#( yoongi )

[yooboobies]

i think they have a moving castle somewhere...✨🤍 | for @jkvjimin

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[perfectlyoongi]

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who contacted you just to see if this was a life he was willing to live. Yoongi was no stranger to this concept and type of relationships; always being aware of what was going on around him, the arrival of this term came up carefully, planting a small seed of curiosity in him. Yoongi read stories, listened to reports, tried to understand if that fascination he felt was something more than that – he was a curious man, no one could deny that, so what was wrong with him contacting you and expressing all his doubts? “i’m not used to any kind of relationship. that’s why this experience goes beyond the sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship. if you have patience, i promise i will make your wait worth it.”

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who takes you to see the stars at the highest points in the city. Yoongi treated you with care. so new to this minefield of relationships and human interactions, Yoongi made a point of offering you all the kindness his turbulent heart could allow. as such, on the clearest nights, when the sky provided you with an ethereal landscape of pure hope and huge dreams, Yoongi took you with him. on top of a small hill, in the tallest building in the city, it didn’t matter where it was. when the stars called him, Yoongi held your hand in fear and made you forget the world. “i don’t force you to go. but i would like you to come with me. i always saw myself at night, you know? i always felt artificial with someone else’s shine being reflected back at me. but now with you… no, forget it. just come, will you?”

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who doesn’t know if he should touch you, but he knows he won’t want to let go. your smile was charming. your eyes were captivating. your lips were alluring. you were fascinating. as he looked at you, Yoongi felt a small nervousness creep up his neck, whispering in his ear that he should touch you. but, could he? Yoongi had all your limits memorized from day one, and he knew that you let him, that you gave him permission, for him to touch you. but even so, when the moment invited him and anxiety caressed his heart, Yoongi always thought twice before acting. “i really need to know if you’re okay with all of this. because, when my hands fit into yours, there will be nothing in this world that will make me let go of you.”

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who finances the beginning of your empire. whether it was a line of cosmetics or a simple website, it didn’t matter. you could need millions or just five euros, there was no difference to Yoongi. ever since he met you, Yoongi felt safe, comfortable, you almost made him believe that he was worthy of your attention - and he knew it was a manufactured relationship, that you were almost forced to nod and agree with him, but Yoongi never felt more complete than from the day he met you. as such, he just wanted to repay you for all the satisfaction you provided him, after all he always liked to spoil you, to see the way your eyes sparkled when you received a gift, or how his words sounded sweeter when he surprised you. . so, what better proof of his gratitude than funding your dream? “i have already transferred the money to your account, you should receive it tomorrow. but let me know if it’s enough, okay? there is no bad money spent when it is spent on you and your dream.”

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who likes to see you distracted in the moonlight. Yoongi liked being with you during full moon nights. when he saw you sitting on his bed, playing with the sheet that covered you, a small smile on your lips as you regained your breathing, Yoongi felt something he couldn’t decipher. your back was facing Yoongi, your smooth skin being blessed by the strong light of the moon; your lips formed a perfect smile as your gentle fingers created small designs on Yoongi’s white sheet. from that perspective, after you gave yourself to him and assured him that you weren’t going anywhere, Yoongi could only admire you. carefully, always afraid of touching you, of hurting you, Yoongi liked to run his slender fingers along your back, making you involuntarily straighten up and gently turn your face towards him. absorbed in this vision, completely lost in your divinity, Yoongi held you by the neck, the little strength he used being enough to expand your smile and, without exchanging any words, without breaking that sublime silence, Yoongi gently kissed you, guiding you towards a new adventure alongside him.

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who pays e v e r y t h i n g. there was nothing in this world that Yoongi couldn’t buy for you. you want that house right by the beach? it’s already in your name. a trip to Rome with your friend? tickets can be picked up tomorrow. you need to go to the moon to take a deep breath? Yoongi would personally take you there and wait until you were ready to return. everything you wanted, everything you needed. it was something very common in these relationships between sugar-daddies and sugar-babies, but Yoongi made everything much more special. it was unnecessary for you to say that you wanted that wallet, or how much you wanted to go see that play. Yoongi got to know you. being by your side for so long Yoongi could see in all your expressions and omissions what you really needed. money, clothes, house rent, even a simple chocolate from the gas station. when Yoongi told you everything, he really meant everything. there was nothing in this world that could stop Yoongi from loving yo—

