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jiminrings · 3 years ago

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i think stem!koo would compare himself with the other guy and start questioning if that’s more oc’s type and if he’s just the outlier. maybe even tries mimicking the other guy to see oc’s reaction… like if oc was talking to hobi and guk saw and then when they meet up a few day later oc’s like???? why are you blonde?

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

besides hoseok having the divine ability to throw pretty cool parties, it turns out he’s actually pretty cool too — too bad jungkook doesn’t know how to handle his jealousy at all.

“would you hate me?”

there’s no morning like today, really

no morning like today because all three of you woke up before 10 am

setting alarms when there are no classes is the equivalent of setting yourself up and you will not subject yourself to that!! — you wake up at like 12 pm max

yoongi would typically wake up at 4 in the morning, groggily realize that it’s iNDEED 4 in the morning, and go back to sleep — he wakes up seven hours later <3

jin’s sleeping pattern (or as what he calls un-blinking hours) fluctuates so oftenly and is therefore non-existent — he wakes up only when you wake him up!!

the three of you just started coming out of your rooms one-by-one and were in a daze looking at each other :|

no morning like today because now that the three of you woke up practically at the same exact time for an unknown reason, you asked if you can have jungkook come over for breakfast and they agreed

“do you guys mind if i invite jungkook for breakfast?”

“nah. go ahead.”

“it’s alright i understand i-?? what did you just say?”

jungkook also feels like there’s definitely something in the air this morning and it’s not weed lol

jin greeted him and yoongi nodded at him??? it felt as weird yet gratifying as a nickelodeon show crossover

all of you are immersed in casual and playful chatter in a somehow haze!! seokjin’s on autopilot preparing four (!!) bowls and yoongi’s getting the family (!!) cutlery instead of the disposable visitor ones

which is why the moment you ask a seemingly-loaded question, everyone just immediately snappeD out of it and was brought back to reality

“would you hate me?”

“never.” (jungkook fervently shakes his head no that his neck felt like it was unscrewed at one point)

“i would gaslight everyone and everything for you.” (yoongi snickers with his hands across his chest, actually thinking that he could also gaslight anything for you even if it’s an inanimate object)

“depends.” (jin carelessly shrugs as he tries to convince himself that you wouldn’t commit arson to his dream shared house with you and yoongi)

...

well they really didn’t let you finish ://

“thank you, but i didn’t mean it that way,” you snicker in thought at each of their answers, giving jungkook a grateful pat on his knee

yoongi almost scowls at that but he, along with jin, catches your incessant gaze

oh the question is meant for the two of them???

“would you hate me if i convince the two of you to split with me the cost of a canvas painting?”

a what

since wHEN are you into canvas paintings???

the two of them have their mouths slightly ajar and even jungkook’s joining in because even if he’s nOt included in this conversation, he’s also surprised???

“like an old abstract painting?” jin grimaces and therefore breaks the silence, blindly folding in his fluffy pancake mix to look at your reaction

“god, no,” you shudder already at the thought of an old painting with asbestos you can’t gauge the meaning of being hung at the large empty wall, “it’s for our dorm.”

.... oh?

they aren’t really against chipping in for an item that only yOU would benefit from, but it’s kinda exciting to think that all three of you are involved

“how big is this painting that you’re talking about?”

yoongi asks in deep thought, already thinking about nails and screws (which probably aren’t allowed) and the backup heavy-duty mounting tape

he’s curious already!!!! screw him!!!

“really?” your eyes considerably widen, looking at the teo of them, both shrugging at each other and that’s already your seal of approval!!! see!! you didn’t even have to plead :D

“A1 — that’s what the guy said. i found him on instagram!!”

yoongi narrows his eyes at you unironically, tch-ing at what you just said

“i don’t speak in barbecue sauce, y/n.”

.,.,.,...,. pls

jin snorts extra loudly because yoongi’s completely serious and not kidding at all when he only knows A1 as a goddamn brand of sauce instead of an actual measurement

“A1 means 23x33 inches in sizing, dumbass.”

the guy at the receiving end of chuckles only nods with newfound knowledge, already mapping it out

“what’s it about? i-i can chip in too if you’d like!!”

jungkook interjects sincerely, raising his hand out of classroom habit to which he sheepishly brings down

“it’s okay, koo. you don’t need to,” you reply back sincerely and effectively shut out the egging that yoongi and jin are giving him, something along the lines of “hey jungkook!! what if you pay for it whole, hm? you can come over for breakfast next time if you do.”

jungkook was really about to steal your phone and enter his card information in a sECOND if only you didn’t stop him

“the painting is to die for, y’know?” you hype it up as much as you could, holding jungkook’s hands in place so he can stop reaching for his wallet

“it’s a painting of a sheep on a field, with the mountains behind it, that says atleast we’re under the same sky!!”

it’s pretty much safe to say that jin and yoongs were ready to lay down their money right then and there

neither of you can put a finger on it but it just tOUCHES your heart!! it’s a piece that pops up in your mind every now and then and feels like a fond memory while at it

“...and sent! quick too — he already gave me the payment confirmation.”

that’s nice!! not even five minutes after you sent your proof of payment and he already acknowledged it

the fact that it’s already paid for now aND is probably gonna get delivered within a matter of days is exciting, really

“i think i’d toss and turn in bed until that painting arrives,” yoongi yawns in admission, going into town with the powdered sugar on his pancakes that you physically had to stop him

“i’d save that painting first when there’s a fire,” jin snickers but it’s not that well-received, getting a pointed glare in return from yoongi, “fine. i’ll save y/n first and then the painting.”

this is your happy place :-)

your three favorite boys in the whole entire world in the sAME room!! and they’re not arguing!! there’s now dwelling in the past!!

just mediocre tolerance from yoongi and jin’s side, then half-giddiness and half-nervousness from jungkook’s side

“when it arrives, i’ll take a picture of the three of you and get it printed!”

kook offers and it earns him a ruffle on his hair, surprisingly from jin, that makes him almost chOke on the most delicious pancakes he’s ever tasted

“thank you, koo.”

jungkook’s getting used to this, actually

normally he’d expect a kiss on his cheek for his wonderful offer!! or maybe a hand on his thigh!! but he’s slowly starting to realize that you’re not always a physically affectionate lover

he’s admittedly the clingier out of the two of you but it’s okay!! right!!!!!!! it is :D

he’s sitting beside you right now on the couch anyway!! he’ll take that

yoongi, however, will nOT take it because that’s his spot and jungkook’s taking it away from him >:( he’s only noticed now out of the twenty minutes the four of you have been sitting here

he’s sneakily scraping off the powdered sugar from his pancakes and to the edge of his plate, ready to spill it on jungkook so he’d have an excuse of pushing him to the bathroom and take his spot beside you

just one more scrape and-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKKKKKKKKKKKK-!!!!!!

literally everyone jolts with the abrupt knocking on your door and it even panics you a little

“w-who’s that?” jungkook fidgets on his seat and raises his feet on the cushions (no one can scold him bc everyone is also preoccupied) and his hand grips on your forearm out of instinct

“are you expecting anyone?” you ask jin because this may just be namjoon who’s rushing to get inside because students might see him

“no one,” he shakes his head and turns to yoongi, “this yours?”

yoongi shakes his head, his hand still clutching at his chest, “didn’t even order anything online these past two weeks.”

this is okay!! robbers don’t knock on the door, right? :-)

you make the initiative to stand up but you get tugged almost immediately by the three of them, shrugging them off as calmly as you could

“i’ll just see, alright?”

you peep on the keyhole and you relax immediately, just seeing a delivery guy with a huge package

you open the door and jungkook sputters of why the hell you would, about to skid towards you when-

“hoseok?”

is that-

is that jung hoseok??

jung hoseok as in your junior, the one who’s notoriously known for throwing the coolest parties ever?? to which he gets even the seal of approval from his seniors??

the same hoseok who threw the party wherein jungkook was ditched by jimin and you needed to walk him home? the one who threw the party wherein tae slipped outside and you needed to take him to the hospital??

tHAT hoseok????

he’s kinda cool for all of that actually

“Y/N???”

he’s just as surprised as you are, mouth actually dropping agape

the both of you are so surprised that neither of you seem to acknowledge the mammoth of a package that he’s holding

...

....

“oh my god, you’re the one who ordered my painting!!!”

hoseok actually leaps to hug you and it’s a miracle that you’re not knocked over with his sheer force, giddily jumping up and down as if embracing you is not enough

he pulls off before you could even poke at him, instead holding you by your shoulders and jostling you lightly now

jungkook’s watching the whole thing unfold and he’s still quite stuck on the couch, head tilting in confusion

why.... is hoseok.... hugging you.....

why........ are you letting him..... hug you

“oh my god!!! you’re the one!!!!! i-i thought no one would buy from me because i’m a small business and i don’t have a lot of works right now and my style is different but — yoongi!!!!”

hoseok attaches to yoongi next and the older guy just chuckles, patting him on the back

they’re not really close and no one really hugs their senior like that, most especially yoongi, but here they are

“let me guess, you’re one of the three who bought it, right?? y/n messaged me saying that she has two friends chipping in and asked me that if i could, add in some freebies!! and i did!!!”

man,, hoseok is quick

“we didn’t know you’re the one who made it,” you admit which gets a lot of nodding from both parties

“i didn’t know either that you guys were the one who bought it!” hoseok exclaims and turns his head to jin, “mr. kim!!! thank you so much!! you complete the trio, right?”

you and yoongi are bAFFLED at hoseok hugging seokjin, or rather mr. kim, aka an official of student affairs

what’s even more baffling is that jin doesn’t look surprised at all

“you two — i- uhm? i don’t-...”

“... hoseok’s my plug. our plug, actually.”

hoseok doesn’t even look the least bit fazed, even nodding and laughing as he raises his hand

“i’m a business major!!”

ok wait maybe that does explain everything

jungkook’s so lost looking at the scene in front of him and frankly, he doesn’t know if he’s still included at this point

he’s frazzled when hoseok’s eyes slightly widen at the sight of him but later grin at him, looking back at you to wiggle his eyebrows

“and jungkook, is a stem major.”

it seems like no one but jungkook is surprised at hoseok’s sudden barging presence in the dorm

no one is batting an eye when he invites himself to stay and plop on the couch

“here, you can have mine.”

jungkook helplessly looks at you when you offer yOUR plate (that has one whole pancake left) to hoseok and leave him be

no one’s questioning him because after all, the three of you are busy unwrapping the package while he continues to explain

“what was i saying again? oh right!! i panicked when i saw the money transferred to my account because even if we were chatting, at first i was a littlE hesitant because like, bogus buyers amirite??” he speaks through a mouthful of pancakes, “and then you paid!! and i saw the address and tHEN i was really excited and like panicked? i didn’t want to get it shipped when you’re this near because that’s expensive!! and i wanted to thank the three of you personally!!”

“— which is why i sprinted all the way here!!”

that explains hoseok’s breathless and sweaty state, the whole tale of him bumping into the dean at one point and almost stomping on a pigeon making everyone entertained

everyone besides jungkook.

is it just him or is everyone’s eye twitching right now

is this his dorm? no. but does he feel like hoseok’s intruding, regardless if he lives in here or in the perspective of a fellow visitor? yes.

apparently, nONE out of the three of you seem to think so

because it’s all so good!! hoseok probably lives in your dorm too because why else would you give up your breakfast for him??

the three of you are actively fawning over the painting and jungkook’s just sO sure that it’s giving hoseok the biggest ego boost of his life ://

they just share a class or two, they aren’t really close anyways

hoseok’s the type to be intimidating and popular at the same time but surprisingly, he’s friendly in a way

ok maybe jungkook’s just getting a little over in his head rn

if he leaves, then it’s also hoseok’s time to leave!!!

he’s already practicing the words in his head

“come on hoseok, they’re the furthest thing away from being done at fawning. let’s walk together back to the dorms.”

he’s about to say it when-

“anyone have a headband i can borrow?”

hoseok asks aloud and effectively catches everyone’s attention, making you stand up in agreement

what the fuck is actually happening

jungkook watches you hand one of the headbands you wear during your games to hoseok, a guy you barely know, like it’s no big deal?????

that headband smells like your hair!!! the hair that he loves to bury his nose into and plays with!!!

that’s yours and you’re giving it to hIM?

jungkook’s stomach actually drops even if he just finished eating minutes ago, ina daze looking at hoseok putting it on his blonde hair

he doesn’t know what’s stemming from his heart nor what his tummy’s telling him, but jungkook doesn’t like it at all.

“i’m going home,” kook murmurs behind you who’s instructing yoongi and jin to level the painting some more, snaking his arm around your waist

“really? oh, okay. text me when you get home.”

you only sweetly smile at him and jungkook’s actually awaiting the offer of you walking him home, but it doesn’t come

that’s okay!

“bye. love you.”

he softly says yet it’s enough for everyone to hear, his hand still secured snugly on your waist

jungkook’s about to go for a kiss on your cheek because he’s sURE that both yoongi and jin would scowl at him if he took it any further, but he catches hoseok at the corner of his eye and it’s all out the door

he unexpectedly presses a chaste kiss on your lips and playfully drags out the mwah! at the end, much to the daggers your friends send him

that’s enough!! hoseok already saw — you’re taken by him. jungkook doesn’t need to worry now that hoseok knows :)

...

....

...... he may have spoken too soon

he’s already established that you’re taken by him, that’s great! even hoseok teases him when they see each other the next day

was that an ego boost? yes

what wasn’t an ego boost is seeing hoseok talking to him and parading the halls with your headband on!!

that’s yOUR headband!!! not his!!! what happened to merely borrowing it?

did he just happen to steal it from you, or did you just let him steal it from you?

jungkook positively thinks that’s the end of this whole heart-clenching

hoseok has your headband but jungkook has you. it’s clear who’s actually winning in life

but god is jungkook wrong again

he texted you in the same morning on what you were doing since you had your classes cancelled for today with no professors coming in

going to brunch with hobi instead of sleeping all day. jin’s in the office and yoongi’s out on grocery duty. have fun w your classes :)

Hobi???

Uhm I literally just passed him in the halls two minutes ago

really? lmao that means he’s skipping class then

no because hold on

hoseok’s sKIPPING class to go to brunch with you?

you’re going to brunch with him???

HOBI?????

jungkook uncomfortably tucks his phone back into his pocket as class starts, chewing at his bottom lip

do you want him to skip classes so he could go to brunch with you?

better yet, is hoseok better than him because it’s no problem for him to skip classes??

now that he thinks about it, jungkook hasn't skipped even a single day of classes ever since freshman year

he used to take pride on his attendance but now he uh kinda wants a blank mark on his card actually

he could go to lengths of skipping classes if you asked him to!! he can!! of course he'll do that for you

but you don't ask him to and it's obvious that you only learned now how hoseok's able to meet you in the first place, but the reason behind it didn't seem to faze you

in fact, it looks like you're even amused

jungkook has to physically shake his head to get rid of his thoughts but that doesn't do anything

he's still thinking about you and hoseok during class.

he's trying not to dwell on it but it's difficult when he's always reminded of it

every time he comes over, the painting is GLARING at him and that's the reason jungkook just keeps his eyes on you for literally the whole time that he's there

your phone sometimes dings and it's a tiktok notification of hoseok sending you one

everything he does, hoseok and his outrageously blonde hair just seems to follow him

you had cat fur on the sleeve of your hoodie because you pet the campus cat awhile ago and jungkook was about to shriek because even that reminded him of the guy

all he's done this week is become bothered and frustrated to the point that even jimin, oftenly the most clueless and easy-going guy in the room, noticed it

"trouble in paradise?"

jimin's cool voice is the first thing that snaps him out of his anti-hoseok tirade in his mind, his eyes landing on his roommate lazily

it's actually jimin's red hair that makes jungkook look twice because when he saw him in the morning, he was still blonde

....,.,. blonde....?

"jimin?"

"hmm? am i right? is it rEALLY trouble in-"

"remember that time you ditched me in hoseok's party? or that time i made your paper because you forgot and you were hung-over and then you ended up getting an A?"

jimin's head tilts at jungkook's enumeration, blinking owlishly at him

".... yeah?"

"good," jungkook nods in acknwoledgement at jimin's recall, "because i think i'm gonna cash in the favors that you owe me."

it's pouring

it hasn't rained in so long and it's raining sO hard that you might have to look for a candle later on

it was on the news anyway that it was gonna rain this hard but no one really expected that it'd be this hard!!

nonetheless, jungkook soothed your worries and said he'd come over because the two of you haven't seen each other in like three days

maybe it's just you but something feels off with jungkook

oddly, he's gotten a little bit more attached to you yet weirdly distant at the same time

for some reason, he asks a lot more questions too

just yesterday, he sent you a screenshot of a white polo, asked if it looked good, and proceeded to immediately purchase it once you said it looked nice

just because you don't frequently comment on what you notice, doesn't exactly mEAN you don't care about it

jungkook's a big boy!! an adult!! if he wants to say something to you, then he says it

he always has the words in his head, that much you know

but yOU, however.,.,.,

you really don't have the words right now

because as soon as you open the door, your eyes land on your boyfriend

your boyfriend in his usual hoodie who's been growing out his hair and is looking very much blonde and different

“you’re blonde?”

you rhetorically ask in shock and you're clueless to the fact that you look like a fish out of water, your hands unconsciously darting out to his chest

“hmm, you like it?”

jungkook hums and tries to keep the giddiness he feels at bay just seeing you look gobsmacked, your hands moving from his collarbones to his neck and finally, to his hair

you offer no answer because you find yourself kissing jungkook before you could even let him in and close the door

he mewls in satisfaction when you kiss him deeper and cup his cheeks, his hands finding no hesitance in pushing your bodies closer by the waist

"my handsome boy," you mumble at one point in the kiss, eternally grateful that the two of you are the only one in the dorm right now

jungkook preens at your attention, mumbling to your lips before he makes the move to kiss you determinedly

“you like me better than hoseok?”

in a single second, he doesn't feel you kissing back at all

he's so confused as he pulls away, dark brows, in contrast to his blonde hair, knitted in confusion

“quit it.”

there's no actual edge to your tone but you feel like it, an incoming realization starting to dawn on you

jungkook's oblivious to your boiling irritation, clueless to how the dots are connecting in your mind and how you're not sure on how to tackle them

“what did i do? i was just asking you if you like me better than him.”

he says nonchalantly and it's the tone that irks you — as if his seemingly harmless question didn't reveal what he really wanted to get at

“i’m with you, jungkook. has that not been established enough yet?”

your voice is still calm yet you trudge away from him, your boyfriend quick on his heels to trail behind you

“i mean you did kiss me on the mouth just now,” jungkook points out as if you weren't aware. “because i’m blonde just like hoseok.”

“oh my god."

it was just a strong hunch at first but hearing it first-hand from jungkook accelerates your sentiment for what he did even faster, your eyes rolling to the back of your head that rubs him the wrong way

he runs his hand through his hair out of habit, reminding you even more that it's bleached and blonde yet for all the wrong intentions

“is asking you so wrong? why are you getting defensive?”

you snicker at his inquiry, hands across your chest that just challenges him to do the same

“what’s wrong is that you dyed your hair blonde for no other reason besides the fact that hoseok is!”

now that jungkook hears it from you, his eyes narrow

“can’t i just be inspired?” he snaps, “can’t i be inspired to look this way because you look at him in that way?”

what?

wHAT????

“what way, jungkook?”

seemingly caught in a blindspot, he tries to backtrack

“i-i’m not-“

you're having none of it and to be honest, you're not even sure if it just pure anger that you're feeling at the moment

“you spent hours in a salon, is that it?" you prod him and that makes jungkook avoid your eyes, huffing under his breath, "got jimin to help you out?" that actually hits a nerve on him and makes his eyes zero in on you with much annoyance, "what did you go through just because you’re so inspired?”

“you look at hoseok like you’re in love with him!”

“i’m not in love with hoseok, jungkook!" you articulate every word but even that seems to anger jungkook further, "why would you even think of that?”

“because you’re only supposed to look at me that way. y-you’re not supposed to go to brunch with a guy alone when you just met him. you’re not supposed to lend him your headbands when he can just buy them! you’re not supposed to do the things you’d do with me with other guys!”

“he’s my friend. just like yoongi and jin are. i can do these things with them but that doesn’t mean i love you any less.”

jungkook rolls his eyes and even your profession of love doesn't budge him at all

“there you are with your guy friends again.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you feel him treading to dangerous territory but you stand your ground regardless, your voice shaking when you add

“yoongi and jin came into my life way before you did, jungkook.”

it was to simply remind him but he feels as if it's out of spite, looking at you pointedly before patronizingly chuckling

“i know. i can never win with you, that’s it, right? just because you’re older than me by a year and you have friends that want to beat me up — you always win!”

his voice raises by the end of his sentence and it's his words that make you grind your teeth together and your nostrils flare, lip dangerously close to trembling

“i’m sorry if i’m jealous and i don’t know what to do because this is the first time i’ve become a boyfriend, alright?"

jungkook throws his head back and gestures to you, shaking his head while he's so close to crying because of his pent-up insecurity

“i’m sorry that i don’t know what to do and you always do because you probably had like ten boyfriends before me, right?? i’m so inexperienced and new to you that you can’t even stand me and-“

there's pin-drop silence in the room.

jungkook only realizes his words belatedly and the weight that they carry, eyes in a stand-still on you who looks the furthest thing from being appeased at him

you're actually hurt.

“how dare you, jungkook.”

your fists are balled to the point that the tips of your fingers feel numb from the pause in circulation, but oddly enough, jungkook feels the most remorseful when he sees your figure deflate and therefore relax

“don’t come home, it’s pouring. or go back to your dorm, whatever. i don’t care.”

he's planted by his feet but he realizes to move when you're walking out of your own dorm, prying away his hand from your elbow

“you can sleep in my room. i’m sleeping out tonight.”

part two

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mintvender · 4 years ago

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Oh! How about Going outside with them! I just need fluff rn lol

Here are some cotton candy to fulfill your cravings, love. Hope you’re doing fine 😊🌿

HaremAU!

BTS’ Reaction to Going Outside

Warnings: Nothing

Masterlist

Chrysanthemums: this particular flower has been said to symbolise fidelity, optimism, and joy. Aside from their beauty, this is a flower that is long-lasting, low-maintenance and quite affordable.

Kim Taehyung

With his constant attempts to avoid doing anything physical, Taehyung does occasionally enjoys the outside setting.

However, most of his time would be spent bathing in nature’s warmth rather than interacting with others. Just having these little silent yet peaceful moments really replenishes his mental stability. It is also a time where memories of the past would revisit him.

Spending time just enjoying your presence under the sun’s warm gaze, and talking about your guys’ memories really makes Taehyung cherish it even more.

Also, don’t forget to bring Yeontan with you guys. As the proud parent of Yeontan, Taehyung would feel so much pride whenever you play with the little pup.

It reminds him of the family that he can come to whenever he needs them and that there are still people who cares for him.

“ The landscape here is so pretty! How did you find it?... Yeontan! Run with Y/n!”

Kim Namjoon

Whenever you and Namjoon go outside, you both always end up in random bookstores littered throughout the different districts.

Spending your time talking about the manuscripts and writings that you both had previously read as you browse the stores.

Reaching out to grab what had interested you while tuning in to Namjoon’s conversation with the seller about the newly released medical books, you began to take out your wallet, preparing to pay for your guys’ items.

After deciding on what you wanted, you headed to the front of the store and payed for your items. Swiftly snatching the books that Namjoon had wanted, you turned around and exited the store after greeting the seller.

Hopelessly sighing at your attempts to prevent him room destroying the products, Namjoon greeted and thanked the seller before quickly running after you. On to the next store you both go.

“ You don’t need to do that, Y/n. You know I won’t accidentally rip the pages, it’s not possible... you can keep it until we get back.”

Jung Hoseok

Coming from a noble household, Hoseok was surprisingly quite comfortable with the outside world. Maybe it’s his natural ability to befriend anyone or the friendly vibe that he gives off.

Either way, it definitely attracts quite a bit of people, even with him dressed as a commoner. You also noticed that he seemed more relaxed here than in the palace, almost as if he had spent years living here.

