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nikisgirl15 · 3 months

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𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓬 𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑- Y/N, a talented songwriter, gets the chance of a lifetime to collaborate with her idol, Suga from BTS.

female reader/ Min Yoongi x reader/ fluff/ romance/ idol AU/ BTS/ BANGTAN SONYEONDAN/ ARMY/ Min Yoongi/ SUGA/ one shot

word count: 1199

~ @nikisgirl15 ｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~

In a quiet corner of a bustling café, a young woman named Y/N sat hunched over her laptop, her eyes glued to the screen. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, crafting melodies and lyrics that only she could hear. Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm echoing the beats of the music playing softly in her earphones. She had been waiting for this moment for months. An email had arrived, a chance to collaborate with her favorite idol, Min Yoongi, known to the world as Suga from BTS.

Y/N took a sip of her now-cold coffee, her nerves fluttering like a caged bird. She had been a fan of BTS since their debut, and Suga's introspective rap verses and soulful compositions had always resonated with her. Little did she know that her talent for writing would one day lead her to this juncture. The café's ambiance was comforting, the murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups creating a gentle backdrop to her creative process. She had chosen this place for its anonymity, a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour she was about to step into.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from the record label, confirming the time and place for the meeting. She checked her watch, realizing she had less than an hour to prepare. With trembling hands, she saved her work and packed up her things. The café's warm lights flickered as she stepped out into the cool evening air, the city's neon glow painting the sidewalks with vibrant colors.

The taxi ride to the studio was a blur of anticipation and doubt. What would he think of her? Would they click? Her mind raced with questions she had no answers to. As she stepped out of the car, she took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the nondescript building. It was a place where magic was made, where dreams became reality, and she was about to walk through its doors. The cool metal handle of the door felt solid under her grip, grounding her as she pushed it open and stepped into the unknown.

The receptionist, a friendly face, checked her in and guided her through the maze of hallways to the recording studio. She could feel the vibrations of music pulsating through the walls, each beat seemingly growing louder with every step she took. When she finally entered the room, she saw him—Suga—sitting on a plush sofa, his headphones around his neck, a pencil tapping restlessly against a notepad. He looked up, his gaze meeting hers, and she felt a jolt of energy run through her body.

Suga stood up, a small smile playing on his lips, and extended a hand. "You must be Y/N," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. She nodded, taking his hand in a firm but slightly trembling grip. He noticed her nerves and gave her a reassuring nod. "Don't worry, we're going to make something amazing together." His confidence was contagious, and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

They spent hours in the studio, bouncing ideas off each other, sharing laughs, and finding a rhythm that only two kindred spirits could. The air was thick with creativity, and Y/N felt more alive than she had in a long time. Suga's storytelling abilities and her knack for melodies complemented each other perfectly. In between takes, they shared stories of their journeys, their struggles, and their love for music. It was then that she revealed her family's lack of support, and she saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He leaned in and whispered, "Keep going. Your music is your voice, and it's heard by millions." His words were a balm to her soul, and she felt a bond forming that went beyond music.

As the night grew late, they decided to take a break. Suga suggested they grab a bite to eat, and they ended up at a small, dimly lit restaurant that served the best ramen in town. The warmth of the broth and the chewiness of the noodles seemed to melt away the tension of the day. They talked about their favorite movies, the books that changed their lives, and the foods that reminded them of home. Y/N found herself drawn to his candidness, his ability to be vulnerable and open about his own challenges.

Suga shared how his parents had initially opposed his music career, not seeing the potential in it. "They wanted me to have a stable job," he said, his eyes reflecting the memory. "But I knew that music was what made me happy. And when I started to make a name for myself, they saw the joy it brought to others and eventually came around." His words resonated with Y/N, offering a glimmer of hope for her own family's acceptance.

The conversation grew more intimate as they swapped stories of their darkest moments and their most triumphant achievements. Suga spoke of the time when he thought about giving up, how the love of his fans had kept him going. Y/N listened, her heart swelling with admiration and a newfound respect for the man she had only known through his music.

They returned to the studio, their spirits rejuvenated. The collaboration grew more intense, their eyes meeting across the room as they worked in silent understanding. The music flowed like a river, carrying them along its banks, weaving their hearts together in a tapestry of harmony. The late-night sessions turned into early mornings, and before they knew it, the sun was peeking through the blinds, casting a soft glow over their creation.

Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and it was clear to both of them that their relationship had shifted from a professional one to something more. One evening, as they sat side by side on the sofa, listening to the playback of their latest masterpiece, Suga reached out and took Y/N's hand in his. His thumb traced circles on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek, and whispered, "Thank you for understanding me, for sharing your music with me."

The moment hung in the air, charged with emotion. Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes searching his. They were so close she could feel the beat of his heart, matching the tempo of the music that filled the room. She didn't need to say a word; her eyes spoke volumes. Suga closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with comfort and promise, a silent declaration of the connection that had been growing between them.

Their collaboration had become more than just a music project; it had become a shared journey of growth and self-discovery. As they worked on the final touches of their song, their chemistry spilled over into every note and lyric. They knew that this was only the beginning of something beautiful, something that had the power to resonate with people all over the world. And as they stepped out of the studio, hand in hand, the sunrise painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, they were ready to face whatever came next, together.

#fluff #fanfic #oneshots #kpop #kpop fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #bts #bts suga #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader

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bangtanwritershq · 1 year

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "Tangerine Dreams” Masterlist

For March 2023, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate the Tangerine King himself, Min Yoongi's birthday! We asked our members to share with us all of their Yoongi-centric stories—whether that’s as Suga, AgustD, Min Yoongi, MeowMeow, Daddy, Sir, or however you prefer to call him—so that we could share them with you!

So, if you are in a Yoongi mood, this masterlist is for you! In this post you'll find fics from our network members that feature Yoongi as the main character with various AU types and tropes!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)

✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

⚠️ You & The Moon | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x Reader AU Type: Angst | Drabble Rating: PG-13 WC: 331

🔞 💖 At The Nightclub | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader AU Type: PWP | Drabble Rating: MA WC: 490

🔞 💖 ⚠️ An Empty Home | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x OC (ft Taehyung x OC) AU Type: Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 5,290

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Work Hard, Play Harder | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: TA!Yoongi x SportsMedStudent!Reader AU Type: College, S2L | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,265

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Till Death Do Us Part | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Hitman!Yoongi x Kidnapped!Reader AU Type: Mafia, Arranged Marriage | heavy angst, smut, surprising fluff Rating: MA WC: 41,132

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Silent Grace | @btskitten7 [3/?] Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader AU Type: Mafia Rating: MA WC: ~7,700

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Lie To Me | @btskitten7 [2/?] Pairing: Yoongi x fem. Reader AU Type: Fake Dating Rating: MA WC: ~3,198

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Fireman (Ao3) | sunkissedwriter [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x fem. Reader AU Type: Fireman AU | light smut Rating: MA WC: 2,006

🔞 💖 ⚠️ ship happens! a nauti-cal tale of (light) betrayal & romance | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: PianoPlaying!Yoongi x Performer!Reader AU Type: Coworkers2lovers, cruise ship au | light angst, smluff Rating: MA WC: 7,710

✅ ⚠️ Happier | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x Reader AU Type: Lover to Exes | angst Rating: PG13 WC: 845

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Crystal Snow | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: detective!Yoongi x f!Reader AU Type: Exes to Lovers | angst, smut, fluff ending Rating: MA WC: 7,229

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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7&ME - Chapter 13 - Gifts

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 991

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R P E R S P E C T I V E

I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I was so confused. Conflicting feelings of lust and anger raced through me. I didn't want to be a whore. But I also didn't want to lose them. What happened this morning with Yoongi was so wrong in so many ways, but it had felt so amazing. The idea of doing something like that again or even more or with Jimin instead was so tempting. But would the other guys expect the same thing? I wasn't sure if I liked the others in the same way as I had fallen for Suga and Jimin. And what kind of problems would it create?

I was getting dizzy from all the thoughts in my head.

I knew nothing anymore.

I just knew that I didn't want to think.

No more thoughts.

I looked at Jimin, who had gotten up and looked at me helplessly, unsure of what to do.

God, he was so pretty.

I took two steps towards him and threw my arms around his neck again, and without thinking I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth onto his plump lips.

I could feel him freezing. Not moving as I kissed him while tears ran down my face.

I took a step closer to him, my body now against his, and I started to run my fingers through his hair.

My brain was finally silent.

Slowly Jimin opened his mouth, finally kissing me back. I could feel his body relax as he put his hands on my waist.

His lips were so soft. Just like Yoongi's had been. This kiss was very different though from the one I had shared with Yoongi this morning.

That kiss had been passionate, slightly rushed, lustful.

This kiss was slow and lazy.

Jimin softly nipped at my lips.

His tongue caressed mine and the warmth of his mouth felt like a comfortable bath to me.

I felt at peace.

After a while he pulled his head back slightly, resting his forehead against mine.

'The rest will be here soon,' he sighed. His breath stroked my face and it smelled like peaches.

'Do you want to leave?' he asked me. It sounded like he had to force the words out of himself. Like didn't want to say them.

'No,' I said instinctively.

'Do you want to talk to the boys about it?' he asked me. I opened my eyes.

'No,' I said again, without really thinking.

'Do you want me to talk to them about it?' Jimin asked me.

I shook my head again.

I could hear some stumbling in the hallway and some muffled voices.

Jimin had already let go of me and I reluctantly took a step back.

At that moment I decided. I was done thinking. I would just do whatever the fuck I felt like or didn't feel like. Why make life so hard? Why overthink? Maybe it was all just a dream and I'd wake up one day, realizing that nothing had changed.

I bend over and grabbed the bags from the ground.

'Wait, don't you...' Jimin started, but I cut him off.

'I'll need these since I wish to keep working here,' I said numbly.

I turned around and walked towards my room, carrying the heavy bags in my hands.

Just as I closed the door of my room behind me, I could hear the voices of Namjoon and Jin entering the house and laughing together.

I put down the bags and stared at myself in the mirror. My face was still wet from my tears. I quickly wiped them away.

Right.

No more crying.

No more overthinking.

From now on I'd just do whatever the fuck I wanted to.

I'd be like one of those badass women I'd seen in movies and dramas who were able to use their sexuality as a strength and weapon instead of a weakness.

And if things got awkward or went sideways, I could always just as easily leave.

No one here in Korea knew me anyway.

So what the hell did it matter?

I took a deep breath and smiled at myself in the mirror.

Baddass me, here I am!

The shopping bags drew my attention and I decided to look inside.

There were seven maid outfits in them.

Purple, pink, light blue, dark blue, grey, black, and dark red. All the colors were exactly the right shade to match my skin color

All of them were made of high-quality material and all of them had a beautiful designs with cute ruffles and details.

I decided the try on the pink one.

It fit me like a glove. The skirt was a bit longer and the top part covered my chest much better.

I hadn't expected Jimin to buy me something that would be less revealing instead of more.

I admired myself in the mirror. I had to admit, I looked fucking cute.

There was another bag that I hadn't unpacked yet.

Curious, I turned it upside down on my bed.

It was filled with beauty products. Facemasks, body butter, night creams, day creams, vitamins, make-up products, bath bombs, and a rose with a card on it.

Intrigued I picked up the rose. It was a fake one without thorns. I read the card.

"I hope you will take care of us until this rose dies."

I smiled. This had been very sweet of him to do.

I put away the other dresses and make-up products.

It had been very thoughtful of Jimin to gift me all those things. I couldn't help but wonder about them all.

If I were to try and take care of them... and maybe more... It might come in handy to know more about them.

I took a seat behind my laptop and started googling the band members' names.

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derireo-galge · 2 years

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Same Wavelength | 2k | yoonmin✍🏼

A radio hosts au where they work the opposite shifts and communicate through notes and clips.

[ soft, happy ending ]

(Yoongi)

The night fell on the city of Seoul.

Yoongi took a late bus and put his headphones on to shut all the surrounding sounds. It's been pouring all day but the rain dwindled by the evening.

His usual night shift will be easy to handle since he slept through the afternoon with no worries or interruptions.

Working the night shift was never a plan but he took this opportunity a bit later after graduating in the end of last spring.

His job of producing and music engineering gave him the freedom of flexible working hours and steady income.

He always wanted to try hosting a radio show. His small group of friends convinced him he has the voice just for that.

He loved the show.

He was able to talk freely about the topics of anxiety, burnout, depression, achieving dreams and day to day struggles.

He loved having the opportunity to play music from not very well known local indie artists instead of manufactured pop that stuck to ears of general public like a gum to a shoe.

Sometimes he would take calls to broadcast people's stories - real, down to earth opinions instead of scripted interviews with fast fame celebrities.

It got him some time to attune because he wasn't a fan of phone conversations but he grew used to it.

It felt good to listen and share things with someones who might be struggling too but silently.

He arrived a little earlier than expected and had enough if time to savor his big cup of coffee.

Night shifts were truly a blessing.

Even though he wasn't the only one at the station's office, it was much more crowded in the daytime.

The only thing he wasn't happy is the name, but weirdly many people loved it.

He got comfortable in his chair, sipping his coffee and scrolling through twitter feed.

Everyone seemed excited for "Pillow Talk", getting cozy and ready to dissipate the day's worth of stress and worries.

His listeners were anticipating today's topic, which was on a lighter side (but really, it depended on the situation).

He moved closer to the computer to pull up the script on a screen bigger than the phone and noticed something in the bottom right corner.

Now, he wasn't the tidiest, be it in real life or digitally, but his desktop was almost empty.

And now there was a new folder named...

"Hello, Suga-ssi" - it read.

- Hello?

What was that, Yoongi thought.

He tentatively clicked on the folder and opened it.

There was only one file, a video.

The thumbnail showed a young man. Possibly younger than him.

With burning curiosity, he put on his headphones and double clicked on it to play.

It was undoubtedly recorded right here in this studio.

The man introduced himself as Park Jimin, a new addition to their company and a radio host to a morning show "Early Birds".

The man was gorgeous and had a soft beautiful voice.

Yoongi flushed when he heard the reason for the video message.

He saw that Yoongi was the only host on a night shift and decided to meet him this way, since he couldn't do it physically.

Cute.

Maybe he should give his show a listen.

When it was time to start the stream, he may have announced today's topic too enthusiastically, chuckling inside at such coincidence.

"First Meetings".

***

Yoongi collapsed on a heap of blankets, having no energy to make the bed ready for sleep.

He couldn't be bothered to put his sleepwear on, having spent most of his mana on work and the journey home.

He turned on the small radio on his bedside cabinet and tuned in.

And indeed, there was that soft voice, greeting everyone who might be awake.

That must be a good start of the day, he thought.

Jimin didn't talk about anything heavy, but it wasn't the usual gibberish you'd hear on any other station at 7 a.m.

He told funny little stories and read his listeners' tweets he probably collected throughout the previous day.

This morning they talked about unexpected things that brought positive consequences in a person's life.

Yoongi hadn't noticed the moment that melodious voice sent him to sleep.

The next day he came to work earlier than usual on purpose.

He adjusted the webcam on yhe top of the monitor and ran a hand through his hair.

Shit.

Was he really gonna do that?

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(Jimin)

Jimin felt a twinge of disappointment when he didn't get any response from his night shift colleague.

But to be honest, he wasn't getting his hopes too high.

Suga was a famous radio person, from what he noticed online. He must be really busy.

Jimin's morning routine was nothing extraordinary.

Except he didn't like mornings too much.

So he conditioned himself into coming to peaceful terms with them.

He rolled up his yoga mat and went straight to his freshly made smoothie.

He worked up quite a sweat: this morning was warm and humid. He showered and put one of his pretty sweaters on.

Yes, Jimin worked on the radio station but he needs to feel the best.

He had a good feeling about today.

Besides, he might feel like posting a selca.

When he got to his workplace he noticed some changes to the desktop.

There was a folder named "for park jimin" now and the young man's heart did a little leap.

He hastily put on the headphones and clicked on it.

Surely, there was a video file inside.

It was definitely from Suga.

Jimin felt tingly all over.

His cheeks were warm and he was all but bouncing in his chair. He didn't expect to receive such cute message.

And get complimented by..

- Suga-hyung, - he whispered.

The young man had to admit, there was a possibility of him having just a tiny crush on the host whose show he used to listen to on a regular basis.

Okay, maybe he has been a big fan, sue him.

And now he had a personal message from Suga.

This day just became a hundred times better.

He diligently worked through this morning's stream and finished off his paperwork for today.

Lately the scripts flew from under his pen like birds to the seed.

Maybe he had a new source of inspiration.

He looked at the time to check there was still an hour before he had to step aside for another show's host.

Jimin checked himself in the mirror, ruffled his hair and applied a little bit of lipgloss.

He didn't have any specific message he wanted to leave for hyung. But he loved all things unscripted.

Jimin was aware he could just ask for his number but where was the fun in that?

After making sure he was satisfied with the way he looked he went to his work desk again.

Part 2

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au sfw yoonmin #yoonmin #yoongi #jimin #bts fanfction #bts au fic

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years

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Shut Eye

pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: I was listening to the piano version of ‘For Forever’ from Dear Evan Hansen while writing this...so maybe that explains it?? THIS IS SOOO CHEESY YOU GUYS

requested by anon - thanks for the fun request, hope you enjoy! a picture of your ask/request will be at the bottom of the post. Thank you!

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You awoke with a gasp, the covers flung aside in an effort to grab the notebook and pen you kept handy on your nightstand. Not bothering to flip on the lamp, you used the little moonlight filtering in through your window to write down the events of your dream.

