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dumpywrites · 4 months

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Locked! - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: Your friends locked you together for an hour so you can make up.

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Genre/tags: Slight angst, fluff, boyfriend Yoongi/established relationship

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: imagining the atmosphere of BTS in the soop helps with the mood! :)

“Jin! Get me out!!!”

“Sorry, I’m only following orders!”

Two hours before this, you were in your bedroom, contemplating whether you should really go to this short trip your friends had been planning for weeks. The idea sounded great in your mind until the very last week.

You had been fighting with your boyfriend for a week now. In the eight months of dating him, this was by far the longest you had fight with each other. Yoongi was mostly, if not every time, the most caring and chill person you knew. The thing was, he was so chill to the point he would let a random woman touch his face freely, caressing his cheek like he did not belong to you.

Sure, he was tipsy, at least that was his first excuse. But he was sober enough to see that his girlfriend was standing not too far away from him. Adding more to the fuel, apparently they used to work together and you had never even heard any of that nonsense.

That night you refuse both to go home with him and his offer to take you home. Your dramatic self almost called a cab if not for Jungkook dragging you to his car, basically volunteering to go home early just to safe the situation.

Must be the ego of the man, because Yoongi did not reach out to you after that. While he apologized right at the venue, you wanted him to come and comfort you, talk just the two of you to sort things out. But you two were alike after all, because just like him, your ego forbid you to even just text him. In your defense, he was at fault.

And that was how you ended up in Namjoon’s private villa, where you were supposed to have fun with your friends. The sour expression was not leaving you anytime soon, not when Yoongi was also there in the room with you.

Jin suggested a dance off on his switch. Man had not shut up ever since he got the latest copy of Just Dance in his console. Obviously you were not having it, so instead you just stood behind, watching Namjoon and Jungkook dance off to Rain on Me by Lady Gaga.

“Hey, uh, Y/N? Can you get my joycon strap? They’re my room…”

You got up lazily and walked to the said room, completely unaware of the fact someone was already sleeping inside.

And that was how you got into this whole situation.

“Jin!!!”

You yelled again, but this time there was no more response came from the older guy, only the sound of the boys changing the song to play next. Clearly, they were not planning on getting both of you out very soon.

The yelling and banging at door awoken the other person in the room. You both stare at each other for a few seconds, before you broke the eye contact. You moved quietly to sit down on a chair, facing your back to him.

“They locked us up.” You said while pretending to browse your phone, busying yourself on nothing.

The guy just straighten himself up on the bed, sitting down and grabbed his phone and started scrolling without answering to your words.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” You snapped. You were not having his silent treatment.

Yoongi put down his phone and sighed heavily. “What do you want me to say?”

“Whatever.”

You groaned, standing up from your seat, you headed to the other bed just next to his. You laid down and put the blanket to cover yourself wholly. If he could just go to sleep and run away from his problems, then so could you.

Maybe it was the tiredness from the trip, but eventually you fell asleep in just a few minutes. But the sleep only took you for a couple of minutes before the cool weather woke you up, made you shiver. You tossed and turned on the bed, hugging yourself close.

“Are you cold?”

You heard the voice said. The ego within you refused to react, so you stayed unmoved inside the bedcover.

His voice called for your name again for the second time, but still, you refused to move. It was the hint of gentleness and loving in his tone, or maybe just the fact that you missed him so much, you just started tearing up silently.

“Can you stop being childish?”

You heard him again, but this time the source of his voice sounded very near, as if he was just right behind you.

And you were right. He peeled the cover just until your waist, exposing yourself from underneath. You were still hugging yourself, folding your wrists together under your chin, eyes all covered.

He sighed loudly, before your eyes jolted open at the feeling the other side of the bed dipped in with the weight of his body.

“Don’t.”

You stopped him. Clearly at this point he was aware of you crying but you did not care. All you knew was that you would instantly melt the moment he touch you and you didn’t want him to win you back over that easily.

“At least let me cuddle you, I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Just turn off the aircon.”

“The remote is in the living room. The one they have outside isn’t working.”

