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Stigma

Credit: @kpopaestheticcs

Pairing| Yoongi x Reader!

Genre: Fluff, angst, Drabble

Warnings: mention(s) of violence; blood, surgery, stitches

Summary: Yoongi keeps getting into fights, and you end up taking care of him.

Word count: 1,042

A/N: I got inspired a while a while ago by thIs fanfiction that was about the same plot as the one I wrote. I don’t remember the name of it nor the person that wrote it, but if anyone knows, please link me the account so I can give credit to that person. I am not trying to steal, copy, or plagiarize anyone’s work of fiction.

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The first time Yoongi showed up at your door looking like Hell - bruised, bloody, and beaten. You were a bewildered mess; interrogating him about his whereabouts, demanding to take him to the hospital, and even second guessing if yo

u should’ve called the cops for him. Apparently, he had gotten into a fight with someone who thought it’d be funny to jump him on his way home, you didn’t believe it but accepted his lame excuse.

The second time it happened, you were beginning to catch on; you didn’t ask questions, but you offered to clean his wounds and drive him to the hospital for his broken nose and to get stitches for the cuts on his forehead, because it pained you to see him looking so damaged. This was the result of defending his friends from a bunch of college juniors.

The third time, you had to help Yoongi walk. His limp body attached to yours as you hauled him to the bathroom to patch him up. Wrapping bandages over his wounds and even allowing him to stay for a few nights to heal up. It was a difficult feat to wash his red-stained clothes in the washing machine, and you only prayed that it wouldn’t stain all your other clothes after his’s.

The fourth time was the worst of the other three. And it was to protect his brother. You weren’t surprised when you heard the doorbell ringing at two in the morning. Everytime he came over it was so often and you were honestly expecting him to come. You let him inside your house and walk him towards the bathroom and then went to get the first-aid kit and more bandages.

“That hurts,” Yoongi hisses, and you only click your tongue in annoyance as he flinches yet another thousandth time to break your focus. You had him sitting on the toilet in your bathroom, crouching over him. His usually flawless, pale skin was covered in blood and gashes. The red liquid leaving a dark trail from his nostrils down to his chin. The cut on his swollen lip barely goes unnoticed as you wipe the blood away. You murmured to him; saying how careless he is. He groans in pain from the disinfectant meeting his open wounds.

Finally, you stood up. Examining his face which is now completely blood free and bandaged up.

“What happened this time?”

Yoongi’s eyes didn’t meet yours, he blankly stared at the wall behind you.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You let out a snort of disapproval, you were amused yet disappointed at how quickly he dismisses your question. If anything, you knew by heart that Yoongi is selfless; his injuries are already physical proof of that. He promised you many times that if you need help, he’d be there for you - whether that meant illegal or not - and you believed him, but you only ask for him to leave violence out of it. By now, you simply think that it should be you to protect him. Except, Yoongi is stubborn and wouldn’t allow it any chance if you said so. So you kept your mouth shut.

The fifth time he came was nothing new to you as you threw a damp cloth into the sink. You pulled out a first-aid kit and a pack of band-aids. One by one, you began peeling them; preparing to cover his wounds appropriately. He was beginning to diminish your supply of medical first aid treatment, and you could see yourself sometime soon to run to the pharmacy and buy another set.

“Sit still, no whining or flinching.” you ordered, fixating your vision on the gash on his cheek. He listened in silence, making no expression nonetheless move.

The silence drifted on as you treated his wound, until it was broken by his hoarse voice.

“I got into another fight” Yoongi mutters once you delicately stick the band-aid on his skin. You simply raise your eyebrows, urging him to continue because you already knew he had gotten into a fight.

“It’s nothing, really,” he mutters yet again.

With a sigh, you decide to just let it be, standing up straight to cross your arms.

“Okay,” you mumbled.

It isn’t until now does Yoongi look up at you. His bloodshot eyes staring into yours. His pained expression causes you to frown. The endless cycle of you having to clean up his bloody wounds and bleach his t-shirts back to normal was beginning to happen much too often for his own well-being. And you didn’t like it one bit.

“Sorry” he mumbles quickly, before he’s now standing to tower over you.

He brushes back your hair with his hand. Even with his bruised and half swollen face that was beginning to blossom an awful purple color, he managed to attempt a sweet smile. His eyes softening at the sight of you. He leans in to slowly kiss your lips delicately, and you can feel him wince against you, but that doesn’t stop him to show his affection. He wanted to assure you know he always had your back and knew what he was doing, but you can’t help but wonder; is it really him that you should be protecting, and not the other way around. You were seriously contemplating of locking him up and keeping him inside your house so he wouldn’t get into his little fights anymore, but you knew and he knew, you wouldn’t make much progress in such an approach. And it made you giggle in the midst of the kiss. Yoongi withdrew first, his eyebrow cocking up in amusement to your sudden laughing fit.