SUGAR-DADDY!YOONGI who maybe shouldn’t have said that word. no. he didn’t want to say that. you have to understand that Yoongi was a person who had difficulty expressing his feelings. what he meant was that there was nothing in this world that would stop him from treating you well. because you made him feel good. that was it, there was nothing else. you have to believe in him. Yoongi knew perfectly well that your relationship was based on exchanging affection in different ways – that was why he had chosen you among so many other. Yoongi knew perfectly well that all the nights you spent with him, caressing the skin that no one saw, kissing the spots that no one knew existed, all your caresses and all your kisses were contractual. Yoongi didn’t want to say that, Yoongi didn’t want to love you. he simply… “i’m sorry, i said it without thinking. don’t pay too much attention to what i said. i think we both know how bad i am with words. just… don’t be scared. don’t go away. please…”

[yoongimedia]

ex husband yoongi is back!

[7brownsuga7]

Hello 👋 can I pls request Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi reaction? They left their dogs at their crush's house for a few days but when they come back to take them home, their pets had become very fond and clingy towards their crush and refuses to leave with their owners. Thank you ❤️ ❤️

Literally a year later I’m so sorry😭

Yoongi:

“What’s this huh?”

He definitely doesn’t have a problem with it and will make jokes

Will use it as an excuse for you both to spend more time together.

“Since she doesn’t want to leave I might as well stay longer” he’ll say in an unbothered tone but he really wants to stay.

Although he doesn’t show it he is absolutely loving this. Seeing you close with Holly makes him feel warm

He will basically make no effort to try and get Holly to come to him. He will fake act like he’s trying hard but really it’s just an excuse to stay longer

He honestly would feel so touched to see Holly feel so comfortable around you.

You’re officially on pet duty now. Be prepared” he would smirk.

Taehyung:

“No that’s fine, I’ll just wait here”

Will sulk

Will definitely put on a playful pout and cross his arms pretending to be hurt

“You’re choosing them over me after a few days huh?”he’ll playfully say to yeontan.

He definitely loves how you and yeontan are bonding.

Will use this opportunity to drop by often, calling it a ‘play date’

He loves that this is a new excuse to get close to you

I can see him like begging for yeontans attention on the floor. Faking that his heart is crushed

As he leaves he’ll probably say “you broke my heart today, but I’ll forgive you. I now have a good reason to come back now” with a smirk

Jungkook:

Will openly tell you he’s jealous

He still finds it cute though and will watch you both from a distance with a smile on his face.

Takes pictures while grinning and giggling like a maniac

His reactions will be so over the top like when he opens the door opening his arms for a hug and he gets no reaction he’ll probably dramatically freeze and blink rapidly, faking an aching heart.

“Okay let’s not get too comfortable guys, remember I’m still here”

He’ll tease you with questions like “what did you do to them?”

He’ll probably just sit on the floor watching in disbelief. Making his loud sighs known

Of course on the inside he’s loving it

This will probably make him more drawn to you

“Guess I’ll just have to come back to visit all the time. Do you think you can handle seeing me so much?”

[loveyoons]

AMOUR. AMOUR. AMOUR.

𝅄⠀⠀✿ㅤׂ . ˒˓ 🧸   ⃘♡

[bearr02]

Safe and sound |Chapter 12|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: might be bad cuz I haven’t written this for a minute 🥲, mild angst too

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.5k (1515 exactly lol(idk why I find this kinda funny but yeah))

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I literally picked this up like 2 hours ago and was like “let me get this done today so they have something” so here you guys go 😌

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The next day, Hoseok and Jungkook got huffy and puffy when you told them you were going back to work that day. “Guys, I have to.” You chuckle, “I need to make money.” Hoseok pouts, “But you just got hurt, like, yesterday!”

You chuckle, “It wasn’t yesterday, Hobi. And I’m feeling better.” You gently pinch his cheek. “Still!” He whines, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

You hug him back, gently rubbing his back. “I’ll be back before you know it.” You say softly. He hesitantly nods, releasing his hold after a moment, “be safe…” He whispers, looking into your eyes, “please..”

You nod, your eyes softening at his words, a soft smile spreading across your face. “I will.” You gently pinch his cheek before turning to Jungkook.

He pouts, hugging you, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You hug him back, gently squeezing him. After a few minutes he finally, hesitantly, pulls away, looking up at you with a pout.

You smile, gently squeezing his hand before grabbing your keys. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” You wave at them before leaving the house.

