#CN9 universe

[veronasportsacademy]

The rest of Verona gladiators. Tired but they keep their eyes at the basketball ring. (at AlAin University) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn9-UO-SXQX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[your-miss-right]

1 Year

Summary: Six times Yoongi didn’t quite realize that they fit almost too perfectly into each other’s lives.

“You look like you belong here and maybe I’m greedy, but stay.”

From the CN9 Universe

Yoongi likes to think he’s rather quick to catch on to things. Then again his friends like to say otherwise, considering his relationship with Y/n took several months to form. Neither he nor Y/n could find it in them to say they liked each other and it was starting to get painful to watch. Yoongi claims that was his one slip up or at least one of very, very few.

Today though, Namjoon is looking at him funny, like he’s realized something very obvious. It’s a strange cross between discovery, amusement, and disbelief. The look on his face makes Yoongi stop sipping on his coffee and when he sets it down Namjoon’s eyes follow it.

“What?” Yoongi’s voice is still raspy with sleep, but he’s more awake than he sounds.

“Nothing, I just…that mug?” Namjoon quirks a brow.

The mug in his hand is spattered with paint stains and there is a small delicate doodle of a paintbrush. It looks nothing like something he’d own.

“Oh yeah, it’s Y/n’s she left it here,” Yoongi shrugs, not really caring and he doesn’t because it’s totally normal. He’s left countless jackets at her place, some which haven been promptly returned and others that smell of her. Few have never been returned and he secretly hopes she never does because that just might mean something regrettable.

“That’s cute,” Namjoon says with a smirk and Yoongi rolls his eyes. He doesn’t really think about it and keeps sipping.

Namjoon though, he knows something Yoongi doesn’t, but he decides to keep this to himself.

Yoongi will catch on eventually. …

He doesn’t, but Jin seems to. Much like his group of friends, he doesn’t actually see it coming and it isn’t sudden. It’s just something that occurs, little by little until it sneaks up on everyone and then there it is, staring them in the face. Suddenly it becomes very obvious.

It happens when Jin shows up at Y/n’s place, he’s doing Jungkook the favor of picking up some text books he left here. The apartment is neat and tidy, lived in, but he can tell Rina doesn’t live here anymore. She’s already graduated and has moved in with Young a few cities away, leaving Y/n alone.

“Did you just get off work?” Jin asks, he’s propped against the doorway of her bedroom as she searches through her room for the oversized books.

Y/n stands up straight and pushes her hair away from her face. He can tell she’s tired, the evidence of a long day shows in her disheveled hair and the slight flush in her cheeks. He’s certain she’s going to curl up into a ball and doze away her day when he leaves.

“Yeah, I’m so over today,” Y/n shakes her head and lets out a squeal of joy when she finds exactly what she’s looking for.

“Long day?” Jin asks and she puts the heavy books in his hands.

“Yes, I just want to sleep forever,” Y/n laughs easily and she follows Jin to the door. They’re not expecting to see Yoongi hovering in the doorway, hands filled with take out bags.

“Hey you two,” Yoongi greets the pair and Jin waves with his free hand while Y/n rushes up to him to press an innocent kiss to his cheek.

“Yoongi!” When Y/n pulls back Jin’s finds a brightness in her eyes that definitely wasn’t there before. Yoongi looks a bit bashful and there’s a softness in his gaze that belongs solely to Y/n.

“You sounded like you needed a night in when you called earlier, so I figured why not?” Yoongi shrugs and he moves to place the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” Y/n looks flustered, even though Jin is certain this isn’t the first time Yoongi has let himself in to surprise her.

“Do you want to stay to eat Jin?” Yoongi asks comfortably. It makes Jin blink and stare for a moment. He wonders when Yoongi began feeling at home here, coming in and out when he pleased. Y/n is by his side gathering plates and she looks up at Jin with bright eyes.

“Stay! I’m pretty sure Jungkook won’t mind if he gets those books a little later today.”

Jin thinks maybe he should say no, but he really wants to stay, so he does. While they eat, he can’t shake off how normal this feels and how it was that they never realized what was happening. It just occurred as if it were something that was meant to be.

When he looks at Yoongi and Y/n side by side, he doesn’t think they’re aware of how well they fit into each other’s lives.

…

Jimin doesn’t really know how it is that Yoongi survives sometimes. His sleep hours are messed up, he only every seems to drink water, coffee, and tea. He works part time and is dealing with his last year of school. Then there’s the fact that his fridge is often close to empty, with the exception of hot sauce and the occasional stale bread inhabiting the cold space.

It really is a wonder the senior hasn’t died of malnutrition yet.

“Oh hey Jimin!” Y/n has just answered Yoongi’s door. It’s not much of a surprise to be honest. She’s here often enough, sometimes she’s just killing time in between classes or work. Other days she’s staying to nap or for the night.

“Hey, Yoongi’s here right?” Jimin strides in as Y/n holds the door open for him. Jungkook is sitting on the couch and there are books strewn about. It’s clear that they’re in the middle of a study session.