You groaned. The universe really wasn’t on your side this time.

“Ugh, whatever I’ll yell at them to get us out…”

“Okay, stop.”

You looked at his direction and saw the frustration distinctly written on his face.

“What do you want?!” You folded your arms at him. “You clearly didn’t want to talk with me before.”

“I…” He found it hard to make out his words. “Look, I just—“

“Do you wanna break up?”

It was an impulsive thing for you to say. You did not actually mean it of course. You loved him, you loved him a lot that you could barely handle not being close with him for a week. You could not imagine how you would handle an actual breakup with him.

“Jesus, no.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s talk this through…”

You saw how he stretched his arm, like he was about to hold yours, but stopped in his tracks.

“Who is she?” You suddenly asked.

Yoongi looked to your eyes and went silent. He seemed to be in deep thoughts. It took him a few moments before he opened his mouth.

“Her name’s Yujin. We used to work together last year before she resigned. Also used to be somewhat close until I found out she only wanted to get close to me because of my position…” He sighed. “Heard it myself, it was her words not mine. I overheard her talking with someone at our company dinner.”

“I didn’t know…” You said, looking at him sympathetically. “Why haven’t I heard about any of this? Aren’t we friends way long before all of this?”

“I kinda don’t want you to know about how dumb I was.” He raised his eyebrows and huffed.

“But that night…”

“I know.” He looked at you directly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was staring and if I just push her or do anything rude it’d be much worse. As much as I despise her, I didn’t want to embarrass her in the public eye like that.”

“But I don’t like seeing other people touch you like that…” You looked away as you felt your eyes getting glassy again.

“Come here.” He took you by your wrist and you landed in his embrace. “I’m sorry.” He said as stroked your hair gently.

“I miss you…” You said between sniffles.

“I know, I guess I was angry because you just left and refused to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry too, I was just really jealous.” You hugged him tighter and you could hear him chuckle a little bit.

“Are we good now?”

He let go off you to take a good look at your face. His thumb swiped the remaining tears from your eyes and you broke into a smile, nodding at him. He smiled back, showing the gummy smile you loved so much.

“What do we do with the cold now? Clearly they’re not getting us out until dinner…” He eyed you playfully.

“You pervert!” You giggled. “But I’m interested…”

Suddenly the man went down from the bed and stood up. You looked at him in utter confusion. Just seconds later, he scooped you and lifted you up in his arms. You yelped loudly in surprise.

You looked down to see him smiling with eyes full of lust—

“Yo… I think they’re fucking!!!” You heard Hoseok exclaimed.

“Oh my gosh they are!” Jimin squealed giddily.

“We still need their help to prepare dinner though…” You heard Namjoon protested in the background.

“We can hear you, assholes!” Yoongi shouted back.

You heard a mixture of Jungkook and Hoseok’s laughter before the door clicked open.

“Ayy!” Taehyung teased upon seeing you still in Yoongi’s arms. He had put you down but still had his arms around you. “Now that’s a sight we love to see!”

“Where the hell is Jin?!” You said, storming out the room.

The oldest laughed at the sight of you looking pissed. “It was Namjoon’s idea!” He pointed at the other guy.

“I couldn’t stand the two of you fighting I like that.” He shrugged. “Plus, if you’re not fighting that means I get to sleep in my room alone cause Yoongi’s gonna sleep in yours.”

“See? Everyone happy.” Jin laughed and clapped. “Now, go get the meat, we need to prepare for the barbecue!”

You shook your head and smiled, seeing the silly guys. Yoongi walked from behind you and quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek before joining the chaos in front of you.

You wouldn’t trade this for the world.

Thank you for reading! 🍃

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zayneternal · 5 years

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《 ac·qui·es·cence 》

summary ↠ It’s the third year in a row that Yoongi has tried--and failed--to win the favor of your father at the annual family dinner party. He’s always reassured you that being snubbed by your family members in the name of pride doesn’t faze him. While you have faith in his thick skin, this year, yours wears a little too thin.

genre ↠ angst. fluff. member ↠ min yoongi warnings ↠ themes of familial dysfunction ((pm’s are always open if you wanna talk. I know it may seem small in these fics, but I’ve been there and it runs deep, bbys. <3)) word count ↠ 2.4k

moodboard by @jiminspjm || the only pal who lets me ask so much of them without ever ceasing to smile

There are three tender raps against your bedroom door.

