#yongguk angst

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all time favorite fc?

O melhor dessa pergunta é que eu já respondi em outra ocasião, mas posso continuar respondendo sempre, porque eu tenho uma lista de fcs favoritos da vida, kkkkkkk. Da outra vez mencionei o Taeyong e o Chanyeol, e eles foram mais em dinâmica de rp indie, agora vou dar os meus favoritos no 1x1! O Bangchan do Stray Kids e a Rosé do Blackpink. Ele é simplesmente o meu xodó, meu deus do céu, amo demais esse homem e amo todas as possibilidades de personagem que ele me dá. E a Rosé, maravilhosa né? Eu já joguei em grupo com ela, mas admito que prefiro no 1x1 e também gosto muito dos dois plots com ela (que inclusive, são nossos, kkkkkk).

a fc you wish had more resources?

Nesse caso aqui, eu não sei se sou ruim em procurar mesmo ou se não tem, mas eu queria ter mais resources (e também mais atuais, principalmente) do Jooheon. E citando os que já mencionei antes, o Zuho do SF9 e a Seoyeon do Fromis!

favorite plot you’ve ever rp’d out?

Eu também tenho uma lista extensa de plots favoritos, então aqui eu vou mencionar mais dois, que é o do Jaehwan, meu personagem mais antigo, e o do Shinwoo. Ambos são plots bem slice mesmo, mas eu gosto muito do desenvolvimento deles. O do Jaehwan nem tem muito o que dizer, porque eu já escrevi tanto esse homem que a minha cabeça explode só de pensar. Eu amo o desenvolvimento dele e amo ver como ele mudou enquanto ser humano, é muito satisfatório. E o Shinwoo… Ah, ele, né? Eu adoro que o plot dele é muito simples também, mas com tanta coisa pra se fazer. Ele quer melhorar, quer mudar, quer superar tudo o que aconteceu no passado dele, essa caminhada é muito interessante de se ver.

what songs do you listen to while writing, if any?

Eu sempre estou ouvindo música, então não tenho muitos critérios. Claro que geralmente eu escolho algo que combine com a cena, não vou ouvir New Jeans enquanto escrevo um angst, né. Kkkkkkkkk. Mas, normalmente fica na minha playlist No Repeat do Spotify e as músicas que eu mais ouço enquanto escrevo são Connected, que é o solo do Bangchan, Play da Chungha, Slow Down e Swim do Chase Atlantic e Ride or Die do Bang Yongguk.

[junhong-ah]

[Yongguk] - Tell me the truth.

word count: 1,6k • characters: reader x yongguk • genre: angst • GIF CREDIT

16 - “I never meant to hurt you.” |  35 - “About the baby… Its yours.” | 119 - “Stop ignoring me…” › A night that changed everything. As much as you want to, you can no longer ignore him. You just need to talk to him, no matter how much it hurts. He has a right to the truth.

You were sitting on the bathroom floor, your face buried in your hands. Tears ran down your face as you still tried to realize what you just found out about. Your body was shaking while you were looking at the display of your pregnancy test. There was no doubt that you were in fact pregnant and maybe you should be happy about it, but there were too many reasons to be not – even though you wanted a child so badly.

Alone in your apartment, you spend half the day inside the bathroom literally not moving at all. You couldn't handle all of that and you just didn't know what to do now. That's why you let your emotions overwhelm you, crying like a baby for hours.

You flinched, as the doorbell rang out of a sudden. You didn't expect anyone so you tried to be quiet because you weren't in the mood for any kind of visit now.

That's when the doorbell rang again. Someone knocked on the door, calling your name softly. You nearly got a heart attack as you realized who stood outside of your apartment. It was Yongguk.

He knocked again, calling your name louder this time. His deep, intense voice send shivers down your spine, but you still didn't make a move, hoping he would leave soon. You couldn't handle to see him now, not after everything that happened between the two of you.

“Stop ignoring me...” he begged as he stopped knocking. “Please! I know you're home. I heard you!”

Shit.

That was the last thing you needed right now. You just wanted to be alone and you were glad your boyfriend wasn't at home right now. How could you know that Yongguk would visit you just now? But did you had a choice? He probably wouldn't leave until you opened him.  You tried to ignore him since that night, so you didn't answer his calls, messages or mails at all, but you already feared he would come over at some point.

“Y/N? Please, we really need to talk about this!”

You sighed, fighting the new tears that came up. The last thing you wanted was him to see you cry, he shouldn't know what you really felt. Because it doesn't matter. It just can't.

“Coming”, you grunted, although you tried to act normal.

Slowly you stood up, feeling the blood rushing back into your shaky legs. You used some toilet paper to wipe away your tears, still trying to pull yourself together. A look in the mirror told you that it was nearly impossible to hide the fact that you cried. Your eyes were swollen and red, so Yongguk would see it anyway.  

Nervously you opened the door to let him in. His eyes widened, as he saw you but he didn't say anything. He took off his shoes and followed you into the living room. Your heart was pounding and you had real trouble not to break into tears again.

“Do you want something to drink?” you asked politely, trying to avoid the actual conversation as long as possible.

Yongguk just shook his head, sitting down on your couch. He took a deep breath. “Why didn't you answer any of my calls?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down, too, making sure there was a big gap between the two of you. You barely couldn't look at him, how should you handle any physical contact? It was just impossible.

“You know why.”

“No, I don't” he replied instantly, shaking his head again. “I know things are... complicated, but we used to talk about everything. That shouldn't change, don't you think?”

For a moment there was just silent, while you thought about this. Usually he was right, but it wasn't that easy anymore. Not after everything that happened.

“We can't pretend like nothing happened, Yongguk. You know that!”

“I don't intend to. That's why I wanted to talk to you” he said softly, trying to prove he was still there for you.

“There's nothing to talk about.”

“Don't say that! We slept together, Y/N, that isn't nothing!” Although he tried to stay calm, you made him angry and sad at the same time. He didn't knew how to handle the situation either and he really needed to talk to you, but you just weren't there for him.

“Fine, then talk!” you shouted as you felt tears running down your cheeks again.

Yongguk took a deep breath, until he said something. He wasn't sure what to say since your sight just hurt him so badly. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting you but he knew he just did that. By sleeping with you although he knew you had a boyfriend, by ruining not only your friendship with that, but probably your whole life. And by sneaking out on you the next morning.

“I never meant to hurt you” he started as he stood up again, walking up and down the room. “It's just... I don't know how this could happen and that's why I sneaked out on you. I know you are with someone and I'm really sorry for messing that up, I never intended to. But I just don't wanna lose you, so -” He broke off, not knowing how to end this sentence. What did he even expect? It wasn't that easy as he wanted it to be.

You wiped away your tears, sniveling. “It's not just your fault” you replied honestly. That took two and you knew that already. That's what made it so horrible for you, you couldn't just blame him and move on with your life. Something seemed to be very wrong with your relationship, otherwise you never would've slept with him, right?

Silence again.

Your heart was still going crazy while you peeked at him, so you looked away. It felt like your insides cramped and you held your stomach, taking a deep breath. This all was too much for you so your body obviously was revolting.

The next moment you ran to the toilet so you were right on time as you threw up. You shut your eyes, hoping this would end soon. It was nearly impossible that your body was reacting that bad just because Yongguk was there.

It hit you like a train as you remembered, what the real reason for your sickness was. That's when the tears came up all over again.

Soon you felt soft hands reaching out for your hair to pull it together on your neck. Yongguk was here, trying to help you as good as he could. You vomited again, hoping he wouldn't guess what was wrong with you. But as the pregnancy test came into your mind again, it was too late.

He saw it laying on the bathroom floor and his eyes widened hugely as he realized what was happening here.

“Y-you're pregnant?”

Your stomach was settling so you slowly stood up again, avoiding any eye contact to him. You didn't say anything as it was pointless to deny.

“Is that why... you didn't talk to me all the time?”

You didn't answer, not knowing what to say at all. Actually you didn't want him to know about it since you didn't know if you would keep the baby, but now it was too late. You'd need to talk about it, no matter what you wanted or not.

“I'm happy for you” he said after there was silence again, smiling softly. “I know how badly you wanted this to happen.”

Your heart burst into a million pieces and you got sick all over again. But luckily you didn't need to threw up again. Nonetheless it hurt so much to hear that, you didn't even knew why. But it seemed as if he hadn't realized what this could mean. What it definitely meant, because you knew better than him!

As you broke out in tears again, Yongguk was just overwhelmed. What was wrong with you now? He didn't even thought about the fact that he could be the father of your unborn child. How could he, you just had sex once. The chance of being the father was very small – at least he thought it was.

“Yeah, uhm...” you choked and tried to stop crying. You sniveled a few times and had real trouble to speak clearly. “About the baby... It's yours.”

Yongguk squinted, holding on to the sink as he thought he would collapse. “W-what? That's.... impossible.” He was breathing heavily as he just couldn't believe it. “How could you know?”

You sighed and wiped away new tears. “I... I only slept with you the last weeks. There wasn't... anybody else.”

“But your boyfriend?!”

Shaking your head you just started to cry again. “He didn't touch me since everything's got so complicated. I just wanted to get pregnant so bad and for him it wasn't that important... like, at all.”

Without thinking about it Yongguk closed the gap between you to pull you into his arms. He had no clue your relationship already was that broken. You just haven't told him about it so how could he knew? But he understood you probably didn't want to talk about something tragic like this.

You just cried on his shoulder because all the stress was leaving your body. It felt good finally talking about all of this, even if you knew about your pregnancy literally since today.

“What are we going to do now?” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“I don't know” he answered honestly, making you snivel again. “But I know I'm not leaving you alone with this.”

He cupped you face with his hand, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. His hands raised your head softly so you could look at him. Yongguk smiled, trying to cheer you up.

“Together we will handle this, I'm sure of it.”

[written-constellation]

One Day He Will Know- Bang Yongguk

originally posted on my side blog @bde-softwonho

POSTED ON 10 SEP 2018 1:37AM

Word Count: 3,573 Paring: Bang Yongguk x Singer Female Reader Genre: Angst Summary: You always loved Yongguk, why wouldn’t you though? But what happens when he finds out? 

