#yoongi blurb

[7ndipity]

Sweet Morning

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil thing about Yoongi looking after his S/o when they wake up sore after a particularly intense night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing, mentions of bruises, bathing? not proofread

A/N: I’m back! Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I decided to stick with Yoongi for this one, but if you’d like similar blurbs for the other members, let me know! This turned out a lot softer(and longer) than I planned, but I couldn’t help it, I love sweet caregiver Yoongi 🥺(also, I wrote part of this at like 4am, so I’m sorry if it’s eh)

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At first, you thought the late morning sunlight was what woke you, managing to shine through a gap in the curtains directly in your face and pulling you from the cozy cocoon of sleep. The shifting weight of the bed behind you though proved otherwise, a sleepy grin spreading across your face as you felt a familiar pair of arms slip around your middle, a set of warm lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your bare shoulder.

“Morning.” Yoongi rasped, his voice somehow even deeper first thing in the morning.

You hummed contentedly, memories of the night before flickering back through your mind as you stretched.

Yoongi’s lips somehow never leaving yours for more than a moment as you’d fumbled through the front door and to the bedroom, clothes hastily discarded in your wake, tasting the whiskey he’d drank at dinner on his tongue. Falling back on the bed with him, desperation making each touch somehow feel a thousand times more potent, swallowing each other's moans as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure til you were both too exhausted to continue, falling asleep still clinging to one another.

Yoongi’s feather light touches pulled you back to the present, in stark contrast to the night before as his lips drifted up the side of your neck.

"What time is it?" You asked sleepily.

“Late, but I have the day off.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the faint purple mark that was forming just below your ear. “What do you want to do today?”

“I think this is pretty good,” You replied happily, rolling over to face him, but pausing midway as you winced, hissing slightly at the pain in your lower half.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m just a little sore from last night.” You said easily, trying to pull him in to connect your lips, but he pulled back, looking down at you with growing alarm.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified.

“What? No, Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly tried to convince him, but he sat up, gently tugging the blankets away from your body.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

Your skin was littered with hickeys and marks from him, some faint and barely discernible, others blooming in deep shades of red and purple.

He didn’t remember leaving so many marks, but when he was with you, it was like his brain shut off. All he could remember was the taste of your skin and all the sweet noises you made every time he’d dragged his teeth across your flesh.

His frown deepened as his eyes landed on the marks that decorated your hips and thighs, faint imprints of his fingers evidence of his vice-like grip on you from the night before.

He traced a finger over the marks, causing you to wince slightly, shivering from sensitivity. His attention snapped back to your face.

“Fuck.” He repeated, looking at you sadly. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yoongi, I’m okay, really.” You tried to reassure him, trying not to grimace as you sat up, but he just shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He said.

“I wanted you to be rough.” You reminded him, catching hold of his hands to pull him closer. “Did you once hear me complain last night?”

He shook his head again.

“Exactly, because there was no reason to. Everything about last night was amazing.” You said, caressing his face gently. “You made me feel so good, you always make me feel so good."

He smiled faintly in spite of himself, leaning into you instinctively as you kissed him, his lips dropping back into a frown as he felt you wince again as you tried to press closer to him.

He pulled away, looking at you softly.

“Wait here.” He said, climbing off the bed.

You did as he asked, sinking back into the covers as your eyes drifted closed.

You couldn’t lie, as much as you might have enjoyed the night before, you were beyond tired, your whole body feeling heavy and achy.

You had nearly fallen back to sleep before Yoongi returned, smiling down at your sleepy form for a moment before rousing you gently.

“Come on.” He said, tugging you up from the bed.

He helped you up slowly, wrapping an arm around your waist for support as he guided you to the bathroom, the scent of lavender enveloping you as you stepped through the door.

He’d prepared the bath just the way you liked, even setting a few of your favorite bath bombs out for you to choose from, as well as lighting a few of your favorite candles to further set the mood.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking at him in surprise.

He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on helping you slide in, smiling at the way your eyes fell shut as you sank into the warm water.

“Feel alright?” He finally spoke.

“Mmm.” You hummed, looking up at him expectantly. “Aren’t you getting in too?”

“I can, if you want me to.” He said uncertainly.

“I want you to.” You said, shifting forward to give him enough space to sit behind you.

He slipped in quickly, letting you lay back against him as he grabbed a cloth and started to wash you.

Normally, you’d argue a bit with him, just for the hell of it, saying something about how you were perfectly capable of washing yourself, but you let it go this time, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked after a bit.

“Mhm,” You practically purred. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?” You glanced up at him quizzically.

He shrugged. “Letting me have you.”

You grinned.

“You know, you didn’t make it out of last night unscathed either.” You said, poking a mark on his neck, making him wince slightly.

“At least I can still walk though.” He said pointedly.

“I can walk!” You argued.

“Like a penguin.” He smirked.

“Yah!” You splashed him, making him laugh. “I thought you were being nice to me?!”

“I’m just trying to keep things balanced.” He said, kissing your temple. “I can’t spoil you too much.”

You pouted, making him chuckle.

“I love you.” he said, pecking your cheek.

“Love you too.”

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[taetaespeaches]

“Are you really not going to complain even once?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a little handyman Min helping reader/Kid with some simple home improvement projects. He’s super sweet and adorable about it and she’s annoying but he’s endeared. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. Happy birthday to our favorite honey boy! It’s Yoongi day!!! 

Observing your boyfriend from the bathroom doorway, you smirked at the little grunts that echoed through the room. Every twist of his wrench was accompanied by a low grumble from Yoongi’s throat. If he wasn’t fixing your sink out of the goodness of his heart, his undying love for you, and your complete inability to do it yourself, you’d tease him for being a grandpa.

When he arrived at your apartment fifteen minutes earlier, you had ambushed him with the home improvement project. He left a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered your living room, immediately pulling his eyebrows together when you flashed him a pout. “What?”

“My bathroom sink is leaking,” you sighed.

The man glanced toward the bathroom in thought, a small pout taking over his own mouth. It just naturally did that. “Are the tools I left for you still in the hall closet?”

“If that’s where you left them,” you smirked, drawing your boyfriend’s attention back to you. He gave you a gummy smile and a slight shoulder shake as he laughed silently.

“You mean you haven’t touched them?” He asked, widening his eyes in feigned shock.

“Oh sure I have, I’m always fixing things around here,” you joked, nodding your head in exaggeration. “The… fridge,” you started listing, nearly laughing at the way Yoongi’s jaw dropped open slightly as he played along. “The window-”

“The window?” He asked in surprise and amusement.

“The…” you glanced down at the hardwood, “floorboards.”

“Wow, now that’s impressive,” he teased you, already leaving you to go get the tools you definitely had not touched since he brought them over with the justification of, just in case you need them.

“I know it is!” You shouted down the hall at him.

“You just didn’t fix the sink,” he pointed out, looking back toward the living room at you to find you standing with a stumped smirk. “Too busy patching up the floorboards.”

“I had to leave something for you,” you shrugged. “I’m charitable.”

Nodding and chuckling at you, he raised the tools so you could see them. “They’re dusty, by the way,” he noted, teasing you further. “Thanks for leaving the sink, you know how I love a plumbing project.” The sarcasm was thick but so was the fondness as he spoke.

“I know you do, I know this about you,” you continued joking as he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you smiling like an idiot as your chest felt warm with affection.

Now, here you were watching him finish up the task you stuck him with, still cozy with that same sweet affection. “I should have made you cookies or something,” you suddenly realized. “Or some fresh squeezed lemonade,” you added with a saccharine and very bad southern accent. Yoongi looked up at you with a small smile, shaking his head at your antics.

“You mean to tell me there are no cookies?” He teased, making you frown playfully in response. With a huff, he dropped the wrench to the floor and leaned back on his hands, pretending to go on strike. “I would quit right now but,” he shrugged, “it’s done.”

“Oh my god, really?” You gasped in excitement at your essentially new sink. Rushing over, you turned it on and peered underneath, your face level with his, as you watched the pipes. “Look at that, not a leak in sight,” you awed, facing Yoongi and smiling at his pretty features as he watched you. “Thank you.”