“...Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice filters softly through the wood, waiting a few moments for a reply that doesn’t come before gently turning the knob and pressing himself into the dark space. “Y/N.”

He strides a few more cautious steps into the room, eyes squinting to adjust to the dusk until he can just make out your curled form hidden under the comforter on the far side of the bed. His expression softens at the sight of you, movements faltering at the edge of the mattress as his feet shuffle, fingertip trailing along the fabric of the sheets, trying to gauge his next move.

“Baby, are you still awake?” he wonders in hushed tones, leaning forward a fraction of an inch. A few beats of silence pass while Yoongi waits in itching anticipation, his gaze pinned to the space between the top of the comforter and the cascading mess of your hair where there’s just a peeking of the smooth curve of your neck.

Just before he’s about to try again, a sigh heavy behind his lips, the covers shift, your body adjusting with reply as your head resettles on the pillow. “Yeah.” Your voice is tinier than usual, a soft squeak of its normal self.

“Oh,” Yoongi breathes, a mix of relief and surprise, not expecting you to verbally answer. His eyes stutter to where his fingers are still tracing odd shapes against your sheets as he attempts to collect the most prudent thoughts milling around his head. Another beat of silence has him catching a shallow breath, recognizing that waiting it out probably won’t lend a different circumstance. “Hey, so I know what happened down there was...a lot, and I get it if you just want to be alone for tonight.” His tone is soft and generous. “I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay before--”

Yoongi’s eyes widen with parted lips as your shape suddenly rearranges itself, the ruffling sheets cacophonous compared to the stillness of you a moment ago. His heart feels like a vice has been released when the image of your puffed and sweet face rises from the blankets with the turn of your shoulders, though the obvious taxation and weariness worn under your eyes sends an ache through his muscles.

Yoongi watches with caught breath as you yank back the comforter from under his fingertips, opening the side of the bed your body doesn’t occupy. During the briefly dazed moment that Yoongi attempts to blink away, you grow impatient and cold, reaching out and ensnaring his slender wrist amidst your chilled digits and tugging gently until Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, searching.

“Come here,” you plead quietly, your expression so heavy that it turns his empathetic, his chest pounding as he follows the will of your hand, lifting his body--still clad in his slacks and now-loosened dress shirt--onto the mattress next to you.

The fit of your forms is natural and pulled with longing as your hands tumble around under the sheets searching for his narrow waist while he situates himself against the headboard, using one hand to barricade the both of you back under the sanction of the covers. You quickly find his form curved around yours and readjust your position until you’re half straddling him, your head against his chest, leg wrapped loosely over his strong thighs while the rest of your body lays flush and easy against his side.

You wiggle suddenly, mewling in protest when you don’t feel his hands come to your aid while above, Yoongi is staring down at your unaware person with wide and adoring eyes, chocolate hew sparkling with contended surprise at your sudden welcoming. A stupid half-grin is tugging at his lips as he takes you in, warm and present against him, still oblivious to the way his hands are hovering oddly next to him until you wiggle once more. “Yoongi,” you call quietly, your tired tone breaking towards the end, clearing his catharsis.

“Yeah, I’m here, I’m here,” he assures quickly, grinning fondly at the crown of your hair as he moves his hovering hands to you, one holding your pleasantly puffy cheek fast against his chest while the other slides under the layer of sheets until it finds the hem of your shirt. Dexterous fingers gently tug until a small patch of your warmed skin is exposed where he begins to draw various odds and ends in that calmingly familiar way you’ve always loved when you’re tired or upset. He feels you sigh into him at the touch.

