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bangtan-madi · 3 years

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Top Albums of 2020

I was tagged by the amazing @joonni to list my top nine twelve albums of 2020! This was honestly so hard, but so fun. I love any tags to do with music xD (Your music taste was amazing btw! Sorry I went a little crazy and did a few extra lol.) Thanks lovie 💓

I went with the albums that I loved as whole (aka I loved most, if not all, of the songs) and listened to the most this year. Some choices have deeper meanings, while others were just flat-out enjoyable. I also stuck with albums that came out this year only, but I wasn’t sure if that was inherently part of the challenge. I wasn’t too picky on the criteria, just went with the ones that made up the score for my 2020. All albums have Spotify links incase something catches your eye! (Apologies for my extra-ness; I added recommendations from each album and a brief...ish explanation as to why it made the list.)

Also, they’re in no particular order, because this was difficult enough...

Map of the Soul: 7 by BTS

Explanation — This album was my first comeback as part of the BTS Army. There are so many tracks that I adore, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I was so excited for music. It breathed life into my Spotify, it was the album I listened to the most this year, and Black Swan was my most listened song. The differing music genres that they played with, all the way from orchestral to trap to hip hop and synth pop, left me more and more excited as the songs progressed. If there was a #1 on this list, it would be MOTS:7.

Highlights — Interlude: Shadow, Black Swan, ON, We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal

Zero: Fever Part.1 by Ateez

Explanation — This was the soundtrack to my summer. I hadn’t heard much from Ateez, but what I had heard, I wasn’t a huge fan of? Maybe I hadn’t been grabbed yet, but oh boy. Zero: Fever definitely did that. Every track is such high energy and memorable, so it was so hard to pick favorites! I’ll always think back on this one for summer, and will be transported back to plenty of sunset commutes.

Highlights — Fever, Thanxx, One Day At A Time

The Dream Chapter: Eternity by Tomorrow x Together

Explanation — Until this mini album, I had only listened to TXT in passing. I liked their stuff, but I feel like this is where they really found their stride. TDC:E caught me totally off-guard, in the best way possible. To me at least, this one is a work of art. Each of the six tracks is so entrancing, and so different from each other while still working together as a cohesive story. And don’t even get me started on the MVs! This is an album that I listen to for feels and fun, which to me, TXT are just brilliant at.

Highlights — Fairy of Shampoo, Maze in the Mirror, Eternally

Dystopia: The Tree of Language by Dreamcatcher

Explanation — It took me forever to find a girl group that I could really stan, like hardcore. This comeback for Dreamcatcher was when I realized they were it for me. This album in particular is so diverse. Their voices are both haunting and beautiful, and the way they interweave rock/alternative elements into their music has always turned my ear. They are so different from so many other girl groups out there, from the sound to their stage presence to their aesthetic. I will never stop talking about them, and this album really shows the best of their work thus far.

Highlights — Red Sun, Sahara, Paradise

BE by BTS

Explanation — How could BE not be on this list? What a perfect end to a shitty year. There’s something so comforting yet uplifting about this one, and I will happily admit I cried when I first heard Blue & Grey. Who am I kidding, I still do. There’s only one other artist I have listed on here with two albums, so BTS is in good company. What more is there to say other than BE was the warm hug we all needed.

Highlights — Life Goes On, Blue & Grey, Dis-ease, Stay

Heng:garae by Seventeen

Explanation — This is another group that I hadn’t listened to much before this album. I was so surprised and excited. Every song that passed, I found myself smiling more. Their voices are astoundingly beautiful, and the songs are sickeningly catchy. Another album that I go to just to have fun. It’s one of my favorites to just put on when a day is good, but doesn’t Seventeen make it a little better regardless?

Highlights — Fearless, Kidult, I Wish, Together

The Untamed by various

Explanation — If you’ve seen the Chinese drama The Untamed, then you know exactly why this is on there. This album is a collection of songs that are themes for the characters in the show, most of which are sung by the actors themselves. Let me tell you; I don’t know a lick of Mandarin, but these are some of the most stunning songs I’ve ever heard. It’s one of the things that drew me to the drama to begin with; everything, including the music, is breathtaking. The classical Chinese sound plays so well with the character’s stories and singer’s vocals. They tell stories all on their own and give the drama so much depth. Even if you’re not a fan of the show or webtoon it’s based on, give this one a listen. You won’t be disappointed!

Highlights — [Wen Qing] woodland, [Wen Ning] Chi Ni, [Lan Xichen] Bu You, [Jiang Yanli & Jin Zixuan] Yong Ge, [Interlude] Yi Nan Ping, [Nie Minghao & Nie Huaisang] Qing He Ju

Humanity (Chapters I & II) by Thomas Bergersen

Explanation — If you know anything about me, you know how important orchestral music is to me. It’s been a huge part of my music journey ever since I was in middle school. Thomas Bergersen has been my favorite composer for years; the way he integrates the classical with the modern is just...there are no words. These two albums cannot be listed separately; they’re part of a seven-part project titled Humanity. Chapters I & II came out in 2020, and honestly, I have no words. The way he tells a story through almost entirely lyric-less work is just immaculate. I’ve never felt more powerful, emotional, or inspired than when listening to these two. I cried when I first heard Your Imagination and Materialize. No matter how I am feeling, whether I need inspiration or hope or just some peace of mind, I go here. I’ve never felt more healed than when listening to his work. If you take a chance to listen to anything on this list, PLEASE. Give these a try.

Highlights — We Are One, Wings, Humanity, Your Imagination, Materialize, Innocence, The Stars Are Coming Home

Brightest Blue by Ellie Goulding

Explanation — I don’t listen to a ton of western music that isn’t orchestral or lofi, but I used to adore Ellie Goulding. Halcyon was my entire teen-hood. When I saw she came out with a new album this year, I gave it a listen for sentimentality reasons. And boy, I still love her. Her voice is both angelic and haunting, and her sound is so unique. The messages given in these songs are powerful, potent, a tad bit bittersweet, and especially valid for young women navigating adult life. Also the instrumentals backing her vocals are often big and grand and symphonic, filled with piano and violin. That’s enough to get me to listen. And to top it all off, the collabs she has on this album are so fitting for each track, it’s absolutely beautiful.

Highlights — Start, Cyan, Ode To Myself, Woman, Flux, Overture, Slow Grenade, Hate Me

Beneath Your Waves by Sleepy Fish

Explanation — If there’s one kind of music that shuts off the little anxiety bug in my brain and gets me to work, one that isn’t as intense as orchestral music and that doesn’t put me into sensory overload like orchestral sometimes does, it’s lofi. And Sleepy Fish does it so freakin’ well. This album that came out this year is one of my most often repeated over and over. When I’m struggling with sensory issues at work, I put this one repeat and my mind just...goes...quiet. It’s like medicine. And the tunes are so catchy and sweet. I’m instantly transported to someplace magical, some seaside city straight out of a Ghibli film, and far away from the things that are troubling me. Then I can finally get some work done, get to sleep, or just quiet my mind. If you struggle with sensory issues or anxiety like I do, give this album a shot. Also, the album titled My Room Becomes The Sea from 2019 is excellent.

Highlights — Velocities, Sunbreak, Swimming, Nights Like These, Winter Winter

WOOPS! by Woodz

Explanation — Another mini album that is just a blast to listen to, but it also has such a soft side that hits me in the feels. I don’t see a lot of people talking about Woodz, but you all should give him a listen. He’s so talented, and his voice on this one is just *chef’s kiss* everything. The mixing is also impeccable and pairs so well with his vocals.

Highlights — Bump Bump, On my own, Sweater, Tide

D-2 by Agust D

Explanation — I mean, we all knew this one was gonna be dope. Yoongi did not disappoint. This mixtape is so different from most of the stuff I listen to, but I absolutely adored it. The truth and rhythm and pure talent in each and every verse stuns me still. I find myself especially drawn to this one when I’m frustrated (not exclusively, but often, ‘cause 2020.) Both his truth and sound give me a safe place to feel that frustration and anxiety and vent/work through it. I don’t know what it is about Yoongi, but to me, all of his work is like a comforting friend going, “Hey, you’re totally valid and okay for feeling this way...but it sucks, doesn’t it?”