You spent most nights in the dreamscape with your soulmate, his face and voice a blurry mess in your mind. The two of you would talk for hours, that much you know. The general idea of the conversation would stick with you as well, but beyond anything else, you’d wake up with the same familiar feeling.

The specific brand of heartbreak that tends to accompany goodbyes.

Tonight’s dream had been something entirely different, though. Try as you might, your mind can’t seem to conjure up the exact words your soulmate had so calmly whispered in your ear as you stood on a red carpet facing innumerable flashing cameras. However, one thing was for certain.

He was trying to send you a message.

He was trying to find you out in this big world.

You’ve made a bullet-point list now, with the words red carpet, famous?? and beautiful suit starting off the list. As the list continued on, you only grew more and more confused. Why did your soulmate choose that dreamscape? After years of the usual sitting room and long chats, something must have happened to make him change.

Frustrated, you scanned last night’s notes to see if anything out of the ordinary had happened. You nearly gave up before one of the final bullet-points caught your attention.

we talked about family

did we talk about our family??

Eyebrows scrunched and lips pouted, you wracked your brain for any recollection of the conversation from the night before. Indeed, you remembered waking up with the distinct feeling of discussing future baby names, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember what he had said he liked. What you did remember was that it was a name that had made you laugh, and that he had been upset about it for the rest of the evening.

Not too upset, though. He’d still quietly warned you in the way he always did when he knew he was about to wake up. Softly lacing his hand through yours, running his thumb over the back of your knuckles until in the blink of an eye he was gone.

There had been several occasions when you’d woken up still feeling the ghost of his hand on yours.

The notebook in your hands glared up at you, an unwelcome reminder that you were nowhere near close to understanding the meaning of your most recent dream.

Normally, you would have just let it go. But today was different. Today you woke up just knowing that he had meant something by the dream. The way he’d brought you out on that red carpet, your arm linked through his as he led you toward a group that was already posing for pictures-

Wait. A group? You’d forgotten that part. Another bullet-point was added to the growing list.

part of a group (friends?)

Your eyes drifted shut as you tried to remember any more details, the ways the cameras flashed seemed to impair your vision as you’d looked at the group that had smiled as you neared. One of them had made some extra space for you and your soulmate, and you’d nearly keeled over when you saw who it was.

But who was it?

You sighed, scribbling one last bullet-point before your brain quit functioning.

I recognized the friends - famous?

It was a bit discouraging to look down at the list and see so many question marks, but you paid it no mind as you tossed your notebook back onto the nightstand and found the strength to get up for the day.

You’d just have to wait until the next dream.

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“I have no idea where this is going,” you admitted while staring up at the ceiling, sprawled out on your bed. “But I just know that he’s trying to tell me something. You know?”

Your best friend, Ji-eun, just laughed on the other side. “I’m sure he was...but honestly, who knows? Maybe he just wanted a change of scenery.”

“Ugh. You’re no fun.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but no more fun for you tonight. I’ve got to go to bed. Got to wake up early tomorrow, remember? It’s a big day.”

“Oh, that’s right! Are you nervous?”

You’d nearly forgotten that your best friend was also one of South Korea’s most beloved singers. On most days, you forgot her stage name, too.

“No, not really. I just usually hate having to sit there by myself, you know? There are so many groups, and them I’m just by myself. Looking beautiful.”

“Aww, poor IU, all alone.” You teased. “I’d go with you, but-”

In an instant, Ji-eun, or IU, squealed and you knew that she had an idea. “Yes! Come with me!! I’ll sneak you in! You won’t even have to worry about the red carpet- wait.”

You winced, having held the phone at a distance from your ear so as to not immediately lose your hearing. “Oh no, now what? You know I’m not fit for award shows, Ji-eun.”

“Didn’t you say that your dream was on the red carpet?”

You blinked. “Yeah.”

“Sooo,” Ji-eun dragged out, “Maybe you’ll see him.”

A wry laugh escaped you. “What makes you think he would recognize me even if he was there? Or that I would recognize him?”

IU made an indecisive noise. “Well, you already described his beautiful suit-”

“Hey, no teasing. It was absolutely gorgeous.”

“Exactly! If there’s a guy that shows up wearing that suit, then maybe that’s him! And, maybe he’s part of a group! You would recognize the group if you saw them, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re just trying to get me to come with you,” you drawled, ignoring the little spark of hope.

“Obviously. Hey, you know that really pretty red dress you bought not that long ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Wear that, and work your dreamscape magic or something to help him remember the red dress. He’ll recognize you when he sees you tomorrow!”

With an eye roll you’re pretty sure Ji-eun heard through the phone, you groaned. “If he’s even there. If.”

“So you’ll do it?”

In the end, it was the memory of having to say goodbye every morning without even remembering who you were saying goodbye to that had you agreeing.

••••••••••••••••••

Falling into your dreams had always felt more like waking up, the urge to stretch and run around almost too much to deny. Tonight, you entered the familiar sitting room that you’d frequented nearly every night for the past few years.

Your soulmate is waiting for you when you enter, his back turned to you.

A part of you knows that the two of you have been through this many times before. You’ve technically met your soulmate hundreds of times - maybe even thousands at this point. But every night, it’s the same little feeling of anticipation as you wait for him to turn around.

Always wondering who it might be. Always dreading the moment you wake up and forget his face all over again, waiting for the next dream to identify him.

He’s in the black, lightly checkered suit that he wore last night, not a single strand of his black hair out of place as he turns around with wide eyes.

Your breath is momentarily caught in your throat as you suddenly recognize him, not only from the previous dreams but from nearly everywhere else in the waking world.

“Hey,” Yoongi mumbles, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looks at you. “You look beautiful.”

You looks down at the red dress you’re wearing, the same one you’re planning on wearing at the award show. Nodding at his suit, you grin.

“Are you wearing that to the award show today?”

He nods, stepping toward you. “I wish you could go, I know that I’d be able to find you-”

“I am.”

Yoongi stops, his mouth slightly open. He takes a single step toward you. “You are? How?”

“Ji-eun is my best friend, remember?”

He takes a moment to recall that tidbit of information about you, nodding. “So...we’ll see each other.”

“I hope so.” You tilt your head. “But will you recognize me? It was so hard for me to remember any details after last night’s dream, I feel like it’s getting harder.”

“I think it is,” Yoongi agrees, striding over to you and grabbing your hand even as a light pink dusts over his cheeks. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this dress.” With a wink that belies his shy nature, Yoongi leads you out onto the red carpet, where cameras are waiting.

He walks you through the event, glancing at you every few seconds as though afraid that you’ll disappear at any moment. That’s certainly a valid concern - it’s happened plenty of times.

You’ve just made it to where the rest of the members are standing when you feel the tell-tale pull back toward reality.

You’ll be waking up at any moment now. Most likely because of that pesky nest of birds that have decided to camp out just outside of your windows.

Instinctively your grip on Yoongi’s arm tightens, and he turns to you. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re about to leave.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You blurt out, taking in every last detail of him. From the way his cheeks are still pink to the fit of his suit.

Yoongi absolutely shocks you as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, pulling you a little closer. His breath that dusts over your ear feels so real as he whispers gently to you.

“We’ll find a way. I promise.”

•••••••••••••••••••

It was the same dream as the night before; the same infuriating goodbye that seeped into your bones as you hurtled awake. However, this time, you could have sworn that you recalled a puppy-dog gaze that was begging you to remember him as you left the dreamscape.

You’d worn the red dress you currently had on, the red lace falling just below your knees. A part of you remembered the way your soulmate had reacted when you’d waltzed into the dreamscape, the way you had casually linked your arm through his as you walked onto the red carpet.

Today you couldn’t find the energy to write anything in your full notebook, opting to bury your head in your hands.

“Who are you?” You groaned. The feeling of his soft lips against your forehead has you sighing, wishing that you could replay it all over again. After shooting a glare at the red dress hanging in your closet, you grabbed your notebook to write down one note before getting up.

We love each other

•••••••••••••••••••

Ji-eun - er, IU, instructed you to wait for her at the entrance to the photo-op portion of the red carpet. She would be busy doing little interviews before that, which honestly didn’t seem that appealing to you.

Especially not when you were so nervous you thought you were going to throw up.

Staring down at your red dress, you nearly jumped out of your skin when there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Ha! You’re jumpy today,” IU teased, “I wonder why.”

“Oh good, you’re finished.” You ignored her tease, happy to get moving. “You look amazing.”

It wasn’t a surprise, but she still deserved to be complimented. IU looked absolutely ethereal in her flowy green gown, the two of you looking like some sort of Christmas ad.

“You look great as well!” She motioned toward the carpet. “I think we’re just after this group. Ready?”

Armed with a smile and your best friend at your side, you ventured onto the carpet. It was easier than you though it would be; most of the time you were stepping aside to allow the photographers a clear view of IU.

You’ve nearly made it to the end when a fresh round of screaming picks up.

There’s only one group that can command that much attention.

You couldn’t help but crane your neck as you see BTS walk onto the carpet, just a couple of groups behind you. Your eyes widened on their own accord when you saw them, unable to shake the feeling of having met them before.

Of course, they pay you no mind. However, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Suga took a moment to get up on his tippy-toes, looking around. You went to point it out to IU, nobody paying either of you any mind as you walk off the carpet. You lost all ability to speak, however, as you took a closer look.

It’s the suit.

The one that is checkered with a light gray, the one that fit your soulmate just right.

It’s the black hair that’s perfectly styled.

And as Suga turned to look your way, you didn’t miss the way his eyes caught on your red dress.

Almost like he had been looking for a red dress.

In the span of a single heartbeat, you made eye contact with the idol, the same question lingering in your eyes.

For Min Yoongi, that’s all it took.

Abandoning all precepts, he took off down the carpet, heading straight toward you. From the way the other members took one look at you and your red dress and immediately began speaking to those present, you knew that they’d been waiting for this. Knew that they weren’t planning on keeping this low-key, because there was no real way to do that.

Not as Yoongi saw you and knew.

You managed to take three steps toward him before he was before you, grinning with his gummy smile even as his ears turned red.

“Quick,” Yoongi breathed out, reaching down to take your hands in his. “If it’s really you, tell me what name we can’t agree on for a girl.”

The question threw you off guard, making you laugh. But after a moment, you found with a gasp that you remember.

You remembered everything.

The way the two of you first awkwardly stumbled into the dreamscape at the age of nineteen. How you eventually opened up to each other, grew to care deeply about the other.

You remembered the nights when the two of you were rambunctious and laughing at stupid stories Yoongi told you about the boys.

You remembered the nights when you sat in silence, dreading the moment you would have to wake up.

And you remembered that just a few days ago, Yoongi had brought up family. You’d spent the night talking about how many children you’d want, how you’d raise them, what you’d name them.

And there was one horrible name that he loved and you hated, and neither of you were willing to budge on it.

“Ugh,” you groaned even as you smiled. “We are not naming her Pearl! It would make her sound like a pirate ship!”

The cameras flashed, which made Yoongi’s eyes glimmer as he laughed along with you. Then, without a care in the world except for knowing for certain that it was all real, Yoongi tugged you closer until your foreheads touched and all you could see were his dark eyes pulling you in.

“I told you we’d find a way.”

Hundreds of cameras flashed, documenting the moment and effectively labeling it a dream come true.

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Blow

🌸 Words: 5.510

🌸 Genre: smut/fluff | Established relationship ∘ Idol!AU (sort of?)

🌸 Idol Min Yoongi x Reader

🌸 Description: In which Yoongi loves you but never said it out loud. Sometimes, gestures speak louder than words.

🌸 A/N: Probably the only plotless story I wrote many years ago just because Yoongi screamed “boyfriend material” and I couldn't help myself. Hope you enjoy it ♥

Good read ♥

He understands it in the most unexpected, less romantic moment you've ever shared.

Yoongi opens his eyes slowly, dazed, as if until this moment he lost control of his own body; his fingers curl around the leather fabric of the couch and your hair, his pelvis wobbles sloppily, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth.

Beyond the layer of sparks, he sees your head bob between his legs... up and down… up and down… just like one of those fantasies that knocked at the door of his dreams while he was lying in a bed of some luxury hotel, for the past month.

Your hands cling to his hips, your boiling hot tongue does quick, little laps, and hard flicks just right on the underside of the head, making him see stars and planets spinning around fast.

And he feels it.

A little, weird contraction that doesn't come from his cock wrapped around your pretty mouth, but from up above, behind the breastbone. A light punch to his heart, frantically beating against his ribcage in a way it never did before -and it has nothing to do with you taking care of his dick for about five minutes now.

And in the moment you pull away -a very ephemeral moment in which you licked away the small drops of precum and shot him a playful glance before taking him all the way once again- Yoongi gets hit by the realization that he seriously, like, with no way-back loves you .

It’s one of those nights where the weariness clutches to his bones, where the stress for your exams cuddles your brain; and yet, it didn't impede you to lock yourselves into his studio talking about his tour, or about the things you did here in Seoul during his absence.

And it happened. A deep kiss amidst a heap of sluggish kisses, soft pauses between a chat and another; the clear sound of his belt getting unfastened, your hands pulling down the zip of his jeans, his boxers rolling down on his hips enough to show his hard length… enough to turn you in a state of instant lust.

Your lips said goodbye to his own before adventuring down below, lingering on his stomach; the tip of your tongue followed the trail of this hair below his navel, and he instinctively slipped down the sofa, spreading his legs more and groaning in the anticipation of what would come next.

And finally, after a few excruciating minutes, you found home in the middle of his legs -and you look divinely, down there.

He let a long sigh escape from his mouth when your warm mouth lapped his head and he enjoyed that long craved blowjob.

“Don't stop, (Y/N)... like this, yeah…” his right hand draws from the couch to your cheekbone, it slides up and gets lost into your hair worn in a messy bun.

That “I love you” stays there, halfway from his throat and tongue, but doesn't fly out. It only lashes him from time to time, as if it was saying: “hey, you asshole, shouldn't you tell her? It's been two years she's giving you some phenomenal blowjobs”; but no, no sound takes shape. Except for his broken moans, and your name -low, the same tonality with which he whispers Suga before his verses- until Yoongi is so overwhelmed by pleasure to completely forget about himself and the foolishness gravitating around his mind.

The orgasm hits him with the same intensity of that " I love you " now really tumbled off his tongue, as his toes curl inside his socks so hard to the point that they start tingling.

You swallow till the last drop, and inch away only when he whimpers, patting your head gently. You don't move from your position, crossed arms on his legs and stare fixed on his floppy dick still wet.

Until you lay your gaze on his face and Yoongi comprehends that any blowjob is worth the idyll of this very moment: him, still giddy with the belated orgasm; and you, the left corner of your mouth quirked up as if you were pleased with your job, the tip of your tongue running on you lower lip, both lost into each other's eyes--!

"What did you say?" you ask, interrupting his train of thoughts. “When you came, I mean.”

Holy-shit…

He swallows hard. "N-nothing important. I'm coming , probably?” a jittery smile breaks across his face.

You spare him one last glance, arched brows, before resting your cheek on his lap, tracing with your finger the wrinkled skin around his appendix scar.

He rests his head against the wall, incredulous by his own reaction: a rapper who spits fire is now too coward to repeat three stupid fucking words, unbelievable!

"Yoongi-chi?" you call him softly, reaching out your hand to touch his own, resting on his lap. "I missed you a lot. The wait has been harder, this time," you confess, a strange bashfulness peeps over your words. "I'm glad you're back. One month is a very long time."

Yoongi doesn't reply. He thinks that his fingers drawing circular patterns underneath your skull just like you adore, or the way he interlaces your fingers and squeezes your hand tighter is more than enough to tell you that he feels the same.

He closes his eyes. “Yeah, one month is too much.”

But two years to understand that he completely loves you are way longer.

●

There's something ironic about writing love songs without having the slightest idea of what it truly means.

He thought it was something easy to explain, something that could be found in his gummy smiles running from cheek to cheek when your name appears on his mobile; in his shaky legs when you undress before his expanded pupils, in the way his stomach twists when you laugh at your utmost happiness for a joke he said; or when you cuddle up, your back pressed to his chest, and Yoongi can’t even tell his heartbeat from yours anymore.

But the more the days elapse, the more he realizes that it's an inexplicable force that goes beyond all of this.

Yoongi thinks about it at the most inconvenient moment… just when you're on the cusp of reaching your second orgasm.

Riding him on your unmade bed, he follows the pace of your pelvis, relishing the pleasantness of your bodies melded as if you were one. He’s never been a lotus-position enthusiast -it takes him too much to reach the peak of his pleasure- but you adore it, and so he didn't complain when you hovered over him and engulfed him into you, taking him inch by inch slowly.

Because you deserve it.

And not because you're mind-boggling, the breath of fresh air of his existence, but because you've just been chosen as first violin in your conservatory orchestra. After months made of tears, nights spent digging in the deepest labyrinths of your mind to find your battered self-esteem, clean it, feeding it, you finally opened the door with the brightest smile that has ever graced your face and merely said: “I did it!”

And as he wrapped you into a bone-crushing hug, exhaling his high-pitched laugh, he told himself that this could be love too: seeing you achieve your dreams and being an active part of these blissful moments.

For this reason he ate you out. Like, not immediately. Things escalated quickly, just like they always do when you’re alone and you don’t see each other for so long: a long kiss while being entangled, your hands meandering on your clothes, and laying on your sofa without even knowing how or when you ended up there -your lips on his own are too aphrodisiac for him to think straight.

He took off your jeans and panties as fast as he composes a song when he is inebriated of inspiration, and his mouth met immediately your clit.

You guided him all the time, you told him how he should move his tongue; and he followed every single instruction, enjoying your moans, or the way your name tumbled off your lips, plump from being bitten.

