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Update/Writing a book/IM LONELY

posts might be lacking for the next month. i'm currently trying to finish up the first draft of a book i've been working on, currently 291 pages in and i'm loving every minute of it.

i also have school starting up at the end of the month🥲obvi, never done writing on here because i love it too much to quit, but just wanted to let anyone who scrolls on my blog know that i'm not leaving if there's an absence of new stories.

i'd be so content just working at my job and writing. i have a great routine during winter break and summer, then school starts again and i can't focus on anything. my writing is always better when i'm on break.

also been thinking of linking my instagram, it's a private account but i'd accept so don't worry, i'd like to feel more like mutuals with you guys. i have one irl friend lol, i love her sm but ya know, it'd be nice to feel like i have a larger social circle sometimes, even if it's ust through the internet. the older i get, especially now that i'm in college, it's gotten a lot harder to meet new people. idk if anyone else here relates to that. also, thanks for 800+ followers, i can't believe so many of you love my writing, my tumblr account is something i'm incredibly proud of. i was in 7th grade when i started this account and i know for a fact that she would be so ecstatic to find out so many people follow my account seven years later.

but long story short, this was a little post to update and explain why i might not post as much for the next month or two. i'll still be using tumblr to read, reblog and check my notifications but my own writing energy will be geared towards finishing my draft!!! one day i hope, actually scratch that- i KNOW, everyone will read it as a finished book🍀

okay as always, love you all so much and mwahhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

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Video Games | Kim Seokjin

Summary: You have a crush on the guy who works at your local game store. As you start to frequent the store more often, your interactions with him leave you wondering if he might feel the same way? Or maybe it's all in your head...

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One of my favorite past times was spending my Saturdays at my favorite video game store. I had loved them since I was a kid. Going in and picking up used copies of games when I was low on money, picking up limited edition posters and taping them up on the walls of my childhood bedroom back from my hometown game store. 

Eventually, moving out and into my own place and retaping those same posters back up along with new ones. My friends often called my hobby a quirk, never outright making fun of me, but making me feel different from them, it was uniquely my one hobby, I never had any friends who shared the same interests as me. It never really bothered me though, since like I said, I only spent some Saturdays walking around the store, occasionally picking up a new copy of whatever I wanted to play that month or get some sort of merchandise. It was a way to let my inner geek out for a few hours, before going back into incognito for the rest of the week. But, when I moved into my own place and found this game store I quickly became a regular. 

When I first started going, I would walk around, looking at anything that piqued my interest. Upon my first visit to the store, simply named J’s Gaming, I got this strange feeling that someone was watching me as I waltzed around each corner of the room, and my intuition turned out to be correct. When I looked over my shoulder, there he was, eyes on me. The guy at the register. Even when he was assisting a customer, I frequently caught him staring at me. When I met his gaze, he quickly looked down or turned his head, seemingly avoiding me. When I made my way to the checkout counter, I was already interested in finding out what this guy's deal was. 

“Hello.” I greeted him as I slid over the game I was purchasing. Instead of responding, he nodded his head in acknowledgement, scanning the barcode on the case quickly before announcing the total. I pulled out some cash and as he made the change, darted my eyes to the right side of his uniform, looking for his nametag which displayed the name Seokjin. I thought I was discreet, but he ended up catching me looking. 

“I know the nametag says Seokjin, but I prefer Jin.” He stated, handing me the bag with my game. I blushed, embarrassed that he caught me snooping. Looking back, I’m not sure why I found it embarrassing, I mean, the whole point of a nametag is for someone to know who they’re talking to right? But between the way his eyes followed me wherever I went in the store and the fact that I found him to be so attractive, I couldn’t help but want to make a good first impression in front of him. After that, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that he had a lot to do with why that store became my favorite one to visit. 

Jin eventually started to recognize me as a regular and the formalities soon dropped whenever we’d interact. I assumed it was because he knew I would be coming back every other Saturday, so he didn’t have to try so hard to be polite. I remembered the first time he had a “casual” conversation with me. I had been surprised at first that he had remembered me from the three times I had come in to buy something so far. The store was usually very busy. I would say busy enough to the point you wouldn’t remember every single person who came into the store. 

 “You come in here a lot, right?” He had questioned me as he rang up a few games. 

“Oh god, is it that obvious?” I groaned, up until that point unaware of how often I must have frequented the store. He laughed, quickly glancing up at me, taking his attention off of scanning for a second. There was a line of other customers behind me, anxiously and impatiently tapping their feet, most likely wishing to be home and playing whatever it was they were buying today. This guy was pretty tall, broad shoulders, black hair cut neatly with bangs covering his forehead.

“Hey, it’s not a crime to spend your weekends here. I’ve just seen you around enough to notice you.” He shrugged, finishing his scanning and turning the screen to face me so I could scan my card. He bagged the three games I bought and handed it to me. “I’m assuming I’ll see you here next week?” He said, curiosity evident in his voice. 

“Depends on if I get through these games first.” I responded, giving him a friendly smile as I waved goodbye.

 It’s true I had often come into the store and seen him working the register. What I conveniently forgot to mention was the countless times the two of us had exchanged glances throughout those first few initial visits. After that conversation I had with him, I was hooked. I now knew that I not only liked him staring at me, but also trying to talk to me. 

As the first few months went by, his facial expressions started to change when we’d lock eyes as I’d walk through the front door of the store. At first, whenever he saw me, he’d almost look horrified for a few seconds. His eyes would go wide, like he was in shock. I actually felt kind of bad and would think back to the other times he’d ring me up. Raking my brain for something I might have said to him that offended him, or a dirty look I accidentally shot him. Apparently I’ve been told that I have a resting bitch face, which I try to keep under control by plastering on as many fake smiles as I can. But by my second month at the store and more awkward register conversations, his expression changed from horrified to friendly. When I’d walk in, he’d wave at me, or shoot me a warm smile. Those awkward conversations changed into pleasant small talk and by the sixth month mark, life updates. 

“Are you still working the same shift as that girl you were telling me about?” Jin queried, scanning the checkout line, making sure he could talk freely with me so he didn’t have to rush. 

“Yeah, Jenna.” I sighed. Jenna was a coworker of mine who never seemed to be in a good mood. I could never do anything right according to Jenna. She made me miserable at work and often caused me to dread any upcoming shift I had at work. She also frequently left work mid-shift, leaving me with twice the workload, especially when I worked the closing shifts. She never seemed to get fired, and the boss never reprimanded her. 

“I was thinking about what you could do on the days she leaves alone to finish work. Leave her station dirty, tell the manager that you were too busy to work both stations and that should hopefully expose her.” Jin explained, leaning over the counter so we were face to face. 

“Hmm, you make an interesting proposal Jin, I might have to test out your theory.” I said, trying to conceal my laugh. He seemed so focused on my work beef with Jenna. I couldn’t believe he even remembered the conversation we had where I had mentioned her giving me a hard time. Maybe he was interested in me? I thought to myself. I tried to shrug off the notion, not wanting to develop a legitimate crush on him, afraid it’d just lead to disappointment. Or worse, be something I had only imagined or built up in my head. I could sense that neither of us wanted to end the conversation. He wasn’t even checking behind me for other customers, he seemed solely focused on me. 

“Jin, can I ask you a question?” I tilted my head curiously, mirroring his actions and leaning against the counter. 

“Mhm” He hummed in response, smirking at me. 

“Who’s J? I always wondered who the owner was because I only ever see you working here?” His eyes that seemed to be so bright dimmed slightly upon hearing my question. I wondered why, maybe I had overstepped. “You don’t have to tell me.” I awkwardly laughed, trying to backtrack. 

“No, no I’ll tell you.” He motioned for me to come closer with his pointer finger. He brought his lips up to my ear, as I leaned in even closer, “His name is Jin.” My eyes went wide upon hearing the revelation. I gasped, pulling back just a tad. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” I waved my hands in front of me, “You’re the owner? Jin, that's so cool!” I exclaimed. “So, if you made the nametags, why didn’t you just put Jin instead of Seokjin?” I thought out loud. He snorted, finally leaning away from the counter. 

“Because, it makes me mysterious." He shrugged, which made me shake my head at the corny joke and laugh. 

Another few weeks went by and I hadn’t visited J’s Gaming in almost a month. Though I missed seeing Jin, I had to save up some money after learning my landlord had raised the rent. Out went leisure spending money, along with seeing Jin. During those few weekends I sat at home, watching TV or replaying a copy of a game sitting on my bookshelf, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of him. I honestly felt guilty at first, feeling as if I had betrayed him. What if he thinks I stopped coming in? Maybe he thinks he was too invasive when he was asking questions about Jenna? 

I sincerely hoped that he wasn’t disappointed that I had stopped coming in. Or maybe he hadn’t noticed my absence at all. In that case I don’t know what would’ve been worse, either Jin thinking I was angry with him or had stopped coming to the store for whatever reason; or him completely forgetting about my existence just because I wasn’t popping in biweekly anymore. 

So that following Saturday, though I was low on cash and had no intention of spending any money, I made my way down to J’s Gaming, hoping to find JIn working behind the counter as usual so I could explain away my absence. The door chimed as I stepped in and the room was packed with people. Great, that’ll make it easy to talk to him, I sarcastically thought. I wasn’t buying anything, so technically there was no reason for me to be in the checkout line. I maneuvered my head around, shifting my weight onto my tiptoes, trying to get a good look at who was working the register. My brows furrowed in confusion when I lay my eyes on someone else working the counter. A stranger and Jin was nowhere to be seen. I felt my heart sink as I lowered myself back onto my feet, letting out a disappointed sigh. I started to think about my next steps. I guess I could just go home? Come back another weekend and hopefully he’ll be there. Or maybe even stop in on my way home from work one night. But again, that would be a gamble since I remembered Jin telling me that he mainly works weekends and often switches up his weekday schedule. I actually wasn’t 100% sure which days he even worked during the week, let alone what time of day. 

As I made my way back towards the entrance, I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” It was that familiar, sweet voice I had been craving. I gasped, turning around at record speed and coming face to face with Jin; or should I say face to chest since he was so much taller than me. 

“Jin? I came in looking for you but I assumed you weren’t here…Someone else is working at the register.” I stammered, suddenly nervous in his presence. I wondered if he was mad at me for not coming in? 

“I only came in today for about an hour to check on the store, I didn’t feel like working this Saturday because I didn’t think I would miss anything special.” He paused for a second, leaning against a shelf, “But I’m glad I came in, otherwise I would’ve missed you.” He was smiling at me, staring straight into my eyes. “So, where have you been?” He questioned.

“That’s actually why I came in here. I’ve been feeling so guilty these past few weeks, as stupid as that sounds because I haven’t been coming in. My rent was raised so I haven’t been spending as much money.” I explained, watching as he listened attentively. 

“Y/N, why would you feel guilty? I wasn’t mad at all if that’s what you think. Sure, I was worried about you because you stopped coming in because that’s out of character for you. I’m glad to know it wasn’t anything too bad…” He smiled warmly, his words making me feel reassured. 

I laughed, covering my hands over my face. Just like that he talked me off my ledge of overthinking. “Honestly, the worst part about it was not being able to talk to you. You’re my favorite part of my weekend.” I couldn’t believe I had admitted that to him, but the way he made me feel special, the fact that he said he was worried about me? I couldn’t help myself. 

“Are you doing anything the rest of the day?” Jin blurted out, which caught me off guard. “I just, uh, you know since we’re both free right now, or at least I’m free…” He murmured, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

“I’m free, yeah, uh, what did you have in mind?” I agreed, trying to act cool. His eyebrows raised in surprise. He smirked as he took my hand and led me towards the door, holding it open for me as we walked outside.

“Do you drink coffee?”  

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{A/N: First Jin fic on my account, I've been wanting to write something about him for so long! I hope you all enjoy it. As always, have a great day/night ; I love you so, so much & mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

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You Get Me | Min Yoongi

PART THREE

Summary: After agreeing to keep things "professional" you try to swallow your feelings for Yoongi. At first it's going well, until the last week of production when Yoongi suddenly announces that you need to make more edits to the album, leading to more confusing feelings and frustration. Things take a turn when Y/N meets a new man in pursuit of finding a way to debut her work.

[Part One] [Part Two]

The first week after Yoongi and I decided to keep it strictly professional was unbearably awkward. Every glance, grazing of a hand, smile, frown, hum or laugh led to overanalyzing and overthinking. It was exhausting. But I realized that I wasn’t spending almost every free night I had in this cold studio for Yoongi, I was spending it here for my album. I needed to stay focused. So I swallowed my conflicted feelings and tried to keep my eye on the prize. We were able to stay cordial and things almost felt as if they had gone back to normal a month later. I stopped second guessing every interaction I had with him and taking the high road led to the album being basically finished by the end of the month. I had recorded about twelve songs. But I had noticed that in the past week, supposedly the last week of working with Yoongi, he started to mention that he wasn’t entirely happy with the finished product. 

“What do you mean something sounds off? Yoongi, it sounds great to me.” I questioned him, taking off the spare pair of headphones in the studio. Yoongi sat, leaned back in his chair, with his arms crossed. He shook his head in disapproval. 

“Track three is too short, we shouldn’t have scraped those few extra verses last month. Track five doesn’t have a good beat after I went back and listened to it again and track twelve isn’t strong enough to close the album. It’s just three songs but I’m going to need a few more weeks with you in order to finish this album.” Yoongi shrugged, clicking away on his computer, not even looking at me. 

“Yoongi, I’ve spent almost every free night I’ve had the past three months working on this album with you. Why didn’t you bring this up weeks ago? Why now, we’re almost done.” I said in frustration. Just last week, he had told me the album barely needed any changes, what could’ve possibly changed in a week?

“I understand this is taking up your time, but it’s your album, don’t you want it to be perfect? You’ve invested so much time into it already, how would another week hurt?” I bit  my lip and stared at the open folder of songs on the screen. Yoongi was right, another week wouldn’t hurt if it meant perfecting it. 

“Fine.”  I sighed, which made Yoongi produce a small smile. “But please, let’s try to finish this by next week. I’m sure you have other people that want to work with you too.” The small smile that was resting on his lips disappeared. 