Song to play while reading: Why Won’t You Love Me- 5 Seconds Of Summer The Truth Untold- BTS Stay With Me- Sam Smith

**the lyrics in here was written by me, please don’t steal them**

One day he’ll find out, he’ll find out as you asleep.

One day he’ll find out, he’ll find it out as you hold it in.

He’ll find out what you thought was unimaginable.

You can lie awake at night believing your secret is safe.

But remember, He knows You.

I always loved him. The way he spoke, walked and looked at me. I loved him so much it drove me insane. It got to the point that the simple thought of him frustrated me. He was everything I wanted in a partner and more. But I knew he’d never feel the same way, and yet I could never stop thinking about what could possibly be.

He was closest to perfection the world would ever see. He was always so kind to me. He never took what I said for granted. Each year on my birthday he made sure to at least call, and he never missed a day, even when he was training to debut. He always found a way to get to me. He kept me grounded. He made sure I ate, slept, laughed, and smiled. He was with me when I got my heart broken for the first time, he was there by my side as my parents got divorced, and even though he graduated before me, he made sure to be with me all throughout the rest of high school. He always cheered me on, no matter what.

Over the years, I tried thinking of other people that took an interest in me, and even though some shared qualities of him. They were missing one thing. They weren’t him. It destroyed me. My mother and father always inquired why I remained single, and commended me for it. Saying I should be single for as long as I possibly can. But they never failed to bring him up. They’d tell me how we’re so close and that it would make sense if we ended up together. My siblings would bring him up also, and all it did was anger me more.

Then one day it happened. He found out. It was after one of my band’s concerts. I had written a new song and performed it that night. I had to get out of my head. I told the crowd that it was for a boy I’d fallen in love with many years ago.

"Okay, I’m really nervous guys! Please do me a favor and sway your arms in the air for me and close your eyes, is that okay?“

The crowd replied in a scream. The screams of some 20,000 people.

I walked up to the piano, sat down and looked at my shaking hands. He caused this mess. I began placing my fingertips gently on the keys and sang.

Say it again, without that damn smile Tell me you care and that you’ll stay for a while. Look me in the eyes and hold me close, Tell me you won’t leave as my tears overflow. Because you’ll never know what you do to me

And you’ll never figure out why. Say it again, tell me how you’re oh so proud of me Tell me that you’re my biggest fan and that you’ll never leave me be. Look at me the same way you always have. Tell me I’m your best friend So that I’ll know my love is a dead-end.

I love you, I always have and always will. But you always blow my wishes like a daffodil. I love when you smile at me like I’m best I’ll ever be. But you always make me cry, you’re like the sky. Always surrounding me, but too far. I love your calls even when you’re to be asleep. Perhaps one day you’ll know me as me. And perhaps you love me back. But don’t tell me, show me.

Say it again, without that damned voice. That damned voice that tells me no lies. Say it again, but don’t be disappointed. Don’t be disappointed when I retaliate. I love it when you look at me Like you’ve longed for the moon to shine once again. I love you… I always have. But you make me so sad, you make me so mad.

I love you. I always will. But you make me yell, you make me cry. I want to love you. I want to keep you. But I can’t, I never deserved you.

So say it again. Tell me you care. Tell me you’ll be there. Tell me you’re not leaving.

I can never let you know the truth, I have to keep the mask on. I can never wake up from this bad dream. I can never escape the rain and thunder.

So I’ll say it again, I’ll say I don’t care. Tell you to leave. I’ll say it again ‘till I die, I’ll say I’m not crying. I’ll tell you to let me go.

So say it again, say you care.

The piano ceased, but the tears hadn’t. I was a mess, I was surprised that I even made it halfway through it. I looked at the crowd. They were dead silent. My bandmates looked at me with tears in their eyes like I broke their hearts.

"So… did you guys like it?”

The place stayed quiet, though a few claps were audible, then it grew. Soon enough the entire hall was filled with deafening cheers. My eyes swelled with pride and tears once more. My members ran over to me as I stood up, they engulfed me in a group hug, and it was a good thing, I could barely stand on my own.

Thirty minutes passed and the concert was over. I walked backstage and the staff applauded me and patted my back. They told me how the song chilled them to the bone. I turned to our manager as she tapped my shoulder.

“Hey (y/n), someone’s back in your dressing room, he said he wants to talk to you right now.”

“Well, did he say what his name is?”

“Yongguk, Bang Yongguk.”

My eyes protruded out my sockets, a concerned smile covered my face, but on the inside, I was delighted. I excused myself and walked towards the dressing room. As I entered the room, I found the lights to be turned off.

“How odd.”

But when I flicked them on, I jumped back. He was napping on my sofa, he looked so tired, I felt bad.

“Yongguk, wake up-” I pushed his feet to the ground- “What are you doing in New York? I thought you were in Korea.”

He looked at me with a new expression that I wasn’t familiar with.

“Sorry about that. I- uh. I left TS.”

His words shook my heart. I fell into the couch. My thoughts traveled faster than my heart could beat. My hands began shaking again.

“When?”

Yongguk looked down, guilt swam all over him. He knew how much B.A.P meant to me. He told me he left back in August. I looked through all my social media seeing that not a single soul mentioned it.

“Well, I hope whatever you do now makes you joyous.”

“I hope so too. I’m just glad whatever I choose to do now won’t reflect on the boys.”

We proceeded to sit there, not sure how to carry on with the conversation. I glanced over at him and saw that his hands were quivering too. Then he looked back at me and smiled.

“That song you sang, I love it. What’s its name?”

“La Douleur Exquise. It’s French for the heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.” I looked down at my trembling hands, my heart began slowly, I hated this feeling I incessantly felt with him.

“So… which boy that broke your heart is it about?” The depressing thing was he wasn’t wrong.

“That’s unimportant, Yongguk.” I walked over to my mirror and fixed my hair. He did it again.

“It’s important to me (y/n), I want to know.” He walked next to me and began making faces in the mirror.

I looked over at him annoyed that he caused me to smile.

“Why are you here, Yongguk?” I saw an expression of hurt, “I mean, It’s not that I don’t want you here, it’s just, why are you-” I motioned to the dressing room- “Here?”

 He stuffed his hands in his pockets, “I wanted to talk to you, face to face, and not over facetime.”

I then motioned for him to sit back at the couch. He was causing me to become nervous again. I wasn’t certain what Yonggguk wanted to talk about, but from the look on his face, I wasn’t in a rush to find out either. I hopped onto the counter and shut my phone off. I looked over at him concerned. Yongguk was almost never like this. Then he motioned for me to sit next to him. I hesitated, the atmosphere changed into a feeling of hostility on my end, and apprehension on his.

As I sat, Yongguk brought his hands to his face. His breathing was shaky and hasty. His feet had stared a nervous tick, and it was contagious. We were both prone to severe anxiety. Yongguk looked at me with apologetic eyes.

“What is it, Yongguk?” My expression became anxious as well.

“Oh, now you’re concerned?” His eyes gawked at me, causing me to feel guilty,

“Sorry.” He rubbed his hands together, still hesitating.

“Spit it out already!” impatience had gotten the better of me.

Yongguk avoided my gazed again, “I messed up (y/n), and I don’t mean I messed up with TS. I messed up with someone important to me.” and right at that moment, my heart began breaking.

“Wi-with who, Yongguk?” I tried masking my hurt.

“A girl. I’ve been in love with her and I let her slip away. I tried my best to show her that I care about her and that I love her, but I missed my chance. I let her slip through my fingers, and she’s probably better off.”

“Oh,” I breathed, I really regretted wanting to know.

“Do you know how that feels, (y/n)?” His eyes met mine, and he looked so lost and remorseful. It pained me so much, I almost began crying. My lungs tightened.

“Yeah… yeah Yongguk, I know how that feels. It’s like you had so many opportunities to tell them how you felt, how you truly felt, and you missed them all. You’ll never know what could have happened. Even though you’re certain they’d reject you, you never stop thinking of all the 'what ifs’.” My hands stopped shaking, but my heart and lungs never recovered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed in myself before, (y/n).”

“What’s she like?” at this point, I embraced suffering.

“She’s precious, Quick-witted, and sassy. She cold and unapproachable on the outside, but once you get to know her, you’ll see that she’s really caring, and the only reason she’s cold is that she’s been hurt before. You’d love her if you got the chance to met her. She can make anyone feel special. God, I messed up. She’s in love with someone else, (y/n).”

“I know how that feels, Yongguk.” My blood began boiling, I was infuriated that a girl had all his love and attention and took no note of it, and the sad part was that it was more than likely the girl in his Portrait video. I was infuriated that I couldn’t take his pain away.

“What about you (y/n), what’s he like? The boy you sang about?” He looked over at me with desolation.

“Well, he’s overly caring, he’s like my biggest inspiration. He too looks mean on the outside, but when he starts talking…” I couldn’t help myself from smiling, “When he starts talking, you find out he’s a big sweetheart… and I always push him away. But he comes back. He’d never like me back. I’m too unpredictable.”

 Out of nowhere, Yongguk pulls me into his embrace, placing my head on his shoulder.

“What if that’s one of the things he likes about you?”

“How would you know that? You don’t- you don’t even know who he is.” I moved and began retaliating in defense. He’d never know.

“Then tell me, (y/n). Tell me who he is, the only guys I know about are the ones you went to school with, and last I checked they all cheated on you. So who is it? Is it them, or is it Jongup. I know you two have gotten pretty close over the years. Or is Yoongi? Wonho, Younghyun? You always went for the '93 line.” He moved so that he was facing me.

“No,“ my voice was hushed but dead and bone-chilling.

Yongguk was out of my vision, but I could tell he got the chills.

He stared at me with gawking eyes. My vision began to blur but didn’t sting. I needed him to stop pressing the question before it was too late.

"So is it about one of your band mates?” He too started sounding like me.

“Why do you care so much? Huh, Yongguk? Why do you need to know so badly? It doesn’t matter, you know that, right?”

“Was it about me, (y/n)?”

I stood up defensively. My tears had finally begun bubbling over. I began shouting profanities at him. His eyes grew wide. I spun on my right heel and stormed out. I was used to his brother-like protectiveness. But normally, Yongguk would leave alone it the second I told him to. But now it was almost like he believed that he needed to know every little detail of my life.

