biker!yoongi/ cat calling; sexual harassment.  

a/n: I’m sure you weren’t expecting bikergang!yoongi for this request lol but that’s where my brain went I’m sorry lol. I hope it’s still cute for you ♡ 

word count: 1.5k

♪ No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me ♪

Five minutes into your walk home and you already regretted the decision.

Girls night had started to turn into girls morning, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to stay out. Not wanting to ruin their fun, you bid your friends goodnight and made your way home. At first, you weren’t concerned about walking by yourself; The bar was only a couple blocks from your highrise apartment, and you’d be home in no time—fifteen minutes tops.

But now that you were alone with a cat-caller on your trail, you thought you should never have left in the first place. The man eyeing you from across the street put a shiver down your spine.

“Where you going, baby?”

In your head, you cursed your decision to wear a crop top and short dress tonight now that you’d been unlucky enough to gather unwanted attention. Fear told you not to respond. You did your best to keep your head down and avoid eye contact.

“Oh, come on, don’t ignore me, beautiful!”

It was so dark out; not even the sliver of moon could light your path home. Only one street light blinked on in the distance, but it was at least a block away.

You could hear his footsteps behind you, and your heartbeat quickened. You sped up your pace, too.

For a second, you were afraid. Your mind filled with all the terrible ways this night could end. So much could go wrong before you reached the safety of the light. More than anything, you wished you weren’t alone.

“I’m just trying to pay you a compliment!” said the stranger, persistent in his pursuit.

If you had to defend yourself, you would. You reached inside your purse, finding your pepper spray and gripping your keys between your fingers like talons, just in case.

And then suddenly, as if the universe heard your silent plea, you weren’t alone after all.

A deep voice rang out nearby. “I don’t think she’s interested.”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Yoongi. Your Yoongi. The kid in your neighborhood who used to be your friend and your fiercest defender. At once, all your fears ceased. With Yoongi by your side, you’ve never had to be afraid.

He looked different now. Older. Serious. But undeniably handsome as he leaned back against a motorcycle. You don’t know how you missed it, too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice his bike parked on the side of the street. But you couldn’t be happier recognizing the sleek ‘7’ decal that marked the vehicle as belonging to one of the notorious gangs in the city.

“In fact,’ continued Yoongi, “I know she’s not interested.” Others might have been scared to have a member of Bangtan approach them, but relief washed over you as Yoongi came to stand by you, shielding you with his body from the unwelcome stranger. “But if you’re interested in keeping your pathetic excuse of a life, I’d suggest you walk away now.”

Maybe it was the look in Yoongi’s eyes, dark gaze glinting something dangerous as he stared down your offender. Or perhaps he, too, had noticed the warning sign glinting on the bike, but that was all it took for the man to run off, leaving you with your savior.

He wasn’t exactly a white knight, switching out the shining armor for a black leather jacket and jeans, but still, he left you breathless. Upclose you’re struck by the details of change: the piercings in his ear, the long shaggy hair, and most noticeably, the long, red scar that ran down his eye. So much about him had changed, but his dark gaze still seared you when your eyes met.

For a minute, it’s just quiet as you take each other in. Awkward silence sets in as you’re unsure what to say or where to begin. You’d thought of Yoongi many times and always imagined you’d be better put together the next time you met. So much time had passed, yet here you were, still a damsel in distress and seemingly no more confident.

Yoongi broke the silence first. “It’s been a while, huh? I see you still need me to look out for you.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your heart lightened hearing his usual banter. “For the record, I didn’t need your help back there. I was prepared to defend myself—”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“—But I’m glad I didn’t have to. Thank you,” you said, offering him a genuine smile.

Yoongi didn’t respond, shrugging off your thanks with a cool nod as he broke eye contact. But if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the pink warming his cheeks wasn’t just from the cool night air.

When his eyes returned to you, he cocked his head to the side, gaze flickering over your figure in a way that made you squirm.

After a long pause, he said, “You still look the same.”

You looked down at your hands, heart racing for the second time tonight for an entirely different reason. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good. Definitely, good.”

The silence that slipped over you now didn’t feel awkward anymore. You looked back up at Yoongi, feeling comfortable in his presence, warm like the orange glow of the overhead streetlight. And just like that, you’re slipping into the time before. Memories of scraped knees, black eyes, wiped tears, and pastel bandaids. All the pain, laughter, and childhood nostalgia breathing in the space between you.

You know your family moved away with the best intentions: safer neighborhoods, better education, more opportunities. Maybe moving was for the best, but you’d left your heart with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Because you never really got over it—losing your best friend.

You wonder if it’s just you, all in your head with your one-sided feelings. But then Yoongi’s eyes softened, and you know it’s not all in your head. He felt it, too, the affinity that somehow lingered after all these years.

“Let me take you home,” said Yoongi, lips lifted in a half smile.

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can make the rest of the way by myself.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Too good to be seen with someone like me on this side of town, huh?”

He’s teasing. But still, you panic a bit at the implication. “No, no!” you said, waving your hands. “That not— I just meant you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to put you out. I don’t mind being seen with you, honest—”

“Y/n,” he said, cutting you off. “Don’t you think I know you better than that? I’m just messing with you.”

You huffed out a sigh, both relieved and annoyed that he still could work you up like that. Yoongi just chuckled.

“You’re not a burden to me,” he said, leaning in to look you in the eyes. “I only asked to take you home because I wanted to.”

Yoongi walked over to his parked bike only to pause when he noticed you hesitating behind him. “What?”

You couldn’t help yourself; you had to ask: “Why are you being so nice to me?”

At that, Yoongi laughed, turning back to face you. “I’m sorry, should I not? Would you prefer it if I were an asshole?”

“It’s just,” you started suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You have no reason to be. It’s been years since we last talked. . .and I—”

Guilt kept you from saying what you were thinking out loud.

I left you behind.

You always felt ashamed you didn’t keep in touch with your friends from the past. Yoongi had every right to resent you for that, yet there was no animosity in his eyes as he looked at you.

Yoongi shook his head, seemingly reading your mind and all the doubts. “It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how far you go. I’m always going to stand by your side. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Something about the sincerity of those words stunned you to tears. “Yoongi…”

Of course, he noticed the twinkle in your eyes. “You’re such a baby,” he reproached. But despite his admonishing words, you heard the grin in his voice.

“Come on,” he said, swinging a leg over his bike.

You could only watch him in awe, wondering how you could be so lucky to have someone like Yoongi return to your life.

“Darling,” he said, voice dipping low as he held up the helmet to his bike. “I’m not asking.”

You bite your lip, barely containing your grin, as you take the helmet from his grasp and hop on behind him.

“Give me your phone.”

You obeyed his command, watching as he saved his number in your contacts.

When he finished, Yoongi looked over his shoulder at you. “The next time you’re in trouble, call me, yeah?”

You nod, smiling softly to yourself as he checks the strap on your helmet. When satisfied with the fit, he turned around and started his bike, the vehicle roaring to life.

“Hold on tight,” he shouted, voice booming over the engine’s purr.

So you do. You wrapped your arms around Yoongi and rested your cheek against his strong back, breathing in his scent: leather, mint, and something else that reminded you of home. This time, no matter what curves life throws your way, you know you won’t let go.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Ice cream makes everything better- MYG

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dad! Min Yoongi x Mom! Fem reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: OC suffers from migraines. Here's how Yoongi and another special someone deal with it.

A/n: I wrote this at 3 am, exactly 6 hours before a very important exam. But this came easy to me, like it was waiting to be written since ages. 🥺💜💜

.

"Will omma be okay soon?" Little Sumi turned to Yoongi before jumping out of the car in front of her school. 

"Of course, love. Omma's just a little sick. But I'm sure she'll be okay once she rests a little" Yoongi reassured your wide eyed, concerned daughter.

"Will she come pick me up?" She asked.

"Not today. But appa will pick you up and then we'll go get ice cream" he promised. 

That promise lit up the little child's face as she nodded enthusiastically and got out, running to her friend who seemed to be waiting for her near the entrance, both of them linking hands and going inside. 

Yoongi smiled to himself. He'd never get over how much your daughter resembled you. But of course you always insisted that she had Yoongi's eyes and nose. Whatever the case, Yoongi loved her to bits and anything she did made his mind reel in wonder that this little girl was living evidence of how much he loved you. Pulling away from the school, Yoongi directed his mind back to business, getting some mangoes for his wife who was currently suffering a migraine and wanted something sweet and fresh to eat after the whole night of debilitating nausea. 

He tried to be as quick as possible, parking closest to the supermarket, rushing inside and grabbing the ripest, yellowest mangoes, checking out and speeding home. 

On days like these, when one thing or the other triggered your migraines, it was a given that Yoongi worked from home, if he felt like he could work at all. 

He looked at the mess he and Sumi had made as they had had breakfast, the dirty dishes still sitting on the table. He collected them and placed them in the sink, moving to your daughter's room where her pajamas were thrown on her unmade bed. He swiftly folded her pajamas and made her bed, placing her pillows in a neat pile and opening a window to let some fresh air in. Then he was peeling and slicing the mangoes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When the juicy fruit was cut into cubes and ready, he added some toothpicks so he could feed you easily and eased open your bedroom door. 

The dark curtains that Yoongi had installed especially because of his wife's light sensitivity, were pulled all the way shut and there was no light in the room, despite it being bright and sunny outside. 

"Jagiya?" Yoongi whispered.

"Hmmm?" You hummed back, indicating you were awake. 

"Do you feel like eating something?" He asked, still hushed. 

He saw your silhouette sit up in bed, the raging bed head, still visible in the dim light. He came and sat down in front of you, placing the plate of fruit between you both. "I'm hungry, but my teeth feel tender, I don't understand." Yoongi could hear the pout in your voice. 

"It's okay love, these mangoes are really soft and juicy. They'll be easy to eat" he assured you. He saw you nod, scooting forward just an inch. 

Yoongi gladly lifted a piece of fruit skewered on a toothpick to your mouth.

"Did you take Sumi to school?" You asked before opening your mouth slightly to take the bite, relishing the sweetness spreading on your palate after the bitter aftertaste of all that dry heaving last night. 

"Yeah, she was concerned about you. Wanted to say good morning" Yoongi giggled. 

"Aww" you took another bite from his hand, "you should've let her come in."

Yoongi's heart hurt at how weak you sounded. He hated these episodes, he hated seeing you in so much pain, and he couldn't do much except wait for it to be over. 

"You had finally fallen asleep jagi, I told her and she immediately understood."

"She's my big girl" you smiled proudly, wincing slightly at how much your eyes hurt, despite the room being almost pitch dark. 

You and Yoongi sat in silence for a while, him carefully feeding you, and you focusing on chewing softly.

"All done" he announced as the last piece he'd cut up made it's way past your lips.

"Thank you Yoongi" you smiled sadly. "I don't know what I'd do without you"

" We're a team baby. You don't have to do anything without me." His hand found yours, your aching body always finding solace in his gentle touches. You grabbed back, tugging it closer to your face and kissing it fondly, aware of the slight flush that must have made it's way up his cheeks at that. He did have a way of getting flustered that was absolutely adorable. 

" Does your head still hurt? " He asked kindly.

" Yeah" you whispered.

" Do you want me to give you a massage? "

A massage from your husband sounded heavenly and you were nodding immediately. More than willingly, Yoongi climbed onto the bed, making his way behind you on his knees. When you felt him behind you, you leaned back against his soft belly, head resting on his strong chest as his skilled fingers came to rest on your temples moving in coordinated circles to ease the tension in your skull. 

A sigh of relief left you as he worked his magic, working quietly and surely, because he had done this many times before. 

Soon enough, you felt your head getting lighter, the deep throbbing behind your eyes going away. Tears of gratitude filled your eyes involuntarily. Yoongi had no idea how in love you were with him. Because of these simple things he did. How he always made you feel better in a matter of moments, in all that he did. He had your heart. One that always ached with love for him and your little daughter. You couldn't believe you were this lucky, yet here you were. 

"Oh Yoongs, you're magical" you hummed as he pulled away, fluffing up your pillow so you could lie down again. 

He tucked you in and gingerly kissed your forehead. "You're my magic" he whispered into your hairline. "Now rest, and don't worry about a single thing" 

You nodded, thanking all heavenly entities for him in your life as he left the room.

The next thing you heard was when you woke up again. The sweet singsong voice of your daughter on the other side of the door, "I'll call her softly to check if she's sleeping" she promised her father.

Then the door opened and a head peeked in. 

"Omma?" A tiny voice asked. 

"Yes sweetheart?" You answered.

"Oh you're awake!" 

"Shh Sumi too loud!" Yoongi's hushed scolding made you frown. 

"It's okay baby, come to me" you opened your arms as you sat up, feeling a bit better after your nap.

She ran to you, scrambling onto the bed as her father carried a tray with three bowls on it, leaving the door open a smidge to let some light in. 

"How was your day?" You asked Sumi as she settled into your arms.

"It was good. I got an A on my homework. Appa helped me yesterday." She announced proudly.

"Good job baby" you hugged your daughter to your chest eyes meeting your husband's with a fond shine. 

"How was your day omma?" The little voice asked from next to your heart. "Do you feel better? Are you okay now?"

You nodded. "I feel better now that you're here." 

"Oh. See appa? If you had let me come to her in the morning, omma would already be okay" Sumi scolded her father. 

You laughed softly. 

"What's this you brought me?" You asked, tilting your head to the bowls.

"We brought you ice cream!" She announced happily.

" Ice cream makes everything better" Yoongi nodded knowingly, repeating a dialogue you loved to say ever since he had begun dating you. It was now an impromptu rule in your house. Ice cream makes everything better. 

Sumi also nodded very seriously, before turning her attention back to you.

" Can I help you eat it? " She asked

"Huh?" The question threw you off.

"You always feed me when I'm sick, should I feed you now?" She explained, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's because you're my baby" you cooed. 

"You're my baby too," Sumi proudly announced, taking a bowl from her father's hands and lifting a half empty spoon to your smiling lips. 

[fluffyydumplings]

Bloody Fucking Love

https://youtu.be/_Cm_ERxZBAY

Pairings: vampire!yoongi x vampire!reader / interior designer!yoongi x interior designer!reader / ceo!yoongi x ceo!reader

Genre: fantasy!au / historical!fiction / best friends to lovers / fluff / crack / angst (more crack than angst - maybe or maybe not?) with a happy? sad? ending / match maker!jin and match maker!hoseok (evil smirk) / This fic is so cracky... Probably will get you going: ‘Huh?’ - a good laugh and a good cry - that’s what I’m going for

Summary: Get married, have a family and die at forty.. That was the life you’ve expected ever since you could speak, and at the ripe age of one could say “mother” over and over again without stuttering - an exaggeration that you will use over and over again for as long as you live. But, life throws you places where you never expect to be. Now you find yourself deep into the twenty-first century, two hundred years on the clock and by the side of a man you never expected to be more than a suitor like hundreds of others you have met, dinned with and curtsied at.

Best Friends, co-partners, confidants, companions.. You’ve been through life and death with him (metaphorically and literally). You know each other better than flowers know the patches of dirt it grows on, you know each other better than butterflies know the flowers it feeds off of..

You love each other, that’s for sure.. Whether like friends or lovers on the other hand - that line is blurry..

Wordcount: 40k+ (estimated - no promises)

Release Date: When I’m done (Will warn then block if you pester me)

A/N: Putting this out here to remind you that I haven't given up on this fic.. Plus, I wanted to show what this fic offers @hobateas

[theharrowing]

This is how you love your Yoongi:

Hair tousled and tugged and so pretty from a heated make out as he watches you sink to your knees. He gazes down at you with eyes stern and dark, as if he has any control at all—as if you won’t make him a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes.

[nonduafickie]

SOULMATE NOT DESTINED || MIN YOONGI

[eng]

yoongi X f!reader

03/15/2019

Daegu, South Korea.

We met that summer day in 2018.