“Chipper, I see”

You hummed in response and didn’t say anything else. He seemed to understand what you were getting at and didn’t pester you with questions, he only wrapped you in his arms and letting time pass with the sweet embrace.

“Thanks Y/N. For everything” he mumbled into your ear.

It oddly sent shivers down your spine from his husky voice. Yet, you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want for him to thank you, it was because you loved him so, that you were willing to do anything for him. But of course, this was Yoongi you���re talking about

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Reminiscent

Yoongi x Reader!

Genre: fluff, angst, Drabble

Warnings: slight mention of violence, tattoos

Summary: You and Yoongi were best friends when you were kids, but life took a toll on you two.

Word count: 911

A/N: Highkey got inspired by some blonde haired Yoongi edit with tattoos, but I can’t find the picture to it so rip :,)

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Yoongi and I first met when I was five. My parents came outside to greet our neighbor. They hit it off well right off the bat. My parents introduced me to a boy that was my age. After that, Yoongi and I were best friends. We did everything together. He seemed to be the shy and kind type, but when Jae took my pencil during class and wouldn’t give it back, Yoongi walked over and grabbed the pencil out of Jae’s hands. He then handed it back to me before he shot the most vehement expression towards Jae. Jae never bothered me again after that.

“Thanks, Yoongi. You’re my hero!” I squeaked as I gave him a hug.

In elementary school I grew slightly taller than Yoongi. I teased him about his height and patted his head, which irritated him the most. Everyday when I come home from school, I go over to his house to play games with him and stay for dinner. We had many playdates; during that time my parents and yoongi’s got to know each other.

In middle school Yoongi grew taller, which made me pout every time he teases me. We were both daring, and we liked to sneak out every night to play at the park.

“Hey, Yoongi,” I whispered to him as I cupped his face. His eyes meet mine; I felt like his dark orbs stared at my soul.

“Mhm?” he hummed.

I smiled and gave him a soft chaste kiss, which made his eyes widen.

“I like you.”

His expressionless face was nowhere to be found. My heart was racing as I anticipated for his reply.

“L-Let’s go home okay?”

I wanted to frown, but I only nodded.

We walked in silence. He snuck back through the window of his room, while I climbed over the porch railing and into the living room’s window. I tiptoed up the stairs to go to my room. He never answered my confession. Things were awkward after that, so I pretended nothing had happened. We telepathically agreed to ignore my confession.

In highschool Yoongi grew taller than me. My head fitted perfectly under his chin whenever he tried to hug me from behind.

“Hey, shortie” he cooed into my ear.

I frowned and wiggled my body out of his grasp. I never understood why he always did this. We weren’t dating.

“Shut up, I’m not short, Mr. Long legs” I retorted.

“It’s Oppa, not Mr. Long legs. Show some respect, I’m older than you” he muttered to me as he furrowed his eyebrows. I let my lips form a grin.

“Anyways, are you coming over today?”

I nodded.

We walked home together. Occasionally he would try to trip me, which resulted in me running after him to kick his butt.

As we neared his house, faint shouts could be heard along with glass being shattered. I gulped. I turned to Yoongi, but he wasn’t next to me anymore. He bolted straight into the house where the loud sounds suddenly stopped after he entered. I glanced at the door that was left wide open. I felt my mouth go dry as I walked home, leaving Yoongi and whoever was in that house to sort out the drama.

When I left my house in the morning, Yoongi wasn’t waiting for me outside like usual. I frowned. His absence left a feeling of loneliness.

Several weeks had passed, and Yoongi hasn’t been in school. I had to avoid the people trying to interrogate me about his whereabouts; the truth is that, I didn’t know where he had gone either.

When I heard he had dropped out of highschool I stormed to his house; only to find it empty. It was like he and his family had vanished.

It was my graduation, and I tried countless times to contact him. Yoongi hadn’t changed his number yet, but he never replied to my texts or read any of it.

I managed to score a scholarship to Yonsei University. I remember when I sneaked a glance at Yoongi’s dream college he wanted to attend. His first choice was Yonsei University. It was stupid of me to think he would be here when he had already dropped out, but I held onto false hope.

It was another boring lecture; I was sitting near the back as I took notes on what the professor was talking about. From afar I heard the door opening; someone had probably came in late, but the professor didn’t even glance up as the footsteps echoed through the classroom. I didn’t bother to look up, but I felt anxious when the footsteps got closer to me.