It was tearing me apart. Never before had he taken my lyrics this serious unless they were my mental illnesses. He always told said my love songs were sappy and beyond my years. For years, I had never written a song about him, but the one time I do, Yongguk feels that he needs to know.

“(Y/N), don’t walk out that door.” He stood too, voice deeper.

“Guess what I’m going to do Yongguk!” I turned around one last time before my hand grazed the door nob.

Next thing I knew I pressed against a wall. My eyes had closed anticipating the collision of my body and the wall that never happened. Yongguk had me pinned without even touching me. All he had to do was stand in front of me. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. He looked intensely at me, telling that I should have listened to him.

“I’m only going to ask you it again, (y/n). And it would be best if you didn’t lie to me. For your sake and mine.” He kept his gaze fixed on me, “Who?”

I tried to walk away, but he moved his arm in my way. I attempted to shove it, but he stopped that too. At that point, I was ready to fight. I only had two choices; scream, or fight. Telling him the truth was not on the list. So, I choose the later.

I first used my left hand. I had to get rid of my handicap first. As expected, Yongguk grabbed it before it could reach his sleeve cuff, without effort. Then my right hand charged for his collar. I had an excellent grip on it, but he softly held my wrist. I continued trying to shake his grip, but he was stronger by default.

 He looked me in the eyes, they looked like he was tired and sad.

“Please, (y/n), stop fighting me. You’ve been doing it for years. Just for this once, stop… stop fighting me.”

Yongguk let go of my left hand, but he continued holding onto my right. He rubbed small comfort circles into it.

“No. I refuse. You don’t understand.” I stared back at, attempting my death glare once more.

“Fine.” his hands dropped, and so did his heart beat. Yongguk pulled me into his depressed embrace, “I just thought that… I’m sorry, (y/n). You’re right. This is none of my business.”

“Yes, please Yongguk, make me the bad guy!”

He walked away, dragging his feet ever so slightly. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

“Please don’t make me do this,” my voice was just as hushed as my gaze on the ground.

He continued walking and hesitated for the door nob.

“You.”

“What?”

“I’m not saying it again. You were right.”

He stood at the door, fingers barely touching it, frozen in place. One last tear escaped my eyes. He looked over at me, eyes larger than I’ve ever imagined.

“I never imagined your eyes could get any bigger, Yongguk.”

“Say that again.” His hand fell from the door.

“Which part?” I quietly smiled.

“The first part. You said, 'You were right.’ What did you mean… when you said I was right?”

“I-I wrote the song about you. Yongguk.”

Yongguk walked closer to me, but still maintained a distance I was comfortable with.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t feel the same.” My words got choked in my lungs but I had to get it out. “You’re in love with another girl, and even though I want to beat her for not taking note of your care, I’m not mad at you, Yongguk. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. At least you know now.”

“For how long?”

“Let’s see, I’m 22, and you’re 25… so about ten years. Maybe more. Let’s just say 15 just be safe.”

Yongguk walked a little closer, he stared intently at my expression, the tears running down my face. He raised his arms up weakly, asking me for a hug. I gave in and held onto his shirt as I buried my face in his chest, attempting to memorize his scent and care because it was likely that was the last time I would allow him to hold me close.

“I don’t-I’m sorry."

Those very words shattered the remainder of my heart, it knocked the wind out of me. My gut ached. My face crinkled into an ugly cry.

"I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, and I know this is way too rushed, but I don’t know how else to convince you. But I feel the same way. I have this whole time. Well for the last 4 years to be exact. I’m sorry I always made you feel like I saw you as my best friend and nothing more. I didn’t mean for that.”

I pushed away from his embrace and met his eyes. Yongguk was sincere in what he was telling me, but I couldn’t accept it. I became even more hurt. It was almost as if I would rather have him tell me that I was right. That he didn’t feel the same, that he was in love with someone else.

“You don’t mean that. You don’t fall in love with someone… and only refer to them as your 'best friend’ to everyone you meet. You don’t always remind them that you only see them as a friend with every little action you do. At least you got somethings right; you never take for granted what I say. You always remind me you care, and you make sure to check up on me at least once a week. But you don’t fall in love with someone and film a romantic music video and put someone else in it. You don’t do that Yongguk.

"If you’re in love with someone you do what I do. You do all you can to make them feel special. You strip down all your walls and defenses for them and them only. You never stop thinking about them. You think about them so much that it frustrates you. You get nervous when you’re around them. You always make sure that they know that you appreciate them. You make sure they’re okay, and you make sure they tell you. You love them, Yongguk.” My head never stopped shaking and it spread to the rest of my body. My tears grew so painfully hot.

Yongguk’s face looked like he’d been repeatedly punched in the gut. He too stared to cry.

“I understand that you have difficulties with expressing your emotions, I do too. But you have to at least try Yongguk. You have to at least try to let them in.”

He walked closer to me, placing his trembling hands on my shoulders. Then pulled me back into his embrace. Only this time he felt like regret and remorse. Yongguk rubbed my head as his left hand clutched me. He buried his face in my neck, and all I could do was stand there, tense. I eventually brought my arms to his back and held on too.

“(Y/N), I do love you, and I’m sorry I have a terrible way of showing it. I know you, so don’t worry. I won’t kiss you just yet, but be prepared. I have 15 years to make up for. Just wait.”

“I can’t wait, Yongguk.”

He pulled away and stared back into my eyes once more before placing his forehead against mine, rubbing my arms. Our noses touched as we moved.

“I, Bang Yongguk, promise to love you for as long as you allow me.”

“I, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), also promise to love you for as long as you allow me.”

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BAP - Most to Least Likely to Have A Lazy Day in Bed With Their S/O

Hello!!! I’m sorry it took a little while for this to come out, but I really hope you enjoy it! If you want a more detailed version feel free to ask for separate members in a headcannon template! Requested by @noona-clock

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Youngjae - The most likely to want this is our geeky boy Youngjae. He would be happy to not have to pretend to be something he isn’t and instead be somewhere comfortable with you where he can let go and be himself with you all day long, with no interruptions.

Himchan - Himchan would love this purely for the romantic aspect. He wouldn’t have to be very active - that is unless the both of you decide on a certain activity - and he could spend the day worshipping the ground you walk on. Be prepared to feel the love on this lazy day.

Zelo - Standing near the middle, it depends on how he is feeling. He loves bringing you out on adventures and teaching you how to skate (whether you’re good at it or not is another topic entirely), but sometimes he loves staying home with you. It’s intimate and it’s a good time for him to show you just how much he loves you.

Yongguk - Yongguk is further down because it would be difficult to have him and home and relaxing without doing any type of work. You’d have to either distract him or tell him plainly that you miss him and want a day with him. No work, no phones, just the both of you. If you did that, he would relent and enjoy his day with you wrapped up in his arms.

Daehyun - Daehyun is the type to want to take his s/o out somewhere. Even if it started out as a lazy morning, he would want to go and get something to eat, go find something new. He has too much energy to stay in one place for too long, and so you would have to compromise with him - half the day alone with you and half the day elsewhere. Bribe him by ordering in and you’re good for another hour or two!

Jongup - Now this one has trouble sitting still for that long, so keeping him home with you would be nearly impossible. Not because he would complain, but because you feel bad. He will be fidgety the entire time you two are together, so you can either compromise and go somewhere for a bit, or you can find some….better ways to expend all that energy. Not that either of you two would mind much, really.

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Unhappy Marriage~Happy Ending~Yongguk

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners*

Genre; Angst and Fluff

Words; 1.1k

So a lot of you wanted a happy ending to this series, so here it is! Can’t believe this series is over! But thank you to every one who supported this series. It means so so much to me! Love you guys xoxo 

Hope you enjoy the happy ending!

It had been a couple days since Somi had kidnapped you and Yongguk saved you.

You were so thankful to him. You didn’t know how to thank Yongguk. He saved you.

You had been staying at Yongguk’s for the last couple days. You were to nervous to go back to your apartment. Yongguk insisted that you stay with him, so you hesitantly agreed to stay.

As the sun shone in your eyes you groaned and rolled over. You slowly opened your eyes.

You decided last night that today would be the last day that you stay at Yongguk’s house.

You slowly got up and started go gather your things. You looked around the room. It was the guest bedroom but it still held so many memories for you.

You jumped a little when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly walked to the door and opened it slowly.

Your eyes widened slightly as you saw Yongguk standing there on the other side.

“Yes Yongguk? What’s wrong?” You asked him softly.

He bit his lip. “I-I was wondering if we could maybe talk?” He asked softly.

You looked down. You weren’t sure if you were ready to talk to him again. You hasn’t talked to Yongguk since he saved you that day.

You slowly looked back up. Now or never right? You thought to yourself.

You nodded your head. “Y-Yeah sure. Come in.” You said as you moved out of the way.

Yongguk hesitantly entered the room. His eyes roamed the room and soon landed on your bag. His eyes widened slightly.

“You’re not staying?” He asked you softly.

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I’ve exceeded my stay. I can’t stay here forever Guk.” The nickname slipped.

Your eyes widened but Yongguk frowned. “Of course you can stay. Y/N this is your home too.” He told you as he stepped forward.

You took a step back and looked up at him. You gave him a sad smile. “This isn’t my home any more Yongguk. It hasn’t been for awhile. We both know that.” You told him softly.

Yongguk looked down ashamed. You smiled and walked up to him. You gently lifted his head up.

“I don’t hate you. So don’t blame yourself. You can’t help how you feel. Feelings are hard to change. Don’t blame yourself.” You told him softly.

Yongguk shook his head. “This is my fault. I-If I just took care of you, and loved you like a husband should. We wouldn’t be here right now. You wouldn’t have been kidnapped. We could’ve been happy.” He said as tears started to form in his eyes.

You wiped his tears. Giving him a smile you cupped his cheeks. “Once again Yongguk you can’t blame yourself for how you feel. You don’t love me, a-and that’s okay. I’ve come to terms with that.” You told him as tears came to your eyes.

You quickly wiped your eyes. “If you’re worried about my feelings Guk, don’t. I’ll be okay.” You looked into his eyes. “I always am.”

Yongguk took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you tightly. He started crying silently.

You froze not knowing how to react to this. You slowly brought your arms up and wrapped them around Yongguk, hugging him back tightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. You’re my best friend. We’ve been friends since we were kids. I do love you.” He told you.