“I’m not in a rush.” He murmured, turning around and back towards his computer. Part of me wondered if Yoongi was telling the truth about those three songs. A week ago he said he loved track five and now he claims it doesn’t have a good beat? I thought back to when I told Yoongi I couldn’t keep in contact with him after we finished working together. As much as I yearned to have him in my life, he said it himself, he doesn’t do relationships. If Yoongi truly wanted to be with me, he had three months to make it happen. I half regretted sleeping with him. My mind often wanders back to that night. I remember the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. But then I think about how he slept with me, never called, and told me he couldn’t be with me after the fact. For how great he made me feel, he also made me feel used. I just understand why he doesn’t want to end this working relationship. What would be his motive for delaying the album. If he wanted to spend more time with me, why? Does he have feelings for me? After everything he told me, I assumed he didn’t have the capacity to feel anything for me. I know deep down the album is fine, and admittedly I am a bit annoyed I have to come back here and sacrifice a good night's sleep to spend time with a man I want but can’t have. But deep down, I’m happy that I get to see him for one more week. 

The next morning I had journeyed back to the neighborhood bookstore. The same one I ran into Namjoon three months ago. And maybe it was luck, a coincidence, or because we simply lived in the same area, but I bumped into Namjoon in the checkout line. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon said, I turned around and craned my head up to look at him. Namjoon was one of the tallest people I knew. 

“Namjoon!” I gasped, pulling him into a hug. “How’ve you been?” I asked, moving over so the person behind us in the line could check out. 

“Good, good, just been working, what about you? How’s the album?” He excitedly questioned. I smiled, happy to know that he remembered. 

“It’s basically finished. Next week, we’re adding the finishing touches and then I’ll see what I can do to market it.” I nodded, praying he wouldn’t ask about Yoongi. 

“Has Yoongi been behaving?” Namjoon chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. I let out a fake laugh, debating on if I should cave and let Namjoon know about what happened last month. Maybe Yoongi already told him? I thought to myself. 

“Oh, uh, he’s been great. He’s respected the vision I had for the album since day one. Thank you again for recommending him. I don’t think this album would have ever come to fruition if you hadn’t introduced me to him.” I said genuinely. Namjoon gave me a pat on the shoulder. 

“My only payment is that I want to be one of the first people to hear it when it’s finished. You should have a listening party or something…” Namjoon proposed. Before I could respond, someone behind us cleared his throat. Both Namjoon and I turned and came face to face with a man a little shorter than Namjoon. He stared at me, giving me a warm smile as a greeting. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation. You’re coming out with an album, correct?” He asked, still staring at me. I nodded in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “If you’re not sure on how to promote the album, I might know of a way. I run a small festival down at the park annually. Local talent comes and performs on this stage we set up in the open field. We raise money for different charities and it’s becoming a great way for musicians to gain some exposure.” 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. The mystery man seemed to pick up on the intrigue that must’ve been evident on my face since he let out a laugh. Namjoon nudged my side, whispering that I should do it. 

“Um, wow, that would actually be a great way to debut it.” I exclaimed, “What day is this festival?” I asked, taking out my phone so I could type down all of the information. 

“Next Friday. I guess I’ll take your interest as a yes?” He asked, also reaching for his phone. 

“100 percent!” I said excitedly. I smiled at Namjoon, he looked equally as surprised and excited as I was. 

“What’s your name again?” The man asked. 

“Y/N” I said, frantically typing, and he did the same, most likely adding my name to a list of performers. 

“Could I actually get your number? That way I can stay in contact with you and let you know what time you’ll be going on stage. We’ll also work out how many songs you want to perform off of the album.” He explained, handing me his phone so I could add my number. 

“Oh my god. I was so excited I forgot to ask you…What’s your name?” I questioned, realizing I still didn’t know who he was. 

“Hoseok.” He smiled, taking his phone out of my hands. He was actually pretty good looking. He had this really bright smile that always reached his eyes, his jawline was sharp and he had an athletic build. “I’ll reach out soon” He said reassuringly, waving at us and turning around to leave. 

“Wow Y/N, congratulations.” Namjoon said, wrapping an arm around me. “You should invite Yoongi. I know he doesn’t go out much but I’m sure he’d want to watch you on stage too.” Namjoon was right, and I actually couldn’t wait to tell Yoongi about the festival. 

A few days later, I was back in Yoongi’s studio. After we had fixed up track three, Yoongi had offered to order some food. I honestly didn’t want to leave, since I was having a lot of fun with him so I accepted the offer. As we sat and hovered over the as we ate, I thought it’d be a good time to mention the festival. “So, a few days ago, I ran into Namjoon at the bookstore.” Yoongi glanced up from his food, expressing interest in the story. “We were talking and he was asking me about the album. So, I was telling him about how we were almost done and this was probably the last week we’d be working on it.” Yoongi hummed in response before I continued. “Then this guy interrupted and he said he organizes this festival every year and he’d like me to perform some songs there. It’s held at the park.” I said excitedly. Yoongi’s eyebrows raised in surprise and he stood up from his seat. He pulled me up and into his embrace. 

“Y/N, that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He said, but he came out muffled since his face was buried in my hair. We stayed in each other’s arms for a few seconds too long. It was nice, it felt secure, it felt…right. 

“Yoongi…” I paused, suddenly feeling nervous. “Would you be interested in coming to watch? I’d really like it if you could be there.” I asked, pulling away slightly so I could get a good glimpse of his face. He looked past me, his grip loosening up by each passing second. 

“What day is it?” He questioned, fully pulling away. 

“Friday.” I responded. 

“I don’t think I can make it.” He said coldly. I furrowed my brows together. 

“Why? Do you need to work, normally you don’t do anything on Friday.” I probed. 

“Well this Friday I need to work, I’m sorry.” Yoongi snapped, sitting back in his seat, a vast difference from two minutes ago. 

“Okay.” I whispered, looking down at my shoes before also taking a seat. 

Throughout the week I had been texting back and forth with Hoseok. First he had sent me some information about what time I’d be going on. Then I sent him the two songs I wanted to perform. He had liked them so much to the point he called me to talk about them. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard songs that good.” He had complimented. “You have an incredible voice.” 

By Thursday night, he had invited me over to his apartment to talk and go over everything. As we sat on the couch, I found myself feeling conflicted. Just a week ago, all I wanted was for Yoongi to tell me he took back everything he had said about not wanting a relationship. Yet here I was, sitting next to a guy who seemed to be genuinely sweet and interested in me. I found myself attracted to Hoseok, but every time I started to fall, I would see Yoongi in my mind and I would get a pang of something horrible in my chest. 

“I know you’re going to do great.” Hoseok reassured me, placing his hand over mine. I stared down at the sight, a smile forming at the corners of my lips. 

“Thank you again, for introducing yourself and letting me know about this whole thing.” I said. 

“Well, it was a great way to find an excuse to talk to you.” He chuckled. “At first I thought that guy you were with was your boyfriend but I realized he wasn’t after I started listening to your conversation. It was a happy realization." Hoseok explained, glancing at me. 

“So it wasn’t just about the music?” I teased. He shook his head, his eyes trailing down to my lips. I glanced down at my shoes, my face feeling hot all of a sudden. He lifted my chin with his finger, moving my face towards his own. His lips molded against my own as I leaned my weight towards him. He pulled me onto his lap as I started to straddle him. The kisses were soft, gentle but not fiery. It was like my kisses with Yoongi. Nothing like those. Hoseok was nice, but I found myself feeling guilty, almost as if I was leading him on. I tried to lean into the moment as I felt him place his hand on my butt, his other hand cupped my face. I tried to focus on the moment, tried to shut my mind off but I just couldn’t. I pulled away, stopping the kiss, stopping the moment as a whole. 

“I’m sorry Hoseok.” I said as I removed myself from his lap. He looked confused, but I placed a hand on his thigh. “I just think I should go home, you did nothing wrong but I should probably just focus on the festival tomorrow. But we’ll talk after, okay?” I pleaded, hoping he wasn’t angry. 

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He responded unconvincingly. I’m sure he was running through the whole interaction in his mind, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Little did he know, as long as I had feelings for Yoongi, no one stood a chance. 

The day of the performance, I had successfully avoided Hoseok for the most part. His friend was working the stage area, and I assumed he was out doing crowd control. I clutched the neck of my guitar, feeling jittery, as if I had drank ten cups of coffee. My heart was pounding as I peaked out of the curtains, noticing the group of my friends, including Namjoon, all looking excited to watch me perform. Tomorrow I was supposed to pick up the final copy of the album from Yoongi, we had finished the last of the album late Wednesday night. I was feeling emotional. It was a mixture of sadness for officially marking the end of my time around Yoongi, but also feeling proud of myself for finishing my own album. I had achieved a life goal so early on and now I was getting to celebrate it in front of hundreds of people. 

By the time I was introduced, I sat down and gave a quick introduction, waving towards my friends. I started strumming on my guitar, starting with the first track on the album. The second song was track six, one of my favorites. Halfway through the first song, something shocking happened. I noticed someone walking down the aisle, making their way into the group of my friends. There he was. Yoongi. He did come. He did care. He greeted Namjoon quickly, before turning to watch me. Yoongi noticed me staring at him, and he gave me an encouraging look, mouthing “You got this.” I nodded as I continued singing. On the other side of the audience was Hoseok, who never took his eyes off of me. 

By the end of my set, I had received a standing ovation. I thanked the crowd before walking off stage and back into the audience. 

I greeted my friends, hugged Namjoon and thanked everyone for coming. Yoongi walked up to me, hands in his pockets, “You did great.” He said. 

“I can’t believe you came. I thought you were busy?” I asked, frowning. He looked around before grabbing my arm and taking my back behind the stage, away from everyone. 

“I fucking did it again. I panicked and I pushed you away. Y/N I have to admit, this whole week, there was nothing that needed to be fixed. I just…I didn’t want to let you go. I know you said you didn’t want to keep in touch, but I couldn’t let that happen. I’m still crazy about you. I think about you all of the time.” I suddenly felt light, like a weight had been lifted from off of my shoulders as I listened to Yoongi’s words. 

“Yoongi, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I questioned, suddenly feeling even worse about kissing Hoseok last night. 

“I needed to work through all of my shit first. I want to make this work with you. I don’t want you in my life as a client anymore, I want you in my life as my girlfriend.” He  was saying everything I had been waiting for the past three months, yet because of what happened last night, I couldn’t bring myself to fully give in. I needed to confess, to get a clean slate.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something. I don’t know if this changes anything but last night I kissed someone else. But I turned him down because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I did it, I assumed you weren’t interested in me.” I explained, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, afraid I’d raise my head and he’d be gone. But instead, I felt him lift my head up and wipe my tears away. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked, pulling me toward him. 

“Because…I feel horrible about it, I feel like I played with your feelings, I had no idea you felt this way.” I sniffled, resting my head against his chest unsure if this would be the definitive last time I’d be able to do it. 

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about it. We weren’t together, I kept pushing you away, you had no idea.” He whispered soothingly. 

“You aren’t mad?” I stammered, looking up at him. 

“No. I’m sorry I put you through all of this confusion.” He apologized. I squeezed him even tighter. “I’m just glad it’s over. I’m so happy I’m with you now.” 

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{A/N: Part Three is here, which means this series is finished. I hope you enjoy it! Lmao not Hobi catching strays I'm so sorry lololol. Have a good day/night. I love you all so so much and mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

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You Get Me | Min Yoongi

PART THREE

Summary: After agreeing to keep things "professional" you try to swallow your feelings for Yoongi. At first it's going well, until the last week of production when Yoongi suddenly announces that you need to make more edits to the album, leading to more confusing feelings and frustration. Things take a turn when Y/N meets a new man in pursuit of finding a way to debut her work.

[Part One] [Part Two]

The first week after Yoongi and I decided to keep it strictly professional was unbearably awkward. Every glance, grazing of a hand, smile, frown, hum or laugh led to overanalyzing and overthinking. It was exhausting. But I realized that I wasn’t spending almost every free night I had in this cold studio for Yoongi, I was spending it here for my album. I needed to stay focused. So I swallowed my conflicted feelings and tried to keep my eye on the prize. We were able to stay cordial and things almost felt as if they had gone back to normal a month later. I stopped second guessing every interaction I had with him and taking the high road led to the album being basically finished by the end of the month. I had recorded about twelve songs. But I had noticed that in the past week, supposedly the last week of working with Yoongi, he started to mention that he wasn’t entirely happy with the finished product. 

“What do you mean something sounds off? Yoongi, it sounds great to me.” I questioned him, taking off the spare pair of headphones in the studio. Yoongi sat, leaned back in his chair, with his arms crossed. He shook his head in disapproval. 

“Track three is too short, we shouldn’t have scraped those few extra verses last month. Track five doesn’t have a good beat after I went back and listened to it again and track twelve isn’t strong enough to close the album. It’s just three songs but I’m going to need a few more weeks with you in order to finish this album.” Yoongi shrugged, clicking away on his computer, not even looking at me. 

“Yoongi, I’ve spent almost every free night I’ve had the past three months working on this album with you. Why didn’t you bring this up weeks ago? Why now, we’re almost done.” I said in frustration. Just last week, he had told me the album barely needed any changes, what could’ve possibly changed in a week?

“I understand this is taking up your time, but it’s your album, don’t you want it to be perfect? You’ve invested so much time into it already, how would another week hurt?” I bit  my lip and stared at the open folder of songs on the screen. Yoongi was right, another week wouldn’t hurt if it meant perfecting it. 

“Fine.”  I sighed, which made Yoongi produce a small smile. “But please, let’s try to finish this by next week. I’m sure you have other people that want to work with you too.” The small smile that was resting on his lips disappeared. 

“I’m not in a rush.” He murmured, turning around and back towards his computer. Part of me wondered if Yoongi was telling the truth about those three songs. A week ago he said he loved track five and now he claims it doesn’t have a good beat? I thought back to when I told Yoongi I couldn’t keep in contact with him after we finished working together. As much as I yearned to have him in my life, he said it himself, he doesn’t do relationships. If Yoongi truly wanted to be with me, he had three months to make it happen. I half regretted sleeping with him. My mind often wanders back to that night. I remember the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. But then I think about how he slept with me, never called, and told me he couldn’t be with me after the fact. For how great he made me feel, he also made me feel used. I just understand why he doesn’t want to end this working relationship. What would be his motive for delaying the album. If he wanted to spend more time with me, why? Does he have feelings for me? After everything he told me, I assumed he didn’t have the capacity to feel anything for me. I know deep down the album is fine, and admittedly I am a bit annoyed I have to come back here and sacrifice a good night's sleep to spend time with a man I want but can’t have. But deep down, I’m happy that I get to see him for one more week. 

The next morning I had journeyed back to the neighborhood bookstore. The same one I ran into Namjoon three months ago. And maybe it was luck, a coincidence, or because we simply lived in the same area, but I bumped into Namjoon in the checkout line. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon said, I turned around and craned my head up to look at him. Namjoon was one of the tallest people I knew. 