You as usual, had your hair dyed of some exotic color.

I want to be honest, it was cool.

You were on the swings dozing while I was walking Doctor Lemon, he came up to you and put his little head under your hand while he moved so you would understand that he wanted caresses.

You began to caress him while I approached seeing the tender image, between curtsies I wanted to say goodbye; but you asked me to sit on the swing next to you and we started playing om the swings while Doctor Lemon ran around.

We talked a lot, you told me about how much you loved music and I told you about how much I loved children.

We both appreciated each other's dream and talked in such a pleasant way, it was like a dream, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, my stomach felt weird, my lip was trembling because I was so- so nervous.

You get in my feels so deep, I felt like it a dream.

I didn't want to wake up.

I felt so good by your side...

I could see colors next to you.

And then a limo pulled up and a bunch of bouncers in suits pushed me away from you.

It wasn't meant to be...

Goodbye, mask boy and which your name is apparently:

Min Yoongi.

Att: The girl with the dog

that ate a lot of sugar.

"What do you guys have there?"

"Nothing, just army's mail and all that."

"I'll take Yoongi's."

"I don't think he gave you permission, young lady..."

"He is my boyfriend and soon he will see that he is also my soul mate, give it to me."

Because we're meant to find it, but not always to stay together.

[btsfanficsbykj]

Tickets To Paradise, Chapter 1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hello! Welcome to my first BTS fanfic!! I hope you enjoy! I have no idea who I'm pairing our lovely reader with yet, but I have lots of romance planned, along with all the angst, adventure, drama, reconciliation, and smexy times!! I hope you enjoy!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Relationships: BTS ensemble and Fem!Reader

Summary: Our lovely reader and her clever best friend have gotten their hands on tickets to the nearby BTS world tour concert, which had seemed impossible thanks to scalpers and jacked upped prices. Now, preparing to meet her beloved artists, she faces dealing with insecurities, anxiety, and a hell of a lot of just-plain-scared-out-her-mind.

This journey will follow her as she meets the boys of BTS and surprisingly catches their attention by means of her tattoo work, bright and shiny on her best friend's shoulder.

Warnings: none so far

Word Count: 1660

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 1 Part 2

“Hey there, darlin,” came the sly laugh from behind me.

“Hey, Smurf,” I responded, sniggering down at the copy machine as I made the 50000th copy of the day. 

My coworker and partner-in-crime, Sarah, or “Smurf” as I affectionately named her, leaned against the Beast of a machine to my right, crossing her arms and feigning a nonchalant sigh of boredom.

It had been a long day. A ghastly week. In some ways, it mirrored the movie “Office Space” with the same monotonous routine, over and over and over again. The same managers droning on and on about better customer care and faster call times and working as a team, blah blah blah. Us worker bees of course just side-eyed each other with subtle rolling of the eyes, knowing we had to devote time to each individual customer to fix the problems, which meant longer call times. Which, of course, upper management just didn’t seem to get and completely ignored.

All in all, it was just another week, stuffed into another month, dragged into another year in this slightly stifling office job in the middle of the midwest, surrounded by cornfields and cringey political signs. Honestly, my only saving grace was the few tattoo gigs that popped up every now and again. Usually the loyal clientele that needed a touch up or new artwork done. I was a favorite at the only tat shop in the little town and was allowed to pick my hours. Nice, right?

Smurf huffed out another sigh, this one edging on annoyed, and I huffed one back at her. 

“Whatchu want, Smurfs? I’m trying to get His Majesty’s sheets done before closing time.” His Majesty was none other than the Big Boss’ son, slave driver and all around mysoginistic jackass. He really enjoyed giving out the lesser jobs to his more feminine employees. Seemed to get a kick out of lording his authority over them. I swear, he was born in the wrong decade.

“I knooooow,” Smurf grinned, studying her acrylic nails as she swayed her curvy hips in place. 

Taking my eyes from the Beast and rolling them in my bestie’s direction, I copied her stance and leaned against the wall behind me. “Smurfs, it's Friday,” I whined. “We’re almost outta here. Why you buggin’ me?”

Smurf finally let her inner demon glee shift her mouth into a huge grin and looked up at me. “So,” she spoke in a bored voice, betraying the utter joy evident all over her face, “You know The Concert That Shall Not Be Named?”

I stiffened. Of course. She HAD to mention the damned concert. Of all the gigs in all the world she had to bring me down with this shit. 

I was an ARMY, through and through. Lover of all things BTS, a solid fan, albeit for only half a year, I had been taken into the massive group of fans by a random tiktok that played a piece of their animated music video, “We Are Bulletproof: Eternal”. The vocals, the harmonies, the lyrics, the beautiful artistry, and their incredible dedication to their fans all smacked me right in the face. And I knew it. I was hooked.

Of course, living in the midwest meant I had to show my love from afar. I lived too far away from any concert venue and was way too poor to travel to any shows in the neighboring states. But it was ok, I didn’t allow that to dampen my adoration. The boys were hardworking, dedicated, talented people and I absolutely admired their commitment to their craft and their followers. Honestly, I had never witnessed such love for the fans in any other musicians, never seen the power the fans hold acknowledged in such a precious way. Their humble hearts and minds continued to surprise and endear me with every new song and episode of their shows discovered.

However, the Impossible had happened. On their newest world tour, the PR team announced several new locations to their travel venue. And my heart had nearly lept out of my chest when I realized the boys were coming to the Big City merely an hour away from my little town.

Smurf had called me, nearly in tears, wailing that the tickets were already sold out and the scalpers were selling the hacked tickets for 4 times the original price. It was a Dark Day for us midwestern poor ARMYs. There were many mourning candles lit. 

Hah, not really. But Smurf and I were happy for those who could attend, and continued to live our humdrum lives, secretly vibrating in excitement to have the boys in close proximity to us in just a few months. 

And now, my traitor of a best smurf, decided to remind me of this damned concert. Right as I was about to declare freedom and make a run for the exit. I already had my weekend planned. Bubble bath, pineapple rum, stuffed crust pizza, the new Dr. Strange movie…. 

I glared daggers at my friend-turned-traitor. “You dare to mention said concert? On this, the day of my cat’s quinceañera??”

Smurf burst out laughing at the mention of our favorite cat meme. After a moment, she quickly returned to her former stance and glared back at me. 

“Be prepared for your life to change, bitch.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” I laughed, clueless to her ramblings.

“I. Got. Tickets.”

My heart stopped.

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”

Smurf huffed and dropped her hands, gripping my shoulders. “I. Got. Tickets. To see the babies. Our boys. The fine ass brigade. The glorious hip thrusters, the—”

“SMURF, YOU WHAT??”

My slightly unprofessional shriek in the middle of the large room filled with small cubicles and people readying for the weekend caused a sudden silence. 

Ducking low, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the vicinity, I grabbed Smurf by the elbow and dragged her into the nearest conference room. 

Tossing her dumb ass at the massive table, I slammed the door shut and stood staring at her, chest heaving. 

“You, what… how??” My brain refused to believe anything that was said in the last 5 minutes.

Smurf placed her hands together in prayer form and giggled maniacally. “I got tickets. To the BTS concert. The one close by,” she gasped out. 

My brain reeled, trying to imagine how this dirt poor office worker could manage to afford thousands of dollars worth of scalped tickets.

“Smurf, did you take your meds today?” I asked cautiously and slowly.

“Oh pfft,” she replied, waving her hand in the air as if to shove that very important inquiry aside. “You remember back in the day when they would give away tickets on the radio?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. But… how the hell would they manage the phone lines for a BTS concert?” I pondered, imagining millions of phone calls bombarding a poor haggard DJ.

“See, that’s the thing. My uncle has connections, right? And it was a private giveaway. Apparently for certain… members of his club.”

I… did not even want to delve into that information. The infamous uncle of a supposedly… shifty background was also something we never really discussed. Even with some of the seedier clients that passed through my tattoo shop, we really tried to avoid dipping our toes in that area of the underworld. It was just acknowledged and then put aside. 

“So… you called in.”

“I called in.”

“And won tickets.”

“Won front row tickets.”

I blanked, jaw hitting the floor. Front row… the ones that cost tens of thousands….. Holy fuck.

After my brain came back online, cue the AOL start up noises, I blinked several times and closed my mouth.

“....How many tickets did you get?” I asked in a very tiny voice, my brain starting to vibrate with the smallest of hope. 

“Bitch, I got 2. Two mothafuckin tickets to see mothafuckin BTS!!!”

We both screamed and batted our hands at each other like absolute twelve year olds, shrieking and jumping around and losing our ever loving minds. 

Suddenly, reality came crashing down. In the form of His Majesty himself.

“Uh, girls?” he shouted, head peeking in through the open doorway.

We immediately froze and turned, smoothing down our skirts and hair (damn dress codes).

“I believe it's a bit early for a sexy pajama party,” he sneered, laughing at his joke like the arrogant ass he is.

Smurf and I laughed weakly and nodded, apologizing for making such a ruckus.

“Now, get your butts back to finishing up the week, we aren’t paying you overtime. I’ve got a table at Delgado’s with my name on it.” He winked disgustingly and slipped his oily self back out into the beehive/workroom.

Smurf grimaced and gagged. “Ugh, woe be the woman who got snagged into that date.”

“Mmhmm,” I mindlessly agreed, my hindbrain going over every single detail of every single thing that we need to do to get ready for this experience of a lifetime. 

Huffing and shaking off that creepy encounter, Smurf wrapped her arm around my shoulders and dragged me back out into the work room, shoving me at the copy machine. 

“Alright, babes, finish up, we got planning to do, this shit is going down next weekend!!”

My heart skipped a beat and I gripped the Beast in shock. One week. Holy hell, the concert is in one week. I need a drink. I need a Xanax. I need a fucking horse tranquilizer. 

All silly fangirling aside, my soul shivered in happiness, goosebumps spreading all down my skin. I would have the chance to watch these boys perform right in front of me. I will have the chance to witness their talent and voices and silly goofing and see the adoration in their eyes as they serenade their beloved ARMY. 

I will have the absolute honor of witnessing the most acclaimed group of musicians perform on stage. 

And I was absolutely panicked.

[honey-boyyoongi]

Reader x Yoongi | Part 56//??

Word count ➪ 3.2k

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; mentions of abortion; mentions of self neglect during pregnancy; description of an anxiety attack; its established that Minji is like mentally ill; slight sexual description; if you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: Hey guys! Uh just a quick warning if y'all hated Minji before.... well yall are gonna hate her now. Feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know. 💕

Previous Next

-

Yoongi sat across Minji in silence. They had exchanged mild pleasantries when she had arrived at the cafe. It was a small, cozy establishment; in normal circumstances he would’ve been excited at the prospect of bringing Hani here. He didn’t know what to say, or how to feel, except for anger and resentment. He remembered telling Jin so, while he got ready. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” Yoongi nodded. 

Jin nodded back in acknowledgement, “Okay then, remember Jimin will be in the back the entire time. Do you remember your safeword?”

Yoongi sighed heavily, “Pineapple..”

Seokjin grinned at his friend, “Good. Remember, be nice.”

Yoongi scowled, “I am being nice, she’s the one making demands after being gone for half a decade.”

Jin walked up to his old friend, fixing the non-existent flaws in Yoongi’s clothes, “You don’t have to do this, you know. She signed away her rights, you can keep her away from Hani.”

“I know..just..,” he sighed, “I need to know why she’s coming back now.”

“Will that help you move on,” Jin asked.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered. 

They watched as Jungkook came into Yoongi’s bedroom, looking as disheveled as Yoongi felt “Okay, the kids are still at the park with ___, she said they’ll be getting food on the way home. Also, Jimin texted me, "the cafe is closed, be there in 15 minutes”, and to text him when you get there.” 

Yoongi nodded, he lightly sniffled, feeling overwhelmed. He almost wished he was cowardly enough to stay. “I wish the first time going to Min’s place wasn’t.. this... I had hoped to bring Hani, to show her the pretty snacks and the pretty drinks..” Seokjin pulled Yoongi into a not so tight hug, he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes, shushing him. “It’s okay, on another day we’ll take the kids, Gigi’s kids included, all of us will go out. It’ll be fun and you can make memories with Hani, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yoongi watched as Jimin placed their food in front of them; he’d gotten his trusty iced americano, while Minji opted for an iced chai. Jimin flashed Yoongi a quick smile, calming his wired nerves. 

Minji cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her, “Is he a friend of yours?”

Yoongi nodded slightly, “He is.” Minji gave him a look, as if egging him on. “He’s Jin’s little cousin’s business partner. We helped them out when they first started the process of building their cafe. I asked Tae for a favor, and they said yes. I’ve known Min for as long as I’ve known Tae.” 

Minji had no response, she continued to drink her iced chai in silence. She avoided making eye contact with him, and it bothered the ever living fuck out of Yoongi. He felt angry that Minji had the gall to demand his daughter over the phone, but refused to talk to him face to face. He had decided on the drive over that he would not be the one to bring up her absence. Yoongi wanted her to explain; why was she back? Her ongoing silence was making his patience wear thin, and it caused him to remember the last fight they’d had. 

Minji had been avoiding Yoongi; it had been 2 weeks since he’d told Minji he loved her. She had freaked out, stuttering out to Yoongi that she had to go. Yoongi had given her the weekend to breathe, he understood if she couldn’t say it back, not everyone felt romantic feelings the same. On Monday he texted Minji a message asking how she was feeling, and that it was okay if she didn’t reciprocate. By Thursday he was worried as she didn’t answer Yoongi’s calsl. On Sunday he messaged Mina asking if Minji was still even breathing. 

Mina apologized on her behalf. Minji had gone home to her parents, she said, as she had ‘obligations’. Minji wasn’t answering her calls, or texts as well. By day 12, Yoongi was worried, he’d sent a final text to Minji asking her to please take care of herself, and at the very least let Mina know she was okay. Hours later he got a very excited voice message from Mina updating him that Minji sent her an emoji. 

Two weeks to the day, Minji showed up on his doorstep. She looked relatively unharmed, except for the dark undereye circles from the possible lack of sleep. She walked in, silent. Yoongi asked her where she was, why didn’t she answer his texts or calls, was she okay? Minji didn’t answer any of his questions. They stood in silence. After a few moments Yoongi was begging Minji to please speak with him. She remained quiet. Yoongi went to his room, throwing whatever item was closest to him. He cried out in frustration wondering why they had gone back to square one. Had he not tried enough? Was he not trustworthy? Was it always going to be this way?

Minji entered his room, still wearing a blank look on her face. She kneeled in between his legs, looking down at his hands. Minji took them into hers, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed Yoongi’s knuckles and worked her way up his forearm and chest. She kept kissing up to his collarbone and neck, up until she met his lips. He sobbed into the kiss, relieved that Minji was finally responding to him. The kisses become more hurried, bordering on aggressive. Yoongi felt desperate and it showed. Clothes were tugged, and readjusted, until they were gone entirely. 

The next morning Yoongi asked Minji the same questions, but she continued to have no answers. He then asked why she ran away two weeks ago, she still refused to answer. Yoongi begged her to please say something, anything. Minji stared at him, “What do you want me to say?” 

He scoffed with indignation, he couldn’t believe it. “You ghosted Mina, and I. We would’ve filed a missing person’s report if it wasn’t for you telling her you had a family emergency. We were scared, Minji, I was scared, and all you can say is, ‘what do you want me to say’?” 

“I don’t know, what do you want me to say,” she repeated. 

“Of course you don’t know,” he murmured exasperated. 

They spent hours talking in circles. By the end they had both raised their voices at each other, fighting and failing at getting their points across. In those moments, Yoongi realized he would never get anywhere with Minji. He was tired of arguing, tired of having to hunt Minji down when she isolated herself, tired of the shallowness of it all. “You know what, I don’t want to do this anymore,” he blurted out.

Minji gaped at him wide eyed. “I’m done,” Yoongi said. “I’m tired of fighting for the bare minimum Minj.” Even their breakup was unchallenged. 