He simply shrugged, brushing you off. Leaning toward him, you hovered over his lips, watching as Yoongi’s mouth quirked upward slightly, unable to hold the small smile back. He was the one who closed the gap, pushing himself forward just enough to catch your lips in a sweet kiss, your hand meeting the side of his face as you brushed his hair behind his ear and your lips continued to move against his appreciatively.

When you pulled away, the man’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, his eyelashes looking long and delicate, and so very pretty.

“Would you mind doing one more thing for me?” You asked tentatively, a guilty grin on your face. He gave you a soft close-mouthed smile with a single nod, letting you know it was no big deal. “My towel rack keeps falling off every time I pull the towel off.”

“The screw probably just needs to be tightened,” he guessed, his voice turning into a bit of a grunt as he lifted his body off the ground. Again, you thought about teasing him for his old man antics, but thought better of it.

He tugged on the pole, the bar coming off in his hand, making another adorable pout fall on his lips. So cute, you thought. Pushing the towel rack back onto its hinges, he sat underneath it and turned his screwdriver into- something- a few times. The whole thing took him about thirty seconds, and when he tugged on the rack again, it stayed attached to the wall.

“That’s it?” You asked in surprise, Yoongi flashing you a gummy smile.

“I’m just a pro, it would be tougher than that for a less skilled person,” he playfully gloated, making you roll your eyes as you beamed at him.

“Well, Mr. Handyman Min, my shower is also draining really slow,” you challenged him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t have a drain snake,” he suddenly snapped into true handyman mode, looking at the shower thoughtfully. “But I have one at the dorm. Do you have some drano for now? I can bring the drain next time I come over.”

Staring at him in thought as you squinted your eyes, a smile lifted on the man’s mouth. “I don’t know, do I have drano?” You asked, fighting back a giggle at yourself.

“I left some for you,” he nodded down the hallway. “Under the kitchen sink.”

“I knew that,” you quickly recovered, hurrying to the kitchen and opening the cabinet doors to search through the cleaning supplies. The surface cleaners and glass solutions were used often, but anything to do with plumbing was a mystery to you. Finally finding the bottle, you rushed back to the bathroom, holding it up in victory. “I told you I had drano.”

Scoffing at you, he took the bottle from you with a small, “thanks, Kid.”

Once again, the process of using the drano took about thirty seconds, making you feel silly for never trying to fix these before handing the chores off to him. “I would do these things myself if it didn’t take you a total of thirty seconds,” you smiled softly. Yoongi grinned back, shaking his head to brush you off yet again. “Work smarter, not harder,” you added jokingly, earning a chuckle from the man as he nodded in agreement.

Standing up straight and turning to face you, the man stared at you from across the room in anticipation. You stared back, pulling a look of confusion. “What?”

“What’s next?” he shrugged. If he wasn’t Yoongi, you’d think he was being sassy about all the projects. But he was Yoongi, and you knew he was just genuinely asking if there was anything else he could do for you. He loved this shit. He loved being able to take care of you through these small acts of service. And therein was the true reason you never looked into tightening the towel rack yourself. Why would you want to rob him of the opportunity to look after you? And why would you want to rob yourself of the privilege of being looked after by him? You loved this shit too. And when he would eventually come over with a drain snake in hand, you’d greet him with a batch of cookies, just to further the bit, but also to say thank you.

“My closet door is squeaky,” you told him, feeling your chest warm up once again as he started toward your bedroom. As he walked by you, he stalled, holding out the bottle of drano.

“Can you put this back for me, Kid?” He asked, a gummy smile planted on his face as you nodded.

“Of course, Handyman Min,” you teased, taking the bottle. Before he walked away, however, he pressed his lips against your forehead gently, the touch lingering as he took his time. Your eyes fell closed at the touch, appreciating the feeling of his affection. When he pulled away, his body was shuffling down the hallway to your bedroom before you even opened your eyes.

Glancing after him, you watched as he disappeared into the room, and only then did you realize you were hugging the bottle of drano against your chest like a lovestruck idiot. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you dropped the product to your side and trudged toward the kitchen, however, stopping yourself when you got to the bedroom.

Leaning against your door frame, you watched as he inspected the door, opening and closing it to figure out where the squeaks were coming from. “Are you really not going to complain even once?” You suddenly questioned him, Yoongi’s attention snapping towards you. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly ajar as he waited for you to elaborate.

“What’s there to complain about?” He simply asked in response, making you smile at him from across the room as you shook your head.

“Yoongi,” you said, as though the answer was obvious. Because it was. He had been stuck with household projects since he arrived at your place.

“The better question is, why haven’t you called me a grandpa even once?” He countered, a gummy smile curving on his lips as your grin widened into an amused beam.

“I held myself back!” You informed him. “I didn’t want to insult you as you were saving me and my entire apartment.”

“You’re so dramatic,” he spoke quietly through a breathy clicky chuckle. “I made my last grunt intentional just for you.”

Gasping, you then tsked at him, shaking your head. “You’re such a tease.” His shoulders shook in silent laughter as he looked back at the door and opened it a bit wider to hear the squeak one more time. “Do you really not mind all this?”

“What?” He asked, looking at you in genuine confusion for a moment. You nodded at the door and held up the bottle of drano to emphasize the meaning of your question. “No,” he shook his head, the answer simple and sincere. “It’s no big deal.”

“Ok,” you spoke quietly through a small smitten smile, nodding your head. “Good, because let’s be honest,” you started, Yoongi’s eyebrows lifting in curiosity and anticipation for a sassy or ridiculous comment. “I’m doing most of the work.” Yoongi’s eyebrows lifted even higher as he waited for your explanation. “Supervising is so hard,” you playfully whined, Yoongi instantly chuckling at you.

“It is, I believe you,” he flashed a feigned pout at you. Smiling at him, he returned the expression, a genuine moment of gratitude and care passing between the both of you. “My hardworking girl,” he whispered, breaking eye contact for a moment as he looked to the ground shyly, still wearing that smitten adoring gummy grin.

[honeytae]

lavender haze

“lavender haze means the 'all-encompassing love glow.'”

yoongi x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 300+

a/n: i miss + love you guys!!!

looking out over the colorful city of seoul, you inhale the familiar earthy scents of october, leaning to the left to properly nuzzle your cheek into the warm fuzz of yoongi’s sweater.

gradually, summer has faded into fall, and the reintroduction of cold mornings is something you are still grappling with.

but life has been slower lately — more peaceful. your boyfriend has made it part of your routine to meet on the balcony in the late afternoon, when your respective work days are finished and the last of the sun is washing over your patio space.

“it’s getting colder,” he muses with a purse of his lips, tilting his head back to feel the last of the sun’s heat for the day.

you feel an immense amount of emotions as you glance over to the vision of him. your yoongi. soft skin glowing in the light, long sections of dark hair swept over his cheeks and pushed behind his ears, pink pout lifted in a content grin.

in his left hand he swirls a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking together being just one of the minimal sounds muffled by the bustling city below you.

his right hand is occupied playing with your fingers, tracing his pointer finger around your ring finger, eyes remaining shut.

“i wanna marry you in the fall,” yoongi seems to think out loud, his murmured words inciting a swell of warmth to your chest.

you sat for a moment in silence, wondering what you did to deserve such a gentle person in your life. he was soft in every action — every word spoken to you held tenderness and care.

scooting over in your chair, you wrap your arms around his neck, leaving a peck against the corner of his mouth.

you grin as he turns his head so that his lips can touch yours properly, pressing one, two, three smooches before leaning your forehead against his temple.

“hm,” you exhale, “what if i wanted to be a june bride?” you tease, giggling when you see the corner of his lips break into teeth-baring grin.