The drive to the facility feels like years, your body practically vibrating with excitement to care for your hybrids again. Even if it was just a few days, you still felt guilty leaving them, even though you had to.

Mr. Dubose was very adamant that you didn’t come into work for at least a few more days, worried about your head, but you assured him you’d be fine.

As you pull up to the facility, you quickly park and make your way inside, itching to check up on your hybrids, especially Jimin.

You clock in and put on your coat before making your way to Jimin’s room.

You knock on the door, your hands clasped loosely in front of you.

After a few moments the door slowly opens a crack. Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you and he immediately hugs you tightly. You smile, hugging him back.

Shortly after you hug him, you feel something wet seeping through your shirt. You frown, gently squeezing his shoulder, “Jimin? What’s wrong?” You ask softly.

“T-they d-did some-something to T-Taehyung… h-he h-hasn’t been in his ro-room…”

You frown, “what?” You gently pull Jimin away, cupping his face in your hands.

He nods weakly, sniffling, his cheeks now tear stained.

You gently take him back inside of his room, sitting him on the bed gently, “I’ll go see if I can find him, okay?” You smile gently, reassuringly.

He hesitantly nods, curling up on his bed.

You leave his room, shutting it gently behind you. You walk down the hall and into Mr. Dubose’s office.

He looks up with a smile, “ah, stubborn Y/n. What is it you need?” He nudges his papers off to the side, giving you his undivided attention.

“I wanted to ask what happened to one of the hybrids. Kim Taehyung.” You sit on the chair in front of his desk.

He opens one of his desk drawers, flipping through files before finding Taehyung’s, pulling it out. “Ah, he seems to have been adopted.” He smiles at you.

Your eyes widen, “already? He’s only been here for 2 weeks!” You stand up. He nods, pursing his lips, “well, he didn’t have any real problems, so we sent him to the adoption area and he was adopted the same day he was put out.” You look away, tonguing your cheek angrily.

His eyes soften, “Y/n, you have to understand, this has to happen at-” you cut him off, “Jimin was attached to him.” You look at him. “Do you not understand how upset Jimin is right now? The moment I checked it on him he broke down!” You exclaim.

Mr. Dubose’s eyes widened, “I-I didn’t know… I'm sorry…”

You turn away, “who adopted him?” He sighs softly, “you know I can’t give that out.” You look at him again. “I want to take him in to see him.” You say firmly, “he deserves at least that.”

Mr. Dubose sighs, “I suppose you’re right.” He scribbles something down on a piece of paper before handing it to you. “He was adopted by the Lee’s. This is their address.”

You take the paper, “thank you.” You give him a tight lipped smile before leaving his office, heading straight for Jimin’s room.

You gently knock on the door before opening it, peeking your head in. He looks at you, wiping away his tears, “did you find him?” He whispers, crawling to the edge of his bed, sitting back on his heels.

You nod, stepping in, “in a way.” You smile gently, walking over and sitting beside him on his bed.

His brows furrow, “what does that mean?” He whispers, “where’s Tae?” A new wave of tears filled his eyes.

“He was adopted.” You whisper, gently squeezing his hand. He looks away, his tears starting to slip down his cheeks. “We can go see him.” You whisper, squeezing his shoulder gently.

He looks at you, sniffling, “we can?” He whispers, his voice quivering slightly from his tears. You nod, pulling out the small paper Mr. Dubose gave you. “I have their address.”

He wipes away his tears and nods, “I wanna see him.” He whispers. You nod, standing up and holding out your hand to him. He takes it, standing up as well.

You lead him out of his room, holding his hand in yours, rubbing the back of it with your thumb gently. You make your way to your car, ignoring Sun-hee’s questions. You feel bad, but you know you’ll snap at one wrong word.

You help Jimin into your car before getting in yourself, buckling up before starting to drive over to the address Mr. Dubose provided you.

As you get close to the destination, the more nervous Jimin gets. You reach over, gently grabbing his hand, “you’ll be okay. I promise I’ll do what I can to make sure you can at least see Taehyung often, okay?” You smile gently.

He nods, the movement small and barely noticeable.

After a few minutes you pull up to the house, parking with a deep breath, turning to Jimin. “You ready?” You ask softly, squeezing his hand. He nods, staring at the house.

You get out of the car, waiting for Jimin to get out before walking up the house, Jimin in tow.