Highlights — Daechwita, People, Dear my friend

Now, I’ll tag these lovely people! Only if you wanna :)

@kooala @cultleaderyoongi @yoontopia @hobicomeholla29 @helenazbmrskai @moon-write @dreamcatcherjiah @ditttiii

#tag #tagged #mutuals #get to know me

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gotmetalkinginmysleep · 5 years

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Sleepless

Genre: Smut (of course) with Yoongi x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex (be safe folks), maybe a little soft in places, oral sex (female receiving), non-penetrative ass play, slight overstimulation, mention of sleeping pills (Reader takes a melatonin before the story begins)

Summary: Y/N can’t sleep no matter how hard she tries. Seeking comfort from her partner (Yoongi), she finally gets to sleep or so she thought.

Reference: 140503 at Dawn by Agust D. That was playing in my head anyway.

Word count: 2250

It’s the early hours of the morning and calm outside. A soft orange glow lighting the room from the street lamps outside, occasionally mixed with red and white reflections from cars rolling along on the wet tarmac. The lights dancing across the ceiling in a mesmerising way yet in no way helping you get to sleep. Even the melatonin you had taken about an hour ago didn’t feel like it’s going to work, so an audible and frustrated sigh leaves your lips.

Next to you, your other half is sound asleep. Yoongi never has trouble getting to sleep, it’s getting him away from his desk and studio that’s more of an issue. Turning to face him you watch him sleep for a while, hoping his sleepiness would be contagious. His grey hair is slightly frizzy from the wet weather on the way home. He looked so peaceful. Your hands couldn’t resist moving the strands of hair scattered across his forehead to part them. Without realising, you pressed the softest kiss where his hair parted, causing him to stir slightly. Perhaps you were slightly drowsy after all.

“Uggggh.” A moan leaving Yoongi’s lips as he’s disturbed from his slumber. He peeked with one eye, still having the other buried into the pillow. Grimacing, you realise the mistake you made. Waking a sleeping Yoongi is always a bad idea. Whispering, ‘Sorry Yoongi. Go back to sleep’. He reaches out, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, his hands stroking up and down your back.

“Can’t sleep?” he mumbles. Being completely nuzzled into his neck and breathing in his warm scent is helping you to melt into the embrace.

“No,” before letting out a sigh, “I feel sleepy but I can’t drift off”, snuggling lower into his collarbone getting comfortable, “but this is helping.” You lay together for some time, wrapped in his arms, legs intertwined, feeling the soft jersey of sweatpants and coolness of cotton sheets on your bare legs while he continues to sooth your back.

You wake to a press your on lips. It’s soft and gentle. Almost like it’s suppose to be a secret that a kiss is being stolen while you sleep. You haven’t moved from your wrapped position meaning it couldn’t have been long since waking him.

“I’m sorry y/n”, he whispers, “you finally went to sleep but you looked so cute. I couldn’t resist”.

Although heavy, you open your eyes, looking straight into Yoongi’s. He’s taking you all in, seeing his eyes dart all around before laying on your lips once again. His one hand brushing back your hair and the other on your lower back. Letting out a sigh and parting your lips slightly makes his eyes dart straight back to yours, as though to break his temptation from kissing again. Watching him do this causes an unexpected ache deep within you. Being in this drowsy state, it doesn’t feel like you have complete control of your body. Suddenly you were running your hands through his hair, pulling him in towards your kiss.

It starts slow, like waiting for your brain to catch up, but before you knew it, it becomes more and more heated. It’s like he’s sucking the oxygen from your lungs. His hands brushing up your sides causing you to shiver. Your hands running down his back pulling him closer. Parting to breathe, he presses his forehead against yours while catching his breath and looking down at your body. Unable to resist, hands were grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and immediately kissing him as soon as the t-shirt exposed his lips again. He mimics your moves, pulling your t-shirt over your head, letting out a groan as he exposes your chest to the coolness of the room, nipples hardening more than before. Yoongi immediately covers one with his hands, while the other hand pulls the bed sheet up a little to keep you both warm. All the while, he moves his lips to your jaw, working his way down your neck and collarbone. He stops occasionally to admire the purple marks he’s made as he starts crawling backward underneath the bed covers.

Laying on your back, the lights dance on the ceiling once more. Yet this time you’re not waiting for them to lull you to sleep. You just remember noticing them before closing your eyes from the pleasure that Yoongi was causing, now with his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking onto it while his tongue dances around the hardened bud. The ache burning brighter causing you to arch your hips up, grinding your mound against his hips as though they were looking for their own stimulation. You could tell you were already wet by how your lace pants were sticking against your skin. His movements were making your heat intensify quicker than normal. You push the covers over, giving a full view of Yoongi’s work, moving from left to right, leaving your nipples shining in the dim light. His face is flushed and his eyes closed like he’s in a trance. He moves back upwards, staring at your lips the entire time, biting his before mashing them with yours once more.

When he pulls away, he smirks, as though looking for permission to continue. You know that face well, that cocky little shit face he does when he’s smug, knowing he’s pushed you to the limit, making it difficult to say no. You pushing his sweatpants down gives him the permission he craves. Reaching out for him, feeling his hard cock resting on your mound, teasing with where you really want him to be. Gently grabbing your hands, he looks into your eyes while pressing both hands beside your head, linking his fingers between yours. Pressing a kiss to your lips, he pulls away, making his journey down, leaving marks over your stomach and hip bones, all the while saying, “Don’t need to do that, babe. I woke you”.

Once again Yoongi’s under the covers, as though he likes to perform his talents in secret. You feel him push your knees apart exposing yourself to him. Running his hands up the insides of your thighs, you start to arch as he reaches the top, as though trying to give him a better view. Even under the covers, the street lamp glow would show him just how keen you are. He runs his fingers slowly along the lace, as though trying to avoid your pussy until the last moment, making whimpers leave your lips with anticipation. When he finally grazes his fingers along the clothed slit, a groan cames out from under the sheets, causing you to lift them. “Fuck, you’re soaked y/n. Is this why you couldn’t sleep?” Hooking his fingers under the lace, pulling them to one side, he takes in just how wet you are. “Yeah, we’re not going to need these,” pulling the pants off in one swift movement, watching the sticky strings that follow them, causing more moans to leave his lips.

Pants thrown to the side, you’re laying bare on the bed, half covered in sheets with Yoongi still underneath kissing his way up the insides of your thighs, guiding your legs further and further apart as he starts to leave purple marks at the top. Before you can take anymore, his hands hook underneath lifting you to him slightly while he holds onto your hips. You start to moan in frustration but then he kisses your clit. It’s brief and gentle as though to warn his next move. That being him taking one fat stripe with the flat of his tongue all the way up your drenched slit before cupping your clit with his mouth and circling his tongue around it, making you writhe with pleasure. Unable to take it and with a need to see him, the bed sheets are thrown back to uncover him at work. His grey hair between your legs, his hands gripping your hips tight, his eyes dark and lustful, peering up into yours between the grey strands without once stopping his ministrations on your cunt. You can almost feel his smirk when you groan at the sight. “Fuuuuuuck, Yoooongi”. His eyes burn heat as he didn’t break his watch, causing you to rush onto Yoongi’s tongue now it’s inside. Tasting more wetness causes him to close his eyes with the thought of what he’s doing to you, while his moans into your pussy send vibrations up your body.

Knowing how ready you are, he slides 2 of his long nimble fingers into your soaked cunt. Bucking your hips up and whispering his name under the pressure. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down causing bruises that you’ll surely feel tomorrow. The familiar feeling of an orgasm begins to coil within you, walls beginning to tighten around his fingers. Noticing how close, he glances up seeing you half-lidded and fucked out already, up on your elbows while watching his work. He’s not had you so close, so quickly. Perhaps being drowsy is having an effect. “You’re getting tighter already babe. Go on, cum for me,” he says in his deep husky voice. A quick angle change has his fingertips hitting that spot he knows will help you over the edge.

Elbows giving way, you throw your head back into the pillow panting, ”Fuck. Fuck. Fuck”. Seeing this, he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue back and forth making you cum hard on his fingers. Walls milking them for all they’re worth, while he rides you through.