“Yeah, he just jumped in the shower really quick, he’ll be out in a bit,” Y/n follows after, but instead of going back to the couch and sitting with Jungkook she moves into the kitchen. There’s the smell of garlic and meat cooking, as well as vegetables in a different pan.

Suddenly it makes sense. Jimin’s about to ask, but Jungkook stops him and says, “The weird thing is they haven’t even thought about living together.”

Jimin raises a brow and asks, “Really?”

Jungkook nods, unconcerned as to whether Y/n hears them, she’s too busy throwing in egg noddles and frying them.

“I asked her the other day and she just kind of shrugged. Apparently they’ve never even talked about it. Yoongi hasn’t ever said anything?” Jungkook is peering over at Y/n adoringly, much like a sibling would do to their older sister.

“I don’t think he realizes it, neither of them do.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Food’s ready!” Y/n drops bowls in front of the boys and leaves a portion aside for Yoongi. When Jungkook pretends to steal a piece of beef Y/n chuckles.

“What?” Jungkook is hovering over the bowl and Y/n is already giving Jungkook a second portion.

“Don’t, Yoongi always eats his extra spicy.” Jungkook moves back immediately.

Sure enough when Yoongi takes his own bowl, he lets out a hum of delight. Y/n doesn’t even seem to notice, for her it’s become quite normal. Yoongi though, as he takes his second bite, slows, and for a second looks confused.

Jungkook and Jimin notice that Yoongi might be realizing something.

…

Hoseok has always thought love meant a number of things. When he was little he thought that meant free hugs and kisses, cute names like darling, sweetheart, and honey. As he got older he realized it could also mean, fireworks, sweaty palms, and shaky knees. Eventually he also learned it means hurting, aching, loss of breath, and a bad case of the blues.

Nowadays he knows love is a mixture of those things because not everyday is perfect and some days you’re going to love them endlessly. Other days you’re going to love them even when you hate them. So he applies this one rule, he knows he loves someone (romantically or platonically) when he loves and thinks this person makes his world brighter when they’re in even their shittiest of moods.

It’s how he realized he loved his first college girlfriend, how he realized he loved Taehyung in the most innocent and brotherly way possible, and he came to terms with his affection for Y/n.

It is also how he realized that Yoongi was impossibly in love with Y/n and she with him.

It wasn’t a shock really, but when Hoseok noticed he felt like a light bulb went off and he wondered if the pair knew what was going on.

“You’re sulking,” Hoseok was a mixture of amused and smug. Amused because few times had he seen Yoongi like this and smug because as one of Y/n’s closest friends he was already well equipped and immune to her moods.

Yoongi, after one year of dating seemed to be, but there was no hiding the slight hurt and agitation that he still felt whenever Y/n was being snappy or they had gotten into a row.

“Am not,” Yoongi frowned at his computer and after a second schooled his face back into a neutral expression.

“Right, you just have a naturally cute pout,” Hoseok chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

Yoongi frowned again and this time turned to him, “She’s just so difficult sometimes, like I don’t understand why she can’t take advice.”

Hoseok doesn’t fight back a chuckle and asks, “What kind of advice?”

“All I did was suggest that stupid little, silver choker,” Yoongi groans and runs a hand through his hair.

“What?” Hoseok blinks. He can already tell this is one of those small, silly fights between them.

“It’s not like I was telling her what to wear, besides she looks great with silver jewelry, but no. She has to go and make a big deal out of it. Do you haven any idea how difficult she is sometimes? Did you know she always kicks off the blankets when we nap? Oh my god, I can’t!”

Hoseok lets out a cackle, he’s never seen Yoongi so distressed and he finds this beyond amusing.

“Please tell me you’re not actually upset or mad. She’s just in one of her moods.” Hoseok knows Y/n too well and if anything he knows the root of this petty argument. It might just take Yoongi a minute to realize it.

“No, I’m just worried that she’s actually upset with me. I know she wouldn’t pick a fight with me just because, something’s bothering her and she doesn’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs at the back of his neck and huffs.

Hoseok’s about to offer some friendly advice when there’s a knock at the door. When Yoongi pulls it open Y/n rushes in and her arms wind around his waist. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to return her affection and places a kiss on the top of her forehead.

Hoseok can make out the muffled words, “I’m sorry, I was being ridiculous. I was having a crap day and I was nervous about meeting your family because I want them to like me,” Y/n is pressing her face hard against his chest, hiding her bashful expression from view.

Yoongi sighs and mumbles, “Silly brat, you know I could never really stay mad at you. Besides I love you and that should be enough reason for everyone to like you.”

Hoseok makes a silent exit, but not before giving Yoongi a knowing smile.

Yoongi meanwhile looks rather wistful, like a curious thought might’ve just crossed his mind.

…

Taehyung is probably the only one that notices that odd transition before everyone else does. The first time it happens he calls Y/n hoping to find her at home. Instead she is out with Yoongi. It makes complete sense considering Rina has moved out, leaving Y/n at home alone. That same night when Taehyung and Hoseok pay her a visit, Yoongi is in tow and he retreats to Y/n’s bedroom to nap away, leaving the trio to joke, laugh, and drink around the warm and full kitchen.