You knock on the door firmly, keeping Jimin behind you. After a few minutes the door finally opens, a man raising a brow, “can I help you?” He crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame.

You smile, “good morning, sir, I was told you adopted a hybrid yesterday?” He nods, eyeing you up and down suspiciously. “What’s it to you?” He asks gruffly, stepping closer. Jimin glares at him, not liking the sudden closeness.

You gently squeeze Jimin’s hand, “I work at the facility you adopted him from. I have a close friend of his who would like to see him.” The man scoffs, “we’re busy, go away.” He moves to close the door.

You firmly push the door back open, “sir, you are legally obligated to allow this hybrid to see his pack member.” You say firmly, “if you don’t, you can be fined, or in worst cases, arrested.” He glares at you, reluctantly opening the door, letting you come in.

You lead Jimin inside, keeping him close. The man leads you into the living room, a familiar fox locked in a cage in the corner of the room.

You walk over to him with a frown, “Taehyung?” You crouch in front of the cage. Taehyung looks up quickly, his tail wagging gently, almost timidly. You look at the man with a frown, “why is he in a cage?”

The man rolls his eyes, “he wasn’t behaving.” He says simply. You turn to Taehyung again, opening the cage without a thought. The man takes a few steps closer, “what the hell are you doing?! He hasn’t learned his lesson!” He shouts angrily.

You stand up, pushing Jimin behind you and to Taehyung, stepping closer to the man. “The government may not care, but I don’t tolerate hybrids being crated. They’re human fucking beings!” You shout.

The man scowls, taking a few steps closer again, “listen here, lady-” the man doesn’t have the chance to finish speaking, Taehyung pouncing on him with a sharp growl.

Taehyung takes the man to the ground, locking his jaws on the man’s arm, shaking his head. The man roughly throws Taehyung off, clutching his bleeding arm. Jimin cries out at the sight of Taehyung, rushing over to him.

You rush over as well, examining him worriedly. He whimpers in pain, his eyes squeezed shut. Without hesitation you pick him up, “let’s go.” You tell Jimin, hurrying out of the man’s apartment.

Jimin follows closely behind you, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds nervously. You hurry to your car, setting Taehyung in the back seat, waiting for Jimin to get in before driving off back to the facility.

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[yearofinstitutionalization]

406/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[irishhorse-blog]

gives me stories....

the coven is waiting for you...🦇🩸🖤 | for @kookjinnies

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[for-yoongi0309]

© amabile

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 🔞

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments, Talk Of Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Possible Food/Body/ Eating triggers.

A/N: I rewrote this damn chapter about 50 times. See the author's note at the bottom to see how it was originally going to end!

A/N 2: I accidentally deleted chapter 8 and couldn't recover it. I swear I almost deleted my whole account because I was so mad. I wrote it again, and it's actually much better than the first one.

You look in the mirror as you try on your fifth outfit that consists of jeans and a nice sweater. You felt ridiculous that you were this concerned about what you were going to wear. You were just meeting your sister, not going on a date or anything. It shouldn't feel like a big deal as you're making it out to be, but it was. You had a feeling this meeting was either going to get the two of you on track or say goodbye forever. Honestly, you don't think you're ready for either of those options.

“What happened here?” Yoongi said as he came into the bedroom and saw the mess you created.

Your clothes were thrown all over the room after you tried them on and discarded them in frustration. Random shoes lie by each other, nowhere near their matching mate. You didn't care, though. You only cared about trying to look your best without making it look like you were trying.

“I can't decide what to wear,” you tell him and throw your hands up in frustration. “Do I dress up? Do I just wear jeans? She's going to be dressed perfectly, I know it.”

“It's not a business meeting,” he comments, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle. “You don't even have to go.”

“I want to hear what she has to say to me,” you say. “I just, I need to do this.”

“I'll come with you,” he mumbles into your neck.

“No,” you whisper.

“I'll sit in the car and wait,” he offers and makes eye contact with you in the mirror.

You turn and wrap your arms behind his neck, hugging him. His own arms tighten around your waist, not wanting to let go as he buries his face further into your neck. His lips press against the smooth column of your neck. You were so thankful that you had him, but you had to stop relying on him so much.

“I don't want you getting hurt,” he says quietly. “We both know how she is. With how you have been avoiding your mom, I can guess what your conversation is going to be about.”

“Yoongi, I promise you that if it gets to that point. I will walk out and be done with her. I promise. I have to do this on my own. It's important to me that I do this on my own,” you tell him.