Minji agreed to the breakup. She dressed herself in the clothes she arrived in, packing up any small toiletries she’d left behind at Yoongi’s during her sleepovers. 

In the end, she was gone in less than 10 minutes.

Minji cleared her throat once again, taking another big sip of her iced chai. “What exactly do we need to talk about,” she asked. “I want to see her, is that not enough?” Yoongi heard a small, ‘oh hell’, from the kitchen. Jin must’ve given Jimin the rundown. 

“Well for one, hey how are you? I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Yoongi responded sarcastically. “I haven’t heard from you in 4 years, you could start by telling me, why? Why now?”

Minji sighed, “I know that it’s sudden, but.. It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking about things. My dad passed away two months ago, and my mom is god knows where. ‘Just turned 30, I kept thinking about my life in the past decade. I have a lot of regrets, and I was doubting myself. Was it the right decision, you know, having her. Was I right to keep away from her? A few months ago, Jungkook came up on my instagram explore page. It was a picture of him at the amusement park with Seokjin. I got curious so I clicked on his page.” She readjusted herself, leaning into the right handle of the sofa chair. “He’d grown up so much, and after scrolling through pictures of Seokjin and his son, and his friends, I saw you. I saw you with our daughter. You both looked so happy, playing with your friends, living your life freely. I wanted that. I wondered if we could be happy like that.”

Yoongi laughed in astonishment, he ran his tongue along the side of cheek, trying to stop himself from saying anything he’d regret. “That doesn’t answer my question; why now Minji? Why are you demanding to be a parent, when you never wanted to be one? The whole reason we’re like this is because you chose not to be in her life.”

Minji rebutted, “I did want to be a parent.”

“When,” Yoongi cried out incredulously. “You were going to abort, but couldn’t because you were too far along. I had to force you to leave your bed, wash your hair. My mom fed you, clothed you, made sure you drank water because you were essentially comatose. I’m still surprised you only had mild anemia from the lack of care you had for yourself.” He took a quick sip of his coffee to pace himself. Minji was starting to get agitated, but he could care less at this point. “It took me weeks to convince you to allow me sole custody of my daughter. For fucks sake, you drafted up the paperwork to terminate your rights, you had already signed them when it was sent to my lawyer for me to sign. I did everything possible to make sure you didn’t struggle, Minj.”

The distinct sound of plastic syrup bottles clinking and a responding ‘Ah fuck,’ cut Yoongi’s rant short. He called out to Jimin asking if he was okay, Jimin quickly responded with a firm ‘I’m good’. Minji slightly scoffed towards him, “Are you blaming me for all of this? I tried to be responsible, okay. You wouldn’t have understood how I felt if I told you.”

Yoongi could feel his eyes twitch in frustration. “Then tell me, I might’ve not fully understood, but at least I would’ve been there to support you.” He cradled his face in his hands, breathing slowly to put himself back together. “What do you want Minji? You didn’t want to be a mom, I understood, I supported you, and now you’re coming back demanding my daughter, my baby. Have you thought about how this is going to affect her? She doesn’t know you. Do you expect her to just accept you?”

Minji’s face was indiscernible, she looked to the side, as if organizing her thoughts. She turned back towards Yoongi, “Seeing as I am her mother, as long as she knows that she’ll be fine. Plus if I need help, mom can help me.”

He couldn’t believe it, “She’s not a puppy Minj, she needs to get to know you. Even I, being her father, have my moments with her.  And what do you mean mom will help you? Are you talking about my mom? Have you been in contact with her?”

Minji readjusted herself, she was starting to become visibly uncomfortable. “I have. It’ll be a learning curve, but she’s willing to aid me in what I need.”

Yoongi had to calm himself down, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Are you trying to take my daughter away from me Minji? Is that it?” It was suddenly difficult to breathe, Yoongi was trying to catch his already quickening breath. He couldn’t focus on himself, all he could think about was Hani. “Min, Jimin,” he blurted out. Jimin ran from behind the counter, sliding, quite literally, in front of Yoongi. 

Jimin pulled him to the side, away from Minji’s view. He guided Yoongi through his breathing exercises. “Yoon, you don’t have to do this. We can leave,” he whispered. Yoongi knew he was cracking at the seams. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head, “No, Min I have to talk to her. I can’t.. I can’t let her take my baby Min, she’s all I have.” Jimin reluctantly allowed Yoongi to continue. 

Yoongi took in a big breath, barely collecting himself to avoid crying in anger. As he sat back in his spot he could see a flicker of the Minji he knew. She was tucked into herself and unsure. She looked at him with those big eyes that once used to hold stars, and now he couldn’t make out what they held. “Are you okay,” she whispered. Those three words were what broke the dam. Yoongi let out the tears that he’d been holding back ever since he woke up to Minji’s texts. He cried and cried, and wondered when he’d ever stop. He kept thinking why wasn’t he enough. 

Jimin walked over, handing him a tissue box and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He whispered a small, ‘You can do this Yoon.’ It might’ve not been much, but it was the boost Yoongi needed. He collected himself once again, making sure to wipe any remnant of his small breakdown. 

“Minj, please for once, be straightforward with me. What do you want? What are you looking for? Whatever it is, my daughter isn’t your bandaid to fix it. She’s a living, breathing human being, with feelings. Just because she’s a toddler, doesn’t mean she’s not complex. She’s observant and blunt, and will out right refuse to acknowledge you if she feels off about someone, “ he says desperately. “If you’ve been in contact with my mom, why didn’t you contact me? If you wanted to be a part of her life, I wouldn’t have stopped you if you tried Minji. But nothing you’re doing now is showing me that you’ve changed. You’re still that scared young girl that I could never reach. For fuck sakes you still refuse to answer me and communicate, and you can’t be that way when kids are involved. So please, show me you’re responsible. Be direct with me.”

She looked at him with a pained look, sniffling repeatedly to keep herself calm. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Minji responded quietly. 

Yoongi groaned loudly, “God, Minji, please don’t do this. Talk to me. I’m trying to meet you halfway, make the same effort to meet me, please.”

Minji wouldn’t speak, she started hiccupping under her breath. The last thing Yoongi wanted was for her to start crying. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I don’t know what to say.”

Yoongi rose from his seat, extremely frustrated. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It was too much for him. Nothing made sense. Could Minji and his mother be working together to take Haneul from him? Have they been in contact for a long time? Who reached out first? Worst of all, how could his mother do this? He wondered if his dad knew, and why he hadn’t reached out to inform him if he did? Why was this happening? He just wanted to live his life with his daughter, and his friends peacefully. How was Hani going to feel having a stranger pushed onto her? Would they try to take his daughter away from him? He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be home with his daughter. 

He picked up his coffee, lifting his hand signaling Jimin that they were leaving. “We’re not getting anywhere, so I’m leaving. I’m not going to talk in circles.” He took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease the weight on his chest. 

Minji slightly scrambles out of her seat. She looked at him like she wanted to speak out, her face crumbling, she looked guilty almost. She grabbed her purse and drink, following Jimin and Yoongi towards the exit. She doesn’t leave immediately, watching as Jimin double checks that all the entrances were locked. She approaches Yoongi slightly, they look at each neither sure if they should say their goodbyes. For a moment Minji seemed to have worked up the courage to speak, but she quickly squashed it and sped off to what he assumed was her rental. Yoongi watches as she speeds away, a little reckless at that. He keeps watching until the car is no longer visible, and the weight on his shoulders is partially lifted. 

Yoongi cried the entire way home. He asked Jimin to check if Hani was asleep or at least with ___, he didn’t want to scare her with how disheveled he was. ___ offered to keep the kids in her apartment for him to cool down. While he appreciated it, all he wanted was to hold his daughter. 

He thanked his friends for looking after Haneul while he dealt with his current trainwreck. Hani snuggled into his hair, trying to find comfort in his smell. ___ had given Hani her nighttime bath, so it was one less thing Yoongi had to do tonight. He got out of the clothes he saw Minji, cleaned himself up, and got ready for bed. He made Hani a warm cup of milk, and prepped the right side of his bed for her to sleep in. He sprayed down her favorite lavender sleep spray, and turned on the soft star night light she loved. He read her a story, and played with her hair until she fell asleep. Yoongi cradled his daughter in his arms, and he thought back to the early days of her being a newborn.

In the midst of his insomnia, Yoongi remembered how terrified he was to be parenting alone, and would overthink every decision. He remembered how little he slept, and how often the doula would urge him to sleep, even if it was a small power nap. But between all that, the time he remembers most fondly is one of Hani’s worst colicky nights. The formula had been causing his newborn baby to build up gas, while his pediatrician changed the formula to something for sensitive stomachs, she was still colicky. He’d tried everything possible, but it just wouldn’t work. Until, one afternoon while giving Hani a little stretch recommended by the doula, she’d let out the gas that had been making her upset. Her little sigh of relief was music to Yoongi’s ears, and he almost cried texting Eunha the news. It was one of the first nights Yoongi was able to sleep more than 3 hours with Hani. He remembered thinking that all those sleepless nights had been worth it to comfort his daughter, and how he would’ve done it again. 

Currently he looked down at Haneul, and saw how much she was growing up. She was no longer his baby, but a toddler. She no longer needed to cling to him, but chose to do so. She had opinions and had no qualms of letting them be known. She was bright, bubbly, and so creative. His daughter was his heart, and he had no idea why they wanted to take her away. 

Tag List: @unicornbabylover @halesandy @supernoonanyc @aianloveseven @hannahdinse8 @lyndseygoregasmxo @aunoiire @brbkpop @nochuwastaken @tinyoonsblog @borahae-reads @jinscharms @phenomenalgirl9 @yoongiigolden @girlwithluv0613 @yaboiithewreck @mint--yoongs @ysljoon @hyunjingin @yu-justme @damn-u-min-yoongi @lovelytaes-blog @so-da-1 @cruelsummer-s @seolaquotes @lovelgirl22 @dreamamubarak @leanimal90 @atinymonbebestay @astudyoftimeywimeystuff @jaiuneamesolitaiire @proudbtsstanfightmebeach @bookoffracturedescapes @fairywriter-oracle

Fic Masterlist

[marxy-06]

Favorites Fic Recs 5

Thank you to all the amazing writers <3

Kim Seokjin

Broken happy ever after (@taexual)

Of bears and bonds (@yoonia)

Switched (@i-am-baechu)

Scale (@shina913)

Kyoho (@jeonqkooks)

End of the line (@kookslastbutton)

Min Yoongi

Only for you (@beautifulfuckup99)

Fix you (@casuallyimagining)

The one that I adore (@gimmethatagustd)

Man of the year (@raplinesmoon)

Wishes (@i-am-baechu)

Set me free (@casuallyimagining)

Jung Hoseok

Flower (@readyplayerhobi)

Dinner plans cancelled (@souryoong)

Close call (@xjoonchildx)

Bloom (@7deadlysinsfics)

Kim Namjoon

My girl (@beautifulfuckup99)

Like couples do (@jinkookspencil)

Face sitting (@euphoricfilter)

B.S standards (@katnisspeetaprim)

Pregnancy insecurity (@katnisspeetaprim) NAMJOON

Park Jimin

Love Bug (@httpjeon)

Photograph (@i-am-baechu)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

Into you (@phenomenalgirl9)

Kim Taehyung

Still waters run deep (@btsmosphere)

Something blue (@moni-logues)

A human touch (@snackhobi)

Let love be enough (@jingabitch)

My tears ricochet (@augustbutwinter)

Goodbye (@jjksblackgf)

Wanna watch a sex tape (@gimmethatagustd)

That Irish barista (@i-am-baechu)

Race to your heart (@jjkeverlast)

Loverboy (@kookslastbutton)

Jeon Jungkook

Do it right (@rerefundslocals)

Gold is dull (@kookluvre) -> (hasn't been updated in awhile but def worth the read)

Best friends (@trivia-yandere)

Need you (@archivedkookie)

Across a crowded room (@monimonimoon)

A little reminder (@beautifulfuckup99)

University superstar (@jungkookstatts)

But we loved too young (@jl-micasea-fics)

Skirt chasers (@1kook)

Big enough for both of us (@btsmosphere)

Bodywork (@angeljeonjk97)

Deep in the woods (@angllicjk)

Angel in the marble (@venusjeon)

Was it better (@gyukookswhore)

97 (@rrjkive)

Lemon sherbet (@extravaguk)

The m-word (@hansolmates)

Head over skates (@mercurygguk)

Gun (@kooeater)

Café o lay (@taesspark)

Guilty pleasures (@kookslastbutton)

Purple car (@fruitmins)

Until my last breath (@iamjungkooked)

Don't want your sympathy (@sketchguk)

Couples shoot (@katnisspeetaprim)

What we need (@jungkookstatts)

Praising (@neo-percs)

Show you what devotion is (@euaphoric)

Pluto (@katnisspeetaprim)

Cherry candy (@bonny-kookoo)

OT7

Before I leave you (@hollyhomburg)

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

How to Mend a Broken Spirit Pt. 5

Series Description: Sometimes it takes more than time to heal wounds.

Part Description: Thunderstorms make you scared.

Pairing: Eventually OT7 BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst. Poly and hybrid au. This part is pure fluff and some angst if you squint. No mention of abuse in this part. Mentions of adoption/fostering and how mc acted in the first few installments.

Word Count: 1582

A/N: I finally wrote once again. I hope you like this part. It sets up some things for future installments. As always feel free to send in asks. ~ Bagel

You yelp once again as you cower further into your closet. The thunder claps outside scaring you and causing you to curl up into yourself. Hands moving up to cover up the ears on the side of your head as the fuzzy ones on top pressed close to your skull. A small whimper leaves you as your tears start to roll down your face. Eyes screwed tightly shut as you try to block out the loud noises and rumbling. 

You jump when you feel a hand touch your shoulder. Your head snapping over to the now opened closet door. You see a silhouette of one of the males in the doorway. A flash of lightning reveals the gray canine ears of the eldest and his features in front of you. The thunder a few seconds later makes you launch yourself into him. Your arms wrap around him and your face hides in his neck.

He stumbles back at the sudden weight from you now in his arms but holds you to him. Gently rubbing your back and trying to soothe you with soft whispers and words. Each new thunderclap causes you to get more and more worked up. The wolf easily feels the way your body tenses up and how you shake in his grasp.

Due to the fear and anxiety running through you, you don’t notice when Jin begins to carry you away from the room. Taking you down to the rest of the more nocturnal hybrids. The eldest had pulled the others into the living room to help distract them from the storm outside. 

Jungkook and Taehyung were both cuddled up together with a movie going to try and muffle the booms outside. A makeshift nest made from every blanket and pillow they could get their hands on filled the space around them. The older of the two jumping at each new rumble and hiding further into the ferret  and the blanket that’s making a hood over their heads. Jin sits down next to them with you in his lap. Jungkook looks up when he sees the wolf rejoining them and hands the two of you one of the fluffy blankets that were surrounding the group. 

You feel the warmth and softness of the blanket brush against your arms as Jin focuses on covering you up further. The familiar fabric cutting through the adrenaline to make you relax ever so slightly. The booms of thunder slowly fading as the storm moves farther away and dissolves into just rain. Your body finally relaxes as the credits of the next movie rolls. 

You become nearly boneless and lean fully into Jin as your body finally exits fight or flight mode. Your mind is fighting off the sleep that your body is so desperately trying to cling to after the storm. 

Taehyung is the first to see that you finally fell asleep when Jin’s head rolls to rest on his shoulder. Nudging the youngest to grab his attention and gesturing towards you with his head. A fond smile finding its way onto his lips.

Jin was holding you close to his chest like he was protecting you from the world and anything that could hurt you. You in turn were curled into a small ball in the wolf’s lap. Seemingly trying to hide from the world. In an effort to make everyone more comfortable, Jungkook and Taehyung work to carefully lay you and Jin down with them curling around. 