His hard length painfully pulsed in his tight jeans, but he didn't touch himself. He kept his hands on your hips, because this was your moment, his only way to demonstrate to you that you deserve every tiny good thing of this universe when he lacks words. He didn't even move when you arched your back and clung at his hair, while he grazed the soft consistency of your wet folds as the tensed muscles of your legs slowly relaxed.

Beyond the sparks floating in his eyes, Yoongi sees your face change: your teeth biting your bottom lip, scarlet cheeks, drops of sweat beading your temples... it's an expression he should write a song about, the one you make when you're coming, a true work of art.

Yoongi cups your cheek and sloppily kisses your chin. His other hand shifts from your cute breast bopping and down to your clit, feeling his heart flip-flopping at the sound of your bodies meeting at every deep thrust.

You moan against his mouth as the orgasm bathes you from head to toes, like a sudden wave in the middle of a placid sea. It doesn't take him much to reach his climax too, with his dick tight between your contracting walls. A groan escapes from the back of his throat as he releases himself inside of you, legs shaking for the intensity of the pleasure now crossing his body.

He falls on the bed holding you tight for a couple of seconds before kissing you, inhaling sharply through his nose. He reluctantly pulls himself out of you and lays beside you, seeing a myriad of stars fluctuating on the ceiling.

“I thought you hated this position,” you say between stutter breaths, your hands limply resting on your womb.

“I'm changing my mind,” he replies slurrily, closes his liquid eyes and basks in the silence settling upon you. He is at peace with the world and himself, wrapped in the same, pleasant dizziness he feels when he's having a shitty day and you appear, brushing away every problem.

Just when he’s giving in to tiredness, you nuzzle on his tummy, placing soft kisses around his belly-button. A mild excitement brews in his stomach, and it turns into deep affection and warmth when it spreads to his heart, painfully throbbing against his ribcage as your damp feather-like touches climb up to his nipple.

Yoongi circles your shoulders with his arm, while the other hand searches for your own. Your fingertips graze the thin hair on his knuckles, your ear presses against his chest.

For a fleeting moment, he hopes that his heart could speak a kind of love Morse-code that only you could understand. But as he learned since a child, nothing is easy and you must fight for what you want so fuck off, he will have to say out loud that he loves you, ugh!

“Hey, I should probably thank you,” you suddenly say, snapping him back down to reality.

Yoongi smirks. “For making you come twice? You're welcome.”

Your airy laugh is muffled against his skin. “Yeah. And no. I… if it wasn't for you, I’d never gone to the auditions,” you explain, resting your chin on his chest. A small smile dances across your features when his bleary eyes meet yours. “There's something you told me the other night: ‘ do you still love to play the violin? If so, don't give a shit about fame. Go there and if you won't be chosen as first violin, you'd still be playing’. I thought a lot about it, and I love playing, I adore it… so, I tried.”

On the other side of the phone, your cracked voice hit him like stones against his face and from the number of small exhalations, he could perfectly understand how many tears you had shed before calling him and saying: “I give up” .

He stutters, his heart might explode into his chest. “I didn't do anything.”

You sigh. “You don't realize how much you do for me, mh?” your eyes become two sweet half-moons. “When you ask me to play something for you, when I'm studying and you take me company in silence, when you’re composing and you want my opinion,, when you say that you're proud of me… it's a pity you still don't understand how good you are to me, Yoongi-chi.”

Your spontaneous confession fades amidst the kisses you leave on the tensed muscles of his chest, but it doesn't forsake his mind.

He keeps a hand under his head, the other meanders lazily through your damp hair. He looks at you in the same surprised and fond way of many months ago, when he showed up here at 10:00 PM and you told him: “Dinner’s ready, why don't you take a shower first?” as if you did it a million times before.

Now that the effects of the orgasm are surrendering to the fatigue, Yoongi thinks: now, this is your chance, tell her!; but his reason clips his wings with a simple: it isn't necessary to say it out loud . C'mon, it's been two years that you go on with fucking, pillow talks, lazy blowjobs in the back of his car, everlasting phone calls, late night walks along the Han River, and cold dinners to the point where it has become redundant.

“What?” you ask, staring at his somber expression.

Yoongi shakes his head and gives you a small smile, tracing the line of your nose with his finger. He bends over and places a long kiss on your forehead, mumbling sweet nothings.

What’s the sense of explaining love? Love is love, and the one he feels for you goes beyond every word, skipped heartbeat or description.

Also today, he keeps it to himself.

●

Yoongi didn't think of it for quite some time. He was so focused on their comeback to completely forget that he'd like to scream “I love you ” at the top of his lungs as soon as you’re beside him.

But, now that he watches you observe in advance the small book contained in their album, while the songs he composed during the last sleepless months linger in your apartment, he feels those three little words jumping on the tip of his tongue like a trampoline.

Sat on the floor of your bedroom, Yoongi moves uncomfortably. He crosses his legs and interlaces his own fingers, wondering what you think of his tipsy rap in Dionysus , or his part in Home . The last time he felt so anxious, he gave you a long goodnight kiss in his car and you invited him to your place.

He followed you meekly without knowing what to expect, feigning a self-confidence betrayed by his sweaty hands and the jittery smile… and, well, everything went beyond his wildest fantasies. Sure, the clumsy gestures and broken breaths dancing on your mouth were there… but he would never have thought that that kiss on your doorstep could turn into something else.

Laying against the wall beside your bedroom door, his shaky hands running through your styled hair, you gave him one of the most mind-blowing blowjobs he's ever received.

The way your tongue moved, the way it wrapped him and lapped at it as if you were granting his last wish before disappearing from the Earth, the way you let yourself guide by every groan escaping from his mouth… Yoongi didn’t ask for it, you just went down as if it was natural for two people to have oral sex at their first date -and quite frankly, you had many and many unofficial first dates before this one- and he gladly lapsed into that brand-new intimacy.

He opened his eyes to ascertain this wasn't a figment of his imagination, he sank in your liquid eyes engulfing into his own, and he lost his lucidity on your pretty lips around his cock.

That night, Yoongi came hard and fast and you paid attention to swallow to the very last drop. Every. Single. One.

If someone had told him that from that deepthroat blowjob in your dim-lit living room, he would have spent all those days in which he needs to be just Min Yoongi here, he would have never believed it--!

“I love it,” your words break through his consciousness. “You've grown up so much, musically speaking. Oh God, you’ve gone so far since we had met, Yoongi-chi, I don't know where to start--”

You talk fast about his album, how much you like it, the amount of love you feel for their songs, and he remembers that you’ve been through weeks made of a couple of messages, missing calls, and you have patiently wait because you knew that his sacrifices would have brought him to the album now tight into your shaky hands.

Maybe this is the right moment to tell her.

Yoongi catches a breath, words climb up his throat.

However, you abruptly cup his face, and words roll back. The stars strewed into your eyes are the last thing he sees before your lips lay on his own; it’s a view that will give him solace when he'll be sleeping on a plane, when he’ll be in the car that will take them from the airport to the hotel, or when he'll feel a mild queasiness brewing into his stomach waiting in the backstage of the SNL.

He grips at your hair, his tongue caresses yours languidly, and he thinks that it's quite ironic and funny that at a moment like this “Make it right” is playing in the background.

You inch away, leaning your forehead against his own. “I’m so proud of you.” Your words are a barely whispered hush against his mouth and yet, they're powerful enough to generate that same earthquake he feels during a concert.

His round cheeks turn red as he softly chuckles. "I'm happy to hear it.”

But he is even happier that the girl he describes in his songs, the one he always wants to come back to is there, in flash and bones, into his arms.

●

Yoongi often wonders if you're tired of him.

Not of your Min Yoongi, who talks about Daegu with a layer of nostalgia wetting his eyes, the one spending hours to show you photos of his beloved Holly like a proud father, who holds your hand under the table, who recounted you every embarrassing bracket of his life, who uses the cold-shoulder when you piss him off, who watches NBA in your small living room while eating your popcorn; but rather the rapper and producer Min Yoongi who came from Daegu with a luggage full of dreams, who goes on stage and is welcomed by thunderous applause, who leaves from weeks or months, the guy full of fans, who can’t hold your hand while going out to not let them see that, actually, he’s already got someone precious beside him.

Everybody’s Min Yoongi, in other words.

His stare lays upon your side profile, pushed gently by that thought that doesn’t give him rest; sat next to him on the Big Hit’s building roof, you observe the dark sky that hasn’t been ripped up by colorful sparks yet, with that same small smile you gave him when he told you: “ You know we can’t go to the park to watch fireworks”.

“Are you cold?” you suddenly ask, sinking in his wide eyes. “You keep moving.”

He tights himself into your coat you wrapped around his shoulders. “No… I just gotta go back inside within five minutes.” He leans his head against the wall and repulses a curse that scratches his throat.

You pause, scrutinizing his somber expression; then, you deliver him a smirk, "They are enough." You stand up and crouch down across from him.

He knits his brows. "For what?"

"For this." You spread his legs, enough for you to find a spot.

He smirks, squeezing your hips. "Uh, a blowjob on the roof? This would be new."

"No..." you pat his knee, then you cuddle up and rest your head on his chest. You inhale sharply through your nose, enjoying the good sensation of his warm body against your own, crossed by a myriad of shivers. “Hey… are you getting tired of blowjobs, by chance? You sounded bored.” you ask seriously, twiddling with the creases of his gray sweater.

He arches a brow. “What’s with this bullshit now? You know I like them.” He wraps you into his arms and kisses you on the top of your head. “Are you tired of it?”

"I like doing them" you mumble, tracing the line of his collarbone with your index finger. “And it excites me to death,” you say, a silly confidence between two lovers who already know each other’s perversion without any awkwardness.

“I knew you were the perfect girl.” His throaty laugh fills the chilly air when you snap your tongue, and it’s incredible how Seoul seems a bit more livable just because your cheerful chuckle is now mixing with his own. “But, you see… if you’re tired of something, of me , just say it… I mean-- shit --” a light flush colors his cheeks as you lift your head up to stare at him goggle-eyed. “Like, I know you wanted to go outside so badly tonight and I--”

“What are you talking about? We’re already outside!” your stare embraces the whole roof before laying once again on his pout.

He snorts a laugh. “You know what I’m talkin’ about.” He gnaws at his bottom lip. “I sometimes think I’m a mess.”

You sigh heavily before putting yourself into a stretched position and turning to him, gripping on the collar of his sweater. “You aren’t a mess, you’ve never been. You’re just… different . In a very good way.” You look at his long, elegant fingers interlaced on his lap. “You should be at the studio right now, you’ve got so much work to do… and instead, you bought us take-away and decided to stay here with me, waiting for the fireworks to start… how could I grow tired of you?” you place a long kiss on the cold tip of his boopable nose. “To me, this is worth more than a billion dates in a park packed with people, or in a fancy restaurant.” The corners of your mouth quirk up as a light chuckle escapes from his lips.

Yoongi lowers his head in the crook of your neck, impeding you to see the sparks of water swimming in his eyes.

He feels weightless into your arms, with your hands stroking his nape and sliding through his purple hair, curling the locks. He gives a trail of kisses on your cleavage up to your jaw, staying inches away from your lips. Your breath is warm, it becomes one with his own, your eyes shine so bright he could get lost in their light, and he thinks that you look pretty good between his legs.

You look wonderfully in every inch of his existence, actually.

There hasn't been a day that he hasn’t thought about it, since he noticed he searched for every puerile excuse to make you become a constant of his routine.

A sudden pop, anticipated by a long whistle echoing into the distance, distracts you both from your ministrations.

“They started! Finally!” you turn, snuggling up to him.

The fireworks scratch the sky and you watch them as if he’s taken you to the Moon.

Yoongi presses his lips against your hair, whispers on it a barely audible “I love you” that fades in the loud explosions. He keeps kissing that soft spot, his fingers twiddling with your own before interlacing them.

"Mh, it’s late. You should go,” you say with a low voice, dizzy under his soft touches.

He pouts. "Five more minutes." He wraps you more into his arms, staring at the sky.

It always ends up like this, with you.

“Five minutes more, I won’t bother you,” he told you when he bumped into your bedroom by mistake more than two years ago, during that party that your roomie had given into your apartment; and they turned into two years of sheer happiness.

●

It’s a typical Saturday morning, with the slight difference that this is their first weekend off in months and Yoongi doesn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn.

He curls his nose, though, when beyond his blurry vision he reads a red 9:10AM on the alarm clock. Your clock, actually… next to his vibrating phone.

Oh, yeah… you came here, after the party they organized for finishing to shoot their new MV. You told him you preferred to not butt into something theirs but Hobi made you change your mind with a candid : “Are you joking, aren’t you? You and Suga Hyung have been together for two years now, you’re part of the family!”

And that simple sentence hit him like a train.

He’s been an asshole… he should’ve uttered those words that brought you to the Moon, not his friend. Even if you never talked about it, even if you never labeled your relationship, you’re together. You’ve a leading role in his life, you’re just a bit player.

You are his, and he is yours, just like many other couples all around the world.

He is your boyfriend .

That word makes him smile a little, but a weird anxiousness cripples out his heart.

He lazily reaches out his hand when his phone vibrates again: their Kakao chat is full of photographs taken last night as you were blind drunk, embarrassing videos that could ruin his bad-boy image if they’d ever end up in the wrong hands… and a gambling run by Jungkook on Yoongi’s case -you know, the one in which he tries to desperately tell you that he loves you.

He should be mad as fuck and instead, he chuckles a bit. Even his friends have understood that something was whirling into his mind, and he feels his heart exploding at the idea that they can read him like an open book without any sort of explanation.

Obviously, everybody takes for granted that he didn’t say it -except for Joonie, who firmly believes he confessed it as you were sleeping; and Taehyung, who puts his trust in him in such an utter way that Yoongi feels bad because, obviously, he didn’t say shit. Or he did. He can’t remember.

He remembers that suddenly, during the party, he felt the urge to stay alone with you. You were there, snuggled up to him on the sofa, laughing at Jin’s jokes, and he bent over you to whisper: “Let’s go home” - which is kind of funny because this isn’t his home, but only yours. It took you an eternity to go back by foot, your loud laughter broke the stillness of the night, and he could feel his friends' malicious stare boring through his skin the entire way even if they were miles away.

But once back in your bedroom, you didn’t do anything of what they were expecting.

He helped you to remove your smeared makeup, to put your pajamas on. He laughed until he cried during your no-sense conversations and you did the same. He prayed with every ounce of himself that this bubble of happiness won’t explode but he thought that a fucking “I love you” would actually crack it.

These three, terrifying little words would change everything.

He’s about to announce his defeat to his friends when a small detail catches his attention, something that has always been under his nose: your wardrobe, left ajar, from which a checkered sleeve of his shirt hangs loose.

Mindlessly, he stands up and approaches it to reveal what’s inside and that sight traps his breath into his lungs: beside your clothes, there are his own. He’s always known it, he’s been the one to leave them here since you told him: “I made some room for you in my wardrobe” … but he never really paid any attention to it.

And everything makes sense.

Yoongi knows nothing will change between the pair of you because it already did.

He leaves behind his shoulder that beautiful vision and walks into the kitchen, hit once again by the reality: he is scattered everywhere, in your house. He is in those furin he bought you during his last tour in Japan, now swinging in the breeze above your window; he is in those cans of his favorite beer next to the fridge, he is in the table set for two, and in the photographs he took while on tour and that you hung on your walls.

And when your stare engulfs into his own, when you deliver him a sleepy smile that makes his heart skip a beat, every grain of fear blows away from Yoongi’s body.

“Good morning!” you run the tip of your tongue on your mouth to brush away some drops of yogurt. “Are you hungry? I made some coffee if you--”

"I love you."

He says it so, with no cracks in his raspy voice, no throat constriction, no blush spreading from his bare chest to the tip of his ears, as if he told you every single morning before today.

Simple as it might be between two lovers.

And you stare back at him with a light smile, the sweetest fond eyes he’s ever seen but you don’t talk, not a word escapes from those lips he can recall the shape by memory.

He curls his fingers around the hem of his trousers. “S-shouldn’t you say something?”

You shrug. “I know.”

He arches a brow. "You know… since when?”

"Dunno, I just knew it. Maybe it’s been since you’ve stayed here on the weekends, when you come here at night instead of going back home, when you leave some clothes more into my wardrobe, or when you text me in the middle of your work to know if I’m doing fine. The small things you do to me tell me so.” Your smile turns into a smirk. “Or, maybe, since you’ve confessed it while I was giving you head in your studio.”

He feels weak in his knees when his brain finally metabolizes your last sentence. “You-you heard me!” he slams his arms against his sides, cursing with his Daegu accent that makes you tenderly smile. He plops down beside you, interlacing his fingers nervously. “Sorry, it mustn’t have been exactly a fairy-tale confession, saying it during an orgasm.” He rubs his wrinkled forehead, poking his tongue on his scarlet cheek.

You turn to him, head tilted to the side. “Me, giving head to the man I love after he finally came back home... it wasn't romantic? I hope you’re joking!"

A look of dismay cracks across Yoongi’s face. There are the butterflies taking flight into the pit of his stomach, the heart squealing and jumping around his tight ribcage as he acknowledges that you, indeed, love him. And he feels weightless, he feels as if the world is smiling through the radiating sun bathing your small room, and he is fine.

Yoongi is goddamn fine.

“You… love me.” He softly chuckles, he can’t help it. A giant smile blooms on his lips. “You should’ve told me earlier. I was so anxious, geez.”