“Namjoon!” I gasped, pulling him into a hug. “How’ve you been?” I asked, moving over so the person behind us in the line could check out. 

“Good, good, just been working, what about you? How’s the album?” He excitedly questioned. I smiled, happy to know that he remembered. 

“It’s basically finished. Next week, we’re adding the finishing touches and then I’ll see what I can do to market it.” I nodded, praying he wouldn’t ask about Yoongi. 

“Has Yoongi been behaving?” Namjoon chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. I let out a fake laugh, debating on if I should cave and let Namjoon know about what happened last month. Maybe Yoongi already told him? I thought to myself. 

“Oh, uh, he’s been great. He’s respected the vision I had for the album since day one. Thank you again for recommending him. I don’t think this album would have ever come to fruition if you hadn’t introduced me to him.” I said genuinely. Namjoon gave me a pat on the shoulder. 

“My only payment is that I want to be one of the first people to hear it when it’s finished. You should have a listening party or something…” Namjoon proposed. Before I could respond, someone behind us cleared his throat. Both Namjoon and I turned and came face to face with a man a little shorter than Namjoon. He stared at me, giving me a warm smile as a greeting. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation. You’re coming out with an album, correct?” He asked, still staring at me. I nodded in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “If you’re not sure on how to promote the album, I might know of a way. I run a small festival down at the park annually. Local talent comes and performs on this stage we set up in the open field. We raise money for different charities and it’s becoming a great way for musicians to gain some exposure.” 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. The mystery man seemed to pick up on the intrigue that must’ve been evident on my face since he let out a laugh. Namjoon nudged my side, whispering that I should do it. 

“Um, wow, that would actually be a great way to debut it.” I exclaimed, “What day is this festival?” I asked, taking out my phone so I could type down all of the information. 

“Next Friday. I guess I’ll take your interest as a yes?” He asked, also reaching for his phone. 

“100 percent!” I said excitedly. I smiled at Namjoon, he looked equally as surprised and excited as I was. 

“What’s your name again?” The man asked. 

“Y/N” I said, frantically typing, and he did the same, most likely adding my name to a list of performers. 

“Could I actually get your number? That way I can stay in contact with you and let you know what time you’ll be going on stage. We’ll also work out how many songs you want to perform off of the album.” He explained, handing me his phone so I could add my number. 

“Oh my god. I was so excited I forgot to ask you…What’s your name?” I questioned, realizing I still didn’t know who he was. 

“Hoseok.” He smiled, taking his phone out of my hands. He was actually pretty good looking. He had this really bright smile that always reached his eyes, his jawline was sharp and he had an athletic build. “I’ll reach out soon” He said reassuringly, waving at us and turning around to leave. 

“Wow Y/N, congratulations.” Namjoon said, wrapping an arm around me. “You should invite Yoongi. I know he doesn’t go out much but I’m sure he’d want to watch you on stage too.” Namjoon was right, and I actually couldn’t wait to tell Yoongi about the festival. 

A few days later, I was back in Yoongi’s studio. After we had fixed up track three, Yoongi had offered to order some food. I honestly didn’t want to leave, since I was having a lot of fun with him so I accepted the offer. As we sat and hovered over the as we ate, I thought it’d be a good time to mention the festival. “So, a few days ago, I ran into Namjoon at the bookstore.” Yoongi glanced up from his food, expressing interest in the story. “We were talking and he was asking me about the album. So, I was telling him about how we were almost done and this was probably the last week we’d be working on it.” Yoongi hummed in response before I continued. “Then this guy interrupted and he said he organizes this festival every year and he’d like me to perform some songs there. It’s held at the park.” I said excitedly. Yoongi’s eyebrows raised in surprise and he stood up from his seat. He pulled me up and into his embrace. 

“Y/N, that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He said, but he came out muffled since his face was buried in my hair. We stayed in each other’s arms for a few seconds too long. It was nice, it felt secure, it felt…right. 

“Yoongi…” I paused, suddenly feeling nervous. “Would you be interested in coming to watch? I’d really like it if you could be there.” I asked, pulling away slightly so I could get a good glimpse of his face. He looked past me, his grip loosening up by each passing second. 

“What day is it?” He questioned, fully pulling away. 

“Friday.” I responded. 

“I don’t think I can make it.” He said coldly. I furrowed my brows together. 

“Why? Do you need to work, normally you don’t do anything on Friday.” I probed. 

“Well this Friday I need to work, I’m sorry.” Yoongi snapped, sitting back in his seat, a vast difference from two minutes ago. 

“Okay.” I whispered, looking down at my shoes before also taking a seat. 

Throughout the week I had been texting back and forth with Hoseok. First he had sent me some information about what time I’d be going on. Then I sent him the two songs I wanted to perform. He had liked them so much to the point he called me to talk about them. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard songs that good.” He had complimented. “You have an incredible voice.” 

By Thursday night, he had invited me over to his apartment to talk and go over everything. As we sat on the couch, I found myself feeling conflicted. Just a week ago, all I wanted was for Yoongi to tell me he took back everything he had said about not wanting a relationship. Yet here I was, sitting next to a guy who seemed to be genuinely sweet and interested in me. I found myself attracted to Hoseok, but every time I started to fall, I would see Yoongi in my mind and I would get a pang of something horrible in my chest. 

“I know you’re going to do great.” Hoseok reassured me, placing his hand over mine. I stared down at the sight, a smile forming at the corners of my lips. 

“Thank you again, for introducing yourself and letting me know about this whole thing.” I said. 

“Well, it was a great way to find an excuse to talk to you.” He chuckled. “At first I thought that guy you were with was your boyfriend but I realized he wasn’t after I started listening to your conversation. It was a happy realization." Hoseok explained, glancing at me. 

“So it wasn’t just about the music?” I teased. He shook his head, his eyes trailing down to my lips. I glanced down at my shoes, my face feeling hot all of a sudden. He lifted my chin with his finger, moving my face towards his own. His lips molded against my own as I leaned my weight towards him. He pulled me onto his lap as I started to straddle him. The kisses were soft, gentle but not fiery. It was like my kisses with Yoongi. Nothing like those. Hoseok was nice, but I found myself feeling guilty, almost as if I was leading him on. I tried to lean into the moment as I felt him place his hand on my butt, his other hand cupped my face. I tried to focus on the moment, tried to shut my mind off but I just couldn’t. I pulled away, stopping the kiss, stopping the moment as a whole. 

“I’m sorry Hoseok.” I said as I removed myself from his lap. He looked confused, but I placed a hand on his thigh. “I just think I should go home, you did nothing wrong but I should probably just focus on the festival tomorrow. But we’ll talk after, okay?” I pleaded, hoping he wasn’t angry. 

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He responded unconvincingly. I’m sure he was running through the whole interaction in his mind, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Little did he know, as long as I had feelings for Yoongi, no one stood a chance. 

The day of the performance, I had successfully avoided Hoseok for the most part. His friend was working the stage area, and I assumed he was out doing crowd control. I clutched the neck of my guitar, feeling jittery, as if I had drank ten cups of coffee. My heart was pounding as I peaked out of the curtains, noticing the group of my friends, including Namjoon, all looking excited to watch me perform. Tomorrow I was supposed to pick up the final copy of the album from Yoongi, we had finished the last of the album late Wednesday night. I was feeling emotional. It was a mixture of sadness for officially marking the end of my time around Yoongi, but also feeling proud of myself for finishing my own album. I had achieved a life goal so early on and now I was getting to celebrate it in front of hundreds of people. 

By the time I was introduced, I sat down and gave a quick introduction, waving towards my friends. I started strumming on my guitar, starting with the first track on the album. The second song was track six, one of my favorites. Halfway through the first song, something shocking happened. I noticed someone walking down the aisle, making their way into the group of my friends. There he was. Yoongi. He did come. He did care. He greeted Namjoon quickly, before turning to watch me. Yoongi noticed me staring at him, and he gave me an encouraging look, mouthing “You got this.” I nodded as I continued singing. On the other side of the audience was Hoseok, who never took his eyes off of me. 

By the end of my set, I had received a standing ovation. I thanked the crowd before walking off stage and back into the audience. 

I greeted my friends, hugged Namjoon and thanked everyone for coming. Yoongi walked up to me, hands in his pockets, “You did great.” He said. 

“I can’t believe you came. I thought you were busy?” I asked, frowning. He looked around before grabbing my arm and taking my back behind the stage, away from everyone. 

“I fucking did it again. I panicked and I pushed you away. Y/N I have to admit, this whole week, there was nothing that needed to be fixed. I just…I didn’t want to let you go. I know you said you didn’t want to keep in touch, but I couldn’t let that happen. I’m still crazy about you. I think about you all of the time.” I suddenly felt light, like a weight had been lifted from off of my shoulders as I listened to Yoongi’s words. 

“Yoongi, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I questioned, suddenly feeling even worse about kissing Hoseok last night. 

“I needed to work through all of my shit first. I want to make this work with you. I don’t want you in my life as a client anymore, I want you in my life as my girlfriend.” He  was saying everything I had been waiting for the past three months, yet because of what happened last night, I couldn’t bring myself to fully give in. I needed to confess, to get a clean slate.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something. I don’t know if this changes anything but last night I kissed someone else. But I turned him down because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I did it, I assumed you weren’t interested in me.” I explained, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, afraid I’d raise my head and he’d be gone. But instead, I felt him lift my head up and wipe my tears away. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked, pulling me toward him. 

“Because…I feel horrible about it, I feel like I played with your feelings, I had no idea you felt this way.” I sniffled, resting my head against his chest unsure if this would be the definitive last time I’d be able to do it. 

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about it. We weren’t together, I kept pushing you away, you had no idea.” He whispered soothingly. 

“You aren’t mad?” I stammered, looking up at him. 

“No. I’m sorry I put you through all of this confusion.” He apologized. I squeezed him even tighter. “I’m just glad it’s over. I’m so happy I’m with you now.” 

~

{A/N: Part Three is here, which means this series is finished. I hope you enjoy it! Lmao not Hobi catching strays I'm so sorry lololol. Have a good day/night. I love you all so so much and mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

Part Two

Summary: After a month of recording, Y/n and Yoongi have grown closer. Late night talks and a half completed album lead to a late night at the studio that ends in his apartment. But what happens after that fateful night?

[Part One]

A month later, I had not only adapted to the cold air in his studio, but had found myself thoroughly enjoying every moment I spent with Yoongi more and more. I looked forward to walking down the dark stairwell outside of the apartment building, going all the way down to the bottom floor where his studio was situated. Every time he opened the door to greet me, his cold face would warm up, a smile would paint his lips and it would meet his eyes as Yoongi would wave me into his safe place. At least that’s what he called it. “It’s my safe place, I can do anything in here, sometimes I prefer to sleep here instead of my apartment. I just feel productive down here…” 

The first few weeks were spent getting to know each other and solely working on songs. “I think I'd be able to do my best work if I knew you well.” Yoongi had said during our second session. “You're handing over your personal writings and trusting me to turn them into songs. I think I need to learn about who you are in order to give you the best album.” 

At the time I found it endearing, but felt nervous opening up to him. Maybe it was due to the fact I found him attractive? I didn't want to sound stupid in front of him. So when he'd ask me about certain songs and I'd explain how most of the sad songs were about pointless situationships and one actual ex, I assumed he was silently judging me. 

“I had gone on a few dates with this guy and I really thought he was into me but he just stopped responding to my texts. So, I felt like the only way to get over it was to write it out” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact with him. I wondered if he thought I was pathetic? Bad at making an album and love. He had never given me a reason to assume he was anything but kind, I just found myself judging everything I told him, afraid of ruining my delusional “chance” with him. 

“That guy’s an idiot.” He had responded after I had finished the story. “He didn’t deserve you…” Yoongi continued. I couldn’t think of a good response at the time and instead opted to smile at him, which he returned. Over time, Yoongi also started to slowly open up, which surprised me. 

After a month of talking about my personal life with Yoongi in between recording and mouthfuls of takeout food, I had assumed we would either end the night there or go back to work. 

“I remember the first song I ever wrote. It was about this girl in my class back in High School, I liked her. Always stared at her in class, but she never noticed me. Before we had graduated, I had noticed that she'd started dating some other guy. It crushed me and for the life of me, no matter how many weeks had passed…I just couldn't get over it. Over her. So, I started jotting down some of my thoughts and I somehow made a poem out of it. I had already been playing piano for a few years by that point, so I made a song out of it. That was when I realized I had a passion for music…” Yoongi explained. He was sitting next to me, his chair turned towards my own. Because of how quiet he always seemed, I assumed that behind his stoney exterior he did indeed have a softer side to him, which I was now seeing. 

“That's actually how I started writing music too.” I chimed in, tilting my head at him in amusement. “I liked some guy and he really never noticed me. I think I titled it ‘Unrequited Love’ or something stupid like that…” I laughed. He seemed intrigued as he looked at me with a sense of intensity. He always gave me these longing glances and I had never been sure if it was real or not. 

“How could anyone not notice you?” Yoongi said, not breaking eye contact. His voice was low, his computer screen long abandoned as it started to dim from a lack of inactivity. We had been talking for the last half hour after finishing up track six. I nervously laughed, shifting my weight in my seat. 

“I don't know…I’m nothing special.” I murmured, refusing to meet his gaze. I suddenly found myself hyper aware of the situation. Was he flirting with me? I thought as I quickly scanned his face, searching for any sign of humour, insincerity, something to stop me from fully falling down the rabbit hole, but he looked serious, almost pissied off. 

“That's bullshit.” He quickly responded, grabbing my hands, pulling my chair closer towards his own. “This whole past month, for the first time in years, I actually look forward to working with someone all night.” His thumb trailed over the top of my own, sending a shiver down my spine. “You're incredibly special to me.” He whispered, his gaze darting between my eyes and lips. I swallowed, also debating on whether I should look into his dark eyes or his lips. Before I could fully take in what was happening, we both leaned in, our lips joining together. Yoongi’s mouth moved against mine perfectly. I let a quiet moan slip past my lips as he sank his teeth down onto my lower lip. My hands traveled into his hair, while his own hands cupped my face.

I climbed into his lap and Yoongi swiveled his chair around so my back was against the edge of the desk. I could feel the heat forming between my legs as I gasped for air in between kisses. He moved his lips down to my neck, along with his hands which now settled onto my waist. He bit down on the skin of my neck, making me cry out his name. “Do you want to do this? We don't have to.” He said, moving his face away from my neck, but his hands stayed placed firmly on my waist, keeping me steady. 