You laughed lightly. “Not the way I love you though.” You whispered as you slowly pulled away from him.

You wiped your eyes once again and looked up at him.

“Please Yongguk don’t make this any harder than it is for me.” You told him.

Yongguk frowned and nodded slowly. “I-I’m sorry.” Yongguk said softly.

You took in a deep breath. “I should go. It’s time for me to go.”

You turned around and went to grab your things. You felt a hand on your wrist.

“Can’t you stay? Please?” Yongguk asked softly.

You shook your head. “We both know the answer to that Yongguk. I can’t stay. It’ll be to hard. For both of us. You’ll harber so much guilt towards me for not feeling the same. And I’ll have a harder time moving on than I already am.”

Yongguk shook his head. "I'm not letting you go this time. I let you go once I'm not letting it happen again." He whispered softly.

You smiled at him slightly. You grabbed your bag and went to go to the door.

Yongguk grabbed your wrist. He turned you around and gently pushed you up against the door.

"Y/N I told you I wasn't letting you go. You mean way to much to me to let you walk out of my life again." He told you softly as he looked into your eyes.

Your eyes welled up with tears. "How many times do I have to say that you don't love me like I love you. Guk I can't keep doing this."

Yongguk huffed slightly annoyed. He gently grabbed your face. "Seeing you in harm's way made me realize how much you mean to me. I couldn't bare the thought of losing you. It made me realize how much I do love you Y/N. Please believe me when I say I love you." He told you softly as he caressed your cheek.

Your eyes widened slightly. "H-How do I know you're not lying?" You asked him.

Yongguk leant his head against yours and closed his eyes. "You don't. But if you stay, you'll see how much I'm telling the truth when I say I love you. So please, stay." He pleaded softly.

You gently wrapped your hands around his hands that were holding your cheeks.

Tears fell from your eyes. "I-I'll stay." You whispered. Yongguk's eyes opened in shock.

"You'll stay? Really?" He asked you softly.

You looked up at him and nodded. "I'll try to fix us, if you try too." You told him.

Yongguk nodded quickly. "I want to make us work. Please. I don't want to lose you. I love you so much."

You smiled. "It'll take a while to trust you again, but I want to make this work. I want to fix our unhappy marriage Guk."

Yongguk grimaced but nodded in understanding. "I'll be here. I won't break your trust again Y/N. I want to fix us too."

You leaned up softly and placed a kiss on Yongguk's cheek.

Yongguk smiled.

Maybe your marriage wasn't perfect, but who's is? As long as you and Yongguk were willing to work on your marriage, you felt like everything would be okay.

It may have started out as an unhappy marriage, but you were working on fixing your marriage. One step at a time.

Also I will put this part and the final part of Unhappy Marriage on my mobile masterlist, but it seems to be messing up as of lately so I’m not exactly sure when I’ll get them on there. But I will! Thank you guys again for enjoying this series xoxo

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Glass Heart

Yongguk x Daehyun

Warning: Angst

(For those of you who don't know: Daehyun is on the left and Yongguk is on the right. The was requested by Rei from the b.a.p kkt chat.) This took me way too long to finish

"Regular" - Daehyun

"Bold" - Yongguk

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Silence

I want to be alone

Silence

I wanted to be alone

Silence

I want someone here

Silence

I don't want to be alone

(2 days ago)

*bzzz*

*bzzz*

Yongguk woke up with a start and picked up the phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey~"

Yongguk smiled at the sound of Daehyun's voice.

"Hey. What's up? Is everything alright? It's pretty late."

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah. Everything's... fine..."

Yongguk heard the uncertainty in his tone. He sat upright and began to worry.

"Are you sure? It doesn't sound like it."

"Can I... come see you? There's something I... need to talk to you about..."

"Sure. I'll wait for you."

(20 minutes later)

Daehyun arrived at his apartment dressed in black suit with his hair tossled like he just woke up. Yongguk felt tension radiating off of him as he led him to the kitchen. He poured them each a glass of water and he sat across from him at the bar. Daehyun swiftly downed his glass and carefully placed it on the counter.

"Yongguk..."

"Yeah?"

"I can't do this anymore... I can't hide it from you..."

"Hide what?"

Daehyun sighs and rubbed his hands against his face. He slowly raked them through his hair and looked into Yongguk's eyes.

"I'm seeing someone else. I don't feel like we've been connecting lately, so I... found it elsewhere. I'm sorry."

Yongguk took his took to finish his water, even though he forced himself to swallow as he felt he could barely breathe. He didn't lash out at Daehyun. He didn't say nor do anything. Daehyun just stood him stiffly, gave him a brief pat on the shoulder and left.

Yongguk trudged into his bedroom and sat in front of his bed. His throat felt dry. His body racked with tears. He further slid onto the floor and sent his wails into the air.

(To be continued...)

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Bitter Cold

As requested by an anon! This was actually quite easy for me to write because the OC you describe is very, very similar to me in real life 😅🙃 I need to find my own Yongguk to comfort me!

Genre: Fluffy Angst

Pairing: Yongguk x You

By Admin B

The bitter cold stung your cheeks as you walked home, but you didn’t mind. You were actually glad since maybe now Yongguk wouldn’t be able to tell you’d been crying.

Things had been very stressful for you at work lately. Someone on your team had screwed up a project majorly, but they had pretty much blamed you for it. So you had to spend almost all your time trying to make it right and do the whole thing over again.

That, coupled with the fact your family dog had just died and your credit card had gotten stolen and the huge zit you had on your forehead and the five pounds you’d gained recently... You were just feeling pretty awful about life and about yourself. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this, and if one more thing in your life went wrong...

As you keyed in the passcode for the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, you thought about how you really wanted pizza for dinner. More than anything else in the world, you just wanted pizza. You planned to greet Yongguk, take your coat off, then call out for a pizza delivery. Sitting on the couch watching a drama and stuffing your face with cheesy slices sounded like just what you needed to feel a bit better.

So when you opened the door and saw Yongguk standing at the stove cooking ramen... you broke down.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Yongguk asked, immediately turning off the stove and rushing over to you.

You shook your head, trying to wipe away your tears and turning away from him. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Baby, you’re crying. You’re not fine. What’s going on?” He followed you as you went to hang up your coat, an extremely worried look on his handsome face. He knew he shouldn’t push you like this, but you’d been off for weeks now. He’d waited long enough.

“Nothing’s going on,” you repeated. “I’m just PMSing, I guess.”

Yongguk let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair and trying to think of what he could do to get you to actually talk to him.

“...Are you hungry?” Food usually helped.

“Well, yeah,” you replied, albeit a little bitterly. “I was hungry for pizza.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Yongguk said lightly. “I didn’t know. I’ll have ramen, and I’ll order you a pizza, all right?” He put his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to even look at him. “Hmm?”

You lifted your gaze to meet his, looking somewhat guilty but still upset. “Okay,” you answered.

A half hour later, you were sitting on the couch eating your respective dinners in silence. But Yongguk slurping his noodles was really starting to get on your nerves, so you moved to eat in the kitchen by yourself.

Yongguk didn’t say anything, knowing you were annoyed and knowing he needed to wait a little before confronting you. So he finished his meal as slowly as he could, went to go put his bowl in the dishwasher, then sat down across from you at the kitchen table.

“Hey,” he said gently.

“Hey,” you replied.

“What’s wrong? And don’t say ‘Nothing, I’m fine.’ Something’s wrong, and I just want to help you. But I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

You sighed, dropping your pizza onto your plate and pushing it away. “A lot is wrong, actually,” you told him, already feeling your throat closing up.

Yongguk reached a hand out to you, covering your own hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

And that was enough to open the floodgates. You let everything spill out, telling him all the things which had built up over the past few weeks, your emotions and tears making it difficult for you to speak clearly.

Just a few minutes later, you were curled up on Yongguk’s lap, his hand rubbing your back soothingly and his lips brushing against your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me all this, baby?” he asked, though he knew full well why you hadn’t. It’s just who you were.

“Because I didn’t want to bother you. I wanted to deal with everything myself since they’re my problems.”

“But you’re mine,” he reminded you. “I’m yours. What’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours. They’re not just your problems anymore. If it affects you, it affects me, too, because I love you.”

“I know,” you sniffled. “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for being who you are. You know I love you no matter what, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

You lifted your head to look up at him, eyes wide and shining. “Really?”

“Really,” he nodded, gliding his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away a tear. But then a smirk pulled at his lips. “Except... maybe that pimple on your forehead.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, nudging him.

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Yongguk - The reason I live is you ♥

Member: BAP’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: Idol!Yongguk X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Happy end

Warnings: Fighting, smut

Words: 2,275

Summary: You don’t fight. But this time you do. And it seems like making up involves a lot more, than just talking,

A/N: Y’all are thirsty. I’m not rly happy with this (’cause let’s face it I’m bad at writing smut [because i don’t eally know what’s too much to handle])but i hope I didn’t murder your request too much @perfectly-sarcastic ♥

You don’t fight. Don’t get me wrong, Yongguk and you definitely argue sometimes but you never really fight. One of you always hits the emergency break, avoiding the worst. Tonight, though, is different. Yongguk came home, exhausted by a hard day at work, his anxiety grabbing onto the edges of his consciousness – and you could feel it.

So you did your best, preparing his favorite dinner, which he left untouched. Massaging his tense shoulders, only to be pushed away rather ungentle. You then decided that it might be better for you to go to your shared bedroom to relax a bit, maybe read a book. The quiet toddle of your naked feet could be heart throughout the quiet apartment, so when a deep sigh suddenly accompanied them, you almost stopped walking - almost, because you were sure that Yongguk didn’t want to see you right now. Although your feelings were hurt, you understood that maybe, he just needed to relax a bit and be on his own. Calm down and then he would return to being the cuddly, soft Yongguk you know.