As you come down, he moves to face you, fingers in his mouth cleaning your juices from them. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before his lips meet yours, kissing so hard you can taste yourself on his tongue, sending a hum into his mouth. He’s still hard and pressing against your stomach, smearing pre-cum into your skin. Reaching down to touch him you get your hands moved again, “No babe,” with that smirk of his spreading across his face. Lifting yourself from the pillow and getting into his favourite position, he stops you. Kneeling back and he shakes his head, “I got this”.

He rolls you onto your side, straddling your one leg between his while he wraps the other around his waist. “This is new,” you mumble, still unable to use words properly making him chuckle slightly. Watching him lean back to admire the view, getting to see your face, ass, and cunt on display for him while he smears his pre-cum all over your slit and clit, sending small shudders from overstimulation. Then he’s inching into you, slowly but surely having a hiss leave your mouth. He goes slower to swap pain for pleasure, that and it’s a struggle for him not to lose his mind. “Fuck y/n, you’re so tight.” You begin to groan as you’re getting more and more full of him. “I won’t last long with you this tight, but I want you to cum once more for me. Got it?”. You nod, unable to speak, the sensation of being stretched relighting that fire once more. Once he bottoms out, he stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust and composing himself before he begins fucking you. Hard.

The sounds filling the room are completely inappropriate. There are groans from Yoongi, moans from you and wet noises from the slickness. This new lazy position is hitting places you’ve not felt before and it feels amazing, for you both. Yoongi is leaning back so he can watch himself, his cock stretching you out, covered in your juices, glistening in the light. “Fuck this looks hot”, he growls. Yoongi places a thumb on your clit and one on your ass, circling his thumbs around them. The coil tightens rapidly from the pleasure he’s inflicting, and Yoongi can tell. “Shit, you’re getting so... nngh, fuck”.

He can feel your walls tightening once more, gripping onto his cock like a vice, “Yoongi, I’m close”. He’s slowing meaning he’s near too, but he wants to send you over the edge once more, and it needs to happen now. Deciding he needs to take action before he loses his load, Yoongi leans over and takes your nipple in his mouth. This was the final straw causing you to cum hard and scream in pleasure. Your walls throbbing so much he can’t hold back any longer and fills you up with his cum with a groan. He stops his movements on your clit, ass, and chest but he rides through both of your orgasms.

Collapsing on the bed, Yoongi pulls you into him once more. Pulling up the bed covers, wrapping his arms around you and intertwining your legs. “Shouldn’t we clean up,” you mumble against him, all the while wishing not to move. You were breathing in his scent again and it was having an intoxicating effect, bringing on that much-needed sleep. He pulls you into the same spot in his neck and collarbone that’s so comfy.

“Nah, do it in the morning. It’s only a few hours until the alarm sounds anyway,” he groans while soothing your back with his hands.

“Let’s work from home,” sighing as you slowly drift off back to sleep.

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” he whispers while kissing your forehead and nodding off into a much-deserved slumber.

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pinkchannies · 6 years

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cheesier than cheesecake

i got inspired to write this on my 5 hours flight to hong kong bcz i ate cake on my way to the airport and miraculously wrote this on my flight in one go

also heading to hong kong eh wink wink nudge nudge @ agust d //slapped

well here's a jin oneshot because kim seokjin is my number one man and bias in bts and we need some shoulder man love in our lives amirite

laksndowxjoe i couldn't post this earlier bECAUSE WIFI AND MY COM WASN'T COOPERATING :(( sob well ok here i am posting it now LMAO bless wifi pls live

genre: fluff , is this considered comedy, crack has slipped into this fic again

requested: no

pairing: seokjin x reader

author notes: reader is a baking/walking disaster bcz mood, jin screaming and being a mama hen, idk how i wrote this in just one flight, chiru probably needs creative writing classes at this point, how do you come up with good titles

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the clock read, 2.09am. i groaned. it was one of those days again. or rather, one of those nights. of grueling hunger and cravings. and there was one way to solve it(or make it worse) without actually eating. though it may not be the best way. do u kno da wae-chiru get out i snatched my phone from my bedside table and loaded instagram, heading straight to the buzzfeedtasty instagram account. yes, tasty. the number one guilty pleasure where their food looks so good even with the simplest ingrediants, and when you recreate it it somehow looks like shit. or maybe i'm just a shitty cook. or maybe plating food to make it look aesthetically pleasing is just that difficult. or maybe both. to "satisfy" this sudden craving for sweets, i started watching videos of their deserts. god help me they look so good. the way the cream cheese blends with sugar and turns into a smooth white paste under the electric mixer, with heavy cream added to that mix and that generous teaspoon of vanilla essence that you can literally smell (jin: mMMMm sMELL) through your phone, those cheesecakes and oreos and cream and just all that fattening goodness- y'all this whole instagram account is straight up porn. i already feel fat just by watching these videos. but i'm still hungry af. the struggle is hella real who else can relate "ughhhhhh i wanna bake these godlike creations but i'm scared that i'll accidentally blow up my kitchen..." i groaned into my pillow. yeah, i’m a bit of a walking disaster, luckily i haven't reached namjoon's level. i think. one time my cookies almost turned out spicy because i was cooking spicy noodles at the same time. please don't ask. someone please just buy me a huge cheesecake to binge eat whilst i cry over my bad life decisions, one of which would be eating a whole 1542 calorie cheesecake at the asscrack of dawn. an imaginary or rather, imajinary-chiru stob light bulb went off from my head. there was one man made for this situation. one shoulder man, to be exact. i clicked on the contact "worldwide shoulders" and started typing.

(y/n) 2.30am

shoulder man take me by the hand lead me to the land that u understand

worldwide shoulders 2.35am

ya, its like 2.30am, shouldn't you be asleep? don't make me confiscate your phone

(y/n) 2.35am

sorry mom

worldwide shoulders 2.36am

yA tHIs chILd what's up, u usually don't text this late

(y/n) 2.37am

r u free tmr i wanna bake cheesecake pretty please

worldwide shoulders 2.38am

what a *cheesy* date if i do say so myself

(y/n) 2.38am

jIN its too early for puns :(

worldwide shoulders 2.39am

excuse you my puns are jinius

(y/n) 2.39am

SO cAN U BAKE WITH ME TMR :((( well actually it’ll be later today pls i owe u one

worldwide shoulders 2.40am

fine make sure u have the stuff ready, i'll come over at 10 go sleep its late

(y/n) 2.41am

yAY THANKS JINNIE

worldwide shoulders 2.41am

EXCUSE ME I AM OLDER THAN U (y/n) 2.42am :p see u tmr!! gnite shoulder man *finger heartu* worldwide shoulders 2.43am the disrespect i swear ----- "jin this is too tiring..." i groaned, my arms aching. "just a little bit more... just beat it harder." "look, must i really use my hands for this?" i whined. jin deadpanned. "(y/n) it's becoming white already, just continue. you wanted me to teach you right?" "why the hell can't i just use the electric mixer for the egg whites? its much faster than hand beating it..." i grumbled. "this is as good as doing 240 push-ups like jungkook," i whined. "my child there will be no shortcuts in this house when it comes to baking or cooking," i snorted at that. says the one who uses seasoning in his food. i mean, who doesn't? "i guess we can say that the cake will be eggcellent." he let out a windshield-wiper laugh at his own joke while i groaned at the terrible pun. "jin pls." ----- "DON'T CHOP THE BUTTER LIKE THAT OHMY GOD (Y/N) YOU'RE GOING TO CHOP YOUR HAND OFF LIKE THAT NO YOU'RE WORSE THAN NAMJOON SLICING ONIONS." jin shrieked at my horrible attempt to slice the frozen solid butter. i had forgotten to take the butter out to thaw, so now i had to face the consequences. of slicing, no, chopping, through rock solid butter that is stubborn about becoming smaller pieces. go me