------

That’s how Hobi finds you in the morning. The human waking early like he normally did on days that he was teaching classes. A coffee in his hand as he looks on at the scene. The rain hitting against the glass wall that leads out to the backyard. 

Somehow in the course of the night, you had turned around in Jin's arms. His arms locked around your waist and face hidden in your hair. Taehyung clinging tightly to your back as Jungkook splayed out next to you three with a pillow held to his chest. Soft snores leaving the ferret.

Hoseok places his mug down on the nearby coffee table and moves forward towards the mass of blankets and bodies. Stepping around the blankets and pillows strewn about to get to someone to wake up first. The human goes between each hybrid to gently wake them up. 

Jin is the easiest to wake from the group. The wolf only gives a mild grunt of discontent before he’s trying to pull away from you. You on the other hand whine loudly at the warmth of the eldest leaving you. A large pout on your face and your eyes barely opening. You’re distracted by the red panda on your back groaning softly and pulling you closer. Your still half asleep mind turning towards him and tucking yourself under his chin. His leg being thrown across your middle to keep you even closer. 

It's only when the rest of the house finally wakes up that you and Taehyung do. Even with the soft complaints coming from the red panda, you finally decide to get up. Your body aching from sleeping on the floor but you’re happy to see the others. Your tail flicks behind you as you move towards Jimin as he sits at the kitchen island. You rest your head on his shoulder as your arms snake around his middle. Your fellow fennec fox chattering happily at the affection as he rests his arms on top of yours. 

You try to follow the conversations that were between everyone but ultimately give up. Choosing to watch Yoongi and Jin as they cook for the group. Hoseok helps with different tasks that the others ask him to do while Namjoon sits next to Jimin and now you. Taehyung soon follows you in joining the crew in the kitchen with Jungkook only joining when Yoongi leaves to go and wake him up.

You hum happily as breakfast begins and everyone sits at the table. Soft giggles leave you as you carefully watch the controlled chaos of the younger hybrids messing around with the older members of the family during the meal. 

------

The two humans sit back while the hybrids take over cleaning up. You and Jungkook wash the dishes. The ferret splashing you with water and playing around. Your face lit up with a smile and soft laughs as you play with him. 

Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look at the scene in front of them. This was just a dream when you had first arrived. The silent hybrid that couldn’t read and did everything to take up as little space as possible was a distant memory now. Your personality finally showing through in everyday things and you were finally asking them for things. Just yesterday, you had asked Yoongi for some art supplies. Apparently, you were watching the others painting and drawing and wanted some basic supplies of your own to try out different mediums. The older one promising to take you out the next day to grab a sketch pad and a few other things for you.

“I’m afraid this might be another fail. The longer that y/n stays here, the more I want them to stay.” Hoseok whispers softly. Trying not to let the other household members hear him yet. Wanting to discuss this with his partner first before bringing it up with the pack. This was a decision up to everyone and not just them.

“Is that such a bad thing? We have the space and the money to support them if they want to stay too. I doubt they want to leave Jimin and it’s hard to adopt out two bonded hybrids.” Yoongi says. “It’s clear that both Jimin and y/n are getting close to the pack too. I’m surprised the younger ones haven’t brought up adopting them yet.”

Hoseok nods as he sips on the coffee in his hand. “Yeah. I found Jin, y/n, and Taehyung cuddling in the living room this morning. Jungkook was there too, but he was in dead sleep off to the side. Not really close to the other three.” He tells the other. Watching as Jimin steps in to ‘save’ you from Jungkook’s onslaught of splashing. A fond smile tugging on the dance instructor’s lips.

“We need to sit back and wait. It’s still early in the foster and who knows what will happen from now until they’re rehabilitated, but it’s been a while since a foster clicked so well with the group.” Yoongi says.

“Jungkook did but it’s been nearly a year since he was adopted. The fosters since then were nice and worked well, but never felt like they would be a good addition.” Hobi muses. 

Yoongi nods and pats his partner’s shoulder. “I know love.” He says. Leaving the other human to walk over to you. Your ears swivel back towards him as you hear his footsteps approach.

“Come on kid. Let’s get you changed and go shopping for those things you asked for.” Yoongi says once your head turns towards him. 

“Okay.” You say. Smiling up at the human before giving the two hybrids a hug before you scamper away. A soft blush covering Jungkook’s cheeks at the affection. Still not used to you showing it so freely.

“You should change too. Before you catch a cold.” The graphic designer tells the youngest before he’s moving to the sink to wash out his mug and get ready for the shopping trip.

[aaagustd]

for the night | min yoongi

title: for the night

pairing: drug lord!min yoongi x waitress!(f)reader

genre/rating: angst, childhood best friends to strangers to friends??, unrequited love, valentine’s day au, smut, romance, 18+

summary: Yoongi lives a dangerous life. So why is he so afraid of you? 

warnings: idk what to say about these two, just a bunch of feelings (spoken & unspoken), light pining, pov switches,  mentions d*ath & grieving,  mentions dr*gs and violence, swearing, bl**d & injuries, p*stol wh*pping/ mild description of t*rture, crooked justice systems (it’s the wild wild west out there), mentions a robbery & a**ault (nothing involving the main story), mentions illnesses & health related topics, alcohol/drinking but no intoxication unless you count staring at yoongi for too long, black hair with the undercut yoongi, chains, rings, TATTOOS…. oh my !!!, yoongi has a gl*ck (a piece, that iron… whatever you wanna call it), everybody’s shipping these two but they’re just…yeah, eye f*cking from both parties, explicit content, the friend version of kiss & makeup??, dry h*mping, Dom!yoongi, yoongi getting head is a warning, protected s*x, gagging/deep throating, throat/face f*cking, hair pulling, crying, i’m sure yoongi has Sir kink hiding in there somewhere, manhandling, face slapping, yoongi’s fingers down your throat, missionary with your leg over yoongi’s shoulder, big d*ck!yoongi, his jewelry stays on bc why would it not?, cl*t stimulation, teasing, spitting, org*sm control, c*m shots, body worship, p*ssy eating, throat grabbing, i think that's all...

wc: 11.6k

release date: february 16, 2024; 10:15pm est

note: sorry i took forever. this is my first oneshot in a while so i apologize for mistakes. i'm just finding my footing in this writing thing again. thanks to @itaeewon for my banner and @cafekitsune who makes these pretty dividers. please follow both of them for cool graphics. anyway, happy late valentine's day. i love you guys.

masterlist | playlist | ao3 version

“Enjoy the rest of your night… and be safe!”

As you wave goodbye to the last lovely couple dining at your restaurant tonight, you express how thrilled you are of their return. 

You stand in front of your father’s little restaurant and watch the lovebirds bundle up as they make their way to their vehicle, embracing each other and protecting themselves from the same frigid temperatures that threatened to ruin their Valentine’s day plans.

It’s nights like these that make the sacrifice of putting your nursing career on hold well worth it. This neighborhood doesn’t have a lot to offer as far as entertainment goes, so keeping this place in business is your top priority. This is your home, and the people you love put their all into this establishment. 

You’ll make sure it thrives and continues to be a source of comfort to the community.

You’re excited to tell your father about tonight’s turn out. You know he will be pleased. It’s been busy all day with dine-ins and take outs; everyone looking for the perfect date night meal. 

“The food is made with love,” is what your dad always says.

He always looks forward to this time of year, and he’s always talked about seeing you sitting in one of his booths with a special someone of your own some day. 

You only nod when he brings up your dating life; sometimes his love for you blinds him from reality. You’ve never brought anyone home, or ever mentioned being involved with someone to him. Even if you came out and said it, he’d never believe you’re the problem.

A chilly breeze in the mid-February air snaps you out of your thoughts—so as soon as the couple’s sedan departs from the parking lot—you slip back inside. 

The warmth instantly envelopes your trembling figure, and draws a small exhale from your lips.

Looking at your watch, you notice that it’s almost midnight. You switch the sign from open to close, but don’t bother locking the door because there’s one more visitor that should be arriving shortly.

You keep that in mind as you begin to clean the front of the house. 

One by one, your father’s employees complete their duties in a haste, then clock out so they can go home to whoever is waiting for them. Their eagerness only brings a smile to your face.

As you’re sanitizing a table, you catch a glimpse of one of the waitresses dashing towards the door.

“Well, see you tomorrow, Kaci!”

She halts, then turns around to say her goodbyes—and to gossip. 

“Night, boss lady,” she chirps.

Why she calls you “boss lady” is a mystery to you; your dad only left you in charge, but you’re just a manager. You still get on the floor and serve tables like everyone else.

You’re curious about the bit of mischief hidden in her tone. It’s not long before she reveals her true intentions.

“Did he stop by yet?”

And of course…she’s talking about Yoongi.

Usually, someone stops by on his behalf to collect the rent. His family allows your father and a few others to occupy the buildings on this lot for business. Payment is always to be paid in cash, so you make sure you visit the bank the morning of collections. 

Your family has had a close relationship with the Mins for years, so they’ve been working with you while your father recovers.

You met Yoongi right in this restaurant at the young age of four, and from there, your friendship blossomed. You were inseparable throughout grade school, but senior year is when everything shifted.

It had to be the first time you both realized that you were on different paths after graduation. While you prepped for college, he was being introduced to the hustle that built his family’s empire.

If that didn’t tear a rift in your relationship, the underlying tension and unspoken feelings surely did. People used to always say at least one of you would eventually want something different, and you used to always laugh at them…until it became a fact.

You’ve always wondered if he ever felt the same as you did—or if he ever thought about exploring something more.

Unfortunately, you’ll never know what he was feeling. After graduation, he shut you out and never looked back. That was so long ago, though. You’ve grown, and the pain of losing someone you cared about eventually went away.

…So you thought.

Being home again brings back so many memories and forgotten feelings. Things you wish you still had, and things you wish you could have had. After experiencing so much throughout college, and learning more about yourself, you’d kill to go back in time so you can handle things differently. 

You can’t help but think your friendship was torn apart by nothing more than a curious mind and raging hormones.

Yoongi’s so different now, though. However, you still see glimpses of the boy who would sneak into your window just to watch reruns of 90s cartoons with you. You smile just thinking about all the fun times you’ve shared, and all the trouble you got into.

“Look at you getting wet just thinking about him! I knew it. You’re whipped!”

“Can you keep your damn voice down,” you hiss. “Last thing I need is gossip right now.”

You’re so fed up with her teasing. If you two hadn’t just clicked when you took over the restaurant, you’d probably just kick her ass out in the cold.

“And, no. He has not. So, you can leave now, ma’am.”

“Oh, for sure,” she sighs dramatically. “Hell only knows what you two do when you are alone.”

Your jaw drops. 

Sometimes this bond you share is a blessing; but other times, it’s a curse.

Kaci’s a sweetheart, but her mouth… Well, let’s just say these comments are normal for her. 

And just like your father, she loves to play Cupid. No wonder he hired her.

“Just get your ass out of here.”

You can barely keep your laugh from bursting through your lips as you send a rag flying towards her. She dodges it, then proceeds to give you a middle finger. She has another shady comment ready to roll off the tip of her tongue, but then she glances out of the glass door and smirks instead. 

You scoff. “Bitch, what is it now?”

Kaci then shakes her head. 

“Nothing, babe. I’m out,” she winks. Kaci then points towards the parking lot and whispers, “Daddy’s here.”

“Huh? What are you talking about—”

Crawling into one of the booths, you partially open the blinds with your fingers and peek out of the window.

About seven sets of headlights stare back at you, all belonging to vehicles that are as dark as the midnight hour. A BMW sits in the center, blacked out with tinted windows and black custom rims. However, you don’t need a look inside to know who it is. No one else would pull up like they own the lot.

All the businesses are closed, which means these aren’t customers. It’s the boss.

Your heart rate builds up when the door opens and his sneakers touch the concrete. He stands there for a moment fixing his jacket and discreetly observing his surroundings. 

Your eyes follow his movements. You can only hear the bass from his music and the noises coming from your throat as you try to gulp down the saliva building up in your mouth. 

All you needed to see was the top of his head to confirm what you already knew. 

Yoongi’s here, and he’s the one coming to collect payment tonight.

You don’t know why your heart is about to pound out of your chest like you’re hexed by some teenage crush. Maybe you are still hung up on him a little bit. You can’t deny how attractive he still is. He definitely wears age well.

The dark hair suits him perfectly. You can remember the horror stories about the color experiments gone wrong when you were teenagers. It’s a surprise that it’s still luscious and healthy as it is.

However, that isn’t the only thing that has changed in his appearance.

They’re hard to spot under his jacket, but his torso, back, and arms are covered in tattoos. You only know about this because another waitress working here loves to share the story of how she was on her knees in a bathroom giving a shirtless Yoongi a blowjob. 

You would never admit jealousy, but damn; that lucky bitch.

Yoongi starts to make his way across the parking lot, pushing back his hair with his ringed-fingers to grant better vision out of his peripherals. You know he’s always watching his back; he can never be too careful when he’s making moves.

His haircut allows you to get a glimpse of the ink crawling up his neck, disappearing behind his ear. His earring dangles in the wind as he strides in your direction.

Each step is confident and dominant;  his aura dark and mysterious. 

A man who is about his business, it’s no shock that heads turn when he steps into the room. He’s reserved, but not afraid to enforce his authority when he deems necessary. You heard stories, and crossing Yoongi is considered a death wish. 

He’s like the hot badass described in movies or books, but he actually is that guy. Handsome, street-wise, tattoos and scars; paired with money, jewelry, and you’d be stupid to think he isn’t packing. 

You can smell the power and Dior emitting from his body all the way from where you are. 

Each step he takes towards the entrance of the restaurant gives you a better view without being noticed. It’s a sin how good he looks and he’s just wearing a simple outfit with some sneakers. You have no business feeling these kinds of things, but it’s impossible to not.

“Can he just bend us over already?”

You hear Kaci whisper the same words you were just thinking. But she can’t know that, so you swat her again for good measure.

“Fine…I’m leaving,” she whines, walking to the door.

You back out of the booth and move over to the host stand so you can roll silverware and act like you weren’t watching him.

Kaci opens the door just as he’s about to reach for the handle, and of course, she gives him a warm welcome.

“Hi, Yoongi,” she beams. You roll your eyes the second you hear that annoying high-pitched voice she uses when she’s being coy.

“Hey, can you hang back for a bit? It won’t be long.”

“Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

The look he gives her sends your radar up, so you set down the utensils in your hand and join them in the lobby.

“Hey,” you greet him when he notices you. “What’s going on?”

Yoongi sighs before he answers, shaking his head as he gathers his words.

“You know the alterations shop over there?” 

His head nods in the direction of the Leonard’s shop a few stores down. Both of you nod because they take lunch breaks here everyday.

“Somebody hit them up about an hour ago. Left their daughter in bad shape before they stripped the registers,” he informs.

“Are you serious? That’s awful.”

“Yeah, they’re good people. Who would do something that disgusting?” Kaci asks.

Yoongi only shrugs. “Don’t know, but as soon as I find out…”

He doesn’t even need to continue. It’ll be bad; probably worse than you can imagine. One thing the Min’s don’t tolerate is disrespect. You mess with one of their people, you get handled. In this case, you can’t even feel bad for the bastard. That family doesn’t bother anyone. It’s a shame they were targeted.

“Anyway, I don’t want either of you lingering around here at night anymore. Stick together during opening and closing until we catch this motherfucker understand?”

“Yeah, got it,” you reply, and Kaci also agrees.

“Sure, not a problem.”

With everyone on the same page, you make a note in your mind to update the security system in the restaurant and think of some safety tips for employees. No one can ever be too careful, especially after what just occurred so close to home.

“And Kaci?” he calls, just as she’s getting ready to depart. 

“Yeah?”

“Don’t walk home. Your pepper spray is expired. Ask one of the guys to drive you.”

“Is Hoseok out there?” 

You and Yoongi share a look. He’s probably wondering what it’s about, but then again, who doesn’t know they’re fucking?