“Come to the studio when you're done,” he tells you, finally giving up on convincing you to stay home. Moving his face close to yours, he rubs your nose with his own. “Will you do that?”

“Yes,” you whisper and press your lips against his. “I’ll be fine.”

You look out the window at the coffee shop where you sit and wait for your sister to show up. They have various colors of red and pink hearts cut from paper taped to the windows in honor of Valentine's day coming up. You wonder if you and Yoongi will do anything that day, but you know you probably won't. It's okay, though. You don't really think that it's that important of a holiday. Last year, he made you dinner followed by the rest of the night in bed. You chuckle to yourself, thinking back to what Lisa had said. Maybe you will take a picture of what's hidden in your closet to intince him to come home that night. No, you're still too embarrassed just thinking about it.

You turn your attention to the glass of water on the table that you ordered when you sat down. It was cold in your hands as you played with it, turning it around and around as the ice clanked against the clear surface. You are not much of a coffee drinker and only drank it socially when you felt like you had to. Jisoo and Lisa need their tall latte, something with extra pumps of stuff to drink every day to survive. Yoongi drinks his black, and it takes like dirt. Much like flowers, you never understood the appeal of coffee and why people liked it so much. Maybe it was the caffeine or just the routine of having it every morning. You check your watch and see you have been waiting for ten minutes, but it sure felt like hours.

The bell to the entrance of the coffee shop jingles as you see your sister finally enter and look around the shop for you. When she spots you, you see her take a deep breath and walk over to the table in the far corner where you sat. There weren't many people around you, you thought that was for the best. As she sits across from you, you sit up just a little straighter in your own chair, straightening your posture. The server comes by and takes her order before either of you can say anything to each other. She ordered some soy something, and it sounded nasty.

"I'm surprised you actually texted me back,” she said, looking at you as she pushed her perfectly smooth hair behind her ears. It didn't seem that she was nervous at all, or she was at least good at covering it up.

“Me too,” you say truthfully as your foot under the table starts to tap quickly. “What did you want to talk about?”

There's a heavy silence that passes between you two as you stare at each other. You break eye contact, and you let your fingers grab a brown paper napkin that was in front of you. You roll it up and unroll it, over and over again, just to keep your hands busy. You wish you could at least appear half as confident as she looks. You both smile at the server, who brings the drink over and places it in front of her on the table. You watch as she takes a sip and places it back down on the table.

“Mingyu and I have been going to couples therapy for the last few months. It was his idea. He admitted during a session that our family dynamic is making him have second thoughts, and he is afraid to have a family with me,” she tells you. “He doesn't like how mom hovers or how you and I don't talk. I promised him that I would sit down with you and try to talk this out. See if we can repair our relationship.”

“Here I am,” you say, and she nods her head.

“I’ve thought about what I wanted to say to you for weeks before I finally got the courage to reach out to you, but now I don't know anymore. Now that I'm here in front of you, it all sounds stupid.” she admits. Her fingernails lightly tap a steady rhythm on her coffee cup. “I even wrote everything down and rehearsed it, but it still just comes out all wrong.”

“Just say it,” you urge, and your fingers grip the napkin harder. The ware on it starts creating small tears in the thin brown material. You were both nervous.

“As much as I don't want to admit it. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and…” she whispers, staring at her coffee and stirring it with her spoon. “I think I was jealous of you.”

“What?” You ask, your voice full of disbelief and face full of confusion. Your sister is jealous of you? There was absolutely no way that you heard her correctly. “What do you mean?”

“She was always so overbearing with me. She had to control everything in my life. I had such high standards to live up to, and I had to work so hard to get there because I couldn't let her down. She told me all the time that I couldn't let her down. If I wasn’t the best, I was letting her down. I had to come first in everything. Etiquette classes, pageants, dance, student council, valedictorian ….” she trailed off, remembering everything that she had been a part of. “I had to be perfect but not you. She left you alone, and I HATED you for that. I hated that you didn't have to put in all that hard work that I did. I hated that you could make mistakes, and I couldn't.”

“You were jealous that I was ignored and yelled at?” you ask, scrunching your face at her. “What are you talking about?”

“Yes…no,” she looked frustrated as she looked up at you. “Remember when we would go camping at grandma and grandpa's cabin?”

“Yeah, the whole family went. You hated going,” you answer, wondering why this was important. “You looked miserable the whole time.”