he sighed and went behind me, his larger frame engulfing mine as he positioned my hand to hold the knife properly. "rest your index on top of the blade and your thumb and middle on its sides. this way, you'll have a better grip on the knife. and it reduces the chances of the knife slipping and chopping your finger off." he guides my fingers to hold the knife, while rambling on the precautions to take-which entered one ear and left the other. how am i supposed to concentrate when i've never been in this close proximity with the man until this moment? gosh he was warm and it feels real cozy, his chin gently resting on my shoulder to oversee the process, his larger hand on my smaller one guiding me to chop the butter. how domestic, i chuckled at the thought. i wonder how his hand would look like with his fingers entwined with mine- -which is what i did with the hand unoccupied by the knife. without me even registering it, i grabbed his free hand. our hands were clasped together and our fingers were tangled with each other. “omg (y/n) what are you doing” i screamed in my brain. do y’all ever just get intrusive thoughts like this and regret everything leading up to this moment. jin gave me a quizzical look that screamed "what are you doing." ok but same jin, same. well this turned awkward. in my panic, i let go of his hand. and the knife. good job, (y/n). "OH MY GOD LOOK OUT" jin yelled for what must be the 182297318th time today at my screw up and pulled me away from the knife which fell to the floor with a clang. i was pressed flushed against his chest as he pulled my body closer to his, almost as if we were snuggling. except that now is not really the time to snuggle with the situation at hand. thankfully the knife didn’t hurt any of us, but i knew, i was in deep shit with jin. i mentally braced myself for the lecture i was going to get. oh boy this is going to be ugly. "look (y/n), i dont care if you cant cook for shit." his face was starting to turn red from the incoming rant, and i had to stifle a giggle at that. there was always something amusing about jin scolding-maybe it comes from the fact that even if the mood is serious, he still wants to make everyone laugh and doesn’t want an atmosphere too damp. so his scolding just somehow turns comical. i bit down on my bottom lip harshly to stop the giggles, lest the lecture becomes longer. "but you are handling something sharp, please be careful." "i understand." i sighed. "look if i'm not here, you could have been seriously injured, you can't just play while handling knives. luckily i was around and could pull you away before it landed on your feet and cause you to internally bleed in your toe. do you even know how nasty it looks to have that black blood clot under your nail?" i nodded sheepishly. "loOK, WHAT IF YOU WERE ALONE? YOU COULD HAVE BLED TO DEATH AND THEN I WOULD NEED TO HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL WHICH WOULD NOT END WELL MAJOR BLOOD LOSS IS NOT A FUN THING OK YOU NEED BLOOD TRANSFUSION SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THE KNIFE DONT BE A SECOND NAMJOON." "yes mom." "excuse you i am not your mother." "alright you're excused mr worldwide handsome... mom." "YA THIS BRAT." ----- thankfully, that was the only major incident-or as the drama queen puts it, life threatening incident-that happened while baking the cheesecake. after 2 hours of screaming together and jin telling me how to carry out baking procedures properly, we finally put the cake together. "jin, she's beautiful." i shed a fake tear at our finished product. fake tear-fake love tear-chiru why are you so lame "yeah, but im more beautiful amirite." ".....you're inedible so obviously the cheesecake is prettier than you." he looked at me with a mock look of offense and i giggled at that. "well at least my face doesn't need to be caked with makeup to look good." "jin, why are you so lame." just like me "hey at least i'm still walking." "oh my god." "i mean that's not my name, but god's also a good name for someone as handsome as me." "........i give up." there was a tense moment of pregnant silence that settled between us. suddenly, we both burst out laughing at our ridiculous banter filled with bad puns, courtesy of jin. "let's eat the cheesecake, shall we?"

#bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts #bts oneshots #fluff #kim seokjin #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #jinnie #fanfic #oneshot #bulletproof boyscouts #i was watching too many food vids and this happened HAHAHAH #seokjin fluff #reader insert #seokjinnie #p cliche but i try #how does one tag

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years

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The Agust D Costume (Dad!Yoongi x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: can i request some min yoongi fluff maybe something with him being your husband and father of your kids

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None! I think lmao

Word Count: 2214

A/N: Fun fact: my mother’s nickname for me is Minnie too lol. Anyway, I’m a soft binch for Yoongi, especially Yoongi as a dad, so I loved doing this (even if I’m not too happy about it, but I never am with my fics lmao). Regardless, I’m so sorry for the wait as always, and I hope you don’t mind that I changed the prompt around to fit with Halloween! Happy reading!

Yoongi can recall the day you told him you were pregnant as if it happened yesterday; the fear that spiked through him when he thought of how soon it was for him to have a child, the shame of allowing it to happen, and even the refusal to admit that you were pregnant.

He felt much like a child himself in that moment, not ready to face another stage of adulthood just yet, but he had to suck it up for you and be a father. And in the blink of an eye you were in labour, and after a gruelling 11 hours Yoongi was holding the most beautiful baby girl in his arms with the gummiest grin he’s ever produced in his life. His fear, still lying beneath the surface, was now mixed with love and excitement – his very own flesh and blood sleeping soundly in his arms as he was now faced with the task of protecting her with his life.

Little Soomin, with a head of dark hair and equally as dark eyes, was the very reincarnation of Yoongi. A sleepy, quiet child, she only complained when there was a distinct lack of food in her tummy and when the world was too loud for her delicate ears, keeping an adorable pout much like her fathers on her face at all times.

Truthfully, she made the horrors of being a first time parent much easier for Yoongi, and he flew threw 4 years like a breeze, making memories left, right and centre with the one girl who owned his heart just as much as you did.

And when Soomin told him she wanted to dress up like her daddy for Halloween, he was charmed like a snake, and thought it would be the simplest thing to do. After all, he was Agust D, he knows what he wears. Not hard, right?

Unfortunately, for him, Soomin was just too picky.

“No, Daddy! Not that one!” she whined, huffing exaggeratedly and crossing her short arms, brows furrowed into a cute scowl. Yoongi sighed for the umpteenth time that day, placing the small grey hoodie back onto the rack monotonously, like he’s done the other 500 times. The workers in the clothing shop gave him looks of pity as they passed by, laughing in amusement at the father and daughter’s antics. He reckons he’s been stuck in the kids section of the shop for around an hour trying to help with choosing the right clothes to make her into a mini Agust D. Problem was she hated everything that made her look exactly like Agust D.

“Minnie, please,” he begged, fingers making their way towards his face and pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation. The bright colours of the children’s section were an eyesore, and his head was beginning to throb painfully in what he predicted would be the migraine of the century. “You wanted to be daddy for Halloween, this is what daddy wears,” he articulated, but the child was having none of it.

“No, that looks ugly,” she pouted, stomping her little foot, and Yoongi watched as the sketchers lit up in an array of flashing colours while he sighed quietly through his nose.

Again.

“Are you calling me ugly?” he asked simply, his mind failing to think up anything smarter, and instead smiled slightly at his daughter while he awaited her answer and tried to diminish the boiling in his blood from having to be in this section for so long.

Except if he was hoping for something as sweet as sugar, he wasn’t going to get it.

She is his daughter, after all.

“Yeah,” she said matter-of-factly, and he went slack jawed at her blunt response. Her dark eyes searched the racks of clothing, scanning over each and every piece she saw while her father stood dumbly by her side, mouth opening and closing in shock. He shook his head after a beat, scowling and mumbling incoherently under his breath.

Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, he slipped his sleek phone out from the front pocket of his ripped jeans and opened up his contacts, searching for your name as if it were second nature. After three rings you answered, the faint sound of rustling in the background reaching Yoongi’s ears.

“Yello,” you mumbled over the lollipop in your mouth, and Yoongi rolled his eyes. He knew you’d steal something.

“The sweets are supposed to be kept for the kids, you know,” he droned, and you made a scoffing sound in return, the lollipop leaving your mouth as you smacked your lips.

“Hello to you too,” you said sarcastically. “And I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want. I can just buy more,” you explained, and Yoongi sighed once more at your childishness. Why were the women in his life so troublesome? What did he do to deserve this?

Ignoring your comment, Yoongi ploughed straight ahead with the one thing he wanted to say since you answered your phone.

“Help.”

You laughed loudly, your cackles echoing through the receiver and straight through Yoongi’s brain, his irritation spiking even further when you unexpectedly called over Hoseok to the phone.

“What’s he doing there?” Yoongi asked, jealousy spiking through him. The two of you were probably going to eat all the sweets! He wouldn’t even get to have any. He silently prays neither of you found his hidden stash underneath the kitchen sink.