“Yeah…he is—”

“Kay, bye!”

Before the door slams in your face, you call out to her. 

“Text me when you’re home!... Or when you’re able to use your hands.”

Yoongi chuckles as the both of you watch her dash across the lot. You aren’t sure how she’s able to spot the right SUV, but she does within seconds.

“This has been going on for a while, huh?” Yoongi inquires.

“Mhm. Fight, fuck, repeat.”

After a moment goes by, you realize you forgot to bring the money you owe Yoongi. You snap your fingers when you remember why he’s there in the first place.

“Oh, yeah. Come on, it’s back here,” you tell him.

Yoongi follows you toward the back of the restaurant until you reach the small manager’s office tucked in a corner of the kitchen. While you dig in your apron for the key, Yoongi checks in with you to see how everything’s going.

“How’s your dad?”

You pause to look at him and answer with a proud smile. Your father’s been working really hard on his road to recovery; it’s nice to talk about his accomplishments without someone looking at you with pity, which Yoongi never does.

“He’s been doing better. Lots of physical therapy, but he walked on his own yesterday.”

With a nod, Yoongi’s expression softens.  “That’s the shit I like to hear.”

“Me too.”

Once you find the keys, you unlock the door and the both of you step inside the dark room.

“Thanks,” you whisper when he flips the lightswitch for you. 

You can feel him watching you as you walk around the desk, and when you squat down to open the safe underneath, you hear his footsteps approaching. 

You start entering the combination while he whistles and looks around your office. 

You’re curious about what he’s looking at, but right now you can't even take a peek without him noticing. Instead, you focus on gathering the cash you owe him for last month and this month while he’s busy snooping around.

After a while, you figure he’s found something interesting because the room becomes quiet. You grab the stack you set aside and close the safe, making sure it’s locked before you do anything else.

“So how was your day?”

Yoongi’s deep voice tears a giant rift in the silence, startling you and causing you to bump your head on the edge of the desk. Thankfully, his back is turned and he didn’t hear the small thud because you’d be beyond embarrassed.

“It was okay,” you reply as you regain your footing. 

Yoongi turns in your direction when he hears your words become clearer, indicating you’re no longer digging around in the safe. He meets you halfway and you extend your hand with the stack of money resting between your fingers. 

“This is all of it.”

Yoongi looks at the stack before he responds. Most of the time, it’s so hard to know what he’s thinking because his expression is always so stoic.

“Just okay?” he quizzes. 

“Yeah, pretty much. It was busy so I was stuck in autopilot most of the day.”

He still hasn’t made a move to accept the money. You feel kind of awkward being so close to him as is, and his lack of response makes you feel even more anxious. 

Finally, he speaks. “Do you even have this to give me?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Please, take it.”

You gesture for him to take the money, and he reaches for it, making you believe he’s going to grab it.

“It’s all here. If you want me to count it, I—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insists.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” he shrugs.

“Yoongi, no. We haven’t paid in a month. My dad would already be mad at me for being behind.”

“Does he have to know?” The look Yoongi gives you reminds you of all the times he’s talked you into doing something wild. He’d always take the blame if you got caught, but the thrill always made getting grounded irrelevant to you. “Keep it. We’re good until he gets back, okay?”

“Yoongi, I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I won’t,” you declare confidently.

“So you’re arguing with me?”

Your eyes widen, realizing that he wasn’t giving you an option.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just—”

“Don’t worry about it, alright? Just keep doing what you’re doing. I only hear good things about this place,” he concludes.

“Okay, ok. Thanks, Yoongi.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As you’re returning the money to the safe, Yoongi brings something to your attention.

“I don’t see your car outside.”

“Ah, shit. It needed to be serviced. I was supposed to pick it up on my lunch, but I forgot.”

After visiting the bank this morning, you dropped your vehicle off at the dealership for maintenance, but the breakfast rush swarmed in as soon as you arrived at work. By the time you thought about picking it up, it was well after business hours.

“Um, do you mind—”

“Wanna ride?” Yoongi offers.

“Please.” Relieved, you exhale a needed sigh. “If it’s not an inconvenience.”

“Not at all, love.”

You quickly grab your purse and switch off the light in your office, ignoring that feeling you got from the little pet name. 

Yoongi leads the way this time. As you’re following him through the restaurant, you’re sure to double check everything before you leave. Even Yoongi turns to ask you if you’ve secured everything.

“Good?”

“Yeah, everything’s turned off and we’re locked up tight.”

“Cool.”

Walking into the dining area, you give everything a quick once-over before following Yoongi to the exit. Everything looks tidy and neat how you like it so you step out into the cold night with your chauffeur. 

He waits with you while you lock the front doors, looking around for any curious eyes. After you’ve finished turning the lock and key, you give the handle a tug to make sure it doesn’t open.

Growing up in this neighborhood will teach you a thing or two about being cautious and aware of your surroundings.

“It’s freezing tonight,” you comment.

Sometimes you like to make small talk with Yoongi, see where the conversation goes. Depending on the mood he’s in, he’ll either have one sentence responses or he’ll engage in light conversation.

You don’t mention the past much. It seems like pretending it never happened is easier for both of you. However, sometimes you have an impulse to bring up the subject, or at least try to mend what’s broken. 

If that’s possible.

“Cold? This is perfect weather.”

You roll your eyes. He’s definitely fucking with you.

“Oh, whatever. You know it’s freezing out here.”

You don’t care how ridiculous you look speeding towards his car. You’re shivering and Yoongi takes forever to unlock the door.

You shuffle from foot to foot, wiggling to build up some body heat. You can hear the fabric of your jeans rubbing together due to the friction.

“You know it’s already unlocked, right?”

Oh.

You climb inside and relief washes over you. The heat is blowing warm and strong, making the leather seats even more comfortable. The seat warmers keep your butt cozy, and the vents are aiming towards your upper body. It’s perfect; you could fall asleep right here.

When Yoongi gets in the driver seat, your head lolls in his direction.

“Thank you.”

“For?” he asks.

“Your car feels like heaven right now.”

Yoongi scoffs softly.

“It isn’t always this warm. Trust me,” he replies.

“Well regardless, thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem, love.”

Fuck.

Yoongi’s engine revs as he pulls out of the parking lot. A thought comes into your mind as the vibrations travel up your body.

“Does it ever make your balls tingle?”

He coughs, clearing his throat while checking to see if he heard right.

“Uh, what?”

“The car,” you elaborate. “When you’re driving it…You don’t feel anything?”

Honestly, you’re just chatting to keep yourself from falling asleep. You don’t even expect him to answer as you stare out of the window, watching the SUVs fade in the distance.

“I guess I never really thought about it,” he responds.

You nod, vibing to the music. He’s turned the volume down since you’ve joined him, so you can actually hear each other speak.

“Hm. Sure does make your pussy tingle.”

You don’t think he heard that part. It was barely a whisper. If he did, he chose to ignore it.

“You alright?”

“Yup,” you answer. “Just ready to unwind.”

“Any plans tonight?”

You sit up in your seat, and turn to him.

“You bet.”

Yoongi laughs. “Oh, yeah?”

“I have a date with my bed, and I’m gonna let my blanket top me.”

“Gotcha. So you’re locked down, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Well, it sure sounds like it. I never see you having any fun.”

You give him a look. 

“Well, look who’s talking. Besides, you know I’m dealing with a lot right now.”

“Fair enough, but you’re still allowed to do something for yourself for a change. Some of us don’t have that privilege,” he replies.

“I think everyone has the privilege to do something for themselves. You just have to be selfish enough to go for it, I guess.”

“That is true.”

Yoongi then turns the music up a few notches. You already know what that means. He’s over conversation and wants to get lost in his thoughts. 

As you cruise through the streets, people may look on the surface and think this is some young bachelor taking his car for a late night drive—maybe heading to one of the city’s hot spots. 

But Yoongi is all work, and no play. If it’s not about moving product, it’s placed on the backburner.

You can relate, but tonight you’re switching it up. Self care is calling your name and you aren’t hanging up this time.

“What happened to the garden?”

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Yoongi’s voice. 

As he pulls up to the curve in front of your childhood home, he can’t stop himself from teasing you about your dying plants. You really tried your best with them, but unfortunately, you weren’t gifted with nurturing hands.

“You’re not funny,” you mutter, acting ignorant.

You know you’ve destroyed your dad’s flower bed, but he doesn’t have to make fun of you.

“I’m just saying, shouldn't you cover them?”

“I forgot!”

“You always do,” he mumbles.

You giggle as you’re opening the door; finally having a carefree conversation with your old friend again feels nice. As soon as you step out into the elements again, the winter air nips at your cheeks and you know you’ll be trembling by the time you get to your doorstep.

“Well, thanks for the ride.”

Yoongi just nods and tells you that he’d do it anytime you needed him to.

As you stand outside of the car, you start to get that feeling in your gut. That urge you know you shouldn’t have, but the temptation is stronger than ever.

Yoongi tilts his head, wondering why you’re standing in the cold. You’re frozen, silently debating on what you should do.

Ultimately, you go for it, knowing the risk you’re taking without being prepared for the aftermath. 

You’re even sure why you’re asking, or where you expect things to go. But tonight made you realize something. You miss having a best friend. 

Your best friend.

“Hey, it's late. You wanna come inside?... If you don’t have any plans.”

Regret washes over you as soon as the words leave your mouth. You weren’t ready, neither was he. You curse yourself for rushing it. The silence goes on for ages, but you’re so numb, the cold doesn’t faze you.

Finally, he gives you an answer. “You know I can’t do that.”

Well, now you know you’re the only one still holding on. By can’t, he means he won’t. 

Nodding, you lie and pretend that you understand where he’s coming from. “Yeah, I get it. Sorry about that.”

You were sure he’d be more open now that time has passed. However, you’re still stuck where you left off. He still won’t hear you out.

“There’s no need,” he assures. 

Still, you feel guilty. Selfish.

Foolish.

“Well look, I'll see you around, yeah?” He checks his phone and tosses it on the passenger seat. "I have to go deal with something."

“Okay, thanks again for the ride. Stay safe.”

You try not to look disappointed, but it’s probably no good. You’re sure he hears it in your voice. Or maybe you sound more tired than anything. You are exhausted. Maybe it’s your restless mind that's causing you to get ahead of yourself and open old wounds. It’s best you go inside before you can dig yourself a bigger hole. 

“You'll call me if you need me, right?”

If you need him… 

You always need him. He’s your rock. Well, probably not anymore. How do you learn to forget someone who’s always been there for you?

You swallow the bitterness coating your tongue before you reply. You’ll get over it. You always do. 

Just not right now.

“Yeah, I’ve tried that already. Goodnight, Yoongi.”

You shut his car door and retreat to the safety of your home. You’re unsure if he says it back or not. You walk away before he can respond. 

Everything in your sight becomes blurry as your vision is blocked by a wave of pending tears. You urgently open your front door in case he’s following you. 

A part of you wishes that he did. 

But the longer you stand there, back pressed against your front door, secluded from the same world you’ve just finished servicing—you realize that the chances of that happening are too slim to hold onto. 

Minutes go by, and you start calming down. You find your strength again, and you realize that your vulnerability made you panic. You got too comfortable, and that’s your fault. 

Tonight will just be another solo night; nothing you aren’t used to. 

You wipe your face and rid yourself of all the negative energy. Tomorrow you’ll be fine and the blow of rejection will start to fade away. Shaking your head, you clear your mind and start taking off your clothes.

You put it in your mind that you won’t hold this against Yoongi, and whenever he’s ready to talk—if ever—you’ll tell your side of the story if he wants to hear it.

Until then, you’ll just focus on you because he was right about one thing.

You should treat yourself; you deserve it.

“Get your sorry ass up.”

Yoongi stares at his hand as he walks away from the battered man lying on the ground. His knuckles are bruised and covered in the thief’s blood. The sight would bring shame to his father. He shouldn’t be out here behaving like a street thug when he’s got power moves to make.

But when he found out there was danger lurking so close to you, he had to deliver the message himself. He’s sure it was heard loud and clear.

Possibilities played through his mind with every blow that rained down on the guy. What if it was your father’s restaurant that had been hit up? What if you had been inside?

He’s furious, enraged; but mostly at himself for how he keeps letting you down. You wanted to forgive him tonight, put everything that happened behind you and maybe try again. But what did he do?

He ruined it.

He always figured that he would, but it’s what you needed to hear. He’s not a good guy or some bad boy you can turn good. Yoongi’s in this too deep to be pulled out. There’s no way he could ever look your father in the eye and tell him that he’s put your life in danger. 

That’s why he refuses to address those feelings he has for you. He’d either end up breaking your heart, or getting you into a nasty situation.

If the wrong person were to know that he has a thing for you, you’d become a weapon for an opp to use against him. Yoongi’s respected by many, but there are some who want everything he has; you’d be added to the top of that list if they knew he’d died for you. 

He can’t lose what his family’s worked hard for, but he can’t lose you either. 

There’s only two options if that line’s ever crossed. Either you’re with him, and you’ll have to step into his world; or you’re not; and the streets deem you fair game. 

The latter infuriates him. He’d kill anyone who would ever think of laying a finger on you. That’s why he has to make examples out of motherfuckers like the one behind him.

“You need to find you something safe to do, my friend.”

Yoongi turns around just as the man rises to his feet, staggering and weak from the beating he’s received. One of his arms cradles his torso while the other wipes blood from his lips. He’d receive pity from anyone without the context, but if they knew what he did to that seamstress—they’d be wondering why he’s still alive.

This is far less than what this scum deserves. His apologies fall on deaf ears. Yoongi’s men don’t give a shit about his apology, and neither does he.

“I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t know this was your block too. I was just—”

Yoongi pulls out his glock and fires a shot near the guy’s foot, barely missing him. He doesn’t recall asking him to speak.

“You better assume every block is mine, motherfucker. I own this fucking city. Have you forgotten?”

“I—”

Another shot nearly blows his head off because once again, Yoongi never asked him to talk.

“Who told you to open your mouth?...” he seethes. “Speak again and I won’t miss.”

The man nods, lifting his shaky hands as a surrender. 

Yoongi’s jaw clenches as he contemplates his next move. A few minutes ago, he was set on ending him right in this spot, but after thinking about you he’s calmed down a lot. 

That’s the only reason this man’s life will be spared. His mind is somewhere else now; all he can think about is his own mistakes. This guy’s learned his lesson; no need to waste anymore of his time here.

“Look, don’t ever put me in this situation again. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I won’t. I promise.”

Yoongi knocks the guy out cold with his gun. He looks over at the officer who was escorting the guy to jail and gives him a nod, giving him the clear to take him in. 

“This was a citizen’s arrest,” he insists, handing the cop a wad of cash.

“You got that.”

He dismisses his men, and goes to have a cigarette while he thinks.

After the criminal is placed in the back of the squad car, the cop rejoins Yoongi as he sits on the hood of his vehicle, having a smoke before he goes on with his night.

“Never thought I’d see you get dirty, especially tonight.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Yeah, me either.”

Yoongi looks at his personal phone, looking to see if you’ve texted him, or called. He doesn’t know why he’s checking. He shouldn’t expect you to reach out after how he left you tonight. It’d be a miracle if you ever wanted to see him again.

“It’s not too late, you know.”

“The fuck are you talking about, Shark?”

Shark is one of his longtime friends. He comes from a long line of crooked cops. 

He’s been present through the ups and downs of his friendship with you. Shark’s always been rooting on your side, always telling him to reach out when you left for college.

Yoongi has never taken his advice, though.

“I’m just saying. Maybe you should just call her,” he explains.

“Who?”

“You want me to say her name out here?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

Both of them share a laugh at Yoongi’s reaction, but then silence falls over the night. 

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, Yoongi’s hands are beginning to throb with pain. He tries focusing on something other than that awful feeling, but he can only think about you.

Why couldn’t he just hear you out? That would have been fair. He’s regretting more and more as time goes by, wondering if the opportunity has slipped away.