“I want to.” I responded, moving the hair out of his eyes. “I've wanted to do this since the day I met you.” I confessed, a blush still finding a way to creep onto my cheeks, in spite of my compromised position. He nodded and smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before resuming his movements. First my shirt came off, followed by my jeans and bra. He carried me over and sprawled me out on the black leather couch in the back corner of the studio, removing his own clothes before all that was left between us was our underwear. We were both out of breath, panting, foreheads pressed together. 

“I'm crazy about you.” Yoongi said, staring into my eyes. He trailed his kisses all the way down to my panties, which he slowly removed, along with his own. He held my hands as he slipped in and out, he never broke eye contact other than the few times he tested his head in the crook of my neck. 

After he finished, he lay side by side for a few moments. My breathing steadied after a while, along with his own. Yoongi turned to face me, resting his head against his arm, using it like a pillow. 

“Do you want to spend the night with me?” He questioned, his face returning back to its blank expression I had become used to. I nodded, silently agreeing, instead of words opting to grab his hand and kiss it. 

We redressed, and I watched from the door as Yoongi shut his programs, equipment  and computer down, turning off the light and locking the door behind us. 

Inside of his apartment, it carried the same appearance of his studio. Nothing too bright, everything was a neutral color, a keyboard was set up against one of the walls in the living room of his apartment. He led me to the bedroom, and pulled out one of his t-shirts from his dresser drawers, handing it to me with a soft smile. Before we went to sleep, he held me in his arms and kissed the top of my forehead. “Thank you.” He whispered. I turned to face him, still in his arms. 

“For what?” I asked, caressing his cheek with my thumb. 

“For making me feel something again.” He answered as his eyes started to flutter closed. 

That next studio session I had with him came three days after we had slept together. The morning after, he drove me home and kissed me goodbye before I got out of the car. He promised to call me but he never did, but to be fair, I never reached out either. 

So when I showed up outside of his studio door, I found myself hesitant to knock. Was he disappointed in me? Was he not satisfied? I was suddenly embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that I had been so stupid as to sleep with the guy who was producing my album. Yoongi was my last chance and I foolishly found myself falling for him, I felt hopeless, like I had just ruined everything. 

When he opened the door, he didn’t smile this time. Instead he looked concerned. “Uh, hi.” Yoongi murmured, running a hand through his hair. He seemed like he was on edge, and I assumed he was just as uncomfortable as I was. 

“Hey, sorry I’m a little late.” I responded back. The truth was that I was in fact late, but only because I walked at a snail's pace all the way over here. I had been curious to see him and possibly get an answer as to why he had never called, but I was also dreading the inevitable reunion for that very reason. I was afraid of the answer I would receive. 

“It’s no big deal, come in.” He said, gesturing inside. I walked past him, immediately setting up my laptop, not wanting to waste anytime. We had already finished half the album by now, so regardless of what happened between Yoongi and I personally, I still had every intention of finishing this album, no matter how awkward it would probably become. Yoongi closed the door and sat down in his chair, clicking his computer mouse a few times, most likely opening up all of his programs. “So, I was thinking we could get through two songs tonight? Then we’ll only have four left…” He proposed, scrolling through the list of demos we hadn’t started work on yet. 

“Sounds good.” I nodded, doing my own fair share of clicking and typing. I was trying to play off any feelings of rejection. I found it ironic how just a month ago, I had told him about my experience getting ghosted by a guy. He had said that the guy who never called me back was an idiot, so why did he end up doing the very thing he disapproved of. 

An hour into the session, halfway through the first song, he took off his headphones and turned to me. “Y/n, I know you’re mad at me and I know I don’t really have an excuse for not calling but all I can say is that I feel horrible about it.” My eyes went wide as I listened to him try to explain his side of the story. “I panicked. I don’t do relationships. Especially with someone I’m working with. I meant everything I said to you. I am crazy about you, you have to believe me. I didn’t call but I was thinking about you the whole time.” He pleaded. Here was the answer to my questions. Not because he regretted it, or that I wasn’t good enough for him. No, instead it was all him. He felt guilty, he was thinking about me. 

“Yoongi…I felt horrible about myself. You slept with me and never called. THe whole time I was thinking you hated every minute you spent with me.” I whispered, my head lowered. He shook his head in disapproval of my words. 

“That wasn’t it at all. It’s me, I should’ve been honest with you.” Yoongi said, sincerity evident in his expression. 

“So you don’t want a relationship?” I asked, feeling like I already knew the answer. 

“I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have or make promises I can’t keep.” Yoongi responded, holding my hand in his own and giving it a tight squeeze. “I still want to produce your album for you if you’ll let me. I understand if things are too weird.” He said, sighing in defeat. My heart sank, I had felt something so different with Yoongi. He was unlike anyone I had met before. He made me feel special, he shared the same passions and experiences as me, yet here was the guy I had been waiting for right in front of me, yet he couldn’t be mine. How could I continue to work with him if I still had feelings for him? I’m singing about love and heartbreak, and the guy that’s currently causing all of it is outside of the recording booth, creating all of the instrumentals. I blinked away the few stray tears I could feel forming, making sure I didn’t show any emotion. 

“Yeah, I’d still like to work with you. But after we’re done with the album, I hope you understand why I probably won’t want to keep in touch.” I could see a pang of longing flash in his eyes. Or maybe I imagined it. He gave me a subtle smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes before he turned his attention back to his computer screen, putting his headphones back on. After tonight, only four more tracks, and then I’ll never see him again…

~

{A/N: PART TWOOOOOOOOO. Don't have much to say other than I'm sorry if I missed a typo. I wrote half of this on my phone but I hope I got everything. Also, why tf are sex scene so awkward to write lmao. I hope it wasn't too cringey lol, but I promised smut so this is my attempt. Okay anyways, part three coming soon, have a good day/night, I love you and mwahhhhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

Part One

Summary: Y/n is an aspiring singer just trying to finish her album. She'd met with various producers, to varying degrees of failure. So, when her old friend Namjoon recommends the services of his underground producer friend Min Yoongi, Y/n begins working with him and finds herself caring about more than just her album.

I wrapped myself in my own embrace, pulling the ends of my hoodie sleeves fully over my hands in an effort to keep myself warm. It was at the very least 80 degrees outside, too warm for a hoodie one would say. But in Yoongi’s studio, it felt as if it was in the single digits.

I thought back to what he had told me when we had first met. “It’s to keep the equipment cool.” He had explained the first time I stepped foot into his sanctuary. I had become well acquainted with the freezing temperature in that studio over the three months I had worked with Yoongi. At first it was all professional, but slowly something changed. As the album neared completion, we’d find ways to delay finishing it. We needed to re-record finished songs, rewrite perfectly fine lyrics, or demos and their backups would somehow disappear off of the computer which would make us start from scratch. Eventually, the excuses ran dry and I found myself spending nights in his bed instead of his studio. And to think that if Namjoon had never recommended me, Yoongi wouldn’t have come into my life.

I had bumped into Namjoon at my neighborhood bookstore. We made the rounds of small talk, eventually asking about each other’s recent whereabouts and job prospects. “Actually, I have all of these demos of these songs I’ve been trying to turn into a full fledged album.” I awkwardly mentioned. For some reason, being able to say I was making an album was hard to believe and seemed too far-fetched at times. I didn’t believe in myself and because of that I assumed others didn’t either.

“Y/n, that’s great. I knew you’d get around to it.” Namjoon congratulated me, nudging my arm with his fist. “Who are you working with, or are you going the independent route?” I glanced up at the ceiling, debating on if I should tell him the full story of my struggle to find a good producer.

“I might have to go independent, which means the album is going to sound like shit…” I sighed.

“What do you mean? You can’t find anyone.” Namjoon questioned, leaning against the end of the bookshelf. Ironically, we were situated in the self-help section.

“It’s not that I can’t find a producer. There’s plenty of shitty producers. The issue is that no one gets my vision. This album is my baby, my passion project and I get it. I'm no celebrity but that;s not why I’m making this album, it’s just for me. To prove that I can put my energy into a cohesive body of work, you know?” I ranted. Namjoon shook his head, seemingly lost in thought. I assumed he didn’t care and started to mentally plot my escape out of this now awkward run in with an old friend.

“Y/n, I think I know somebody who could help you out. I think the two of you would hit it off…professionally speaking.” He created himself, clearing his throat as he pulled out his phone. “His name is Yoongi. He produces for small artists, but he’s pretty selective about who he works with. He used to work at a record label but he quit and now he does his own thing. He has a studio and everything so it’s a legit set up. I’ll give you his number, unless you want me to reach out and mention you instead?” He glanced up at me, pausing his frantic swiping and typing on his phone.

“What do you suggest?” I questioned desperately. I felt as if the mention of this Yoongi guy was a last ditch effort to get this album made and I didn’t want to mess anything up.

“How about I give him a call for you, tell him about your situation and from there, if he’s interested, he’ll contact you on his own?” I eagerly nodded in agreement, giving Namjoon a thankful hug.

“Joon, why don’t you just produce my album instead, you still do music right?” I pleaded. Having Namjoon produce my music would be much more comfortable. He had been one of the first people to encourage me to take singing more seriously, not just use my voice solely for karaoke.

“No can do. I quit music once I got my masters, now I teach at a university.”

I giggled, remembering Namjoon crunching the numbers and decided on making a career switch so he could afford his rent for once.

“Oh right, I forgot, now you’re a professor.” I teased.

“Almost a professor, still have a few more years before I can officially teach on my own.” He interjected. “Anyways, I’ll call Yoongi tonight, but I definitely think he’d be interested in working with you.”

By the next morning, I noticed a voicemail from a number I didn’t recognize. I must’ve missed the call while I was in the shower, I thought to myself as I played back the message.

Hi, this is Yoongi calling for Y/n, Namjoon recommended you and said you’re looking for a producer? If you’re interested in meeting up to discuss your album, give me a call back.

My heart raced, a mix of pure excitement and nerves rattled my system. Everything felt so real all of a sudden. Maybe this guy will really help me finish this album? I thought.  All I want is for someone to see the same vision as me and I was really hoping Namjoon was right for recommending Yoongi.

I immediately called him back and scheduled to meet at a coffee shop, eager to get dressed and head out of the door, yet nervous to meet this mysterious producer face to face.

I had been in contact with many producers over the past year, some of which either ghosted me before we even had a chance to talk in person, others who creeped me out or simply had too different of a vision than mine. I was hoping Yoongi would be the last one I would have to meet. I made it to the coffee shop early, assuming I had beat him to it. As I walked inside the little bell above the door going off, signaling another customer, I realized I had an issue. I had no idea who this Yoongi guy was, and more specifically I never got a physical description of him, Yoongi also never got a description of me. Just in case Yoongi had arrived even earlier than me, I scanned the shop, looking for a man sitting alone, hoping that he would see me and call me over.

I wasn’t sure if I should wait to order a coffee without him, so instead I grabbed a table in the middle of the room, glancing at the time on my phone as I began to wait for him. It was exactly a minute later when I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to turn around and look at the stranger. “Hi, are you Y/n? I saw you walk in and sit, you looked like you were waiting for somebody so I assumed it was you…I’m Yoongi.” He had an expressionless face. He wore a pair of very baggy ripped jeans and a long sleeved black shirt, his black hair was a little grown out and contrasted well with how pale he appeared to be. I hated to be unprofessional, but the first thought that appeared in my mind was that I found him to be incredibly attractive.

I stood up, giving him a friendly wave. “Yes, yes, that’s me. It’s nice to finally meet you since Namjoon really hyped you up.” I joked, to which he just nodded. A small, barely there smile was painted on his lips. It seemed like he was trying to keep up the stone cold appearance, which made him even more intriguing.  He handed me a small coffee, which surprised me.

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for you…” I shook my head adamantly, taking a sip of the coffee to show my appreciation.

“Oh, not at all, I actually thought of doing the same thing if I got here first.”

I had honestly assumed I was early, but I guess he did in fact beat me to it.

“I know you showed up early, but I wanted to get here first so I could order, but I like the fact you tried to beat me here. It lets me know that you’re pretty serious about this.” We then proceeded to spend the next hour or so talking about the album. I had explained all of my troubles so far, trying to find the right person to see the potential in this album. He had sat across from me at the table, just silently absorbing everything I was saying.

“I noticed you brought your laptop, do you have any demos on there?” He asked, glancing down at my bag.

“Yeah, I have a whole folder with demos on my laptop.” I explained, reaching down into the bag and pulling out the laptop in question. “Do you want to hear a specific song or should I just play something random?” I asked, looking at the screen as I scrolled through the folder.

“Play the song you feel the strongest connection towards.” He responded, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. I moved the laptop across the table and closer to him, and hit play on my favorite demo. It was a song about rejection, something I had written a few years ago but continued to go back and rewrite every time someone passed on the album. It was a sad song, but it was the song that closely resembled my struggles.

He closed his eyes as he listened, meanwhile I couldn’t help but fixate on him. His body language, the way his eyebrows scrunched together, his head nodding along with the strumming of the guitar in the demo. When the song finally finished, he opened his eyes and leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes. “Can you be at my studio tomorrow night?” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Really? You’ll work with me?” I asked excitedly. He smiled again, sliding the computer back across the table.

“I’ll send you the address. See you tomorrow night at 9pm.”

Yoongi had explained to me during that very first studio session that he got his best work done at night. As somewhat of a night owl myself, I understood where he was coming from. I remember just how frigid it had felt in his studio that very first day. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, which made me wrap my arms around my body in an effort to stay warm. Yoongi took note of this, and offered me a spare hoodie he kept in his studio.

“It completely blanked me to tell you about the temperature here, I’m sorry.” He apologized, handing me the spare hoodie. “It’s to keep the equipment cool.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I’ll just remember to bring a jacket next time.” I responded back, taking a seat in the chair next to his. He booted up his computer and turned on some of his audio equipment. Again, I found myself content with just looking at him, watching him work.

“So, why wasn’t any other producer a good fit?” He asked, swiveling his chair to face my direction.

I sighed, trying to find the words. “Other people I’ve tried to work with always end up hijacking the project. Then I feel like it’s not my own music, it’s as if someone else took it over and it leaves me feeling like I don’t own it anymore.” He hummed in agreement.

“I get it. I used to work at a record label and typically, I had to work with a group of other producers when working on a song. Everytime I had an idea or a vision for a song, someone else would find a way to take it over and I felt like I made no contribution. The songs never had my signature touch, someone else always found a way to take over the song. It was never fair which was why I ended up leaving and going independent.”

“You don’t regret it right?” I asked curiously.