“He’s helping me cook dinner, I couldn’t cook for nine all by myself. You’re on loud speaker, say hi!” He heard Hoseok’s boisterous greeting through the phone, so loud, that he had to place the phone some distance away from his face to protect his eardrums.

“Go away, Hobi,” he drawled, and smirked when Hoseok began to whine like a baby missing its toy. “Anyway, as I was saying, I need help.”

“Yoongi, babe, it’s not that hard,” you laughed, Hoseok following suit as you revelled in Yoongi’s misery. “You’re Agust D, I would think you would know what you wear,” you remarked, slurping the lollipop obnoxiously.

“Funny,” Yoongi deadpanned, eyes trained on his daughter as she looked through the shelves lined with shoes. “Would be pretty easy if she didn’t hate every single thing I showed her.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Hoseok commented. “She always likes the things I get her. She never has any problem then.” Yoongi bit his lip from saying something rude about how smug Hoseok sounded right now, but you, ever his font of love and support, saved him.

“That’s because she’s as cute as a button around her uncles and strangers. She doesn’t want to seem anything less than saintly. But around us, that’s a different story altogether. Around us, she’s more comfortable, so she can be as assertive as she wants. Isn’t that right, Yoongs?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, giving a laugh of disbelief. “She called me ugly.”

There was a beat of silence before Yoongi had to tear his phone away again from his ears, some workers in the store even turning their heads at the loud crackling sound emitting from his device. You and Hoseok laughed loudly for around a minute straight until it died down to stupid giggles, his face etched into a scowl as he awaited a chance to speak.

“Oh, oh my god,” you breathed, snickers overcoming you once more while Hoseok simply guffawed and clapped like a seal beside you. “That is the best thing I heard all year. I love her, my offspring is so perfect, she’s amazing. Thank you Yoongi for helping me create her. Fantastic, 10/10,” you babbled, Yoongi tutting into the receiver.

“Any time,” he replied cheekily, and vaguely heard Hoseok squawking about preserving his innocence. “But seriously, help me. Everything that looks even remotely Agust D, she hates it, and doesn’t want to wear it. Says it ‘isn’t right’, or something. I don’t know what to do,” he mutters dismally, heaving a sigh that lifted his shoulders.

“Did you try asking if she wanted to be something else for Halloween?” Hoseok suggested, and Yoongi made a noise of agreement.

“Yeah, but she’s dead set on being Agust D. That idea went completely over her head. Halloween will be ruined if she’s not dressed as daddy, apparently,” he reiterated, feeling weary and exhausted. He just wanted to go home and eat his candy.

You hummed and went quiet while Hoseok listed off different suggestions distractedly, but Yoongi knew you well enough to know you were thinking this through carefully. Your intelligence and thoughtfulness were one of the things he love most about you, after all. You spoke up after a moment of contemplation.

“Let her.”

“What?” both Yoongi and Hoseok asked simultaneously, and you laughed lightly, clearing your throat.

“Let her pick the clothes she wants. Let her create her own version of Agust D. She wants to be you, but let her create her own identity. A mini Agust D prototype. I’m surprised you didn’t think of this early, Yoongs,” you chided gently, and Yoongi felt a wave of shame wash over him. Why didn’t he think of this earlier? He nodded, quickly adding ‘yeah, I guess’ when he remembered you couldn’t see him. “Hmm. Now, hurry up and get her costume sorted, I want both my babies back home in time for dinner? Capiche?”

His face flushed at the pet name, knowing Hoseok most likely heard it, but he confirmed that he will return home to you soon, now that he knows what to do.

“I love you!”

“Shut up, Hobi.”

Hanging up quickly and placing the phone back into his pocket, he headed towards where Soomin was standing, browsing through the vast selection of jeans on the racks. He patted her head softly, and she gazed up at him with wide eyes.

“See anything you like?” he asked, and she grinned a big, near toothless smile, pointing towards a pair of baggy jeans with little dark patchwork designs in the holes on them. Right, not bad. He could work with that. He flashed her his own gummy smile, and took a pair in her size. “Nice choice, Minnie,” he complimented, and watched as she glowed underneath her father’s praise, his own heart swelling with happiness at the sight of her.

“Alright, what next? What else do you think Agust D wears?”

Her chubby fingers grabbed his slender ones and tugged him towards the jackets, picking up a purple hoodie with silver sparkles running through it, the light bouncing against it in every direction. At least it was a hoodie, he thinks, as he takes it from her and asks what’s the next item of clothing she requires.

She all but threw a tiny pair of silver converse in his face, small voice emitting a ‘sorry Daddy!’ before she was running off towards the hats and picking up a black bucket hat. Yoongi was dumbfounded at that; he expected her to pick up just a regular baseball cap. “Nice choice,” he said, slightly impressed at her taste in hats, and she merely gave a smug smirk too similar to his own in response, causing him to shake his head. Honestly, why couldn’t she have gotten more of your traits, other than the annoying ones?

Heading to the cash register, he listened to his daughter’s excited ramblings about Halloween and her outfit, placing the items on the countertop as he lifted her up into his arms. The woman behind the register rose an eyebrow at the choice of clothing, an uneasy smile on her face as she looked up at him, but he simply gave her a cold look, one that had her cowering and ducking her head, scanning the clothing as fast as she could. If his baby wanted to wear those clothes, she could. No two ways about it. Paying the total that the clothes came to, he grabbed the bag and walked out of the shop, Soomin’s arms linking around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Will I make a good Agust D?” she questioned, and Yoongi chuckled lowly, squeezing her close to him as he walked.

“You’re going to be the best Agust D,” he stated, tone soft as cotton, a tone only reserved for his girls. “Even better than the man himself.”

She nodded her head slightly, clutching him even tighter than before and feeling pleased at his words, hiding her smile in his neck, but Yoongi wasn’t fooled. He could feel the Cheshire grin against his skin.

“Daddy, can we get some hot chocolate please?” she asked quietly, and Yoongi knew resisting her was futile at this point. So, he nodded, heading towards the closest coffee shop with her as she planted a soft kiss upon his cheek, and Yoongi smiled stupidly. He couldn’t resist her any better than he could resist you.

Maybe that’s what she picked up from you.

“After we have dinner later with all your uncles, I hid some candy for us to eat later, just the two of us. Sound good?” he asked, pushing open the glass café doors with one hand as he balanced his child in the other.

“Oh, Mommy and I already ate those, Daddy.”

“Wait, what?!”

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stuckinthekookiejar · 7 years

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Distractions pt 11

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4856

Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.

After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something.

The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.

“Hey, Jiminie. What’s that?” Yoongi pointed to the bowl Jimin was eating from.

Jimin, who got startled, quickly fixed his slouched posture, “Oh this? It’s just food.”

Yoongi huffed, came over to the younger, “Well, no shit. Can I have some? I’m kinda feeling a bit hungry.”

“Sure. I’ll go get you a bowl.” Jimin got up and went to fix Yoongi a bowl of food

The elder took a seat across from where Jimin was sitting and peered over to the television which was playing some entertainment news. The anchor stood on a platform with photos of 2S displaying on the screen behind him,

“This morning rookie group Shooting Stars dropped unexpected cover videos of the songs that each member claimed they had a special attachment to. Just after the five videos were released four hours ago, they have gone viral on the internet garnering much praise from fans all over the world. Out of all the videos, the two that brought the most wow factor were those of members Leo and Y/N.

Rapper Leo, or Kang Sol Mi, chose to cover the personal yet powerful song ‘The Las’ written and performed by none other than Agust D, aka Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Suga. Fans especially praised Leo’s ability to fully convey the feelings expressed by the original artist as well as adding a zest of her own personal emotions as well.

Main Vocalist Y/N was also highly praised because she was the only one to display her dance capabilities instead of her voice. In her video, she showcased why she is 2S’ dance leader in her perfectly executed dance cover to ‘Lie’ by Jimin also of the popular group BTS.

The song choices made by Leo and Y/N has obviously gotten fans stirred up especially since 2S’ love and admiration for BTS are no secrets. Rumors have been...”

“Hyung.” Jimin turned Yoongi’s attention away from the television, “Here. It’s pretty hot, so...be careful.”