My worst nightmare came true when the person sat next to me. After Yoongi left, I became a social-introvert. I tried to not look at him, but I lost to curiosity. He had dyed blonde hair. His built yet slim structure made him intimidating. The tattoos that covered both his arms and ended where his wrists were sent a chill down my spine.

He felt familiar, the chubby cheeks and the somewhat slanted eyes along with the resting bitch-face he had on. He looked a lot like Yoongi. The man met my gaze and I almost jumped out of my seat.

“Hey, It’s been a long time Y/N.”

I never knew how much I wanted to see him until this moment.

“Hey, Mr. Long legs. It’s about time you idiot. I missed you.”

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Ultra Caramel Frappuccino

Credits to: @taeyongnakamoto

Pairing: Female!reader x Taeyong

Genre: fluff, angst, demon au! , coffee shop au!

Warnings: nonproof-read, mention of religion, explicit language, slight mentions of blood, slight violence, slight sexual content

Summary: Your addiction to coffee led you to meet the handsome man that worked at your favorite coffee shop. Yet, there’s something peculiar about him?

Word count: 2,748

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Ultra caramel Frappuccino, one of your personal favorites. Although many people disliked it because it was way too sweet, it was just the right sweetness you needed in your bitter life. You were thrown into a nonstop rollercoaster against your will and you had no choice but to endure it, and the only savior that came to your aid and beckoning was coffee. Nonetheless, the ultra caramel Frappuccino. God bless whoever invented such a drink despite that you’re not even religious yourself to an certain extent.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop, Bliss Café, which really has an shop title worthy of its name. Your eyes scanned the place, dim lights, a scenic cafe setting, fall decorations, signs written in fancy font, and an extremely handsome man standing in the midst of it all. Inhaling the sweet scent, you could feel your emotions and stomach doing summersaults, which you wouldn’t mind if you could actually do one. You brushed aside the feeling as you marched your way toward the man to place your order.

“Hi, I would like an medium ultra caramel Frappuccino” you chirped with an smile plastered across your face. You swore you could see yourself in the man’s eyes scanning you as if you were reticulous. Yet, the man didn’t seem to possess any emotion as he placed your order into the machine, probably sick and tired of taking orders from lunatic coffee lovers during the fall season.

“Will that be all?” he rasped in a low mutter.

“Yes.” You answer whilst raising your brow, a little bewildered that a man like him would have had such a raspy voice. Yet, despite it being weird, you kinda dig it.

“Your total is 4.17”

You handed him a five dollar bill.

“Your change is 83 cents.” he said as he worked the the cashier and then handed you your change.

“Thank you.” you smiled at his stoic expression then placed the leftover change into the tip box. And He bowed slightly, acknowledging your kind gesture of giving tip.

You slowly moved back and turned around to find a chair to settle down upon. You deemed the corner farthest to left where there were no windows was a place of comfort where no one would bother you. Your footsteps echoed throughout the cafe, breaking the noise of the stirring mixer. Plopping down onto the cushioned wooden chair, you made yourself comfortable and then pulled out your phone and earplugs to listen to music as you check your notifications. Everyday it would be the same routine, you get coffee, sit down and relax, and possibly try not to freak out that you’re such a loner. Occasionally you would do homework that your professors have given you, but you’ve had the tendency to finish it before going anywhere, even if it meant staying up late at night which was also a very favorable idea because then you could down coffee. You wouldn’t be surprised if you eventually get a health checkup and see that you have some illness due to drinking too much coffee. And worse, you’ll have to get a therapist to help you get rid of your coffee addiction exclusively at 1-800-get-some-help. The thought of it alone sent shivers down your spine, or at least that’s what you thought it did.

The handsome young man appeared out of nowhere, breaking your trance by placing your drink on the table in front of you. Any normal human being’s footsteps should be loud enough to resonant within the empty coffee shop. And the very fact that you didn’t notice despite your observant nature made you even more intrigued with the man. Maybe your curious yet brash personality was the very reason why you were single and no man deemed you as their first choice to date. Men liked naive and clueless women that listen to their every word, no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t do such a thing. It went against your conscience. Yet, somehow, the aura rediating off the guy in front of you overwhelmed you so. It was a peculiar feeling, as if it were supernatural.

“Here’s your ultra caramel Frappuccino Ms.” he spoke in a mellow tone.”

You swallowed the nonexistent saliva inside your mouth. You locked eyes with him, his unusual hazel red orbs. This feeling is definitely supernatural.