“This is how you thank me for bringing home money? For buying the apartment?” It’s barely 10 minutes later that Yongguk walks through the door. You’re curled up in the middle of your bed, pillows all around you, and a romantic book in your hand. “What do you mean?” you close the book carefully, after putting a piece of paper between the pages as a bookmark. You heard of people bending the pages to remember where they are, but in your eyes, they are monsters. “I’m in a bad mood and you just decide to curl up and read? To leave me alone? I bought this apartment! I pay for your clothes! Our food!” You feel yourself become defensive. You cross your arms over your chest and look at him with rage. “First, I cooked your favorite food and tried to massage you. When you didn’t eat the food and pushed me away I thought that you just want to be on your own for a while. Calm down.” You take a deep breath in order to remain calm. “And second. . . I go to work as well. I might not be an idol, but I work from seven in the morning to four or five in the afternoon. I earn money as well. I never asked you to buy my stuff, but you always insist that you love buying my stuff.” You know that you are by now bright read in your face.

You never wanted him to buy your clothes, your food, pay for your dates. The fact that he holds this against you now hurts and angers you. “Well I didn’t want to be alone! I wanted you to just be by my side and hold me. But you would never understand me. You don’t understand how I feel.” He turned around and angrily walked towards the door, making you jump out of bed and follow him. “Where are you going?” You demanded to know when he put on his warm jacked and slipped into his shoes. “I don’t know, probably some pub. Maybe I’ll find someone who will understand me.” You look at him in shock, his words like a slap in the face. Tears are filling your eyes, threatening to spill as you look at him in disappointment. “If you step through this door I won’t be here when you return.” His implication of possibly cheating on you – something he would never do, you know that – hit you really hard. He hesitates and turns around to see your eyes filled with tears. Your breath is going hard and when he realizes how you could interpret his words, his eyes widen. “Y/N. You think I’d. . .” He raises his hand, reaching out for you but you just step back, your eyes fixed onto the wooden floor next to your feet. “You think I’d cheat on you?” He steps right in front of you and takes your face into his hands, lifting it, so your eyes meet his. “People do stupid stuff when they are angry and drunk. I don’t think you’d do it but. . . You made it sound like that and you are so angry.” You feel yourself shake; your eyes are searching the room for somewhere to look other than his eyes. “Babe. . .”

He’s at a loss of words, so he only presses his lips against yours, which surprises you, so it takes you a second to respond. This second makes Yongguks heart race in fear and his kiss becomes more desperate. You respond to his kiss and his hands wander to your hips, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his middle. You  fumble with his thick jacket, struggling to take it off, when he starts carrying you to your bed. “Shoes.” You say in a scolding manner as you hear his soles against the floor. He smiles into the kiss and kicks the shoes off and carries you to your bedroom where he drops you onto the bed. Your eyes look up at him and you feel the love for him spill over, washing away all the doubt that tried to creep into your heart and brain, replacing it with a warm feeling. A stray tear runs down your cheek and Yongguk bows down to you, his lips catching it and moving to your ear, leaving a soft, damp trail behind. “Don’t cry. I will never leave you. I’ll make sure you remember.” He presses you into the pillows you left on the bed and runs his full, soft lips over your jawline, down to your collarbone, where he gently sucks on the tender flesh, making you moan softly. “I hate that you doubted me.” He says as he proudly examines the lovebite he left behind. “Yongguk. Don’t beat yourself up over it. ” You say and look down at him. “I will make you remember.” There is a fire in his eyes and you know that he won’t be soft or gentle tonight. You will be dusted with small, purple circles, because Yongguk likes to mark you as his when he is rough. Your legs wrap themselves around his hip and you can feel his erection against you already wet core

All the anger is just gone and replaced by passion. “This has to go.” He whispers, staring at the shirt you are wearing – one of his - and he doesn’t take the time to take it off you but rust rips it in half. You gasp and he presses his lips to you now exposed nipple – you already took your bra off when you came home because it’s just too uncomfortable. Yongguks arms wrap around your waist as you arch your back and he lifts you up, removing the fabric and throwing it across the room. You feel the mattress beneath your body again and shiver as his left hand makes its way to your exposed nipple, working on it, carefully tugging it and massaging it, bringing you pleasure. When he is finally satisfied, he kisses down to your pyjamabottoms – a pair of shorts with animated cats printed all over them, but they are so short, that they are barely worth mentioning. He leaves behind a trail of hickeys and then swiftly takes off your shorts, leaving you no time to adjust to the cold that suddenly hits your wet core, because his warm lips immediately replace the fabric. You feel is tongue slide over your clit, massaging it, making you moan his name. “Yongguk please fuck me.” you gasp when he slides one finger in, but you know that he is not planning on letting you cum immediately. Yongguk is in a playful mood, which often results in you begging him to let you cum.

He drives you so close to your orgasm, but right when you are about to grasp it, let go of everything, his mouth disappears and his fingers follow. “Yongguk” You whimper and he kisses you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I don’t want you to cum like this. I want to be inside you. . ” You look at him and are still able to see the pain in his eyes. It’s hidden in a faraway corner of his mind, but not far enough. He takes off his clothes himself, his eyes not leaving you and when he is finally naked, he enters you completely in one, swift thrust. You gasp for air, needing time to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t give you any time, he just starts to move fluently inside you, your moans could be heard throughout the entire apartment, and when you finally cum, he joins you. He softly pants next to your ear and keeps moving – something that almost feels painful in due to how sensitive you feel after an orgasm. The two of you keep going and when he collapses next to you, you curl into him seeking his warmth because the cold air of your bedroom is resulting in goosebumps spreading all over your exposed skin. Yongguk quickly wraps the two of you up in one of your blankets, pressing kisses all over your face. “I love you” he whispers and you just make an agreeing noise, because you are too exhausted. Your upper body is covered in purple marks, you feel sore between your legs and your muscles are exhausted. “Sleep, babe.” Yongguk instructs and you agree, falling asleep almost instantly, only to be woken up by a nightmare a few hours later.

The bedroom is dark and quiet except for your breathing. The dream felt so real and after your argument with Yongguk it hit really close to home. You can barely remember what happened, but you know that it was related to the argument the two of you had and you remember seeing Yongguk with a woman in your bed. Tears run down your cheek and you sit up to walk to the bathroom and calm yourself down. Unfortunately the strong arms are so tightly wrapped around your body, that Yongguk wakes up as soon as you move. “It’s not time to wake up babe.” His rough sleepy voice would usually make you melt into a puddle, but now it  makes you shiver and drives tears  to your eyes, because the thought of one day, waking up without him, breaks you. “Babe?” Yongguk is immediately wide awake and sits up, looking at your face, illuminated by the dim light of the alarm clocks on your night stands – two, because the two of you wake up at different times – and presses you into his body. It happened before – you, waking up due to nightmares after having arguments, but this is the worst is has ever been. “Nightmare?” Yongguk whispers and you nod into his chest. You start seeking his touch and straddle him, kissing his lips and running your hands into his hair. Yongguk kisses you back softly and quickly detaches his lips from yours, rubbing his nose against yours. “Are you sore?” he asks, nuzzling your neck softly. You nod and press your body into him, sneaking your fingers between the two of you and touch his soft member. “Not when you are sore.” He says softly. It’s something he made up in his mind. He wouldn’t sleep with you when you were sore. “Please” you beg and keep massaging his now erected member as you press your lips to his. His walls crumble and you feel it, resulting in you raising your hips to align his erection with your entrance and you lowered yourself onto him, carefully moving on him. Yongguk moans and showers every part of your body he could reach with kisses, whispering how much he loves you. When the two of you cum, you lay back down and fall back asleep.

“Babe, wake up.” You open your eyes and see Yongguk in a pair of snug boxer shorts. You stretch and look at your alarm clock. It’s Saturday and you are off work, but usually Yongguk should have left for the studio two hours ago. “Why are you here?” you look at Yongguk and see that he is your big, cuddly bear again. “I didn’t want to leave you. Not after tonight. Not after what happened yesterday.” He looks away, clearly ashamed by what he said last night. “I ran you a bath. While you’re in there I’ll go and get breakfast.” He brushes your hair out of your face. “You could just wait and I’d make breakfast” He shakes his head and kisses you. “I already showered and told them to prepare it. I’ll go get dressed and get it now.” You stand up and flinch because of the sore feeling between your legs. “Take your time.” He says and takes a pair of pants as soon as you entered the bathroom. You saw roses everywhere and lower yourself into the warm bathtub, wincing when the warm water hits your sensitive core and the pain makes you remember what he did to you last night, making you blush. You stay in the tub for half an hour and then wash your hair and body, then dry yourself off and dress yourself. “Babe?” Yongguk calls as he enters the apartment. You walk down the hallway while drying your hair. He raises multiple bags and smiles at you with his huge, gummy smile.

You don’t fight. Usually, but this time, you did. However, this fight wouldn’t break you. It only made you relationship stronger.

A/N:Do you guys know that some of my titles are lyrics translated into English? without consulting google, can anyone guess where this title is from?

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Father >> Yongguk, You

A one-shot that I had in my mobile notes for a while now... 

She was so small and fragile, she had wide eyes, small lips, and nose.

In the playroom, she was sitting playing with the other kids, despite being a kid with fewer words like her father. She was so adorable that you wanted to pinch her cheeks.

But the fact that she was Yongguk’s daughter made her feel weird as if someone punched her stomach. He had a child.

“She is pretty.” You smiled softly at your boyfriend of a month. This was the first time he told you about Haerim and you did not know how to adjust to the news yet.

“Thank you.” Yongguk gave you a small smile. He seemed nervous to reveal such a huge secret in his life just like this. It made you feel a little better than he trusted you despite the short period of dating.

“And her mom…” You paused when a sad smile flickered over his face before he shook his head.

“She left me a present before leaving the whole world.” He said with a small smile over his mouth, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the way Yongguk talked about Haerim’s mother. How his eyes shock as if he was remembering, seeing her in front of him.

However, your heart broke over that fact. The fact that Haerim had grown up without a mom, without even seeing her once.

“How old is she?”

“Four.” Pressing his lips, Yongguk said. “You don’t have to force yourself.”

“No, no, no. It’s not like that. I’m just…” you took a deep breath, “surprised.”

“I bet you are.” Yongguk looked down at his own hands hesitating.

He was worried that Haerim would be abstract in your relationship. But he needed to tell you because he trusted you. He loved you and he didn’t want to keep just a big thing for his life away from you.

“I’m sorry. This is so sudden I know.”

“Why?” You gulped watching Haerim as she smiled around with the other kids. “Why did you tell me now?”

One month of dating, only a few dates that could be counted on your hands due to his busy schedule. What made him take such a step when you only knew him for a short period.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” Yongguk confessed. “You are not like any girl I have dated before. I felt that I need to tell you about this if we are going to date seriously.”