“Regret what? Leaving? Not at all, it was the best thing I ever did.” He responded, gesturing to all of the equipment in front of him. “I don’t work with celebrities anymore, but I enjoy working with genuine musicians who have an obvious passion. When I worked at the record label, you would always see a huge difference in an artist when they were recording their first and second albums. They always acted giddy and asked tons of questions while recording the first album. If the first one sold well and they got the chance to record a second one, it was almost as if the passion drained out of them. That’s why I like working with people who stay under the radar.” It all started to make sense to me. Why he chose to stay so quiet, only working with people who seeked him out themselves or got recommended to him.

“What if someone hears an album you produced and wants to sign someone?” I questioned.

“I mean, it’s their album so they can do as they please. But I don’t produce these bodies of work with the intention of getting someone signed. I don’t promote anything I do.”

“So how do you make money if these albums don’t bring in attention?” I found myself following up. Everything he said made me more and more curious.

“I work as a DJ at a radio station during the day. That’s also why I scheduled this at night.” He responded back, still typing and clicking away at his computer.

“Wow, you’re just full of surprises.” I laughed, watching him open up all of his programs needed for the session.

“Art has become too greedy, I just try to keep it simple, that’s all.” He shrugged, motioning with his hand for me to give him my laptop. That night we got two songs done. I left the next morning wanting to know even more about him. I knew I should’ve been thinking about the album, but I couldn’t help myself. The first month flew by fast, and we progressed halfway through the album. Sometimes we'd spend a majority of the night just talking, not getting much work done. I never minded it though and find myself having fun with him. We rarely spoke on the days we didn't work together, but I found it disappointing every time I got a text from him reading that he was sorry for talking so much, and that he found it unprofessional. Every time I assumed I had broken down a wall, he seemed to put it back up, always saying he needed to be more professional despite my lack of protest. I needed to put my feeling aside and just focus on the album. Another month and it should be a wrap, right?

{A/N: In honor of Yoongi's upcoming discharge date, I wanted to write a Yoongi fanfic. It was intended to be one singular fic, but I've decided to break it up into three parts. Second part might be smutty, idk...Okay, anyways, have a great day or night, I love you and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

I love seeing them so happy! So glad they were able to stick together throughout their military time and congratz to tae and joonie too🥹💜now we just need yoongi!!!!!!

JIMIN & JUNGKOOK Military Discharge | 250611

[avianyuh]

Small World | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: After being ditched by your friends, your coworker Taehyung invites you to a weekend hang out at his apartment where you end up running into someone unexpected.

word count: 3k

I had avoided checking my phone all day. I knew the minute I’d inevitably skim through Instagram, I would be bombarded by pictures of my past friend group’s summer trip that I was seemingly “left out” of the planning for. Six years of friendship went to waste and I was left all throughout the month of June with nothing to do but sit on my couch, green with envy over everything I was missing out on. 

All I could do was focus on work, which was actually surprisingly easy to do since I had a few really great coworkers. One of which, going by the name of Taehyung. We both waited tables at a restaurant, which upon my move to the city after college was the only place willing to hire me as a fresh graduate with no job experience past some part time retail work in High School and university. We both bonded over feeling out of place in our twenties, banding together to “fuck our timelines” we had expected to be halfway done by our midtwenties. In reality, I learned that being an adult is harder than it looked and I look back and laugh at how diluted my version of adulthood was back when I was a teenager. 

I lived with a roommate I barely knew. Most of the conversations revolved around when the rent would be due. I was working a job that wasn’t aligned with my major and I was still single. Now, on top of everything else, it seemed like my friendships were falling apart all because I couldn’t afford the Europe summer trip, hence my friends thought I should be punished and be made to feel more broke than I already was. That’s why my growing friendship with Taehyung started to become more important. 

“I can’t believe that they would post all the highlights knowing you’re sitting at home looking at the pictures. That’s fucked up.” Taehyung shook his head in disapproval as we chatted in the break room, quickly trying to eat our meals before the dinner rush came in. “Out of all the things you’ve mentioned over the past year I’ve worked with you, this one takes the cake.” I let out a sigh of relief, hearing him agree that my friends were being inconsiderate, I felt less crazy and more validated. 

“I get that they want to post about the trip, but they didn’t even try to compromise with me when I asked them if we could pick a more budget-friendly location. They told me it was my fault I wasn’ working somewhere better by now.” I ranted, watching as Taehyung’s eyes went wide. 

“Fuck them” Taehyung said with a mouth full of sandwich. “Which friend was the one who told you to not wear green again?” I laughed, thinking back to the time I told him about a passive aggressive conversation I had with a friend from university. 

“Riley, she told me green made me look wide.” I said, with an emphasis on the word wide. 

“You want my honest opinion.” Taehyung asked, leaning in across the table. “I think you’re better off without them…they seem fake.” My eyes softened as I reached for his hand across the tiny break room table, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Thanks Tae, that means a lot.” I said, grateful to have someone who actually understood me. Then we both stood up and tied on our work aprons before starting our shifts. 

After a few hours of enduring some nice people out to eat with friends, family or alone, and of course the nasty, cranky crowd, I was officially exhausted and ready to clock out. “Heading home?” I asked Taehyung who was standing behind me as I finished punching out. 

“Yeah, I’m ready to just wash my face and go to bed. My feet are killing me.” He complained as he also punched out. We always walked out together if we were working the same shift. Most of the staff had already left, but we tried to wait for each other most nights. I threw my bag over my shoulder and pulled out my metrocard as we both headed down the sidewalk toward the subway. “Oh by the way, I’m having a little get together on Saturday night if you’re interested?” Taehyung piped up as we neared the corner, getting closer to the landmark we’d usually go our separate ways. 

“Really? That sounds fun, I don’t think I’m doing anything that night so maybe I’ll come.” I answered, trying to rake through my mind on any prior engagements I may have already signed up for on Saturday. 

“Well, I hope you can make it. It’ll just be a few of my friends, a lot of those artsy types I keep telling you about.” I smiled, Taehyung was very into anything artistic, frequently blowing money meant for his savings on paintings from artists around the city. He always backed up the purchase by saying he needed to support other struggling people. Taehyung’s ultimate goal was to sustain himself off of his own art one day, and eventually stop waiting tables. I really wished that he’d sucker some rich guy into buying one of his pieces one day so he’d never have to work another day in his life. An ex boyfriend I had dated back in High School was also pretty artsy, but he took the musical route. I spent many nights in his room watching him play guitar, or sing to me while we were driving somewhere. We broke up right before graduation after he told me he was moving to LA with a few of his friends, in search of getting signed. I hadn’t heard from him in years and remembered feeling pretty hurt that he dumped me two days before graduation. I thought about him sometimes, even looking him up on Instagram, but he had stopped posting two years ago, so I wasn’t sure about his whereabouts anymore. 

Taehyung and I hugged and said goodbye and by the time I made it home, he had already sent me his address. Everyone’s coming at 7, but come over a little earlier if you want, he had texted. 

By Saturday I was sitting on Taehyung’s couch, music playing softly in the background as we laughed and talked. Taehyung gave me a run down of the people coming over. There was Julie, who had blue and purple ombre hair, who was working at a boutique downtown. Cami, a friend of Taehyung’s who worked at another restaurant who I had actually met a few times. Then there was Jimin, who most people viewed as charming, who worked as a choreographer. Taehyung said that Jimin might’ve been bringing a friend of his, but Taehyung didn’t know who. I loved meeting new people, and especially now considering my last text to my group had gone unanswered, I chose to ignore the pit of disappointment in my stomach and try to have fun. We’d just be sitting and talking, with some food and alcohol spread out on the coffee table in front of the couch. Taehyung had put in a lot of effort. We continued to sip out of our glasses and talk until the buzzer went off, signaling the first person to arrive. 

Cami was the first to show up, greeting both Taehyung and I with a warm smile. She had long, wavy hair and had appeared to have dyed it a honey blonde since the last time I had seen her. She plopped down on the seat next to me as I handed her a glass, catching up on our lives. Soon after Julie arrived, bringing her uninvited boyfriend with her who sat silently next to her most of the night. Taehyung gave Cami and I the side eye as Julie’s boyfriend glanced down at his phone, not even bothering to say hello. 45 minutes later, the buzzer rang again, and Taehyung stood up from his seat, “I wonder who that could be…” he questioned sarcastically. According to Julie, Jimin was always late, even when he promised to be on time. 

I stood up to stretch my legs and grab some more ice for my glass from the kitchen while Taehyung answered the door. I could hear the sound of the door opening and closing, as everyone jokingly cheered and yelled “Jimin!” I crept back in and to my seat, glancing over at Jimin, who was dressed in ripped jeans and a dark t-shirt. He was definitely attractive, which was probably what Taehyung meant when he said Jimin was a charmer. But what really caught my eye was the shadowy figure still standing in the hallway. He was more built than Jimin, and he had hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. I couldn’t see his face, but could make out the outlines of some of the tattoos that adorned his arms. I squinted, leaning forward, waiting for him to fully come into the light. “Who’s that behind you?” Taehyung asked, playfully shoving Jimin out of the way. I gasped, feeling my heart stop as I got a full view of him. There he was, my ex-boyfriend. The boy he dumped me, told me he couldn’t be with me, said he needed to travel, get out of our small town and go somewhere he could be a serious musician. 

“Hey, I’m Jungkook.” He said shyly, extending his hand for Taehyung to shake. But as he turned his attention away from Taehyung and stepped further into the apartment, removing his shoes by the front door, he must’ve gone through the same shock as me when his eyes met mine. It looked as if he had seen a ghost. Stunned, standing maybe 15 feet away from me. It felt as if no one else was in the room as our eyes locked, almost as if we were in a staring contest. Jimin nudged him, gesturing for him to follow his lead and sit down. I fidgeted nervously in my seat as Jungkook sat on the other side of the sectional, directly facing me. I took a sip of my drink, wishing the alcohol would calm my growing nerves. I tried to not look at him, instead half heartedly focused on whatever Cami was talking about with the rest of the group, but it was no use. I couldn’t pay attention knowing the guy who broke my heart was sitting on the other side of me. I leaned over, whispering in Taehyung’s ear that I was going to go use the bathroom. He patted my knee in acknowledgement, smiling at me as I got up and left the room. I tried to catch my breath as I walked down the hallway. I shut the bathroom door behind me, turning on the light and leaning over the sink. Not long after, there was a knock on the door, to which I didn’t respond. I knew who was on the other side of that door. 

“I’m coming in.” Jungkook said in a low voice. He shut the door behind him as he leaned his back against it. He didn’t say anything and neither did I, again just staring at each other. I scanned his body, taking in everything that had changed about him in the past few years. The tattoos that were displayed all over his arms and hands. The way his black hair was perfectly tousled, and his arms had become more muscular. He had always been very competitive and athletic, so I wasn’t surprised to see how fit he still was after all these years. I also took in the new addition of a lip piercing, which made him even more attractive. His eyes still gave off the sense of innocence, but they seemed a bit duller. Back when we had dated, everytime he talked about music or sang, his eyes were filled with hope, if that makes sense. Now his eyes seemed somewhat tired. I shifted against the bathroom counter, biting my lip. All you could hear was our breathing. Finally, I broke the silence. 

“I, uh, can’t believe we ran into each other.” I said in disbelief. 

“Small world, I guess.” Jungkook joked, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked around the tiny bathroom, thinking about what he was going to say. “I didn’t know you moved to New York City? I guess that explains why I haven’t seen you around when I go to visit my parents back home.” He said, his gaze focusing back on me. 

“Yeah, I don’t really go back home that often, it’s hard to get time off, my manager gives me a hard time.” I explained, to which he nodded in understanding. 

“Where do you work?” Jungkook questioned curiously. 

“At a restaurant, that’s how I met Taehyung.” Jungkook swallowed hard, shifting his weight, and standing up straight.

“So, is he your boyfriend?” He asked, pointing his thumb behind him outside of the bathroom. I was surprised that he would ask, assuming he wouldn’t care if I was dating Taehyung or not. But I could sense a kind of desperation in his eyes as he anxiously awaited my answer. His breathing became more shallow and he nervously tapped his pointer finger against his chin, a nervous habit he had back when I had known him years ago. 

“No, just a friend.” I shook my head. I could hear him let out a deep breath, which for some reason made me feel good. Knowing after all this time, there was still something there. I inched toward him, trying to make it seem like I was just moving in place. Maybe I shouldn’t step closer to him? I wondered in my head. “I thought you were living in LA?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“LA fell through two years ago, and I got a job playing in a band up here. I had a record deal but it fell through back in LA so I just figured it was time to move.” He shrugged, moving his hands into his pockets. 

“I kept up with you online for a few years. I really wanted everything to work out for you…” I said quietly. 

“I’m sorry about the way I ended things.” Jungkook said, moving closer towards me. “I was a stupid kid and believe me, not even trying to make it work with you has been one of my biggest regrets.” He whispered, standing right in front of me. His eyes were filled with remorse and I subconsciously found myself reaching for the free hand he had taken out of his pocket. I ran my thumb over his as I pursed my lips together. 

“Jungkook…I’ve missed you.” I murmured, “I never thought I’d see you again.” Our bodies were now firmly pressed up against each other. He scooped me up and lifted me onto the edge of the bathroom counter. I could feel his muscles tense, his skin was soft. He cupped my face, his nose against my own. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, letting his thumb rub against my cheek. 

“Mhm”, I interjected before his lips crashed against mine. His lip piercing was cold upon contact. It felt as if we were 18 again, as his hands abandoned my face and crept under my shirt. His tongue entered my mouth, The only sound heard came from our kisses and the moans that left my throat. I’m sure he could taste the alcohol on my lips. My hands slip down his toned chest, resting on his belt buckle. He pulled away for a second, looking into my eyes, now with a new sort of intensity before begging to trail kisses down my neck. I tried to stifle the moans fighting to come out of me as I closed my eyes, focused on the air hitting the wet kisses he was leaving on my body. My fingers slipped through the belt, started to tug at it. 

“Y/n, I don’t think it’s appropriate to have sex in your friend’s bathroom.” He joked in between kisses. I opened my eyes and laughed as he lifted his head back up. I pressed my forehead against his own before pressing a soft kiss to his full lips. 

“You know everyone out there wondering why we’re in the bathroom together right?” I stated, trying to distract myself from the heat growing between my legs. I needed him, but I knew now wasn’t the right place. 

“Fuck em’. Let’s just leave and we can explain it tomorrow.” Jungkook said, a smile forming on his lips. 