“Thanks.” The younger returned to his seat and the sound of the television became nothing but background noise to the two. Mindlessly, Yoongi took a bite of the food Jimin had served him and instantaneously he recognized the taste,

“Jimin...where did you get this porridge?”

“The porridge?” Jimin paused for a split second, curling one of his fists under the table, “I...I got it from a restaurant nearby.”

Yoongi knew Jimin was lying to him, "Oh did you? Which one?”

“Just one...a few blocks away. I don’t remember the name of it. Does it really matter, hyung?” He jabbed his spoon in the porridge with much force causing a loud clatter. Yoongi had seen Jimin when he was angry, but he never acted this way in front of him before, “Hey, hyung? ...Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“It’s about Y/N-noona.” The entire time, Jimin had been looking down at his bowl of food but only when he brought you up did he look at Yoongi straight in the eye. Just like how Yoongi could sense that there was something wrong with his dongsaeng, Jimin could easily see the apprehension in his hyung’s eyes.

“Y-Y/N? What about her?” Beads of sweat formed all over Yoongi’s body in anticipation. He wondered what sort of thing Jimin would ask. Deep down, Yoongi was scared. Did Jimin know about you and him? About his past? What would he do if he did know? Would he tell someone? Yoongi quickly dismissed that idea. Jimin was like family to him and he knew that the younger felt the same way. Jimin wouldn’t hurt him...would he?

“Um...” Jimin’s tight grip on his spoon loosened and he let out a sigh, “Sun Hee-noona told me how Y/N-noona may have a bit of trouble when recording the bridge. They asked me if I could come with you to help them record. I wanted to ask you about it before I agreed to anything.”

A wave of relief crashed on Yoongi and his rapid heart rate slowed down, “Oh...well if they asked for the help, then I guess it’s fine. I plan on going back tomorrow so you can come along.”

“Thanks, hyung!” Jimin seemed to be back to his old smiley self, “Hyung...is something wrong? You look kinda stressed.” he took another bite before continuing, “Why? Did you think I was going to ask you something else?”

Since Jimin had food in his mouth, Yoongi couldn’t tell if he was just chewing or if he intended to have a smirk on his face,

“No, not at all.” Yoongi replied before taking in a bite of the porridge.

Yoongi and Jimin made their way up to the second floor in Music Box’s elevator in route to the recording studio. It was fairly early, but Yoongi wanted to make sure that he was there on time after his sudden week-long hiatus.

Jimin was standingTo Yoongi’s relief, Jimin seemed to be acting like his usual self after yesterday’s lunch incident. He figured that maybe he was just overthinking this and worrying too much...but that didn’t explain why Jimin lied about the fact that the porridge was made by you. It wasn’t like it was a big deal or anything, so Yoongi decided to push the issue into the back of his mind.

The metallic doors slid open and the pair walked into the open lounge.

“Hyung?”

“Yeah, Jiminie?”

“Where’s the bathroom? I need to use it.”

“Aish,” Yoongi lightly poked the younger on the shoulder, “I told you to use the bathroom before we left.”

“My bad. Sorry that my bladder isn’t as big as yours.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s...YAH.” Jimin shoved Yoongi before he could finish that statement, “What? I was gonna say my height is bigger!”

“Hyung, that doesn’t make any sense. Plus, we are practically the same height.”

“Nuh-uh.” Yoongi stood on his toes as he squared up to Jimin causing the younger to break out in laughter.

A loud squeal from down the hall startled the pair. Hwa Joo, who covered her red face with her hands scurried towards them, “Omo...the ship...it’s s-sailing...” She mumbled so softly that her voice was barely audible.

“What did you say?” Jimin asked.

“N-Nothing...” It took her a moment, but she finally noticed Yoongi standing behind Jimin, “Oh! Yoongi-oppa! You’re back! We were all worried you know...”

“Sorry about that...Jimin told me all about how concerned you all were. I promise I won’t get sick again anytime soon.”

“You better not! You should’ve seen how much Mimi-unnie sulked the entire week. And Y/N-unnie too! She was so quiet at the dorms and...” She brought her hands to her mouth as soon as she realized what she just said, “Oops...uh...just forget what I said...my unnies would kill me..hehehe...”

Hwa Joo was quick to alleviate the sudden awkwardness as she took Jimin by the wrist, “Oppa! Why don’t I show you around Music Box? You’ve only seen the dance studio, but the rest of the building is cool. And there’s a load of free snacks!”

Jimin was a bit hesitant, “I don’t know... Shouldn’t we be working on the song or something?”

“Jimin, why don’t you just go with her? You needed the bathroom, right? I’m sure Hwa Joo can show you where it is.”

“Yeah! And the bridge is the only thing being recorded today anyway. You need Y/N-unnie for that, but she isn’t here yet so we have time to spare.”

“Okay then. I’ll go with...” Hwa Joo whisked away dragging Jimin along with her before he could finish his sentence.

“Don’t take too long!” Yoongi shouted down the hall before making his way to the recording studio.

You looked down at your watch as you fidgeted in the elevator. Mentally, you scolded yourself for missing your alarm and oversleeping for over half an hour. Luckily you managed to get dressed and ready in a timely manner, so you weren’t going to be as late as you thought you were going to be...but that didn’t change the fact that you’d still be late.

Once the doors opened you took no time to dash across the lounge and into the recording studio. The door swung open with a loud thud, and you heaved since you were so out of breath after running to Music Box from your dorm. You found Yoongi sitting next to the control panel setting up the equipment to record.

The minute you saw his figure, your heart started to beat so fast you thought it’d leap out of your chest. A wave of nervousness set in and you had no idea why. All he was doing was sitting in a chair working...but seeing that he was alright and back in action made you feel something.

“Oh, Yoongi....um...hi. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I didn’t know you were coming today.” He stood from his chair and turned to face you as you took slow steps towards him,

“Why? Was I supposed to make an announcement or something?”

“Um...uh...” You were flustered and the seriousness in his face and tone made you even more nervous. Yoongi looked at you as you froze up and as your face started to distort in awkwardness. It made him laugh. His sudden outburst made you jump and you looked at him confused,

“Y/N, I’m just kidding around with you.”

“Yah...” You scoffed in disbelief. A part of you wanted to hit him over the head for teasing you and it took the strength you had to hold back, “...anyway, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. Jimin came with me to give you some support, but he’s currently on a tour around the building with Hwa Joo. So we have to wait for them to come back.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And actually...I should be the one apologizing.”

“Huh? For what?”

“For the way I treated you last week. I was out of line and I was insensitive towards you. I shouldn’t have scolded you like that.”

“What? No, you don’t have to apologize. I was in the wrong and I was being stubborn as always. You were right, I wasn’t doing my best and I was too distracted to see it...so no hard feelings.”

You began to walk past him to place your things on a table at the other side of the room when he caught your wrist in his hand making you halt, “Thanks for the porridge by the way...it helped me feel better.”

His touch, his warmth...it burned your skin in such a pleasant way. You didn’t know how much you missed it until now, “Y-You’re welcome.”

“I yelled at you...” he let go of your wrist and you let it carelessly dangle at your side, “...but you still made me porridge when I was sick like you used to. So I was thinking as a way to apologize and to make up for the porridge...maybe you would like to have lunch...with me?”

It took you a moment to take in what he just asked. Min Yoongi was asking you out to dinner. Even though he and you had dated for a few years, him asking you out to dinner still made your heart flutter. Your mouth moved before your brain could fully grasp the situation, “Sure.”

“WE’RE BAAACK!” Hwa Joo came running in with a sweaty Jimin behind her. In his hands were a bunch of snacks that Hwa Joo must’ve given him.

It had been hours since you all started to record, and Hwa Joo had left due to boredom. Soon after she left, Sol Mi came to the studio. The maknae must’ve told her that Yoongi was back.

From the other side of the glass, Sol Mi and Yoongi sat patiently as you and Jimin conversed, probably talking about how to better hit the notes with ease. There were no problems with the recording thus far, you just had trouble reaching the high note. Yoongi had suggested to change it, but you insisted on keeping the song as it was so Jimin went to go help you out.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah?” Sol Mi scooted her chair to sit a bit closer to Yoongi,

“What do you think about them?”