You pressed your lips into a line, feeling speechless. You liked Yongguk. Way too much then you could have imagined. He was the one for you, the gentleman with a good heart. People may misunderstand him because of his quiet nature and neutral expression, but he was a man who only knew respect and manners.

But having a child… It was suddenly such a heavy burden that you weren’t sure you could take. You liked Yongguk. But he will share his feelings between you and his daughter.

Was it selfish to think like this?

No matter how cute Haerim was, she wasn’t your child after all.

“Y/N” Yongguk called, made you snap out of your thoughts and look at him. Your heart dropped when you saw the shadow of emotions over his expression. “We can call it off now before hurting each other.”

“Appa,” Haerim suddenly, was there beside her father’s legs.

“Haerim-ah” Yongguk smiled, carrying her as he settled her on his lap. “Did you have fun?”

She nodded cutely, as her finger found its way to her mouth. Yongguk pushed her hand down, shaking his head. “Don’t put your fingers in your mouth. They are not clean yet.”

She nodded again, and instead she started to play with the hem of her skirt.

“She… has your eyes.” You finally said after a long time, a smile on your lips.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to-”

“Haerim-ah” You looked at his daughter, ignoring Yongguk’s scowl. She shyly looked up. “Do you like your father?”

She nodded, as she wrapped her small arms around his neck and put her cheek on his chest as she looked at you.

You smiled, nodding at her. “Good girl, can you take care of your father?”

She didn’t answer as she ignored you, looking away.

A sigh skipped your mouth as you looked at Yongguk who was looking at you confused.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t apologize Yongguk. Your daughter is really pretty. It’s going to take us a little while to get along with each other.”

Yongguk placed his daughter on the ground as she ran to the playground once again to play. “Y/N…”  He said, turning to meet your eyes. “I love you. I’m not telling you this because I want you to be my daughter’s babysitter or nurse. I love you, and I wish that you could give her the love that she hadn’t received. I’m not forcing you, you can run away from me right now.”

“I’m not breaking up with you.” The sunlight illuminated half of Yongguk’s face, highlighting his sharp features. “I don’t care if you have a daughter or not.”

“I do care.”

“Then don’t. You trusted me enough to tell me about her. And I actually like her a lot.” You talked really fast, it almost surprised Yongguk. It was true. The moment you saw Hearim, somehow your heart melted for her even though you didn’t really like kids.

“I love you, Yongguk. I love everything about you, including the fact you have a daughter.”

Reaching for your hands, Yongguk gave you a squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Shut up. You came to me after falling completely in love with you. How could tell me to run away from you, now?”

Smiling, he wrapped his arms around you in a quick hug.

“I want a hug too.” A small voice made you and Yongguk rebel from each other as you looked at Haerim who was standing with a pout on her mouth.

“Of course.” Yongguk reached, to carry her, but she shook her head.

“No, I want a hug from Ajummah.”

You exchanged looks with Yongguk before returning Haerim “Of course, cupcake.” You hugged her and carried her in your arms. “Do you want to eat something? What about an ice cream?”

Haerim nodding. “Ice cream.”

“Thank you, Y/N” Yongguk mouthed and you smiled at him.

Yongguk… he was a father before he was a lover. And if you really loved him, you had to accept this fact and gives all the love to the little girl in your hands.

[seoullove96]

hey all!

i’m trying to find a couple of B.A.P fanfics and i was hoping to get some help!

i know both are/were on either AO3 or AsianFanfics but i’m having zero luck. they are mature and up.

story #1: its mostly jongup/reader based but jongup and reader were friends on earth then on readers birthday, jongup and her(reader) have sex and her powers are unleashed and she is the princess of matoki and the matoki need to have sex with each other to survive and all of BAP have to have sex with the princess since they’re her guards. (i think the last i can recall there were 50+ chapters at least)

story #2: yongguk/reader based. every holiday yongguk appears and him and the reader have sex. no one but her can see him. he may have been a fallen angel?

i know its been several years since i’ve read them but i hope someone can help me! thank you!

[lives4yongguk-blog]

Drabble tag

I lay beside my lover, it's another peacefull night with him by my side. Once again I think about him, his warm, his so carring personnality that in the begining annoyed me but that feeling was soon replace with another one, that feeling a girl has when she knows her boyfriend would make anything to protect her. I think about those secret dates we had. Even if he was a busy idol he would always make time for me, which was the most precious thing to my eyes, in these moments I would feel like the luckiest human being in the world. I feel the warm embrace of my boyfiend around me, holding me tightly, showering me in love, I look up at his sleeping face and become sad, my heart aches because I can't forget him...The boy sleeping beside me isn't Bang Yongguk

So I tag @kpop-stole-my-lyfe to write a short drabble with the promp why am I sad if I should feel happy? And to tag one of her favorite tumblr writters with another promp of her choice to keep this tag going! :D

[namjoonchronicles]

[Final: Yongguk Ver.] Tumbleweed, Her (M)#20 -  [BAP] Mafia!Au

[A/N] Come to me, papi. I wrote three version of these, so it might get over lap somewhere because no one in this world writes three endings to a fanfic before. Tell me the version you liked.

Sometimes, painful things can teach us a lesson we didn’t think we needed to know. And of all the wretched things that happened, two made its mark on you. Two of it, of which, you will never forget.

People are lessons in disguise and every each that came into your life, meant to teach you something. Either it is about you, or about them, but there’s always something. Rage is never the solution, but it was the only way you could think of.

And in this final chapter, it started with a broken windshield of a black tinted car by a baseball bat that you held in your hands. You stand dignified on top of the hood of a car you knew belong to Jongup’s clan.

“She’s at it again.” The old lady who sells roasted chestnut by this road would shake her head. “When will she learn that it’s a dangerous path she’s walking in.” She added, and the men in suits would just look at you. And you were aware of this eyes that knows only to judge, but never understand-- you continued your assaults to that car, breaking every shard of glasses on it, the side mirrors, anything you can get your hands to. The younger one in suits hisses, and lunges over to you only to be stopped in his track by his senior.

“That’s our car!” He roared.

Yongguk came from the roadside in his black singlet and army trousers, grabbed your waist from behind and forcefully take the bat from you as you groaned. “This needs to stop.” He raised his voice a little but you were clearly unaffected by it. “I’m fetching Junhong from college but you need to come home first.” He said. You climbed into his jeep wordlessly, stern look in your eyes and Yongguk just blinks to the side when he got in.

He inserted the car key into the jack but before he twisted them, you crossed your arm. “This would have been easier if you tell me where the fuck he is.” You hissed. “You think he’s going to pop up anywhere if you’re behaving like this? That’s the third car this month.” You heard him say. “I made a promise I can’t break.” If Yongguk were to describe you in one word, it would have easily been, ‘Stubborn’.

The calm after the storm that never came. The wound that never got to heal. The heartbreak that never regain its full form. The missing pieces that remained unfound.

To every beginning, there will be an end. But will the hollow, be fulfilled?

“That was some sleep.” You heard him say in his deep voice, a smile upon his face, the little crinkle in his eyes.

That’s right. You’re in Yongguk’s house. Months passed and the wounds are still fresh. The images are still vivid and their tattooed in your heart. And in your mind.

Tattoos.

As Yongguk brushed the strand away from your hair, and hook them behind your ear, he leans in to see better. “The cuts are closing up prettily. Doctor said you should not eat eggs, prawns, any processed meat for the time being. So no sausages, even though I know you’re crazy for them.” Yongguk straightens in his seat.

You brought yourself up, gently, feeling particularly light headed due to the blood not reaching it’s full speed. “Yongguk.” You breathed his name so gently, he looks up at you, with wondering eyes. “All I do is trouble you. I am forever in-debt to you, and I’m sorry for everything, for every minute of your life, ruined because of me. I only cause you havoc.” You started and the words tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Don’t say a word...please, just stop.” Yongguk starts to shuffle in his seat, shaking his head while you set your feet next to the bed he put you in, ready to leave it. “Let me finish!” You roared. You held him by the intense gaze you gave him. “I’ve hurt you enough, haven’t I? Why are you still here, then?” You asked him.

It sting him. The words ,they stung him. Yongguk gave the floor a bitter smile, a little shake of his head. “You’re right. Why the fuck am I still here.” He gave a sad chuckle and he drops his head before giving you a glance that made your stomach flipped. “I’ve been to a lot of places. I’ve meet thousands of girls. And truth be told, and I’m not one to brag, but I can get any girls I want…”

“--then go! Go and get other girls if you want it so bad!” You challenged him. But he got up, towering you while you sat on the edge of the bed, a tinge of fear in your eyes, when Yongguk hissed in your face, “But I don’t want that! I don’t want other. Girls....It’s not as simple as that, okay. My feelings are not a switch. They’re not interchangeable. They’re not something you give away and forget. I’m not like you. I wish they were, but they’re not. Because, honestly.  Between you and me. My heart wants what it wants.” He straightens up, he bit his lips and backs away from you, walking backwards.

“And it wants you,” he spins and walked out, and he yells, “...and it fucking! Still wants you!”

Yongguk is a beautiful person. He is. He has always been kind, protective, mature in his decisions. He is the kind of person that get hurts time and time again, and still comes back for more. His genuine heart was yours to take. It still is, even after all the hell he’s been through because of you. But like he said, the heart wants what it wants. But your expectation was wrong. He didn’t come back for the hurt. He came back because you were home. You were his home. His entire fucking everything. It didn’t matter if you didn’t love him. Every words he had ever said.

Love. “You’re the only one I care about.” “I’d spent my days with you, and no one else.” “One of my tattoos are dedicated to you. Maybe one day I’ll show you where it is.”

Hate. “Why did you do that?” “So that’s it, now we’re done? Don’t I mean anything to you?” “If that’s what you think is best for us. Fine.”

You jumped out of bed, realizing that if you lose him now, you’ll lose him forever. There’s no saying on how long he’ll stay patient with you. You tested the waters, and he’s over the edge.