He notices the way you look at him, the way you perk up when you see him. He knows there are a lot of unspoken words because honestly, he’s always had deeper feelings for you. It was way before you realized you like him as well. He bottled that shit up throughout high school, and when he had the chance to tell you how he felt, he fumbled.

You even gave him a second chance to come clean, and he still couldn’t get it together.

“Seriously, what happened tonight? I see it all over your face.”

Yoongi sighs. “I took her home, and she invited me inside.”

“And you said no? Dude, no way.”

Yoongi looks over and finds his friend’s face stuck in a grimace. He feels shame creeping up his neck, so he quickly shifts his focus somewhere else. 

“What was I supposed to say? You know I can’t let anyone see me walking in her place,” he argues.

“You could have invited her to yours, explained things a bit more. I’m sure she’s capable of making decisions for herself.”

Yoongi’s at a crossroads, but every way he turns leaves him with doubt. It’s like he’s damn regardless. 

“What if it doesn’t change her mind? What should I tell her dad, huh?” Yoongi rants. “He asked me to keep her safe, man.”

“And what do you think he meant by that?”

Shark looks at his watch and turns to Yoongi as he prepares to leave. 

“Look, my shift ends soon, so I gotta go. But I think you know as well as I do that you have the old man’s blessings. Just stop overthinking it. You’ll screw yourself.”

With that, Shark walks to his vehicle, and puts it in drive.Before he pulls from underneath the overpass, he rolls his window down and yells out.

“It’ll be alright, brother. Trust me!”

When Shark leaves, he switches cars with his right hand, not wanting to double back to your part of town in the same ride. As he starts driving away from the secluded area, he thinks back on how tonight has gone so far. That’s when something you said hits him…and it hits him hard.

“You said you needed me,” he whispers.

All day you’ve been surrounded by people, loving each other; only to go home to an empty house. You just wanted some company, a distraction. You wanted a friend.

It’s then he realizes that he’s hurt your feelings more than a little. You weren’t hung up on a crush you had over five years ago. He’s so stupid. How did his brain not perceive what you said as an invitation to hang out?

Just like you used to.

Yoongi does a U-turn and heads straight for your house. He has no idea what you’ll say to him, or if you’ll speak to him at all. But he needs you to know one thing; he gets it now. And he won’t ever let you down again.

No matter how many times you watch it, the horror classic Thirteen Ghosts never gets old. Your dad laughs whenever you call it your comfort flick, but he’s also not a horror fan so he just wouldn’t understand. 

That bath worked more magic than you could ever imagine. It’s super late, and you should be in bed, but you’ve been thinking about the bottle of wine you bought the other day since earlier.

You aren’t really a drinker, but the bottle was cute. You figured tonight would be the perfect chance to eat some snacks, watch a movie, and give it a try. But as soon as the glass touches your lips, your doorbell rings. 

You’re not expecting anyone this late. When you don’t answer, they pound on the door, startling you. Wine spills all over your hands. Quickly, you use your shirt to dry them off before making a bigger mess. You drink what’s left in the glass in one gulp before checking your Ring camera, letting out a gasp when you discover who’s standing at your doorstep.

“Yoongi?” you whisper.

Placing your phone and empty glass on the coffee table, you go to see what he wants. If you’re honest, you’re a bit worried. Did someone break into the restaurant? 

Your dad would be devastated. 

Without a second thought, you open the door, and interrogate Yoongi before he can even open his mouth.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen to my dad’s—”

“Oh, fuck. No! No, that’s not why I’m here,” he interrupts. 

You breathe a sigh of relief, clutching your chest as the panic slowly leaves your body. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay. What’s up? Are you okay?”

Now that you’re not shaken with worry, you notice how disheveled he looks. His hair is messy; his expression seems anxious, his knuckles bruised.

“Were you fighting?” you quiz.

“Huh?” Yoongi looks confused but then suddenly seems to remember his injury. “Oh, this is nothing. I’m good. I just came to uhh… To see you.”

Your eyebrow raises curiously. “To see me?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. 

“Okay, well… that’s nice of you, but I was planning on going to bed in a bit. I have to get up early.”

You aren’t sure why he’s acting weird. Is he in trouble? Surely, he’d tell you if he was. If so, why would he come here?

“Um, okay. Sorry,” he answers.

You tell him goodnight and attempt to shut the door, but Yoongi lodges his arm into the opening.

“What are you doing—”

“I’m listening.”

“What?”

You open the door once again, fully believing this man has lost his mind. It’s freezing out there, and he’s just standing there babbling.

“I said I’m listening,” he repeats. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what, Yoongi?”

You’ve never been more confused. First, he drops you off and hauls ass across town. Now he’s pacing at your doorstep, fumbling all over his words. Something’s going on.

“You wanted to talk, but I ghosted you, remember?”

Oh. So he remembers that.

“That’s water under the bridge. Just forget it,” you insist.

“So now I’m water under the bridge?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I said.”

“Well, explain,” he pleads. “Or just tell me it’s too late.”

“Yoongi…”

“I just wanna be friends again, but this haunts me. If you have feelings for me, I can’t—”

“I don’t,” you admit.

This is the first time Yoongi has stood completely still since he got here. He stares at you with wide eyes, not uttering a single word. 

It took you a long time to understand your feelings for Yoongi. You had to experience a few unnecessary hook ups and break ups to realize you weren’t in love. You just wanted to fuck him like everyone else.

Who knows where things would have gone? But it would have been nice to let things happen naturally than to bottle up feelings.

You open the door again, and step to the side. 

“Come in. It’s cold.”

This time he doesn’t reject your invitation. 

Yoongi follows you into your living room, looking around and probably reminiscing over the past. Nothing’s really changed other than the furniture. However, the memories of the days you two used to run around while your mom scolded you for messing up the floors are still present.

You point to the couch and offer him a seat while you stand there gathering your words.

“You can sit here.”

“Thanks,” he replies.

Yoongi sits and does that thing he does with his hands when he’s nervous. His fingers intertwine and he just watches his thumbs chase each other in a loop. He used to do it all the time whenever he’d stay too late at your house and his dad would come looking for him.

Your parents always were able to calm Mr. Min down before he could reprimand Yoongi. It took him a while but he finally understood that you and his son were best friends, and your place was Yoongi’s second home.

There are so many evenings he’d miss basketball practice to hold you while you cried after your mom died. Yoongi never left your side. Even when you were unrightfully resentful and angry with him for still having his mom in his life; he understood every stage of your grief.

So no, he’s not just water under the bridge to you. He could never be. He may be wrong for shutting you out, but everyone has their breaking point. 

“I wanted to tell you that I was in love with you. That I wanted you to go with me to college,” you confess.

Yoongi’s jaw nearly hits the floor. You can tell he’s shocked because he starts tripping over his words.

“I-I… I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. You—”

“...Was confused,” you add. 

You can’t help but laugh at yourself and at the situation. All this time you’ve been scared to rip the bandaid off, and the wound’s already healed.

“I didn’t have anyone to talk with about dating and stuff; not from a young woman’s perspective, at least. I would watch rom-coms and thought I had butterflies whenever I saw you. Whole time…”

You fold your arms and lean against the wall, watching the television with a blank stare. Already, it feels like a weight is being lifted off your shoulders. So much tension has built up over time, so many unspoken words and unresolved feelings that it’s a relief to get it all out.

“...My pussy was throbbing.”

Yoongi picks his mouth up off the floor, and straightens in his seat. Once again, he’s caught off guard.

“Huh-What?”

You snort. “I was horny, curious… I just wanted you to bend me over and deflower me.”

“Deflower you? The fuck?”

Yoongi’s laughter erupts from his chest, lightening the vibes in the room. It’s nice to hear him laugh, like genuinely grin and reveal his cute smile. You didn’t realize how much you missed seeing the image until it’s presented to you at that moment.

“Well, it’s true!”

“I see you are still an over-sharer,” Yoongi chuckles.

“And you’re still stubborn.”

Both of you look at each, shaking your heads and sharing a fond smile. You can tell this has been weighing on him as much as it did you. He’s regretful of how he handled the situation, and you’re sorry for staying away so long.

You should have tried harder. Yoongi always did whenever it got tough. 

Regardless, it’s in the past. It’s time to move on.

You walk across the room with your arms open, inviting your friend into an embrace.

“Seriously? No way,” he grimaces, trying to get up before you can close him in.

Unfortunately, he’s not fast enough.

“You know you want to. Come here.”

Wrapping your arms around Yoongi, you giggle when he acts like he’s all tense. He always pretends he doesn’t want to hug you at first, but then, he gives in.

“Fuck it,” he groans, pulling you closer.

You melt in his arm almost immediately. You don’t even care if you slide to the floor. All of your weight rests on him, but he still holds you up while complaining about you smothering him.

“I wish I could breathe,” he gripes.

“Fine…”

Yoongi expects you to back away; but instead, you climb on his lap.

“What are you doing?” 

You shrug. “My bad. I thought we were cool.”

Maybe you did move a little too quickly, but it’s nothing you haven’t done hundreds of times. You’ve shared beds, seen each other naked… accidentally found each other’s Pornhub accounts. You were just acting on instinct. 

You’re about to stand, but Yoongi stops you. “We are, but aren’t you mad at me?... From earlier?”

“A little, but…”

“But what?”

“Can’t friends kiss and make up?” you propose.

His hands rest on your bare thighs, fingers gently nudging at your big t-shirt. The room seems warmer now that there’s no distance between you. Or maybe it’s just the fires building in your belly that’s making you hot?

“Maybe…”

You trace his lips with your finger tips while looking in his eyes. You could spend the night like this if it were up to you. He’s beautiful; inside and out.

“Wanna try and find out?” he whispers.

You respond by softly connecting your lips, moaning instantly as your entire body begins to tingle. 

Yoongi pulls you closer, holds you tighter, and encourages you to deepen the kiss you share by parting your lips with his tongue. You don’t deny him, and he invades your mouth—taking over and leaving you dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, he pulls away, and you’re quick to whine.

“I smell wine,” he comments. “Are you—”

“I had a sip, and the rest spilled all over my hands.”

You show him the stains on your hands and shirt, and he just stares in disbelief. “Only you.”

“Whatever,” you dismiss, trying to steal another kiss from his wet lips. “I need you.”

You drag your crotch across his lap, seeking friction. You’re shocked when he grabs your waist, thinking you’re overstepped once again.

“Hold on.”

Yoongi reaches under his shirt and grabs his gun from his waistband. He shoves it in the folds of your couch, and throws you a wink.

“We’ve kissed. Now let's make up.”

With a smile, you get up and grab his hand.

“Follow me…”

“Get on the bed,” he moans against your lips, pulling away to take off his shirt. 

You begin to move, but a thought pops up in your mind. 

Instead of climbing on the bed, you watch him remove his t-shirt and reveal his ink covered body. You bite your lip in awe at the masterpiece standing in front of you. He has no idea how hot he looks while simply undressing. You’re ready to pounce on him right now, but you pace yourself.

You have all night.

When Yoongi notices you’re still standing in the same spot, he tilts his head with a puzzled expression.

“Change your mind?” he quizzes.

You shake your head, and close the small space between you. Before he can say anything else, you drop to your knees. With skilled hands, you pull on his belt until it's free from the buckle. You flash Yoongi a smirk when you discover he’s watching you with those dark eyes. 

As you pop open the button on his pants, your other hand flattens over his denim covered dick, noting the way it begs to be freed.

“I can’t wait,” you murmur, stroking it over his jeans. 

Once you’re finally able to access his underwear, you reach inside and retrieve his thick, warm cock. You don’t care if you moaned before your lips even touched it. Shame is long gone, and you aren’t afraid to show Yoongi how long you’ve been waiting for this.

“I can tell,” he scoffs.

You let his smart remarks slide for the sake of your impatience, and move in to run the tip of your tongue up and down his slit. His precum oozes out and coats your taste buds, giving you a tiny sample of what he’ll taste like when he dumps his load on your tongue. 

Yoongi hisses, probably reacting to sensitivity. You keep going, giving him a moment to ground himself before you give him the real deal.

While you tease him, you admire his girth. He’s heavy in your hand, but his dick is the perfect size to wrap your hand around it. It’s smooth, but textured and veiny—just like his hands.

No longer able to wait any longer, you part your lips and let your saliva cover the tip. You use your fingers and palm to lubricate the rest of his shaft so that it slides into your mouth with ease. Only when he’s dripping wet with spit do you take him in, and his reaction is golden.

“Ahh, fuck.”

If you could smile, you would right now. Knowing you have him on his tiptoes almost feels as good as the blunt head of his dick touching the back of your throat. 

You can feel his muscles tenses up once your head begins to bob up and down, purposefully slurping loudly to create sinful noises.

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses. 

His voice is rough as he pants through his words, attempting to keep his composure, but failing. 

When Yoongi’s hand finds the back of your head, you look up to see what he’s doing. You keep going as you watch him whisper profanities into the air, running his ringed fingers through his dark strands.

He gathers your hair in his palm, making your scalp tingle and sting due to his strong grip. He starts controlling your movements, managing how much of him you take in at once. It’s not long before you’re choking and gagging on his cock. 

Drops of your spit and tears fall to the floor. Your head starts to spin from the vigorous motions, but the feeling doesn’t prevent you from allowing Yoongi to fuck your throat until it’s raw. 

Craving more, he thrusts into your mouth. The look on his face and the desperation of his movements lets you know he’s almost near his peak. However, once he realizes what’s happening, he swiftly pulls out, leaving you coughing due to the sudden intake of air.

“Look at me,” he commands after you catch your breath. “You’re fucking hot for that.”

“Thank you—”

Yoongi’s hand smacks the smirk off your face. You’re caught off guard, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from gushing at the change in his tone.

“But is that what I told you to do?”

You try to shake your head, but he’s still holding your hair.

“No, use your fucking mouth.”

When you try to speak, he shoves his fingers in your mouth, pushing them deep enough to gag you.

“You like using your mouth, don’t you?” he asks, but you know he isn’t looking for an answer. “So speak.”

“I do,” you croak around his digits.

“Now get the fuck on the bed like I told you to the first time.”

Yoongi snatches you up, and you scramble to the bed. You sit and wait for him to take off the rest of his clothes, trying to remain patient as you see he’s not in the mood for disobedience. You weren’t bothered the slightest by his lack of respect.

In fact, you crave more; and if you have to beg for it, you will.

“Second thoughts?” he asks randomly.

You notice that his wallet’s in his hand and after a few seconds he pulls out a condom. You get butterflies the moment he places a knee on the bed. For you, it’s not even happening fast enough.

“No way.”

“Good,” he winks. “Because I’m not gentle.”

“And I’m not glass.”

Yoongi growls when he hears that response, crawling over to you at lightning speed.

“Come here.”

He grabs your thigh and pulls you closer, pushing your legs apart so he can access your center. His fingers trace over your lace panties until he ultimately decides to rip them off of you. 

You squeak in surprise when you hear the fabric tearing.

“Yoongi!”

“Shh,” he coos. “They’re ruined anyway.”

With a face burning with embarrassment, you turn away and stare at the wall while Yoongi puts the condom on. You can feel his eyes on you, observing the way he makes you fidget and squirm.

You get too comfortable lying there in your own thoughts. The sensation between your thighs catches you off guard. 

“Ooh, shit Yoongi!”

Your body reacts the instant his dick rubs against your clit. You’re already worked up and ready to be filled, but Yoongi doesn’t want to skip the foreplay.

“Damn, it’s wet.”

He rubs the tip over your crevice, taunting you each time he passes your entrance. Just when you think he’ll slide in, he moves up to your throbbing clit and repeats.

“Please stop teasing,” you beg.

Yoongi laughs. “Why should I?”

“Because—”

You begin to whine and complain, but your words get stuck in your throat when Yoongi suddenly enters your pussy.

“Oh my god.”

Your wetness allows him to slide in easily, but your body wasn’t prepared to take him all at once. 