“About who?”

“About Jimin and Y/N. They look good together don’t they?” They stared at you and Jimin through the glass. You were sitting in a chair while Jimin loomed over you, pointing at the sheet of lyrics that was placed on a metal stand. You looked so comfortable having Jimin near you, your faces were almost touching and Jimin’s hand was gently touching your shoulder. Yoongi couldn’t lie to himself, you two did look like a real couple.

He averted his gaze down to the vast panel of buttons and switches. “I guess they’re alright.”

“Hmmm? Only alright? They look perfect to me. Just look at them! Look at the way Jimin looks at her, and look at how perfect she just fits into in frame...they’re like a star-studded couple.”

Yoongi closed his eyes as he felt something grow within him. A sort of burning sensation ripped through his insides trying to devour the little patience he had.

“And have you seen the internet, Yoongi? Ever since she mentioned Jimin’s song in that interview, people have been shipping them so much. Don’t you think it’d make great publicity for both our groups if they start going out? I mean, they look like a perfect match and if the fans want it then why don’t they...”

“Sol Mi...” On the exterior, Yoongi was calm and collected, but on the inside...it was a war zone, “From what I understand, you’re here so that I can demonstrate to you how to properly used the equipment not to discuss relationships. If you don’t plan on focusing on the work then I’d suggest you leave.”

She immediately stopped her yapping after she saw Yoongi’s sudden cold demeanor, “Sorry...”

He sighed and pressed the button that allowed him to communicate with you and Jimin in the room next door, “Let’s call it a day you guys.”

You and Jimin looked at each other then looked to Yoongi, “But we haven’t finished yet.” You protested.

“It’s okay, we can finish up another day.” With that, Yoongi got up, collected his things and left.

You knew Yoongi was upset, but you didn’t know why. Too bad you couldn’t hear the conversation that went on in the room on the other side of the glass.

Sol Mi left and Jimin said he had to go back to his company, so you were all alone in the studio. You were packing your belongings when you received a text. That feeling of butterflies rose again when you saw the name on your screen. You forgot that you never did change his contact name.

[❤ Yoongs❤]: Sorry I walked out earlier. I’m waiting outside.

You took you bag and ran out as fast as you could. When you saw him leave you were a bit disappointed because you thought he forgot about lunch, but you were wrong. He didn’t forget and he was waiting for you.

The doors couldn’t have opened any slower and you were practically prying them open. When you were finally out you frantically looked around as if you were afraid he’d disappear, but you jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder causing you to yelp rather loudly,

“Y/N, calm down. It’s just me.” You turned around and saw Yoongi. He was barely visible with his beanie and mask covering almost the entirety of his face.

“Geez, you scared me...so...where are we having lunch?”

“Follow me.” Yoongi turned on the ball of his foot and began to walk down the sidewalk. Carefully, you trailed behind him since you feared the possibility of anyone recognizing your identities. You kept your head down, you put on your own mask and wore sunglasses. You were so engrossed in covering yourself that you didn’t notice that Yoongi had stopped walking and you ended up bumping into him.

“Ouch...” You rubbed your forehead and flinched in pain. Your head didn’t hurt that much, it was just the sudden contact made you fluster so much you wanted to hide. Suddenly you felt a hand come up and a thumb rub your forehead,

“Aish, you were always so clumsy.” Under his touch, you felt that burning sensation again as you tensed up, “Watch where you’re going or else you’re going to hurt yourself by accident like you always do.”

Somehow you regained the little control you had over your body and swatted his hand away, “Y-Yah...you can’t do this in public where anyone can see. What if we get recognized?”

“Y/N look around. There’s no one here. Besides, where we’re going nobody is going to recognize us. Now come on, I never realized how slow you walked.” He smiled, unexpectedly took your hand and dashed down the street taking a few turned left and right. All this running would have caused an average person to faint, but It was a good thing that years of dancing built up your stamina.

After a few minutes, you finally reached your destination...an all too familiar destination.

While the two of you were still together, you and Yoongi didn’t live together. He moved to Seoul before you did, and the place where he lived was way too small for two so you ended up purchasing your own apartment in the city. However, you’d frequently visit him...well to be more precise you’d frequently visit his empty apartment. He was so busy doing the work given to him during his trainee days that he barely had any time to keep his place clean, so you’d come and spruce up the place while he was at the studio. Even though it might have sounded lonely, you still cherished those memories.

The building, the scenery, the stuffy atmosphere...nothing had changed. Yoongi’s old apartment building still looked the same as it did years ago except it seemed like there were a few technological updates like the use of a keycard instead of an actual metal key to get into the building. Once inside, your muscle memory kicked in. Up the stairs you went, your body seemingly moving all by itself, to the third story first door to the right.

It might be weird to say this, but the smell was exactly as you remembered. You couldn’t quite describe it other than it being the scent that always reminded you of Yoongi.

“Please, come in.” He gestured to the door and allowed you to enter first. You slipped off your shoes and there was already a pair of slippers waiting for you. Inside, the apartment was obviously still very small but it seemed different...it seemed more open. There used to be one closed off bedroom and a tiny kitchen open to a poor excuse of a living room. However, the wall that separated the bedroom from the living area was gone which allowed for the apartment to feel just a tad bit larger. Of course, the decoration was different as well. Instead of a small, low rise table in the middle of the room, there was now a desk, a bunch of music equipment, and a keyboard. It was like a mini studio.

“The place looks a bit different now, doesn’t it?” Yoongi laughed at your rather speechless reaction.

“Yeah...it does. I can’t believe you still have this place! I thought you would’ve sold it when you moved into your dorms.”

“I did, but then after a few years, I saved enough money to buy it back. I decided to make it into a personal studio. Have a seat while I prepare some lunch.”

You took a seat on the leather couch that sat against on of the walls while you waited. The sounds of pots clattering and Yoongi’s whistling resonated throughout the tiny apartment. Something like deja vu hit you. The sounds of him cooking, the smell of the food...it was all the same as it used to be...it was like you had gone back to the time when you two were together.

Yoongi scurried over with a pot in his hands and laid it down on a couple of books that littered the coffee table, “Sorry that it isn’t fancy or anyhting but I was kinda craving for some.”

He lifted the lid and with a pair of chopsticks, he lifted a bountiful amount of ramyun. Drool practically formed at the corners of your mouth as you ogled at the noodles before you. But it wasn’t just any ramyun,

“Isn’t that the brand we used to get all the time?” Memories of going down to the convenience store around the corner came flooding back. You two were low on money so all you could afford were cups of ramyun and this was always your go to brand. You remembered when you’d spend those few nights when he had free time eating ramyun while sitting on the floor wrapped in his arms. Those days were hectic, but simpler...and you missed that.

“Yeah, it is. It’s actually been a while since I’ve had it.” He handed you a pair of chopsticks and a bowl. Almost immediately, you started to attack the pot of ramyun as if you were entered in some eating contest. Yoongi only watched, smiling in silence as you devoured the noodles,

“I guess all that singing must’ve tired you out.”

“Nuh-uh, it was all that running that made me hungry. I wonder whose fault that was.�� Teasingly, you pointed your chopsticks toward him as you accused the perpetrator, “Anyway, I’ve gotta say that you haven’t lost your touch. This ramyun is delicious.”

“Why thank you, thank you very much. I am not only just the genius rapper Suga, but the most swagilicious chef prodigy Min Yoongi.” His face was full of confidence as he boastfully shrugged his shoulders.

“Yah...Min Yoongi...I see you still haven’t gotten rid of your cheesiness.”

“Hmm? Well, what can I say? My cheesiness may be my most charming quality.”

You snorted, almost causing the broth to go up your nose, “Right...I’m sure you’re such a ladies man.”

“Hey, people threatened to sue me for my charms and handsomeness.”

“To be clear, that was a singular girl...who I heard got married, soooo...”

“Tsk, whatever. Anyway, I saw your dance cover on the Internet. It was really great...like I’d have to say it was practically perfect.”

Instantly, the compliment brought a smile on your face, “Thanks, Yoongi. It really means a lot.”

“No need to thank me, you deserve the positive remarks.”

“Actually, Jimin came around and helped me with the cover. Without him, I don’t know if would’ve been able to pull the dance off to be very honest.”