The fridge door is opened and closed and you were relieved to see his semi tattooed back, covered by the black singlet he had been wearing as he pour himself some cold beverages. He is angry, but not angry enough to leave the house. The apartment he lend you. He visibly breathed in and exhaled hard, a loud exasperated and tired sigh. His shoulders rise and fall and you can’t help but empathize him. He deserved more than this. He deserved a genuine heart and soul that loves him for him. “I cannot pretend, Yongguk.I simply cannot.” You thought as you stared to his back.

You were standing by the door sill when you came to see a couple of opened envelopes on the side table, next to the bed. “Choi Junhong tuition fees has been in full.” The letter starts. Behind it, was a handwritten letter from your mother. “...thank you for all the help you’ve given over the course of my daughter missing. You have a lot in your hands, don’t you?”

Had he been paying Junhong, his tuition fees? It looked like it. Had he been catering to your mother? Those letters can’t be lying.

Now let’s be entirely honest. Where else can you find a man foolish enough to do that much for you?

Yongguk sips the cold water and had been facing the tiled wall of the kitchen, his thoughts blank. “Yongguk…” You breathed his name and he turned around to you wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, by the lips and you kissed him. He responded in a surprised but muffled moan before he parted his lips to make way for your eager tongue to enter his cavern. He had his hands holding each side of your hip in place, but as the kiss deepens, he wrapped his strong pair of arms around your waist to feel more of you. And he asked you, “Really?”

You nodded, eagerly. “Let’s start again. Let’s give ourselves another try.”

He looks puzzled. “Why so suddenly?”

“Damn it, Yongguk. Take what’s already given.” You scolded him, pulling his face into yours so you could roughly kiss him again. But something changed in Yongguk’s dark brown eyes. “Is this one of your tricks?” He threw the mood away. And he had all the rights to.

You slid your hand down one side of his delectable face and his chest.  “I will never find another love like yours. Ever.”

-----

Junhong is in complete contrast to what he used to be. Rumor started spreading on how he used to be in mafia. And that has given him unneeded attentions and friends. Back in the days, being in a mafia is something frowned upon on. But nowadays, it’s something that even polices find considerably, not bothersome. Since they’ve come to an agreement that they will refrain from committing serious crimes, it’s all good. But of course, Junhong is no longer apart of that.

And of course, he felt uneasy eyes around him. Boys and girls alike. But your constant calls and texts didn’t make college life too lonely. Sometimes Bang Yongguk would stop by to pass him lunch and everyone in the college knows that Yongguk’s a lieutenant. So that fact may have contributed to a handful of friends who deemed Junhong as harmless.

“Anyone trying to poke around?” Yongguk asked, as his eyes crinkles into crescents. Smiling at Junhong’s who is lazily dragging his feet to Yongguk’s car. “No one dared.” Junhong grins and Yongguk threw his arm around the boy’s neck, jokingly. “What did she cook for dinner?” Junhong asked as he climbed in. “Her favourite. As usual. You think you mattered in her life? Dream on, lad. She only cares about me.” Yongguk boastfully said.

He meant it as a joke, of course.

-----

Rushing to and fro the dining table and the kitchen, you ensured everything is in place before the two arrives. The television left on, with the volumes low helps you shake any unwanted anxieties. Bringing the hot pot of beef soup pass the wall where all the family portraits are, you accidentally tilted one frame. Just slightly. You tutted your tongue and set the pot on the middle of the table where the bowl were turned upside down until Junhong and Yongguk arrive. You rubbed your hands on your apron and went back to tilted frame.

As you fix the edges, to a perfect form, your eyes glided to the torn wallpaper hidden behind it. You ran your fingers on top of the flaps, slowly trying to recover the dull color the original wall had. “Giving the wall a new face don’t exactly erase the events that it had witnessed, would it?” You thought. Yongguk spent days, scrubbing off the droplets of blood that spattered on them. Weeks, for the smell to disappear. Another two weeks, to put on this wallpaper. Junhong helped to. So many people would ask, why would you still live here, knowing fully well of what happened here?

Because you’re unafraid. There’s absolutely, no reason to be.

And slowly, the sound from the television seeps into your soul while your eyes dances on the pictures on the wall, memorizing faces. Bang Yongguk has an attractive smile line. Junhong tends to crinkle his eyes, and is unable to take serious pictures. He is basically a giant-sized baby, demanding attentions every now and then. But can you blame him? He had his youth taken away from him. The news anchor voice of what started as an ambience, started to become clearer and clearer.

“...President Kim who won his election, fair and square brought his only son, Kim Himchan to the parliament dinner, looking sharp in suits. The duo is accompanied by the honorary secretary of the National Security, Mr. Park Hwang Soon and his wife, to discuss the future well-being of the country.” You turned your attention to the screen.

And then your eyes caught something, no– someone. Ding-dong

Just as the doorbells rang, and it pulled your attentions away from the screen, reluctantly. “Coming!” You sped to the front door and yanked them open where Youngjae stood with a bouquet of flowers and some fruits. “I got here too early didn’t I?” Youngjae’s face crumples into a hesitant smile. You beamed back, “Yongguk wouldn’t mind me having someone around. He dreaded the fact that he had to live me alone to set the dinner up… he’d be thrilled to have you here.”

Youngjae’s eyes wander around the apartment and he notices that it had a few changes since the last time he was here.

The wind struck your hair, as you look ahead to the view of your verandah. Youngjae brought himself next to you, resting his elbows on the handrails, smiling. “What could you be thinking about on this lovely, cloudless evening.” He said, leaning to one side of his body, so he could face your side. After a minute long of silence, you blinked and something changed in your eyes. “I need your help. And I know that Yongguk told you where he is,” and at this, Youngjae was already moving away. “Please, Yoo Youngjae, I need to see him.” You begged, tugging his sleeves.

Youngjae gaze deep into your eyes as he peel your hand away from his shirt. “...When will you learn to stop loving the person you cannot love?” Youngjae muttered. “If you mattered at all to him, would he be leaving you this long? Think. Learn to let go. He is a dangerous man to be with, haven’t the death toll scared you enough?” Youngjae walks back in, and you followed him, right after. The curtain flaps as the wind strikes, but Youngjae’s mind remained unhinged. “Maybe I’m crazy but Youngjae, I don’t want Jongup. I need him.” Your eyes were wet. And from the looks of his face, he is caving.

-----

Nothing about this club is comforting. Nothing about it has a way of making you feel calm. Maybe the reason why you’re here played a part in it. A whiff of expensive cigars, and the cold wind from the air vents above, the neon, flickering lights were dizzying you. The bass is heavily boosted and quickly, you pushed your way through a crowd of drunken people, to go across. The hallways were dimly lit. These are the VIPs room. One of these rooms would have a number of girls in it. A private show for wealthy, sickening young lads. You’d be surprised who you’d catch.

But a tall girl rammed to your shoulders and with her smokey eyes, she threw you a look, not an apology escaped her mouth and red lips. She drew her eyes on you and decided that you’re probably misplaced by someone. You really looked like you’re trying to catch your spouse cheating. But that’s not the case, now is it.

In the direction she went, your instincts tell you to follow her. She was dressed up provocatively and her mini skirt rode up her thigh as she climbed up the spiral stairs. She hadn’t noticed that you were following her. You didn’t know that clubs could be multi-storeyed. You’ve never really been in one long enough to notice it. The old club you worked  in before had only one floor. You were stunned by the scenery that reveals themselves before you. In the past, these would have frightened you greatly, but this time it didn’t. You feel  yourself growing far too curious to turn back. You’ve seen a pretty expensive looking bottles of champagne, but none quite like this. You wondered, if you wandered around long enough, will you get caught?

You were certainly not dressed for the occasion.. Whatever the ocsassion was.

But what came, was what you came unprepared for.

The moment you scanned through the room of wealthy, gorgeous and drunk people, you saw one couple on top of each other. And it was in that moment, you learnt the meaning of the word: Unforgiving.

Your light of steps sprinting through the crowd to the door you came from, knocking everyone that came in your way, out. They hissed and cursed at the your actions, but the emotional turbulence that you experienced had rendered your hearing, to an ambience. What’s more important for you right now is that you head out of that club, before these tears fall pathetically.

You ran as fast as you could, and the entrance never looked so far. Visions are blurry, your thoughts are getting hazy as you let your heart take control of the situation. The world is crumbling down around you, and the next one to go is you.

The loud honking of the car rammed consciousness into your head and you realized it was raining heavily outside that loud club. You’ve stepped into a large puddle, in the middle of an almost empty street, several cars are passing through and another lorry passed you with another loud honk. You spun around, in daze. “Go home, drunkard!” The driver yelled and because the sound of the falling rain is louder, you almost couldn’t hear him say. Stumbling in your own step, you ran your finger through your dampened hair, before falling to your knees, crouching and crying. You dug the heel of your hand into the socket of your eyes, trying to erase memories of what you witnessed.

A heartbreak.

The montages, images of you and him, during the happy times, flashes across your memory. The way he smiled, the way he kiss, the way he holds. His touches, his scent, his laugh, his cries, his frustrations, his eyes. The memories continues to drill themselves into you, without a care. And with every each of that, your heart took blow after blow. “How could you. How could you.” You chanted and from behind, you heard the sound of the rain hitting against the polyester coverings of an umbrella, and rain was shield away from you. This person right next to you, knelt and tucked your hair behind your ear and you whimpered, “Why would he do that. Yongguk. Why?”

Yongguk blinks sadly to your current state, wrapped his strong arm around your petite body and helped you up. He had you seated on the front passenger seat before leaving you alone. You watched him go back to the club’s entrance that’s now overflowed with men in suits. One single blue haired guy that you didn’t need introductions to, came forward. They appeared to be having a conversation. That ended with Yongguk punching Jongup across the face. Your hand flew to your lips, gasping. Yongguk then marches boldly through the pouring rain, and into the car.

“Did you know what he did?” You asked Yongguk as he drove. “Didn’t have to.” Yongguk saw you crying, and there was no explanation that would justify that. He didn’t bother to ask. “He was kissing a girl. Passionately. The way he would kiss me. What a hoe.” You rolled your eyes to the view outside the foggy window.

Jongup had his hands all over that girl. Was kissing her obscenely. Was enjoying what he did. Not even noticing that your whole world had crumble beyond fixing.