[holdinbacksecrets]

hi saraya, i hope your beautiful soul is doing well and you’re finding all the love that your heart desires/deserves 💕

if it’s not too late for requests could you possibly do a blurb or boyfriend things specifically with namjoon, yoongi and jungkook based on the song focus by her? maybe something along the lines of the guys being so busy preparing for their comeback and reader understands, but just feels a little neglected? lol i think we all feel that way right now since there’s radio silence from the guys! something big must be happening :)

anyways thank you so much! grateful for your blog for always making my heart flutter.

hi 🥺 oml thank you :( you're so sweet😭🤍💌

thank you for requesting, and i hope you enjoy it! *suggestive*

namjoon: you didn’t know he’s been home at all, not last night or the one before. but there are leftovers of his presence. there are fewer tea bags in the jar beside the microwave. there’s a book on the kitchen table and his glasses beside their case. his cologne lingers in the air as you wake to the sound of the front door closing. you want to believe he kissed your forehead and whispered an i love you before leaving again. why must it be the exciting times that leave you lonely? 

yoongi: there’s sunshine outside your bedroom window. have you noticed the way it warms your bare skin, naked beneath white sheets? he left early again. let his side of the mattress cool, but the sun still does its best to keep it all nice and cozy for you. you nearly smile at the thought of relying on the sun more than your boyfriend. ‘when will you be home? i have something to show you?’ you and i together is what you’ll see

jungkook: you made his favorite for dinner, knowing he wouldn’t be back in time to eat with you. you covered the plate and placed it on the top shelf where he’ll see it and the note you left like a side dish. of feelings. of your wanting him. so he wakes you up once he’s home. he opened the refrigerator before checking in on you, but your shared words distracted him from hunger. he kisses your cheek and coaxes you from the opening scene of some confusing dream. you’re far more confused by the sight of him in front of you. “is everything ok?” he apologizes and kisses your mouth. he kisses the hell out of you. he kisses away your missing until he meets the yearning, and the desire and caresses it sweetly, lovingly

[19minutesofsunset]

notes you'd leave under his pillow // min yoongi #1

Thank you for showing me that the darkness is bearable. For teaching me I could do something with it. Thank you for not shying away, for letting me dip my toes in the dark waters, for not being scared of my touch. Remember when you told me you didn't want to cast your shadow on me? I don't think I've ever felt safer than under the warm embrace of your lovely shadow.

[stylesluxx]

your sibling is a fan — bts

[warnings: in jk’s the reader’s parents are against tattoos but aren’t mean]

summary: in which your sibling is a fan | requested!

word count: 2,333

main masterlist | bts reactions masterlist

kim seokjin

"Don't be nervous; my parents are super nice and my brother is a dork. He'll probably embarrass himself before you embarrass yourself," You smiled, trying to cheer up your anxiety-ridden boyfriend.

"Y/N, really?" He whined and dragged a hand down his face causing you to giggle.

"I'm just kidding handsome. But seriously, he's such a dork."

You use the key you kept after moving out to let the two of you into your family home, immediately greeted by the smell of food and your dad asking if that was you.

"Yeah, it's me and Jin, Dad," You answered as you slipped off your shoes by the door and put on some slippers. "Look they even bought you a pair," You whispered to Jin as you pointed them out.

His ears turned red, making you giggle again and rub his arm.

"Perfect timing, we just finished the food," Your mom greeted you happily as she walked into the living room.

"Mom, this is Seokjin, my boyfriend. Jin, this is my mom," You introduced the two with a big smile. "Oh, and this is my dad," You added as he entered the room.

"It's nice to meet you both; Y/N talks about you every day," Jin speaks up softly while shaking both of their hands one at a time.

"The feeling is mutual, Seokjin. Our Y/N talks about you with great reverence."

"Oh, you guys can just call me Jin."

"Big word, Mom," You teased at the same time as Jin.

She playfully rolled her eyes at you. "Go upstairs and get your brother. Jin, come sit at the table."

Jin looked back down at you but your parents had already walked into the dining room. You gently pushed him in their direction and went upstairs to get your baby brother.

You knocked on his door and waited for a response before opening. "Hey, Kid."

"Hey, is your 'date' here?"

"Yeah but why the quotes around 'date?'"

"Because you and I both know... you can't get a date."

"Yeah, well, put some deodorant on before you come downstairs to meet him."

"I'm sure your invisible boyfriend will be okay with some manly stench," He said as he rolled off the bed and led you out of his room.

"You're 14, what part of you is manly?"

"My skincare idol!" Your brother gasped as he walked into the dining room.

"Huh?"

Your brother turned back around to face you. "How much did you pay to get him to come here tonight? Did you sell the house? Are we homeless?"

"What are you talking about, Kid?"

"That's Kim Seokjin-"

"He prefers just Jin."

"There's no way you're dating him."

"I am though, so if you'll excuse me-"

"No, there's no way I'm not sitting next to him."

Your brother quickly walked back into the dining room and you could hear him apologizing for his behavior and introducing himself.

You followed behind him with a confused look on your face, one that your parents matched from their seats at the heads of the table.

"So, where do you know him from?" Your dad asked your brother.

"I researched his skincare routine. His nickname is literally 'Worldwide Handsome.' How do you think I have the perfect skin?"

Jin chuckled shyly as his ears turned red again, clearly not wanting your parents to find out about his nickname (at least during the first meeting).

"Ah, don't be embarrassed Jin," Your mom quickly chimed in.

You smirked, knowing just how you could get back at your little brother for all his trash talk and doubt.

"Yeah Jin, at least you wore deodorant today. The kid didn't."

min yoongi

"So, when's this guy supposed to be here? He's late," Your older brother asked, clearly unimpressed.

"He's actually not late. Dinner starts at 7:00, it's 6:00."

You changed the channel on the tv, not caring that his favorite show was on.

"You're annoying."

"You're irritating."

"Aggravating."

"Irksome."

"Who even says that? Your loser boyfriend some word genius and teaches you new words?" Your brother scoffed and snatched the remote out of your lap.

You turned to look at him with a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, actually."

Yoongi rings the bell as you're setting the table with your parents, who have already met Yoongi. Your mom is humming excitedly at seeing him again; she's happy your dad can finally talk about basketball with someone other than her. She does love Yoongi, but your father's rambling is just... a lot.

"Y/N why is Agust D at our door?"

You dropped everything and practically ran to the door to greet your boyfriend.

"Hi Yoongs," You hummed in his ear as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"What in the world is happening?" You could hear your brother mumble behind you.

"Hi Pretty," Yoongi chuckled at your excitement. "How are you? How was your day?"

"It was good, just missed you a lot," You sighed as you pulled away from him.

"Enough hogging, let us hug him too!" Your mom teased making the two of you laugh.

Once you reluctantly stepped away from Yoongi, your mom pulled him into a hug, and then your dad, both expressing how happy they were to see him again.

"So, you didn't tell me you were dating a rapper. My favorite rapper at that," Your brother mumbled to you.

"Didn't think it was important and I also didn't know," You shrugged.

"You're kinda... goated for bringing Agust D home," He said and pat you on the head.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Yoongi, you have a fan."

jung hoseok

"Can you try to eat more of your vegetables please?" Your mom asked your little sister.

"Mom, you kinda just have to let me do my thing. I'm not a kid anymore," Your little sister huffed.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth to cover your laughter. "Babe, you're 10," You reminded her through a snicker.

"But, I deserve some independence! Right? Tell them J-Hope," She tried to argue.

You didn't mean to laugh, it was just so cute. The dark eyeliner and dark clothes to imitate Hobi's Jack in the Box phase but she was just a baby in your eyes; your baby sister that was still in her Hope World phase.

"Babe, you can call him Hobi," You told her softly.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

Hobi nodded and gave her a big smile. "But only if you finish your vegetables," He bargained.

"Deal!"

You placed a hand on his lap and smiled up at him gratefully. "Love you," You mouthed and in return, he leaned down and pecked your temple.

"Well, that settles it," Your dad speaks up. "Welcome to the family, Hobi."

kim namjoon

You're genuinely shocked that your older sister knows who Namjoon is. His music isn't her style and she's so much older than you, so you don't know who introduced her to BTS in general.