“I thought you already knew it, so it wasn’t necessary.” You stare at him intensely, your face is graced by the most beautiful smile you’ve ever given him. “But I love you, Yoongi-chi, I really do.” Your eyes crinkle in the corners.

And Yoongi doesn’t get surprised at all because he himself has taken notice of the seriousness of your bond when everything has become natural: when you’ve started to put two cups and plates instead of one for breakfast, when he’s given you the passcode for his studio, when you’ve left him a portion of your wardrobe for his hoodies, boxers and socks; since you’ve filled your fridge with his favorite food, since you’ve told him that your apartment’s spare key is under the vase, and many other small things he’s taken for granted.

He goes back watching you, he cups your cheek with his hand and fondly smiles at you, before searching for your lips. “Yeah, I already knew it.”

His morning kiss is slow, languid. There’s no rush in the way his other hand rests on your hip and guides you toward him, in the way you sit on his lap and lay your hands on his back, curling your fingers around the fabric of his shirt. He knows this lazy touch of tongues won’t lead to a blowjob, to rough sex on your kitchen floor or dirty talk whispered in your ear, and it’s perfectly fine like this.

Yoongi enjoys the pure naturalness of this moment.

After all, you're just two typical people in love on a very typical Saturday morning.

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #yoongi smut #bts smut #bts yoongi #bts scenarios #yoongi fluff #yoongi ❤#fic: blow

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, soft drugs

Summary: Music was in charge of introducing them, in front of a piano they fell in love, and in front of it was their farewell. Min Yoongi, a low-income but talented pianist, and Emm, a wealthy and outgoing law student, did not hesitate to risk everything to pursue their dreams together. For years they grew up together and unconditionally loved each other until life's adversities forced them to break up. Ten years later, and in the most unexpected way, they meet again. Their loyal friends Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, and Jung Hoseok supported them before and will do it again without really knowing what the future had stored for them.

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Disclaimer: I named the female character Emmy (Emm for Yoongi 🥰) because it’s easier if we want to see Suga saying cute names (it’s sweeter than just Y/N, I think 😅) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea!

Chapter 1 - Crystal Snow

That winter the cold pierced the bones of those who dared to leave the comfort of their homes; however, not everyone had the privilege of staying in their residence with the heating on or sipping hot tea, some people had to go out to work and rely on the thickness of their clothes to withstand the low temperatures.

Min Yoongi was one of those unlucky individuals, and with the laziness and even pain that anyone could feel in a morning like that, he got out of bed ready to go to work. It was Thursday, he had no classes, so he worked from before the sun came up until his body gave out. First, he would have to spend part of the day in a radio booth, or at least that was what he wished. His job as an assistant forced him to do everything, and "everything" included even buying food and drinks from his bosses. In fact, he rarely worked directly with music, although he had entered there pursuing his dream of working in the music industry, the reality was different. Even further from his dream was his second job as a food delivery man, which was a nightmare in that winter in which with costs and he managed to stay warm enough to move. His third job was a little better, at least there was no risk of freezing to death since it was in a restaurant.

He tried to be as stealthy as possible, but upon reaching the kitchen, he found his roommate already awake.

"Good morning, Yoongi." Said a guy taller than Yoongi, with brown hair, and a friendly smile. “Do you still have time before you go? I'm finishing making breakfast, the coffee is almost ready, don't go out without eating again."

"This is a surprise; you never prepare breakfast. Why did you wake up so early? Do you have a rehearsal?"

"That's right, I'm the protagonist, I can't be late."

Kim Seok-jin was the name of his roommate, who was in the third year of his university studies. Since Jin was a kid, he had loved acting, as far as he remembered, he has always formed part of the theater club; therefore, it was not a surprise for his family when he decided to study dramatic arts.

After more than a year of living together, Yoongi was used to seeing Jim leave early to study his scripts; however, that morning was particularly early even for Jin.

“This damn cold won't let me sleep and I thought that if I cooked something it would warm me up, but the only thing that got warm was the room when I entered.” He joked laughing heartily, but because he laughed so much, he dropped the egg he was holding in his hand, making a mess in the kitchen.

"Take that as a divine sign to stop your lame jokes," Yoongi said helping him clean up. "Better sit down, I'll take care of breakfast today."

Jin beamed with delight at the thought of his roommate preparing the food. Truth be told, the two of them cooked deliciously and had come to an agreement to share all meals. While Yoongi was responsible of breakfast for being the first to wake up, Jin cooked dinner. However, almost every day before leaving home, Jin found that Yoongi had also prepared lunch and even packed it for him.

Yoongi was such a good cook that Jin had no regrets as he sat comfortably on the couch while his friend took care of the rest. Even though Yoongi had his back turned, he knew perfectly well what Jin was about to do and warned him to stop.

"Don't play with the guitar, last time you broke a string."

"It was unintentional, besides you didn't get mad at me." He said taking it anyway.

"The difference is that this time I don't have money to buy a new package of strings."

“Do they still not pay you on the radio? You work non-stop, you go every damn day and still don't get paid on time, you should find another job."

“The pay isn't bad.”

"The pay doesn't exist."

"Just don't play with the..."

Yoongi's words were interrupted by the scandal caused by the instrument hitting the ground. Jin had dropped it and while he apologized a thousand times and made sure there was no damage, Yoongi just took a deep breath and continued cooking. His patience was one of his greatest attributes, as well as the enormous musical talent he had with practically any instrument that fell into his hands.

"At least the strings are fine," Jin assured with a nervous laugh, but his friend didn't make a sound.

After a while, they both had breakfast in silence, or at least Yoongi tried to do it, for Jin kept talking and making those jokes that only he found funny.

As Yoongi was about to leave, Jin remembered something he would say to his friend earlier in the day, but he practically had to shout it out, as Yoongi had just put on his gloves to go out.

"Some friends invited me out tonight, will you join us?"

"I have to work."

"You can come later, I'm pretty sure we'll see the sunrise there."

“Why would I want to freeze when I could be in my room? I have classes early tomorrow.”

"You could socialize with the rest of the world like a normal person, you know, communicate with real people, not just with your piano and guitar." Yoongi ended up laughing and shaking his head negatively. “You better go, I'll be waiting for you! And as compensation for what happened today, I'll pay all you drink.”

"Are you sure that's a promise you want to make?"

"Damn, I forgot you're a sponge."

"What?"

"A sponge, yes, because of your ability to absorb alcohol."

Yoongi didn't finish listening to the rest when he had already closed the apartment door, it was too early to hear Jin's jokes.

That day everything went normally, Yoongi had to do a thousand things at once, so he barely had time to eat. Fortunately, in the evening his payment arrived; yet, his balance would considerably decrease, since not only did he have to pay half of the apartment's rent he shared with Jin, but he also owed the tuition for that semester. That's without counting what he would spend on food, there was little left at home.

A sigh escaped the musician's lips as he looked at how much money he had left free. "Well... let's continue, better days will come," he said to himself closing the bank application on his cell phone and getting on his motorcycle.

When he got home, he fell into his bed, Jin was not there, but he had the kind gesture of leaving dinner ready for him. It was typical of Jin, especially when he'd made a mistake, like hitting Yoongi's guitar earlier. That was how Yoongi was able to enjoy dinner, but suddenly he felt an enormous desire to drink something with alcohol.

"Shit," he said after making sure there were no more bottles of soju left in the apartment.

He remembered his friend's invitation. On another occasion, he would not have accepted, since spending his Thursday night in a crowded place was at the bottom of his favorite things to do. In addition, his social skills were not the best, he was an extremely quiet and introverted boy, most of the time his mind was lost in musical arrangements that he could make of all the compositions he had made. At first glance, he seemed like an indifferent and cold person, and although it was part accurate, the truth of the matter was that Yoongi had a very fixed goal in his life for years: he would succeed as a composer and live as comfortably as he had always dreamed of.

However, that night his appreciation for liquor made him leave his house again and go meet Jin.

After greeting Jin's noisy friends, Yoongi sat in a corner and, looking as nonchalant as ever, began to drink. The musician did not pay any attention to what was happening at the table, his mind and eyes were outside the bar, thinking about how to convince the radio people to let him work with the music mixes. He had already tried but had only managed to get his bosses to send him for more coffee. Yoongi was used to it, it wasn't the first time he had been told no or his job was rejected, but his disciplined and hard-working nature, plus the armor he had created from so much rejection wouldn't let him give up.

“So, how was your day? I was sure you would end up coming.” Jin said handing him another drink.

"As always." He said taking the glass, but suddenly he coughed in such a way that his friend looked at him worried.

"You're still sick, you should get some rest."

“Says the same person who’s serving me alcohol.” The musician joked.

“Yoongi, why don't you ever listen? You can't go to work like this."

"It's no big deal." He assured.

"If it's nothing, then you might be interested in meeting a friend." Jin raised his eyebrows gracefully. "At 3:00."

"Huh?" Yoongi asked making a sound.

“I already told you, 3:00”

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about, Jin." Yoongi was about to continue looking out the window when Jin laughed and hit him on the shoulder.

"You're so funny! I'm telling you it's the girl sitting on the other side of the table, the one with the short hair."

"Forget it, the last time you introduced me to one of your friends she chased me not only to work, but I couldn't go to the park to train because she was there."

"That's because of your fatal charm." He said pushing him again and making Yoongi regret leaving the house. "Come on! What can go wrong? I mean, after Yujin, any date will be a good anecdote."

Yoongi didn't need to say anything, just with the gaze he gave his friend and how he looked at the window again, Jin understood that he didn't want him to keep bothering him.

As he continued to drink in silence and watch the snow fall, Yoongi spotted a couple. It was a thin boy dressed extravagantly, his winter clothes were so colorful that he ended up catching Yoongi's attention. To tell the truth, the musician ignored if it was the clothes or the fact that the boy had stopped and started dancing in a very funny way. Yoongi thought that he had gone crazy until the girl who accompanied him imitated him and danced the same way. The musician could not see the girl's face, but he was amused to see that strange couple, he ended up laughing from his chair, it was more than evident that these two did not care what people thought, much less didn't mind being ridiculous, apparently, they were having a great time, the boy's laughter was even louder than Jin's.

When they finally stopped dancing, the girl turned around and took off the hat she wore for the cold. Her long dark hair fell freely on her shoulders, despite getting it wet from the snow, the girl didn't seem to care, she hadn't stopped laughing and looking at the boy who was with her. From where he was, Yoongi admired her face, or at least what the distance allowed. He was struck by how authentic her smile looked, in fact, it was the first time he had seen someone smiling with something other than their lips, everything from that girl emanated joy.

“Yoongi, you came!” said a male voice and soon the musician felt a pat on his back.

“Namjoon? What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“What am I doing here? Jin invited me, didn't you read the messages? I said they gave me the night off because of the snow.” He clarified sitting next to his friend.

Yoongi turned back to the window, just for a second, but the couple was gone.

"Well, what are we drinking today?" Namjoon asked with a smile.

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Despite having spent some quality time with his friends, Yoongi came home that night and couldn't sleep well, because although he had pretty thick skin when it comes to criticism and life's adversities, the truth was that on certain days it wasn't so easy to handle how difficult it was to create his own path. Sometimes Yoongi wondered if everything he was doing would be worth it and if he would ever be successful, but when he realized the kind of thoughts he was having, and when he felt the threatening shadow of anxiety approaching like a stealthy enemy, the musician tried to think of something else, and if he couldn't, he ended up composing music or writing songs. After all, if there was one thing Yoongi feared more than not being successful, it was the havoc that anxiety could wreak on him.

As expected, that night he did not rest well. The next morning, Yoongi left again extremely early, but seeing that his motorcycle had no gas, he decided that it would be better to walk, at least if he walked, he would warm up and forget about the cold. Obviously, that was not the case, and he was freezing while walking.

A few streets before reaching college, he passed a music store that he used to visit, or rather admire, at least once a week. Yoongi could see through the window a piano that he dreamed of buying, his was not so new, besides the wood was not of the best quality, even so, he had a special affection for it because it was the first significant investment he made. However, he couldn't help but wish the one looking out the window, it was simply beautiful, unlike his brown tone, the one in the store was totally black with certain silver details that Yoongi loved. Unfortunately, the piano was worth a fortune, and he carried more important debts, so he sighed and continued his way. Once he was successful, the first thing Yoongi would do would be to buy it.

A few minutes later, Yoongi was entering the music department of his university. Being so early, no one else was there, just an old janitor, who was used to seeing him at that hour. Since his first year, the boy had been taking advantage of the fact that the practice rooms were empty during the mornings.

"Kid, there's not even natural light," commented the janitor when Yoongi greeted him with a kind smile.

"The earlier the better"

"Go in there, I just finished cleaning for you, I assumed you would come early again."

With a slight nod, Yoongi thanked, but before leaving, he took out something from his backpack and offered it to the man.

"I made soup"

Touched by the gesture, the old man put down his cleaning supplies and smiled at Yoongi. "You're going to spoil me, what am I going to do when you graduate and stop bringing me breakfast?"

"We'll worry about that later." Yoongi commented with a wave of his hand before entering the practice room.

"Wait, wait! Aren't you going to join me?"

"I need to practice"

"Oh, come on, it'll be just a couple of minutes, I'm starving."

Since there was no one else there at that time, there was no problem in going into another room so that the old man could eat.

As always, what Yoongi had cooked was mouthwatering and in a matter of minutes, everything was gone. However, although Yoongi kept doing the same thing every day and pretended that he wanted to be alone, he really enjoyed those little moments in the morning when he talked to the janitor. Maybe it was the fact that he reminded him a bit of his father, or that the old man had a very warm personality, whatever the reason, Yoongi had a close friendship with him.

"Still can't find a better job?"

"Everything remains the same. But it's okay, it's a matter of being patient."

"Sure, you're young, you can say that. Although you don't think like a young boy, you're an old man trapped in a body of a cool musician. Is that why you're growing your hair out? If you continue like that, you're not going to find a girlfriend." He said pointing to Yoongi with his index finger and making him laugh. "But you know what? Girls like bad boys, and you have that vibe."

"Did you make me stay just to talk about my hair?"

"Hair is always important, kid, one bad hair day and everything goes wrong." That comment made Yoongi laugh even harder. "But tell me, have you thought about the offer the director made you? If you teach others, you’ll earn good money. He's even offering you to be an assistant, in all my years working here, I've never heard of anyone being offered that. It is the students who beg for that opportunity."

"You know I don't want to teach, I don't want to work with others, I prefer to do it by myself."

"Are you gonna continue singing the same song, kid? Don't be foolish and stubborn, that won't do you any good. It's too hard to do everything alone, you have to accept help and don't be proud."

"Harabeoji, it's not a matter of pride."

Look, what happened to you is..."

"Well, time to go," the musician interrupted getting to his feet. "I need to practice before I go to work."

"Oh, no! You're not doing the same again, come back here."

"Close the windows of the rooms you need to clean, this winter is not a joke. The last thing you want is pneumonia, if they hospitalize you, I won't be able to bring you food."

As Yoongi walked out the door, the janitor yelled, "And cut that hair, you can almost braid it!"

With a grin on his face at the old man's insistence on his hair, Yoongi headed to the rehearsal room. He could spend hours when he was in front of a piano, really in front of any instrument, but the piano will always have a special place in Yoongi's life. Hence, it was no wonder that he had to run out of the practice room when he realized he was late for work. If all went well, the shift would end early, so he could practice a little more. Normally, he would do it at home, but his piano had been sounding different and he had to send it in for repair.

Yoongi couldn't even suspect what his long hours of practice in that class had done to someone, but he would know soon enough.

To be continued... 🐱

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Yoongi Drabble

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (Gender Neutral pronouns) Fandom: BTS Warnings: Soulmate!AU; Slight cursing. Genre: Fluff, angst Word Count: 954 Author's note: I was inspired by @krreader's reaction on their soulmate!au. Please be kind to me, I haven't written anything in about 5 to 7 years. Any constructive criticism is welcome :) I was also inspired by the edit for "Project Pluto" by Rex Orange County that is for Fruits Basket. I love Fruit Basket, you guys....

I sigh as I lay myself down on the bed, thinking of what could happen once my eyes are closed. What will we do? Where will we go? I inhaled and sighed heavily as I closed my eyes. I touched the soft satin beneath me with my feet trying to find comfort on the sheets of my bed. Every time we see each other, I see the sadness in their eyes, but all I know is that they just want someone to be there for them, and it’s frustrating that I can’t be there as I want. Y/N is a very special name, that I don’t think I will ever find them. We meet each other in our dreams, and when they whisper my name, I feel my insides burn with happiness. Everyone says my name, heck, everyone knows my name at this point in my life. Min Yoongi. However, it’s different when they say it, somehow, my name feels special when they say it. I am no longer, BTS’ Suga, or Agust D, or producer Min Yoongi, I’m just me and to them, that seems to be enough. I am enough. I’m content with waiting for our meeting, but I can tell it’s taking a toll on them. I remember holding their hand as tears fell down their eyes, them smiling telling me that they don’t mind waiting, but at this point, I know them. They don’t want me to worry about them, but I want to worry, I want to hold them and tell them that it’s okay, we’ll see each other again, in our dreams.

“Again?” I heard Hoseok say and I nodded in response as I woke up and wiped my eyes filled with tears while sitting up. I heard him sigh and sit next to me. “Why’re they so sad?”, I shake my head and tell him “It’s not sadness… It’s longing…” I looked at my hands and felt tears on my eyes. “I-… I long for them too… It’s unbearable… It’s unfair… I know they’re not in our world, and I guess that’s why they constantly cry, because they believe we will never happen.” Hoseok’s eyes sadden; his mouth slowly turns into a soft yet hopeful smile, “Maybe you’ll meet them as a translator. They said that they wanted to work as that, right?” I sighed and shook my head in response, Hoseok’s smile flattening slowly as I begin to talk “… They’re moving back to being a teacher again, they told me that the kiddos make them happy. Says that they feel like they’re helping create change within the classroom and into the world” I cover my mouth and smile softly, thinking of how they smiled when they said that to me in our dreams. It’s one of the things I take with me when I wake up, their smile. Hoseok sighed and tapped the side telling me we should get ready for our schedule. I nodded and got up so I could get ready for yet another day at work.