Anyways, always pay attention to where he is since he can easily disappear when he gets interested in something. Having experienced it a few times, Hoseok does have some presciences to stay close to you but when he gets excited, all of those get thrown out of the window with him rushing to whatever like an overexcited child.

“ The lady at that stall was so friendly, she even gave me an extra bun! You can have it... gasp, Look! They’re performing something, let’s go over there and see!”

Min Yoongi

The amount of times Yoongi have ever step foot outside of the palace’s walls are in the single digits.

As a child, the vicious adults would constantly feed his curiosity by telling him all the myths involved in the streets, and how dirty it is.

As a result, he was quite hesitant in going out to the streets. However, Yoongi will go out as long as he is with you.

If you both are alone, without any guards or servants to accompany you; the trip will be quite interesting. Like a little child, he’s quite hesitant on venturing out so do expect him to be quite attached to you.

However, as he is in the public, he does have to maintain his little persona. To others, he might just look possessive of his companion, but to you, it was more like an act from an overly dramatic kitten. Though, you will have to make sure to keep that thought to yourself. After all, Yoongi has a reputation to uphold.

“ What is that? ... Food? Is it really edible? Is it safe to eat? Do I want to try? ... W-why a-are you buying them?”

Jeon Jungkook

What originally was him accompanying you changed to you actually accompanying Jungkook. With his mixed bloodline, the streets have always been a pleasure break for him, especially with how hectic and annoying the palace can become.

As a result, Jungkook really enjoyed spending his time out here during his childhood.

However, as he gets older, he found himself getting more involved with the harem, hence not having the time to enjoy these simple things.

As a result, the moment he heard about your little outing, he’ll be sprinting out the door and prepare for the departure.

Dressing in commoner’s clothing reminds him of the peaceful days as a child where he could wander to wherever without getting pestered at.

With the familiar earthy smell of the ground and the loud crowds, Jungkook practically dragged you to every stall positioned on both sides, pushing his way through the crowd while still maintaining that goofy grin.

“ Your maj—, n-no I mean Y/n, do you perhaps enjoy this?... It’s so pretty and delicate!... Let’s go and see why they’re crowding over there!”

Kim Seokjin

Convincing Seokjin to step out of his luxurious carriage is already difficult, but getting him to put away the roll of red fabric is practically impossible.

However, after pulling him out of the carriage, it was already too late to go back. So as a result, have fun with all of his nagging.

Being the rich merchant he is, Seokjin would pull you around pointing at every product while saying a sarcastic comment about their quality, as well as exaggerate his products to you.

With how loud he is, it is expected that every merchant would overhear your guys’ conversation and get offended by him degrading their product.

As a result of his obnoxious behaviour, the entire crew got chased by countless people, barely being able to get back to the palace in one piece. Looks like you will never do this with Seokjin again.

“ The quality of this candle is the worse I’ve ever seen. Mine is way better! Why are they looking at us like that?”

Park Jimin

Despite his not so pleasant view on the outside world, it is the only place where Jimin’s secret low esteem gets replenish whenever he shows off his flirtatious side. Having people falling head over heels for his appearance makes him so giddy that he would do anything to make the most of it.

However, that doesn’t mean that he will completely ignore your presence because you’re his main target! Constant little flirts would be sent your way as you both venture in the streets until you both entered the beauty section.

Completely forgetting his previous intentions, Jimin’s eyes sparkled at the countless jewelry and accessories that were displayed. Practically hopping to every store, Jimin excitedly showed you all the items that had caught his eyes.

Paying for whatever he had picked out, you happily watched his interaction with the seller, glad to see the little innocence he had buried deep inside him.

“ Your— Y/n! Look at what I found! Doesn’t this match my eyes? Quick, come! I just saw this really pretty necklace!”

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 4 years ago

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Let’s talk: BTS decorating their BE photocards (BangtanB)

by Admin 1

Today BH posted a Bangtan B*mb of the members decorating their BE photocards and honestly, it was just too funny of a video to not post some comments about it. If you haven’t seen it yet, please do since it’s an amazing happy boost, and also showcases the differences in the members personalities really well in the way they approached the decorating and the final results.

Before I get into it properly, can we please talk about Namjoon for a moment? His duality? The way he can be so cute and silly and cover his photocard almost completely in cute glittery stickers and then turn around and look like this? I wasn’t ready. For those who saw my post yesterday about the LGO videos, yes, I still haven’t recovered lol.

Okay, now, lets talk about the video and the cutest/funniest moments.

(Not to be me but gotta love how Jimin’s and Tae’s photocards are stuck togetehr/connected through the pink sparkly squiggly line sticker, cute. Also it looks like Hobi turned himself into a cute cat boy haha.)

The first duo were the 94 liners, Namjoon and Hobi, and right off the bat it made me smile and laugh so much. Hobi started out trying to make it at least somewhat neat, complained about how he’d stuck the J a little crookedly onto the photocard, but sooner rather than later escalated into just going all out with different hearts and squiggly lines to the point of giving himself heart shaped purple space buns and a pink tail.

Meanwhile Namjoon’s plan seemed to be just covering the entire photocard in stickers, except for his face. He added flowers and squiggly lines, even at one point tried to scratch off one of the stickers to adjust its placement which, I mean, is very Namjoon. Also, the sheer size difference of their hands and those tiny stickers? And Hobi’s proud smile?

Next up was Jimin with Seokjin and they were my faves in this hands down. The way they work off of each other and make each other (and us) laugh is just so fun and entertaining to watch. Their dynamic is amazing! I love how Jimin wanted to stick an A in hangul onto Seokjin’s photocard (turning Jin into Jan) and at first Seokjin told him not to do it, not to touch other people’s art, but of course he has the worlds biggest heart and soft spot for the members so he allowed Jimin to do it in the end.

Three times.

And like that wasn't enough, Seokjin discovered one of the pink squiggly sparkly lines and called it ‘pink poop’ deciding he wanted to stick that onto Jimin’s photocard right above his head. Which, in the end, Jimin also let him do. Adorable.

Their themes were also just so...them. Jimin sticking to flowers (with Seokjin suggesting that he should add a stem below his face so he’d literally be a flower, which Jimin didn’t accept) to match the photocard itself while Seokjin went for “twinkle twinkle little human star” and literally added a yellow star onto his face and surrounded that with even more stars. If that doesn’t scream Seokjin, I don’t know what does, and I mean that in the most endeared way possible.

Even more so when we think back to the BE Unboxing in units (11:55 onward) where they were supposed to add star stickers as rating along with a review right onto the cover of BE. There, too, Seokjin covered most of the cover in stars, the amount most certainly exceeding any rating system for albums.

Then we had Tae along with JK, the only duo that was relatively quiet as they worked, their section less filled with laughter. This isn’t a bad thing, of course, just means they were focused at their task which makes sense in the context of their personalities. Both are visual artists in their own right, JK usually sticking more to videos and photography (though he also draws), while Tae also dabbled into painting, so it was interesting to watch how they approached the task, both of them ending up with results that were far more minimal and neat than those of the previous pairs.

Tae even made a joke about how their photocards decorated with their names alone simply have name value and would sell for five billion won at an auction. I mean, he’s probably not wrong about that...

And lastly we had Yoongi on his own, his segment likely having been filmed a while before the other members judging by the background and when his surgery was. He also worked relatively quietly, though that was likely due to the fact that he was on his own. Looking at how many options there were, I thought to myself that I’d simply be overwhelmed by too much choice.

The cutest thing about his decorating though was how in the end he concluded that he’d want to give his photocard to Hobi so he can keep it in his wallet. Which is even cuter when we think back to FESTA 2020 and how Yoongi had won a Hobi photocard which he’d put in his own wallet. Those two are so soft for each other.

And like all of that wasn’t cute enough, we got this adorable Hobi selca.

Overall it was a really, really fun Bangtan B*mb full of laughter and the members having amazing chemistry with each other. Such a simple idea, having them decorate their photocards, and yet the result is so good!

But, speaking of decorating photocards, could you imagine actually doing that with any of your own? Because honestly I can’t. I’m not necessarily one of those ARMY who collect all the photocards etc and yet I still value mine too much to attempt anything like this out of fear that I’d just ruin them. Same with my ARMY B*mb. Even though I’d love to have the handle covered in rhinestones to match Namjoon’s sky blue mic, Seokjin’s pink one, Yoongi’s black one, or JKs purple iridescent one, but I’d never be brave enough to even give it a try. After all my ARMY B*mb permanently lives in its box so it won’t break or fall or something could happen to it in general.

Anyway, sorry for going on a tangent. The point though is that this was a great Bangtan B*mb with perfect timing for a Sunday.

#BTS #decorating photocards #bangtan sonyeondan #Namjoon #Seokjin #Yoongi #Jimin #Taehyung #Hoseok #Jungkook #bts photocards #BE photocards #remember how we started out this blog sounding so serious #and yet I've derailed it all by now by just being too much me #hope you don't mind the less filtered and put together posts #BTS BE #lets talk

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excusemin · 4 years ago

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Keys - MYG

-Part Two of Quarantine with Bangtan

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Rating: PG

Genre: established relationship, FLUFFY FLUFF

Warnings: mentions of insomnia, a bit of anxiety, other than that I think we are good? :)

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: Coffee and warm chocolate croissants can go down a sweet, sweet road.

A/N: Hello, this is so far my longest fic created and I hope it is likeable. Super huge thanks to @dontaskshhhhh for helping me throughout the whole phone call part. I’m so socially awkward, it’s embarrassing lol. The phone call was slightly inspired by the song 10000 hours hehe. Remember to send in an ask if you’d like to be tagged in the following parts to Quarantine with Bangtan. Enjoy. 💜

Sleeping at night was always hard so finding different methods to sleep have become hopeless. Y/n has tried almost about everything that could come up in her mind. Ranging from aromatherapy to melatonin supplements, nothing seemed to work. Even avoiding the small afternoon naps after coming from work have made it worse. Fearing the dark corners of the room but disliking the bright light coming from the television, it was hard. White noise seemed to help but it could not be too loud. Sleepless nights were rough but can be dealt with coffee in the morning.

That's until he came in the picture. It was any other ordinary day, walking into the nearby coffee shop to get an iced Americano for herself and a chocolate croissant as a ‘thank you for covering for me while I was running late again’ gift to her beloved coworker.

The wait for her order to come was slightly longer than usual and she could not stop the wave of anxiousness flowing through her body. She wondered how her coworker would scold her for being far more late than usual. Y/n started to unknowingly, pick at her nails while she waited for her order to be called up.

“Iced Americano and a chocolate croissant to go!”

Snapping out of her daze, she walked forward to grab a hold of her items, when she was met with a larger hand above hers. Immediately, her hand froze as she let out a gasp. The larger hand was removed quickly as soon as the gasp came out of her lips. Her body jolted backwards at the action and ended up bumping into the chest of whoever the large hand belonged to. Too scared to bring up her gaze, she apologized to the owner of the large hand. Hearing nothing, she feared being told off for grabbing the drink. Stumbling over her thoughts, she mustered all the courage she could to bring her gaze up to the most likely angry person.

Instead of being met with an angry person, she was met with locks of mint colored hair covering their face. Their gaze was focused on the floor as their hand moved to the nape of their neck, blocking Y/n’s view from their face. Worried, she stepped slightly closer to get a look of the person's face.

“Hey, are you okay? I’m so sorry about that, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” She spoke softly as she slowly raised up her hand to see if the person was okay.

Y/n softly touched the person’s shoulder and luckily her hand was not swatted away. She took note of the person’s comfortable outfit as she calmly waited for a response. They were wearing an over sized black hoodie, dark blue jeans with a few rips here and there along with some black combat boots. Comfortable indeed. She stared in awe of the mint colored tresses on the head of the person standing before her. Y/n wanted to reach out to see if they were as soft as they appeared but she didn’t want to push her luck too much. The locks of mint colored hair moved to slowly allow their gazes to meet.

She was finally granted sight of the minty haired person’s face. Y/n was not expecting to be met with such a delightful sight. Letting her eyes wander, she noticed the soft features of the guy standing before her. Starting from his lips, they were a soft hue of pink, they looked slightly chapped but she wondered how soft they would feel. Moving her gaze up little by little, she took note of the faint mole near the top on his button nose. Too busy admiring his features, she did not notice him admiring her features as well.

Their eyes met and they both shied away from each other's gazes. Both faces were flushed and avoided eye contact at all costs. Luckily, the barista called out another order of an iced Americano and a chocolate croissant. Once again, looking at each other, their eyes widened realizing they had ordered the exact same thing. Smiling softly at each other, they walked up to the counter to retrieve their items.

The mint haired guy reached out for the first order that was out on the counter before the incident while handing the one that was recently put out to her. Curiously looking up at the guy with a questioning gaze, he let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s fresher so I’ll let you have it. I’m okay by the way. Not hurt in any way, I was just startled.”

“Oh! Are you sure? I don’t mind, it’s still a drink.”

“It’s perfectly okay...”

“Y/n. L/n Y/n. I am sorry for that.”

“I’m Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you. No need to worry sweetheart, it’s my fault after all, I did reach out after you’ve gotten a hold of it.”

“Thank you Yoongi, I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely sweetheart.”

Y/n smiled at him one last time before walking out of the coffee shop flustered. She wondered if she would still see him around as she rushed to her job. Work seemed to pass by in a flash and in no time, she was back home to finally rest. Falling asleep that night was easy because all that was replaying in her mind was the sound of Yoongi’s soft voice.

The next day was a much brighter one, thanks to the extra hours of sleep. The whole walk to the coffee shop was full of hope to see the Yoongi once again. Arriving at the coffee shop, Y/n began to pick at her fingernails in nervousness when she entered the door. Immediately getting hit with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, she took a deep breath in letting the scent calm her down.

Looking around for the mop of minty locks, she frowned when they were nowhere to be found. Y/n let her feet trail her to the line to get her usual order as she let out a sigh.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Y/n gasped at the sudden voice that spoke from behind her. Recognizing the voice right away, her face flushed while she hoped that he didn’t catch her scanning the coffee shop for him. Turning around, she offered Yoongi a warm smile. He moved up to be next to her as they moved forward in the line.

“Good morning Yoongi.”

“It is a good morning indeed. I thought I wouldn’t see you around after yesterday.”

“Me? I’m not going anywhere any time soon.”

“That’s good to hear, I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.”

“You scaring me? I bumped into you. If anything, I feel like I did enough to scare you off.”

“I’m happy for that, I wouldn’t have met you if you didn’t bump into me. Plus, a cute little thing like you could never scare me away.” Feeling heat rush to her face, she figured it was going to natural now when in the presence of Yoongi.

“U-um...Y/n?”

“Yes Yoongi?” Sensing a pinch of nervousness laced in his soft voice, she turned around to look up at him to let him know that he had her full undivided attention. Noticing her attention on him, his hands immediately went into the front pocket of his dark colored jeans and avoided all eye contact with Y/n.

Noticing his shy behavior, she placed her hand on his arm and offered him a warm smile when he finally looked at her. Smiling back at her, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“I-It may seem a bit ridiculous considering the fact that we are standing here but would you let me treat you for coffee or anything you’d like?”

“Coffee with you? I’d love that.” Hearing those words come out of her lips, Yoongi released a breath he did not know he was holding.

Noticing that the line was nearing the front of the cash register, he placed his hand gently on the small of her back to guide her up the line as it advanced. Affected by the action, Y/n felt her heart pound in her chest as she felt her face flush for the hundredth time that day. She was faced with Yoongi’s black knitted sweater along with the faint aroma of laundry detergent. Yoongi glanced down at Y/n, eyes widening once he took note of how close they were.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” Both of them looked ahead of them while mentally thanking the cheerful cashier for snapping them out of the little moment.

“Go ahead sweetheart.”

“Um hello, can I get an Iced Americano and a chocolate croissant?”

“Can you make that two of each please?” Y/n felt her breath hitch as she felt Yoongi’s presence behind her. Once the cashier read out the price, Y/n tried to reach into her bag to grab her wallet but before she could, Yoongi held her hand and told her that he had it.

Eyesight falling from his face to gaze at his larger hand holding hers, Y/n felt her cheeks burn up at view. She muttered a small ‘thank you’ once he paid for the both of them.

Side by side, they walked to a few empty stools to sit on while they waited for their orders to be prepared. Pulling out the chairs for the both of them, Yoongi waited for Y/n to sit down first so he could take a seat as well. As he waited, he felt his heart swell up at the sight of Y/n struggling to get on the wooden stool. Once she got settled down, he sat right next to her.

Y/n’s eyes narrowed down at how easily Yoongi was able to slide into the stool. Watching her little fit of frustrations, he couldn't help but laugh at the observation. She tried to keep up the ‘angry’ look but eventually gave in to join his laughter. Once they both calmed down, they relaxed back into the wooden stools as their gazes met once again. Yoongi offered a small smile before he took the initiative to break the comfortable silence between them.

“Do you come here everyday sweetheart?”

“Pretty much, I live off of these coffees. How about you?”

“I think I started coming here about two weeks ago. Now, I think I’ll be coming more often. It feels so nice here, it feels so...”

“Soothing?”

“Yeah, I needed to get some fresh air and instead I got the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in my lungs.”

“That’s the highlight of my day.”

“I think it’ll start being mine too.” Looking back at Yoongi, Y/n noticed his cheeks tinted with a soft pink color while his eyes avoided her lingering ones. His gaze darted to hers once he heard Y/n giggle. Softly smiling along, he noticed his fingers were itching to hold her hand and whisper sweet words to her. Luckily, he didn’t get the chance to embarrass himself as the barista called out their orders.

“Stay here sweetheart.”

Once again, Yoongi mentally thanked the barista for snapping him out of his daze as he walked to receive their orders. Coming back to the beautiful girl that caught his eye, he handed her the coffee and warm croissant.

“Thank you Yoongi. Unfortunately, I have to go before I’m late to work.”

“No worries sweetheart. If it’s not too much for me to ask, is it fine if we can exchange phone numbers… we don’t have to if yo-”

Chuckling at his little stammering, Y/n unlocked her phone and handed it to Yoongi. Slightly embarrassed, Yoongi focused his gaze on her phone to type his number and his name with a little heart on the end. He tapped on the call button so he could get her number as well. Once he felt his phone ring in his pocket, he handed hers back to playfully answer the ringing phone.

“Hello sweetheart.”

“Hello Yoongi.” They could have sworn that they looked like complete idiots smiling at each other to anyone who was in the coffee shop but they did not care.

“As much as I want to stay here with you, I have to get to work.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart.”

“See you tomorrow Yoongi.” As Y/n walked out of the coffee shop after getting her things, her phone chimed notifying her that she received a message. Carefully balancing her iced drink on one hand as she unlocked her phone, she smiled when another message popped up on her screen.

‘I hope you have a wonderful day at work and well all day overall sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.’

Y/n looked back into the coffee shop to spot Yoongi already looking at her. She brought up her hand to wave as she mustered up a bright smile.

Her phone chimed once more and her eyes widened seeing the message of her coworker asking if she had to cover for her again. Quickly, she typed a text back letting her know that she’d be there in six minutes. Before starting her walk, she took a deep breath in and released it with a content smile on her face. To her, that coffee tasted much better than any other day along with the warm chocolate croissant that seemed to make her heart warm up at every bite.

That content smile remained for the rest of the day, not even the loads of work that her boss piled on her desk was enough to bring her down. Almost exactly like the day before, work passed by once again in a flash and she was ready to go home. The walk home was not far but it seemed to pass by much more quickly than any other day.

Once Y/n was able to reach her home, she directly walked to the restroom to prepare for bed. As she passed her bedroom, her bed looked so comforting and she could have sworn it was calling out her name. Giggling at the thought, she made her way into the bathroom and turned on the water to the shower. As she waited for the water to adjust to the preferred temperature, she removed the clothes she wore for the day. Before she hopped in, she turned on a soothing playlist on her phone and set it down on the bathroom counter where it would not fall.

Feeling the water pour over her head, she pretended that her worries and troubles were being washed away along with the rose scented soap she lathered on. Once she felt she was clean enough, she wrapped a towel around her body as she stepped out. Gathering her phone, Y/n walked back into her bedroom humming the tunes she heard while she showered.

Tossing her phone on the bed, she stood in front of her wardrobe looking for what to wear for the night. Settling in for an over sized shirt, she hung the towel on the hook by her wardrobe to dress up.

When everything seemed just right, she let herself fall right in the middle of the bed. The phone next to her head chimed and Y/n bubbled with excitement in hopes that it was the guy with the minty hair. Sounding out his name, she realized that his name had a nice sound to it, she loved it. Or maybe she loved the guy that name belonged to.

Shaking her head at the thought, she unlocked her phone and read the message. Her heart skipped a beat for the thousandth time that day.

‘Hello, sweetheart. I hope it’s not too late for you but is it okay if I call you?’

‘I don’t mind Yoongi.’

Before she could pause to think if the message was decent enough to send, her own fingers betrayed her mind and it sent her heart into a frantic state. She’s talked to the guy before but it does not ease down her racing heart. Before she had any more intruding thoughts, her phone rang and her breath hitched. Once again, her fingers had a mind of their own and answered the call.

“Hello sweetheart.”

“H-hi Yoongi.”

“I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No, I just laid down so no worries. So Yoongi, to what do I owe the honor for this call?”

“Um well… I just… well I wanted to hear your voice.”

Feeling ecstatic, Y/n shifted around to place her burning cheeks on her cool pillow as she let out a giggle. Part of her wished she could see his face but the other part of her is thankful that he doesn’t get to see the outcome of his words.

“It’s just that you have a soothing voice and well, calling is so much easier than texting.”

Y/n stumbled upon her words as she tried to mentally gather what to say back to Yoongi but before she could embarrass herself any more, he started talking again.

“The rain looks really nice tonight. Is it raining with you?”

“I actually didn’t notice it until you brought it up. It is soothing.”

“Do you love the rain?”

“Does it make you dance?”

Bursting into a fit of laughter, Y/n tried to muffle her laugh with her pillow to listen to Yoongi’s. She decided at that moment that it was definitely one of her favorite sounds in the world. After calming down, she let out a sigh as she felt her body less tense than when the phone call started.

“Tired of me already?”

“No, I could never. I’m enjoying this Yoonie.”

“Yoonie? I like the sound of that sweetheart.”

“Really? Good, now I have a nickname for you too. I gave you my name and you still use sweetheart.”

“I just wanted to know more about you and I still do.”

“Feelings mutual Yoonie. Tell me something that’s on your mind.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Well, the only thing that comes to my mind other than you is that I need to finish the song that’s sitting on top of my piano.”

“You play the piano? You’ve gotta play something for me someday.”

“Actually, I can play a part of it and you can tell me if you like it or not.”

“Play me a song piano man.”

“Very funny, here we go. Ready sweetheart?”

“Ready Yoonie.”

Shifting was heard in the background, Y/n imagined that he was getting comfortable so she adjusted herself to lay comfortably on her side and brought her knees near her chest. Y/n turned the speaker on and pressed it close to her chest, hoping that Yoongi wouldn’t hear her heartbeat.

At the sound of the first few notes, she let her eyes close to enjoy the sound coming from the other side of the line. Mellow tunes were being played so gracefully that Y/n felt as if she were floating in the softest clouds.

The peace and warmth that enveloped in her body was indescribable but it was enough to bring her comfort that she did not know she was missing. Tiredness was consuming her body but instead of giving in she tried to keep her eyes open to listen to the beautiful melody that Yoongi played so gracefully. The peaceful melody eventually came to an end and Yoongi’s soft voice made an appearance again.

“I still need to work on it but it’s almost finished, did you like it?”

“Yoonie that was so beautiful, I loved it so much. What’s the name of the masterpiece?”

“Ah, I’m really happy to hear that. You’ll know the name pretty soon if everything works out sweetheart.”

“Hmm, I’m excited for that day to come. I’m sure whatever name you choose, it’ll be amazing.”

“ Thank you sweetheart. Your nickname suits you very well.”

“You know, your voice is pretty soothing too.”

“Ah you heard that.”

“Were you hoping for me not to hear it?”

“Part of me did but the other part of me is happy you did.”

Before she could answer back, a yawn escaped her mouth.