“No, I didn't hate it. I was just never allowed to do anything. You got to go play with our cousins running around outside in the woods and I had to sit with mom because she didn't want me to get dirt under my nails or god forbid any scrapes that could be seen from a stage. You got to go to birthday parties and sleepovers. I couldn't because she always had to make sure that was sticking to my diet. I had to make sure I could fit in all my costumes at all times. She made every decision for me, but you…you got to do whatever you wanted,” she explains. “My whole life revolved around her and making her happy. All my decisions in life before I moved away were all made by her. I don't even think I know who I really am. I only know the person she crafted me to be.”

“I didn't know things were like that,” you told her softly.

“When I got to college, I almost had a panic attack because I didn't have her there with me telling me what to do. It was like I got so reliant on her, and I was scared,” she said with a sad smile. “Then I met Yoongi.”

You squirm in your seat at the mention of his name. Deep inside, you hoped that you could avoid any conversation about him. Unfortunately, you know he is a big point of contention right now, and he wasn't going to go away. He was going to be in your life forever, but there was no way you could possibly ever think about picking your sister over him if you were forced to choose.

“What about him?” you ask nervously, biting some loose skin on your dry lips.

“It was like….he was the first thing that was all mine,” she said thoughtfully.

“Thing? Do you hear yourself?” You ask, your jaw dropping a little. “Yoongi isn't a thing. He is a person.”

“I know that. You know what I mean,” she snaps a little bit but takes a breath and calms herself. “It was so great at first. We would go out on dates and hang out with friends in the dorms. It was almost like I finally had a normal life for once. A life that I made on my own, and mom had nothing to do with it. Then he started wanting to hang around you because he was always worried about you, and I didn't want to share his attention. I didn't know how to share his or anyones attention.”

“We were friends,” you tell her.

“Just friends? You know, he never got me anything for my birthday. He always said that he didn't like celebrating them,” she whispers as she slowly turns her engagement ring on her finger. It sparkled beautifully when it caught the sunlight at the right angle.“He always got you something though, didn't he?”

“I guess,” you can feel guilt swirl in your stomach because you can't deny her words.

“I tried to be perfect for him,” she says as a couple of stray tears fall down her face. “I did everything I thought I was supposed to do. I gave him all my attention. Had as much sex as he wanted, but it just wasn't enough. Why wasn't I perfect enough for him? Why couldn't I earn his love? I was good at earning people's love and attention.”

“You don't have to earn someone's love,” you explain. “That's not how that works, and you don't have to be perfect for anyone.”

“Will you be honest with me?” she asks softly, and you nod your head as you feel your nerves kick back in. “Were you ever with him when he and I were together?”

“No,” you say automatically. “I wouldn't have done that to you. We never crossed that line.”

“I could see the way he would look at you when he thought I wasn't around. He never looked at me that way. I….just could feel him slipping away from me, but I didn't want to let him go. I knew if I let him go…..he would run right to you,” she told you. “I was right.”

“I….” You start, but nothing else comes out. She was right, and once again, you couldn't deny it. He did run to you…eventually.

“How awful is that? I kept all three of us unhappy because I didn't want to fail at being someone's girlfriend,” she says, wiping her face. “I didn't know how to deal with failure because if I failed, that meant I wasn't perfect. It was never an option before.”

“He told me he felt guilty for how bad your relationship got,” you tell her, and she looks at you questioningly.

“Did he say anything else?” she asks, hiccuping slightly.

Yes, you thought to yourself. He called her suffocating, but there was no way that you could tell her that. She didn't deserve that, and you didn't want to hurt her. You had to choose your words wisely.

“He just said that you two were just…too different,” it wasn't a lie he did say that. “He said that it would have never worked out, and he should have broken it off sooner.”

The two of you fall into silence again. You take your water in your hands again and turn the glass around and around once again. You notice the ice has melted quickly. The condensation makes your hands wet this time, and you move to wipe them on your jeans. It leaves behind streaky handprints on the material of your jeans. Your sister takes a sip of her soy coffee and looks out the window as she sits her mug back on the table. She looks like she's trying to gather her thoughts. You give her the time she needs.

“I love Mingyu. I really love Mingyu,” she says, still looking out the window. “I honestly don't think that I ever TRULY loved Yoongi, not like I love Mingyu anyway. I was just so desperate. I'm just terrified that I will make the same mistakes…”

“No,” you say, cutting her off. “He loves you. He obviously wants to work on it if he wants to do therapy with you. He's fighting for you two, and you should work with him. You need to let Yoongi go. You're not a failure. You just….didn't know any better.”