“And what exactly am I supposed to tell Taehyung? That I left his apartment early to go have sex with my ex-boyfriend?” As I said it, I felt myself start to sober up as I started to think about my current predicament. If we had sex? What would happen after? Does that mean we’re back together? Will he want to keep in touch? I suddenly became angry at myself. How could I be so stupid, sleeping with a guy I hadn’t spoken to in years. It’s true that I frequently thought of him and I checked his accounts to see if he had posted or had moved on. But realistically, how easy would it be to pick up from where we left off years ago? Maybe I was drunk and in my feelings over my friends that I had unintentionally thrown away my better judgment. 

Jungkook kept his arms around my waist, but stepped back a bit so he could get a better view of my face. “Y/n, what do you want to tell him? What are we doing here?” He asked, which took me by surprise. I wanted to be honest with him. Being able to see him again and feeling that same chemistry after all that time apart, I knew what I wanted to say to him. 

“Jungkook, I want to try this again.” I answered, to which he moved closer again. His hand caressed my cheek as his lips molded against mine again. 

“I do too.” He said after pulling away. 

-

{A/N: OMG, guys I feel so bad, I disappeared again. Truthfully, I was suffering from a mix of writers block, finals and a shitty personal life. But this story idea popped into my mind and I knew I had to write this shit down right away and I absolutely love this story and I hope you do too! Jungkook is just one of those guys where I can see him fitting into so many different scenarios/tropes and reconnecting with a guy from your past is my favorite and something I'm manifesting for myself lol. But seriously, I hope you enjoyed this. JK is my favorite to write about besides Yuta, stories with him as a character seem to come pretty natural idk why. Also, this story will be posted on my AO3 page for those who like to read on there. As for a writing schedule, I DO plan on writing this summer, but I'm not sure if it was be posts every two weeks like I'm used to, I'm trying to not burn out, but just know I'm always trying to come up with new story ideas. As always, I love you all so so much, thank you for continuing to read my work while I've been inactive. I'm always here! Have a great day/night and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

thank you for including Introvert!!🥹💜🩷

jungkook in multiverse: fanfics recommendation 💌

Your neighbour? Spiderman? Best friend? Husband? Idol? Your dead ex? Yeah, he can be that guy.

ps: thank you authors! love you guys. so much. your stories means the world to me <3 (like this is art piece! no joke

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🌟 peach and vanilla lip balm by @httpknjoon | genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au | completed

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🌟Third Time's the Charm by @jjungkookislife | ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader | genre: crack, exes to lovers | completed

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

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🌟Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover | Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+) | completed

summary:  You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

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🌟to be loved is to be seen by @twilghtkoo | pairings. idol!jungkook x reader | genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, idol!au | completed

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summary: It's been 5 years since you've last been on the dating app - checkmate. The premise of the app is quite simple: enter your bucket list, and the algorithm finds your best mate to check off your bucket list goals. With a free premium pity membership given by the app, maybe its time to hop back onto the dating scene.

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🌟está dañada by @aquagustd | genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut | neighbor au, slow burn, singer!JK | completed

summary: life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

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🌟 the jeons (gym daddy) by @justarkive | family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff | ongoing

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

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🌟Blame Morpheus for your sins by @voitier | [mini-series!] friends to lovers, college au | ongoing

summary: 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽... you and jungkook had been attached by the hip since you were little toddlers learning how to live in your own bodies, which led you two to spend most (if not all) of your life together. one weird dream makes your whole view about your best friend change. how will you live with that?

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🌟the lunchbox delivery by @jincapableoflove | genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff | ongoing | drabble

summary: jungkook, your soft yet badass househusband, goes on a city-wide mission—apron and all—to deliver the lunch you forgot in your morning rush.

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🌟shameless by @kooktrash | genre/au: gym instructor!y/n x jungkook. infidelity au. obsessive [she/her. afab] yandere | completed

summary: unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

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🌟long way home by @sparklingchim | genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers | tropes: single dad jk, boxer!jk, !angst! | completed

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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🌟Assistant Boy by @httpjungkookcom | Genre: assistant boy!jungkook x desk receptionist!reader, smut | completed

summary: Summary | sitting pretty at a desk all day gets boring, dealing with minimal tasks and check ins. you're unbelievably excited when a new assistant joins the office. and said assistant is a pretty boy with an even prettier personality.

🌟 lovenotes by @voyter | neighbor au. secret admirer koo | completed

summary: trying your hardest to avoid valentine’s day, you suddenly find yourself at the center of it when a secret admirer starts leaving notes at your door.

🌟 Baby Girl by @euno11a | Pairing: DILF!Jungkook x PreSchool Teacher!Reader | ongoing

summary: You always gave yourself one rule, never fall for a single dad. It would be messy and you’d never be his number one. So why did your favourite kid’s dad have to be so hot?

🌟 Broke Boy, Fake Girlfriend by @aajjks | genre: 18+, crack, roommate au | fake dating \ completed

summary: Your annoying roommate, Jungkook’s shameless fake dating act goes hilariously wrong when he thinks he can charm you into paying for his café splurge, but you turn the tables with some dangerously sweet flirtation.

🌟Dentist appointment by @hellokittykookies | genre: fluff | completed

summary: you’re scared of the dentist and jungkook comes with you to cheer you up. Unexpected words come out of you after the appointment.

🌟Instagram by @jeo9n | genre: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers | ongoing

summary: you’ve been texting jungkook on instagram non stop ever since he opened his account as a joke. but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually text you back.

🌟NO NUT NOVEMBER by @voyter | boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: jungkook and his friends are all in on the internet's most ridiculous trend: no nut november. but you’re determined to make your boyfriend lose — and you know just how to do it.

🌟Introvert by @avianyuh | completed

summary: Jungkook is an introvert. He enjoys seeing his friends, but he hates having to leave the house. When Jimin throws a birthday bash, Jungkook being one of his closest friends feels obligated to go. He has his whole night mapped out. He'll greet Jimin, eat some food and then leave once he's made small talk with the other guests. But when the party makes a detour and hits the club, Jungkook is plotting his escape route. Or at least he was until he met you.

🌟Winter things by @girlygguk | genre fluff, smut | golden retriever bf x black cat gf, long distance established relationship | completed

summary: it’s jungkook’s favorite time of year and the only thing on his list is you. getting to finally feel you, see you, meet you outside of his computer screen. now it’s happening. and, god, you’re even prettier in person.

🌟Hot Eve by @aajjks | smut, ex!boyfriend!jk | completed

summary: getting fucked raw by your ex boyfriend stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve.

🌟NOT JUST ON CHRISTMAS by @girlygguk | genre established relo, college au, fluff, smut | pairing nerdy!jk x gf!reader | completed

summary: he's the first boy you've ever brought home for christmas. jungkook's nervous. you're horny.

🌟Inkling by @gguksgalaxy | AU: Tattoo Artist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst | completed

summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

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🌟Better Than Him by @margotw10bis | roommate!Jungkook x reader | Genre: fake-dating; romance; smut; one-shot | completed

summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you and decides to bring his lover to the wedding you invited him to, you take vengeance by pretending you have a new boyfriend: your hot roommate.

[avianyuh]

DK as a boyfriend

His personality is the sun baby from teletubbies

I'm just kidding, that was me letting an intrusive thought win...

No but seriously, Seokmin is a ball of sunshine

(ps. I'm gonna be using DK and his actual name Seokmin interchangeably)

When you met, believe it or not, he might be a little shy around you.

Mainly because he thinks you're cute and he becomes hyper aware of how loud he is and how his energy is always at 100%

Basically, he doesn't want to scare you off.

But when you guys get to know each other.

And when he gets comfortable...

Prepare for a lot of screaming.

Btw, remember that he's technically an introvert (INFP)

***(introvert doesn't equal shy. introvert just means you have a social battery and it drains faster. the only way to recharge is to spend some time alone or be around people you're comfortable with. so yeah, DK is loud and happy and goofy at times, but remember he's probably at his most comfortable around the other members because they're all his brothers. they all understand each other and know each other's limits.) okay, explanation over.

But also a lot of hysterical laughing.

DK is the boyfriend that rolls on the floor with you while you both laugh to the point you have tears in your eyes.

And it's all because he made some stupid joke or threw something and didn't catch it in enough time.

Or he stubbed his toe and hit a high note.

Like, anything with him is comedy gold.

He's your happy pill, your personal source of sunshine and positivity.

But I feel like he could always see right through you

And once you're a couple, it'd be his sole mission to make sure that he keeps you happy and energized.

And your mood really influences his mood.

If you're having a bad day, that in turn makes him sad and though he tries to cheer you up, if that doesn't work, he gets upset knowing you're down about something.

It's really sweet. Then you pull yourself out of your rut to try to get DK happy again, which doesn't take much effort.

Would kill at karaoke.

I feel bad for whoever goes against him unless you're Seungkwan or Mariah Carey...

Definitely would sing you to sleep.

Honestly, would just constantly be singing.

Around the house, in the shower, in the car, literally anywhere.

And you tease him for it and call him a show off, which he scoffs at but you always see that smile he tries to conceal by looking down trying to cover his mouth.

Type of bf to send you deep text messages on a random Tuesday night at 10:53 pm

I think Seokmin would know pretty early on if you were a good match for him or not.

Do you make him happy?

Is he crazy about you?

And if he answers yes, then he's made up his mind.

So you'd probably meet the members, his family and friends early on.

I see him wanting a private relationship.

Just wants to protect you and the best way to do that is by not outright publicizing it.

Low key romantic because he's protective, ya know?

*yes, I'm using the iconic robe photo, YOUR WELCOME*

Shmexy shtuff🥵:

Hmmm

First of all, I know he's not the type to be shirtless but I just KNOW that man has a nice ass body. Like, have you seen his arms????He works out so, bedroom action with this man will be great.

like... look at those arms😫👇

I don't see DK as the type to do anything crazy in the bedroom

Probably a vanilla kinda dude

I could see him as the type to play music and get really attentive

I said he would be the type to send long, deep text messages

So, I think he'd be really into pillow talk

Long story short, I don't think DK is for the freaks...

~~~

{A/N: Uh...Heyyyyy. Wow, this is awkward. Soooooo, I've been gone for like two months. Really sorry about that guys. I had taken a short break from writing for awhile due to schoolwork. I know I say that a lot though. Yeah, headcanons don't make up for a lack of stories but this has been sitting in my drafts since January so I thought I'd finally finish it. The other thing is my writers block when it comes to fanfics. I had ideas but found it hard to find an idol to pick and envision for the story, idk if that makes sense. It's almost the end of my semester, I have finals coming up and I really miss writing on Tumblr. Side note; I've been listening to a lot of EXO and Got7 lately. It's been so much fun because I used to be a huge ahgase and exo-l back in middle and high school. Python is such a good song btw. I know someone had asked if I'd write for Got7 and idk, that might be on the horizon. Also, just remembered that I never finished writing Boring, so that'll be one of my summer projects. Okay, I promise to not disappear again. Love you and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

DK as a boyfriend

His personality is the sun baby from teletubbies

I'm just kidding, that was me letting an intrusive thought win...

No but seriously, Seokmin is a ball of sunshine

(ps. I'm gonna be using DK and his actual name Seokmin interchangeably)

When you met, believe it or not, he might be a little shy around you.

Mainly because he thinks you're cute and he becomes hyper aware of how loud he is and how his energy is always at 100%

Basically, he doesn't want to scare you off.

But when you guys get to know each other.

And when he gets comfortable...

Prepare for a lot of screaming.

Btw, remember that he's technically an introvert (INFP)

***(introvert doesn't equal shy. introvert just means you have a social battery and it drains faster. the only way to recharge is to spend some time alone or be around people you're comfortable with. so yeah, DK is loud and happy and goofy at times, but remember he's probably at his most comfortable around the other members because they're all his brothers. they all understand each other and know each other's limits.) okay, explanation over.

But also a lot of hysterical laughing.

DK is the boyfriend that rolls on the floor with you while you both laugh to the point you have tears in your eyes.

And it's all because he made some stupid joke or threw something and didn't catch it in enough time.

Or he stubbed his toe and hit a high note.

Like, anything with him is comedy gold.

He's your happy pill, your personal source of sunshine and positivity.

But I feel like he could always see right through you

And once you're a couple, it'd be his sole mission to make sure that he keeps you happy and energized.

And your mood really influences his mood.

If you're having a bad day, that in turn makes him sad and though he tries to cheer you up, if that doesn't work, he gets upset knowing you're down about something.

It's really sweet. Then you pull yourself out of your rut to try to get DK happy again, which doesn't take much effort.

Would kill at karaoke.

I feel bad for whoever goes against him unless you're Seungkwan or Mariah Carey...

Definitely would sing you to sleep.

Honestly, would just constantly be singing.

Around the house, in the shower, in the car, literally anywhere.

And you tease him for it and call him a show off, which he scoffs at but you always see that smile he tries to conceal by looking down trying to cover his mouth.

Type of bf to send you deep text messages on a random Tuesday night at 10:53 pm

I think Seokmin would know pretty early on if you were a good match for him or not.

Do you make him happy?

Is he crazy about you?

And if he answers yes, then he's made up his mind.

So you'd probably meet the members, his family and friends early on.

I see him wanting a private relationship.

Just wants to protect you and the best way to do that is by not outright publicizing it.

Low key romantic because he's protective, ya know?

*yes, I'm using the iconic robe photo, YOUR WELCOME*

Shmexy shtuff🥵:

Hmmm

First of all, I know he's not the type to be shirtless but I just KNOW that man has a nice ass body. Like, have you seen his arms????He works out so, bedroom action with this man will be great.

like... look at those arms😫👇

I don't see DK as the type to do anything crazy in the bedroom

Probably a vanilla kinda dude

I could see him as the type to play music and get really attentive

I said he would be the type to send long, deep text messages

So, I think he'd be really into pillow talk

Long story short, I don't think DK is for the freaks...

~~~

{A/N: Uh...Heyyyyy. Wow, this is awkward. Soooooo, I've been gone for like two months. Really sorry about that guys. I had taken a short break from writing for awhile due to schoolwork. I know I say that a lot though. Yeah, headcanons don't make up for a lack of stories but this has been sitting in my drafts since January so I thought I'd finally finish it. The other thing is my writers block when it comes to fanfics. I had ideas but found it hard to find an idol to pick and envision for the story, idk if that makes sense. It's almost the end of my semester, I have finals coming up and I really miss writing on Tumblr. Side note; I've been listening to a lot of EXO and Got7 lately. It's been so much fun because I used to be a huge ahgase and exo-l back in middle and high school. Python is such a good song btw. I know someone had asked if I'd write for Got7 and idk, that might be on the horizon. Also, just remembered that I never finished writing Boring, so that'll be one of my summer projects. Okay, I promise to not disappear again. Love you and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[avianyuh]

Soulmates | Jeon Wonwoo

word count: 367

“I think you’re my soulmate.” He said, our fingers intertwined as we lay side by side on his bed. He had his circle framed glasses on and the light from the bedside lamp reflected off of his lenses. The blinds were drawn up, but all you could see was darkness outside.