Its been a week since you last gone to the coffee shop. You’ve been mentally torturing yourself with instant coffee that never seemed to quench the thirst for your beloved ultra caramel Frappuccino. It wasn’t like you were scared or afraid of meeting the man again, oh wait- you were extremely terrified. Something about him made your insides stir and your heart race. Not even the psychics of psychology could explain your arousal and alertness around him. You were sure you felt like a prey in front of him, and every slight movement from him was like the predator pouncing on you, the prey. You didn’t have enough front to ignore such thoughts that overwhelmed you the entire week, and you were sure you were going insane from sleep deprivation and the instant hot coffee you force yourself to drink.

Exhuastion was at the brink of your door, and you were sure you were going to go crazy for real if you didn’t take care of yourself. You sat up from the bundled blankets you wrapped around yourself. You rolled yourself out of it and got up to dress in layers. It was already dark outside despite it only being 7pm. You knew it was a bad idea to walk outside when it was dark out, but you were a big girl, you could handle yourself. The area wasn’t dangerous, yet danger could lurk anywhere. You weren’t the type to think pessimistically, so you ignored your doubts and headed out to go to Cafe Bliss.

The cold wind blew onto your face and made your hair flutter in the wind. Your uggs crunched on the dead leaves on the ground, creating a rhythmic rustle as you walked. You shivered slightly, trying to create some friction with your arms by rubbing your arms against your body. As you did so, you heard several more footsteps behind you, and you could well goosebumps forming across your body. You started walking faster, and faster, keeping yourself near the road Incase you needed to run away. Your breathe hitched in the midst of your throat, the rush of adrenaline seemed to spring into action when you sensed that you were in danger. You knew going out was a bad idea.

A strong grip grabbed your arm, and you shrieked and closed your eyes in fright as you prepared yourself to resist getting abducted, but then the hold on your arm disappears and all you could hear was two agonizing grunts and screams, then two thuds accompanied with the crinkling of leaves. You opened your eyes, your eyes darting around to scan the area. Your eyes landed on two bodies on the ground lifeless, you could feel another scream coming forth, but you were brought back to reality by someone familiar.

“Hey, chill. It’s just me.” He whispered in a calming voice as he wrapped his arms around your body. You looked up at him, your breathe hitched inside your throat. You stared into the same red orbs again, except they glowed a bright red. His hair was longer than you last saw, and when you looked down to break eye contact, you noticed his skin was also a shade lighter. If you haven’t stopped breathing then, now you were definitely ceasing to take a breath.

“W-what? How? What are you-“ you sqeak in a small voice as you push your body away from him in fright.

“Hey, hey, don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. If I did, then there’d be no reason for me to save you from those two in the first place.” he tried to reassure you, his red eyes that glew a bright red in the midst of the darkness and the street lamp casting a light shadow against him made the situation even more eerie than it should be.

“And why should I not be? You don’t even look human anymore and you just knocked out the two guys in less than a second! Who are you anyways?!” You spoke in a more demanding tone, standing your ground because you were untrustworthy of anyone at this point.

“Look, I’m just the guy at the coffee shop you usually go at Ms. Y/N. And I just happened to be walking home after a day at work and then I saw you nearly being kidnapped by two men. Was I supposed to stand and do nothing as I watch you get whisked away by two frisky guys?” He sneered back, a little more hostile and then he sighed and took a deep breathe before he lost his temper.

“Ok, I know I don’t look exactly human at the moment, and you’re right. I’m not human, I’m a demon. But don’t let the name scare you, I don’t waltz around trying to terrify people and the only reason I’m telling you this is because you’ve already seen this side of me. Just, just please keep this lowkey and think of it as a way to repay me from saving your butt from them.”

You quirked your eyebrow up at how sentimental he was being, and then shrugged your shoulder as you accepted it a lot more reasonably than most people would have reacted.

“I guess you have a say. Thanks for saving me, uh?-“

“Taeyong.” He replied with a small smirk

“Taeyong, right. Thanks for saving me Taeyong”

“Where are you headed?” He asked and then stepped towards you. His hair back to normal, his eyes a small glint of red, and skin back to sandy porcelain.

“Cafe Bliss” you chirped.

“Ultra Caramel Frappuccino?” He queered a bit, an eyebrow raising and his throat rumbling a soft chuckle.

You swore you could feel your cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

“Yup.”

Taeyong walked next to you, gently grabbing your arm and pulled you right by his side. You didn’t resist him and followed after him as he walked you to the coffee shop. Maybe he wasn’t so bad to be with.

Several months escalated, and eventually you and Taeyong became best friends. The occasional hangouts at the cafe, his house, your house, and many other places created many beautiful and memorable memories inside your head. You couldn’t believe why you haven’t met and got to know Taeyong sooner, but as long as you knew Taeyong now, you couldn’t be any happier.