“I'm sorry,” she said as her bottom lip quivered. “I'm so sorry. I see it now, I do. I know how awful I was. I'm working so hard to change for Mingyu….for myself.”

Tears well in your own eyes. You've never seen her like this. You have seen her cry, of course, throw a fit and have a tantrum, but this….this is new. This was raw, real, and it hurt you to watch her like this. You blink, and your own tears flow freely down your face.

“You don't have to accept my apology,” she says softly, wiping at her face again. “I probably wouldn't if I were you.”

“Can I say something?” You ask, your own voice shaky.

“Yes,” she says just as softly as before.

“I'm still hurt,” you tell her, and she looks down at her coffee. “I think a part of me will always be hurt no matter how many apologies I get or how much time passes. It's always going to linger somewhere.”

“I understand,” she says, nodding her head.

"But,” you continue, but your breath catches and you hiccup. “I want my big sister in my life.”

You start crying openly and sniffle as your nose starts to run. She looks at you with wide eyes and new tears form in her eyes. She blinks, and they fall down onto her perfectly unblemished face. This time, she doesn't wipe them away. They fall onto her pretty sweater, leaving wet spots as they soak into the material. You're sure if you look around, people would be staring at the two of you crying together in the corner. The two of you probably looked messy.

“Really?” she sobbed.

“Yeah. No Mom. No Yoongi or Mingyu,” you say. “Just you and me. I think we can figure it out if we don't rush it.”

You reach your hand across the table and place it in the center with your palm up. She stares at you for a moment before slowly reaching across and taking your hand in hers tentatively. You both smile a teary smile at each other. You don't even think that you can remember ever touching her like this…ever but it felt nice…almost normal.

“We will figure it out,” she promised, squeezing your hand. You nod your head…..you will.

Yoongi was walking around his studio with his earbuds in his ears when you finally arrived. You and your sister stayed sitting in the cafe for another hour, drying your tears together. You steered your conversation to her wedding. You wanted to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a happy topic. You learned she hired a wedding planner, and she thinks that's why your mom has been on your ass about helping you so much. Her wedding planner was lovely, but she was a no-nonsense woman who wasn't afraid to shut your mothers suggestions down or kick her out of a flower shop or two when she tried to take over. Everything makes sense now as to why she was so pushy. She told you not to give into her demands and even offered to give you her wedding planner's business card. You refused, saying you were already too far in now to stop. You hope you don't live to regret that decision.

Yoongi's head snapped up and looked at you when you entered the room. You could feel your bottom lip begin to tremble as you stood there and stared at him. He ripped his ear buds out and let them fall to the floor with a clattering sound as they bounced. Launching yourself at him, you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“I fucking knew it,” he snapped. “Give me her number. I will deal with it once and for all.”

“No,” you cry out, gripping onto him tighter. “It's fine, it's fine. We…we're good. We are going to go to their wedding.”

“What?” he asks and pulls away from you as he looks at you like you grew another head. “Did I just hear you right? You and me….me… going to her wedding?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “I'm going to send her and Mingyu an invitation as well,” you say, and he sits down in his chair.

“What happened?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. He looks at the floor for a minute before looking back at you just as bewildered as before.

“Turns out…..she was hurt just as much as I was,” you tell him and he cocks his head to the side in contemplation. “We are going to take things slow and get to know each other….without anyone around.”

“Okay, I get it,” he says, raising his hands in surrender.

Yoongi sits back in his chair and crosses his ankle over his knee. He looks at his computer and then back to your exhausted and blotchy face. Turning his chair away from you. You watch as he shuts down his computer and presses a few buttons on his thingamajig behind it. You'll remember what it's called later.

“Let's go home,” he says, standing up and bringing you close to him.

“What about the album?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I'm close to finishing it,” he tells you, as he drops a quick kiss to your lips. “It will still be here tomorrow.”

“Home?” you ask softly.

“Home,” he confirms.

Yoongi takes your hand in his. It's the same one your sister held not too long ago. You smile brilliantly up at him. Home.

A/N 3: Okay, so originally, it was not a happy ending for the sisters. MCs sister couldn't take responsibility for anything and even accused her of wanting Mingyu. The more I sat on it, the more I wasn't happy with it. This was the final outcome.

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