Normally, soulmates are viewed as some cheesy concept. Something stupid you’d say when you’re a teenager. But why? Don’t we all want to meet someone that feels so perfect. Almost like that person was specifically made for you? 

I think back to all of the times we’d find ourselves saying the same things. Or he’d recommend a book to me that I had already read. 

The times I’d glance at him and know exactly what was on his mind. 

The way we communicate by squeezing each other’s hands to let the other know if we want to stay out or go home. 

All the times he’s gone for work. Weeks at a time where we don’t see each other. I know he'll come back but always find it hard to fall asleep during those times. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, he still always found the time to send a text to check in, or sneak away to call. He’ll ask if I’m okay and if I’ve been eating enough… And though I act annoyed, I secretly love that he cares. 

In response to his confession, I turn my body onto my side so I'm fully looking at him now. Our hands are still glued together. "Yeah" I smile. "I think you're my soulmate too." Eyes locked on his as I plant my lips on his own. His kisses are always so familiar, yet delicate.

So there I am, in my boyfriend's bed with his lips on mine and I know there will never be another moment in time like this. Another time where I feel as wanted and as safe as I do right now.

But that’s what a soulmate is, your better half. The one person in the entire world who completes you. Who puts your mind at ease. The one you will always find your way back to time and time again. 

{A/N: Happy Valentines babes. Sorry I haven't posted much but just as I anticipated, I've been busy with school. I wanted to write something romantic for V Day and i have no manz at the moment and was a little in my feels about that😓 But I love Wonwoo in his circle lenses so I found a way to mention those lmao. Also I started a Substack (literally signed up today) to write on so I have a place to post my non fanfic content/stories. I'll link that in my bio pretty soon if anyone would like to read anything over there (it's free) Just subscribing to be on the email list would really help me and since I have over 700 followers on here I thought it'd be worth a shot to mention it. But anyways, most likely by the end of the month, I'll have up DK as a boyfriend. If not the end of the month then early March. Okay, as always, I love you and mwahhhhh💋}

[avianyuh]

Beautiful | Yuta Nakamoto

Summary: How do you avoid your boyfriend when you're having one of those "ugly" days?

word count: 1k

It was just one of those days. To put it blatantly, you were feeling ‘ugly’. Normally, on days like this you wouldn’t leave the house. Stay inside, wear one of your baggiest t-shirts and watch TV. Normally by the next morning you’d be feeling a lot better mentally and you’d resume life. Problem is, now you have a boyfriend. So it’s becoming increasingly harder to get in that alone time, especially on your ‘ugly’ days. 

This particular morning, after standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, staring at your reflection, squishing your face, rustling your hands through your hair, to no avail, your appearance wasn’t getting more attractive with each attempt to “depuff” your face and eyes or “volumize” your lifeless hair that seemed to look dull regardless of how many times you brushed through it. You felt like you had a weight in your stomach, seemingly feeling bloated all over your body. You didn’t want to be seen. All you wanted to do was cancel your plans and go back to bed and sleep an extra hour or two.

But before you could do that you had to cancel your date with Yuta. Upon dialing his number, he picked up on the second ring. “Baby? Everything okay, I’m heading to your place in a few minutes.” You felt your heart rate increase as you started to feel guilty. You knew this was his one free week this month, normally he’s so busy, but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun in your current state, especially with how sluggish you felt mentally. 

“Uh, Yuta I’m sorry this is so last minute but I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel good…Maybe you should keep your distance from me until I feel better.” It was a half truth. You weren’t necessarily sick, but you also didn’t feel your best. 

“What’s wrong? Is your throat sore? Is it your stomach?”, he grilled you for answers, his voice laced with concern for your well being evident. You raked your brain for a believable answer, you really did hate lying but you felt that if you told the truth he would find your reason stupid. You also didn’t want your very attractive boyfriend to see you in your not so attractive state. 

“A little of everything…”you murmured, trying to sound sick. The line was silent for a few seconds before he responded. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll drop by anyways just to check up on you.” Your eyes went wide as you started to plead with him. 

“No,no, Yuta please I’m okay, I just really don’t want you to get sick.”  Again, the line went silent for a few seconds before he started to speak again. 

“If you insist,” he sighed. “I love you” he said as he told you he’d check in later in the day. You threw the phone down on your bed as you let out a shaky breath, thanking the universe for letting that go relatively well. You proceeded with your routine as normal. Big t-shirt, parked on the couch and ready to watch TV. A few hours into your day of hiding, you heard a knock at the door. Now considering you had placed a takeout order, you assumed that was who was standing outside. But to your surprise upon opening the door, you were not met with the delivery driver, but your boyfriend. 

He stood there with a big smile, as you gasped. “Y/N, I know you said I shouldn’t come over but you really got me worried. I just had to make sure you were okay.” Yuta explained as he stepped inside and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead before placing the back of his hand on the side of your cheek. “Hm.” He hummed as he performed the same action on your other cheek. ‘You don’t feel warm, so I guess that’s a good sign.” He grabbed your hand as he led you back to the couch. He covered you back in your blanket you had tossed to the other end when you got up to answer the door. “Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as he sat next to you. He was as close to you as he possibly could be, which you found amusing considering he was under the impression that you were sick, yet he didn’t seem to care about his own health at all. He was just so focused on getting all of the facts from you. 

“I ordered some food, that’s who I thought was at the door.” You answered. 

“That’s good, that means you have an appetite.” He nodded approvingly. “So what is it then that’s bothering you? Do we have to go to the doctors?” His eyes stared into your own with so much intensity and concern. You felt like you could crack at any moment as the guilt started to creep in for lying to him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook your head no. 

“Yuta I’m fine. I think I’m just having an off day.” He caressed your cheek with one hand as he moved you in closer with the other. 

“Was that it all along? So you’re not sick?” He smiled as you hid your face in his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I feel kinda bad about myself and I really wasn’t feeling confident enough to see you today. I feel sort of…ugly?” You explained, face still buried in his shoulder so your explanation came out kind of muffled. Yuta lifted your head up so you were looking at him. 

“How could you ever be ugly? You’re gorgeous.” He whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were gentle against your lips. Slowly, he started to trail his kisses down your chin, then even further down to your neck. Suddenly, all of those doubts, all of those negative feelings you woke up with, were beginning to fade as his kisses traveled further and further down your body. HIs hands intertwined with yours. You had never felt so beautiful. 

{A/N: Basically, when I have writer's block, the only man who can get me out of my procrastination is Yuta. Been loyal to that BEAUTIFUL man since 2018 lmao. I know I've been writing a lot of BTS and SVT stories lately and I've been having a lot of fun (thank you for all of the engagement, you guys really now how to make a girl feel special💓) But the only person I really want to write for in NCT is Yuta and occasionally Jaehyun at this point. Considering the past year, I have trust issues with NCT. But in February, expect more BTS, SVT and idk maybe another group. As always mwahhhh💋}

[avianyuh]

Beautiful | Yuta Nakamoto

Summary: How do you avoid your boyfriend when you're having one of those "ugly" days?

word count: 1k

It was just one of those days. To put it blatantly, you were feeling ‘ugly’. Normally, on days like this you wouldn’t leave the house. Stay inside, wear one of your baggiest t-shirts and watch TV. Normally by the next morning you’d be feeling a lot better mentally and you’d resume life. Problem is, now you have a boyfriend. So it’s becoming increasingly harder to get in that alone time, especially on your ‘ugly’ days. 

This particular morning, after standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, staring at your reflection, squishing your face, rustling your hands through your hair, to no avail, your appearance wasn’t getting more attractive with each attempt to “depuff” your face and eyes or “volumize” your lifeless hair that seemed to look dull regardless of how many times you brushed through it. You felt like you had a weight in your stomach, seemingly feeling bloated all over your body. You didn’t want to be seen. All you wanted to do was cancel your plans and go back to bed and sleep an extra hour or two.

But before you could do that you had to cancel your date with Yuta. Upon dialing his number, he picked up on the second ring. “Baby? Everything okay, I’m heading to your place in a few minutes.” You felt your heart rate increase as you started to feel guilty. You knew this was his one free week this month, normally he’s so busy, but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun in your current state, especially with how sluggish you felt mentally. 

“Uh, Yuta I’m sorry this is so last minute but I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel good…Maybe you should keep your distance from me until I feel better.” It was a half truth. You weren’t necessarily sick, but you also didn’t feel your best. 

“What’s wrong? Is your throat sore? Is it your stomach?”, he grilled you for answers, his voice laced with concern for your well being evident. You raked your brain for a believable answer, you really did hate lying but you felt that if you told the truth he would find your reason stupid. You also didn’t want your very attractive boyfriend to see you in your not so attractive state. 

“A little of everything…”you murmured, trying to sound sick. The line was silent for a few seconds before he responded. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll drop by anyways just to check up on you.” Your eyes went wide as you started to plead with him. 

“No,no, Yuta please I’m okay, I just really don’t want you to get sick.”  Again, the line went silent for a few seconds before he started to speak again. 

“If you insist,” he sighed. “I love you” he said as he told you he’d check in later in the day. You threw the phone down on your bed as you let out a shaky breath, thanking the universe for letting that go relatively well. You proceeded with your routine as normal. Big t-shirt, parked on the couch and ready to watch TV. A few hours into your day of hiding, you heard a knock at the door. Now considering you had placed a takeout order, you assumed that was who was standing outside. But to your surprise upon opening the door, you were not met with the delivery driver, but your boyfriend. 

He stood there with a big smile, as you gasped. “Y/N, I know you said I shouldn’t come over but you really got me worried. I just had to make sure you were okay.” Yuta explained as he stepped inside and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead before placing the back of his hand on the side of your cheek. “Hm.” He hummed as he performed the same action on your other cheek. ‘You don’t feel warm, so I guess that’s a good sign.” He grabbed your hand as he led you back to the couch. He covered you back in your blanket you had tossed to the other end when you got up to answer the door. “Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as he sat next to you. He was as close to you as he possibly could be, which you found amusing considering he was under the impression that you were sick, yet he didn’t seem to care about his own health at all. He was just so focused on getting all of the facts from you. 

“I ordered some food, that’s who I thought was at the door.” You answered. 

“That’s good, that means you have an appetite.” He nodded approvingly. “So what is it then that’s bothering you? Do we have to go to the doctors?” His eyes stared into your own with so much intensity and concern. You felt like you could crack at any moment as the guilt started to creep in for lying to him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook your head no. 

“Yuta I’m fine. I think I’m just having an off day.” He caressed your cheek with one hand as he moved you in closer with the other. 

“Was that it all along? So you’re not sick?” He smiled as you hid your face in his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I feel kinda bad about myself and I really wasn’t feeling confident enough to see you today. I feel sort of…ugly?” You explained, face still buried in his shoulder so your explanation came out kind of muffled. Yuta lifted your head up so you were looking at him. 

“How could you ever be ugly? You’re gorgeous.” He whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were gentle against your lips. Slowly, he started to trail his kisses down your chin, then even further down to your neck. Suddenly, all of those doubts, all of those negative feelings you woke up with, were beginning to fade as his kisses traveled further and further down your body. HIs hands intertwined with yours. You had never felt so beautiful. 

{A/N: Basically, when I have writer's block, the only man who can get me out of my procrastination is Yuta. Been loyal to that BEAUTIFUL man since 2018 lmao. I know I've been writing a lot of BTS and SVT stories lately and I've been having a lot of fun (thank you for all of the engagement, you guys really know how to make a girl feel special💓) But the only person I really want to write for in NCT is Yuta and occasionally Jaehyun at this point. Considering the past year, I have trust issues with NCT. But in February, expect more BTS, SVT and idk maybe another group. As always mwahhhh💋}

[avianyuh]

Romance Novels | Choi Seungcheol

“What are you reading?” Seungcheol questioned as he sat down beside you on your shared bed. He lightly pulled back the book, peeping onto the vast span of words decorating the pages. "You look so focused." He smiled. You smiled as you placed the book down on your chest. 

“No offense Cheol, but I don’t think you’d be overly interested in this one.” To that, Seungcheol raised an eyebrow in surprise at you. 

“Now why would you assume that? I read the last book you gave to me.” He explained as he reached his hand over to grab the book sprawled across your chest. There was something so inherently sweet about the fact you were comfortable enough to grab each other’s things and investigate. You’d do the same whenever you’d catch Seungcheol spending more time than usual on his computer. Kicking him out of his seat if you weren’t sitting in his lap, investigating what had your boyfriend so fascinated. 

“Well, the last book I gave you was a mystery so I knew you’d be entertained.” Seungcheol nodded his head before resting it onto your shoulder. “But this book is a romance novel and I know you hate watching rom-coms with me so I just assumed you wouldn’t want to read this one…”, you trailed off. 

“In my defense, that last movie you made me watch was horrible, even you lost interest after the first hour.” He laughed as he lifted his head to get a better look at you. You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed his face away. “What’s this book about?” he asked curiously, glimpsing down at the back cover. 

“You seriously want to know?” you said in surprise. When Seungcheol smiled, responding back with a resounding yes, you obeyed his wish. “The main character is this girl who moves to this new city. She doesn’t know anyone and she’s working at this new job which was the whole reason behind her move. Anyways, turns out that she hates the new job and all of her coworkers treat her like an outsider. So she’s walking home from work one day and she’s thinking about how she’s homesick and how she regrets moving.” You watched as Seungcheol laid down on his stomach, propping his head up with a pillow, looking invested. You found the image adorable as you continued explaining the plot of your book. “So she’s walking, it’s pouring rain and her emotions get the best of her. She breaks down in tears, and she’s keeping her head down and all of a sudden she crashes into someone. And it turns out to be this guy she went to High School with that she hasn’t seen in almost a decade. So he takes her to this coffee shop and he’s trying to comfort her and then they start catching up on life. But the whole point of the book is him trying to convince her to stay in the city, and then they start to develop feelings for each other…Well, I don’t want to say anything else because I don’t want to spoil it.” Seungcheol nodded his head understandingly. 

“How far along are you in the book?” He asked, handing it back to you. You skimmed through it, counting how many chapters you had left. 

“Uh, I’m on chapter 19 and there’s 23 in total so I’m almost done. Why, you want to read it? Romance isn't your thing”, you teased. 