"Joon, this is my big sister. This is Namjoon, the guy I'm always talking about." Your arm was wrapped around Namjoon's waist, head against his shoulder as you introduced them.

"Oh, so this is 'Joon,'" Your sister hummed and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you. You're much more handsome in person."

"What?" You blurted out. "I've never shown you pictures of him."

"Girl... this is RM from BTS. I don't live under a rock," She scoffed. "One of my girlfriends on Facebook-"

"Oh, you're so old. Facebook?" You gasped.

"She posted about him and it was love at first sight. Everyone with eyes has a crush on him, come on Y/N. Let's be serious. And he's smart. He'll be good for you."

You let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at your bulky boyfriend to see him smiling confidently. "Um... I see introductions weren't necessary."

"Anyway, Joon, can I call you that?" Your sister ignored you and took his arm to lead him away.

"Sure," He nodded.

"Great, let's talk about some of your greatest lyrics. My personal favorite is..."

park jimin

You two sat in Jimin's car, mentally preparing to go in and meet your family.

It wasn't like your family was embarrassing or they were bad people or anything like that.

"It's just that... she's a hardcore ARMY. Like, decked out in purple, bleeds purple type of thing. So, if she faints, don't freak out," You explained to your boyfriend as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Right," He nodded slowly. "Should I call an ambulance if she faints?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. We have a routine for her fainting episodes. There's nothing wrong with her, by the way, she's just really high-strung. But she's a good kid. You'll love her," You promised and took his hand in yours.

He nodded confidently, looking ready to head in. You leaned in to peck his lips, but a knock at your window, made you jump and turn to look back at the perpetrator.

"Hey Tiny, you scared me," You smiled toothlessly at your little sister.

"Yeah, and the lights on the car are freaking out Dad. When are you coming in?"

"Sorry, we're coming," You apologized and Jimin cleared his throat to let out a quiet apology.

Your sister took a closer look at him, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Please don't faint right now," You mumbled to her.

She cleared her throat and stood up straight. "Me? Faint? Yeah right, Big," She tried to play cool. "But, uh, you didn't tell me that your boyfriend was Jimin."

You side-eyed her, "Uh, yes I did. I told you on FaceTime that I had a boyfriend. You asked what his name was. I said 'Jimin' and then you laughed in my face and hung up on me."

She let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of her neck. "Right, well... we're waiting for you."

The two of you in the car, watched your sister scurry off into the house. It was at this moment you could see she had purple highlights in her hair and she was wearing Shooky slippers, making you facepalm and let out a sigh.

"Well, she didn't faint," Jimin spoke up and rubbed your arm.

"Let's not hold our breath on that."

kim taehyung

Between Taehyung and your family, you were jazzed out.

Your parents grew up listening to jazz music so it's always been a big part of your life and love it. Your sister even became a jazz singer.

Jazz isn't as popular as other genres but she's one of the most notable figures of her genre.

And Taehyung? Taehyung plays her all of the time. Ever since you told him you were sisters, he's been pushing to meet your family (more than he already had been).

You're pretty sure he heard the music playing from the driveway, that's how loud the music was.

Your dad claims "Jazz always sets the proper tone." And maybe he was right because Taehyung was all smiles when he walked into the house.

He wasn't his normal shy self as you introduced him to everyone. Especially not with your sister; they got along swimmingly.

"I'm such a huge fan, you have no idea. I've been wanting you meet you for a long time, all of you guys," Taehyung spoke earnestly, hand over his heart.

"The feeling is more than mutual. Y/N tells us that you love jazz," Your sister smiles warmly. "I'm a big fan as well. I've recorded some covers of your songs but I haven't released them."

"That means so much to me," Taehyung smiles, somehow, even bigger than before.

You swoon quietly at the interaction, happy that everyone's being kind and warm. It's so sweet, you kind of don't mind the loud jazz music playing anymore.

You watch them interact, swap the numbers of their managers and go on and on about their love for music.

"He's a keeper Y/N," Your sister winks at you.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be hyping me up but okay."

jeon jungkook

"Woah, who's the dude at the dinner table?" Your sister asked as she walked in.

"You're late," Your dad stated briskly.

"Sorry," She mumbled sheepishly and sat across from you. "Hey, Sissy. Who's the guy?"

"You know he can hear you?" You chuckled.

"Wassup?" She nodded.

"I'm Jungkook, Y/N's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you, finally," Jungkook smiles at your sister.

"I'm sure you know my name. Y/N likes to act like I'm her kid but we're Irish twins. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. I like your music by the way."

"Thank you."

Dinner was going well until your sister rolled up her sleeves, revealing a new tattoo.

"Oops," She mumbled.

"I thought we said no more tattoos," Your mom sighed, making you wince and put your head in your hands.

Your parents weren't the biggest fans of tattoos, they just didn't understand why someone would permanently mark their body. But your sister was rebellious. Well, you wouldn't even say that, she just did what she wanted.

"Well, I thought you meant no more tattoos as long as I lived here. That's why I moved out," She shrugged.

"I can't believe-"

"How many tattoos do you have?" Jungkook asked, cutting your dad's complaint off, causing you to look up from your hands.

"Oh, well, I honestly plan on having a sleeve. So, one piece but I've had five sessions," Your sister says sheepishly, looking down at her dinner plate.

"Cool. I have a sleeve. I can show you later if you'd like?" Jungkook offered and you looked over at your sister.

Her face lit up like a little kid getting ice cream and your face started to mirror hers.

"Yeah definitely. That'd be so cool," She nodded.

"We can go to our apartment then," You suggested, trying to respect your parents.

Once the situation fizzled out, you turned and pecked Jungkook's arm, making him look down at you puzzled.

"You're the best. She's probably your biggest fan now. After me, of course."

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[mintelepathy]

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyway”

brother's best friend jungkook

genre: fluff and some sexual tension from jungkook riding a motorcycle

word count: 1.2k

summary: a night out with your friends goes wrong and your brother's bestfriend ends up giving you a ride on his motorcycle

part 2

mlist

Come to the party, it'll be fun, your best friend said almost three hours ago. Maybe that could have been the case if it wasn't for the fact that you lost said friend the second you went through the door, were left alone for thirty minutes until the police showed up, so now you were trying to run away and hide from the authorities because the last thing you need right now is being taken to the police station.

To make things worse, you had no idea where you were, there is no sight of anyone who can give you a ride. It seems like everyone else just vanished, and your phone is nowhere to be found, just great.

You have been walking for about ten minutes when you heard someone with a motorbike approaching and slowing down to keep your pace at a safe distance.

“Hey _!” someone shouted your name and you turned your head to the familiar voice at your side.

“Jungkook?” you asked confused because you couldn’t see him well with the helmet on.

He made his way towards you, stopped in front of your now stilled body, took off his helmet, and yes, there he was.

Jungkook is no stranger to you, but you wouldn’t consider him a close friend either, he is your brother’s best friend so you are used to seeing him at your brother’s when you go visit him, which is quite often since you have a loving sister and older brother’s relationship with him. You two were inseparable as kids but then years passed, and you moved to Seattle for your studies while he stayed in Preston, where you grew up.

But back to Jungkook, you can’t deny the man’s beauty, you may even admit you had a little crush on him when you met him four years ago, but then you realized you had zero chance when your brother mentioned that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend you never met though.

As far as you knew Jungkook was still living in Preston too, so what was he doing there?

“The one and only,” he said as he gave you one of his close-mouthed smiles. Damn, how can someone be so hot and cute at the same time? Ok, shut up conscience.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him as you smile at him too, seems like it is contagious.

“I live here” he might have noticed the confusion on your face because then he added, “We are in Preston _”

“No way! seriously?” you asked him while moving your head like crazy trying to understand why you didn’t find the place familiar since you grew up there, “Well, that explains why it took us a while to get here, I swear I’m not drunk I just didn’t pay attention in our way here”

“Believe me, I know you are not drunk” he let out a cute chuckle, “come here, let’s get out of here” he said as he motioned you to get behind him on the motorbike.

You doubted for a second because you had so many questions, but it was a late and cold night, and honestly, you wouldn’t mind the company and the free ride.