“Sleepy?”

“A little.”

“You should try to get some sleep sweetheart.”

“Already trying to get rid of me Yoonie?”

“Not at all but who am I to keep a princess from getting beauty sleep.”

“Very funny, I’m enjoying this conversation a lot but I don’t want to fall asleep on you.”

“Go ahead and sleep, I’ll be here when you need me to be sweetheart.”

“Will I see you tomorrow Yoongi?”

“I’ll be there waiting for you.”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night Yoonie, sleep well.”

“Sweetest dreams to you sweetheart.”

Sighing as Y/n finally let sleep consume her, she does not remember if she ended the call or not but she could not bring herself to check. She heard a faint chuckle before she drifted off to another restful sleep.

When Y/n walked into the coffee shop the next morning, Yoongi had been waiting for her along with their orders of iced Americanos and warm chocolate croissants.

As each day passed by, their mornings became dates whenever they found free time in their busy schedules. As each week passed by, they became more comfortable with each other. As each month passed by, their feelings became stronger for each other which led Yoongi to confess with a mixtape labeled as ‘Honey FM’.

Waking up to an empty bed was slightly disappointing but hearing the soft tunes flowing out of the piano made up for it. Smiling to herself, she stretched out and released a couple of tired yawns. Y/n would have made the bed but she knows that somehow they’ll end back under the comfortable sheets pretty soon.

Following the source of the soft tunes playing until she caught sight of her boyfriend sitting in front of the piano with his eyes closed while his hands flowed up and down the piano gracefully.

Zoning out, she remembers the nights where they cuddled together. There were nights where he’d be the big spoon and there were nights where he would be the little spoon, she loved both especially when one of his arms were wrapped around her body while his other hand was intertwined with hers. When she was sure he had fallen asleep, she would bring up the hand that she held and place soft kisses on them. She felt as if the action was showing her wordless appreciation towards him even if he was asleep.

Little did she know that he would sometimes still be awake. The first time she had done it his heart warmed up and he wanted nothing more than to turn her around to place the most love packed kisses he could muster up but he didn’t want to startle her. So he would pretend to be sound asleep just to watch her display so much affection, his heart never seemed to cool down at the affection.

Snapping back to reality, she slowly walks up behind her boyfriend bringing her hands up to place them softly on his shoulders. Smiling to herself when he shifted his head to the side to let her hand caress his face. He let a soft sigh escape his lips as Y/n placed a soft kiss on the apple of his cheek.

“Baby?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Can you show me how to play?”

“You want to learn?”

“If you don’t mind showing me, yes.”

“Come here baby.” Yoongi grabbed Y/n’s hand from his shoulder and led her around to have her sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into a small loving embrace once she got comfortable enough.

“I’m not a good teacher but I’ll play something short and easy for you to learn. How does that sound?”

“Perfect Yoonie, I think you’ll do amazing!” He tightened his hold around Y/n’s waist as he placed a peck on her cheek.

He stretched his arms in front of them to place his hands above the keys, instructing Y/n to place her hands on top of his. Nuzzling against the crook of her neck, he started to test out a few keys to warm up.

“I want you to guess the song I’m going to play. Ready sweetheart?”

“Ready.”

Nodding, Yoongi began to move his fingers on the keys playing notes gracefully while Y/n’s fingers tried to remember the keys he played. Once she caught on to the song, her heart warmed up to the sound he played. It was the song he made for Y/n when they first met. She remembered the little mixtape he gifted her along with that song were many covers of the songs she liked. The most unforgettable part of the mixtape was the little handwritten letters with shiny black letters reading out ‘Honey FM’ with a tiny little heart at the end. It was sweet indeed.

Y/n shifted in Yoongi’s lap slightly to place her forehead on his and give him a small peck on his slightly chapped lips.

“Baby, as much as I’d love to continue kissing your lovely lips, I will need you to pay attention. I promise that I’ll give you all the kisses you want as long as you learn this.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay Yoonie.”

Once again, he unwrapped his arms from around Y/n and put them on the keys of the piano while she took in a deep breath to calm her heart down. Years after being together, she expected to get used to this feeling but he always found a way to speed up her heart and she did not mind one bit.

“Okay. I’ll go slow about a few tries and then once you memorize them, I want to see you try on your own.”

“Do you think I’ll learn it quickly?”

“If you set your heart to it, yes. Even if you don’t learn it, I’ll be here every step of the way.”

“Let’s get started then. Show me your ways piano man.”

“Slow down princess, we have all quarantine to learn this.”

“That’s not what I’m eager for. I want my unlimited kisses so let’s get learning.”

Chuckling underneath Y/n, Yoongi placed one last kiss on the back of her ear before getting ready to play again.

“Let’s get learning then sweetheart.”

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ddaenghoney · 5 years ago

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chapter seven

masterlist link in blog description.

As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): none.

Word count: 5064

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Yoongi, 2:36pm: Can you meet me at my apartment? I have to upload some things, and my stylists are going to set up there.

Y/N, 2:37pm: Yeah, hopefully I’ll be there before four. I don’t know what Yerin wants.

Your head lifts from your rigid posture on the couch, glancing in the direction of the elevator as a random employee delivers mail to the secretary. She told you to sit and wait approximately twenty minutes ago. The man returns to the elevator, bidding a cheerful goodbye to the girl who waves back at him. Your eyebrows furrow back down at your lap, hoping her normal demeanor can be taken as a positive sign for you.

Yoongi, 2:40pm: Whatever she says can’t be too awful. You haven’t done anything wrong.

Though you’re inclined to agree, at this point in your hole of misdeeds you wonder if even the tiniest things could set her off nowadays. The dates you and Yoongi go on aren’t blatantly full of affection, but given your mutual lack of acting--and desire to be affectionate with one another, you think you’re both done pretty good. Twitter likes it all, from what you have looked at, and celebrity news outlets commonly refer to you both positively as well.

Y/N, 2:42pm: Maybe she’s going to ask me to break up with you at the dinner thing later

Yoongi, 2:43pm: Wouldn’t you like that lol

Yoongi, 2:43pm: Well me too though

If anything good has come from the fake dating, it’s getting on stable foundation with Yoongi. Especially where production is concerned, he’s your favorite person to work with, even if all the things he’s let you have been informal content. The collaborative efforts have been a great use of your spare time, so much so that you don’t mind if they don’t amount to anything he’ll ever actually use. He said the songs aren’t likely to be, because of what he wants done with him, and how their styles won’t work properly with the conjured persona his management team deeply loves to publicize.

An image that you’ve found to be quite different to whom Yoongi actually is. One he also dislikes.

Yoongi, 2:50pm: I’m ordering pizza because I hear the food they plan to serve is going to be weird

Y/N, 2:50pm: You’re a hero… If you get cheese stuffed crust… I’ll buy one million copies of your next album….

Yoongi, 2:51pm: Get your wallet ready then (was already getting stuffed crust though)

“Ms.,” You turn your gaze to the secretary, thoughts of the enjoyable comfort food drifting from your thoughts as she smiles politely, “Ms. Baek is ready for you.”

Walking into the office, you’re met with Yerin sitting back relaxed in her seat, seemingly tranquil. She gestures with her hand to the empty chair across her desk, then uses it to take hold of her coffee mug, taking a languid sip. Unassuming, somewhat welcoming. You remain proper in the straightness of your spine as you sit, simply saying a small greeting that felt repressed like you were in her presence.

“I won’t take long with this.” She flips her hair behind her shoulder, rolling the wheels of her seat closer to the desk. “Just a check-up.” You nod, not fully understanding what she means, considering she hasn’t done anything like this since your first year of working in the company. “From what I see in the press the relationship is going over nicely. It helps giving some official information first to the main news sites that’ll give beneficial commentary.” She goes on like there’s a check-list of points in her head to cross off, while you nod. The first headline to drop the company’s official statement dressed the relationship with pretty phrasing, and light-hearted banter in the paragraphs about pictures of you and Yoongi on the first visible date. “It may start getting a little trickier now, though.” She takes another moment to drink her beverage while you noticeably frown.

“The appeal won’t simply die down?” You ask, words weightless of strength and only curious. Yerin shakes her head, finger tapping on her notepad while she explains,

“No, there’s always going to be a desire for public pictures of an open relationship like this; especially considering Min Yoongi’s prestige in the public’s eye.” At that you nod once, accepting that tidbit of information to be correct, especially with how much acclaim his work has received in recent years. “With that being said, there needs to be more out of you both.”

You only stare at her, taking in the ideas behind her words, hoping you’re misunderstanding, but knowing that not to be the case.

“Yes, as in more physical interaction.” Straightforward. Yerin rests her chin on her hand as though what she’s saying is cumbersome to explain. She shrugs, catching you off-guard as she beats you to commentary, “I know it’s obnoxious and, perhaps, uncomfortable, but that’s how it is. I’m not telling you to make out with each other in the streets, but hand-holding won’t cut it forever.”

“I,” You bite your lip, not happy with the idea of talking back to her, considering you and Yoongi had already gone in this deep with the thing. But you should speak for yourself. “I don’t think I can do things like that with someone I don’t genuinely like in that way. It’s going to look awkward-- I can’t even see Yoongi agreeing to this idea, either.”

“I know he wouldn’t.” She nods, glancing from you to the window. “Like I say: I don’t need you both to make out, or even kiss. In fact, I don’t want you both to be spotted kissing, that runs the risk of being too unprofessional. Just act more friendly than you both do now. You can still have your boundaries of no real physical affection, but delve deeper for the sake of cameras and people outside of the company’s perception.”

Your head tilts in disappointment of her unwavering decision, though you can’t help but agree with her worry of media’s perception. Not that you truly wanted to deceive people, but from the objective perspective of a general person, Yoongi and you only ever held hands in public, sat across at tables with no further physical interaction-- you both haven’t even faked a selfie session. You bite the inside of your cheek, still trying the last card, “And if Yoongi doesn’t go along with this at all?”

“He will.” Yerin cooly responds to you, finally shifting her crisp stare back to your person. You’re stiff at her words’ finality, wondering how she can be so sure. “Besides that all,” Her calculative actions and stoic demeanor are truly the most intimidating things about Yerin. “You’ve been working on music with him.”

Like how she’s able to state information she has received without you possibly understanding where she would have received it from.

“Y-Yeah,” Because you’re surprised, the affirmation stutters, but you clear it up in the retort. “It’s not against policy.” She nods in agreement,

“No, it’s not. I’m not upset with the fact. Just acknowledging it. Of course I’d want the best of the company’s songwriters to be collaborative with one another.” You nibble on your lip, eyes widening slightly at the high-praise of your value. “I was going to try and get you to help him with his upcoming album anyways; it’s best that it happened naturally, considering how particular he is.” Your shoulders feel less burdened to straighten, fueled by the change in topics that ended up being so much more uplifting than you would like to admit out loud. “Keep up the good work. It always shows you do your best.”

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A plate with crumbs and the faint remains of a few drops of tomato sauce sit cold on the night stand beside Yoongi’s bed. You sit in a desk chair wheeled in from his spare room under bright lights the stylists brought from the company as you receive their final touches of makeup. It feels like an hour has passed, making you murmur of worry at the idea you and Yoongi would arrive late to this dinner he was cordially invited to.

But on the other hand you’re fine with the delay. Still trying to figure out a way to express Yerin’s order of more PDA to Yoongi, after avoiding discussion of anything in regards to the meeting once you arrived at his apartment. Timely as it was, he had just finished his appearance preparations, and greeted you with steaming slices of cheesy pizza questioning immediately if everything went okay.

You hurried in a yes, fumbling over words but able to avoid untactfully blurting that she wants more from you both.

“Y/N,” The familiar stylist says your name with pride, overlooking you from behind as you take in your freshly styled makeup, hair, and the perfectly fitting dress that you chose out of five options. It holds the contours of your figure with grace, a bandeau-style neckline, with the sleeves purposefully sewn to fall off your shoulders loosely, and somehow in an ethereal way. The fabric’s shine under the fluorescence entirely highlights the rich shade of bronze, and as you take in the entirety of the ensemble-- beautifully black heels and all-- you can definitely agree with the tone that the stylist goes on in. “This dress kills. You have great taste.”

If the foundation didn’t layer your skin, you’d likely have a noticeable flush of confidence, but that aspect is evident in your widening smile. Hell, looking this nice may be convincing enough for Yoongi attend more to those demands Yerin asked you of.

You bite your lip at the thought, head shifting to disperse it entirely--silly idea, maybe even conceited, plus it’s Yoongi you’re talking about. It’s only Yoongi.

“Wow,” You catch sight of the man himself enter behind you, his reflection in the mirror showcasing a fixated, noticeably surprised, expression. Your chest beats with more warmth, fueled in confidence from his reaction that you didn’t genuinely think would occur. You turn, biting your inner cheek as he simply remains quiet, unabashedly taking in the outfit as you properly faced him. Then Yoongi startles in the quiet, releasing the door knob from his hand and entering into his bedroom, wandering towards the rack of clothing that was brought for him, facing it as he finishes. “You look nice, Y/N.”

“Nice isn’t enough, Yoongi.” You nearly cough as his stylist interrupts the moment, missing your lips tighten to refrain from smiling bashfully at his comment. “You should tell her at least a paragraph’s worth of words-- I mean, look at her!” She rambles, adjusting his suit coat while Yoongi allows her to, casting you a glance. This one contained entirely to find your eyes. He smiles softly and nods as though to tell you he genuinely means the small sentence he said.

You didn’t need him to. You knew.

“So,” Yoongi says, comfortably beside you as you both ride to the destination. “Sorry if this dinner thing ends up being really boring for you.” He speaks quietly, somewhat slowly like he’s looking for something to comment on. “I wanted to skip it, since I’m not a fan of the host, but couldn’t get out of it with Yerin.”

You know the statements reasoning invite you to question his disdain of the host, but you miss the chance to keep on track with the subject of Yerin. “Speaking of Yerin,” Watching him flinch a little as your voice raises, you just ignore it and get out the phrasing as innocently as you can, “She,” You reach to fiddle with your hair, smiling in a nervous manner that he could get upset by the idea. Yoongi’s lips curl a little in a frown, taking in your evident worry about whatever you are about to say, and he knew he had the right idea when you shuffled past him to get your makeup done, barely remembering to get pizza until he reminded you. Something definitely happened. “She wants us to be a bit more physical than just holding hands.” Your voice trails, as does your eye contact in favor of the seat’s polyester.

Yoongi’s frown remains, due now to the confusion on why that was so difficult for you to say to him. Judging by past interactions with her, he had a feeling that would eventually come. The idea that she directly asked you instead of having himself present as well for the request makes him uncomfortable. Wondering what her methodology was when this message clearly made you worried to pass along. He sighs, irritated again by the odd work relationship between you and Yerin. But Yoongi’s gentle as he answers you, subconsciously happy when he notices your shoulders lose tension and he settles your small bundling worries. “That’s okay. We’ll figure out some other stuff to pacify the media.”

Your eyes find Yoongi’s profile as he looks out at the passing evening scenery. You’re skeptical. He was just as against the fake relationship as you were in the beginning, so seeing him go along with this new addition as easily as this feels strange. And you wonder even more how Yerin was able to assure you this occurring outcome would come to be. “I’m sorry I couldn’t convince her against it.”

Yoongi faces you, eyebrows furrowing in dismay at your need to apologize, “This isn’t your fault; you don’t need to apologize.” He shrugs, admitting softly, “I had a feeling she’d want more eventually.”

“But not a lot, don’t worry.” You try to soothe your own discomfort as you remind yourself, “Just small things-- not kissing obviously.” Yoongi chuckles, rubbing his neck, humored by the way you pop in small comments.

“Obviously.” He mimics your tone, earning a small pat from you against his arm as you pout at the teasing. Embarrassed, but he didn’t push it. “I know what you mean, Y/N. It’ll be okay, we’re not doing anything either of us are uncomfortable with.”

“Do you want to have some sort of signal in case we cross boundaries like that?” You ponder ideas of how to be subtle, but pause as Yoongi murmurs absently, as though what he says is casual knowledge,

“I think we understand each other well enough to know without that.” Despite the statement sounding unassuming, you can’t deny little jitters of warmth at its implication, but you shrug them away, thinking in the end that it’s silly to read so much into simple things like that.

The car comes to a stop, the area outside sparse of crowds due to the lowkey nature of the dinner party that is apparently only supposed to be learned about after the event concludes. Nonetheless, you exit from the vehicle, holding Yoongi’s hand as he helps you out. The usual. Leading you both into the tower, you think maybe posting a picture with him on your social media account could be enough to suffice for the evening, leaving you both with an opportunity to think of other things for future dates, but as Yoongi’s hand strays to find a gentle purchase around your waist, tugging you closer to him in the slightly busy elevator shaft, you realize he’s able to adapt easily to the new parameters of the fake relationship. Like he didn’t have to think at all.

“Too much?” The words feel like they brush into your hair, but so quietly in order to keep the other few people in the elevator as away from the question as possible. Your head shakes only a little, and it’s not enough to convince him as the grip begins to loosen, then stray away, but you can’t be the only one lagging in this. He didn’t like it either, but you shouldn’t force Yoongi into making all of the effort. You hand shadows over his before it leaves your waist, keeping it situated, warmth leaving the tips of your fingers and onto his skin chilled from the short walk inside. “Okay.” You register his nodding beside, as well as the fluster very slightly in his voice.

Your responsive giggling falls before you’re able to stop it, humored by his shy reaction and how you thought Yoongi was effortless in acting like your boyfriend. Clearly as nervous about the small things as you are. You shift closer towards him when his hand suddenly squeezes in a tickling manner, and you glance up at him only to try harder to muffle laughter as he looks down at you completely embarrassed with his lips straight in a tight line that makes his cheeks fuller.

“Stop-”

“I’m sorry.” You nod away the entertained thoughts, then smile at him dramatically, overly apologetic, trying to play it all away with humor. Yoongi just shakes his head, sighing softly when the door opens.

“I’m not good at this I know.” He says vaguely enough for those who could happen to listen in, but of course you understand. As such you shake your head, walking as he leads you both to the reception area cluttered with celebrities and those sporting designer clothing to fit into it all.

“Listen, we both clearly suck at this.” You respond, catching sight of the refreshments going around on dishes. Yoongi was right: they looked weird. “But we’ll probably get better, I guess.” You shrug, wondering why the event is called a dinner party when no formal dining tables were anywhere to be seen. Instead, you catch sight of people throughout the music industry and beyond, casually involved with one another in dignified manners. Practiced at the art of social interaction, and from what you could see most weren’t meeting for the first time that evening. Feeling like you’re the odd one out. “Don’t ditch me in this, please.”

“No plans of that. Don’t worry.” You step in further with him, altering position so that his hand leaves your waist in favor of your hand, for the ease of walking. You keep close, realizing more and more by your unfamiliarity with everyone that you’re not a part of the world that plays out in the party. Idol and producer Min Yoongi’s date, but not songwriter and producer yourself.

“Just when I thought I was going to get iced out of here.” Walking ceases at a clear voice that causes Yoongi to pause, looking beyond you while you do the same. You immediately bite your lip, trying to refrain from the shock of Jung Hoseok walking towards the two of you, suit sleek, with the patterned shirt beneath it glimmering, a flute of a drink half-finished in his hand, and a bright smirk present. You’re silent, glancing back to Yoongi who responds instantaneously,

“How are you here?” Yoongi speaks quietly, eyes narrowing with baffled shock. You try to think back on any mentions of him knowing Hoseok before, but draw blanks. Then again, why wouldn’t we, they worked at the same company previously. You narrow your eyes at this thought, in your own world for the moment while you get vague recollection of headlines surrounding Hoseok about a year earlier than you hadn’t paid much attention to. The implications of so leading to his removal from the company, and left uncontracted to SoundWave following the merger.

“Believe it or not, people still like me that aren’t the press.” He says with a shrug, sipping at his flute while Yoongi continues to look perplexed by Hoseok standing there. You can’t think of why in particular. Hoseok looks to you before Yoongi can fumble out any other response, smiling politely with an extending hand, “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. You must be Y/N. I’m Hoseok.”

“You know who I am?” You ask in surprise, then recall his hand and shake it in greeting.

“Yoongi told me about you-”

“Hoseok, this is Seulgi’s party.” Yoongi’s continued concern shows, attempting to get Hoseok back on task to the conversation of being there. At mention of the host’s name, you remember it in relation to Hoseok’s in the headlines last year. Jimin had mentioned something about one of their careers getting damaged because of their relationship being caught in limelight. You hadn’t concerned yourself with that, instead fixating on the way the same could happen in your own situation, so as Yoongi sets the last piece of the puzzle in your mind, you revert into quiet.

Calmly looking up at Hoseok who turns his gaze back to Yoongi, you wonder like Yoongi what he’s doing there. A tiny part of you wanting to ask what happened if only to grasp at some fake comfort in knowing that it wouldn’t happen to you at this point. The only good thing perhaps that you could find so far.

“Obviously I know that.” He nods, taking a moment before speaking. “She let me in, it’s not like I snuck through security.” Yoongi’s hand around yours stiffens, worrying you a little that the small statement made him upset, but his expression looks torn instead. “Came with a friend that wanted to come.”

“Yoongi-” The three of you startle as a new person enters the hushed conversation. She steps passed Hoseok, ignoring his presence entirely, and instead smiling wide at Yoongi as she goes on, dress glittering under fluorescence. “You came after all. I’m glad.”

Where Hoseok’s sudden entrance felt easy to adjust to, the appearance of Seulgi is opposite. You feel uncertain of how to take in her sunshine tone towards Yoongi, while Hoseok takes another long drink to finish off his flute, eyes drifting from her to somewhere away. You swallow nervously, feeling implications hiding quietly around the bubble that felt hostile despite the cheerful demeanor the model and idol group member in front of you portrays. “Company said I had to.”

“Don’t be like that,” She teases reaching for a gentle nudge against Yoongi’s arm that intends to remain until he shrugs it off. The hand holding yours tightens once more, and you step closer to him before realizing so, concerned only with creating some type of barrier between them, because Yoongi seemed uncomfortable. “Ah,” Seulgi’s styled waves of rich brown fall over her shoulder as she looks towards you, polite smile, discerning eyes. “The rumors were true after all, hm?” She disregards greetings, head tilting back to Yoongi, “I want to catch up. I’ll show you to the open bar?”

“I’m not planning to drink much, or stay too long actually. Y/N and I have things to do in a while.” After listening to the decline, Seulgi’s eyes take a quick glance again, searching for confirmation that comes in the form of your head nodding, putting on a false, polite smile of your own. Your gaze perhaps more irritated than she would have liked to receive, so she smiles coyly. Nodding once, though chuckling sarcastically,

“What kind of plans happen at almost midnight on a Friday night, Yoon?” In the corner of your eye, Hoseok’s frame notably tenses, releasing a baffled scoff that Seulgi pays no mind to, and Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat in his reply,

“Things that don’t concern you.”

“Harsh.” She giggles like the conversation is an amusing game. “Y/N, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You’re undeterred by her obviously knowing who you are, trying to roll with the punches as well as Yoongi does.

“You have your work cut out with this one.” She never looks at you as she speaks, never acknowledges Hoseok beside her, just intent on staring daggers into Yoongi’s eyes while the rest of her presents itself as quaint and easy-going.

“I didn’t ask.”

Seulgi’s head turns towards you, dark red lips parted for only a moment at your dry remark, before they close again. She properly takes you in, eyes narrowing in what appears to be a lapse of confusion, while Hoseok beside her chuckles in the midst of it all. She exhales a sigh at his antics, then a small smirk blossoms, matching the condescension in her speech, “Guess it’d be boring if he picked someone that can’t talk back.”

“Seulgi,” Yoongi steps between you two, eyes narrowed towards her but his voice is controlled, appearance utterly poised for any outsider to notice. She takes only a half step back, unafraid, but giving distance to cross her arms dismissively. “Leave her out of this. Don’t get any ideas.”

Seulgi looks at him silently, unbothered by the definite demand Yoongi speaks towards her. You get the feeling that she doesn’t buy it, likely hoping to push him even further. Letting you easily understand why Yoongi had so much reluctance in attending this particular event.