After a long day of work, I felt my eyes get heavy and slowly found myself drifting from a rather quiet back to the dorms to in front of a door. A door that my dream-self is all too familiar with. I opened the door to my shared apartment with them and make my way into our bedroom, where I knew they spent most of their time in. When I opened the door, I see them wearing one of my favorite hoodies, laying on their tummy as they seem to play with their phone. I sighed softly, while smiling and make my way towards them. I hug them from behind and hold them tight, bringing them to lay on their side. At first, their body stiffened then relaxes as they lean into my hug. “I long for you too…” I whispered near their ear as I nuzzle my face on the back of their hair, trying to capture their scent, so I could take it with me on my waking life. “I love you… I love you, just as you are. Just being here, staying is enough for me. Your presence in my mind is enough for me. I know I don’t remember your face when we wake up and that you remember everything when you wake up… but please… Wait. I’ll figure it out, I promise”. I feel their body slowly turn towards mine, the soft ruffle of the sheets, the soft scent of lavender, I take everything in. I felt at peace as they hugged my neck and held me close. I felt warm, comforted, this… This is home. “I love you too, just as you are, Yoongi. Please don’t forg-“

“Yoongi, wake up.” I heard as I was shaken awake and opened my eyes. Shit… In the end, I tried to stay strong and pretend that I’m fine with waiting for us to meet, but slowly, it’s getting harder and harder for me to pretend. The thing is, just as they long for me, just as they want to be there for me, listen to me and stay with me, I want to do the same as soon as possible, and I can’t pretend anymore with thinking that I’m content with just seeing them in my dreams. I can’t pretend that their feelings don’t mirror mine. I hate this too, (Y/N) … I miss you… I stood up to get out of the van and sigh heavily. I close my eyes and head to my room, falling in my bed again, the soft pillows caressing my cheeks; the soft scent of lavender hitting my nose. I sighed and longed for a sooner meeting.

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Masterpost

Here's the masterpost for all the writing that has been posted. I am aware some of the links for OFF lead to another blog, that is intentional as it is my other blog. The ones marked with an * will do that. This list will be updated regularly.

Last updated: 06/01/2023

Batter:

The Batter and the Music Box*

Reader Feeding Batter Fruit*

Batter Getting a Taste of Reader’s Lip Balm*

Cuddling with Batter*

General Cuddling HCs for the Batter*

Batter and Zacharie Seeing Reader’s Face for the First Time*

Batter and Elsen with a Reader Who Can Shapeshift Their Limbs Into Those of an Animal*

Batter and a Clumsy Reader*

Batter and Zacharie With a Short Reader (NSFW)

Reader Banging Batter and Zacharie Into a Wall (NSFW)

Batter with an Immortal Reader

Reader Singing Batter a Lullaby*

Batter Being a Dad to a Nice Spectre*

A Puppet and His Strings (NSFW)

Reader with a Fear of Heights

Filaments of a Vast Heaven (NSFW)

Overworked Batter

Batter with a Reader who is Afraid of Rollercoasters

Batter Fearing for Player’s Life*

Mental Link between Batter and Reader (NSFW-ish)

Mental Link - Silly Version

Batter with a Cat!Reader*

Batter with a Feral Reader

Batter with a YouTuber!Reader Playing OFF

Batter Trio and Reader Cuddling for Warmth*

Swap AU*

Poly Relationship with Batter and Zacharie*

Pacifist!Reader Breaking their Vow for Batter and Zacharie

Reader Shifting

Batter with a Reader capable of Flight*

(Swap AU) Silly Swap Stories*

Batter with a Doting Reader*

Love at First Sight*

Species (?) Swap (Swap AU)*

C/S/R!Batter and Reader Sharing their Dreams*

Ghost!Reader*

Batter with a short Reader

Batter Carrying Reader

Dog!Batter

Yandere Batter and Zacharie

Batter and Zacharie with a Tall Reader

Batter, Elsen and Guardians with a Cyberpunk Cyborg Reader

Tall Player Cuddling with Batter and Zacharie

Reader Giving Batter Kisses

Judge:

Personality Swap (Swap AU)*

Species (?) Swap (Swap AU)*

Ghost!Reader*

Zacharie:

Batter and Zacharie Seeing Reader’s Face for the First Time*

Batter and Zacharie With a Short Reader (NSFW)

Reader Banging Batter and Zacharie Into a Wall (NSFW)

Poly Relationship with Batter and Zacharie*

Pacifist!Reader Breaking their Vow for Batter and Zacharie

Personality Swap (Swap AU)*

See You Again*

Species (?) Swap (Swap AU)*

Ghost!Reader*

Yandere Batter and Zacharie

Batter and Zacharie with a Tall Reader

Tall Player Cuddling with Batter and Zacharie

Dedan:

Dedan with a Funny and Handsome S/O*

Dedan Meets The Priest*

Personality Swap (Swap AU)*

Species (?) Swap (Swap AU)*

Batter, Elsen and Guardians with a Cyberpunk Cyborg Reader

Dedan with a Sweet Reader

Japhet:

Personality Swap (Swap AU)*

Species (?) Swap (Swap AU)*

Japhet being Pampered by the Player

Giving Japhet Affection

Batter, Elsen and Guardians with a Cyberpunk Cyborg Reader

Enoch:

Personality Swap (Swap AU)*

Species (?) Swap (Swap AU)*

Spending the Day with Enoch

Batter, Elsen and Guardians with a Cyberpunk Cyborg Reader

Romantic Headcanons with Enoch

Queen/Vader Eloha:

Cuddling Headcanons

Batter ↔️ Queen (Swap AU)

Sucre/Suga

Cuddling with Sucre

Elsen:

Batter and Elsen with a Reader Who Can Shapeshift Their Limbs Into Those of an Animal*

Elsen With a Hivemind Crush on the Reader*

Elsen Giving Reader Nicknames*

Reader Giving Elsen Some Kissies*

Personality Swap (Swap AU)*

Elsen with a Player that Likes to Pick them up*

Reader Kissing Elsen and Teaching Them Good Coping Mechanisms

Batter, Elsen and Guardians with a Cyberpunk Cyborg Reader

Continue/Stop/Rise:

Reader Hugging Ghost Batter to Cool Down*

Batter Trio and Reader Cuddling for Warmth*

General Cuddling Headcanons for Ghost Batter and Bad Batter*

C/S/R!Batter and Reader Sharing their Dreams*

Batter Trio Transported to Reader's World

Batter Trio in a Cyberpunk World

Miscellaneous

OFF x Undertale Crossover

Human!Add-Ons

"Babygirl" Meme with Human!Alpha and Batter

OFF with a Sentient AI Reader

#masterpost #cherry chats

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ggukkiereads · 4 years

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hi hii I was wondering if you had any taekook x reader fics ? 🙈 , also wondering if I could I go as 🗯 anon if that's okay? I love ur recs so much and ur page is a LIFESAVER , ily bae <3

🌷 Dear 🗯️ anon! I am sorry for answering so late. My drafts are all messed up but I was able to focus on this. On my 📍 pinned post, I actually asked if you meant love triangles or MMF smut but you didn't reply. So, I'll just put both =)

Enjoy! Much love and credit goes to all these wonderful writers who brought these fics to life 💖🥳

TaeKook Fics (Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook)

Love Triangle/s

M/M/F Smutty One Shots/Series

#ReadwithMe (fics in my reading queue/planning to read)

Love Triangle

All I Want @ardentlyjae - series [6/6] | 126k | War AU, Soldier!Taehyung | Heavy Angst, S

I actually read this on AO3 but I realized it’s on tumblr too. I remember this fic every time I hear Kodaline’s All I Want, which the fic was inspired by

Anima Meaology @arckook - series [5/5] | 26k | Soulmate AU, soulmate glitch (those with mismatched tattoos on their wrist) | A, F

I read this long ago on AO3 when I had this soulmate AU-fixation phase and I saw it on tumblr recently. Just had to read it again 🥺

Aquarium, Part 2 @whatifyoulivelikethat - two shot | 6.9k | cheating/infidelity, healing/comfort, second chances | A, F

I really like this comfort fic 🥰. Also shows that people deserve second chances, even the person who caused so much hurt. Screamed about it here and here

Change @junghelioseok - series [10/10] | 39.2k | a kind handsome stranger (Taehyung) makes you question your deteriorating relationship (Jungkook) | A, S, F

can I just say that Taehyung is such a sweetheart here 🥰? I always envision Paris Taehyung 2018 in this

Everything Goes @jamaisjoons - one shot | 24k | Fuckboy!Taehyung, Bestfriend!Taehyung, Stranger!Jungkook, unrequited love | A, S (really angsty)

First Light @inktae - one shot | 24k | Bestfriend!Taehyung, Masked Jungkook who can’t seem to leave the forest, Fantasy AU, based on hotarubi no mori e | F

If you’ve seen my fic recs list, inktae is always part of my recs. The way they write is just emotionally and visually haunting. Their works are just masterpieces. This is beautifully heartbreaking and heartbreakingly beautiful.

House of Cards @aiimaginesbts - series [10/10] | 40k | infidelity au, taehyung in an arranged marriage with someone else, roommate Jungkook | A, S, F

don’t we all want to have a roommate like Jungkook who will be there to comfort you over your heartbreak over someone else?

Stealing the Bite by wildernessuntothemselves - series [6/6] | 37k | witch!reader x werewolf!taehyung x vampire!jungkook, supernatural au, fantasy au | S, A

I mentioned before that some are divided re the ending, so I wonder what’s going to be the reactions of others

The Muse @daddychims - one shot | 30k | Author!Reader, Bestfriend!Taehyung, Fuckboy!Taehyung, Coworker!Jungkook, Taehyung offered OC to watch him have sex with another so she could write an erotic scene | S, A, F

The Universe of Us (read on mobile) @/taesthetes (officially closed her account) - one shot | 21k | Dream AU, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Kimi no Nawa-inspired | F, A

I am never going to shut up about this fic lol. It’s not exactly a love triangle, ugh hard to explain but please read this wonderful fic. Check their other KTH x R x JJK soulmate fic Cloud Ten too.

When You Least Expect @johobi - series [12/14 + drabble] | 118k | Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, Childhood Friend Taehyung, set up with another guy (Jungkook) | S, A, F

ugh, I want to put another tag about Jungkook but I guess it’s a surprise. I just love the drama 🍿

🌷 I’m forgetting two more fics but I’ll update this once I remember. I haven’t read recently released fics too! I’ll add if there are good ones that come along

MMF Smutty One Shots/Series

A Piece of You @httpjeon - one shot | 13.9k | abo dynamics, camboy AU, camgirl AU, fan jungkook joins the cam session | S, F

All’s Fair @kimvtae - one shot | 13k | soulmate AU, college AU, dating Taehyung for a year but different name (Jungkook) showed up on OC’s wrist (lol it’s not a problem if you can get them both) | S

Blacklisted @/httpjeon - one shot | 21k | dom/sub AU, CEO AU, “after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men” | A, F, S

Business @btssmutgalore - two shot | 28.9k | executive!reader, inventors/start-up owners taekook | S (seriously, how could I have missed including this here)

Dulce Periculum @forgottenpasta - two shot [2/2] | 16k | Hybrid AU, Tiger Hybrid!Tae, Owner!Reader, Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook | S, A, F

Easy Like Sunday Morning @ofsugakookies - one shot | 11.8k | boyfriend AU (yes, both of them), dom!taehyung, sub!jungkook | S, PWP

It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - two shot [2/2] 11.6k | Hybrid AU (dog hybrids) | S, A (side note: I realized I’ve read all of their fics! give their masterlist a try)

Just Kidding @/whatifyoulivelikethat - series [5/?] | 21.1k+ | nympho OC, friend Taehyung, tae’s roommate Jungkook | S, kinda F, crack

this is actually fun 😊; and the episodes are written in a drabble-ish sort of way so you won’t feel like it needs to be updated to get the story moving. It’s basically just reading fun scenarios of nympho OC and these two satisfying her needs *wink wink

Not So Digital @jiminables - sequel to Digital Boy | 2.7k | camboy!taehyung, bestfriend!jungkook, short mxm | S, slight F

Playing to Win @tayegi - one shot | 8.6k | FWB AU (tae), sort of enemies to lovers (jungkook), TaeKook (mxm), originally Taehyung x OC (fwb) | S

okay this is one of my favorites! I’m amazed at how the power dynamics were written. Taehyung seems a dom with OC but with Jungkook he is all soft and sub; then, there’s that dynamic between Jungkook and OC who disliked each other originally. I just found the shifting so interesting and the writer was able to display these changes in dom/sub behavior among the three characters really well

Pour Up @jungkxook - one shot | 14k | fuckboy AU, fratboy AU (applies to two of them), one sassy OC, one kind of jealous Koo | S (thank you dear author for reposting this! 🥰)

Shhh @bang-tan-bitches - drabble (with OT7 sequel) | 2.7k | PWP (just pure hot imagine)

Shameless @imaginethisbts - one shot | 5.1k | established relationship (jungkook x oc), Taehyung’s POV, exhibitionism | S (not exactly threesome, because JK and OC are just doing it in front of people, Taehyung had a bit of action in the end)

Sugar & Spice @divine-bangtan - one shot | 20.8k | Kiki’s Delivery Service!AU, Baker AU, Noona AU, Assistant!Jungkook, Rich!Taehyung, pining Koo, a bit of M x M | S, F, A (it’s all good everyone ends up happy 😊)

Sugar and Spice @sunkissedjk - two shot [2/2] | 8.6k | Your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar (jjk) or spice (kth) | S

ugh this is such an indulgent imagine. If taekook are your friends and they help you decide what type of sex you prefer through a demonstration, wouldn’t you want for multiple demos before deciding? *wink wink

Sacrilegious @therealmintedmango - part of the Gods and Monsters series | 15.6k | Demon!Jungkook, Fallen Angel!Reader, God!Taehyung | S (so sinful 😈💦)

Sweat Pea @nitaescence - series [10/10] | 63k | DDLG!AU, caregiver!jungkook, caregiver!taehyung, little!oc | S, F, A

so I’m glad there was an ask about caregiver!jungkook because I remembered this. I actually checked if there’s a follow up drabble because the ending is open to any interpretation so I’m curious how other readers interpreted it

051 + Scum’s Wish @scriptmin - one shot | 3k | bestfriend!jungkook, pining!oc (unrequited), rebound!taehyung | S, A

it’s actually kind of sad 😭 but I added this because it's good to have variety. Not all smutty pieces will be a happy one

Tattooed Two @/httpjeon - one shot | 8.5k | tattoo artist AU, boyfriend Jungkook joined by his bestfriend Taehyung | S, F

The Doms Next Door @tatertotthethot - series [3.1/?] | 33.8k+ | BDSM AU, Poly, Neighbor AU, Tattoo Artist AU | S

I really love this series. It’s so funny too, I remember Jimin here - he’s THAT bestfriend you want to have. PLUS TaeKook are absolutely hot. If you're not interested in being a sub or partaking in bdsm, you will reconsider

The Hush Series @suga-kookiemonster - two shot [2/2] | 16.9k | coworker’s friends TaeKook, sort of E2L (Jungkook), dom!taehyung, a bit of voyeurism | | S

okay, I really like author’s writing. It can be about sinful delicious smut scenes but I noticed the members always have this developed characterization. I actually find Taehyung so adorably charming - makes me wonder if irl tae is secretly sinful too behind that sweetness lol

Thic Trilogy @btsinned - series [3/7] | 37k+ | CEO AU, Hybrid AU, College AU, Chubby!Reader | S, F, A

🌷 I’m throwing in fics in my reading queue #ReadwithMe

Attitude Adjustment @s0seo - one shot | 11.8k | Roommate AU | S

Chain Reaction @kissmetae - one shot | 3.2k | boyfriend Taehyung and friend Jungkook helping OC relax | S

Cherry @kpopstories - series [4/?] | 29k+ | college AU, fuckboy AU, love triangle | A, S, F (this is part of my ongoing reading list)

Cobalt Blue @hauntedlilies - one shot | 11.3k | artist AU, “you asked Jungkook to draw you like one of his french girls” | S

When You’re Mad @honeyj00ns - one shot | 3.8k | established relationship (boyfriend Jungkook), enemies to lovers Taehyung, Taehyung is JK’s bestfriend, Christmas AU, College AU| S

Madam Cupcake @craztextae - series [6/?] | 69.2k+ | Sugarbaby AU, Idolverse, idol!jungkook meets OC through an app called “sugarmamas(.)com” | S, F

Player Two @minjoonalist - one shot | 10.6k | Gamer!Jungkook, Boyfriend!Jungkook, Boyfriend!Taehyung, Brat!Reader | S

Tag Team @goodnight-tae - one shot | 5.2k | stripper AU, TaeKook are roommates and friends who share most things 😉 | S, PWP

Whoa @bangtanlalaland - one shot | 4.7k | skater!taehyung, 1970s AU, coworker!jungkook | S, PWP, Crack

posted: 2021 March 12; updated: 2021 May 12

link to other fic recs here

feel free to recommend a fic

#🌷 chats #taekook x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic recs #taehyung fic recs #taekook smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #ggukkiereadingcollection #🗯 anon #asks #bts x reader #bts smut

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Lifetime of Love

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Overstimulation, Mythology AU, Demi-God!Suga

Prompt: Mythology

Summary: As the son of Aphrodite, Suga knows more than most when it comes to beauty and love. But knowledge and experience are two very different things. OR Suga finds true love.