“Put this on, you’ll need it” he said as he took off his jacket and handed it to you, “this too” then he handed his helmet.

“Oh no, you need it” he had already given you his jacket and now he wants to give you the only helmet he has, maybe it is the bare minimum but these little details really warm your heart.

“Just take it, please” the expression on his face said it all, there was no way he would let you go on a ride without the helmet, so it was useless to fight him.

You put the helmet on, and tried to clip it but you just couldn’t.

You were just embarrassing yourself at this point.

“Let me” he gently moved your hair out of the way and helped you.

For some reason, you couldn’t take your eyes off his face while he clipped the helmet for you. Ok, you admit it, maybe you still have a little crush on him, “Ready, hop on now and hold on tight” He didn’t have to ask you twice, you would do anything the man said, if something was sure it was that you could trust a hundred percent in him.

You hopped on the motorbike, and hold him hesitantly by the waist. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed your hands and place them well around his waist, your torso completely pressed to his back.

Your heart might have just jumped a little.

“Don’t let go, ok?” you just nodded.

He turned the engine on and started riding. You had no idea where he was going but you couldn’t care less.

It was your first time on a motorbike and you would have never thought how much you’ll love the feeling of being in one, twenty-five minutes passed, maybe thirty, you had no idea, but you didn’t want him to stop. The cold air hitting your body had never felt better.

You noticed where you were once you felt him slow down, you were in Seattle.

Jungkook had just ridden all the way just to bring you home.

“I’m gonna need you to be my GPS now _” he said as he placed one of his hands on top of yours, “your hands are freezing”  

“I don’t really feel them so it’s okay” you joked and you felt his torso move as he laughed, keeping his hand there and just removing it when necessary.

You guided him to your apartment and arrived in five minutes. You still couldn’t believe he had just brought you home from Preston.

He stopped the motorbike and you both hopped off carefully.

He gestured for you to get closer and help you again with the helmet.

“This is insane, you just wasted like forty minutes of your time just to bring me home, I don’t even know what time is it, probably really late, so thank you” you gave him a quick hug, “Oh take this”

He stopped you the moment you started taking his jacket off, “Keep it, it looks better on you anyway”

What’s that sudden heat in your cheeks? Were you blushing? Oh please, no.

You gave a few steps back as you bite your lip unconsciously.

“So, do you have to go anywhere else now?” you asked him, not wanting him to leave.

“Nowhere specifically, probably find a gas station first if I’ll go back home” you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous? you asked yourself.

You can’t believe you are about to ask him these, geez he has a girlfriend, you and your impulsive thoughts, “Do you- Do you want to stay the night? It’s late and you are probably tired, it was a long ride and it’s cold. We could drink some hot coffee if you want”

Oh no, you didn’t like that look on his face.

Jungkook hesitated for a second, not because he didn’t want to stay, but because he remembered a little detail, he likes you, and you are his best friend’s sister, what would he think if he knew that he spent the night with you?

He noticed the worry on your face and before you could say anything he thought fuck it, “Yeah, sure, if you don’t mind”

If he only knew…

♡

I'm thinking of making a second part for this so let me know what you think yay (and if you want to be tagged)

Ooookkk, it's been so long since I logged in on this account and I'm back, I realized today how much I missed it so you'll probably see me posting more often😊

A like or reblog is always appreciated<3

[justawritterwithideas]

"Damn, he's so cute." | s.r

summary: Spencer returns home and the last thing he expects to hear is that his partner is fangirling about someone else besides him.

warnings: spencer jealous by min yoongi, so it is a jealous!spencer x army!reader, for my dear armys.

based on this tiktok, because shit, he's attractive.

words: 812 words.

a/n: Here is a little blurb improvised after watching a video of Min Yoongi, I hope you like it. Also, during the weekend I will be uploading the requests that have been asking me, I promise to upload them. Thanks for all the support, and soon I will be uploading chapter 2 of "Boy Wonder and the Rockstar".

One of Spencer's problems with being a technophobe was not keeping up with pop culture, so knowing the latest gossip or what was trending that day was not his forte.

Unlike Penelope, who was the encyclopedia of pop culture. Any kind of question or news you had about what happened to a certain celebrity over the weekend, she'd fill you in no problem.

So, when Spencer started dating you, he was constantly asking Penelope about what was going on in the pop world and coming home to talk about it. That way, Spencer could be listening to you fascinated about what you thought about anything and be fed with new information.

But one day, as he was coming home from a meeting to his shared apartment from a meeting, he could hear a comment from his room.

"Good Lord, how can he be so attractive?"

Spencer's brain stopped working for a couple of seconds.

Who was attractive?

Who did you find attractive?

Maybe you meant him.

He used to be very cocky about his looks ever since he started dating you, because of the constant compliments you gave him. Plus, he knew deep down inside that comment to someone else.

"Damn, he's so cute."

Who the fuck was that person?

The door to the room slowly opened, revealing your back silhouette as you watched something on your phone. A flirtatious smile left your lips, managing to fuel your boyfriend's jealousy even more.

"Hey, beautiful."

You turned around, blocking the screen of your phone and put it aside to hug your newly arrived boyfriend by the neck.

"My love, how did it go? I was already starting to miss you."

A sarcastic chuckle came out of Spencer's mouth, leaving an annoyed smile to settle on his lips. Your face made a slightly confused grimace, looking at your boyfriend blankly.

"Is something wrong, Spence?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

You gently pulled away from him, looking at him with some confusion in that minute. You bit your lip, noticing how suddenly his face looked serious with a hint of annoyance.

"I don't really know, nothing's wrong." You followed the man's gaze, noticing how he stopped on your phone and blurted out with some momentum.

"Who were you just talking about?"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"Who do you find so attractive and cute? Huh?" your eyes scanned Spencer, causing you to let out a chuckle, fixating on that adorable bout of jealousy.

"Are you jealous, Spencer?"

"Tell me, who is it?"

You could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't for jokes, so you decided to give him the answer he so desperately craved.

Your feet went to your phone, which you unlocked and showed him.

In the video, there was a famous Korean singer named "SUGA" or "AGUST D", who had been recorded by a fan taking off gloves and then doing his hair back, which to you was quite an attractive action, but to Spencer it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Him I find attractive. He's from the Korean group I was telling you about the other day, BTS, remember them?"

Spencer's eyes went from your phone screen to your face, feeling embarrassment take over his face. He was jealous of some pixels, of a video of a worldwide recognized artist, of some pixels of video.

"Love..." An embarrassed chuckle escaped Spencer's lips. "Sorry, I just heard you so suddenly and, well, I didn't expect to hear that just coming home and fawning over another man, god... How embarrassing."

"Spence, honey, it's okay. It's understandable, it wouldn't be the first thing I'd want to hear either if you just got home, plus it had to be weird that you suddenly put my phone away after saying something so revealing. It's fine." You mentioned laughing, letting your hands go to his neck and caressed the unruly curls brushing your fingers. "But, there is no man more attractive than you, pretty boy. No one is quite like you."

A cocky smile settled on the lips of your partner, who was suddenly kissing your mouth in a deep kiss.

"I'm glad no one has yet taken my spot of being the most attractive man in your life."

"No one could do it, love."

"What about that 'SUGA' guy?"

You paused, making a thoughtful face before you could see the feigned annoyance Spencer had and let out an amused chuckle.

"This is a hard question, I have to think about it more."

"Well this will make you not think about it anymore."

"Spence!"

As soon as you let out the last sentence, Spencer's hands went to your hips and he lifted you up to carry you to your bed, leaving you to prove to yourself that night who was number one on your beauty scale and in your heart.

If you like it, don't forget to like and repost it.

a lot of love, alme. ❀

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

hi lovely i have a request🙂 i was wondering if you could do a forced cockwarming + breeding fic with jack harlow?! i don't have a real plot or anything because i love your writing and ik you'll create something great💕💕💕

“Jack, stop it!” you let out a fit of laughs as your boyfriend was pulling on your shorts trying to get them off. “C’mon baby you said you were ready so let's start now” looking up at him you shake your head no. “I just got off of work and I'm super tired,” you explained with a slight pout on your face. 