You tug the connection of your hands, causing Yoongi’s head to glance back at you, eyes speckled with the lighting and appearing concerned that something is wrong. Your lips tighten towards him, the smallest of head shakes telling him this isn’t worth it. You feel relaxation in his grip on your hand, returning to the feelings you’re used to, and Yoongi turns to Seulgi who speaks before he can get the two of you away, “Humor me with a chat.”

“Why should I?” His eyes narrow at her offer that she’s confident in. Seulgi takes a look to Hoseok who’s maintained near complete silence despite what his character is known for in the public. Eyes to Yoongi, releasing depth that you didn’t understand,

“Considering last year, you owe me.” Despite the majority of him faced away, you knew her statement struck a chord with Yoongi. Jaw stiffening and eyes narrowing in emotions other than anger. Like he lost to her. Lost to something that happened. You can’t help but frown, worry cascading around your stomach that tells you this isn’t a good change at all. As you turn to see Hoseok’s opinion on this discussion you find him only looking at Seulgi from the corner of his eyes, concerned, confused, curious.

If she was his ex then what does she want with Yoongi.

Yoongi sighs after what feels like an eternity, holding your hand still as he steps away from Seulgi and Hoseok only a few paces. His body faces from them, blocking you from their view as your holding hands dangle between you both. “I’m sorry, I need to talk to her though.”

You want to ask why but your lack of involvement and importance to Yoongi lead you to avoid that, but you’re visibly worried. Tone matching as you still try softly with concern, “Is everything okay, Yoongi?”

He nibbles his lip, though nods. Words gentle, apologetic. “I’ll tell you about it some other time, but I won’t take long.” He pauses, eyes appearing to frown in memory of his earlier promise to stay with you through the entire party. “I’m sorry, I really won’t be long. We can leave after; I don’t want to stay.”

You nod slowly, still wondering if you should let him, but having no reason to stop the situation that is the biggest cause of his discomfort. “Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re bad at lying.” He says softly, smiling a little sheepishly, while giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You shake your head, but Yoongi halts you from your need to cover up. “I think you’re worried. It’ll be okay though, it won’t be a long talk. Wait for me at the bar?”

You nod, thinking he appears hesitant to leave you, even after releasing your hand. But Yoongi eventually turns, finding Seulgi patiently behind him despite her still crossed arms. Hoseok’s disappeared, escaped to another part of the venue, and you’re unsure if he spoke to her at all during your small discussion with Yoongi. Then Yoongi and Seulgi disappear as well, mixing into the crowds and going off somewhere.

You sigh, wondering about the dense amount of history and problems between the three of them, and thinking if Yoongi would be okay when he seemed so bothered by Seulgi’s implications. Stepping in the direction of the bar, you try to ignore it, leaving it to Yoongi to handle, because it is clear he wants to. Despite his obvious animosity there is something for him to work through. He said he’d tell you about it.

Your lip drags between your teeth in an attempt to smother the warmth you feel that he trusts you in that way. After Yoongi’s tried to give you an outlet for your problems, and trying to overlook his early judgements of your person to give you the benefit of the doubt, you feel happy that there could be a way for you to help him through any of his troubles as well.

Through the partygoers you walk along, finding the bar as lively as it would be. However, you’re not entirely interested in passing time with anything, instead using the location just as the place to meet with Yoongi after his discussion concludes. You take another look at the attendees, curious if any other big names that you admire have come out, but for the most part see artists of other agencies, socialites, and people you’ve never seen before in the slightest. The atmosphere seems inviting, though you can’t help but feel away from it. Aside from your lack of public image, the people around act separate, like there are things to hide and appearances to keep up, like how Yoongi did his best to maintain visible composure in the jabs between him and Seulgi who herself acted just as well-adjusted as him. Even in this semi-private sphere, people are on guard, unwillingly to give out pieces of themselves that are unsightly, or even human.

Your eyes hit head after head, bewildered by how different this party is despite what you would expect from people who seemingly have it all; even the recognition you crave. Then the gaze halts, locked on sight with the most familiar face you should’ve expected to see tonight. In the midst of Yerin’s slight praise, and the advancing air of friendship between you and Yoongi, the idea of something to upset the positivity left your thoughts long ago.

But as Jimin stands paces from you, eyes greeting yours silently, you wish you considered this outcome. And wished you tugged Yoongi and you out of this party altogether to have a night unbothered.

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yminie · 6 years ago

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vaunt ii (m) | jeon jungkook

sequel to vaunt

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college!au, frat!au, lots of swearing lol, smut, sex toy use, orgasm denial, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), the return of jungkook and his ‘huge wang’ (© @gimmesumsuga 2k18 LMAO), cumshot words: 9.2k summary: True to the nature that birthed your relationship, Jungkook loves to set a challenge, and you love to try and prove him wrong.

a/n: here it is! This is it – the second and last fic in the vaunt universe! I hope you guys love it a lot and thanks for all the support on part one!

A ruckus from downstairs pulls you from sleep and you instantly groan as your eyes are scorched with the sunshine breaking through the blinds. Ear splitting pain around the back of your head has you covering your burning orbs and burying your face into the pillow beneath you, hands tugging fruitlessly at the comforter in an attempt to better shield yourself, but it doesn’t give.

“Jungkook, what the fuck.” You groan, reaching out and landing a sharp slap on his bare back, right above his ass. “Who the fuck leaves their blinds open overnight?”

“Ah! Fuck, babe, really?” He wriggles onto his side, grabbing at the burning mark you’d left behind and serving to only pull the comforter further away from you.

“Get off the blanket you–fuck! Don’t push me you weeb ass–ah!” He reaches out, grasping at your arm, but cannot stop your fall and you land in a heap on the floor, luckily with the comforter wrapped around you to cushion the landing. “Ow!”

Your head gives another painful throb, and you glare up at him as he chuckles and rests his chin on the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. “You got the blanket at least?”

“Do you have Advil in this nerd lair? Because you’re already giving me a headache.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching with a grunt as he falls back onto the bed, out of your sight.

“Nah but there’s orange juice and painkillers downstairs, want me to get some for you?” You smile to yourself just for a moment at his offer but shake your head, regardless of the fact that he can’t see you.

“No I gotta pee anyway, I’ll go.” You unfold yourself from the blanket and reach for the first item of clothing in your vicinity, slipping Jungkook’s black t-shirt from the night before over your head and standing on achy legs. You force yourself to suck it up even as a sharp twinge stabs through your stomach; you took the dick, you’ll wear the pain.

Jungkook reaches out just as you step away and lands a light smack on your bare ass just under the hem of the shirt, and quickly steals the comforter off the floor once more in your absence, and you leave him chuckling to himself as you venture into the hall.

The frat is a complete mess, as could be expected from a Friday night party, and as you make a beeline for the –clearly already been cleaned– kitchen, a low whistle sounds from the couches behind you.

“That is a very short ensemble, _____. Please, feel free to bend over for us.” You fix Jimin with a glare, noting the pink flush still in his cheeks and the cheeky grin – he’s still drunk.

“How about you bend over so I can shove something where the sun doesn’t shine, Park?” He falls back against Taehyung’s shoulder with peals of laughter, waking the younger from his light slumber and making him jostle the cup of water nestled between his thighs, covering himself in the liquid.

“I thought girls were meant to be in good moods after a decent dicking down?” Yoongi quips, pulling another giggle from Jimin’s quickly reddening face, and you turn on your heel, juice and painkillers in hand.

“Is that why you’ve been so grumpy, Yoonie? Haven’t had a good dicking in a while?” Taehyung splutters, water bursting from his lips and showering Jimin, but the intoxicated boy is too far gone in his cackling, sliding slowly off the couch, to even notice. You can hear Yoongi cursing back at you as you jog back upstairs.

Jungkook lifts his head from the pillow at the sound of the door clicking shut, and you offer him a small smile through squinting eyes as you cross the room to close the blinds. Sighing in relief once your retinas are safe, you make your way back to the bed and down your painkillers and a large mouthful of juice before offering the same to Jungkook who smiles gratefully.

“Your bed is so soft.” Relaxing back against the pillows, you pull the comforter up to your chin, yelping when Jungkook’s hands, cold from the cup, sneak around your waist and pull you into his chest. He only chuckles, squeezing you between his muscular arms and shuffling down under the blanket to nuzzle his face between your breasts and making you giggle.

“Your boobies are so soft.” Snorting, you throw a well-aimed palm at the back of his head, which only serves to make him press his face closer before shaking it side to side quickly and you try to push him away with a yelp.

“Ew, don’t motorboat me!”

__________

Irene laughs freely at the way you’re hitting your forehead on the table in front of you, reaching across with the assumption that you aren’t noticing her steal your fries. “It’s not that bad, _____. You’re not the only person that has to resit that assessment. Besides, isn’t it better you’re getting another chance to improve your score?”

“I already tried my best, what do they want from me?” You swat at her thieving fingers when she reaches for another chip and she snorts, slapping your hand right back before dipping the fry into her own tomato sauce. “I’m gonna be stuck studying the same shit all weekend!”

“You don’t have to study all weekend. Plus a certain someone will be there tomorrow night.” You glare at her, scraping the pickles off your cheeseburger and watching her steal them too. “No doubt he can help you de-stress.”

“Why do you say it like that? He’s my actual boyfriend, not some high school crush.” Your burger has grown cold in the time you’ve spent forming the red mark above your eyebrows, but you’re a partially broke college student and what you get is what you get. “Plus I see him every damn day, nothing special.”

“Because as hard as he is for you, you’re soft for Jeon Jungkook and I know you’ll never admit it.” You simply roll your eyes, stealing one of her nuggets in retaliation and poking your tongue out at the offended expression you get in return.

“Who’s soft for Jeon Jungkook and won’t admit it?” You groan again, quickly trying to move your tray away from another pair of thieving digits, but Yoongi is much faster than normal with food at stake.

“It’s okay, I already know she is.” Jungkook settles on the other side of you, sitting sideways on the bench and sliding closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist. You roll your eyes again when he leans in to kiss your cheek, nuzzling his nose against you with a wide smile as you try to hide your own from Irene’s beady eyed grin.

“Okay, honestly, get your own food!” Yoongi ignores you; taking another bite of your cheeseburger while you huff in annoyance, face twisting at the moisture in Jungkook’s shirt from playing basketball but leaning against him regardless. “You owe me a cheeseburger meal. Both of you.” Irene grins, tearing her nugget in half between her teeth, and Yoongi silently takes a twenty out of his wallet and throws it down in front of you.

“Buy a couple, I’m hungry as hell.” You cheer, standing quickly to walk up to the counter, but a small tug on your elbow has you pausing to face Jungkook, quirking your eyebrow at his cheeky grin as he follows closely behind you.

“I got your text about the resit next week and I know you’re stressed out but are you still coming to the party?” You both move aside as someone clears their throat behind Jungkook, obviously impatient to see if one of you is planning on ordering.

“Even if I wasn’t, I don’t doubt Irene would drag me kicking and screaming from our dorm if I tried to stay home.” He snorts before glancing at the man standing just behind you in line, hand cupping your waist while he leans in even closer to whisper in a way that has you dreading whatever he’s planned up.

“Well make sure you come over early then ‘cause I have something for you. Something to make the party a lot more fun.” You stare at him for a minute, suspicion swimming in your eyes as you squint.

“Just what are you planning, Jeon Jungkook?” He doesn’t reply this time, merely nudging you towards the counter where the worker is waiting for you to order with a bored look on her face.

__________

“Oh shit, hang on!” You huff at the sudden voice, the exertion of having pushed against the front door of Beta Tau for the past minute or so making you out of breath, and moments later Jimin’s face appears in the slight gap you’d managed to make. “Hey, _____!”

“What the hell is behind there? I knocked and knocked but nobody came out!” Jimin disappears again and grunts in effort, the drag of furniture accompanying him, and then the door swings open smoothly and he waves you in with an embarrassed giggle.

“Heh, sorry about that. Tae knocked over a vase while taking out the trash and of course left me alone to clean it up, as always. Plus,” he pauses, fishing the earbuds from the neck of his muscle tee, “had these in. Didn’t notice you pushing until you almost squished me with it!”

Sarcastically, he reaches out to poke your bicep in faux appreciation of your ‘muscles’ and you roll your eyes, stepping around him with a playful shove. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure. How did your guys’ sport meet go? Looks like you had quite the time.” And you’re not kidding; the place is still a mess, popcorn, red cups and beer bottles littering the living area.

“Oh yeah, it got pretty crazy!” Jimin grins, surprisingly bright after what you’re sure was a big night, but then again he’s no stranger to still being intoxicated the next day. “Pretty sure your pretty little boyfriend is still upstairs sleeping it off, haven’t seen him since…5 am?”

“Oh god.” It’s half past four, and if he was still asleep then no doubt he must’ve hit the meet up way too hard last night. Jimin doesn’t speak at your groan of dread, merely flashing you a grin before lifting a red cup towards you in cheers, and you shake your head as you step around the bags of trash at the landing of the stairs and jog up to the second floor.

The familiar sounds of ‘morning after’ –regardless of the fact of it being mid afternoon– wash over you as you trail down the hallway, and you suspect the person loudly vomiting in the first bathroom is Hoseok – he’s never been very good at holding his alcohol.

Hushed voices behind various closed doors as well as the gentle bass of an instrumental you don’t recognize, and you pause in front of Jungkook’s door to watch a girl you don’t recognize walk down the hall. Her hair is a complete mess, makeup all over the place and heels in hand, but she doesn’t offer you a second glance as she hurries along to the stairs.

Glancing back, you notice it’s Taehyung’s door that she’s escaped from, and moments later he appears himself, shirtless and tired but a sleepy grin adorning his face when he makes eye contact with you. “Morning, _____!”

“Uh, Tae it’s the middle of the afternoo–” You’re cut off by Yoongi’s door opening next to Taehyung, and his fuzzy head barely peeks through the gap before he’s fixing the younger with a blurry glare.

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung. You’re so noisy.” Taehyung just keeps walking, rubbing absentmindedly on the nail marks littering his side. “Next time you have a fourth fucking round, be a little more considerate of the people trying to sleep.”

“Good morning to you too, Hyung!”

Seconds later and Taehyung has disappeared into the second bathroom, not bothering to knock even though the shower is clearly running, and you faintly hear Seokjin protesting his intrusion.

“It’s 5pm, you fucking nympho.” Yoongi grunts to himself, nodding at you without further comment and retreating back into his pitch-black cave, and you chuckle to yourself before finally cracking the door of Jungkook’s room.

It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but you finally locate the large lump of comforter on the bed and shuffle forwards to lean one knee on the mattress, dropping your bag to the floor. “Kook, you awake?”

There’s nothing but silence for a few moments before you hear a muffled groan and one arm emerges from within to flail around in an attempt to reach for you, and you grasp his warm wrist with a chuckle before he manages to punch you accidentally. “How you feeling?”

“Nnnngh–fuck.” The lump moves slightly but quickly gives up, and you realize his pillow is also covering his head. “Fuuuck¬–”

You snort, dropping his wrist and reaching for the water bottle half hanging out of his discarded book bag beside the bed. Luckily, it still has half the water left, and you poke him with it to pull out another curse.

“Drink some; it’s water. And you clearly need it.” His arm doesn’t lift from the bed, merely opens and slides towards you, and you watch, amused, as he pulls the bottle under the blanket and pillow before you hear the sound of him taking large mouthfuls, forcing you to uncover him quickly. “Kook, you’ll make yourself vomit if you drink too fas–oh my god, what the fuck did you do to your hair?!”

“Babe, please don’t yell my head is pounding!” His eyes squint even though there’s barely any light peaking through the blinds, and he ignores your gaping expression – pressing his face into the mattress and hiding his bleary eyes.

“Your hair is red, Jungkook! Not even red, its fucking pink. Bright fucking pink!” He groans again, rolling onto his back now and rubbing at his face. His torso is bare, and you can see the skin on the sides of his neck is tinged pink from the messy dye job.

“I know it’s pink, I lost a fucking bet with Jimin-hyung and he blindfolded me and dyed my hair, I don’t wanna talk about it.” You reach out and flatten the tuft sticking up on the side of his head, still dazed by the change in colour. It certainly doesn’t look bad, but you’d left Jungkook Friday afternoon with his hair dark brown like normal, and the bright shade it was now definitely required some sort of pre-warning.

“Isn’t this your karma for last year when you made him dye his hair baby pink?” You can’t help but laugh at his unamused expression, and run your fingers through his hair again, slowly adjusting to the colour. “It’s gonna be so fucking bright when you go outside–”

“Fucks sake.” He sits up with a heavy grunt, holding his head as he leans towards you and buries his face in your shoulder, and you rub the hair at the back of his head with a smile, scrunching your nose at the sweaty, alcohol smell that still lingers on his skin. “I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk.”

“Ha! You should probably shower then, drunkie.” You ruffle his hair, ignoring his complaints as you stand up from the bed and grab his towel from the hook behind his door. “Go on, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Nooo!” He sticks to you like a leech, almost knocking you over with his weight as he pulls you closer, and you giggle at the pout on his face, even if he’s still frowning from his hangover. “Come shower with me?”

“I’m not the one that needs a shower, and you need to eat something to soak up all that alcohol.” He pouts harder as he nuzzles your stomach with his nose, and you push him away with a smile, throwing the towel over his head and leaving it there covering his face. “Go now, I can hear Jin coming out of the bathroom.”

He relents this time, standing and stretching his tired, lean torso carefully while you admire his figure unabashedly. And soon enough he’s clean and mostly dressed, sat atop the comforter as he eats the last of the sandwich you’d made. “You came over pretty early, I was expecting you to come later.”

“You did ask me to come over early, remember? You can sleep more if you want, I have to get ready anyway.” He shakes his head, sliding his empty plate onto the bedside table before leaning down to rummage in the bottom drawer for a few seconds.

“No I wanted you here for a reason. I got this!” He grins, pulling a package out of the drawer along with a pair of scissors and placing them in front of you.

“Wow, would it kill you to invest in some wrapping paper?” You can’t help but tease, even if he only brushes you off with an amused roll of his eyes.

“Just open it.” You do as he says, cutting through the tape holding the box closed before opening the flaps and digging through the paper stuffing until you found another, smaller box. But this one had pictures on the outside and you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“Jungkook, we’ve been dating for barely a month and you think you can put things up my butt? I don’t know what kind of weird, kinky hentai you’ve been watching, but there is no way this is–” Jungkook splutters before snatching the box from you, and you snort.

“Did they send me the wrong thing?!” He stares into the box before lifting his gaze to glare at you, and you stroke his arm gently with a chuckle, reaching to take the box out and opening it quickly.

“A remote control vibrator huh? Just what are you planning to do with this tonight?” You pull the little device from the plastic casing gently, and Jungkook immediately makes a grab for the remote that falls out behind it. “Because I can tell you right now, if you’re lying and planning to try and get this into my butt, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“No, I’m leaving your butt alone…for now.” You roll your eyes at his grin and give him a suspicious look as he leans in towards you, but fall into his gentle kiss anyway. His tongue glides across your lower lip slowly, just gently parting your lips with the tip of the slick muscle, and you hum a moan as he presses you back against the pillows with a gentle push.

“Just wanted to have a little fun, you know we enjoy the competition. And I have a little challenge for you tonight.” It doesn’t take Jungkook long to wind you up, his bare torso pressing against you warmly and his mouth claiming yours with ease as he rolls his hips against you.

Your moans are muffled by his kiss, breathing coming in heavy pants through your nose as you press yourself ever closer to him when his thigh parts yours to press against the apex of your thighs.

“Hmpf!” You whimper under your breath when the next swivel of his hips has his tensed thigh muscle rubbing against your core, and you automatically respond with a lift of your hips to get closer to the sensation.

Jungkook’s hardened length is obvious against your hip, but he ignores his own need in favor of grinding his thigh even harder against you, and you break away from his mouth with a gasp. “A-And just what is this challenge?”

“You’re so warm, hmm.” Jungkook nuzzles your jaw gently, suckling against the sensitive skin beneath your ear and making you arch up into his chest at the spike of pleasure it invokes. “I want to see how long it takes for you to break and beg me to fuck you.”

Your panties are slowly starting to stick to your core uncomfortably, and you shift your hips with a whine, hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair and pulling his head closer to your neck.

“Mmf��more!” He chuckles against your chest where you’re pushing him closer to the neckline of your shirt, and suckles gently against the swell of your cleavage before sitting up slightly. Humming at the way you whine in complaint at his retreat, he shushes you while soothing your need with slow rolls of his thigh between yours.

“None of this will be any fun later if you cum now, baby. Let’s not move too fast.” You pout; frown marring your expression that had been filled with such pleasure so little ago. He laughs more heartily at your obvious disappointment, but continues on with his plan, sitting up on his knees and picking up the little vibrator from where you’d dropped it on the bed.

The device looks exactly as it does on the box – a bright pink silicone bullet with a looped string on the end to help the removal process. You find yourself chewing your lip as Jungkook sends you a serene smile even as his free hand fiddles with the button of your jeans until it flicks open.

The two of you work together to shuffle the fabric down your legs, but Jungkook only lets it bunch around your knees before flipping you with surprising ease to land on your stomach.

“Oh!” You gasp as he tugs you up onto your knees, face pressed into the mattress, and promptly groan as he swipes his tongue across your damp folds with a wide smile, completely avoiding your clit. “Hng–ah! You fucking tease!”

“Just gotta get you wet enough baby, you know that.” Jungkook moans against your heat as he feels your walls give way to the intrusion of his long tongue, and his arm wraps under your hips and up around your lower back to hold a firm hand against your backside.

“God, please just fuck me!” The vibrations of his moans intensify when he growls at your pleading, and you shudder under his tongue when the noise rattles each vertebra in your spine.

“Don’t tempt me baby girl, unless you don’t plan on leaving my room at all tonight.” You hiss when he swats your thigh with the tips of his fingers, and his mouth fixes against the swell of your ass to suck kisses against the skin while his fingers gather the wetness he’d left behind. “I’ll fuck you long and hard later, but you need to behave for now.”

“P-Promise?” You breathe out a moan as his finger sinks into you, swirling to spread and collect any wetness covering your walls before twisting to find the more sensitive little bundle of muscles within.

“Yeah baby, I promise.” Jungkook’s mouth cuts off any further comment you might have made when he latches onto your clit, and you cry out into the pillow beneath you as a second finger breaches your walls with the new gush of wetness it triggers. He simply enjoys the way you shake and whine under his ministrations for a minute before finally pulling out his fingers and dislodging his mouth with one final wet suckle on your clit.

“Mm–no, wait–” You groan in complaint when you feel the smoother, cooler touch of the silicone at your fluttering entrance, and you can practically feel Jungkook’s grin as he swirls the tip in small circles just to tease you. It’s not much thickness wise, about the same as his two fingers, but the weight and texture as the little bullet slides smoothly into you is instantly obvious.

“Just a little more, baby, it looks so good–fuck.” Jungkook plays with the string a little, dragging the bullet against your walls to see your entrance stretch open against the pull, before repeating the process once more to ensure the vibe is completely coated in your slick before he lets it go.

“Shit–” You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down with the knowledge that Jungkook wasn’t going to make you cum, but the weight and pressure of the toy inside you makes your need even harder to ignore. Jungkook’s hand feels heavy itself when he strokes up and down your spine soothingly before grasping your hips and easing you down to the mattress and then onto your side. “H–ah!”

He cant help his wide smile when you hum and gasp as the bullet shift inside you, big enough and pressed deep enough that it puts weight just above your gspot – enough to make your head spin.

“Feel okay?” Stroking your bare hips for a second, Jungkook leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth before shuffling down the bed and starting to redress your lower half. You try to help, lifting your hips and bending in an attempt to pull your bottoms up yourself, but your body is still adjusting to the new stimulation, and you’re forced to just let him do it instead.

“You’re expecting me to walk around the party all night and no doubt dance and everything, all with this thing inside me? Are you insane?” You nudge him with your foot petulantly, still somewhat bitter at your lack of release, but Jungkook simply smiles and buttons your jeans with a chuckle.