Yoongi waits a few more moments in the bliss of silence, the only sound emanating from the billowing trees and distant street cars roaring outside your cracked window. It’s a pleasant few minutes, but Yoongi knows he needs to at least press the matter once tonight before allowing these minutes to continue or else he won’t feel completely at peace after everything that happened not even an hour ago a floor below where you lay. He braces himself to speak, breathing in through parted lips, but you surprise him once again tonight by beating him to the punch.

“I don’t care what he says about us,” you state, your voice hoarse. “What any of them said.”

Yoongi purses his lips, already knowing that isn’t a completely true statement which only makes his chest clench in your stead. “You don’t?” he presses gently, watching as you shake your head against him. “You’re fine leaving tomorrow with everything that was said between you and your family at dinner? You and your dad?”

There’s more hesitation this time, but you nod slowly.

“You told him you were never visiting again, baby. That’s a pretty serious thing to say.” Yoongi keeps his tone as gentle as possible, hushing breathy kisses against your head with soft lips every few words.

“I know what I said,” you defend feebly, your voice small.

Yoongi thinks for a moment, pondering the best thing to say to you. “Y/N...it’s me your parents have a hard time liking. They love you. I would never want your relationship with them to suffer because you feel like you have to take sides in all this. There are no sides. They’re your family.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Yoongi can’t help but snort at your blunt reaction, always straight to the point even if you’ve missed it. He feels your hand fist the material of his dress shirt over his chuckling stomach as it comes to a still. “No, of course not, you irrational nut.”

Now you’re the one snorting. “Did you really just call me a nut?”

“An irrational one.”

You’re grateful for the way Yoongi always seems to be able to make laughter the star in these little moments, savoring the gaps in the heavy without you even noticing they’ve come. You’ve never been able to stay upset around him for long, which only makes you want to squeeze his waist a little tighter upon reminiscing.

“Breaking up is an implausibility at this point. You’re stuck with me,” Yoongi continues, readjusting the wrap of his arms for a moment so he can squeeze your shoulders in a bear hug against him allowing you to hide your smile.

“Damn it, so even if I wanted to listen to my parents, I’m trapped, huh?”

Yoongi wants to carry on with the playful banter you’ve entered into, but your last comment reminds him of what you’re not addressing quite yet and the reason why he’s lying with you in the first place--well it’s a reason. An important one.

“You’re not laughing. Laugh,” you urge the boy who’s gone silent, poking him in the tummy once before he gently takes your hand captive within his, lacing your fingers together until you’re shifting your face to look up at his with a wondering expression to pair with the thoughtfully troubled one he sports.

“I just want to make sure you’re not going to regret anything,” he whispers earnestly, his dark irises searching yours with intention. You suddenly shift, detaching yourself from his canvas and sitting up, gathering your knees to yourself until you’re half-turned to Yoongi, staring back at him with a similar intensity driven by a different motivation.

“I don’t regret being with you.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

“That’s what they’re asking.” There’s an edge to your voice.

“There are ways for us to work and not burn bridges with your family. There can be respect even for what someone doesn’t approve of. It’ll just take time. Patience.”

“It’s been three years, Yoongi. How much longer are we supposed to wait before they see what I see? Before my dad realizes you’re the best thing that could’ve walked through his front door? Before my second aunts stop trying to set me up with every ‘family friend that just graduated from medical school’ or ‘next in line to inherit the family business’? Hmm? How long am I supposed to keep coming back here with you hoping for something to be different when it only ever gets worse? They pretend like you don’t even exist half-the time, Yoons...”

Yoongi’s heart stretches against the confinement of his chest as he watches your face fall to the bend of your knees, eyes creased closed with a tension that speaks volumes and a rapid voice that‘s breaking more by the word. He leans forward from his place against the headboard, hand extending to cautiously trail fingers along the curve of your shoulder, trapping stray pieces of hair between his digits.

“Are you doing this for you or for me?”

At his words, your body is twisting again, coming to fully face him, your head burying itself into his shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck. Yoongi sighs sadly, gently tucking you under his chin and cradling you to him as he settles back, your tumbling words all the answer he needed. “You know they’re wrong, right? You know that you’re good enough. You’re more than good, Yoongi. You’re more than enough for me. For anyone.”