Yongguk swallowed his saliva as he turned left on the first junction. After he have you seated in his car, Yongguk went back to the club, in the pouring rain without the umbrella. He saw one face and that was all he needs to lose absolute control, but what Jongup said upon meeting him, was what set off his outrage. “Break my face because if you don’t. She’ll come running back to me. I did what we planned, so punch me and take her away from me, now.” Jongup walks out of the comfort of his men and displayed his face. “Make me the bad guy of the story Yongguk. Finish me.” Jongup clenched his jaw and the punch he asked for, came from Yongguk’s robust fist.

It was the only to make you forget him.

Jongup, with his busted lips sat on his Bugatti, parked by the bridge. Broad daylight, his hands holding a velvety box. He sat on the hood of his car, in his grey suit, paired with black dress shirt. The compass tattoo on his neck, the miscellaneous writing along his long fingers, his leg dangling, while the other is tucked underneath his thigh. His eyes shrinks from the glares of the bright sunlight, accompanied by the sound of the stream and the engines from the cars passing through the bridge above.

He flips the velvet blue box open and it revealed a ring. Sparkly, titanium finish with black diamond as the centre. Jongup sighes. “If she’s not wearing it…” he shuts the box with the ring remaining inside, lifted himself from the hood, walked as near as he could to the bridge and the water underneath, he steps back and threw the ring box as far as it could go, with a low grunt, “...then no one else could.” Jongup returns to the hood and pick up his gun before entering the car and throttled through the street, followed by at least a dozen of black Sedans.

[Several month later]

Yongguk received a letter of promotion. He was recommended by Himchan’s father. Jongup helped Yongguk with the dirty works while Yongguk remained faithful to his job and you.

Jongup lived as a man in the shadows. And Yongguk worked to return your mesmerizing smile to you. And he’s succeeding, every day.

[A/N] He’s such a baby. A million times yas! Thank you so much for the love given to this fanfic ever since the start. Please continue to support the boys and their awesomeness (especially my Uppie his new song Try My Luck /he needs my body on him lol/ is my jam nowadays, and Yongguk’s Yamazaki,  hence the birth of this fanfic). I know I told you guys there will be three versions of endings. I ain’t lying. Like and reblog, and feel free to come inbox me anytime.

[Mutual Ver.] [Jongup Ver.]

[huihuiheart]

Angstober D26: No Choice - Bang Yongguk

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Angstober 2021 Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Yandere! Bang Yongguk x GN Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere

Summary: You thought you were finally free, until he showed up at your doorsteps with threats once again.

Warnings: Yandere themes, blackmail, stalking themes, threats, messy breakups, toxic relationship, breaking and entering, cursing, slight mafia themes.

Word Count: 388

You nearly dropped your keys when you saw that your door had been forced open, catching them rather quickly in uncertain hands. Slowly reaching forward to poke the door open enough to let you have a look inside. Not spotting anyone, you take a few tentative steps inside, preparing to call the police until the front door slams and locks behind you. Lights switch on as your phone slips out of your hand and shatters on the floor. Your toxic ex Yongguk is standing there, scowl filling his face.

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t be able to find you Y/N? You should know better, I’m always able to find you.” He sighs, stepping closer to your form now that he knows your exit is blocked. Stalking you like a predator, toying with their prey instead of just striking swiftly and getting it over with.  

“I’ve moved on Yongguk, you should too. What we had wasn’t healthy. That’s why I left, and now you need to leave me too.” You insist, backing away as you look around desperately in search of an option. Not sure quite what to expect from the volatile man across from you. 

“You can’t fucking leave me!” Yongguk yells, anger flaring aggressively before he reigns it in under his control once more, “You can’t leave me. I know everything about you- everything! I can make you do whatever I want. If you don’t I can ruin you in a matter of seconds and you know that.” 

You backed into the table, fists gripping onto the edge of it until your knuckles turned white under the pressure, “If you do that you know you’ll go down with me...”

Your argument is weak, you both know it. You were too scared of the power and influence he held, that’s why you tried to leave silently. On the other hand, Yongguk didn’t fear what you brought up one bit, if everything came crashing down he’d just build his empire anew. With you at his side once more.

“It’s funny how you bring that up when we both know I don’t give a fuck. You have one last chance Y/N. Either you play nice and walk out that door with me of your own accord...or we do this the hard way and I start fucking shit up.”

[kpop-scenario-lover]

Unhappy Marriage~Yongguk~Final

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners*

Words;1k

Genre: Angst

So it’s my baby’s birthday today! I decided to write this and upload in honour of Yongguk’s birthday today. Gosh I love this man so much, what I would give to meet him in person. I hope he has a wonderful birthday. He deserves the world I swear. Happy Birthday to this precious man<33333

I hope you guys enjoy the story!

It had been a couple days since Somi had kidnapped you and Yongguk saved you.

You were so thankful to him. You didn't know how to thank Yongguk. He saved you.

You had been staying at Yongguk's for the last couple days. You were to nervous to go back to your apartment. Yongguk insisted that you stay with him, so you hesitantly agreed to stay.

As the sun shone in your eyes you groaned and rolled over. You slowly opened your eyes.

You decided last night that today would be the last day that you stay at Yongguk's house.

You slowly got up and started go gather your things. You looked around the room. It was the guest bedroom but it still held so many memories for you.

You jumped a little when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly walked to the door and opened it slowly.

Your eyes widened slightly as you saw Yongguk standing there on the other side.

"Yes Yongguk? What's wrong?" You asked him softly.

He bit his lip. "I-I was wondering if we could maybe talk?" He asked softly.

You looked down. You weren't sure if you were ready to talk to him again. You hasn't talked to Yongguk since he saved you that day.

You slowly looked back up. Now or never right? You thought to yourself.

You nodded your head. "Y-Yeah sure. Come in." You said as you moved out of the way.

Yongguk hesitantly entered the room. His eyes roamed the room and soon landed on your bag. His eyes widened slightly.

"You're not staying?" He asked you softly.

You bit your lip and shook your head. "I've exceeded my stay. I can't stay here forever Guk." The nickname slipped.

Your eyes widened but Yongguk frowned. "Of course you can stay. Y/N this is your home too." He told you as he stepped forward.

You took a step back and looked up at him. You gave him a sad smile. "This isn't my home any more Yongguk. It hasn't been for awhile. We both know that." You told him softly.

Yongguk looked down ashamed. You smiled and walked up to him. You gently lifted his head up.

"I don't hate you. So don't blame yourself. You can't help how you feel. Feelings are hard to change. Don't blame yourself." You told him softly.

Yongguk shook his head. "This is my fault. I-If I just took care of you, and loved you like a husband should. We wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't have been kidnapped. We could've been happy." He said as tears started to form in his eyes.

You wiped his tears. Giving him a smile you cupped his cheeks. "Once again Yongguk you can't blame yourself for how you feel. You don't love me, a-and that's okay. I've come to terms with that." You told him as tears came to your eyes.

You quickly wiped your eyes. "If you're worried about my feelings Guk, don't. I'll be okay." You looked into his eyes. "I always am."

Yongguk took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you tightly. He started crying silently.

You froze not knowing how to react to this. You slowly brought your arms up and wrapped them around Yongguk, hugging him back tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. You're my best friend. We've been friends since we were kids. I do love you." He told you.

You laughed lightly. "Not the way I love you though." You whispered as you slowly pulled away from him.

You wiped your eyes once again and looked up at him.

"Please Yongguk don't make this any harder than it is for me." You told him.

Yongguk frowned and nodded slowly. "I-I'm sorry." Yongguk said softly.

You took in a deep breath. "I should go. It's time for me to go."

You turned around and went to grab your things. You felt a hand on your wrist.

"Can't you stay? Please?" Yongguk asked softly.

You shook your head. "We both know the answer to that Yongguk. I can't stay. It'll be to hard. For both of us. You'll harber so much guilt towards me for not feeling the same. And I'll have a harder time moving on than I already am."

Yongguk looked down and slowly let go of your wrist.

You gave him a small smile and grabbed your bag. You walked towards the bedroom door.

As you got to the door you reached for the handle. You turned around one last time.

"I really hope you find the one for you Guk. Please don't force yourself into some unhappy marriage like you did with me. Find the one. Be happy. Okay?" You told him. "Goodbye Guk. Please take care of yourself."

As you left Yongguk stared at the door as it closed. More tears fell down his face. I did find the one for me. It just took me forever to realize it, and now she just walked out of my life forever." He said outloud.

You walked down the hallway and wiped your eyes but the tears wouldn't stop falling.

You quickly got out of his house and to your car.

You let out a strangled cry and covered your face with your hands as you cried.

After a couple minutes your crying slowed down. You looked up at his house once again.

You did forgive Yongguk, but you couldn't go back to pretending that your marriage was the happiest thing in the world when it wasn't.

You had to let him go. You had to let each other go maybe then the both of you could find happiness in your lives. Maybe the both of you could stop pretending to be happy.

The thing was though in those years you were married to Yongguk you were happy. Yes it hurt you to see him with other girls and it hurt you that he didn't feel the same about you as you did him. But just being with him made you happy.

You didn't know if you were ever going to be happy again, but one thing you did know was the time you spent with Yongguk, overall made you happy.

You smiled at this realization. Maybe your unhappy marriage wasn't that unhappy after all.

If you guys want me to make an alternate ending with a happy ending I can do that! I’d just want to know if anyone would actually read it lol thank you for reading! <33

[rose-likesto-write]

The guy in black outfit...

Member:- B.A.P Yongguk x fem reader

Genre:- Fluff, humour, angst

AU!:- Neighborhood au ?

Summary:- There is this peculiar guy who shifted into your neighborhood. He loves to wear black considering his daily walk and workout outfits? But, what took your attention and interest his his reaction and the mood you observed whenever you went out with your friend. The same time, the same location. Eye contacts exchanged but what will happen when you start liking him even if you don't wanna accept it...

Tagged:- @chicken-fifi @multidreams-and-desires and anyone who wants to get tagged

[smuttyfairy]

Hey guys, I'm not too sure if i read it here or aff (Asian fanfic) but it was fic about Bang Yongguk! He was a underground Dj and his girlfriend has always been by his side and supported him. One day he was recognized and his big. He got cocky and let it get to his head. They broke up And He eventually hit rock bottom. She ended up giving him a place to live and he got back on his feet. That all I can remember aside from it being chapter. Thanks guys 💋💋💋

anyone know this?