“Well I suppose you could sit down all night, even though it’s less fun.” He grins wide at your splutter and dodges the next hit you aim his way, sliding from the mattress onto his feet and reaching to grab a tee shirt off the floor.

__________

Parties in the cooler autumn months mean bonfires in the yard, and with the stress of exam prep you’d endured the past week it’s definitely long overdue for you to get a chance to relax. The party had already started before the sun was all the way down, and when you finally finish getting ready and make your way to the backyard, it’s not hard to locate your boyfriend.

“That hair is like a beacon, I’m not losing you in a hurry.” Jungkook grunts slightly when you land in his lap –not seeming to notice the way you yourself gasp lowly– but quickly makes more room for you to situate yourself properly. He automatically offers you a sip of his drink, but the moment the fumes reach your nose and you spot the brightly colored liquid you immediately dodge the cup. “God, didn’t you learn something from last night? Jimin’s cocktails are not a good idea.”

“Just ‘cause you cant handle the heat!” You can feel a shoe poking you in the back, and you shoot Jimin a glare over your shoulder, to which he only giggles and makes himself more comfortable where he’s laid back on the couch with his head in Taehyung’s lap.

“He woke up with pink hair, I think the question of who can ‘handle the heat’ is already answered.” You ignore Jungkook’s groan and shoot Jimin another smile. “Besides, handling the heat and dumb seem to coincide, no?”

“We all know I was just returning the favor, after being nicknamed cotton candy boy by the rest of my team last year!” Jimin glares at the side of Jungkook’s head, but the younger remains unbothered – drinking slowly from his cup with a grin.

“Yes but you were talked into that bet so easy, Chim, she’s not wrong about the dumb part.” Yoongi chimes in from the other side of the fire, Irene nestled against his side in an attempt to reach across him to the bottle in his other hand, and she throws you a wave with bleary eyes and pink cheeks. “You two go together well! Dumber and Dumbest.”

All while the boys throw insults a compare similar idiocies from parties past, Jungkook remains quiet, seemingly content with his cheek leant to your shoulder and his palm holding the curve of your ass. His short nails catch on the texture of your denim jeans, tickling your skin underneath, and you shift on his lap as a throb of warmth echoes through you.

“Feeling okay?” You don’t have to look at him; you can feel his cheek is tight from smiling so hard, and at your stubborn refusal to give him the pleasure of admitting how effected you already are, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Don’t ignore me baby~.”

“I’m not ignoring you, you needy brat.” You roll your eyes, unable to help your smile when you look down to find his eyes shining up at you, and his hold tightens on your hips as he leans up to press his lips to your jaw.

“_____, you drinking?” You blink.

“Hm?” Turning from giving Jungkook unnecessary attention to face, you look towards Jimin as he sits up and stretches his arms high above his head, flashing a peek of his toned tummy to the group as he groans before waving his empty cup towards you. “Oh, yeah I am. You going in to get a refill?”

“Baby~. Can you get me a refill too?” Jungkook flutters his eyelashes sickeningly sweetly up at you, and you can distantly hear Hoseok and Namjoon losing their shit across the circle, gagging loudly.

“If I must ¬– I’ll come with you Chim.” You take Jungkook’s cup with a roll of your eyes, and stand to meet Jimin, managing to take a step before your legs give way beneath you and you fall towards the elder–right into his lap.

The bullet had sprung to life inside you, heavy vibrations rushing through your aching core and aftershocks stimulating your clit just enough to blindside you for a moment, and when your head clears from the shock you can hear Jimin and Irene saying your name in mild alarm.

“I thought you hadn’t had anything to drink yet babe, you okay?” You sniff, shrugging off Jungkook’s fake concern when you instantly recognize the smugness ringing in his voice. The bullet is still once more, vibrations ceased as fast as they’d started, and when you look towards your boyfriend you now realize his hand is tucked safely into his jacket pocket, out of sight.

“I’m fine, just uh, dead leg I guess.” You don’t check anyone’s faces to see if your lame excuse was convincing, but promptly squeak in surprise when Jimin uses his steadying grip on your hips to pull you to your feet.

The thought of looking him in the eyes after almost face planting his dick is a little too much, and you avoid any eye contact you as hide your blush behind your hair, choosing to turn and shoot Jungkook one last look of warning before you proceed back into the house.

The few hours following that incident go relatively smoothly, Jungkook not pulling any more surprises on you yet, and the relaxed vibe from the party almost causes you to forget you’ve even got the little device inside you.

Drink after drink leads you to follow Irene to the dance floor, and the two of you quickly merge yourselves into the middle of the mob, the moisture of warm bodies and vigorous dancing quickly coating your skin. The blurriness of your eyes paired with the darkness of the room means it doesn’t take long for you to lose her in the crowd, and it also means you don’t realize anyone’s approaching you until he already has his hands on your shoulders.

“You look like you’re having fun!” Jimin grins, admiring the way you spin and twist before him with excitement sparkling in your eyes, but he doesn’t miss the way you glance around to see if Jungkook is with him. “He’s still outside – told me you were in here dancing and I saw you were alone. Thought I’d come and keep you company!”

You don’t reply; merely grinning in acceptance and quickly taking a hold of his wrists before spinning him in a circle and throwing your arms up into the air. Jimin giggles loudly, returning the favor and spinning you so fast you almost lose your footing, stumbling against his chest, and that’s when it happens.

“Hngk!” You keel over in Jimin’s gentle hold, forehead hitting his shoulder and your nails dimpling the soft leather of his jacket as the vibe springs to life again. The weight of it feeling even more intense now it seems to be slipping, and you automatically clench around the device to keep it from escaping your slick walls, which is a grave mistake.

The tightening of your core nestles the end of the bullet right against your gspot, and you force yourself to pretend that you didn’t just moan into the cotton covering Jimin’s shoulder. You can faintly hear him asking if you’re okay, if you’re gonna be sick, if you need his help, but you ignore him completely and make a dash for the door, eyes flickering around the room in an attempt to spot your boyfriend, but he is no where to be found.

You make it to the bathroom, though each step is almost painful, and the moment the door is shut behind you, you collapse against the counter – thighs shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold you up while your body starts to ready itself for climax.

The thought of just taking the infernal little thing out before you can finish appears, but having already been denied a release today you figure it wouldn’t hurt to let the situation run its course. And it would, if Jungkook wasn’t content on playing with you even more.

Poor Jimin was very confused Came looking for me straight away Said you looked like you were going to be sick Said you were groaning in pain What would he say if he knew…?

The vibrations die down slightly, and you whine quietly in protest at the knowledge that he clearly wasn’t going to let you finish. Staring down at your phone as each message comes through, you find yourself clenching harder around the device, thighs pressing together in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. But as always, Jungkook can read you without even being in the same room – nor even speaking to you.

All sensations die down, and you groan in annoyance, head tipping back against the wall as you try and breathe to calm yourself down, but you choke on your own spit when a pulse jets through you from the bullet, and then again, and again. Of course the damn thing had different modes, you should have known!

You’re probably close huh, baby? So close and yet so far… All you have to do is say the magic words And I’ll walk straight into that bathroom and fuck you like you want me to I’m right outside baby Just say the words

“I give up!” The door squeaks, wood sliding against the doorframe and the sound of the bass emitting down the hall echoes of the tiles, muffling the sound of Jungkook’s shoes as he strolls into the room before the door locks shut with a click. “Fuck you, I hate you so much.”

“Oh? You don’t look like you hate me.” And he’s right, the reflection in the mirror; he flush in your cheeks, the sweat dampening your brow and the way your chest is heaving with each pulsation the bullet pushes through your walls. “You look like you want me – badly.”

“Please just fuck me, you said you’d fuck me!” Jungkook’s body heats at the raw desire swimming in your eyes, desperation bleeding into your inhibitions and rendering them void. Oh, how he loves when you ask him, gaze begging him to ruin you, body just calling for his touch.

“Yes I did, but I didn’t say when. And I’m quite enjoying the show.” Jungkook steps closer and you immediately reach out to pull him against you, pressing your heaving breasts into his chest and moaning as a sudden gush of wetness has your panties starting to stick uncomfortably against your folds.

“Kook, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” A faint click has the pulsations whirring back up to a constant thrum, and you can feel even more moisture dampening your core and seeping through to stain against the crotch of your jeans. It was baffling how he could do this, turn you into such a mess when just ten minutes ago, anything remotely akin to this was so far from your mind.

“Whatever I want? Hm?” Jungkook’s grin grows as he leans down towards you, and the press of his lips finally against your skin almost makes your knees buckle. Another click sounds and the vibrations intensify, the white noise of blood rushing through your ears filling your head as you become lost in the pleasure, every ounce of your being centred on that one small point of contact. “What if I don’t want you to cum yet?”

“J-Jungk–kngk–” Your voice cracks into a sob when the pulsations fluctuate once again and Jungkook pulls back to watch as your expression morphs with each emotion that rushes through you. The unadulterated pleasure that covers your face when your release starts to peak has his erection throbbing with want, calling for him to just hurry up and give in to what you want, but he’s set on playing with you just a little bit longer.

Slotting his thigh between yours, he presses his lips more firmly to your jaw, suckling against the flesh when you arch up into his touch, and he moans as your hip brushes against his swollen cock in an attempt grind your covered core against the thick muscle. You moan just as earnestly back at him, nails digging easily through his shirt to press crescent half moons into his skin, and you buck against him desperately as your orgasm starts to build.

Jungkook’s can feel with his hand on your side just how fast and hard your heart is beating, sweat beading in the curve of your spine where you’re arched sharply against him, and he pulls back from your jaw to shift his hand to your neck. Moaning as his hand closes around your throat, you cry out as he tugs you away from the wall and pushes you to meet the counter front on, hips finding the edge of the basin painfully as he steps up behind you.

“Bend over baby.” You do as he says hurriedly; elbows hitting the counter and lungs gasping for air at the reprieve you get when he lifts his hold on your throat and uses rushed fingers to unbutton your jeans. They don’t even make it all the way off, merely trapping your thighs and giving you even less room to work with, and soon your panties are just the same, ruining the smooth skin of your inner thighs with streaks of shiny slick.

“F-Fuck!” Somewhere past the white noise in your head, you can hear Jungkook groaning out how good it looks when he grasps the string connected to the bullet and pulls it free from your core, but you whine in protest and push back in an attempt to keep the vibe inside you.

“Look at that eager little pussy, so desperate to cum, hm?” Jungkook’s mouth meets the back of your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin just enough to have shudders wracking your spine before he nips you playfully. His words don’t register, your brain too overloaded on sensation to let you concentrate, but he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re going to cum; it’s written all over your face.

Pulling the vibe free from your core, he lets his fingers trail over your swollen folds, the trickle of wetness following the little device dirtying his fingers and running rivulets down to where your jeans are trapping your legs. Your walls are already so receptive, swollen and pulsing from the sudden lack of stimulation, and so when he slides his digits into the soft flesh and crooks the pads of fingers into the most sensitive patch of nerves, you fall weak in his hold.

You don’t even realize it but your hips start to undulate, the need that had been building all night feeding into your desperation and leaving you with no other thought in mind but to cum. Jungkook leans back to watch you at work, hissing through his teeth when the sight of his fingers being engulfed by your puffy folds sends another painful throb through his cock.

Two fingers turns into three, and you cry out with a sharp convulsion as you keel over to press your forehead to the counter, your arousal making it so easy for his fingers to stretch you open, and you almost cry in relief at the thought that you will finally get to feel his cock as your core tightens to cum–

And then he’s gone, fingers pulled from your core and heat disappearing from behind you, and you are livid.

Whirling on your heavy feet, legs shaking and eyes turning wet with tears of frustration that you refuse to let fall, you glare heavily at Jungkook’s smug expression, turning angrier as the sight of his tongue peeking out to lick the slick from his fingers echoes a throb in your core.

All flushed cheeks and clumsy hands, you maintain your anger as you yank your jeans and panties up your thighs and fix the opening firmly shut, letting the discomfort of the way your underwear had rolled up with your harsh pulling fuel you. And then, ignoring Jungkook’s baffled expression, you pat down your hair and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror and storm from the bathroom.

The struggle that is getting through the crowded hallway to the stairs and up to the second landing, the hoards of people in your way while you’re already so on edge, ensures that by the time you do reach Jungkook’s room, you’re just as incensed as you had been when you’d left him downstairs. And true to his nature, Jungkook appears no less than 35 seconds later, slipping silently into the room and locking the door firmly before finally turning to you.

He watches with wide eyes yet barely masked amusement as you strip yourself of each item of clothing, one by one, until your panties hit the floor in a damp bundle and you’re completely bare.

Marching forwards determinedly, you refuse to be sated by the fact he steps forwards to meet you and instantly push him back to meet the door before taking his lips viciously with your own. He hums as you suck his lower lip between your teeth, helping you to peel off his jacket and separating only momentarily to discard his shirt, and then turning your positions and knocking your back into the wall.

When your hands have had their fill of the toned muscles lining his torso, and his fingers fall to the zip of his fly, you pull away from his mouth with a harsh nip against his swollen flesh, and push him down until he’s in line with your dripping heat. “Fix it.”

“Oh? And here I thought you were angry at me. But look how wet I got you with my little game, hm?” The cockiness in his eyes makes your blood boil even hotter than just your arousal, and your expressions contorts akin to a snarl, nails threatening to break through his skin.

But his grin only grows and you don’t hesitate to twist your fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to the apex of your thighs, legs buckling at the instant pleasure.

“F-fuck–ah!” Jungkook seems to sense you’re in no mood for teasing and urges your shaky leg to hook over his shoulder in order to grant him deeper access to your leaking entrance. He dives in without hesitation, suckling hard on your swollen, sensitive clit and humming in delight as your back arches sharply off the wall and your fingers pull his hair tight at the pleasure.

Your earlier orgasm doesn’t take long to arise, and you whimper pleadingly as the tips of Jungkook’s fingers part your glistening folds and sink deep within your clenching walls. You immediately push down to meet his digits, clit grazing over the front of his teeth before you lift yourself again and undulate your hips.

Jungkook releases a guttural groan as the slick sound of your walls gliding over his fingers fills the room, and you bite down heavily on your lip to contain your noises of ecstasy. The motions of your grinding against his tongue and fingers leaves his nose, cheeks and chin covered in the moisture of your pleasure, and you let your head tip back to rest against the wall as you move with even more vigor, chasing your release.

You cum with a loud squeak, the tang of iron filling your mouth as your teeth tear into the delicate flesh of your inner lip, and Jungkook easily takes over where your hips stutter and pause. Nose digging into the softer flesh below your navel, he tongues hard at your clit as he braces himself and fucks you viciously with his three drenched fingers, curling deeply into your tender gspot.

You wince momentarily at the overstimulation but quickly melt into his embrace as he drags you towards a second release; a dopey, lidded expression of ecstasy on your face even as you flush and gasp, growing lightheaded as you struggle to stand straight above him. But he’s determined, and within a minute you’re driven over the edge once more, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and shining across your cheekbones as you tremble and shudder in his hold.

Jungkook stands, ignoring the sharp ache in his knees from the hard floor, and immediately loops an arm around your waist to hold you steady as his lips meet yours, thumb of his clean hand stroking away the moisture on your cheeks. “Better?”

“Fuck me.” He chuckles at your slurred words, pressing his lips to your cheek just gently before sucking your lip between his and pulling you from the wall.

You stumble back blindly, led by the pressure of his warm body against yours, and when the backs of your knees find the side of the mattress you fall back willingly, hair splayed around your head and bare breasts bouncing together with the force of your fall. Jungkook stands over you, lips still shining with the taste of you, and you lean up on your elbows, legs parted to invite him in, as he flicks open the fly of his jeans. The pile of denim meets the floor the same time as his knees hit the mattress behind your thighs, and your legs hook over his hips to pull him in.

“Mmf!” You moan against his mouth as his tongue twines with yours deeply, teeth nipping at the tip of your wet muscle before his own glides a wet shine across your lips, and you lick hungrily at them when he pulls away to chase any trace of his flavor left behind.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy, baby.” The vibration of his words spoken against the inside of your knee sends sparks across you skin that break out in goose bumps and you whine petulantly with a cant of your hips against his. “Roll over, show me where you want it.”

Your limbs feel weak but you muster the energy to do as he asks quickly, snatching a pillow from the head of the bed and hugging it to your chest as you flip onto your front. The fabric muffles your next moan when his hands take a handful of each ass cheek to spread your folds wide, humming in appreciation as his breath washes over your soaked core.

A cry is ripped from your throat as his mouth finds your entrance one last time, teeth careful but firm as he grazes your labia and sucks each one between his lips before gathering all the wetness in his mouth and depositing it right against the dip of your hole. “K-Kook, please–”

“Hold your pussy open, don’t let it drip off.” Your ass smarts as his hand swats roughly against your cheek and you turn your head to the side to breathe as your arms abandon the pillow to reach back. Your nails dimple the soft flesh beside your mound as you pull each side open, and you arch your spine invitingly as you lay in wait. “Fuck, yes.”

The tip of his cock slaps wetly against your core, his hips rolling slowly as he drags the underside through the slick he’d so carefully placed, and his hands find the curves of your waist as he leans over you. You arch your back even further until you’re forced to stop by a painful twinge in your spine, and he hisses as your movements cause the head of his length to catch on your entrance with his next thrust.

No words are needed as he tilts his hips up and presses forward into your heat, the stretch warming your bones and pushing the air from your lungs as he manages to get halfway in before drawing back slowly. The second push is a lot smoother, and he quickly bottoms out with a deep groan, hips twitching with slight sensitivity as your walls wrap tight around his cock.

“S-So, big, hhngk–” The words are hard to manage with the way you’re pinned to the bed, and you think back to the first time you’d had sex with him. Just how impossible it’d seemed at the time for his large girth and length to fit inside you, but the amount of foreplay you’d endured all day meant your walls were stretched and slick, more ready for him than ever.

“I fuck you every day, and you’re still so fucking tight baby.” Jungkook lifts one hand from your waist to lean on his forearm next to your head, and the heat of his lips as they glide across your shoulder to suck bruises along the curve of your neck adds to the fire that he’s sparking deep in your abdomen. His pace fastens gradually, back curved over you to hit hard and deep, and your knees start to slip against the comforter under the force, making the tip of his cock drag hard against your gspot. “Y-You like knowing –fuck– how hard I was all night? Knowing your tight little cunt was nice and wet, just waiting to get fucked?”

“Oh my god–” Your thighs shake as the knot he’s forming in your core tightens unbearably, and your hips drop to the bed as your walls throb, release closing in on you despite how exhausted you’re becoming. “Baby–”

But Jungkook takes it in stride, shifting with barely a pause to straddle your left leg and tip you on your side, hand hooking under your right knee and pulling your leg up until your ankle hooks over his opposite shoulder. The release on your neck and chest lets you gasp for air, and your waist twists until your shoulder blades rest comfortably on the bed and you can see his glowing face clearly as he gazes down at you reverently.

“So fucking pretty.” You moan in reply as he grinds his cock deep against you before resuming his thrusting, hand returning to your waist and keeping your hips firmly in place as he drops his head a kisses you deep. Your moans mix together as you suck against the tip of his tongue, catching it as it glides across your lips, and his breath washes across your face in a cool breeze, highlighting just how flushed you must be.

“Gonna cum?” His lips brush against your cheek as you tilt your face to breathe properly, and you can barely manage a nod let alone be coherent enough to answer. “Cum for me, w-wanna feel you, beautiful.”

“G-gukk–ah!” Your hips jerk as he sits back once more, freeing up his arm and allowing him to press a quickly tongue-slicked thumb to your clit, and your body overloads in pleasure. Each muscle burns in protest at the force with which your orgasm shoots through you, and just like each joint in your body, your walls lock tightly against his length and push him to release quickly.

“M’ gonna c-cum! Can I–can I cum in your mouth?” You moan wantonly with overstimulation as his cock swells with his impending orgasm and nod eagerly, wanting desperately to watch him release. You pull your leg down from where it’s propped up against his torso just in time to give him room to leap from between your thighs, and by the time your tongue drops just past your lips and your hands press against the backs of his thighs for encouragement, he’s already pumping hard at his cock as drops of release hit your mouth.

Moaning heavily through his nose with rushed, high pitched pants of exertion, Jungkook’s kiss-swollen lips stretch in a pleased smile as he slows his hand, wiping the last beads of release at his tip against your lips like gloss and tapping just enough times to make you fix him with a playful glare.

“A work of art.” You swallow thickly while rolling your eyes, licking your lips clean and furrowing your brows as the thick liquid passes through your throat, and Jungkook drops down beside you with a groan, sweaty skin sticking to yours uncomfortably.

Now you’re relaxing the sounds of the party filter back to you, and you briefly wonder if anyone might’ve heard the two of you, but exhaustion takes over faster than you can care, and you push him out of your way as you drag yourself back up the bed to slip beneath the covers. “Baby?”

“Mm?” Jungkook looks up from where he’s leaning down to grab clean underwear out of the draw beside the bed, one of his big, oversized tshirts already in hand for you.

“Go get me a drink.” He stares at you blankly for a moment before looking down at his naked self and returning your gaze once more.

“Are you serious?” You smile, eyes drifting shut as you nuzzle further into the pillow with a shrug and stretch your aching legs under the covers. “Babe, I’m naked.”

“You’re the one that wanted to come in my mouth, hun.” Jungkook huffs and complains all through redressing himself into his jeans and shirt from earlier, trying hard to make his hair not seem so freshly sex mussed and with one last glance at you, slips from the room with a loud groan.

“If the sex wasn’t so good I swear–”

“Mmhm.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts one shot #vaunt #sorry this is so late!!#I may or may not have rewrote like 3k of it last night #hope you all love it <3

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•anaxiphilia// min yoongi•

genre: angst, slight fluff if you squint and turn your head to the side.

note: there are going to be some text conversations and yoongi is going to be the bold.

this is my first written au so please be nice,, i also didn’t mean for it to be so long,, please enjoy.

note number two: this is unedited

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“yoongi come on!! you promised you would show me today” you pouted and practically whined while trying to pull him off the bed.

“fine, but only for an hour.” he’d mumble and shoo you off.

you made your way to the grand piano that he just happened to have in his house. he promised to show you your favorite piece by Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata. Yoongi has been your unofficial piano teacher for 3 months now… but quite honestly you took it as an excuse to be alone with him.

the way he played with such passion; you loved the way he would close his eyes, get lost in the way the keys would feel under his fingertips. it was mesmerizing to see how he was able to recite the piece without even looking down at the black and white keys. he truly was in love with the instrument and music.

that’s when you first realized you had a crush on Yoongi.

**********

you make yourself around the piano and sit on the bench provided. there you were, pathetically sitting in front of the piano of your university in the empty music room. you touched the keys so delicately and soft, almost as if they would break if you pressed on them too hard.

you could still feel his presence next to you. you missed his peaceful aura, he was always so patient with you. no matter how many times you would mess up, he would never show any signs of annoyance. you were thankful that he was always kind with you. he always used the excuse ‘i love music, i just want to share my love with others’.

you played the first notes of the familiar sonata

thats when you first realized, it was reality.

**********

let’s go for coffee.

i’ll pay.

do i have to goooo?

i’m on my way now. you better be ready when i get there

kidnapping me… typical yoongi.

that evening you didn’t plan on going out. you just wanted to stay in your bed and listen to music and read your book you’ve had your nose in for a week. you and Yoongi would have coffee runs so often that the baristas already knew your regular. yoongi’s disgusting iced americano and your non coffee, because you hated coffee, hot chocolate.

even though you didn’t wanna go out that day you certainly didn’t regret it. after staying in the cafe for maybe an hour, he decided to take you window shopping. it was nice to get to walk around the small town, see the sunset, and just look walk around. he always brought you immense amounts of peace.

you looked down at his hand and it took all the courage in you to reach and grab it. even though you wanted it to be a romantic grasp, you knew it was just a platonic, friendly hand hold. you didn’t even dare intertwine your fingers with his. it was too risky.

that was when you realized you had more than a crush, you really really liked him.