“Would it make you happy if I read it?” Seungcheol responded back which in turn made your heart melt. "And that's not entirely true, I only like our romance. It's better than the books you read." You covered your face as you tried to conceal your giggles.

“Aw, Cheol, I told you that you wouldn’t like it.” you shook your head as you crawled towards him so that you were now also situated on your stomach, face to face with your boyfriend. He leaned in, placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. 

“I figured I wouldn’t but I like to get involved with your hobbies because your eyes light up when I talk about all of your favorite books. I love to see you excited and happy.” He whispered, caressing your cheek. 

“So do I.”, you answered as you both sat up, leaning back in for another kiss. 

{A/N: HAPPY 2025 EVERYONE! This is the first post of the year and I can't wait for the new stories this year will bring. As always love you and mwahhhh💋}

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Would GOT7💚 be a group you would consider writing about? 👉🏻👈🏻😳☺️🩷

I wouldn't be opposed to writing for Got7 again🤔I have one post about Got7 on my masterlist (I feel like I wrote more than one thing for them but I can't seem to find any other writings)

I remember I used to be a HUGE ahgase. If anyone sent in a request for them I would write it💗

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Introvert | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook is an introvert. He enjoys seeing his friends, but he hates having to leave the house. When Jimin throws a birthday bash, Jungkook being one of his closest friends feels obligated to go. He has his whole night mapped out. He'll greet Jimin, eat some food and then leave once he's made small talk with the other guests. But when the party makes a detour and hits the club, Jungkook is plotting his escape route. Or at least he was until he met you.

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He didn’t like to go out much. Normally his friends had to drag him out of the house. He liked to do what any other person in their mid to late twenties enjoyed. He drank, he did karaoke, he enjoyed seeing his friends. But, he didn’t feel the need to do all of that outside of his house. Jungkook had quite the talent for making drinks, he had a karaoke system in his apartment. His place was the ultimate hangout. Normally his friends would agree and would end the night crashing on his couch after drinking, playing video games and just enjoying each other’s company. 

But tonight was different. It was his friend Jimin’s birthday and his friend had been arranging for everyone to be able to make it to his party the past few weeks. It would start at a restaurant and end in a club. Jungkook had initially tried to get out of it. He didn’t like parties that would have a lot of people he wasn't familiar with. He didn’t like how loud the music was to the point that he couldn’t hear himself think. He was drained after a half hour under the club lights, yelling in his friends ears because there was no other way to communicate with the blaring sound of 2000s Timbaland beats or Drake songs. 

To tell the truth, Jungkook was a bit introverted. He had his friends, and he did like hanging out with them. However, there were days where he was completely content with spending his time alone. Going to the gym, making himself something to eat, watching TV by himself. He never minded the silence. He knew he couldn’t be alone all of the time, which was exactly why he loved having his friends come over. He overall appreciated being able to be at his own apartment, in his own space and on his own terms. Out at a crowded restaurant or club, with not just his friends, but acquaintances of everyone else in his inner circle made him dread this upcoming Saturday night in particular. 

So when he arrived at the restaurant, he took a deep breath in and out before he approached the front door. He scanned the restaurant looking for his friend’s table. All Jungkook had been told was that it would be a mix of people tonight. Obviously the core friend group, but also some of Jimin’s coworkers, other people he knew and of course his brother. Jungkook had met Jimin’s brothers a few times, but other than him and his three other friends, he didn’t know anyone else he’d be spending the rest of the night with. Jungkook was content with his small friend group, he didn’t want to talk to anyone else or make new connections. He wasn’t anti-social, just not interested in the aimless chit chat that came along with these social gatherings.

He greeted Jimin, doing a quick “bro hug” and handing him over the birthday gift he had wrapped for him. He sat next to Jimin's brother and by the time the food had been ordered and eaten and small talk was made, Jungkook started to feel a little restless.  He wanted to go home but he knew it’d be rude to bail on his friend. So he sucked it up. 

Everyone piled into various taxis as they all became pumped to head to the club. Jungkook groaned as he got up from his chair and followed everyone outside. One of his other friends Namjoon came up behind him and put his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “Cheer up man, just a few more hours and you can go back to your cave.” He chuckled as he nudged Jungkook playfully. 

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Namjoon, allowing a small smile to overtake his features, knowing that Namjoon was just teasing him. But he was right, it would only be at worse, two more hours, then Jungkook was home free. 

By the time all of the taxi’s arrived at the club, it was around 10pm. Jungkook was starting to feel a little tired, but was trying to stay alert. It was a small, dark, dingey club on the corner of the street, with the only benefit being the low admission fee for the 30 people coming from the birthday dinner for Jimin. Everyone lined up, all excited and talking amongst themselves as everyone started to slowly make their way past the bouncer and into the club. The music was loud and could probably be heard from down the street. And just as Jungkook had anticipated, the club was completely dark and was blasting a Drake song as everyone danced or piled into various corners of the club. Groups of girls trying to yell whatever they had to say to each other as they huddled in the corner near the doors. Guys sitting in booths, laughing as they downed their drinks. Then couples dancing, and of course, men trying to become couples by shooting their shots at the women standing alone. 

Jungkook darted his eyes around the room, realizing that in the midst of him taking in his surroundings, he got separated from the rest of the group. He tried to look for a table or booth to retreat to. He would’ve stayed at the bar, but he wasn;t in the mood to be drinking so late considering that he had work in the morning. He moved quickly through the crowded club, looking for a place to sit and observe the crowd so he could look for his friends. And that’s where he saw a little stool near the far back. He made his way over and sat down, taking his phone out of his pocket so he could shoot his friends a text, asking where they were. 

He scrolled on his phone for a few minutes before he noticed a pair of black heels were now standing to the side of him. He looked up and noticed a girl, looking a bit out of place. She seemed nervous, and had her arms folded over her chest defensively. She was biting her bottom lip, which made her look not just nervous, but tense too. Her eyes were scanning the room, seemingly looking for something or someone. He debated if he should say anything to her. For all Jungkook knew, maybe she wanted to be alone? Or maybe she needed help…

Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to catch her attention. The music was loud where they were situated, but at least it wasn’t blaring thanks to the fact that they were at the back of the club. The girl looked down at him, surprised to see him. She must’ve not noticed his presence when she came over here. “I don’t mean to bother you, but you look a little nervous? Is everything okay?” Jungkook questioned. She stared at him for a few seconds before responding. 

“Um, yeah I’m good…” She looked down at her shoes and Jungkook nodded before going back on his phone. He didn’t believe her, but he didn’t want to pry considering the fact that they were strangers. He also didn’t want her to think he was another creep in a club who would hit on her when she looked vulnerable. But she caught his attention again when she started to speak, “You know what? Actually no, I’m not good at all.” Jungkook looked up in surprise at the sudden outburst coming from the stranger. 

“Oh…Uh, do you want to talk about it?” He asked, patting on the stool next to him so she could sit down. She murmured a quick thank you as she settled into the seat and turned to face him. 

“My friend had been begging me to go out with her to a club for weeks. I personally don’t necessarily like things like this. You know, clubs, parties, anything claustrophobic and overly social. I get so nervous and then because I’m nervous I get exhausted and by the time I get home from a party I feel like I ran a marathon. It’s just too much socializing.” She rambled on and Jungkook took notice of her eyes. How they went back and forth between looking at him, giving him her full attention, to then darting up at the ceiling. This would repeat over and over and he found it quite cute. 

“I get what you mean, I like staying home.” Jungkook interjected, which in turn made her feel validated. 

“Oh my god, someone gets it! I knew you looked trustworthy.” She cheered before going back to her story. “Anyways, my friend finally got me to agree to come here with her tonight. We got here a half hour ago. She spent a total of five minutes by my side before she took off with some random guy she met while at the bar. She won’t pick up her phone and she was my ride home. I’m just so angry, I would never have left her for a guy…I know I have to call a cab. The thing is, I just hate taking cabs alone, especially at night. This whole night was a mistake.” By now, the girl seemed to have tears in her eyes and Jungkook felt his heart start to ache at the site.  Jungkook shook his head in disappointment over what he was hearing. He felt bad for this girl. She went out of her comfort zone for her friend, who in turn abandoned her. 

“Do you want me to wait outside with you if you call a cab? Or maybe I can take the same one as you and you can get dropped off first?” Jungkook proposed which in turn allowed her to lift her head up from her hands and produce a small smile that painted her lips quite nicely.  

“Would you do that? Thank you so much!" She sniffled as she gave him a tight squeeze which caught Jungkook off guard. He didn’t meet a lot of affectionate strangers. She seemed to notice how he became tense and pulled away quickly while giggling. “Sorry, I had a drink and I’m an emotional drunk.” Jungkook smiled at her as he stood up, holding out his hand for her. 

“So what’s your name?” Jungkook said as he pulled out his phone again to call for a cab. 

“Y/N, and what about you?” She responded back, tilting her head slightly as she waited for his answer. 

“Jungkook.” He answered shortly. They made their way out of the club, with Jungkook completely forgetting about his friends by now. However, in Jungkook's defense, he wasn’t ditching them considering he was in a party of about 30 people. He was sure Jimin wouldn’t take it too personally that he’d left a little early, that is if he would notice Jungkook’s absence at all. 

“Did you come here with anyone?” Y/N questioned as they leaned against the wall outside. Jungkook nodded. 

“Yeah, I came here for a birthday party for a friend, but these big crowds aren’t really my thing. But I guess I’m glad I showed up because I was able to meet you and help you out.” Y/N smiled up at him, and she squeezed up against him as they maneuvered their way through the crowd. They were silent until they finally made it outside.

“Stop, you’re making me blush, I think it’s because I’m tipsy. Most guys I talk to are such assholes, I can't believe you're being so nice", she explained with a grin on her face as Jungkook laughed at her. 

“How much did you drink?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. She looked upwards as she seemed to be thinking about it. 

“I don’t know, a few sips of a vodka soda I think…” Upon hearing that, Jungkook was in hysterics as he kneeled over. “What!” She exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully. 

“You don’t get drunk off of a few sips. Maybe tipsy. You’re just saying you're drunk as an excuse to hide your blushing and all your touchy feely hugs.” Y/N gasped at the accusation which in turn made Jungkook laugh again. 

“Shut up! We just met and you’re trying to read me for filth. For shame Jungkook.” She teased and folded her arms over her chest again, this time putting on a fake angry face. Jungkook wiped the tears from his eyes before shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Well all jokes aside, you need to ditch that sad excuse of a friend. That was a shitty thing she did to you.” Y/N tsked and nodded in agreement. 

“I know, it just sucks because we’ve been friends for three years, I thought we were best friends. But you’re right, it was a shitty thing to do. Look-” She pulled out her phone and showed him her text exchange with her friend. “By now it’s been an hour and I’ve gotten no response. I called her, texted her and left three voicemails. And when we walked out, I was looking around for her and I couldn’t see her anywhere. I was hoping she might’ve still been in there, that maybe it was a misunderstanding but not that we’re standing out here…I don’t see her car. She definitely left without me.” She started to get teary eyed again and Jungkook sprang into action immediately. The last thing he wanted to see was her crying. 

“You lost a deadbeat friend, but you gained a new one” He joked as he lifted her chin since her head was lowered, looking at her shoes again, letting tears fall. She chuckled at his joke as she wiped her eyes. 

“Thank you Jungkook, you were really kind. I’m glad I met you tonight.” She praised as she looked up at him. 

“Yeah…me too.” Jungkook said genuinely, still holding her chin up. There was something about Y/N. He found it fascinating how someone who from all accounts sounded like an introvert, could be so open with a complete stranger. But what was even more baffling was the fact that Jungkook found himself joking around with her like they were old friends or something. He just felt comfortable around her. The moment was interrupted as the cab pulled up. Jungkook snapped out of it by clearing his throat and opened the car door for her. They both slid into the cab and Jungkook asked for her address. 

“Uh, there’ll be two stops tonight.” He gave Y/N’s address, then his own. He noticed how she seemed to tense up in the cab again. But they continued to talk to each other and joke around. Jungkook told Y/N all about his friend’s birthday party. About how he also wasn’t too keen on big gatherings and outings. Then they asked each other some questions about their backgrounds. That’s how they came to the revelation that they were from the same city. 

By the time the cab stopped in front of Y/N’s apartment, Jungkook felt a little disappointed at how short the ride felt. Y/N shyly asked the driver how much her total was, but Jungkook shooed her money away and told the driver that he’d be paying for both rides. Y/N protested. 

“No, no Jungkook, let me pay for this. You’ve done more than enough.” She pleaded as she put her hand on his. He swallowed hard as he looked down at the hands. Jungkook had to think of something fast. He knew that he wanted to see her again, but wondered how to ask for her number without sounding desperate. Who wasn’t sure if she was interested at all, maybe she was truly just a warm person who enjoyed to hug strangers? Maybe she was already in a relationship and just hadn’t mentioned it? Jungkook couldn’t help but think of all of the reasons he shouldn’t ask for her number. Rationalizing that maybe this girl was too good to be true. But before he could even make up his mind, it seemed like Y/N had done it for him. 

“Ugh, fine, If you insist. But at least let me get your number so I can track you down and pay you back.” Jungkook grinned, his eyes wide and eager as he immediately started reciting his phone number. “Slow down, slow down!”, she giggled as she typed it into her phone. She sent a Hi over text and finally got out of the car. She gave her thanks to the driver again before leaning back into the car, which had the window rolled down and planted a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek. “Thank you so much for everything.” She whispered. 

“No, thank you.” Jungkook responded back. She stepped aside as the cab pulled away. Jungkook watched her figure start to grow smaller as the distance between them became bigger. He leaned back in the seat once he couldn’t see her anymore. A permanent smirk on his face as he looked down at the text message on his phone. 

Just then he received an influx of messages from his friends, to which Jungkook quickly responded back to. He explained how he decided to leave early and that he had met someone. His friends teased him and some of the messages made him laugh. They texted back how they needed details later, to which he didn't respond back to.

By the time he got home, he spent the rest of the night texting Y/N. And by the next weekend, they had spent all of Saturday together, in his apartment of course. 

For Jungkook, the dreaded birthday party was one rare instance where he actually had fun going out and met someone special.

{A/N: Heyyyyy. Merry Christmas 🎄(if you celebrate it) since I'm posting this on Christmas Eve. I thought I'd write a fanfic to finish off 2024. I hope we all have a great 2025 and I look forward to writing even more stories! Thank you to everyone who's made my tumblr account grow this year, I loved all of the requests and sweet messages. As always, mwahhhhh💋}