A/N: This is my contribution for the HQHQ NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora

Being the son of Aphrodite has its perks. Even as just a demi-god, Suga is borderline ethereal, naturally drawing men and women to him with his dazzling silver hair, enthralling hazel-brown eyes, and coquettish charm. It’s effortless, the way he wakes up looking just as radiant as ever, the way his hair is naturally shaped and styled even after tossing and turning in bed. Clothing is just a technicality, just fabric he wears to not risk indecent exposure. Why waste time and effort thinking of putting an outfit together when he could wear a burlap sack and still have admirers flock to him?

It’s not a bad life and he knows others stare at him with envy, wondering what it’s like to be so beautiful, so loved, so wanted, so desired. Never an off day. Never a hair out of place. And truth be told, maybe more of his mother runs in him than he likes to admit, if the swell of pride and satisfaction he gets from having everything in life handed to him on a silver platter is anything to go by.

Life is easier for beautiful people. It’s a hard pill to swallow for the masses, but a reality that Suga has no qualms taking advantage of. After all, he might as well get some benefit from being a goddess's son, even if his mother and him don’t always see eye to eye.

Suga can appreciate beauty and love. Aphrodite has taught him to have an eye for the finer things in life. He’s not stubborn enough to deny that he enjoys waking up entangled in silk and satin sheets, surrounded by a beautifully decorated apartment, to reject the ecstasy he feels when he has one or more playmates in his bed.

But love of the flesh is different than love of the heart, and he wonders, despite how blasphemous it is to question a deity, if his mother truly understands what love is.

Aphrodite’s love is a seemingly fleeting and fickle thing, a fire that blazes bright and strong, only to burn out just as quickly as it had risen. And he judgmentally watches as she bounces from man to God to man to God again and again, grimacing whenever he meets his “family”, knowing how she’s slept with most of the other gods in Olympus.

He has no doubt that in her own way, she truly has loved each entity she’s slept with. But he wants something different, something less promiscuous, something less shallow. He wants true love, a love rooted in something much deeper than superficial appearances, a love rooted in a connection of souls, a love rooted in the bond of two people truly seeing and knowing each other’s flaws and strengths, yet still determinedly pursuing each other.

So he steadfastly continues on, searching for the one.

There’s no end to the line of people who practically throw themselves at his feet, desperate for a chance to catch his attention. He goes on endless dates, entering and leaving countless relationships. Some attempts are longer than others. Some partners have hope churning inside of him, have hazel-brown eyes sparkling in interest. But in the end, they’re all the same and the flutters of his heart become anchors of disgust inside of him when he sees their leering eyes, the lust driving their actions, the way they never see past his handsome face and attractive body.

No one sees Sugawara Koushi. They only see the body of a man literally blessed by the gods.

Maybe it was naive of him to believe that he knew more about love than the goddess of love herself. Maybe sleeping around with other attractive bodies is all his life will amount to, can amount to. And as he watches the people around him break-up, divorce, chase after some happy ending that seems more and more unattainable, he gives up his rose-colored dream of a fairytale romance.

But life has a funny way of dropping something in your lap just when you’ve given up all hope.

Aphrodite had not been amused when Suga had told her he was going to be a teacher at a local elementary school in the countryside. Children and parental instincts have never been her forte, and he remembers the long winding back and forths they had as she implored for him to rethink his decisions, flaunting modeling and acting opportunities in his face, anything to have his handsome face plastered on televisions and magazines.

But he had remained steadfast in his decision and she had finally relented, shaking her head and letting him know that she’d be ready to help him when he’s done wasting his gifts and time.

“You’re only part-god, Koushi. Your beauty will only last so long.”

He knows there’s no malice behind the words. It’s just a cold hard fact, a reminder. And he simply nods in response, secretly wondering if that would be so bad, letting age take its toll and put him on the same playing field as the rest of the world.

But he has years before he crosses that bridge and he dedicates himself to finding fulfillment in life by caring for and teaching the children in his class. A megawatt smile spreads across his face as he watch them play and excitedly call his name, politely ignoring his fellow teachers who parade themselves in front of him for an ounce of his attention, never entertaining the married mothers of his students who try to lavish him with unnecessarily exuberant gifts and woo him with fluttering lashes.

It’s a tiring never-ending dance, so when he hears about the arrival of a new female colleague, he internally sighs, no doubt in his mind that you’ll be just like the rest. So imagine his surprise when you just casually smile at him when you’re introduced, no interest in your eyes, no lingering gaze, before turning your attention away from him without a second glance back.

He wonders if it’s a fluke, hopes and prays that it isn’t. It’s almost comical, complete insanity, how his heart races, his eyes blow wide, just from your sheer nonchalance. And for the first time, it’s Suga who’s left wistfully staring as his eyes trail after your figure even long after you’ve turned the corner of the hallway.

He’s seen his mother’s work, seen the way humans pursue their love interests with almost fanatical effort. But he had never understood, not until now.

It’s an intoxicating feeling, addictive, the thrill of the chase energizing him in a way he’s never felt before. It’s hard, meticulous work finding reasons to visit your classroom, finding ways to weave himself in conversations you’re a part of. But it’s always worth it when he sees the genuine fondness in your eyes, the way you look and really see him, the way you care about the man underneath the shiny facade, in a way no one ever has before.

And when the two of you go out for a friendly lunch one day, when you order his favorite dish that he’s only briefly mentioned to you once in passing, without even missing a beat, his heart stops. It’s something no other partner has bothered even taking note of, too busy trying to impress him with high-end meals and fine dining. And just like that, he blurts out his confession, heart hammering, fingers nervously twitching as he awaits your response.

For many years to come, the two of you will debate whether or not that lunch counts as your official first date as a couple.

Dating you is everything he’s dreamed of and more. And for once, Suga feels like just another regular man, a normal human being as he holds your hand in his, giggling and sharing stories, feeding each other bites of food, lazing around on his sofa watching TV.

But as a romance movie runs in the background and the main couple kisses after the male lead raves about how stunning his lover is, he turns his attention to you, curiosity nagging at him, a tiny tendril of lingering fear squirming inside of him.

“What do you like about me?”

There’s silence as you owlishly blink and look up at him, surprise and confusion flitting across your face as you try and process where this question is coming from. But when you see the worry, doubt, and insecurity muddling your boyfriend’s eyes, you interlace your fingers with his and cuddle into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you continue gazing at him.

“I like the way you always insist on getting the highest spice level at every Chinese restaurant we go to that serves mapo tofu, even though you complain about your mouth burning all night long afterwards.”

Suga chuckles, unable to deny the truth of those words.

“I like the way you act like a clueless angel even when you’re wreaking havoc and chaos, you big trouble maker.”

This time Suga does try to plead innocence, although all he can do is sheepishly grin when you start listing off event after event of mischief he had instigated and encouraged, much to Daichi’s and Asahi’s dismay.

“I like how patient and gentle you are with your students and your old underclassmen. I like the way you nurture them, mentor them, encourage them to keep on going, keep on trying even when the going gets tough. And I like how you instill that belief in your own life. If we have children of our own one day, I know you’ll be the father I’ve always wanted for my future kids.”

The weight of your last sentence hangs heavy in the air, the meaning, the hope of a lifetime promise has Suga’s jaw dropping. But when you shyly look away, nervously biting your lip as he just dumbly stares at you, he jolts back to reality and you yelp as lips suddenly crash against yours.

Sex with Suga is always sweet, with a hint of spice when your lover is feeling particularly mischievous. But it’s never been like this, full of desperation, untamed desire, a want so deep that it leaves both your minds in a hazy disarray. You gasp as you’re firmly pushed down, until your back hits the couch and you’re moaning into the mouth pressed against yours, your tongues tangling with each other in an attempt to taste every crevice.

The wet sounds of your lips connecting and disconnecting over and over again, the frantic sounds of fabric being rustled and tossed off, they all mix in a passionate symphony punctuated by breathy declarations of love, by whimpered names.

You throw your head back as a hot wet mouth sensually carves a path down the column of your neck, to the delicate swoop of your collarbone, sighing in bliss as they end in the valley of your breasts, two hands gently tweaking and rolling your nipples. And then fingers are replaced with a tongue, with lips, and your back arches, body writhing, seeking more, more, more as you wildly grind against your lover’s body.

Usually Suga likes to take his time with you, unwrap you piece by piece, unravel the strings that tie you together, coax the prettiest sounds out of you. But today something more carnal, more desperate, more raw spurs him on, and he feels more beast than man as he devours you, plunders you, marks you as his for all eternity.

“Koushi!”

You wail as he wastes no time in quickly snapping his hips, filling your slick walls with his cock. There’s an urgency behind his pace you’ve never felt before and you dig your nails into his shoulders, eyes rolling back in your head, lewd moans echoing in the room as you wrap one leg around his back, the other dangling off the couch.

You’re not sure exactly what the trigger had been for this, but you’re not complaining, pussy walls only clamping down even more when you see the feral hunger in his eyes, the drag of his cock against your insides even more pronounced.

He can feel your end approaching, sees it in the way your head tosses side to side, the way your eyes glaze over, and he brings a hand between your bodies, toying with your clit, circling it, rubbing it, never losing his rhythm as you begin to convulse, body thrashing, nails scratching his skin, a debauched version of his given name rolling of your tongue. Only when you begin to whimper, shaking hands trying to grasp his fingers still playing with your oversensitive nub does he relent, smiling down at you as you entwine your fingers with his as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

Suga’s been told he looks like an angel time and time again, but as he stares down at your completely ravaged and exhausted form, the way your chest heaves up and down, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the after tremors of your body, the duality of how you cling onto his hand despite your wanton state, he thinks you’re the true angel here. Maybe a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless and he can feel his balls tighten, the last shreds of his endurance ripping apart at the seams as he takes in your breathtaking appearance.

But he needs more than that, needs you, needs you here and with him, and he meets your lips in a bruising kiss, a silent demand for your attention, adjusting his hands until your fingers are interlocked on either side of your head.

“Look at me.”

He patiently waits, peppering your face with butterfly kisses, slowing down the rocking of his hips. You’re so tired, heavy eyelids wanting nothing more than to close, but you’re still in a rocky ocean of pleasure, body still registering and reacting to every touch, every move. And when his soft voice makes its way through the fog, you know you need to listen, you want to listen. So you turn your eyes until they lock with hazel-brown, a weak smile plastered across your face when you see the love and affection pouring down onto you.

“I love you.”

Both of you grin as the three words unanimously exit your mouths, but the smile is wiped off your face as he resumes his pace, tempo beginning to stutter, his own head being thrown back in ecstasy as he approaches his end. Your overstimulated body is barely hanging on by a thread, pathetic mewls dripping from your lips, and you keen when sticky spurts fill you, Suga’s cock buried balls deep inside of you as he breeds you, coating your quivering walls with his essence.

Suga gently lowers his body on yours, capturing your mouth in another kiss, one much gentler as both of you catch your breaths, bodies feeling soft and pliant as post-coital bliss wraps around you like a fluffy blanket.

Beauty is a fleeting thing. His mother’s not wrong about that.

But love? Love isn’t nearly as fickle as beauty, he thinks, as he holds you in his arms. And he smiles, letting himself be lulled to sleep by your rhythmic breathing, dreaming of the long and full life still ahead for both of you.

#haikyuu smut #suga x reader #sugawara x reader #suga smut #sugawara smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fic #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader

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chigirisprincess · 2 years

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i’m actually very excited to share my knight jean fic because i had a really fun time writing, doing the research necessary to properly write something that is set in a previous period of time while also existing in an environment that i made up SO i’m gonna talk about it

like obviously it will be needed for the reader to suspend their disbelief because i think that some elements that are unrealistic are still quite fun !! and maybe it’s the history nerd in me but i just love writing royal/noble/historical au’s and i wanna do that more even if the language used isn’t 100% perfect nor the etiquette and i’m very excited to edit it (perhaps even add things here or there) and just share it knowing im satisfied with it in a way i haven’t been in a while. idk i just feel really good about this and honestly just wanna work on the other fics in this universe (if you read my prince suga fic, the knight jean fic is set in the same universe and i have several other story ideas in that same universe plotted out n everything) but i need to pace myself lol.

idk i have such a passion and enjoy writing romance so much sometimes i dare to dream about writing professionally (maybe not novels but who knows) and am just !!! and just wanna go on and on and on about the writing process and brainstorming with others yk

#signed fawn #tho i will admit this happiness im feeling does make me feel sad #mostly sad that as of late writing has become so much of a chore for others that they no longer have a passion for it #that makes me sad and i wish i could change that #but i can’t and i know that

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haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! 🥰⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #fic rec #beautiful #writing #ao3 fanfic #daisuga #kuroken #bokuaka #tsukkiyama #kagehina #third gym #iwaoi #fic #reference #hq

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❝ at the rooftop / myg.

━ ・ paring: aspiring rapper!min yoongi x reader. ━ ・ genre: neighbors au, smut, fluff, with a pinch of angst. ━ ・ word count: 5.0k. ━ ・ contains: mutual pining, dirty talk, unprotective sex (wrap it before you tap it!), rooftop sex, and a little bit of sadness at the end. ━ ・ summary: in which you look back at the memories you’ve made with yoongi, the neighbor who you once fell in love with. heavily inspired by the song ‘the one that got away.’

author’s note: i had a dream about this so... here it is. LMAO. it’s been i while since i last wrote so excuse my rambling but happy reading! i thought about making a mini series out of this but... we’ll see. <3

The day you first met Min Yoongi was a memory you always looked fondly back at.

It happened one gloomy afternoon. After another tiresome day at work, you decided to find solace on your apartment building’s rooftop—a place that easily became your go-to whenever you wanted to spend time in solitude. No one ever really was up there (with the exception of the parties thrown by residents from time to time), so it was always strange seeing someone else who wasn’t you up there.

There was something about that place that brings you so much comfort. Maybe it was the string lights that hang perfectly across the ledges, the mixture of house plants displayed around the area, or the inviting smell of vanilla greeting your nose from the candles on almost every surface—it was nice. If the chance presented itself, you would be there for hours on end doing nothing and be content with it.

Making your way towards the rattan sofa that sat right beside the ledge, your tracks were suddenly put to a stop upon seeing an unfamiliar face sitting at that very same spot. He was leaning back on one side of the off-white cushion, legs slightly spread apart, chilled bottle of beer in hand as his eyes gaze absentmindedly at the view of the city skyline beside him. He must’ve been so lost in thought, because even with you standing in front of him, he didn’t move.

“Is that seat taken?” you asked amidst the silence while feigning a warm smile.

That was enough for him to finally snap out of his trance, because you could see him jump from his spot and immediately straighten his posture. You couldn’t help but stifle a soft laugh. “No—no, yeah, no. It’s not. I was getting ready to leave anyway, so—” he was already beginning to stand from where he was sitting, obviously flustered at the situation he’s been put in.

“I don’t mind sharing!” you interjected before impulsively placing a hand on the stranger’s arm as some sort of reassurance. At the realization, your eyes began to grow two times its size, and you retracted it at an instant with your cheeks flushed.

It was silent for a moment. Between you trying to gage how he felt about the sudden contact and him wondering what the fuck just happened, it clearly triggered some sort of fight of flight response. Your mind was scrambling, trying to find the right thing to say, but before you could even open your mouth—

He laughed. It was a low, yet bubbly laugh—one that you never thought would eventually fall in love with. As the lights above perfectly illuminated his features, that moment was also the first time you saw him smile. There was something stirring up within you, a feeling that gave you so much warmth from merely watching this stranger express happiness, even if it was for a brief moment.

In fact, it was so contagious that you began to laugh too.

You didn’t think you’d enjoy being comfortable with silence until you met Yoongi. Despite the fact that you spent a majority of that evening sitting in silence, it didn’t bother you at all. In most instances with others, you almost always felt obligated to say something, anything after a while but you didn’t feel that pressure with him—this stranger that you’ve only met three hours ago.

Still, you basked in the moment. The two of you sat together on that large couch, sharing the view. You were sitting with your legs criss-crossed, both arms resting over them, while Yoongi relaxed by sinking deeper into the cushion, one arm resting on the couch’s back—which was also right behind yours. You immediately learned that he, unlike yourself, wasn’t much of a talker. In the few hours you’ve spent with him on the rooftop, you’ve only learned: his name, age, and the fact that he moved into this building just today. Why? That was a mystery you’ve yet to discover. You also didn’t want to be that person who practically interrogates the new guy, trying to discover his whole life story in the span of one night. If he was living in the same building, you were confident you’d see him around from time to time anyway. Besides, it was evident that the two of you were already comfortable with each other’s presence.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” The question took you by surprise. From staring at the skyline, he then glanced back at you, eyebrow slightly cocked.

It took you a minute to think of something. If Yoongi was the type of person who took people’s music tastes seriously, you wanted to make sure you’d give a solid response—but then again, you wanted to avoid an obvious copout answer either. Truth be told, your music taste was all over the place. Shuffling any of your Spotify playlists was a dangerous game, because it could jump from contrasting genres that wouldn’t make any sense.

So you kind of… panicked.

“I like anything,” you blurted out, already regretting your choice of words. Deep inside, you were cringing, because it left a bad taste in your mouth.