**********

one thing you loved about Seoul was that everything was so new and you could go on an adventure and make new discoveries. this night you were out with your friends Taehyung and Jimin. they were some of the first college friends you met when you first moved to Seoul and you were extremely glad they came up to you and immediately took you in as one of their own.

you were walking around the town and a sense of nostalgia came to you when you happened to come across a small jewelry shop you guys have never seen. you all decided to go in and you got instantly drawn to a bracelet that looked familiar to you. it looked like the one you got for Yoongi for his 21st birthday. your heart felt swollen. you couldn’t stay in there any longer and told the guys it was time to continue walking. you walked out with no explanation.

“y/n we didn’t even get to see the whole store!” taehyung called after you.

“yeah come on! i was eyeing this one watch that i really li-“

you cut jimin off “i’m sure we can find some other store better if we keep walking… please lets just go.”

the two confused just looked at each other and said nothing but followed behind your steps. you were looking down the whole time not minding where you were going until you felt a pair of hands grabbing your hands. you looked up and saw taehyung grabbing your right hand and jimim grabbing your left hand.

you felt the tears welling up in your eyes and bit your bottom lip and blinked away the tears.

“what are you dorks doing??” you asked with a sniff and a chuckle. taehyung just smiled and said “don’t worry. lets just keep on walking”

thats when you realized, bittersweet moments still lingered.

**********

“so you’re moving away to Seoul for college??” yoongi asked in an almost pleading tone.

“yeah… i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier, i never actually thought they would accept me so i never bothered telling you i applied for a university outside of Daegu.” you mumbled back to him. you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, you were scared to see what his eyes contained. was he mad? sad? happy? confused?

“i’m happy for you y/n.” you looked up at him and he had a small smile on his face. you couldn’t tell what he was necessarily happy for.

“i know you wanted to get into a good music school and Seoul has the best schooling. i’m really proud of you” it was like he read your mind. he engulfed you in the biggest hug he’s ever given you. you hugged him back without saying anything and just wanted to stay in his arms forever. he eventually pulled away and ruffled your hair.

“just don’t forget me when you leave and become crazy famous and popular aright?” he had a heartwarming smile and you laughed “if anything i should be saying that to the underground rapper, Agust D. you’ve been gaining a bunch of followers in a short amount of time!” he shrugged and simply said “i don’t care about the follower count. i just want others to experience my story and words in a unique way”

he somehow always knew how to hypnotize you with his words

“how much longer until you have to leave?”

“4 months”

“perfect, that way i can show you all the things you’ll miss. starting with me.” he gave you his sweet gummy smile.

thats when you realized, you were in love with Yoongi.

**********

it was your first day of junior year. you made a promise to Yoongi that you would text him your schedule whenever you received a new one. again it was just an excuse to talk to Yoongi. you open up your phone and go to the messages you had with him. the last time you texted him was months ago, and it was a very simple text message. sadly your conversations seemed to drift off from the beginning of your move. you two used to text almost every single day. now it was almost every other month or so. the typical ‘happy birthday’ and ‘merry christmas’.

hey Yoongi. its been a while since we last texted. i hope you’re doing well. i’m just here to send you my next schedule for this semester.

you sent the picture but you didn’t expect him to answer any time soon. the boy was awful at replying and texting in general. it would be a miracle if he even read the message before the next century.

you locked your phone and right before you were about to put it down, you saw that he actually answered back.

hey y/n. its been too long. i also hope all is well w you.

i can tell you got pretty awesome classes this semester are you sure your loser self can handle all of them??

you froze. you reread the messages as if they were cryptic. you smiled and finally replied.

same old yoongs.

i’ll have you know that i can handle myself pretty well thank you very much

they seem pretty difficult to me. i’m sure it requires someone w more the 3 brain cells.

that entire night you two went back and forth with your old bickering. it felt really nice to just get to talk to him again.

everything was going really well until the topic of his current girlfriend came up.

i’m glad everything is still going good and strong with her, ya know.

you hesitated to answer. of course you were glad that he found true happiness. you wanted him to be happy no matter with who.

i’m really glad, Yoongi.

she better be treating you well, if not imma have to go down to Daegu and have a little talk.

you’re a handful. you know that.

sigh. i’m wondering why i’m even here to visit your ass.

wait. what did he mean by that?? visit as in, he’s here in Seoul?

you’re doing what exactly???

lmao, i messed up.

it was supposed to be a surprise. i’m here in Seoul to visit you. i’m currently heading near your campus.

this had to be a joke right? a dream??? a figment of your imagination!?! there was no way Min Yoongi traveled all this way just to see you right??

lol my phone’s about to die.

meet me at the coffee shop near your campus in like 15 mins. i’ll see you there.

also, be a dear and order my usual. thank you sweetheart.

you frantically got up from your bed. 15 minutes!? oh dammit Yoongi. of course he’s one to tell you plans at the last minute. you made yourself presentable and grabbed your wallet and headed out of our room and made your way to the coffee shop.

you couldn’t believe you were finally going to see him after so much time. you couldn’t believe you would finally get to see him in person once again. you couldn’t believe you were going to hug him n, be in his presence, see his deep, hooded, beautiful eyes, see his adorable gummy smile once again. you just couldn’t believe it.

thats when you realized, you had to gather the courage and face your fears.

**********

there you were.

moments away from being separated from not only your hometown and your family, but also the best friend of a lifetime. the man you had fallen in love with.

“you promise to text me everyday right”

“yes yoongi i prom-“

“you also promise to send me your schedule at the beginning of the semester right?”

you chuckled “yes yoongi”

“you also promise not to forget me when you become successful and famous right?”

you giggled “those are a lot of promises, yoongs”

“you promise right?” he had almost a look of urgency in his eyes.

“yes. i promise”

he smiled and hugged you tight. this was one of the last hugs you would give him. it was such a bittersweet moment that you couldn’t hold back your tears.

when he figured out that you were crying he pulled away and immediately cupped your face. “noooo please don’t cry y/n” he cooed and wiped away your tears. you sniffled a couple times and said “i’m just going to really miss you Yoongi.” his face softened up and pulled your head into his chest and stroked your hair. “i’m going to miss you too, but just remember our promises and know we’ll see each other again. very very soon.”

you felt so heartbroken that you couldn’t even speak and just nodded against his chest.

after you calmed down a bit you pulled away and looked up at him. you saw that he had visible tears in his eyes as well. you’ve never seen Yoongi cry. you couldn’t help but feel your heart aching at the sight.

“here, take this as a way to remember me” he took of his necklace. it was a simple gold chain that had his birth stone on it. he always wore it. he never took it off… until that day. he took it off and put it around your neck.

you didn’t reject it, even though you knew how much he loved that necklace. you were overwhelmed with different emotions at the moment that you couldn’t even think straight.

he smiled and wiped away his tears “it looks better on you anyways” you didn’t say anything and just hugged him tightly

“next train heading to Seoul will arrive in 5 minutes” you heard the intercom say and your gut instantly fell to the ground.

today was the day you were going to confess to yoongi. you hated how long you waited to confess to him. it was such a wrong time, wrong place to confess. it was even the wrong person to fall in love with. yes he was the absolute definition of perfection but you knew he didn’t see you beyond a best friend. even if he did feel the same way about you, it would just be a hell for the both of you to deal with the distance. but you knew you had to tell him or you knew you would regret it.

you let go of him and grabbed your bags and headed to the boarding area to wait for the train. Yoongi followed close behind. your hands became clammy and felt your breathing increase. to say you were nervous was an understatement. you stood there looking down at rails trying to get the courage to say it. you looked up at yoongi and he reached out to hold your hand. you almost combusted when you felt his touch. you almost screamed when he intertwined his fingers with yours.

you held your breath for what seemed like years. those 5 minutes came by as if it were just 5 seconds. you slightly panicked when you saw the train coming into the station. you felt Yoongi’s grip become tighter and you looked up at him. “its time.” he said.

he let go of your hand and all you wanted in that moment was for him to grab your hand again and pull you into his arms and tell you not to go. you swore you would’ve done it if he asked you to. as people began to board on you say in a shaky voice, “yoongi, there something i need to tell you.” he looked you straight in the eyes and damn, the last bit of confidence you had left through the backdoor

“train to Seoul will leave in 1 minute” you heard the intercom say and your heart started beating as if you were running a marathon.

you gulped and opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“y/n come on, you have to board soon. what is it that you have to tell me??”

you cleared your throat and said “i left you a gift. i left it with your mom. it was supposed to be a surprise when you got back but i got too excited” you laughed nervously. he just chuckled and closed his eyes. “you’re a dork. i’m going to miss you, sweetheart”

“i’m going to miss you too yoongs.”

with one last quick tight hug, you made your way into the train. you sat near a window to get one last look at yoongi. as the train was leaving the station, you saw him with a frown and tears in his eyes. he wiped them off and waved a goodbye.

thats when you realized, you made a big mistake that was going to eat you alive.

**********

you were sitting at a table that was far from any other tables. there on the table was the old regulars. iced americano and hot chocolate w extra whipped cream and extra marshmallows. your knee was bouncing up and down as you waited anxiously for him. you knew e wasn’t going to text you when he was there so you were left playing the waiting game. your hands unconsciously travelled up to the necklace Yoongi gave you before you left Daegu. you also never took it off. it was a part of you and you felt bare not having it around your neck.

you decided to calm your nerves by looking around the cafe. you used to come to this one often but eventually stopped because it just didn’t feel right to come here without your ‘regular’.

it was remodeled since you last went. it was cute. it felt a lot more cozy and welcoming. you looked around at the people. there was a couple having their drinks and sharing what seemed to be like a cheesecake. you smiled softly at the sweet moment. you saw a woman, in office attire, reading a book and drinking her hot coffee. she’d stop once and a while to write some stuff down and what you believed was her work notebook. in another table you saw a group of three guys. close friends you thought. it was nice to see that they weren’t on their phones and just enjoying each others company.

as you were about to look at another table, you saw him.

Min Yoongi.

you immediately stood up but froze. your legs couldn’t move and you looked like and idiot.

he was ethereal. his fair skin, delicate pink pouty lips, his black hair fell perfectly in place, his cute button nose. his hooded eyes are still as hypnotizing as always. he made his way over to you with a huge gummy smile on his face.

you suddenly snapped out of your daze and met him halfway. you practically threw yourself a him. he luckily caught you and gave you the tightest hug. you swore you felt like you were in absolute bliss being in his arms once again.

“i missed you so so much sweetheart” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. you held onto him tighter and said “you have no idea how much i missed you Yoongi”

he pulled away and cupped your face and had his gummy smile on his face. you melted at the sight and swatted his hands away “enough. i don’t want to cry”

you two laughed and made your way to the table you were sitting at.

“you still remember the regulars?” he chuckled and sat in front of where you placed the iced americano for him “you think i’d forget important information?” you said and took a sip from your hot chocolate.

for the rest of the day, you guys talked and talked and talked for hours on end. you talked about his musical career and how well its taken off. you talked about your classes and how you would have your debut soon. you talked about old memories you guys had, new ones you’ve both have made…

“i can’t believe you still have that bracelet i gave you for your birthday yoongs.” you say grabbing his wrist. “what you really think i’d get rid of it so easily?? it’s my good luck charm. i always wear it whenever i go to a gig. it holds a special place in my heart.” you blushed at his sweet words and let go of his wrist. “i can’t believe you still have that necklace i gave you” you laughed almost ironically “are you kidding me?! you really think i’d just never wear it or something?? its the closest thing i have to you, to home” his face soften and you could tell that warmed his heart.

it was starting to get late and you knew you had to tell yoongi before he left to the hotel.

“hey yoongs, theres something i have to tell you. its really important and serious.”

“oh lord, please don’t tell me that Taehyung kid got you pregnant or something”

you scoffed “what!? no!! eww gross!!”

he laughed “okay okay, sorry anyways, whats up? is everything okay??”

you took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you’ve been in this situation before and this time you HAD to tell him

“Yoongi, i know you’re in a current relationship and it is kinda messed up to tell you this now,” you took another deep breath “but i have been in love with you, for years Yoongi. years. it has literally killed me every single day that i didn’t tell you before i left Daegu. everything i do, say, or see reminds me of you. i just, i know i shouldn’t have fallen this hard for you Yoongi, and i would have hoped that with time, i would’ve gotten over you, but i can’t. i can’t get over how you make my heart race, how you make me laugh, how you make me smile when i have bad days. i love how passionate you are about the things you love and care. i guess what i’m trying to practically say is that i love absolutely everything about you. but i obviously understand that you don’t feel the same way and i just hope this doesn’t stop us from being best friends. you mean too much to me to lose you over my stupid little feelings. i just really needed to tell you…”

thats when you realized, you finally overcame your fears and you were ready to take whatever Yoongi was going to hit you with.

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years ago

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Crossroads Hiding the Moon

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Reader | Min Yoongi x OC

Genre: Single Dad!Yoongi, Baby!Taehyung, Angst and Fluff

Words: 8K

Description: As requested by anon: “A single dad! yoongi with a toddler? Like super angst in a way that his wife suddenly left them so he turns cold. But then someone comes into their life and his son started calling her mommy, they try to work it out for the kid. Just when everything's better, the ex wife returns and things get complicated but ends up in fluff.”

A/N: My first request! Omg, I finished this super fast because I got way too excited to do a request lol. Well, I hope you enjoy this anonie :)

Present

If there is anything Min Yoongi hates more than being late for important events, it’s driving through the rain during rush hour. He’s on his way to pick up his four year old son, Taehyung, after a long day in the studio, and maybe if Jungkook was more vocally skilled at execution or if Namjoon wasn’t so nit picky about the lyrics, he wouldn’t feel as emotionally drained while the sun was still up. But no, the overly self-confident main vocalist was too arrogant to take constructive criticism seriously, and the popular boy group’s resident genius was too much of a perfectionist to let one “lackluster” chorus slide. So here he is, sitting in the his car listening to the unrelenting raindrops splatter against his windshield, and waiting for the vehicle in front of him to stop drunkenly swerving into his lane.

Truthfully, Yoongi had been feeling rather uneasy all day. He was reluctant to send Taehyung off to daycare, not knowing if the other children would make fun of the toddler for his second hand clothing that Yoongi barely had the money to afford or his eccentric personality that is often misunderstood. Yoongi’s new job didn’t allow children to run around the studio, and it was his first big break, finally being hired by a company as established in the music industry as BigHit just when rent was due in less than 2 weeks and his bank account had been sucked dry because he insisted on buying that expensive pair of shoes for the toddler’s birthday, even if it meant he had to skip lunch each day for the next month. He had barely been scraping by before his self-composed song was selected as the winner of the online competition BigHit had held for rising producers, and it was like the heaven’s was finally listening to his silent prayers.

It’s still pouring as the traffic continues to move at a snails pace, causing Yoongi to drown in his overly worried mind once again. He was afraid Taehyung would be the last kid picked up, having to watch all the other children leave with their parents causing him to start having thoughts of Yoongi abandoning him, just like his mother did. Yoongi swallows thickly and grips the steering wheel tighter, forcing himself not to think about something he’s been trying to forget for over two years now.

When he arrives at the daycare, Yoongi sees Taehyung sitting alone by the window, shoulder slightly slump and legs that were too short to touch the ground swinging carelessly as he stared at the pellets of water trickling down the glass, blurring the view of the grey world outside. He almost looks like he was deep in thought, and it makes Yoongi wonder if Taehyung’s young mind is actually thinking about something profound or if his head was just filled with his favorite cartoons on replay.

“Ah, Mr. Min! You’re finally here.” The friendly voice of the woman in charge snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the task at hand.

Yoongi clears his throat awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m here to pick up Taehyung.”

At the sound of his name, Taehyung’s little head perks up and a boxy smile appears on his face as he turns his head to see his father standing at the doorway. And before Yoongi can call him over, the four year old was already a step ahead and had ran over to jump into his arms.

“Daddy!” He laughs, nuzzling his head into the crook of Yoongi’s neck as the older male lifts him off the ground.

“He’s been waiting for quite a while.” The lady brings up the fact that Yoongi was nearly 45 minutes late, as if it hadn’t been obvious by the room void of children except Tae. She has a smile on her face, so Yoongi assumes she doesn’t say that with ill intent but rather concern for his son who had to watch all the other kids leave with their parents.

“Sorry, Tae, this won’t happen again.” Yoongi apologizes, bouncing the little boy in his arms to get in a more comfortable position.

Taehyung shakes his head. “It’s ok, I knew you’d come.”

Yoongi reaches up and ruffles Taehyung’s fluffy hair, smiling at the little boy because his heart felt too full to describe whatever emotion he was feeling into words. If Yoongi was being really honest, the kid was the only person filling that miserable numbness he wakes up to each morning, the only person that can actually bring out a genuine smile from the depths of his being, even if he has to force himself to ignore the other person that Taehyung reminds him of. He often wonders if Taehyung hides his sadness with a childish front, but maybe that was just Yoongi overthinking again or even an effect of projecting his own mindset on the toddler. On one hand, the kid was only four years old, and yet on the other, he had already gone through so much at such a young age.

Taehyung doesn’t want to get his new shoes wet, and honestly neither does Yoongi because Gucci for kids still cost the rising producer an arm and a leg, so Yoongi offers to carry him on the condition that he holds the umbrella–“because daddy doesn’t have three arms”. And of course Taehyung doesn’t object, and so the two of them walk to Yoongi’s car that is parked a block away because street parking was much cheaper than paying for a spot in the lot.

“Daddy look, that person doesn’t have an umbrella” Yoongi’s head turns in the direction that Taehyung’s stubby finger is pointed, and low and behold he see’s you using your wallet sized purse to cover your head in a feeble attempt to remain somewhat dry as you ran towards them waiting for the light to turn green at the crosswalk.

Yoongi stands still, head positioned straight, and gaze fixed at the passing cars on the street as you reached the spot where he was standing with Taehyung, pretending like there wasn’t someone being drenched in the rain while he remained sheltered under an umbrella large enough to fit an entire family.

“Aww, you’re so sweet, thank you.” Your comment makes Yoongi’s jerk his head around and realize just what had happened. Unbeknownst to him, Taehyung had moved the umbrella in a way so that it covered your head as well, and now the three of you were in a situation Yoongi would rather not have to address at a time like this.

“You’re pretty” Taehyung says, giggling a little as he continued to look at your with wide eyes and an impossibly friendly smile.

“Tae” Yoongi mildly scolds, wondering what had gotten into his son, questioning why in the world Taehyung would take part in such an unusual act of kindness towards a stranger on the street, and it wasn’t until Yoongi’s eyes meet directly with yours that the answer to that very question became as obvious as day.

You were almost a mirror image of her.

…

Past

When he was younger, Min Yoongi was a big fan of love that was like summer rain. The kind that hits you suddenly and bursts out of your soul like the scent of earthly elements coming back to life, filling the atmosphere when a seemingly never-ending drought finally comes to an end. Blame his artistic mind and tendency to describe emotion through song, a habit of his that manifested as an interest for the arts when he was young and caused him to spend most of his time listening to music rather than playing with other kids outside. And it was precisely for that reason that Min Yoongi knew he wanted to be a composer from the moment he entered college, opting to major in music the second he got the chance to meet with his university counselor.

He didn’t care what his parents thought of it, didn’t heed the advice from his older successful businessman brother-who was always the favorite in the family-about the risks of trying to make it big in the turbulent music industry. Yoongi was a big believer in passion being the key to success, of course not without hard work and discipline, which was why he found himself in the music theater, practicing classical pieces on the grand piano without an audience, every single day of the year. Because not only was it a place he came to associate with the undying love he harbored for music and the optimistic hope he had for the future, it was also where he met Kim Chaewon for the very first time.

“You’re Min Yoongi, right?”

The silvery voice floats over to Yoongi’s ear, cutting through the musical piece he had been so thoroughly absorbed in. It was almost too cliché because Chaewon exhibited a kind of beauty that made his jaw drop the moment he lifted his gaze off the black and white keys and spotted her walking down the steps to the empty stage. Even though the performance hall was only half lit, her skin still managed to glow smoothly under the dim artificial lighting, and her eyes were large and puppy-like, kind and gentle, like warm spring zephyr.

“Yeah, I am.” Yoongi answers, eyes still fixed on the girl who is smiling at him like winter snow had just melted away after months of turning to decaying slush.

“The one the professor kept raving about in class today, right?”

“Oh, that was…” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, reminded of how embarrassing it was for the music professor to brag about his project on sound layering. He didn’t like being the center of attention and had sunk lower in the seat when the man had mentioned his name, not that anyone could put a face to his name, or so he thought.

She giggles, light and airy, making Yoongi flush because he’s never met anyone who’s shown genuine interest in his novice work, well except for said professor who keeps praising him in front of the class.

“I forgot to mention, I’m Chaewon. You probably don’t me, but I’ve secretly been listening to you play for quite a while now and just summed up the guts to talk to you today.” Her gaze drops shyly, waiting for Yoongi to respond to her confession.

Yoongi’s at lost for words, not knowing how to respond to such a statement, especially when she’s making his heart beat a mile a minute. At the very least he’s poised enough to thank her for being a fan, which sounded really dumb stuttering out of his nervous mouth but manages to make her laugh, so it wasn’t all in vain he supposes.

Yoongi never thought about how it would feel to actually have someone support his dreams, he wasn’t looking for that kind of reassurance because he was used to being looked down upon. He was used to chasing after something that was unimaginably far away, one that makes him feel like he was running in place every day and that tomorrow would never truly arrive. It never really bothered him because his passion for music stayed true, and he was always confident that he would never stray from that path that would take him closer towards his dream, but Kim Chaewon came to him like summer rain. She was the first person to sincerely believe in him, and she did it when no one else bothered to give his music a chance, when the rest of the world was against his humble beginnings and rejected the potential of an underdog making it to the top.

“You’re going to be an amazing songwriter and producer one day.” Chaewon says to Yoongi as they walk under the cascading cherry blossoms on a warm April afternoon. The sun was warmer than normal today, and the scenery was hazy like an actual dream, only it was actually real and closer than anything else in Yoongi’s life at the time.

“I really hope so.” Yoongi sighs, reminded of all the obstacles that lie on the road ahead.

“I know you will because you’re Min Yoongi and the world deserves to be graced by your unparalleled art.”

Kim Chaewon was ethereal, because not only was her outer appearance angelic and otherworldly, her personality was just as lovely as Yoongi eventually learned over the years. And although Yoongi knew from the moment their minds clicked like that of soulmates that she was the one, it was because she stuck with him through the all-time lows, those periods when he lost the magic touch and would he hit a slump that barred him from coming up with anything good for months, that led Yoongi to love Chaewon more than that satisfying feeling of finally completing a song that conveyed exactly what he intended, more than the way rain cascades like diamond tears from the sky and ends in a passing sun shower that gives birth to a rainbow, and more than everything he thought was meaningful in life before she lit up his world.

Their love was a crystal clear story, one that wasn’t supposed to end.

…

Present

Grocery shopping is always a pain, and not entirely due to the fact that Yoongi was literally broke, but because he had to take time to consider healthy options for his growing boy. If it was just him, he would be fine shoving cheap junk down his esophagus or surviving on minimal food for most of the month, but because of Taehyung, he was forced to actually prepare meals with vegetables and make sure Tae always has his daily serving of fruits, which entailed a trip to the grocery store every weekend.

Luckily Taehyung isn’t all that picky for a four year old, but he was addicted to coke and Yoongi can do nothing but blame himself for allowing the kid to get his hands on the addictive soft drink. In his defense, he didn’t think one sip could have such a dramatic effect, but boy was he wrong.

“Coke!” Taehyung shouts, finger pointing at the 2-liter bottles of black liquid with their signature red label, lined on the shelves. His eyes were opened wide and sparkling like he just saw his first love.

“Not today, Tae” Yoongi mutters, ignoring the boy’s disappointed pout and quickly pushing the shopping cart past the soda section and heading straight towards the breakfast cereals and oatmeal.

He’s trying to decide if cereal is healthy or not. He’s heard of most types being just pure sugar, but there has to be some vitamins hidden in there, right? It was convenient that’s for sure, and Yoongi was definitely a fan of anything that required minimal preparation from box to mouth. Especially in the mornings when he would feel most groggy and not have any motivation to even think about food.