He looked at you and noticed your little eyebags and felt a little sympathy for you. So he came up with a proposition  (not really). “Okay how about you just sit on my cock then that way you can go to sleep and I can feel all of you hm?” he questioned and you nodded your head agreeing with him.

Taking off your pants Jack takes his off well. “Lay down baby I wanna cuddle with my girls” you laugh again knowing that he was talking about your boobs. Lay on the bed you open your legs letting him get in between them and  grabbing his cock slowly inching it inside of you. You let out a soft gasp when you feel him in your stomach. 

Then he buries himself inside of you and you have to remind yourself that you're tired before he had him fuck you. A little while after darkness welcomed you as you fell into a deep sleep. 

A sharp wave of pleasure hits you and you are wide awake with Jack pounding into you. “Let me put a baby in right now baby.” He whimpered into your ear. The pleasure was too much. You arched your back hoping he would pull out.  But he didn’t instead he just trapped you under his body making you take what he was giving you. 

Choked sobs you were coming out of your month and Jack attached his lip swallowing all the moans that were coming out of your mouth. You start to clenching around him signaling him that you were going to cum really soon “Fuck ma im going to cum in your pussy, fuck your going to look so fucking hot carry my baby” 

That all you needed to hear before you came squirting all over Jack and your stomach making Jack cum deep into your stomach. “I’m going to stay inside of this sweet pussy to make sure you are full with my baby soon” he said as you passed out with him wiping the hair out of your face and full of him cum <3

This my first blurb of KINKTOBER no one requested for Eddie so he probably isn't getting one. But you guys can request for Joe Goldberg and Austin!Elvis right now. Tomorrow Jacks imagines is going to be posted and then after that it's Eddies imagine and that wraps up the first week of Kinktober.

If you want to request Joe Goldberg and Elvis just inbox, or request me! 

Thank you. Please let me know how I did on this. And thank you to the person who requested this. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it lovely.

[cloudykaii]

ok but imagine how absolutely insane the boys would go if they saw 8th member yn with ANOTHER hickey but this time it was real 😳😳 praying for her rn

You didn’t even notice it this time, it was an accident. Certainly if you had, you would never have just walked into the practice room with it so clearly obvious. Well.. maybe it wasn’t clearly obvious.. since only one of them was on your neck in sight and the top of the other was just peeking out from the neckline of your shirt. You were just looking on your phone when you heard the sigh. “Y/N, sweetheart, please go wash the makeup off, we all know it’s a prank.”

Your head came up and you frowned at Jin. “What are you talking about? I thought we were having practice I didn’t put on any makeup?” You walked over to look in the mirrors anyways, just to check and make sure you weren’t crazy, there was nothing on your face. 

Jungkook just raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that all of that is supposed to be real?”

That just made your frown further. “Okay, I know I’m adorable, but this is really aggressive for complimenting someone and honestly, I’m starting to feel like I’m walking into a trap. What in the world are you talking about?”

Having head enough, Taehyung walked over, licking his finger and rubbing at your neck, making you yelp and smack his arm, jumping away from him. “What are you doing?!” He just frowned before moving closer to try again. 

“It’s not coming off,” he said like he was genuinely confused, and the lack of answers you were getting was starting to make you frustrated, and you smacked his hand again, rubbing your neck. “What? My skin? Yeah, it’s supposed to be there, dipshit! Why are you trying to rub my neck with your sandpaper hands?” You cursed, stepping away from him. 

Yoongi let out a long sigh, and walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the mirror, and then grabbing your chin to make you look there before tapping your neck on your reflection, and your eyes widened when you finally saw the deep purple hickey on your neck. “Has that been there the whole time?” you gasped, turning to him with one hand over your mouth. 

Yoongi scoffed. “Well none of us put it there!”

“I wanna know who did,” Jin called from the corner again, and the room went silent. You chuckled nervously. “What if I told you guys that I was acting this whole time and that this is makeup just with a really good setting spray?”

“You’re not an actress for a reason, sweetheart,” Yoongi smiled, gently pushing you by the shoulder towards the rest of the boys. “Start talking.”

[europheecus]

- Green. 💚

[7ndipity]

“You Broke Me”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just clingy, fluffy Yoongi after Reader comes home after a month-long trip

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Suggestive, Swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I got a little carried away with this one, so it is just nothing but tooth-rotting fluff. I hope you like it!

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You weren’t surprised when Yoongi insisted on picking you up at the airport, even though you told him that he didn’t have to, that you could just get a cab home so he wouldn’t have to risk being spotted, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’d been telling you for days that waiting at home would have driven him crazy and that he wanted to see you as soon as possible.

In previous relationships, Yoongi had never really considered himself to be the needy type, but something about you had changed him drastically in that department. Now, he didn’t care if it made him sound melodramatic, the last three weeks without you while you were overseas visiting family had been absolute hell for Yoongi.

Later, as you walked through the terminal, it was easy for you to spot him. Even with the bucket hat and mask hiding his face, you could’ve recognized him anywhere, eyes scrunching up in a smile as he watched your steps begin to pick up speed until you were practically running to him.

As soon as you were close enough, he pulled you into a crushing hug, an audible sigh leaving him as he hooked his arms tightly around you.

“Hi.” You giggled.

“Hey.” He said, burying his face in your neck.

You let yourself relax into his hold, closing your eyes in contentment. After having gone nearly a month without his touch, the warmth of his body against yours felt like absolute heaven.

Eventually, you started to pull away in order to see his face, but he tightened his grip to keep you where you were instead. “Just a little more.” He muttered.

You chuckled. “Yoongi, people are looking.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He grumbled, squeezing you more to prove his point.

After another long moment, he finally released his hold on you, pulling back just enough to cup your face, his eyes dancing with happiness as they met yours.

“Ready to go home?” He grinned.

“So ready.”

He quickly helped you wrangle all your luggage together before heading to the car, making sure to keep one hand free in order to hold yours as you walked.

On the ride home, you talked about your flight and the trip, his hand never leaving yours for more than a few seconds, letting them rest together on the center console.

Once you got home, he quickly set your bags down by the door before turning and dragging you to the sofa, pulling you down so that you were straddling him.

“What are you doing?!” You squealed.

“Catching up.” He said simply, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I have been neglected for an entire month, it’s a miracle I haven’t shriveled up and died.”

“We talked literally everyday.” You pointed out.

“ ‘s not the same, and you know it.” He groaned, letting his lips drag along your jaw before returning to yours, silencing any further potential argument or teasing.

Although Yoongi was normally quite physically affectionate with you, you weren’t used to Yoongi being this needy and insistent, though you weren’t complaining by any means, following his lead as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, your fingers having slipped into his hair and giving a slight pull, earning a pleased sound from him.

At this moment, however, your stomach decided to announce itself, much to your embarrassment and Yoongi’s amusement, earning you one of his breathy laughs as you separated.

“Have you eaten?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not since this morning.”

“Aish, no wonder your stomach’s complaining.” He said, sitting up more and rummaging for his phone. “Here, I’ll order us some food and then help you unpack.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can do it myself.” You said.

“Humour me, would you?” He frowned at you, making you laugh this time.

The two of you made quick work of unpacking your suitcases, chucking clothes into the wash and putting the rest of your things back into their usual places around the house.

As you were unpacking the last bag, he came over and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as you continued.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, still thrown by his uncharacteristic clinginess.

“Mmm, just missed you.” He mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah?” You said, glancing back at him, biting back a grin as you took in the positively love drunk expression on his face.

“Mhm, so much.” He hummed, burying his face in your neck as he spoke. “Turns out I can’t sleep without you.”

“Oh no.” You cooed, turning around in his hold to cup his face.

“Yep, I think you broke me.” He pouted, making you chuckle.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’ve broke me too. Here.” You held out a dark grey hoodie that had been tucked at the bottom of the case.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for that!” He exclaimed, snatching it and looking at you in disbelief. “You little thief!”