You grip your sheets for support, but the initial shock of him moving so quickly takes almost a minute to subside. 

Yoongi’s patient, giving your body time to adjust before he worries about pleasure. His thumb slowly massages your clit, getting you to relax under his touch. When your grip on the sheets finally loosen, he makes tiny strokes to test the waters.

“Good now?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

With your approval, he positions himself over you and fucks you a little deeper. Once he finds the perfect rhythm, he moves your right leg and places it on his shoulder. 

You’re already moaning loudly, not caring who hears. You cry out everytime his dick digs into your cervix, exploring places you never knew could be reached. 

You’ve begged guys to go deep, but they’ve always been scared to test their limits. Not Yoongi; he’s giving you everything he has, and even though you’re barely holding onto your sanity, you’d probably cry if he stopped.

“Take that damn shirt off,” he growls, gripping the giant t-shirt draped over your body.

You almost can’t figure out how to get it off, but by a miracle you manage. Now completely naked, you toss the clothing aside and start groping your tits while you lift your hips to meet his thrusts. You thought Yoongi would enjoy watching you, but he’s not impressed.

“Who told you to touch yourself?” he presses.

You don’t answer quickly enough for him. Honestly, you weren’t going to reply because your mind is so far away that his words just drift through your ears.

A hand around your throat snatches you back to real time. He’s pissed, biting his lip and trying not to spill his load before he’s ready.

“Answer me.”

This time you speak up immediately. “No one.”

“Hm. So you just do what you want?”

The sound of his deep voice mixed with the sound of your slapping skin and squelching juices turns you on beyond explanation. That familiar tension starts to build in the pit of your stomach, informing you of what’s soon to follow.

“I don’t like rules, Yoongi.”

“Oh, you will,” he promises.

Yoongi’s thrusts get stronger, making your body shift towards the top of the bed. He somehow keeps you in place using the hand he has wrapped around your neck, but you’re still being bounced around like a ragdoll.

“Since you don’t like it, I’ll finish up and leave.”  His movements suddenly become faster, and it doesn’t take you long to figure out what he’s implying. “You can make yourself cum, right?”

“What?” you shriek. “No!”

His laughter resonates through your bedroom as he mocks your desperation. You try reaching between your legs, attempting to induce an orgasm yourself but he forbids.

“Uh-uh.” 

He pushes your hand away and pins your wrist to the mattress, leaving you with no other resort.

“Yoongi, I wanna cum. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Better watch what comes out of your mouth then.”

You groan, realizing he’s too stubborn to give in. He’s not bluffing; he’d actually leave you stuck. 

You can taste the pleasure on your tongue. You’re so close, but Yoongi’s thrusts are starting to become wild. If you don’t give him what he wants, you won’t get what you crave.

“Tell me now…” he grunts, lust oozing from his lips. He leans forward, pushing your leg to your chest as he tries to come closer. The coolness of his chains pressed against your feverish skin brings you a little relief, but it’s not nearly enough. “You sorry?”

Fuck.

“I am.”

He chuckles. “I know.”

Yoongi’s thumb then wipes the single tear rolling down your cheek. Your body’s restless and seeking some relief from all the tension building inside your core. 

He finally slows down, pacing himself so he’s no longer ahead of you in the race to ecstasy. His finger gently tugs at your bottom lip, silently asking you to relax your jaw.

“You’re mine, right?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Good... Now open.”

Gauging your reaction, he smirks when you don’t oblige. You stick out your tongue, waiting for what you already expected.

Yoongi spits directly into your mouth, and you don’t even flinch. You look into his eyes as you close and swallow. He’s pleased when you reveal that nothing’s left when you open again.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he moans, repositoning himself.

Whatever he says after that is lost between his swearing and muffled cries as he presses his lips against your leg. He slowly picks up his speed this time, allowing the heat to fill up inside of you before he drills you like before.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You too, Yoongi.”

You’re desperate for more tension, but you’re afraid you’ll be punished if you chase it yourself.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Please…”

“I got you,” he assures.

Without another word, his thumb finds your clit. His name rolls off your lips over and over, surely traveling far outside your bedroom. Your body tenses aside from your fist pounding the bed. 

“Cumming!”

You can hardly breathe, air getting trapped in your lungs as his hips snap violently into yours. Your back arches as a wave of pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks. Your cries begin to fade away and all you can hear is your rapid heartbeat erupting through your ears.

Yoongi doesn’t let up, giving you his all until your body slowly falls back on you. He then pulls out and peels the condom off of his pulsing cock. As soon as it’s freed, he releases his hot seed onto your skin—painting your stomach and breasts white and sticky.

Both of you stay where you are, panting and struggling to catch your breaths.

You can see Yoongi through your heavy eyelids, slumped over and exhausted from everything he’s given in the past few minutes. His hair hangs over his eyes, but you know he’s just staring at your pussy, replaying everything that just happened in his mind.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of it at the sound of your voice, gently lowering your leg before he crawls toward you.

You feel like you’re melting when he kisses your lips. It's almost like a dream being this close to him again. Even after so long you remember the way he smells, the way he breathes… You remember everything like it was yesterday.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against your skin.  lips make one final journey over your body, kissing every inch of you and not caring about the taste of his cum staining your flesh. He gives you endless compliments and praises, making you bury your face in your pillows. “I can’t forget to taste you.”

“Wait!” you gasp when he spreads your pussy and devours you.

Your sensitive clit throbs in his mouth as he slurps up all your juices. Your body is limp by the time he’s done, eyes nearly shut and your mind shut down for the rest of the night.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the darkness.

Whatever he says next is a mystery because your tiredness ultimately puts you into a deep slumber.

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

You groan as the sun pierces your eyes. Throughout the craziness of last night, you forgot to bring your phone to bed with you. Now, you’ll have to walk and—

Or you can ask Yoongi.

With that in mind, you roll over and unfortunately find an empty bed.

Of course, he left last night. He was probably out of the door as soon as you shut your eyes. You can only hope it’s because he has work to do and he’s not avoiding you after everything you talked about. You won’t even let your mind go there.

Instead, you get out of bed and stumble to the living room—finding your phone on the coffee table right where you left it. You’re still getting notifications as you pick it up; most from Kaci, one from another employee, but nothing from Yoongi.

Before you make your daily morning phone call to your dad, you text back that server regarding time off, and see what Kaci’s fussing about.

6:58am Kaci: BITCH YOU’RE STILL AT HOME!? 

7:10am Kaci: you so got fucked last night. i want all the detail STAT heaux

You roll your eyes. She won’t be getting anything other than the usual shoulder shrug. Last thing you need is for her to make a scene every time Yoongi’s in the room. 

7:23am You: omw. please cover for me.

7:23am Kaci: already am. get some ‘good morning’ dick sis

“I swear I wanna kill this girl sometimes,” you sigh.

Before you can leave the messaging app, your phone rings. The number isn’t saved so you answer it with caution.

“Hello?”

It’s Yoongi.

“Hey, what’s up?”

You hope he doesn’t hear the puff of air you let out as relief washes over you. You were sure you’d lost him again after the things you did and said to each other during the heat of the moment. Not like you didn’t mean everything you said, but you aren’t sure if he did.

“Nothing, just late for work. What’s up with you?”

“Not much right now. I might go home and catch some sleep,” he replies. “Your car’s outside, by the way.”

“Really?” You walk over to the window and open the blind, shocked when you see your car parked in front of your house. “How did you…”

“I told them I was taking it as collateral.”

“What?!”

Yoongi laughs. “I’m kidding.”

If he was standing next to you, you’d punch him. You don’t know how you fall for it every single time.

“I have my ways. Just um… do me a favor?” he asks.

“Yeah, anything.”

“I think my phone’s somewhere in your house. Can you check later?” 

You look around to see if maybe you can spot it but it’s nowhere in plain view. 

“I know you’re already late so…”

“Oh, yeah. For sure,” you respond. “If you want, you can stop by and look. The spare key is in the same spot it’s always been.”

“It’s cool. I’ll wait until you’re off work.”

“That works.”

Both of you stay silent, waiting on the other to speak. You realize you should be getting ready for work so you decide to end the call.

“Well, I have to get ready so… I’ll text this number later?”

Yoongi clears his throat before he answers. “Yeah, it’s a burner but I’ll get the message.”

“Kay. Bye then.”

“Hey,” he calls out before you can hang up.

“Yeah?”

“Still mine?”

A smile grows on your face, and you don’t try to stop it. You didn’t want to bring it up, but you were definitely still thinking about last night, wondering what it would mean today.

But you can’t let him have what he wants so easily, can you?

“Maybe,” you tease.

There’s a pause, but when Yoongi does speak his tone grows dark.

“You still haven’t learned, have you?”

You smirk. “I suppose I haven’t.”

“Well, then. I guess I’m coming over later.”

Shit.

If you didn’t think the restaurant would burn to the ground without your presence, you’d tell him to get his ass over here now. The mere thought of a repeat of last night has you clenching your thighs together.

No working late tonight. You’re sure it’ll be slow anyway.

“I guess you are.”

“I’m not being nice this time either,” he warns.

You bite your lip, trying to conceal your excitement, but you’re really bursting at the seams. You’re sure you’ll be anticipating his visit all day, letting your mind flood with scenarios. You decide to go ahead and taunt him some more, adding fuel to the already roaring fire.

“Good. Neither am I.”

He begins to speak but you end the call before he can get it out. 

As you stand in your living room giggling, a wave of nostalgia hits you. You remember he’d do the same to you after you’d complain about something silly. You’d be pissed, so the thought of him tasting his own medicine puts you in the lead on your imaginary scoreboard.

You’ve probably done a lot more that got on his nerves in the past, but who’s counting? It’s your job to push each other’s buttons and make up.

Isn’t that what friends are for?

hope everyone enjoyed !!! let me know what you think !

[mrworldwideshoulders]

Bang Bang || reader x myg

Pairing: reader x MYG (except not really); briefly feat. JK and Hobi Word count: 4.8k Rating: rated M / R Genre: angst, breakup/cheating au Summary: He loved you - he would have done anything for you - but you took advantage of that and used him for your own benefit. He wonders if you ever cared for him at all, or if it was all just a game. Inspired by Grenade - Bruno Mars.  Warnings: very angsty, strong language, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating/infidelity, implications of abuse/neglect, yoongi has mommy issues :/  A/N: gaaaaaah why did this one take me so long to write T_T hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! as always beta’d and bannered by the lovely @onmypillow-onmytable​​. thx! ly - robyn P.S. As always I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars, lol, they simply inspire me. 

inspo playlist here 

this is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a whimper

The bottle in front of him is nearly empty. There's a dull throbbing behind his eyes, but he doesn't notice it, not really. He's too numb to notice, too numb to care. He thought he wanted you gone, thought having you out of his life would solve everything, but now, in the quiet darkness of his solitude, he's left alone with only his thoughts, his guilt, his regret – and it feels like it’s only made things worse. Everything he's done, all coming back to haunt him, and he wishes there were something to distract him from the last words you said to him banging aimlessly around his head, slamming into the sides of his brain with enough force to make him grit his teeth. 

Thief.  Liar.  Coward. 

Over the years he’d been conditioned to take the insults, from everyone at school who called him trash, the teachers who told him every day how stupid he was, his mother, who always told him he would never amount to much of anything, just like his father. He stopped listening to them after a while, allowing it all to bounce off the shell he’d built around himself. He’d learned then, that he was alone. Nobody was on his side. Crying did nothing. And people’s words couldn’t hurt him if he didn’t care what they thought. 

But yours could. Because, for once, he cared what someone thought of him. And worst of all: there was nothing inaccurate about them. He knew, deep down, that he was a fraud and a coward. He knew, but had always tried to bury those feelings. 

Where had it all gone wrong?

Maybe it had started, as it does for many, when he was a child. A deadbeat father who had left not long after he had been born, a neglectful mother who couldn't be bothered to do anything more than throw a few won at him for cup ramen every so often. Certainly he could place the blame on them. But no, that would be too easy, to say that his misfortunes had all begun with his parents, or lack thereof. It had begun with him, as an act of survival. A means to an end. He'd worked his way up from pickpocketing to cat burglary, stealing small – but expensive – things from rich people who didn't really need them: jewelry, antiques, small works of art that were easily smuggled out under the cover of darkness. He was good at getting past security systems, good at not getting caught, good at justifying his actions to himself. He was finally good at something for once in his life, something that made people - albeit the wrong kind of people - take notice of him. 

As a rule, he doesn't trust easily. Never has. Other than himself, there have been only a few in his life that he’s trusted completely without it coming back to bite him in the ass. He’s never trusted anyone the way he trusted you, not even his best friend. Only you. You, who came into his life as suddenly as a summer rainstorm, as stealthily as a thief in the night. You, who broke down every wall he’d ever built for himself, saw the parts of him he never let anyone see, not even the few friends he had. He’d allowed you into his heart, his home, his bed – allowed you to invade every aspect of his life. For the first time in his life, he could honestly say that he loved someone. He loved you. After going it alone for so long, he was only too happy to finally allow someone inside, someone for whom he would have done anything – and thought she would do the same. Why couldn’t he see he was wrong? And worst of all, why had he believed it when you told him you loved him? Was he so desperate to love and be loved that he’d stopped thinking clearly? Had he lost his mind? 

He slams the last of the whiskey and flings the bottle across the room. It shatters into pieces as it hits the wall. “Fuck,” Yoongi mutters, dragging himself to his feet, stumbling over the corner of the settee in the dark, on the hunt for something, anything that will put it out of his head. He can’t remember how much he’s had to drink, but none of it seems to help. None of it gets rid of the pain or makes it hurt even a little less. None of it blurs the memory of your face when you told him you never loved him. That requires something much stronger, something he can't get his hands on tonight. 

“You thought I loved you?” you scoffed. “Of course you did. Pathetic. I could never love someone as pathetic as you. How could anyone? Not even your parents could." 

You were right, he supposed. How could he, at 29, still be so pathetic, so naïve, to believe he deserved to be loved by anyone, let alone you? Especially after the life he'd lived so far. He had done awful things, things that couldn't be forgiven: stolen, lied, cheated. That was all he was: just a lonely, pathetic little boy, the way he’d always been, forever destined to wind up abandoned and alone. Why had he even tried to fight it when he knew it might end this way?

How quickly it had all changed. How quickly you had changed, when he’d confronted you. It had only been this afternoon that he’d found you out, a matter of hours, though now it felt like it had been several years since Jungkook had entered his office. Jungkook was his second in command at Black Swan Consulting, the private investigations and security firm he'd established on his own a few years ago. Founded on dirty money, some might say, the money he'd made off contract robberies and fencing stolen goods, and a knowledge of private security protocols only a thief would have, but no one had caught on yet, and they never would. Any traces of its humble origins were gone now, replaced by a sleek, modern office space, and an impressive list of clientele running the gamut from gangsters to some of the city’s most notable chaebols. He’d poured his blood, sweat, and tears into this business, and become a success in his own right, far richer than his past self ever could have imagined. He finally had something he could be proud of, had finally proved everyone who had tried to tell him he was nothing, wrong. 

"It's y/n,” Jungkook said, handing him a thick folder. “I don't trust her, Yoongi. You need to cut her loose before it’s too late, or you could lose everything.” 

He debated how to respond, whether he should throw Jungkook out of his office, whether he should even entertain the idea of his accusations. Jungkook doesn’t like you. He never has, right from the beginning, and the feeling is mutual. Yoongi has already been lambasted by you on several occasions for placing his trust in someone so young, so naïve, inexperienced, and supposedly over-emotional. None of that has ever mattered to him. What Jungkook lacks in experience he makes up for in other areas: his willingness to learn, for one, and more importantly, his loyalty. So what if he’s young? He’s sharp. But you’ve never been able to move past his faults the way Yoongi has. 