“Hi!” Yoongi hears Taehyung shout at someone walking down the isle, and at first he suspects it’s just some random person that caught his son’s attention, but as he tears his gaze away from the nutrition information printed on the cereal box, he sees someone who makes him do a double take.

The world was definitely fucking with him.

“Hey there little fella, so we meet again.” You smile at the little boy who shared his umbrella with you the other day, reaching over and patting his head as he sat in the shopping cart.

“I’m Y/N by the way, sorry I didn’t have the chance to introduce myself the other day.” You wait for the father of the little boy to look up at you.

“Min Yoongi” He responds, still avoiding eye contact.

“I see you’re taking good care of him” You hint at the box of cheerios that Yoongi was scrutinizing.

“I try” He exhales, throwing the box into the cart and preparing to walk off.

You trail after them, wanting to help out in some way because they had been so kind to you on that rainy day and the kid was the cutest little bun you had ever seen.

“Almond milk would be a good option to pair with that.” You suggest. “Calcium for strong bones.” Your voice is light and optimistic, a tone that Yoongi isn’t so happy to be met with because he’s used to being left alone and ignored.

“Are you some sort of expert?” Yoongi scoffs, mildly annoyed at the fact that you’re clearly not going away, but it’s not like he can just voice that directly.

“I’m not a certified nutritionist, but I know a few things.” You grin, flashing Yoongi a knowing look before taking them down each isle and explaining what foods are healthy as well as easy to prepare. “My sister has a son about the same age as yours, and I babysit for her the time.” You explain, trying to lighten the mood.

He’s more than reluctant at first, face remaining as stoic as ever, but Yoongi hates grocery shopping and he’s too tired to keep reading lists of nutrition information and trying to decipher the hoard of long words he doesn’t even know. So he looks at you momentarily before nodding and diverting his eyes, praying that this’ll be a one-time thing and that it ends as soon as he checks out of the store.

He didn’t welcome your friendly attitude towards him because he didn’t need another person in his life to smile at him like everything was ok, like there’s another chance for him to be happy again and have the courage to trust emotions he doesn’t think are real anymore. Not when you’re standing in front of him looking more breathtaking than anyone he’s seen in years, not when you give off such a soothing and caring aura that Yoongi wishes he hadn’t noticed, and certainly not when you remind him so much of the person he still loves no matter how hard he tries to forget.

It’s pathetic, but Yoongi wants to avoid complicated shit like the plague. He doesn’t need another love story that’ll ripe his heart into tiny pieces and leave him slowly bleeding out on an empty street. He doesn’t need light that makes him believe in lies that disguise themselves as promises, and he doesn’t want to open wounds that have not and will most certainly never heal, because he knows if history repeats itself, he won’t come out of it alive the second time.

“You need help with that?” You offer, gesturing to the arm full of plastic bags Yoongi was holding as the three of you walk out of the store.

“No” He says, detached and not even bothering to spare you a glance.

Yoongi feels Taehyung tug on his pant leg, and he knows exactly what the little boy wants.

“Daddy can’t carry you now, you have to walk like a big boy.”

Taehyung whimpers, a noise that makes the hair on Yoongi’s neck stand up because he knows what’s coming next. And Yoongi curses in his head because you were still walking next to them, which Yoongi is starting to question why you hadn’t left yet because he doesn’t want you to witness what his son’s about to do next.

Taehyung starts wailing, loudly. And it sounds so sad anyone who heard his cries would think his dog had just died or something because no four year old should be able to convey emotions so depressing with just ugly sobbing over something as trivial as having to walk when he wants to be carried, but Tae manages to excel in that area and Yoongi swears the kid could grow up to be an amazing actor-but that’s besides the point right now. The sound echoes throughout the neighborhood, ricocheting off the walls of the houses lining the streets, causing passerbys to cover their ears in annoyance and Yoongi’s face to flush hotly from the growing embarrassment.

“Tae” Yoongi scolds through gritted teeth, but his harsh attitude on makes the boy cry even more. Yoongi closes his eyes and curses again, but just as he was about to bend over and attempt to lift the boy up with seven shopping bags in hand, you’ve already beat him to the catch.

��Awww, don’t cry sweetie, I’ll carry you” You’ve already lifted the toddler up into your arms, wiping his tear stained cheeks with a handkerchief from your purse. “It’s tiring to walk isn’t it?”

Taehyung nods and looks at you with puffy red eyes, but just as soon as you beam at him, his boxy smiles makes a return and it was as if he hadn’t just been bawling just a minute ago.

Yoongi sighs, making a mental note that he needs to stop spoiling Taehyung before the kid starts thinking he can always get his way.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” The question slips out of Yoongi’s mouth after another fifteen minutes of walking, but he regrets it immediately because the pregnant pause that follows starts to suffocate him and he doesn’t even have the guts to look at the flustered expression on your face.

“I-I, ummm”

Yoongi almost regrets calling you out the way he did. He wasn’t purposefully trying to make you feel uncomfortable, but his query was valid. Why were you following them home?

“I know this probably sounds crazy, but I live in the same apartment complex as you. I’ve seen the two of you around, but I-I guess I probably shouldn’t have assumed you knew me since I’ve never officially introduced myself before.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what to think. He’s now certain that the world was fucking with him because this is definitely fate throwing him some kind of curve ball that he can’t escape, or maybe it’s more like a boomerang that’s aimed towards his head.

He clears his throat. “Oh”

That’s all he says in response to your explanation. He doesn’t address the issue further, not when the rest of the walk remains shrouded in silence or when the tension between you and him is skyrocketing through the roof as Yoongi struggles with the door to the apartment complex and is unwilling to ask you to help him, only to grunt a muffled thanks when you rush to his aid with his son still in your arms, and not even when you put Taehyung back on the ground and wave good-bye to the toddler as you exit the elevator on the fifth floor.

…

Past

Chaewon informs Yoongi that she’s missed her period, and normally this wouldn’t alarm her if it weren’t for the added tenderness in her breasts and weird food cravings that she hasn’t experienced until recently or the fact that she and Yoongi had just made love for the first time right after the both of them successfully graduated from university. He had suggested using protection on that night, but Chaewon didn’t think anything unexpected would happen from one time.

Evidently, she was wrong.

“Yoongi, I’m pregnant.” Chaewon holds the pregnancy test up so Yoongi can examine the double lines that have appeared. There’s no joy in her face, no disappointment either, but rather a subtle hint of fear tainting her formerly cheerful eyes.

They weren’t married, and they didn’t have stable jobs or their lives put together. In such a situation, who wouldn’t be terrified to see those two tiny markings on such a life-altering day? Chaewon is thinking about what she’s going to say to her parents, running through all the options they have when it comes to dealing with this, and praying that maybe the test was wrong and that she was only experiencing such symptoms because of stress or a hormonal imbalance not due to the zygote now latched on to her uterine wall.

“Chaewon…” Yoongi gasps, rushing over and embracing her as if he had just been gifted all the stars in the universe, embracing the feeling of excitement mixed with apprehension saturating his senses like it was the most beautiful moment in his life.

“What do we do?” She utters, so softly Yoongi has to lean down and caress her cheek, lifting her chin so he can gaze sincerely into her eyes with the utmost resolve.

“We’ll welcome our beautiful child into this world.”

…

Present

“Yoongi!”

Ok, so now Yoongi is convinced that you’re just a stalker. Like how? He had just walked out of the apartment to take a walk and clear his head after getting Taehyung to take a nap. And just as he was running through all of these album concepts in his head, you happened to spot him strolling along the sidewalk towards the park next to the apartment complex.

Yoongi’s ready to sigh wearily as he sees you walk up to him.

“I was just about to ask if you wanted to have Taehyung meet my sister’s son, Park Jimin. I’m going to babysitting him all next week and if you’re busy with work and stuff, you can drop him off at my apartment.” You smile, waiting for some kind of response from Yoongi. He was so hard to read you begin to wonder if he’s just like that because of his natural personality or if he really didn’t want to see you because there was no sign of elation or even pretend politeness on his face.

“Sure.” Yoongi doesn’t think things through before answering, and he mentally scolds himself for not considering the aftermath of taking you up on your offer, because now he’s officially caught in a relationship more intimate that he promised he would ever allow himself to be with another person. Fuck.

But the thought of not having to rush out of the BigHit building and picking Taehyung up after daycare was just too tempting, and better yet, he didn’t even have to get up an hour early to drop Taehyung off at daycare because you literally lived two floors down, and Taehyung like you for reasons Yoongi is choosing to ignore at this point because that would just twist things up more than they already are.

“Great! I guess I’ll see you Monday then!” You chirp, waving and heading back to the apartment.

…

Taehyung and Jimin get along better than two peas in a pod. Any outsider would assume they had been friends for years or were brothers from another mother. They are in fact the exact same age, give or take a month or two, and they surprisingly shared more interests than Yoongi could’ve predicted.

“How was your day?” You ask as Yoongi enters your apartment to pick up his son.

“Nothing too special.” Yoongi has a minor flashback of Jungkook stuffing a pair of chopsticks up his nose and trying to sing. It was not pretty, but it made him laugh, which is quite a difficult feat so he let it slide.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where do you work?”

“BigHit Entertainment.”

“Whoa, you produce music for Beyond the Scene?” Your eyes widen. “Their music is always topping the charts!”

“I just started, so no, none of my songs have been chart toppers quite yet.”

“But still, you have to be good if they hired you.”

“I guess” He shrugs.

“I’m a huge fan of them.” You admit, face flushing a little. “I’ve been following them since debut.”

“They do have a lot of fans.” Yoongi comments. He looks around the room, rubbing his hands together and trying to figure out a way to thank you for taking care of Taehyung all day and leaving without it seeming like he was taking advantage of your services and didn’t give a fuck about camaraderie.

“So…uh-”

Yoongi isn’t allowed to finish his attempt at more small talk before Taehyung interrupts him. “Mommy, will Jimin come back tomorrow?” Taehyung’s little head momentarily turns away from the toys splayed out on the floor and looks at you and Yoongi sitting on the couch in the living room.

You’re surprised by the four year old’s choice of words because Taehying hadn’t called you by any name other than your own all day. You’re immediate reaction is of shock, but endearment soon replaces that initial astonishment as he beams at you like a blooming flower.

Yoongi grits his teeth, body stiffening at the sound of his son voicing those syllables to a woman that is not Kim Chaewon. He feels irritated, balling his hands into fists as he tries not to drown in this pool of opposing collisions that is making his head spin. She left. But she’s his real mom. She left. But I love her.

“You’re disgusting” He spits out, getting up from the couch.

“W-what?” You utter, shaking your head and trying to digest the situation.

“I trusted you and you brainwashed him. I knew you were a monster.” Yoongi walks over in a fit of rage and grabs Taehyung’s arm forcefully, dragging the kid out of your apartment before you’re brain could even register what was going on.

Yoongi doesn’t think twice about clearing things up. There’s nothing to clear up, it was obvious you had eyes for Taehyung, and you were this creepy woman taking advantage of a little boy who’s mother you resembled so uncannily.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asks the moment Yoongi slams the door.

“Tae, that lady is not your mother.”

“I know,” He answers matter-of-factly. “But she’s nice and she takes care of me, and I really like her.” His bottom lip quivers as he looks at Yoongi with puppy-eyes, wondering why his father was so angry.

It’s not surprising that Taehyung doesn’t remember his real mother. Yoongi doesn't even know if the boy is even aware of what a mother is, what a mother should do, or even what a mother even represents because he’s never been brave enough to address the events that happened when his son was barely old enough to talk. He was convinced that it would go unnoticed; that Taehyung wouldn’t think his small family of two was strange or different from the societal norm. How fucking stupid for him to think that. Like the boy wouldn’t grow up to notice everyone else had two parents when he was only left with one, or he wouldn’t wonder why other children would call one of their parents “mommy” and the other one “daddy”. Or why Yoongi couldn’t look him in the eyes and tell him how he came into this world.

He’s a fool to think everything would just magically go away, and he would never have to face his problems head on.

…

Past

“You supported my dreams back then! What? Have you changed your mind because I’m not as successful as you had hoped???” Yoongi accuses, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn’t wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. He was angry with himself more than anything, but Chaewon’s words had hit his most vulnerable spots for weeks now and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“That’s when I thought you were actually going to do something with your life!”

“I am” Yoongi cries, desperately trying to stop this from turning into another full blown argument.

But Chaewon’s harsh words don’t impede. “My parents kicked me out of the house, and now you can’t even keep a roof over my head! How do you expect me to live the rest of my life like this?!”

“Chaewon” Yoongi begs, gripping onto her arm as if she was his lifeline. “I’m trying, I really am… please…” Yoongi is about to get down on his knees because he can’t let her throw him away like a piece of trash. She was the only person he had, and the past few months have been hell with him being stuck in the longest artistic slump he’s ever hit and Chaewon attempting to get any part-time job she can while still taking care of the baby after her long shifts. Yoongi knows it’s all his fault, and he knows Kim Chaewon deserves a better life, and that he has no one to blame but himself for dragging the love of his life down into this misfortunate hellhole with him because he was selfish and didn’t want to let her go.

“I was an idiot to believe an loser like you.”

And then she’s gone, leaving Yoongi in a place darker than hell.

…

Present

Yoongi doesn’t know why he’s standing outside your door, hesitating to knock and mulling over whether or not he should just run back to the elevator and pretend you never existed and hope that Taehyung forgets about you too, but his conscience is eating him alive, and his son obviously won’t let it go.

“Why can’t I go over to Y/N’s house?”

“Why can’t I play with Jimin anymore?”

“Why are you sad?”

It took him two days to weigh out his options, finally deciding that apologizing to you was easier than having to make up stupid answers for that endless string of questions that keep pouring out of Taehyung’s mouth like a faucet he can’t turn off and then constantly justifying them to not only the toddler but also to himself.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, pinches his nose bridge and lifts a finger to ring the doorbell.

“Y-Yoongi?”

“Y/N, uh, hi, ummm, so about those things I said the other day...” Yoongi takes another deep breath as you stare at him, waiting for him to finish. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“It’s ok” You gently reply. “I’d react the same way if my kid did that.”

Yoongi finally has the guts to lift his eyes to trace over your calm features, and he feels like he’s foreign territory because for the first time he sees you for you and not someone else. “Do you mind if I come in?” What the hell was he saying? It’s like someone else was controlling his mouth.

“Of course.” You open the door wider, moving out of the way so the weary looking male can enter.

“She left us.” Yoongi says as you offer him a cup of freshly brewed tea. He doesn’t know why he’s being so open to you. He’s barely ever even been honest to himself, but he’s starting to convince himself that he’s willing to try sorting out a past he can’t hide from any longer because sooner or later, it’s bound to come back with a vengeance. “It was my fault for not providing her the life she deserved.”

“Min Taehyung’s mother?”

“Kim” Yoongi swallows. “Kim Taehyung.”

And maybe it’s also because you mysteriously make his exhausted heart feel like it had found light once again, beating with a kind of fervor that he was convinced had left forever.

“I can tell you loved her very much.” You whisper.

“With all my heart.”

“I’m sorry.” The words sound generic, and you honestly don’t know what else to say. You didn’t have all the details and you barely knew the man, but the shadow covering his eyes is something you desperately want to help him get rid of, and even if you can’t, you at least want to try.

…

When Yoongi’s first song for Beyond the Scene is finished and their album is finally released, BigHit decides to hold a showcase to promote their new concept, which also happens to be their transition into the next era.

“You got me tickets!?” You exclaim, eyes glittering at the yellow slip pinched between Yoongi’s fingers.

“You said you were a fan.” He shrugs.

You wrap your arms around him before your rational mind can weigh out the effects of such an action. You were clearly too excited to thank him in any other way, and you didn’t think he was the kind to oppose physical contact, that is, until you feel his body tense under your embrace. He doesn’t reciprocate the action and you suspect you’ve taken it too far too soon.

You slowly start unravel your arms. “S-sorry” But before you can take a step back; Yoongi grabs your arm and pulls you back into a tight hug.

“Why?” He smiles, patting you on the back and making you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He even starts inviting you over for dinner on nights he was motivated enough to cook a special meal for Taehyung, claiming to “not want to have to deal with too many leftovers”. But you kind of knew he purposefully prepared a meal for three, because he always made three of everything, no more, no less.

“So who’s your favorite member?” He asks, picking up a piece of beef and putting it into Taehyung’s steaming rice bowl.

“Of Beyond the Scene?” Hm...” You ponder over the difficult answer. “I know there are only four of them, but this is the hardest question I’ve ever been asked.”

Yoongi chuckles. “They're not even similar. Why is it so hard?”

“Well, they’re all super talented and good looking!” You defend. “And each of them adds something new to the table.”

“True” He nods. “But if you knew what they were really like…”

“I know they’re complete dorks.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the million videos they’ve put up online of them doing nothing but messing around. Sometimes I question why they have so many fans.”

“It’s partially because of their music, and the fact that they’re so real.” You explain. “But back to your question, I think my bias has to be Hoseok. He’s literally a ball of sunshine. Or maybe Namjoon because he’s so smart.”

“Hoseok and Namjoon?” Yoongi cocks a brow. “I would’ve taken you to be more of a Seokjin fan.”

“Why’s that?”

“His face is attractive?” Yoongi makes an I-don’t-know gesture.

You shake your head. “Who’s your favorite then?”

“Jungkook” Yoongi replies. “I didn’t like him at first, but I’ve grown used to his playful antics.”

“That youngest? You clearly have a soft spot for the young ones.” You laugh, peering over at Taehyung who had no idea what you guys were talking about.

…

On the day of the showcase, you’re more anxious than you’ve ever been. Out of all the years you been a fan, you never imagined you would one day come across the opportunity to see your favorite idols live. It was the most amazing feeling ever, and it was all thanks to Min Yoongi.

The songs they performed were amazing, and although it was different from their usual sound, you could somehow tell Yoongi was the mastermind behind all of the pieces. There was just something about the emotions conveyed by the beat and lyrics that spoke to you on a deeper level than any of their previous songs. Maybe it was because you had caught a glimpse of the man behind the music on a personal level beforehand or maybe he was just a skilled enough artist to create such beautiful tunes.

“Daddy, I need to pee” Taehyung whines as the third song ends and the members had stopped to introduce themselves one by one.

“Ok, we’ll find you a bathroom.” Yoongi responds. He turns to you. “I’ll be right back.

You nod, eyes still fixed on the four idols on stage.

The quiet that hits Yoongi is a striking contrast to the raucous arena, as the large doors slam shut. He’s casually looking around to find a bathroom when his gaze lands on someone that makes his heart skip several beats. This can’t be real.

And Yoongi thinks it might be his imagination because there’s no way Kim Chaewon was standing ten feet in front of him just as he exits the auditorium with Taehyung following closely behind. His body freezes up, and his throat is constricting to the point where he can’t tell if he’s still breathing.

“Yoongi”

The voice is just as familiar as it sounded two years ago.

“Chaewon?”

“Congratulations on all of this” She gestures at the crowd of screaming fangirls and flashing stage lights across the heavy metal doors.

“H-How did you…? W-Why…?” He can’t even form a coherent question because his brain had stopped functioning normally.

“I can recognize your music from anywhere.” She says, flashing Yoongi a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Yoongi can feel Taehyung’s grip on the hem of his pant leg as he hides behind his father, looking at the women curiously. “I don’t doubt that, but…”

“Is that…?” She ignores his state of shock and bends over to wave at Taehyung. “Tae!” She beams.

“H-Hi” The little boy responds shyly, clearly not recognizing the women the way she expected him to.

“He’s grown up so well” She sighs, straightening up once again. “If you’re not busy, would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? So we can, I don’t know, chat?”

Yoongi hesitates. He wants to reject her offer because he knows you’re still waiting for him in the crowd, but he can’t get himself to say no, not when he clearly still has feelings for the woman who left him years ago and is now suddenly back within reach.

…

“She came back.” Yoongi says. “I’m sorry I left without telling you.”

“Oh, Chaewon, right?” You swallow, trying not to make things awkward between the two of you. “It’s totally fine. She must’ve been really happy to see you and Tae.”

Yoongi nods, eyes still trained at the ground. He was standing outside your doorway late at night, wanting to make sure you got home safely after he had left the showcase so unexpectedly.

“Hey, no hard feelings.” You console him, despite your own voice cracking ever so slightly. You had waited for him for hours after the showcase, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You didn’t wait for me for too long did you?”

4 hours.

“No, of course not.” You pretend to make it sound absurd, shaking your head and waving it off like it was no big deal. “I figured something must have come up.”

Yoongi nods.

“So umm, good-night?” You speak after a long drawn out silence.

“Yeah. Good-night.”

…

Yoongi can’t fall asleep that night, and it’s not because he’s thinking about Kim Chaewon coming back into his life and throwing him in complicated shit again, surprisingly, he’s more concerned about you and what you are to him, because he already knows what Chaewon is, more or less. But you on the other hand, you were still shrouded in a misty veil, one created by life’s endless intersections and obstacles. And the universe wasn’t going to give him a break anytime soon, but maybe that’s exactly what he needed to find the right path.

His thoughts flash back to what Chaewon had said to him at the coffee shop.

“We do stupid things when we’re young, but that doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t love.”

Yoongi stares off into the distance, not knowing why her words were not affecting him the way he expected them to.

“Keyword, had”

“Yoongi, I made a mistake. I still have feelings for you, and I know you do too because otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”

He nods slowly, absorbing the honeyed words that were seeping out of the woman’s mouth, and making him really consider the exact thing she was saying.

It was nothing short of the truth, he loved Kim Chaewon and undoubtedly still does. But he has always loved her because he thought she loved him for him, plain and unadorned, when in reality, she was always more in love with his music than anything. And don’t get him wrong, he knows that anyone who has the capacity to love and appreciate his music has to have that special connection with his innermost self, but that holds true for any fan and the musician they look up to. And it took the event of her coming back after he had finally found success to make him realize she was only a crossroad and not the moon itself. Because what happens when Yoongi stops composing one day, what will transpire when he’s too old to produce songs and create the art that she loved him for, will she leave again?

Yoongi’s not about to find out.

…

You don’t see Yoongi for a couple of days, and you knew exactly why. It didn’t make you feel any better knowing the reason, but there was that annoying nagging feeling tugging at your heart that you’ve convinced yourself isn’t categorized as jealously, disappointment, or longing. Stop being absurd.

Yoongi is not yours, he never was and never will be. Was it really that hard to accept the fact that he couldn’t fall in love with you when he was still in love with another woman? Yes. No. Does it make it any more justifiable that he maybe would’ve given you a chance had that woman no returned? Yes. No.

“Wake up, Y/N.” You mutter to yourself as you take the elevator down to grab a package that had arrived.

“Looks like I beat you to the chase.” The familiar voice startles you, almost causing you to drop the house keys your were twirling in your fingers.

“Oh, Yoongi” You gasp, clutching your chest like he almost gave you a heart attack.

“I was just about to look for you.” He bites his lower lip, preparing to say something he’s been running through in his head for the past few days.

“Is something wrong?”

“Life is full of crossroads...” Yoongi swallows, wanting to make this whole speech poetic, but he’s too nervous to function for reasons he’s fully aware of but does not have control over. He hasn’t confessed to anyone in a long time, and even then, he’s only every done it once in his life, to that other woman he’s slowly started to place in another section of his heart to make room center stage for you. “Ah, fuck it.” He mutters. “I’ve made mistakes in the past because I used to be the kind of person to be consumed by people the same way I’m consumed by my passions. I tend to place people on the wrong pedestal, and I have a hard time letting go of first loves. But if you are willing, I want to try for us, because I think I’ve finally found the moon after passing many crossroads.”

There’s a long pause because your mind is blank and your heart is racing. You continue to stare at the man standing awkwardly in front of you, gripping onto the box that had just been delivered as if he was the mail carrier, and you don’t think anything can be more endearing than this.

“But umm, if you’re not down, it’s totally ok too. I know this is strange and sudden, and I’m totally just freaking you out right now because. Aw, fuck.” Yoongi’s eyes squeeze close and he tilts his head up.

Scratch that. Said man all choked up as he’s trying to confess despite his debilitating nerves is something even more endearing.