“But not your dad, right? I’m not enough to him.” He can hear the sniffles start spilling into his neck and understands, now, maybe what you don’t fully understand yourself.

“Why can’t he just love you like I do?” you cry, squeezing Yoongi tighter, your body trembling. Yoongi struggles to stay composed himself as he witnesses your emotions on display. You pull away enough to see his face, his expression grieved when he takes in your wrecked features: red eyes streaming with salted tears that leave your skin stained, cheeks sore and swollen from attempting to control the downturn of your quivering lips, and everything shaking with the torment that’s now escaping. Your brows are worried and confused in their foldings as your hands come to cup both of Yoongi’s cheeks, soft thumbs padding across the skin while your eyes map his face.

“Why can’t he feel how warm you are to touch and how sweet you are to hold? Why can’t he see into this big, beautiful mind and share the endless dreams and ambitions like I do?” Your smile is warped with sadness as you run your hands through his hair. “Why can’t he just let me love you? He’s making it so hard.”

Yoongi’s chest heaves as you weep before him, your throat tensing with broken wails attempting to be stifled by the back of your hand. His own eyes water at the sight of your muscles clenching all over your body in an effort to release the emotional buildup inside of you somewhere without anywhere that satisfies. His heart breaks as he watches yours do the same, your insides twisting with impassioned chaos as three years of investing hope into the one man you wanted approval from the most still couldn’t meet you half-way. Your too-big heart was too-full from loving your father to walk away so easily from something you wanted so badly to be at peace between you both. It was as if a rift was continually tearing its way through this part of your life, and the bigger it got, the less you knew how to navigate it with a smile.

Yoongi doesn’t know what else to say right now, so he just reaches out for you, hands gripping the forearms thrown in front of your face as you sob and latching you to his chest so tightly he can feel all of your internal pressure releasing in him. Your fingertips don’t hesitate to grip like iron into his upper arms, wrinkling the fabric hung there in their attempt to solidify his presence before you, but he promises he isn’t going anywhere. Your face wets his chest like there’s no tomorrow and he welcomes it, pressing the back of your head securely to the safety of his haven while you crawl into his lap, curling your legs around his waist like a child and holding on for dear life. Your cries settle into a fractured rhythm, wrecked sobs cracking from a dry throat over and over, streams of uncontrollable tears spouting down your face, over the hills of your cheeks, and around the valley of your lips while mucus befriends every orifice in the vicinity until eventually--it stops.

You hiccup the last of your explosion into the darkness. Where once your arms had the strength to hold to Yoongi, they now hang limply at your sides. Your face, red, swollen, and raw, is twisted to one side, your cheek squished against Yoongi’s shoulder while your gaze fixes with an exhaustion to the view of the city lights in the distance of your window pane. Your knees are bent to either side of his lap still, and one of his hands sits there atop your thigh, smooth palm massaging thick circles into your flesh. His other hand acts as a belt along with his arm around the curve of your waist--the only thing holding you upright against him for lack of any energy left in your limbs.

“I love you,” his toffee-colored voice swims into the air, the sound a divine contrast to the previous wails echoing around the walls. “So much, Y/N.” The heavenly feeling of his lips finds the crown of your head, sponging light and solicitous pressure to various spots. “It’ll be okay. It’s going to be okay.” He continues to rub soft reassurance against your thigh, fingertips squeezing.

You say nothing, only nodding slowly against his shoulder, your eyes still transfixed on a passing car in the distance.

“We’ll apologize in the morning, yeah? Try again next year.”

You swallow dryly, taking a ragged breath that sends a decent hurt through your chest before surging the remnants of your energy to gather your arms back around Yoongi’s neck. Your fingers find a small comfort in the soft fronds of hair at the nape.

“....yeah. We’ll try again.”

There’s a contented sigh laced with affection and relief that expels from above you followed by the refreshing sound of Yoongi’s snort. “That’s my nut.”

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