“It smelled like you.” You explained quietly, avoiding his gaze as you felt your face heat up self consciously.

You were expecting one of his usual teasing remarks, what you received instead, however, was him tackling you to the bed, pressing more kisses to your face and neck.

“You’re really fucking cute, you know that?” He said. “I can’t fucking stand it.”

The fact that you had stole one of his hoodies should’ve annoyed him, normally it would’ve, but in the moment all he was thinking was that it showed how you had missed him, and knew that your were going to miss him, making his own longing for you seem justified, even though it didn’t need to be.

“I love you, so much.” He said, slightly out of breath as he stared down at you.

“I love you too.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“Promise you’ll never leave me for that long again?”

“I promise.” You swore, kissing his nose and making him chuckle.

Just then, the doorbell rang, making you both jump slightly in surprise.

“That’s probably the food.” You reminded him.

He let his head droop down against your chest, letting out a low whine. “I wasn’t done yet.”

“We have all night.” You giggled, patting his head gently before nudging him to get up.

You had all the time in the world.

[taetaespeaches]

“Is this your way of calling me boring?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s some kid and honey boy antics for you <3 Kid/reader just spent some time with her family (which is not always the best experience) and she comes home to a loving and calming Min and she’s just happy and appreciative. That’s all this is. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

You stood at the counter, your sweatshirt sleeves pulled up to your elbows as you sliced the mushrooms into segments and thought upon your day. The sun was setting, causing the scene outside the patio doors to glow pink over your black irises. You weren’t a very good gardener but when you forgot to water the plants, Yoongi stepped in with a watering can in hand.

It was a rough day. Not the worst day, not even close, but time spent with your parents was rarely enjoyable even when it was at its best. Trauma passed from generation to generation was always lingering above every interaction. One wrong move would send the built up anger and rage swinging down at your head like the axe of a vindictive killer.  

Glancing around the kitchen, you took in the coziness of the life you had built with your lover. On the far side of the island, pushed aside so Yoongi could have the necessary room to prepare dinner, were the slightly wilting flowers you had brought home for Yoongi a week prior. They were displayed in the vase Yoongi had bought for you two years earlier.

An old tea bag from the night before sat in the little ceramic heart-shaped dish next to the stove. Yoongi had picked up the dish one day, stating it would be “perfect for your tea bags,” as he presented it to you with a shy gummy smile. The tea was a gift from Jungkook, one of the many friends who had become your family since meeting and loving Yoongi.

A few dishes were on the drying rack from when Yoongi washed them while you were visiting your family, all so you would have your favorite mug when you settled down with a cup of tea before bed. The mug was a handmade gift from Hoseok’s girlfriend that she had given you for Christmas one year, and it sat next to the mug you gave Yoongi a while back which read, “To Grandpa, with lots of love”.

A bottle of Pinot Noir sat open on the counter with two partially drunk glasses, because Yoongi knew you’d appreciate a glass when you arrived home.

It dawned on you, though not for the first time, how peaceful it was being loved by Yoongi. What a gift it was to be loved by him. Growing up, there was constant yelling, anger and bitterness lingering on the tips of tongues, slammed cupboards and tasks done out of martyrdom and to have something to hold over another’s head.

With Yoongi, there were just the clean dishes, the thoughtful gifts and moments of devotion and care, the ease of the beautiful mundane. In place of yelling and offenses, there were the sound of the meat sizzling in the pan, the homey thud of his knife against the cutting board with each slice through the peppers, and the low hum of Yoongi singing the song that had been stuck in his head for the past two days. It was Magic by Raveena, which he heard you playing a few nights earlier as you typed on your laptop while sitting on the living room floor. He had been lying across the sofa with Min Holly planted on his chest, the three of you enjoying the peace that being together brought.

Yoongi didn’t always vocalize his opinions on the songs you played, the shows you watched, the books you read, but then you’d hear him humming one of the songs as he busied himself with a task, or you’d find one of the shows in his Netflix queue or the books in his studio sitting next to the sound equipment, a pen placed between the covers so he could make thoughtful annotations. Just like the heart-shaped tea bag dish, signs of his attentiveness would appear in front of your eyes, impossible to miss as long as you were paying attention. Which you always were, always sharing in the thoughtfulness he gave to you, reciprocating with your own gestures and care.  

Glancing at him, you noted the beauty of his side profile. He had the prettiest features, gentleness and ethereality present in the focus he dedicated to the vegetables on the cutting board as he hummed the melody of one of your current favorite songs. Bumping him with your hip, you broke that focus as he looked to you with wide eyes to meet your fond smile.

“Hold me when I’m hurting,” you sang the song, Yoongi’s lips curving into that gummy grin you loved so much. “We’re magic, we’re passionate,” you continued. Yoongi shook his head at you as you giggled.

“Focus,” he nodded at the mushrooms in front of you. “You’ll cut your finger off,” he teased you, taking a playful jab at your poor cooking skills. Your food turned out good, you were just notoriously messy and chaotic while preparing the meals, which Yoongi never let you live down considering he was often the one cleaning up after you.

“You know I actually like cooking now,” you told him, Yoongi pausing for a moment to glance at you. “I know, considering how amazing I am at it, it's quite shocking that I used to hate cooking.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Yoongi smirked at you, amused by your self-praise. “And I know you used to hate cooking, Kid, you used to complain about it all the time.”

“Oh,” you giggled.

“What changed?” He asked, scooping your cutting board off the counter and dumping the sliced mushrooms into a frying pan. Propping your hip against the edge of the countertop, you folded your arms across your body, inspecting the man for a moment. When you didn’t answer him, Yoongi looked toward you with raised eyebrows.

“You,” you said simply.

“Me?” He questioned, a spoon in hand as his eyes widened adorably. A soft pout was positioned on his lips.

“Dinner time was such a stressor growing up,” you explained. “My mom hated cooking, but she wouldn’t let anyone else take it over because she had to have that thing to hold over you, so every night you had to walk on eggshells around her as she yelled and slammed things in the kitchen. Cooking was just such a tense thing,” you explained, Yoongi watching you carefully as you spoke. “But with you this is just,” you shrugged, smiling gently at him. “Nice. It’s so calm.”

His smile spread into one of those gummy ones that had your heart swelling while your grin widened to match his. Trying to hide his bashfulness, and his glee at being the calm in your life, he pushed the veggies around the pan with his wooden spoon. However, he sucked some air through his teeth before an “ah” left his lips, the man tilting his head to the side.

“Is this your way of calling me boring?” He asked through his happy expression, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m never giving you a compliment again,” you joked, preparing to turn away from him.

“Because I’m actually fun, you know. I can be fun,” he informed you, setting the spoon aside as you tried to step away from him. His hand found your hip, pulling you against his chest, burying his face in your neck. “You think I’m fun, don’t you?” He asked, his breath tickling you along your hairline below your ear as he started swaying your bodies.

“Not at all,” you teased, shoving against his chest and turning from him once again, only for the man to catch you in a back hug, wrapping his arms around you as he began humming the same melody from before. Swaying with you once again, you giggled, laying your head back against his shoulder and folding your arms over his.

“Are you sure?” He asked again, interrupting his own humming of the song.

Sighing, you felt his lips press against your cheek in a sweet kiss before he opened into a smile against your skin. “Of course you’re fun,” you told him, Yoongi kissing the plushness of your cheek again. “And annoying.”

“No,” he whined cutely, grabbing your hand in his and leading you to spin under his arm a few times. When you tried to stop, he pushed against your shoulder to keep you going just a few more 360s until you were finally facing him again, dizzy but happy as you giggled at him. “Let me calm you again.”

Laughing while he started humming the same Raveena song again, you allowed him to guide you in a casual dance in which you mostly just swayed and admired your boyfriend’s features: his soft fluffy cheeks, that adorable smile he graced you with, and the sweetest eyes you’d ever seen. “I don’t know the lyrics yet,” he told you.