You and Taeyong agreed to crash as your house and watch a movie together, but you didn’t expect him to come knocking at the door wearing a full blown suit and flowers in hand.

“Hey sweetheart, Netflix and chill?” He teased and winked at you before he broke off into a fit of laughter.

You frowned at his gimmick, ready to slam the door in his face.

“What the hell Taeyong, fuck off you freak- why did I even invite you over, my god- worst mistake in my entire life!” You cried out and rolled your eyes before running towards the couch and did a cannonball onto it.

“Ouch, okay. That kinda hurt my feelings Y/N” Taeyong whined as he walked into your cozy apartment, closed the door, slid off his dress shoes, and placed the bouquet of flowers into a empty vase.

“Since when did you ever have feelings, Demon! The last time I checked demons were heartless!” You said over dramatically as you picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at him. He caught the pillow in midair and threw it back at you, which he succeeded in hitting you in the face.

“Wow, what happened to the Angel, Y/N? Who abducted my precious friend?!” Taeyong retorted and plopped down onto the couch next to you.

“Wow, what a facade, Taeyong. I’d believe you more if you had horns on your head.”

Taeyong smirked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“I could make that happen if you want me to.”

“Oh god- no, please don’t. You’re already more of a freak enough” you sneered as you covered your eyes with your hand.

You both broke out into a laughing fit, and then proceeded to browse Netflix. You were happy that you could spend time with Taeyong like this. You cherished him so much as a friend, but there were times where he made your heart flutter that you were afraid it would burst from pumping too much blood. And like now, his body spooning you on the couch as you both cuddled together while watching a action movie. You knew you were friends, but most of the things you’ve done weren’t deemed to be what best friends would do, but more like what couples do. You didn’t want to get your hopes up and get rejected, so you kept your feelings and thoughts to yourself. Eventually, you both fell asleep in each other’s body warmth.

A good two hours passed and you woke up due to being thirsty. You opened your eyes to a dark room. And you shifted a bit before you stopped moving and realized Taeyong had his arm wrapped around your waist. He was using you as a body pillow and you giggled quietly. You looked at him, your eyes adjusting to a barely lit room and seeing only parts of Taeyong’s face. God, was he handsome. You wondered if you were a demon as well, would you have killer looks like Taeyong. Your eyes trailed down his face. The way his bangs fell upon his eyes, his expressionless face, and then his plump lips. Damn, were his lips so damn kissable. You were basically have a fight with the demon itself. Taeyong in front of you tempting you, and then your conscience, the angel trying to convince you to cherish your relationship and that if you were to make a move months of friendship would crumble. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? You thought it would be okay as long Taeyong never knew you kissed him while he was asleep. Your face slowly got closer to his, and before you were going to kiss his lips, you withdrew, you knew it was wrong to take advantage of him while he was sleeping. It’d definitely be sexual assault if you did so. Your mind was on a rollercoaster ride, and suddenly it went to an abrupt stop.

“Y/N.” Taeyong rasped in a sleepy husky tone

Your eyes widen in fright, you hesitated a bit before you broke off into a full fledge argument to defend your case.

“Taeyong- I swear it was an acci-“

He kissed you before you could finish your sentence. If your heart wasn’t having heart attack before you definitely felt your heart have an heart attack any moment now. His lips felt so soft and plump, moving softly before he stopped and withdrew to stare at you.

“I, sorry- did I force that on you?” He asked, his face looking like a kicked puppy.

You blinked twice and then crashed your lips onto his and moved then sensually with Taeyong’s. You made sure to bury your feelings for Taeyong, but now, it remersed from deep inside and broke free, want, love, and lust taking control of your body and emotions.

You broke the kiss first after what seemed like forever. Your eyes were clouded and dilated, you felt like you were floating on clouds. And then suddenly it hit you, you kissed Taeyong.

“Taey-“

“Y/N.”

You close your mouth and looked at him.

“Hey, I know this probably isn’t the best moment to tell you, but I just can’t take it anymore. I, I liked you for quite a while now. I don’t want to force anything upon you or anything, and I just want to be with you and by your side for eternity. And I- you- if you would give me the honor to be your boyfriend?” He rushed it all out, his voice panicked and stuttering as he confessed.

Your mind went blank. Everything Taeyong said, you were still trying to process it inside your head. Taeyong, Taeyong just asked you out.

“I- Taeyong, oh my god. Yes.” You replied happily, your lips forming a smile before they met Taeyong’s again.

You pulled away from the kiss to give an Eskimo kiss to him.

“You better seal the deal, demon” you giggled.

“Anything for you Y/N” he whispered back and then kissed you even more passionately.

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