“He’s been out to get me from the start, Yoongs,” you’d say if you were here. “He’s jealous of us. What we have. Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” 

On the other hand, Yoongi had always wondered if maybe there was something to his colleague’s mistrust of you. This line of work is full of frauds and liars, shady characters and con artists, but Jungkook is not one of them, and for someone in this business he’s surprisingly trusting of most people, which was how he’d gotten himself into that mess with his last job, trusting that the low-level gangster he was working for would actually let him go once he’d paid off his dead father’s gambling debt. For someone like him to not trust you is a big red flag. One he should have taken notice of already, but was willing to set aside because he loved you. Jungkook still thinks he owes him for getting him out of his situation with the gangster and hiring him at Black Swan. He’s unwaveringly loyal. That alone is enough to indicate that he’s telling the truth. Jungkook doesn’t owe him anything, but Yoongi owes it to him to at least hear him out. He flips open the folder.  

Even years of being in this business doesn’t prepare him for what’s in the file. The bank transfers from his account every month, gradually increasing to thousands, over the past year that he’s never noticed, routed to your own personal accounts. Text conversations between you and other men from a burner phone, telephoto photographs of you wrapped around them in the dark, head tossed back in pleasure. The same way you do with him when you’re alone together. Multiple different men, never appearing more than once or twice, though one in particular features prominently in your dealings, the photos dating all the way back to when he’d first met you. Credit card records for hotel stays, purchases at luxury shops. You’ve been spending his money on your sidepieces. Not only that…you’d been taking for yourself too. 

Yoongi stood up and stormed out of his office, taking the folder with him. “Hyung?” Jungkook followed after him quickly. “I know you’re upset, but don’t you think you should take some time to process before you go talk to her?”

“Fuck no,” he snapped, jamming his finger repeatedly into the elevator call button. “I’m not letting her get away with this a second longer than she already has. She’s going to get what she deserves if it’s the last thing I do.” The elevator doors finally opened after what seemed like forever. 

Jungkook put out an arm to stop him from getting in. “Yoongi…what are you going to do?” 

“Why does it matter to you? Get out of my way.” The younger man didn’t budge. Yoongi looked at the arm in front of him and then up to the face attached to it, narrowing his eyes. “Move, Jungkook. That’s an order.”

“I can’t. Not until you promise me you won’t do anything reckless.”

Yoongi let out a bitter chuckle. “I thought you didn’t like y/n. Now you’re concerned about what I might do to her?” 

“I don’t really care what happens to her,” said Jungkook. “As far as I’m concerned she can rot in hell. But just remember, no matter how it goes down, she’s not worth screwing up your life. Be careful.”

“Okay,” Yoongi said finally. “I won’t do anything reckless. Now move.” He pushed past Jungkook into the waiting elevator car, and fires off a text to you as the elevator descends. 

My place. Now. We need to talk.

He waited for you, standing at the floor to ceiling windows in the dining room, considering what he would say to you. What was there to say? Do you have anything to say for yourself? How could you? I thought you loved me. Was I ever the only one? Wasn’t I enough? 

There was a beeping at the door as you punched in the code, followed by the sound of the door opening. “Babe? I’m here. What’s so important that you had to talk to me right now?” 

“In here,” he called back. Your footsteps got closer, then stopped somewhere behind him. “So which one was it this time?” He didn’t turn around. 

“Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?” you demanded. 

“I don’t need to tell you,” he snapped. “You know damn well what it means. Don’t play dumb with me.”

“Are you accusing me of cheating on you?” You closed the gap between you and wrapped yourself around his arm. “Yoongs, I would never. I love you. Don’t you believe me?” 

The nickname, the one he only seemed to tolerate from you, made him feel sick to his stomach. “No.” He yanked his arm from your grasp. “I don’t.” He turned, finally meeting your gaze: wide-eyed, confused, hurt – and for a second he thought maybe you were telling him the truth right now, that you did love him, that you’d never do anything to hurt him, despite the fact that he’d seen concrete evidence to the contrary. “Y/n, do I look stupid to you? Do I strike you as a complete fucking idiot?”

“Yoongi, I don’t like this. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” 

“You still haven’t figured it out?” He dropped the folder on the table in front of you. "See for yourself."

Your expression hardened as you paged through the contents of the folder, taking in the photos of you with men that aren't him. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, it’s not? And what exactly does it look like?” 

“Fine!” you huffed. “So it’s exactly what it looks like. What do you want from me?” 

“Damn it, I want the truth!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table. “The actual truth, not one of those glib half-truths you’re clearly so good at. Months, y/n. Before we were ever even together. Why did you even bother with me? You say you love me, but this is a pretty shit way of showing it.” 

"I don't suppose I could convince you I did it for you." Your voice turned small. Pinched. Icy, like drops of freezing rain. "For us." 

"For me?” he seethed. "In what possible world could any of this have been for me? No.” He shook his head. "No fucking way. You did it for you. Not one single bit of this was for me.”

"But it was for you," you protested. "The whole time, it was for you. Those men, they didn’t mean anything to me, but they knew about you. What you’ve done. I had to. I was trying to protect you for once." 

"Bullshit," he snapped. "I know how long this has been going on. It has nothing to do with me. And I can protect myself. I don't need you, or anyone else to protect me."

"Oh, there you go again.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Big bad Min Yoongi, doesn't need anyone else to take care of him. God, you are just impossible. So pathetically desperate for the tiniest inkling of affection, yet so determined to push anyone and everyone away from you."

“That’s not true!” he bellowed. “I let you inside! I gave you everything! Everything! I gave you my heart, my soul, and this is what I get in return? This is what you do to me? You turn around and stab me in the back?”

“Oh, don’t act like you give a shit now,” you snapped. “You’re never around, anyway. If you’d paid more attention to me maybe it wouldn’t have taken you so long to figure it out. The only reason I stayed with you this long is because of the money. You didn’t think I actually loved you, did you? Pathetic. I don’t know what you expected. It’s not humanly possible for anyone to love you, let alone me. Even your parents hated you.”

He froze. “You bitch,” he snarled. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t—”

“Because I know.” Your voice was dangerously calm and quiet. “About everything. Don’t forget, you’re not the only one who knows what you’ve done anymore. You told me, remember? How you got your start. How you made your money.” You came closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. Yoongi slapped it away. “You do anything to me, and I’ll make sure all of Korea knows your past. That legitimate business you built from the ground up? All of those billionaire clients? Gone. Do you really think anyone will want to entrust the security of their home and valuables to a former criminal? So think long and hard about how you want to handle this.” 

He knew how he wanted to handle this. He wanted you gone. Permanently. But if he does anything like that to you, he knows it makes him no better than the man he used to be in the past, the man he swore he’d never be again. “Get out,” he said, devoid of emotion. “Go find someone else to play your games with, because I’m done. I won’t come looking for you, as long as you leave me alone. But if you come near me again, I won’t be so kind.” I might kill you if I see you again, he thought. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable of it. He knew that much, at least. 

“A wise choice.” You stretched up to whisper in his ear, lips brushing against the edge. "Don’t forget, Yoongi. There’s someone out there who knows what you’ve done. You’re a thief, a liar, and a coward, and no one will ever be able to love you, because you’re not capable of loving or being loved. You’ll die alone without me.” 

He shoved you away from him, roughly but not as rough as he would have liked. “Get away from me. And get out of my sight before I say fuck it and call the police anyway.” Yoongi turned away and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'll leave you alone if you do the same. You have my word." 

"How do I know you're serious?” You crossed your arms. "How do I know you're not immediately going to send someone after me as soon as I leave?"

"Because, unlike some people, my word actually means something." He looked pointedly at you. "You have nothing to worry about. I might be a criminal but I always keep my promises."

A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment. "Fine," you snapped. "I hope the rest of your life is just as miserable as it’s always been. You don't deserve any more than that." You turned to leave.

"Wait," he said brusquely. You face each other again. "Before you go, answer something for me. 

"And what's that?" you asked irritably. 

"Did you ever have any intention of being exclusive with me? Of ending things with everyone else you were seeing?"

Your face softened briefly, then hardened again. "No," you said without hesitating. "I didn't."

Yoongi couldn’t help but ask his next question. "Why did you say yes, then?" he asks. "When I asked if you wanted to take things to the next level. Why did you say yes if you had no intention of being exclusive?"

 "I don't know, okay?" you said. "I just don't know."

He inhaled sharply and turned back to the window. “I never should have wasted my time on you,” he said finally. “Go to hell.” 

You left without saying anything more. The clicking of your heels on the tile floor fades, followed by the sound of the door banging shut hard enough to rattle the frames on the wall. 

Yoongi let out a breath. "Good riddance," his brain tried to tell him. "I'll be better off without her. She cheated. She lied to me. She stole from me. She doesn’t care. She's a terrible person. A selfish bitch." 

His heart, on the other hand, had something else to say. "You're letting her go? Just like that? You idiot. You say she's awful – but aren't you just as bad as she is?"

Aren't you a terrible person too?

Yoongi is out to drink himself into a stupor. The idea of not waking up from it doesn’t scare him so much as the idea of waking up in the morning and having to face himself in the mirror, where he’ll have to admit to himself in the light of day that he was a fool, that he’d been played the whole time, that it was never more than a game to you. And worst of all: he’d done it to himself. He’d convinced himself that everyone who tried to warn him about you was wrong and you couldn’t possibly be as bad as all that. He’d done his own background on you. He knew you. You weren’t hiding anything he didn’t already know about – or so he had thought. He, who had always thought he was so smart, so clever, one step ahead of the rest, had allowed himself to be taken by you and all of your charms. He was not immune to anything, just like everyone else. Love, contrary to what every poetic mind had to say about it, hadn't made him stronger. It had made him soft. Weak. Stupid. That was what happened when you allowed people to get close to you: it presented the universe with more opportunities to hurt you. It was the reason he had so few close personal associates. People would always either end up betraying you or the universe would find some other way to ruin their lives. 

He'd spent most of the afternoon scrubbing his apartment of every trace of you, sending bag after bag down the garbage chute. Things you'd left behind, things you'd given him, things he'd planned to give to you. The pieces of a relationship, broken, scattered, on their way to the incinerator. Where they belonged. He'd hesitated only once, over a strip of pictures from a photo booth at a carnival you'd dragged him to, back on your second or third date. Yoongi had been reluctant. He hated taking pictures, didn’t like to smile, didn’t know what to do with himself, but you'd twisted his arm just enough, pulling him in alongside you. He’d become less spontaneous as he’d gotten older, preferring to err more on the side of cautious planning, and he could tell you were disappointed with his awkward posing in the first few pictures. Something about that look of hidden disappointment on your face made him want to do better. So he decided, by the last shot, he would break one of his cardinal rules and kiss you. 

Back then he thought it might become some treasured keepsake of your relationship, something to look back fondly upon years later after you’d been married and grown old and gray together. A picture of your first kiss, captured on film, after a series of awkward misfires. Looking at it now, it wasn’t a very good picture. Your eyes were open in surprise, and he seemed to recall he’d missed your lips slightly and landed, off-center, on one side of your mouth. Your expression in the photo made him irritated. Why were you so surprised? And why were your eyes open? 

He eventually tore the photo strip into pieces and threw it into one of the trash bags with everything else. “Fucking bullshit,” he muttered. “All of it.” Yoongi wondered if you’d throw away yours, or if you’d even kept it in the first place. He wouldn’t put it past you to have tossed it in the trash that very night after he’d dropped you back at your apartment afterwards. 

His place was empty once again, empty of you, your things, everything that reminded him of you, but you were still there. It was strange how integral your presence had become to his apartment. He couldn't shake the feeling that you were still roaming his halls, couldn't drown out the sound of you still whispering in his ears. 

You didn't think I loved you, did I? I only stayed with you for the money. You deserve to be miserable. You'll die alone without me.

Your voice became mixed in with his mother's, gradually, until they were indistinguishable from the other. 

Useless piece of trash.  I wish you had never been born.  You're nothing.  No one will ever love you.  Stop crying. Pathetic. Get out of my sight. I can't stand to look at you. 

He sat in the darkened living room, staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide open. Voices continue to swirl around his head: yours, his mother's, even Jungkook's, his own, telling him that he was just as awful as you were, that he deserved it for being stupid enough to reveal his darkest secrets to you, until he couldn't take it anymore. That was when he'd started drinking, only hours ago now. Wine, soju, whiskey, whatever he could find, the only remnants empty bottles and broken glass scattered around. Anything to drown out the voices constantly chattering in his head. He'd lost track of just how much he'd had. He didn't care if he drank himself to death, didn't care if he drowned himself along with his sorrows. At least then he wouldn't have to hear you in his ear, because no matter how much he seemed to drink, your voice stayed just as loud as it always had been, even while the others had gradually dissipated and gone mute.

"You never cared," you sneered in his head. "Don't try to act like you do now.” 

"That's not true!” he bellowed aloud, pressing his hands to his ears to drown you out. "It's not! I cared. I always cared! I loved you! I loved you, damn it!"

"No you don't. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You say I’m selfish, but you’re selfish too," you said. "You've always been selfish, Min Yoongi."

He bit back a retort, frustrated tears stinging his eyes. He was talking to himself, yelling at a ghost. Even in his drunken state he knew none of it was real, that you were gone and he was alone. Just as he’d always been. Just as he'd always wanted. He was better off that way. Right? 

Time moves quickly and then slowly, feeling like hours, hours of your voice vibrating in his head. Yoongi reaches for his phone, fumbling in the dark. He needs to hear someone else’s voice, someone who isn’t you, someone who will keep him from losing his mind arguing with no one. Who can he call? Not Jungkook. Jungkook has no idea the kind of man his boss was before he paid off his debt and offered him legitimate employment. Of course he would tell Yoongi he wasn’t as horrible as all that. He didn’t know any better. There was always his best friend, Jung Hoseok, the one person from his school days that he still spoke to, though it had been weeks since their last conversation, when he’d promised Hoseok he’d finally introduce you to him. How pathetic was it, that the only people he hadn't managed to push out of his life were a singular colleague and his childhood best friend that he never talked to more than a few times a month. A colleague. He didn’t even consider Jungkook a friend. The phone seems to ring forever before there’s an answer. 

“Yoongi?” Hoseok sounds surprised. “You never call me. What’s up?” 

Yoongi stays silent, attempting to gather his thoughts. Why is he calling, really? In the background he hears a baby crying and then another voice, asking who’s calling so late. Hoseok’s wife. Right. He remembers the wedding vaguely, remembers donning a suit and giving a toast to the happy couple. How could he have forgotten? Hoseok has his own family now, and more important things to worry about than his old friend, who can’t seem to manage to hang onto anything or do anything right. He wouldn’t understand, anyway. Not anymore. Back when they were kids, maybe, when he used to be the only person who didn't think Yoongi was trash and noticed when he wasn’t in school, when Hoseok’s mother always packed him a spare lunch because she was worried that her son’s best friend wasn’t getting enough to eat, but not now. His friend’s life was normal, happy, mundane even, in a way that he could only ever dream of. Just as it always had been. He envies him. How easily good things have always come to him. How fortunate he's been in this life: blessed with kind parents, a good upbringing, a happy marriage with a good woman. Someone who would never treat him the way you had. 

“Yoongi?” Hoseok repeats. “Are you there?” 

“Never mind,” Yoongi mutters. “Doesn’t matter.” He hangs up. You were right. He was weak. A coward. He couldn’t even tell the one person he trusted most in the world what was on his mind. Something about the silence that hangs in the air afterwards leaves him feeling even lonelier than before. Everyone, excluding him, was moving on with their lives, proceeding as normal, leaving him behind, leaving him to wonder if you were really right, and he was a terrible person, selfish and unworthy of anyone’s love, or just an exactor of terrible judgement. The world still turned, no matter what happened. He’d made his bed, all on his own, and he’d have to lie there until the world stopped turning. 

He drifts off to sleep, facedown, without ever coming to a definitive conclusion. 

©2022 by mrworldwideshoulders | Masterlist