You knew he was going to be disapproving of that answer, but he surprised you with a different reaction instead. Instead, he let out a small chuckle. “Anything, huh? What about rap? I have something I want you to listen to.”

Intrigued, you adjusted your position on the couch, eyes watching him as he shuffled to get his phone out of his pocket. The black, chunky headphones that hugged his neck were then offered to you, and you flashed a small grin upon taking it before putting it on yourself. At this point you were curious. So, your prying set of eyes continued to watch his phone’s screen as he scrolled through a list of what seemed to be recordings until selecting a file that was named Trivia 轉: Seesaw.

You weren’t sure what to expect. Initially, you thought this was some random song recommendation that he wanted to share with you, but it was much more than that. The moment you heard the artist of this track begin to sing the first verse, you were left in shock. “Is this you?” you mouthed quietly over to him, who to your surprise, was now sitting incredibly close to you. It took you a minute to notice the way that your knees were pressed against one another, faces inches apart.

He smiled bashfully with a nod. Truth be told, you didn’t expect it. Yet, you were sitting there, head nodding to the beat as the melody graced your ears. Despite only knowing him for only three hours, you knew that there was something about this song that… suited him so well. You weren’t sure if it was the eloquent rapping or the deep lyrics behind it, it all screamed Yoongi.

And you were in love with it. It became one of your favorite things to listen to.

“I can’t believe…” you trailed off once the song finished, gently lifting the headphones off of you to give them back. “I went on with my life without being blessed by this song until now. Yoongi, that was fucking amazing. If I knew you longer, I would’ve started crying but… I spared you the misery tonight.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, flattered—but feeling shy at the same time. “Relax, ____, you don’t have to kiss my ass. I can take criticism. It hasn’t even been released yet; I just wanted to get your opinion on it.” Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he looked at you expectantly. “Tell me the truth.”

“I’m serious, Yoongi. I swear on my life,” you assured softly, a smile growing across your lips as your hand raises to swear by it. “It’s definitely one of those songs that people are going to play on repeat. Everyone’s going to love it.”

“Yeah?” he asked, attempting to hide his widening grin.

At this point your gazes were locked with one another, and you could’ve sworn he could hear the rampant beating of your heart. “Yeah,” you confidently answered back.

Later that night was the time you discovered that Min Yoongi was actually your newfound neighbor. It all happened by accident—the two of you meant to part ways after leaving the rooftop, but ended up taking the same flight of stairs down, walking through the same hallway, and stopping right next to each other after saying “bye” at the same time upon reaching both of your doors.

“Stalking me already? Really?” you quipped playfully, looking back after opening your door.

“How do I know you’re not stalking me first?” he joked in return, suggestively raising an eyebrow. He finished unlocking his own door too.

“I mean, I lived here first, so… pack it up Joe from You.” And your answer was enough for the two of you to fall into a giggling fit after.

Yoongi was the first to say goodbye. He continued to stand before his door, hand on the knob despite not wanting to step inside any time soon. “Thanks for letting me crash your alone time today... and for listening to my shitty music. It was nice.”

“Of course,” you replied warmly. “I won’t argue with you, but know that as of today, I’ve become Suga’s #1 fan. Expect me to be in the front row of your shows from now on.”

Even with the roll of his eyes, you could clearly tell that he was amused. “Night, _____. Just don’t fall in love with me, alright? I don’t date fans.”

“Sweet dreams, neighbor. And don’t worry, I don’t plan on falling in love with you any time soon.”

Yet somewhere along the way, you found yourself falling in love.

He’d been your neighbor for a few months now, and the two of you practically became attached to the hip. You later learned that when he first moved into the city, he didn’t expect to make any sort of friends. Yoongi only planned on making music 24/7—hoping to kickstart his music career after some time. Apparently, before he moved into your building, he was working in some financial firm crunching numbers for eight hours straight. He was engaged too. But, when he revealed to his fiancée (now ex fiancée) that he wanted to quit his job and pursue music… she didn’t take it very well. So, they later separated and Yoongi searched for a new beginning in a city miles away from everything he once knew.

Unlike his ex, you strove to become extremely supportive of his music career. In fact, he was supportive of your teaching career too. On Wednesday mornings, he would always volunteer to come into your classroom and sing a few songs in front of your kindergarten students during circle time. He’d also stay to read a book or two before heading out to get lunch—only to wait for your break so that the two of you could eat together. Then on Friday nights, you would be standing front row in his shows. While his venues were mostly at nightclubs and the city nightlife wasn’t your thing, you were still there—singing along to his music and at times making the best attempt to rap as fast as he could. You’d wait for him by the back after his set, and it became a tradition to head to the nearest convenience store to fill up on ramen, alcohol, and shrimp chips (a staple for every night in).

It was hard not to fall for someone like Yoongi. There was just something about him that you absolutely adored, and even though you were sure he didn’t reciprocate those feelings in that way, you were okay with that. Having him be a part of your life was enough.

The two of you always joked about it though, how you were each other’s soulmates. How one would always complete the other; plus, sharing this sort of mutual understanding that doesn’t need to be talked about. You’ve never felt this strong pull with anyone else, and he’s admitted it too.

“There she is,” you heard the familiar voice coo from afar. Looking up from your phone, you spotted Yoongi leaving through the back door of the nightclub, approaching as if you were the one who just finished performing a show. Still, the grin on your lips couldn’t stop spreading at the sight of him.

“Oh my god, Suga! I’m like, your biggest fan! Can I get a picture?!” you shrieked, attempting to put on your best impression of the teenage girls who’ve been approaching him often lately. Even with all of his shows taking place in venues that only allowed people over the age of twenty, he still harbored a lot of young fans. While they weren’t allowed to watch his shows, they showed their support in other ways.

He rolled his eyes but attained the beaming smile swept across his lips. In all the time you’ve known him, you’ve discovered that Yoongi was never really one to crack a smile with others. But with you? You were the only exception to that.

His skin was glistening from the beads of sweat that trickled down after performing, and you took it upon yourself to gingerly sweep his coffee-colored bangs off of his face with your fingers. He was staring at you at this point, and you were desperately trying to keep it together without melting into putty in his hands. Because one thing’s for sure—the way he looks at you will always be your weakness. “What?” you challenged, now using a tissue you pulled from your bag to lightly dab his facial features. Your voice was faint, quiet enough to still be heard with your faces only inches apart.

“Nothing,” he replied lowly, stifling a small laugh. “I like looking at you.”

After another successful trip to the convenience store, you and Yoongi went back home to change into more comfortable clothes before meeting back up at the rooftop. It was nearing midnight, so the city was getting ready to turn in. The buildings gradually began to turn their lights off, which only made the stars littered across the night sky shine brighter than before. The rooftop was well-lit thanks to the string lights and candles around you, and even with the cool December breeze sweeping through, you were comfy underneath the plush blanket that wrapped around both of your bodies.

It was nights like this that you held special to your heart.

“Be honest with me,” Yoongi brought up amidst the comfortable silence. He placed the plastic bowl that held his ramen onto the coffee table in front of him before looking back at you. “Do you think I made a mistake? You know… leaving everything in my old life behind to do this? I mean—don’t get me wrong, I love it, I just… feel guilty. There’s always this voice in the back of my head that’s yelling at me for being selfish. My life was fine before, you know? I screwed it all up.”

You blinked slowly. It wasn’t the first time he’d shared his doubts with you, but it was always concerning how much it lingered in his head. At the end of the day, what’s done is done. No matter how many times he feels guilty, he shouldn’t look back anymore. This was his life now.

But how could you put it into words that’ll make him understand?

Finishing your food after setting your own bowl down, you took a moment to process everything and think of an answer. You knew very well that you weren’t some licensed therapist capable of giving credited advice, but you were fairly decent at providing comfort to others. “I don’t think so,” you finally replied, keeping your gaze on him steady. “You have to think about it this way, Yoongi. Yeah you were fine before, but… were you happy? Like, actually happy? And are you happy now?”

Those questions left Yoongi speechless. He really took the time to ponder on it, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. You tried to read his expressions, though, it wasn’t any help. It was quiet. Aside from the soft music playing in the background from the small bluetooth speaker that sat on the ledge, the silence that simmered between you two was piercing.

“I guess I wasn’t,” he breathed after a short sigh. “I was miserable.”

You felt his pain at that moment. There was something about the way he said it—how it made your heart wrench and your stomach churn. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, it’s not your fault,” he waved it off, and you could sense the slight frustration in his tone. “If anything, meeting you made everything better.”

Biting back a smile, you instantly began to feel the heat rush through your cheeks. Your chest was pounding and your head was dizzy—shocked at how those little words could make your head go haywire. Still, you did your very best in keeping it collected. “Yeah?” you asked, sounding hopeful. Your glistening eyes met his, shifting your body a bit to fully face his.

“Yeah,” he reassured, unable to keep his smile any longer.

That very night was the night Yoongi decided to be bold. He brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind ear, only to lessen the distance between both of your faces. Even with your head spinning, you were still able to admire his soft features—the way his eyes literally sparkled when they looked at you, the way his rosy cheeks from the alcohol became more prominent. “You make me so fucking happy, ____. I thought you were just going to be another face I’d see from time to time when we met that night, but… you became more than that. I think I’m in love with you.”

And at that moment, it felt like time had stopped between you two. That nothing else mattered in the world aside from the fact that Min Yoongi—the neighbor you fell in love with—felt the same way.

“Be honest with me,” you decided to match his boldness by using a free hand to gently sweep his bangs off of his face. They were trembling a little, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes kept its focus on you and you only, feigning that same look that always makes you crumble.

He nodded, egging you to continue.

“Would you kiss me right now if I asked?”

Your lips were immediately met by his. It was sweet, and you could taste the hint of ramen broth and beer that lingered. The way his lips felt matched the way that he kissed you—soft, and tender. His hands found their way on your hips beneath the blanket your bodies shared, while yours rested perfectly on both sides of his jaw. With chests pressed against one another, you noticed that his heart was pounding too. And that only made you smile in between kisses.

At this point, neither one of you wanted to pull apart. Instead, your lips were roughly colliding in full-force, the intensity of the kiss amplifying. Yoongi’s hand began to trail down further until his fingers reached the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched at his touch, desperately wanting him to explore further. But he chose to stop. “Yoongi,” you said his name in an unintentional soft whine after pulling away, practically begging for more friction.

Rational thinking was thrown out of the window tonight. You were riding from the high of Yoongi practically confessing his love for you, and all you wanted to do was have him. All of him.

“Hm?” he let out a quiet hum, fingers dancing closer and closer. His lips continued to wander across your skin, peppering kisses all over your neck and down to your exposed collar bones.

“Touch me,” you whispered into his ear. “Please.”

He didn’t waste another moment. He reached over to slide your pajama pants down in one quick pull and you assisted in kicking them out of the way. It gave him leeway to use the pads of his fingers to gently massage your clothed core, pressing just enough to provide pressure that had your lips leaving quiet moans that were thankfully, still masked by the music in the background. “Take this off and spread your legs for me,” he demanded lowly.

You’ve never seen this side of him before—but god he knew how to turn you on. If the blanket wasn’t over you right now, you would’ve felt exposed from the wetness pooling in between your thighs. But you did as you were told without any hesitation, sliding your panties down until they hugged your ankles, kicking them off entirely, leaving your bottom half bare beneath the warm fabric.

Yoongi took it as a cue to slide his fingers between your legs and prying them apart. You’ve never felt more vulnerable than at this moment. Even with the blanket hovered securely over your body, the way his gaze was on you was more than enough to make you feel like he owned you tonight. And you were okay with that. Slender fingers dipping into your dripping core, he used it as a way to collect the overflown juices before using it as a lubricant to massage your throbbing clit. His pace was agonizingly slow, but it still made your back arch off of the couch in pleasure.

The sight only made him mumble profanities under his breath.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself, ____?” he asked, dark eyes still locked on yours. He was still close, and you could feel his hot breath tickle your skin at each word. Slowly inserting two fingers on the get-go, your eyes impulsively roll back at the way they stretched your walls in the best possible way. His pace soon began to quicken without a fair warning, and you couldn’t help but whimper each time they pump into your g-spot. “Do you think about me fucking you like this?”

Your headspace was such a euphoric state that you couldn’t even find the right words for an answer. Rather than saying anything, you only nodded feverishly to let him know that he was doing everything right. The thought of having Yoongi’s fingers fucking tirelessly inside you was more than enough to rile you up and near your orgasm.

You’ve thought about it multiple times before. Every time you see him on that stage, swiping the sweat off of the back of his neck that left his fingers glistening, your mind begins to wander into dangerous places. It was hot—there’s no denying it.

You were close. But as soon as you were about to finish, the momentum was put to a stop, because you took it upon yourself to remove his fingers out of you on your own. Confused, Yoongi began to look at you as if he’s done something wrong, though, you hoped he’d get the hint the minute your hand found its way to palm his hardening erection through his sweatpants. “I wanna finish inside you,” you breathed, planting kisses that began from his neck and worked its way up to his lips.

“Then do it.”

Using both of your hands to pull both his sweatpants and boxer briefs down, allowing for his length to spring free. After he successfully kicked them both off of him, you stood from your previous position to straddle him, putting both hands on his shoulders to support yourself. His eyes carefully watched you as you slowly unzipped your hoodie, revealing that you wore nothing underneath.

He was mesmerized. And it was all for him—with the blanket still covering both of your bare bodies, he was the only one who could see you like this. No one else.

A devilish grin laced your lips at the sight of him speechless as you helped remove his sweatshirt. Slowly but surely, you lifted yourself up slightly to line Yoongi’s erection up before sinking in.

The two of you both let out a satisfied moan in unison, and Yoongi’s hands began to wander around your warm body—hands stopping at your ass to dig his fingers into your flesh as you rocked your hips at a steady pace. His mouth on the other hand was busy with your breasts, tongue flicking against each hardened nipple even as they bounced.

“Do you think about me fucking you like this?” you mimicked him in a playful yet sultry tone, using both of your hands to lift his face up in order to make full-on eye contact with you while you continued to ride him. He threw his head back in response, all while still keeping his gaze on yours. From his expression alone, you could tell that he was wrapped around your fingers.

But instead of giving you any sort of real answer, he rolled his eyes and pulled you in for a kiss, satisfying his craving for your lips once more. Before you knew it, your positions had switched, and you were fully lying down on the couch with Yoongi on top of you. The blanket had been partially discarded since Yoongi couldn’t care less about it, only draping over the bottom half of your bodies. You let out a small shiver as you felt the cold air, but it all seemed to disappear the minute you felt his length fill you up once more.

“You’re my weakness, _____,” you heard him say softly once your foreheads touch, his lips brushing against yours. His thrusts were at a slow pace, but it was still enough to hit your g-spot each time. “After meeting you that night, I knew I was fucked.”

It was unfair—how Min Yoongi knew how to tug your heartstrings in any situation (literally). There was nothing more intimate than this, though. The two of you were left vulnerable, and he found the perfect moment to say it. “I feel the same way,” you whispered, hands lifted up to cup his flushed cheeks. “Because I think I’m in love with you too.”

Yoongi began to pick up the pace upon hearing you confess. With one hand gripping tightly on the couch’s arm rest until his knuckles turn white, another snuck in between your bodies to have his thumb rub your clit, matching the intensity of his thrusts.

“Yoongi, I’m so close—” you whined quietly into his ear while he continued to fuck you senselessly, walls fluttering and tightening around him. There was that familiar feeling building up inside you, and you were so close to coming undone. Yoongi continued to snap his hips into yours while tracing quick circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves until you felt yourself let go. Your body jolted as you cried in please, and even then, he didn’t stop. He milked every last drop of the wave of pleasure he’d given you that left you out of breath. There was this buzzing that refused to leave your ears, and your eyes were watery from the overwhelming feeling.

Smirking in satisfaction, each thrust became more sloppy and erratic. It didn’t take long for him to follow suit, pulling out to finish on you. He groaned as you felt his warmth spill across your frame, panting from the intense session the two of you just shared.

“Damn, I made a mess,” he said playfully after reaching out for a napkin on the table to wipe your body clean, which earned a soft slap on his end. He only laughed once you were able to sit back up, leaning in to steal a quick kiss on the lips.

Once the two of you were finished getting dressed and cleaning the area, you both decided to stay on the rooftop for a few more minutes. Both of you were nuzzled against one another for warmth, your back pressed against Yoongi while he had an arm wrapped around you. SUGAR by BROCKHAMPTON was playing in the background, and Yoongi was singing softly to the chorus while you quietly admired his small performance.

“Remember when you said you wouldn’t fall in love with a fan?” the words left your lips with a smile, recalling the memory like it was only yesterday. At this point, you were just there to tease him. “Tsk. Can’t believe I’m into a hypocrite.”

He laughed, nose digging into your hair. “You’re different. I’d do anything for you.”

↳ PRESENT DAY.

“Ready to go, babe?”

You’ve spent the past hour sitting on the rooftop’s sofa in solitude, admiring the blue sky in front of you. You were quietly humming to Suga’s Trivia 轉: Seesaw to yourself as you watched the view, until you were interrupted by the familiar voice entering your ears. The smile on your face widened as he approached you, offering a hand to help you up.

It’d been months since you’ve last heard from Yoongi. He was off doing bigger, better things—and you were proud of him for that. After spending hours and hours of going back and forth with one another one night, the two of you had the realization that the long-term goals you both had didn’t align. He was asked to commit to a world tour for the next year and a half, and you wanted to stay where your life was. Here.

Yoongi was more than willing to drop his entire career to be with you, but you knew it wasn’t right. So, no matter how painful it felt, you had to let go. He’s made so many sacrifices to get to where he was, and you refused to be the reason why he couldn’t live his dreams. No matter how much you both loved each other.