“Know it’s a fucked up world,” you immediately started singing, watching as Yoongi’s smile widened at you. One of your favorite things about Yoongi’s smile was how it rounded his features, pushing his soft cheeks into the most kissable cheeks you’d ever seen. “I’ll keep you safe and you hold me, too.”

As he continued to hum the tune, grinning fondly at your singing, he kept a hold on your waist while he detached from you to stir the veggies and meat. Grabbing his hand to keep your contact with him intact, you shimmied away from him, fingers entangled, and danced beside him, twirling yourself under his arm. “We need a new song, I think.”

“This one fits my calm guy aura, though,” he retorted, looking over at you with a smirk as he continued tending to the food. “Also, I thought you liked cooking now, why am I doing all the work?”

“Maybe I meant I like watching you cook,” you grinned brattily, admiring the way Yoongi’s shoulders shook in breathy laughter, caused by you. With your hands still connected, you leaned over the counter to look at your phone, searching for a new song to play and to give Yoongi’s vocal jukeboxing a rest. “How did things go today?” Yoongi then asked a bit tentatively, but mostly curiously. “Wanna talk about it?”

Shrugging at him, you glanced over at him to find him staring at you considerately. All he wanted was to be there for you, to help shoulder the burden of your stress, give you someone to vent to, let you know you were cared for. “It was the usual,” you started, Yoongi nodding slowly as he listened. “It’s just draining. And- it’s hard being around people who revel in their unhappiness. It’s like they don’t want to enjoy life, and they want to drag me back into that and I can’t. I won’t go back to that, I’ve come too far. I mean, we’ve built this whole life,” you looked around the kitchen. Although Yoongi wasn’t aware of the thoughts in your head just moments before, how every item could be linked to the care you doted upon each other, all serving as testaments to the love you poured into one another, his eyes roamed the kitchen as well, falling upon the wilting flowers, the heart-shaped dish, the food cooking on the stove, the clean mugs all so you could have tea in your favorite ceramic before sleeping.

“We have built a great life,” he agreed, as though he completely understood what each little item meant, all resembling bricks that you had laid together. Like he understood the distance you had to keep between your family and yourself, this life, to protect your progress, your heart, your peace and calm.

Smiling softly at him, admiring the grin he reciprocated with, you realized you didn’t want your family to exist in this scene with you. “I just wanna live in this moment right now, can we talk more about it later?”

Nodding considerately, Yoongi then glanced at your phone. “Play that Fleetwood song you’ve been obsessing over lately.”

“Ah!” You exclaimed at the idea. “You’re so smart,” you smirked, stealing a quick glance at the playful gloating Yoongi performed with a feigned cocky expression.

Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac started playing through the phone speaker, the vibrancies buzzing slightly against the stone countertop, and when you looked back to Yoongi, he was observing you with the most extraordinary awe in his eyes. Before you could slow the beating of your heart, or question him on why he was staring at you like that, the spoon was being dropped against the frying pan and his beautiful strong hands were on your cheeks. In the next moment, Yoongi’s lips were pushed against yours as he kissed you hard and with all the protectiveness, all the devotion he could pour into the meeting.

The sky had darkened outside, the black irises had blended into the night, and there was Yoongi, stunning in his sweatpants and oversized black t-shirt that made his body disappear underneath the excess clothing, and he was kissing you because he wanted to. Because he could. Because you built a life with him and now you both had somewhere to put all this love you’d carried with you all your lives, just waiting for someone to want it. Nothing beats the calm that envelopes two people who want each other, day after day, through the big moments and the simple mundane. It was bliss and it was peace, and you gave it to each other.

[likeastarstar]

hey I don’t know if you’re still doing the bullet prompts but can you do a yoongi jealous one?

Yoongi doesn't get jealous often

Just when this thing happens every so often- he finds you gorgeous all the time but sometimes it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again

the world turns slow and you're sparkling and beautiful and perfect and you're talking to another man instead of him

he's not jealous in a way that he'd change anything about the situation, he wants you to talk to people and be sparkly and beautiful and perfect- he's jealous of the other man

it makes him want to work harder, try more to get your attention.

he wants to do better to be the one you're looking at and he makes sure he's in your viewpoint at all times, narrowly avoiding you until you notice a shift in his demeanor

You always know when Yoongi's jealous. It makes him act out, be his most charming self, full of sarcastic jokes and legs spread wide in the chair he's sitting in and you have a love hate relationship with it

You hate that he has the ability affect you from so far away, making your temperature rise with no more than five seconds of eye contact and a smile.

He smirks when you tilt your head at him, half in intrigue, half in confusion. You float towards him, leaning your cheek against his shoulder as you gaze up at him

"You're being very social tonight," You noted, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Just trying to match your energy, baby." He smirked, playing nonchalant as he shifts his attention completely off of you and back onto whatever incredibly entertaining conversation he was in

You sulk until he gets flirty, hand skirting your ass and cupping your thigh when you scoot closer to him. You hold his arm a little harder than normal, feel your breath slightly too shallow as he leans in to whisper some snide comment about everyone else in the room because he knows that's your favorite

"Are you done giving me whiplash?" You mumbled against his lips when you finally corner him in a discreet area

"Are you ready to let me take you home?" He countered.

Because he knows at the end of the day the gravely tone of his voice will always have your full attention, you'll always end up in the same situation

Leaving the party early to end up wrapped up in his sheets instead

"Thought you'd never ask," You sighed, pulling him down to you by the collar of his shirt to kiss him

[holdinbacksecrets]

hi 🌱 love your writing so much!

do you take request? would you consider like expand the yoongi part in the extra "can i hold you in the kitchen?", something based on can i add our anniversary to your calendar? thank you so much have a nice day

hi! i love this request! expanding boyfriend things has to be one of my favorite things. thank you, and i hope you like it!

can i hold you in your kitchen?

you write everything down. you have to. it doesn’t feel real unless the letters are pressed into parchment, inking its surface, and staining your mind.

and there’s something about you and yoongi that’s deserving of written milestones, even if he rolls his eyes endeared as your idea settles into his own mind with every spoken word. but, it’s important to you. it’s important to have something to look forward to… reasons to be present and feel and think about all the goodness you’ve come to find.

including him

and your love

your relationship

so you bring it up in the kitchen, after grocery shopping: your sunday night routine is going quite well so far.

“on the calendars? plural?”

“i know there’s one in your studio and mine at work… another on my dresser, obviously the one taped to the refrigerator. i can’t help wanting to write the words in my messy handwriting and leave a little bit of me around you. perhaps i’m feeling romantic, or maybe it’s just the opportunity for anticipating blissful celebration.”

“if our anniversary date on all the calendars owned between the two of us will make you smile like you are right now, then get to it, my love. i’m good in here.” unpacking produce and cooking dinner.

he pulls you in for a kiss and holds your gaze before you have a chance to walk away.

“what is it?”

yoongi shakes his head, kissing your forehead. “you surprise me sometimes… the joy you find in simplicity… i love you, so entirely.”

you embrace him, cheek to chest. his heartbeat is against your ear: soothing. “oh, by the way. you’re always around. just because i’ve never mentioned the picture in my wallet doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”

[19minutesofsunset]

notes he'd leave under your pillow // min yoongi #1

I moved into the new apartment. You'll probably never see it. But it has you written all over it. The faux wood floor, the cream coloured walls, the clawfoot tub. I wanted to text you after seeing the burgundy armchair. Then I remembered. What you told me the night you packed your things and left the drawer empty. How weird it feels that I don't have to keep another toothbrush anymore, just in case you forgot yours at home. It doesn't quite make sense to me that you won't see how the sunset hits the bathroom window everyday at 4:50 in the afternoon. That I won't see how the golden light hits your hair in that copper hue that left me hypnotised. I signed the lease after seeing the light from the window. There's a pillow next to mine which doesn't make sense if your head is not resting on it. If I don't wake up whining on a Sunday morning because, no, I didn't like when your hair got caught in my mouth. But, yes, I did like hearing your sleepy giggles first thing in the morning.

Forgive me for saying this, but I think I would do everything all over again. I'm sure I would do everything all over again.