“I’m totally down.” You respond, trying to hold in a laugh as you take the box away from him. “So I’m your moon? Is this going to be Beyond the Scene’s next album concept? Or did you just run out of real ideas.” You playfully nudge him in the arm.

Yoongi smiles, gummy and jubilant, and the universe shimmering within his eyes at that moment is, without a doubt, even more breathtaking than his music.

...

#bts fanfic #bangtan bookclub #btswriters #sfwbangtan #armiesnet #bts scenarios #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #i hope this is okay!#or at least close to what you had in mind #truthfully i suck at love triangles lol #thank you for the request!#requested

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jikook-love · 8 years ago

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Amusement Park Tag!

So I was going through my old drafts from my main blog and I found this goody old post that I never got to finish. It’s kind of an old thing, but it would be fun to bring back nowadays. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen one of these ^^ They’re actually a lot of fun cause they’re like writing prompts without the commitment, and you can make it as thorough as you want :’)

And since this is a BTS blog, I’ll make it BTS focused this time :P

Without further ado:

Write the names of 10 of your favourite Kpop idols in no particular order, yourself being 5 (or not, if you’d rather not be involved ^^).

1. Jimin

2. Namjoon

3. Hoseok

4. Jungkook

5. Me

6. Taehyung

7. Jin

8. Yoongi

9. Jimin and Jungkook (cause they are one. totally.)

10. Jimin (again? because I ran out of BTS members)

ON THE CAR:

1. Who is the designated driver?

Jungkook. Cause we all wanna test out his license. ._. jk, most likely namjin: one of them drives while the other navigates.

2. Car space is tight and 2, 3 and 6 ends up being squished together in the back. What happens?

Hoseok and Taehyung would probably be flirting extremely loud with their lame ass jokes and Namjoon would somehow find a way to sleep through it all.

3. Driver change. 8 volunteers, what is everyone’s reaction?

Yoongi can drive...right? (swag.)

4. 5 & 10 have a huge fight on the way there. Why?!

Obviously because Jimin literally ruins my life. And I need to let him know that.

5. The car suddenly lurches and 1 & 7 fall on top of 4.

Jin would probably get off tactfully but suddenly starts screaming for them to stop as Jimin “takes advantage of the situation” since he already on top of Jungkook....ummm...

6. There’s a big traffic jam. 2 & 9′s reaction?

Namjoon would probably be sleeping through it while Jikook are extremely restless and just wanna get out.

BUYING TICKETS:

7. Who’s paying?

Jungkook. Cause he’s the youngest. LOL.

8. Someone cuts in front of 7. His/her reaction?

Of course mother Jin gets cut in front of >.> He’d probably be like “Nobody is cutting in front of my boys” and start doing that weird scream to scare them away (can you imagine dough)

9. The person at the counter tries to flirt with 3. What happens next?

Hoseok offers Jimin up instead and then everyone just leaves.

INSIDE THE AMUSEMENT PARK:

10. What ride does 5 suggest they all go on together?

Teacups. So I can arrange them all by OTP and take incriminating photos.

11. 4 attempts to drag 2 onto the _____________ ride at the park.

Merry-Go-Round. lmao. The biggest roller coaster there cause Jungkook wants to prove to his father that he truly is a man.

12. Who gets everyone lost?

Taehyung. Cause he decided reading the map upside down would be better.

13. Someone doesn’t even care about the rides and is just hovering around the food stands, who is it?

Eat Jin. (and me tbh.)

14. Someone bumps into 4 and unnecessary skinship occurs. What is 10′s reaction?

omg. #thestoryofjikook Jimin will probably glare at the person and then assert his dominance by making out with Jungkook clinging to Jungkook for the rest of the entire day.

15. 6 & 8 go off on their own. For what?

Washroom break. Probably. It’s mean it’s Tae. And Yoongi.

16. Who attracts the most attention inside and why?

Jungkook. Cause he being very loud and obnoxious and running everywhere wants to prove he’s a man by going on all the “tough rides” he ends up spinning exhausted in the teacups at the end of the day though, i can imagine and leaning on jimin’s shoulder

ON THE BIGGEST, FASTEST TALLEST ROLLER COASTER:

17. Who goes crazy just looking at it?

Hoseok~ ^^ and jimin probably

18. Who’s running up to line up early?

Jungkook and Tae.

19. 2 & 7 are finally sick of waiting in the long line. How do they react?

LULZ. Namjin again. idk. tell dad jokes to lighten up the mood. jokes that only the two of them enjoy. ha.

20. Seating arrangements?

Is it bad to do by OTP -> Jikook, Namjin, VHope and--oh why hello there Yoongi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) why don’t you comfort my reluctant soul

21. Who screams that they think they gonna die right before the drop?

Me. lbr.

22. An emoji to represent 8′s expression while on the ride?

._. (LOL)

23. 3 is scared out of their wits. What does 4 do to comfort them?

Laughs. :/ (i mean it jungkook @hoseok what else would it be lol)

24. Finally the ride is over! 10′s condition?

realistically, he’d probably be walking around happily saying it wasn’t so bad but you know what i’m going to picture him draped tiredly over jungkook’s shoulders as they walk out :)

LUNCH TIME!

25. Assign the following “entrees” to each person: salad, funnel cake, fries, pizza, hot dog, ice cream, cotton candy, corn dog, fruit salad, onion rings.

me - ice cream, Namjoon - pizza, Seokjin - everything. ._., Yoongi - fries, Hoseok - onion rings, Taehyung - salad, funnel cake and cotton candy, Jimin - hot dog, Jungkook - Jimin’s hot dog ._.

26. 2 steals 6′s food. What is the reaction?

Tae probably doesn’t notice, and even if he does, he’d give it to Namjoon anyways :)

ROUND TWO!

27. Who’s the most likely to throw up at this point?

Taehyung because of his life choices and Hoseok probably just in general

28. Everyone casually ditches 3 & 9. What happens after?

Hoseok + Jimin & Jungkook. Welcome back to the adventures of thirdwheeling. I can totally imagine Hoseok trying to get a seat next to Jimin but then Jungkook keeps shooing him out, and when he finally gets it Jungkook is sat behind them looking extremely salty.

29. 4 decides to try out a carnival game. Results?

RIP. LOL IT’S JEON. Well I guess he stays for the rest of entire day without realizing the game is rigged, as he insists on winning the grand prize (which he does eventually probably so he has to lug a giant bear on his back around for the rest of the day)

30. Who gets the tired the quickest?

Yoongi~

31. 2 & 8 are tricked into going on an extreme ride all by themselves. Their reactions?

LOL. The genii of BTS, Namjoon and Yoongi, would probably not even realize it until they were actually on the ride. And when things finally start going way faster than they expected it to, it would probably end up with a lot of futile screaming and profanities...all of which are captured on camera by the remaining,snickering members. Everyone runs away when they’re about to get off.

32. Who eagerly accepts the merry-go-round?

Jungkook, Hoseok and Taehyung. omg. they would run up with giant smiles on their faces and traumatize all the children probably.

33. Who has to be dragged out to the car because they don’t wanna go home yet?

Jeon. Jungkook.

34. Last ride?

The biggest roller coaster again. Because Jungkook was whining and they all felt bad so Hoseok had to sacrifice his soul one last time.

35. Who gets lost just before the group leaves the park?

...VHope. They wanted one last ride in the teacups to restore their souls.

ON THE WAY HOME!

36. Who passes out cold in the car?

Jungkook (on Jimin’s shoulder) from going too hard. And Namjoon’s already snoring.

37. 7 is forced to drive. How does he/she react?

Seokjin is cool with driving with Namjoon’s snoring in the passenger seat.

38. Who is still a bundle of energy and probably could spend another three hours in the park if they were allowed to?

Taaaaeeehyuuung~

39. 5 is in charge of the music. What songs do they play on the way home?

On the Road Again. lol jk. probably the very best BTS slow songs ^^

40. Who realizes they lost their wallet at the park?

o m g. not this. but it probably namjoon ._. everyone just screams.

And that’s it! I hope you guys have fun with this and create your own even! ^^

I remember there were a lot of scenarios back then but I can’t find them anymore haha.

Everyone’s free to try and reblog this but just for completion’s sake I shall tag @yourpinkpill @fanficsandnochill @gracefulweather @tanktoptiger @strawberrywhaliens @drpuffles @jikookiejar @jikookielove @yildiz-blackthorne @jiminatthepark @confidenceatitsfinest to try it out for themselves :’)

Have fun~

#jikook #bts #bangtan #tag #tag game

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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yES vball coach jk pls about their first fight as a couple?? maybe??

mvp: first fight

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: jungkook is more on the oblivious sLASH insensitive side, y/n’s outlet is hurling volleyballs against the wall, and yoongi just wants to cheer everyone up with his mascot suit :D

notes: another coach koo drabble because i am unhinged <3

read mvp, the piece that started off y/n and koo!! + in which jungkook is extra clingy

you’re rEALLY used to jungkook being affectionate and clingy

no surprise really

he’s practically attached to you by the hip atleast in four out of the seven days in the week

but there’s something

just sOmething different with the way he’s hugging you from behind right now

and the trail of kisses from your shoulder to your jaw is gentle and nOt playful

almost as if he’s done something wrong and he’s making up for it

aha

....... aha ........?

“did you accidentally drop one of my succulents more than a hundred feet down again?”

jungkook doesn’t even tense up at that and you take it as a signal that he didn’t

gOOD because you are running out of lil succulents and jimin’s running out of name ideas for the lil guys

your boyfriend only huffs and frowns because for the last time he did not sabotage mr. prick !!! he was in the balcony holding him out in the sun when a giAnt dove suddenly flew to him and that’s when he panicked

“did you eat jimin’s special pasta and you’re now asking me for immunity?”

“no but thank you for letting me know”

ok that’s it

you break free from his back hug and face jungkook with an inquiring look and he shrinks at the thought of what he’s gonna say next

“then tell me what’s going on, koo.”

“it’s- uhm,” jungkook turns you around again and rests his chin on your shoulder because he’d rather not see your reaction

he knows you’re probably gonna give him the most pleading puppy dog eyes and maybe he’d cave right then and there with nO questions asked

“you know our date by the end of this week?”

“yeah!! oh my god i’m sO excited-“ you immediately gush because actually things have been so busy for the both of you and this is the perfect chance for relieving stress bUt-

“oh.”

“have to drive upstate for this workshop for coaches, baby. it’s something new for us before the season starts and uH well it’s gonna last for three days.,.,.”

three days

that’s cool :D

the season is about to start and so the pressure is on if your team could make this a back-to-back win :D

of course practice is hArd as it should be just so everyone’s on their toes as skilled and as in shape one could be

the heat is SIZZLING in this kitchen

there’s no time for slacking around

frankly, date night fell onto one of the only days that there’s gonna be a break in your team’s schedule :)))

not that it mATTERS or anything like that

you’re also pressured because your comeback after ur iconic injury that was televised made you even mOre highly-anticipated

you’re gonna bREAK one of these days ur very sure of it

“it’s okay, jungkook. it’s out of my reach anyways :))”

uGh what did he do to deserve such a precious understanding thing like you are

you’ve guess you gotten a tad bit better in your acting skills then because your boyfriend doesn’t suspect a single tHing

all ur monitoring and taehyung forcing you to watch and critique him as he practices for his auditions is paying off!!

“tae i think we both know that i’m nOt qualified to give you acting pointers!!”

“which is eXACTLY my point!! that’s why i called up my most clueless and unwilling friend ever!!! because if it’s good enough for a no-brained then it would be the bEST for people with-...”

“ok that was rude :((“

he kissed your cheek as an apology and promised to dine out with you for honey-glazed chicken and sUddenly you’re not plotting to hit tae with a volleyball to the head “accidentally” during practice tomorrow <3

but unlike taehyung, jungkook can’t fix it up with a single kiss to the cheek

you can’t help but feel upset ok it’s in your nature!!

your momentum’s deflated and the little itty bitty hope that you and jungkook can be there for each other is now cRUSHED

“i’ll miss you.”

jungkook’s heart whooshes at the feeling of you hugging him just sO dearly that he’s very tempted to just ditch this

him hugging you back with the same intesity doesn’t make it better because rn you’re mumbling to his chest

“i’ll miss you mORE :((“

ok even jimin’s gonna miss kook

his heart also goes out for you because he knows you’re beyond stressed with your comeback and all that

jimin saw you eating cereal one morning when kook wasn’t by your side because he was over at his oWN apartment

can u believe it,,, jungkook having his own apartment yet mOST of the time he stays over and even eats jimin’s stock of cold marshmallows by the fridge <3

anyways u were eating cereal and then suddenly jimin was practically alerted awake when you mumbled out of nowhere

“do you think i could serve a float as good as this cereal does?”

that was clearly a red flag that you ventured too far out into your spiral of worry because fIRST of all

yeah you do love volleyball of course!!!

but often it’s nice that not every second you spend revolves around it y’know

if your practice is done and your games are over that’s it nO more talking about volleyball pls

you could manage with the occasional praising for each other’s play over meals and rides and all that

but you don’t want anything more because it’s just can we please talk about things other than volleyball PLEASE

at the start you thought it would be difficult because well :D you are living with your best friend that happens to be your assistant coach :D

but surprisingly it was easy!! jimin shared those exact same thoughts and your flow of conversation (that doesn’t include your athleticism nor profession) is endless at this point

even became easier because now your boyfriend is the coach and he’s practically living with you

that startled jimin because you hATE talking about volleyball so early in the morning and especially over breakfast

but here you were...

talking about your damn floats just from looking in too much at your cereal

“hey, it’s okay!! we’ll get you through these three days just fine!!”

jimin hugs you as soon as jungkook takes off because he can’t have you dwelling and moping now can he

you’re just mumbling in defenseless against his chest because you obviOusly can’t do anything about it

you were tempted to pluck out his wallet just so he’d get back for it but jimin was looking at you from across the room

you were at the planning stage and jimin’s aLREADY at the scolding stage

three days!!! just three ridiculously-pressured, nerve-wracking, mind-boggling days!!

how hard could it be??

aha

spoiler alert: it is immensely hard :D

you’re so nervous and jittery to the point yoongi was concerned with how much coffee you drank and that’s coming from hIM

then you told him you drank none and you swear he ceased functioning after that

jimin had to drag you out every twenty minutes because either you were being too gentle or being too harsh that he winces himself when you spike tOO hard

and that could only mean one thing

you’re on spiral number two

which means you are nOw inseparable from volleyball

by day two you were no longer moping about jungkook’s absence and his inherent ability to calm you down

no you are even bArely thinking about him :D

you now breathe speak exhale volleyball

y/n’s monster rage play kept appearing even when you’re just against the players in your own team and now they r getting cranky little by little

they serve and then you sLAM

jimin had to call out a break for you forcibly and even used his official I’m The Coach Don’t Complain voice on you that you hate :((

“now you’re getting TOO much into playing!!”

“i don’t get what you mean, minnie!! i’m perfectly fine!! hey, wanna split the shipping fee? i added these new sports bras and shorts to my cart, you should totally add what you want to my cart so tHAT way i won’t have to pay so much and-...”

okay time-out that’s cLEARLY a time-out for you

you’re now way too much into your thoughts and that calls for a group hug

you just need a distraction, that’s all!!

jimin had to drag you over so that the both of you could go a few floors down to yoongi and tae’s apartment for move night

and there’s them giving you the reigns because well you just wanted to feel like you have control aNd that you’re not completely losing it aha

taehyung gives the best sitting cuddles as he’s at the far-end of the couch and he’s perfectly drooped for you to feel secure

jungkook nORMALLY would be annoyed when tae gets a little too cuddly but aight it’s cool no worries!! he’s just... standing in for a pillow

speaking of jungkook

well to be honest he’s doing good!! yes he does miss you but not to the degree that yOU do because well he’s just oblivious like that

there were some drills that the coaches were the ones that needed to be the players and well :D let’s just say he killed that part tOO good

for the first time after a long time, jungkook took down notes

n o t e s

wow he’s going so far he really is a coach

he also got to reconnect with some of his friend and not to brag but maybe he IS the blueprint for being the player to the coach lol

there was a no-phones rule and he could only call you on his lunch breaks and when he’s about to sleep or when the bathrooms are all empty

“can’t wait to see you tomorrow, koo :((“

“why did you miss mE?? :D”

he’s still as insufferable as ever even when he’s in a different state and you’d have to keep your chuckles down or else jimin’s gonna confiscate your phone

there’s some raining in jungkook’s background and you wonder why it was sO heavy

aha actually kook had to go outside because signal wasn’t exactly the best inside hence the louder patter

not to be that cheesy but talking to him just relieves you of your stress and it makes you pout because okay you’ll see him tOmorrow!!

“more than you know.”

cool

there’s uh

there’s a tiny hitch

well jungkook was supposed to come tonight and well he ISN’T here

you’ve tried calling him and even got yoongi help you out by texting him and jungkook doesn’t even dare to try and ignore his hyung’s texts

now you’re in panic because wHY exactly didn’t he come home??

and there’s all these worst-case scenarios running through your head but that’s when he sends you a text late in the morning that woke you up

“sorry!! the organizers needed me to stay late. i’ll see you tomorrow :))”

that wasn’t exactly right

and uH jungkook wasn’t exactly telling the truth

it’s just a minor white lie he needed to say for you to not worry!!!

uhm so

well it was raining cats and dogs right??

IT WAS FLOODING

and jungkook didn’t want to risk cooky (that’s what he named his car do nOT question him) breaking down with all the water and the pressure so he’s uh

he’s not coming home tonight

lisa noticed his struggle right when they walked out of the complex and she offered generously

“jungkook!! do you wanna sleep over at my place tonight? i live pretty near anyway. i’ll drive you over to your car in the morning!!”

wow

she’s so kind and considerate!!! :D great idea lisa thank u very much

they even had ramen together and watched some netflix, kook just slept in the guest room, woke up, and the next day lisa drove him to his car and that’s it!!

he’s back to you easy-peasy and you gave him the tightest hug ever

that’s where the problem lies though

because jungkook didn’t tell you and you don’t know the truth either

which is why yoongi is in your apartment and has been looking at you for the past five minutes while he’s unmoved on your couch

jungkook was over to their apartment to help taehyung with his PC build and yoongi is here aPPARENTLY to just have some snacks with you

that doesn’t seem to be the case because he’s lost in his thought and is fidgeting and??? he doesn’t normally fidget when you’re making him a grilled cheese sandwich lol

“why did jungkook come home a day later than he was supposed to?”

what now

the workshop was long done by a week now and you’re lost at wHy yoongi is asking this now

“oh! he said the organizers needed him to stay later. you know how jungkook’s a bit famous with them, yoongs”

yoongi flatlines at that because uh

that’s w eird

oh god how is he gonna tell you this

yoongi just pulls out his phone with an all-telling screenshot and he’s preparing himself to deal with whatever reaction you give him

it’s a story, actually

harmless if you think about it

and the username and whom it belongs to is sO familiar

not to mention the more than familiar tattooed hand holding the chopsticks to sink into their bowl of ramen

.... oh

“yoongi?”

that is too soft for your tone

something so chilling that yoongi is hesitant to even answer you

“can you bring in jungkook for me?”

oh my gOd you don’t know how to feel

you’re trying to contain yourself because maybe you’ve just misunderstood the situation

althought it’s too fucking hard for your sake, because as far as you remember, jungkook’s ex-girlfriend ISN’T the organizer for this workshop

was it even a workshop in the first place

jungkook wouldn’t cheat on you!!!

... would he??

you’re practically trembling when you ask yoongi to send you the picture and he attempts to hug you and cradle for a bit but you just stay sTILL

“i didn’t tell you because i didn’t want you to worry about me”

now jungkook is a bit confused when yoongi told him to go back to the apartment, no questions asked

and you’re looking kind of rattled which is why he’s starting to get worried

“jungkook, i’m gonna worry of you regardless!! i can’t stop floods and it’s unavoidable but wHY didn’t you tell me?”

“tell you what?”

god you’re gonna pull your hair out

he’s still playing coy of how he didn’t sleep over at lisa’s and it’s irking you right underneath your skin

“that you slept over at your ex-girlfriend’s house and didn’t even tell me!!”

okay now that’s when jungkook ticks

he doesn’t see the problem with it

“what’s wrong with that?? it was flooding and i knew no one else!! a state of emergency, don’t you think?”

“nO jungkook i get that! but what i can’t get is why you needed to lie to me!! you could’ve told the truth and i would’ve understood better!”

ugh this is just sO pointless

he doesn’t really wanna argue with you right now over something that shouldn’t be argued about in the first place

“you’re overreacting, stop it.”

“oh yeah?? it’s okay with you if i go to a workshop by myself, and sleep over at my ex-boyfriend’s place, and not tell you???”

you’re trying your best to not cry then and there because you so badly want to stand by your point against jungkook

“of course,” he’s even more stubborn than you are and he only kisses his teeth as you ask him

“because unlike you, i’m not controlling!”

oh god

that’s when the line is drawn and you just can’t take it anymore

he’s so fired up that he huffs and walks out of the apartment while slamming the door harshly

...

....

things aren’t really going well

practice is still on even if jimin offered that you take a sick leave after hearing about what happened

you’re not gonna chicken out from practice just because jungkook’s gonna be there

plus it’s not like you haven’t ignored him before at practice

meanwhile jungkook is dYing on the inside because oh god he really screwed up big-time

his apartment is too spacious and too quiet and that just meant him regretting extra

this situation felt all too familiar

jungkook hates himself because he feels like he’s done nothing but to to just give you hurt :(((

it’s him going to the gym much earlier than usual and waiting by the door

it’s him trying to get your attention and you being set on tolerating none of it

he already did that last time

but tHIS time it’s with him as your boyfriend and maybe it hurts a little bit more

he hasn’t slept properly for god knows how long

(( actually it’s been just two days ))

you don’t try to contact him nor even think about him because as per his words, you’re controlling!!!

yoongi tries to assure you as much as you can that you aren’t

he’s the only one that could get to you because well he’s the one that took this up to you

and you avoid getting jimin into this because you feel like he’s tired with all this back and forth of trying to pick you up

oh god you aren’t a burden, right??

right???

pls say right

yoongi is admittedly not the best when it comes to comforting people but he is there and that’s what matters

even brought out the mascot suit to bring out a giggle or two

and he likes you better when you’re happy so he goes ham on trying to do those cartwheels he’s mastered

anything to put a smile on your face

he was about to do the backflip he did when you showcased your rage play and you had to physically stop him because nO i will not risk you getting a concussion just trying to make me happy

you can’t avoid each other for this long

sooner or later you need to talk about what happened and from then on could you do something about it

atleast jimin knows this much

and as hesitant as he is to let jungkook in again, he knows that this is for the better and that you’re both miserable (the other is much much worse and it isn’t you)

which is why jimin let the door open wordlessly before going on the lift to stay over at tae’s and yoongi’s for a few hours

or whenever you need him to come back

because jungkook’s right in front of you and you can’t even look at him in the eye

gOd there’s only so much you can do

“i’m sorry.”

that’s what makes it even worse though

because you’re the one who apologized first and fuck that just makes jungkook wince

he’s whimpering the moment he hears you and he’d be sobbing if only he didn’t desperately want to talk to you

“why are you apologizing when you’re not even the one at fault?”

it’s the added blow because fuck you are tOO good for him and he doesn’t deserve you :(((

“you’re not controlling. i was just being an insensitive boyfriend and a shitty one at that”

jungkook’s knees buckle and he’s kneeling right in front of you and it immediately gets you trying to lift him back up

the sight itself also makes you tear up a bit because you just wanna talk!! you don’t want him kneeling as if you’re a saint and all that :((

“i’ll — we’ll work through this, right?? i can — i can still m-make it up to you, right?”

jungkook’s looking up at you with the biggest and most pleading eyes you’ve ever seen and perhaps he was even scAred to ask the question,,, in fear that he’s only just convincing himself that he could

that makes his lip tremble again because the alternate outcome of your first fight absolutely ending your relationship is enOugh to shatter him to pieces

he’s about to bow his head again but this time you put your hands on his cheeks, making you look up at him as he tries to compose himself

“we’ll work it out.”

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