Deep inside, you’ve always hoped that he’d come home. That one night you’d find him sitting in that very same spot on the rooftop, legs sprawled apart, absentmindedly staring at the night sky. But it’s been months. No calls, no texts—only a meek dial tone at the end of the line.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but Min Yoongi was simply the right person you’ve met at the wrong time.

“Yeah,” you answered Jungkook softly before taking his hand to lift yourself from the seat. A quiet giggle left your lips once your boyfriend pulled you closer to pepper kisses on your cheek, and the two of you began your walk out of the building. “Let’s get out of here.”

#yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts imagine #bts fic #min yoongi #i had to repost bc i didnt like the title of the old one JGDHFKG

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Soulmates (JJK x Reader) ☁️🔞💜

✨ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

✨ Genre: Angst, Breakup AU, Idol AU, Smut, fluff/romance

✨ Warnings: Breakup, crying kookie because that needs to be a warning, arguing, shouting, some mean things being said, safe sex because we wrap it up even if we’re sad friends, vanilla sex, it’s just basic lovemaking y’all what do you think this is, hopeless romantic Jungkook, jk is super bad expressing his feelings and kinda petty

✨ Summary: Jungkook always told you that you were his soulmate. But sometimes, soulmates aren’t meant to be, are they?

Jungkook had a nasty habit.

And it was that every time he thought he was right, he became selfish. And no, not in any cute kind of way. He would start to chase his own tail in a sense; completely blocking out any kind of other opinion than his on a topic. It lead to the shouting match you both had now; his voice considerably louder than usual, a whine to his tone that in no way was intended to be charming. No, the way he drawled out certain syllables was to only further make sure you knew how upset he was.

"What do you want me to do!" He yelled, looking at you with a gaze that you knew could easily guilt-trip you into giving in. But this time he needed to be an adult, you needed him to understand your side of the situation as well. "I can't just make everything disappear and make everyone forget my face." His eyes were still hard. "They'll figure it out anyways, I don't get why we have to hide it anyways!" He groans out, as you sigh, a headache incoming.

"Because it would be the end, Jungkook." You argue back, voice however in no way as loud and stern as his was. "I'm not telling you that you have to be an actor onstage, but I'm asking you to leave our problems and arguments Off-Stage Jungkook. Everyone on twitter got concerned why you were so serious during your stage!" You said. Because this had been the main issue at hand. He have had a concert just a few hours ago, but you weren't able to attend it. The reason had been that some staff members forgot to pick you up from the airport due to some problems that had come up last minute. You had been understanding, simply ending up taking a cab to yours and his shared apartment, watching his performance via livestream instead. He'd sounded upset over the phone, frustrated even, yet you had tried to reassure him that it wouldn't be his last- you would always be there the next. What did upset you however, was how he had been openly upset onstage about it. He seemed agitated, serious, and not his usual self, which had lead to not only his bandmates scolding him, but also you. You had simply asked him to remember that fans couldn't know what happened away from the cameras. They didn't know, and they had no hand in it either- he was being unfair by punishing them with his behavior. But his habit of growing hostile when critic got too personal blasted everything out of proportion, now ending in the situation you had in his kitchen.

"Well, I'm not gonna go up there and be all happy while I don't even know if you're safe!" He barks back. "You're just as important to me as the band, as my job, can't you appreciate that?" He whines, and your eyes become even more upset.

"Jungkook, I do appreciate it, but it's also what I'm scared of." You say, and he furrows his brows. "You can't do this Jungkook, please. I told you I can wait, I'll wait forever, but this is a limited time. I want you to enjoy it fully, without responsibilities, because they'll be there soon enough. I want you to be with your band 100%." You say, and he suddenly grows quiet.

"You sound like you're breaking up with me right now." He wonders across from you, his voice now eerily low and considerably less loud and angry. You can't look at him.

"I don't know if I should." You answer him, and his eyes suddenly widen a bit, glistening as the tip of his nose turns red. He's close to crying, you know it. But you have to do what's best.

"Don't." He says, hands balling into fists before he nervously wipes them down his sweatpants, suddenly on edge. He's always like this whenever he's unsure of what he's supposed to do. It's quite endearing, if it wasn't because of such a matter. "You- We'll find a solution, I shouldn't have, you know, gotten so upset-" He starts, but you shake your head.

"Please, let's just.. not." You mumble, and you still can't look up at him. "I'll uhm.. I'll sleep on the couch, okay? I try and be gone tomorrow morning." You say, and only now do you move, trying to get out of the kitchen, as he suddenly embraces you from behind, his large body shaking as he struggles to form a coherent sentence through his tears.

"No no I didn't mean it-" He apologizes, even though there is nothing there to say sorry for. "I'll be better, I'm sorry, I won't do it again-" He chokes out, but you hesitantly grab his hands, trying to unravel his arms around you. He holds on tight, like a toddler not wanting his mother to go and leave him alone. It somehow feels just as heartbreaking to you. "Don't go, I'm not letting you, please stay.." He begs, and it reminds you of a tamper tantrum your friends kid held in a store a few weeks back.

"Jungkook please, don't.. don't make it so hard." You say, trying to be brave but ultimately failing as you have to swallow hard to keep your own feelings locked. At least until you're alone. You finally manage to get out of his hold, as he stands before you, eyes red and cheeks wet with his tears as his bottom lip trembles visibly.

"Are- you serious?" He asks, voice higher in pitch as he struggles to keep it steady. "You'll leave me alone like that?" He almost accusingly says, and you sniffle.

"You're not alone Jungkook, you're never alone. You shouldn't even be here, you should be sleeping at the dorms like you used to. I'm just pulling you away from the band, and its not fair! I have no rights to do it, I'm being selfish, I'm now interfering with your work as well, Jungkook, don't tell me you're this blind." You say, as he looks at the floor, caught red handed.

Jungkook dries his nose on his sweater sleeve as he swallows. "I'll.. go and sleep at the dorms then. You uhm.. can take the bed." He mumbles, as you nod, even though you probably won't be able to. "Are you.. will you.." He starts, and you nod with a sad smile.

"My promise still stands." You say. "If you'll still want me then, I'll wait until this dream is over." You say. He nods, biting his lip as he grows unsure again. He doesn't know what to do, if he should hug you, or not, kiss you, or not, hell he doesn't even know if he can look at you now. So he simply nods again, shuffling away as you stay put, listening to him putting his shoes on, as the door shuts after he leaves.

Only then does it hit you.

And only then, do you let yourself cry, sob as you scream and fall to the ground, letting it out.

As he sits in the living room he once felt so familiar in, he notices how alienated he feels. It's awkward as Jimin and Suga look at him, unsure what they should say. Only now does Namjoon come into the room, surprised to see the youngest. "What's going on?" He asks, and Taehyung gives a bottle of water to Jungkook, as the youngest mumbles his answer.

"We broke up." He says, and everyone seems to grow sad at it. They really liked you, even though everyone had been wary at first; you had proven to them however, that you were genuinely in love with Jeon Jungkook, and not only the Jungkook of BTS that made headlines if he only did as much as sneeze in public. His money didn't matter to you and neither did his fame- yet they had all feared this outcome. "She said uhm.. she doesn't want to interfere with my work so.."

Suga nods at this, and sighs. "Mature choice." He says. "Shows she cares about you." He concludes, as Jimin seems to want to argue. Jungkook shrugs. "But I think a lot of it came from you." He speaks, as he looks at the youngest, who furrows his brows. "Think about it. It was your choice to spend your time at your private apartment rather than here so you could be with her. You get upset when she doesn't text you, and fuss over her if she gets hurt." He explains, as Jungkook suddenly feels as if he's being scolded again, huffing as he slids into the couch with frustration. "But that's who you are; you invest yourself 100% if you find something that makes you happy." Yoongi puts his phone away.

"That's totally helping, hyung." He grumbles out, as Jimin throws one leg over the other.

"I think what he's trying to say is that you have to find a good balance." Hoseok says as he sits down as well. "You always give it your all, and thats great, but it wont work long-term. Split your time equally, make space for a piece of everything instead of trying to carry it all at once." Jungkook sighs, as he feels his eyes sting again.

"Well, doesn't matter anyways." He huffs out, as his voice chokes up again. "Guess at least PD-Nim will be happy." He grits out before he begins to cry again, everyone at loss on how to comfort the youngest of the group.

Jimin chimed in at that, gently scolding the youngest. "Now thats unfair." He says. "He's not gonna be happy over you being upset Jungkookie." He scolds, and Jungkook looks down at his hands in his lap.

He knows hes being petty and childish right now. He knows things like these happen. He knows that you love him, and that you're probably just as upset as he was.

But he was heartbroken as well.

And he hates it.

It takes him a while to figure it out.

It takes him to break down during a concert in front of thousands as he realizes its the first ever since your breakup; as he remembers that no, this time he won't go home to his own apartment but he'll share a room again. He won't be rubbing his sweaty hair teasingly on your neck to hear you laugh and yell at him to stop. He won't be getting to hold you through the night after he'd made sure you both felt close and satisfied before he'd fall asleep with you.

It takes for him to cover a heartfelt song with your name on the tip of his tongue, making fans fawn over the emotional tune in his voice as he let's go of his pent up feelings through the only thing he knows he's good at; music.

But he eventually figures it out.

BTS is granted a small hiatus, a moment to breathe, as he immediately knows what he wants to do with the time he'd been gifted. He visits his parents, tells them about you and his plans, and feels even more motivated as he finally returns home into his private apartment, previously owned by him and you. He wonders how many nights you'd fallen asleep in front of the TV waiting for his live concerts to be shown. He sits down, grabbing his phone, as he calls your number, secretly wondering if you've changed it.

You didn't.

Nothing is being said at first, until he speaks. "Hey."

"Hey." You answer, unsure.

"I've made time now." He says, and you sigh on the other side of the line, saying his name as you're ready to argue, before he stops you. "No no no not like that, aish.." He runs a hand over his face, hair longer now as he thinks about what to say next. "Long term. I.. Yoongi-hyung said that I'm merely growing up, and that that includes changing, but-" He starts, and his voice is a bit raspy from slight overuse from recording another cover earlier that day. "I wanna grow up with you, not away from you. I wanna change, but I want to change right next to you I-" He stutters a bit as he grows nervous. "I don't want to wait until this dream ends Y/N.." He says, throat closing up as he thinks about how you maybe changed your mind. He can't give up like this, though. "I want to live this dream with you." He finishes, and its quiet for a moment. Until he hears you sniffling.

"You're stupid." You say, and start to laugh as he does too.

"Where are you right now?" He asks, and you sniffle again before you can answer.

"Crying at Hangang bridge, what about you?" You chuckle, and he smiles at no one in particular.

"Can you.. Can I pick you up?" He wonders, picking at the ends of his sweatpants' strings. You agree, and he gets up immediately, grabbing his jacket, a mask, and his cap as a disguise.

The door hits the wall with a loud noise, making Jungkook hiss a bit as he's a bit startled by the noise, before he simply resumes in kissing you feverishly, not caring much about any damage might done as he closes it shut behind him. He slips out of his shoes and picks you up with ease after you've discarded yours as well, stumbling a bit with you in his arms as he laughs on the way into his bedroom, your arms safely around his neck in fear he could drop you.

He'd never.

He makes sure your back meets the mattress softly as you both shuffle out of your jackets, his cap meeting the floor somewhere as he unhooks the mask from behind his ears, the fabric having been moved to rest under his chin anyways, simply to be able to kiss you silly. He shrugs off his coat as his hands help you to throw your shirt over your head, his body crawling over yours as his hands move over your skin. He's in heaven, absolutely insane for your touch as your cold hands slip under his oversized carhartt shirt. He wonders for a moment how he could ever make it work without you, without your presence, your touch, your love and care for him. He's happy he doesn't have to, glad he was able to pull you back towards him, as he leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck, carefully cupping your breasts until he unhooks your bra, helping you discard the piece of underwear before he places a few kisses on their bare skin as well, relishing in the feeling of them, warm and soft in his palms.

"I love you so much." He mumbles onto your skin as if to tattoo the words underneath it, to keep them safe inside your flesh never to be forgotten by you.

"I love you more." You humm against his lips as his meet yours, his grin making his eyes crinkle at the sides as he helps you get him and you out of the rest of your clothes. He moves away for a moment to get a condom, before he jumps back on the bed in a manner that's almost too childish considering what you're about to do, but somehow it's so undeniably Jungkook that you simply laugh, closing your eyes as your head falls into the wrinkled bedsheets below.

"Impossible." He answers a little late, as he slips on the safety over his length, kissing you again as he carefully slips inside you, breathing out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your warmth around him. "You feel like home." He humms out, a rough grunt escaping him as he begins to move his hips, years of dancing experience making it easy for him to find a rhythm perfect for you both. You still smile.

"You're so cheesy." You huff out, as you look at him, his hair falling downwards as your hand instinctively reaches for the back of his head, pulling him onto your lips again, hooked on his taste as he needily bites your lower lip, sucessfully opening your lips to grant him access. A younger, more innocent version of him would've thought of this sloppy and intimate way of kissing as weird and maybe even gross, but his current version couldn't care less. He'd do anything to feel close to you.

So he doesn't care that your juices make your bodies slippery, that his sweat starts to collect on his temples, or that the sheets underneath you two would probably have to be washed. It doesn't matter, because he's with you, he's holding you' he's inside you- nothing could make him stop now.

When he reaches his climax, spiling into the condom inside you, he reaches between you two, inked hand finding your most sensitive spot as he eagerly moves his fingers over it, making your whine and whimper as you come undone as well, clenching around his sensitive cock as he breathes heavily, letting his head rest on your shoulder as you both take a moment to collect yourselves.

He laughs after a moment, slipping out of you with a slight hiss at the sensitivity, before he heavily rolls onto his side, taking a deep breath before he groggily heaves himself into a sitting position, discarding the condom before he flicks on the bathroom light with a click, the sound of gushing water soon filling the apartment as he filled the bathtub with warm water, carefully opening a drawer where some of the bathsalts and soaps were kept, before he puts some in, gentle smell meeting his nose as he smiles softly. He tucks some of his hair behind his ear as he steps back into the bedroom, corners of his mouth still turned upwards as he spots you still laid out on his bed. "Come on, let's take a bath, yeah?" He humms, as you smile sleepily, letting him carry you into the bathroom where he sits you down in the tub, returning into the room after he'd put the sheets into the hamper in the bathroom, and put new ones onto the bed, ready for when you both would return.

He steps into the tub, sitting behind you as he leans back against the cold tiles, you in his arms as he sighs. "I mean it, you know." He says as takes the loofah from the side, gently moving it over your arms as he carefully cleans your skin. "I'll balance it out better. I promise-" He says, as he moves your hair away from your neck over your shoulder, kissing the top of your other. "I'll be better. I promise." He concludes, before you move, turning around as you return his soft gesture, moving the soapy sponge over his skin as well as he watches you with fond eyes.

"Okay." You say, and almost laugh as his eyes widen, brows shooting up into his hair as he grins, moving forwards to hug you tight, uncaring for a moment that the water slightly spills off the sides, making him look at it in surprise for a second, before you both laugh as he lathers your face in sloppy kisses.

"Thank you!" He repeats. "Thank you- thank you- You won't regret it, I'll be good, promise!" He says, and you smile at him.

You know he's gonna keep his promise.

You're happily chewing on your snack Jungkook had bought you earlier, as your head rests on the crook of his neck, your legs thrown over his lap as you sit on his thigh, his hands clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard as he adjusts some stuff. He'd invited you to spend some time with him at the studio, only if you wanted to of course, and he did tell you it would probably be boring. You disagreed, even now- sure, you weren't doing anything, but it was interesting to see him produce songs. He clicks to save his project, before he shuts down his computer, leaning back in his chair as he groans, head falling backwards. "Done?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Not quite, but I shouldn't be working anyways." He says, as he pulls his phone out of his jean pocket, checking something before he playfully slaps the side of your bottom. "Alright, up up, we have a camper van to pick up and some bags to carry love." He exclaims, and you smile. He'd decided after a bit of brainstorming to take you on a small trip to jeju Island, having managed to get in contact with some people to be granted access to a more private campsite, so he could spend his small trip as safe as possible with you. He'd post any picture of the scenery and him later, after the trip- he knew how easily his fans could pin point where he was from past experience.

As he locks the door of his studio, he walks down the hallway with your hand in his, mindlessly, as if it's second nature for him to hold it anywhere he goes with you. Its charming, how he doesn't even notice he's doing it anymore.

He even opens the car door for you while he talks, again not noticing it at all as he simply continues what he's doing, driving you both to your now officially shared apartment. He'd had a talk with his bandmates about him and the dorm life- and they had all agreed that it was okay if he wanted to move in with you. As long as he'd spend enough time with them to not end up growing apart again, they were fine with it. After all, he was growing up, and that also meant for him to grow more independent.

He put the bags into the back of his car, a rented Palisade, as he drove you both to the airport, the plane you both board taking you to Jeju in a mere hour. A cab takes you two to the rental service where the campervan was already waiting for you two. He smiles as he moves everything into the van, thanking the guy providing some explanations on how things work, before he sits in the drivers' seat, you climbing in beside him on the passenger seat. He grins for a moment before he turns on the engine, driving off as you smile as well.

You don't know how the future is gonna go for the two of you. You're sure this wasn't the last hurdle you would be facing, but you're more sure than ever that you would manage it somehow. You'll make it work. You know that.

Because at the end of the day, you're still his soulmate. And they'll always find a way to be together.

Thank you for reading everyone, and please stay safe and healthy!

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