“Oh...really?”

“Yeah, he helped me a lot. Like one time I couldn’t get this move down because it really hurt my hip when I turned, but he...” You continued your spiel without noticing how quiet Yoongi had become. Everytime Jimin’s name left your mouth, he felt like he wanted to change the subject just to get you to stop talking about him...it really bothered Yoongi.

Eventually, you did notice how irritated he was, so you decided to stop your blabbering about Jimin and poke some fun at Mr. Grumps who sat across from you, “Hey Yoongi?”

“What?”

“Why’d you leave the studio so suddenly earlier?”

“I just felt like we worked on the recording long enough...I didn’t want to tire your voice out.”

“Hmmm, are you suuuuure?”

“Why? Why do you think I left?”

“Mmmm, were you,” You reached across the coffee table and poked his shoulder, “...jealous perhaps? Hmmmmm?”

“Excuse me? Me? Jealous? Why would I be jealous?”

“Oh come on, Yoongi. You and I both know just how close I was with Jimin in that recording studio. Don’t think that I didn’t notice you glaring at us.”

“I wasn’t glaring! ....and why? So what if I was jealous?”

His indirect confession actually shocked you, “Y-You know...I was just joking when I accused you of being jealous...”

“But what if I actually was? ...I may not be your boyfriend anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was in the past...of course I’d be a little ticked off if I saw someone with my ex.” Yoongi looked down towards the floor and brought his shoulders inward in embarrassment which made him look smaller than he already was.

For some reason, for all these years it never occurred to you that he still somewhat cared for you. He was the one to break things off with you after all,

“Y/N...when I heard that you debuted, I was genuinely surprised. I never imagined that you’d be able to do it. Not because you were talentless, oh god no, you have an enormous amount of talent...so much that I don’t even know if I could compare. I know about your severe stage fright, and I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to cope with all the attention. There were times when I wanted to message you and ask if you were okay...but I held back because I didn’t want to...”

“Distract me?” He looked up and your eyes met. He didn’t need to verbally answer your question because you already knew that your guess was correct, “Serves you right. Now you know how worried and anxious I felt when you were a trainee....and when you were sick this past week.”

“So you really were actually worried about me?”

“Of course, you pabo. I did make that porridge for you, you know.” You giggled, "As you said before, the fact that we were in a relationship once will never change...but that doesn’t mean we have to stop caring for each other.”

That sentence made Yoongi reveal that gummy smile you missed so much, “I agree,” he held out his hand for you to shake, “Why don’t we start over? As friends.”

Happily, you took his hand, your own smile widening across your face, “Yeah, that sounds like a great place to start.”

Everything between you and Yoongi felt alright. You felt like the Yoongi you fell in love with years ago was back and nothing could’ve made you happier.

It was late by the time Yoongi decided to go home. You already left his personal studio a couple hours ago, but he decided he wanted to get some work done. He had some new emotions that he needed to convey through words and lyrics.

As he stepped into the dorm, he felt a body rush past him almost knocking him over. Slightly ticked off, Yoongi turned to see who had bumped into him and by the small frame, he could tell who it was. He wanted to chase after him, but the vibe that the younger gave off made it seem like he needed to be alone.

The atmosphere in the dorm felt grim as he walked inside. It was felt even weirder since all of the members were huddled around the television as if it were some oddity in a museum.

“Hey guys, what wrong with Jimin?” None of them answered. Instead, they cleared the way and what Yoongi saw on the screen made every hair on his body stand.

The television was on some channel playing late night entertainment news...and on the was one big fat giant headline:

“[BREAKING NEWS] BTS Park Jimin and 2S Y/F/N Dating Scandal!!”

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The kpop dreams are back. This time I thought was at a BTS concert, but the crowd was quiet and deathly still. I was sitting in the balcony in one of the back rows, and BTS stood on a platform that rose from below the stage, and when they reached the stage it stopped and everything was still quiet and still… still. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. We just sat there… waiting. It was like time had stopped, or maybe hadn’t started. I realized that everyone in the stands was a mannequin except for me. All wearing merch or holding ARMY bombs (both in many cases) but still just statues. Empty. I decided since nobody else was going to do anything , I just got up and walked down to the stage. It’s not stealing a seat if nobody is sitting there, so I moved a mannequin and stole its seat next to the catwalk section of the stage, and I realized that the members looked… weird. Everyone was there, and they looked alive (not mannequins) but… they were all from different eras. Suga was back in his AGUST D look, from the wavy blonde hair to the combat boots and green jacket. Jungkook looked like he was lifted straight from the War of Hormone video, shorter and less muscular than he is now, with the Iconic red and black sweater with skinny jeans. J-Hope had curled his dark brown hair like that one behind the scenes video from Run, with the thin black choker and matching suspenders completing the look. Remember that one fanmeet where Taehyung showed up in a leather jacket with tousled blonde hair? Yeah, that’s the look he had in my dream. He hadn’t aged a day. Jimin looked like he’d just walked off the set of Blood Sweat and Tears, complete with blue contacts and silver suit jacket. Rap Monster was the only one who looked current, his soft pink hair and comfortable letterman giving him away as being from the Spring Day video. Jin wore his same outfit and style from the Young Forever promotional materials, looking aristocratic and aloof.

It was so weird though because of everyone having light hair except Jungkook, and the fact that even though they didn’t look like statues, they didn’t move or even breathe. Since the air was so quiet and nothing seemed to be happening one way or another, I just hopped up onto the catwalk to get a closer look.

When I got close, I realized that the members looked like they were just trying really hard to stay still, as if they were doing the mannequin challenge, but they still weren’t breathing (I could tell because I got /really/ close to Suga, since we’re the same height it was easier to tell with him) and their eyes looked glossy and unfocused. I sat down at the head of catwalk, staring at the square of the floor they stood on, and pulled out my phone. Now, anyone who knows me knows that if I go more than ten minutes without music, I die inside, so I pulled out my music and put on Highlight by Seventeen. The SECOND the music starts playing, the guys are doing a set of choreography to it, completely unlike the original choreo, but equally fitting. Now that I look back on it, it was really similar to the Save Me choreo, which works for a few reasons. A few of the moves from their other chores and even a few from Seventeen’s original choreo to the song got worked in, but they were rare and went by fast. After the song was over, I noticed that dance line was panting in their finishing pose, like they’d come back to life through the music. I rushed over to Jimin and laid a hand on his shoulder and asked the three of them if they were alright. (For spatial reference: Jimin was bent over flashing a peace sign, J-Hope was behind Rap Monster and Jin, who Jimin was standing in front of. Jungkook was standing off to my left with his arm bent, leaning on Taehyung behind Jimin and Rap Monster. Yoongi was crouched in front of Jin to the right of Jimin.) J-Hope was the first to break formation, coming out from behind the others to get close to me and ask what was going on. Jimin followed suit by turning his lean into a kneel, looking up at me from the floor of the stage next to Suga’s frozen form. Jungkook straightened up and smoothed out his sweater, dusting himself off and taking a few steps from Taehyung’s side awkwardly. Everything was awkward because some part of my brain knew Hoseok had spoken to me in Korean, but my mind had clearly heard him in English, and I wasn’t sure how to respond since I don’t speak Korean, and I wasn’t sure if whatever was going on would translate for him like it did for me. I shrugged and made a distressed noise, gesticulating to the crowd of mannequins, still smiling and holding their army bombs. The house lights were on, highlighting how pale and unnatural the statues truly were, making the atmosphere that much more lifeless. When I turned back to the members, the dancers were scanning the crowd, taking in the surreality of the situation. Hoseok reached back for Jimin, but he wasn’t paying attention. I reached out and touched the sleeve of his jacket, trying to be reassuring. Hoseok smiled his sheepish, flat smile before pulling his arm back to himself. Jimin noticed my arm was still outstretched and took my hand to help himself up from the floor. Jeongguk was still silent, his arms crossed and standing back from the group. Then, Hoseok looked at me with wild eyes and said "You shouldn't be here" and I balked at him because he was fine a minute ago. He repeated it and I said "Why?" And then he pushed me and I woke up. It was easily one of the most bizarre dreams I’ve ever had.

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