The second time it occurs is when he visits Yoongi with Jimin, there’s a house party going on, Yoongi is busy talking to someone about a photoshoot, and there’s punch all over the counter. It takes Y/n all of two seconds to find towels, clean up the mess, and get Taehyung into one of Yoongi’s old shirts. He realizes that Y/n is much more at home here, than she is in that empty apartment.

The last and final time is when he and Jungkook are with Yoongi, he’s busy studying and they’re waiting for him to finish so they can run off and play in the dimly lit night. It doesn’t take long for the male to finish and when they’re out clinking beers together and saying cheers, Yoongi looks pensive.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook raises a brow.

For a moment it seems Yoongi hasn’t heard him because he pauses a little too long.

But then there’s a huff and Yoongi replies, “Nothing, everything’s fine.”

Taehyung already knows what it might be, but he pries anyway, “How’s Y/n’s trip going?”

Yoongi hums, “Great, she’s doing really great. She’s coming home next week.”

“Thank god because you’ve been kind of mopey all week,” Jungkook teases and Yoongi rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t deny it.

“It’s funny she’s gone, but I’m pretty sure the moment I see her, I’m going to be the one that feels like he’s home. She just does that…” Yoongi takes another swig of his beer.

It’s quite obvious what comes next.

…

Y/n is finally back and Yoongi can’t stop smiling at the sight of her. Something about seeing her though, is different. He can’t quite place it. It’s nudging at the back of his mind all through their date, during dinner, during their talks, laughter, and even their ride back home.

“So did you miss me?” Y/n asks as she pulls up her feet and settles into her spot on the couch.

Yoongi doesn’t really notice this, he’s busy pulling off his jacket, but he answers off handedly, “More than I probably should.”

Y/n laughs and as he turns, he catches her gaze. That’s when it hits him.

She’s sitting there on his couch like she belongs there, as if this spot is made just for her and the spot beside her is made just for him. It took him a year to realize that they fit too perfectly into each other’s lives and he doesn’t want to miss any of that.

“Yoongi? What’s up? Do you want to trade spots?” Y/n makes to move, but Yoongi shakes his head.

“No it’s fine, sorry. You can stay there.”

Yoongi can’t help, but feel nervous and jittery the entire night. By the time he kisses her goodnight, his hands are almost shaking. He needs to call Namjoon.

…

The room is much too loud, crowded, and warm, but despite the size, they’d all agreed on spending Christmas Eve at Yoongi’s place. There’s decadent food, traditional dishes, drinks, and shiny wrapping paper. Jungkook has even managed to sneak a mistletoe somewhere in the apartment. He manages to trick Jimin into walking under it and gives his hyung a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek.

Namjoon ends up under it with the pretty girl who buys too many books at his job. Yoongi also drags Y/n under it several times after he has a few too many drinks. By the time the night is over, Jin is sleeping on the couch, his shoulder pressed against Namjoon who is snoring quietly. Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung have taken over Yoongi’s bedroom floor. Why they couldn’t take the bed, no one knows, but there they are in one big cuddle pile. Hoseok meanwhile has a love seat all to himself and he is sound asleep.

This just leaves Yoongi and Y/n sitting side by side at the coffee table. Yoongi is a little more sober and he’s starting to wonder when the sun will come up.

“Do you think we can make it?” Y/n asks, her eyes turn to balcony.

“We can do anything, I’m sure,” Yoongi replies and yawns. His head rests against Y/n’s shoulder and he places a kiss on it, making her shiver in delight.

“How about we go sleep then because I’m dying,” Y/n gets up and pulls Yoongi onto his feet.

She expects him to move and pull her along, but he stands there, faint tint on the apples of his cheeks. He licks his lips and his throat bobs as he swallows thickly.

“You’ll stay?” Yoongi looks nervous, more nervous than she’s ever seen him and she doesn’t understand why because he knows she’ll stay.

“Of course Yoongi, you know I will. Why?” She weaves her fingers with his, hoping to calm his nerves.

“No, I know you’ll stay tonight, what I mean is,” Yoongi stops and his other hand digs in his back pocket. He pulls out a silver key, with a ribbon wrapped around it, “You look like you belong here and maybe I’m greedy, but stay.”

Y/n’s heart thunders in her chest as the reality of what he’s asked sinks in. She wants to squeal and she wants to yell, “Yes!”

Instead she pulls him down in a slow, sweet kiss that leaves them flushed and buzzing from the tops of their head to the tips of their toes.

“Yoongi, you are my home.”

Yoongi can’t fight the relieved laugh that bubbles up from his throat as he pulls her close. He doesn’t think he could ever ask for a better Christmas gift, not when he has her.

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[your-miss-right]

I'm not even emotionally prepared to continue reading CN9 yet! I really don't want it to end :(

If it makes you feel any better, I'll probably be writing little drabbles based off of CN9 after it's done! I've been wanting to add cute stories to the CN9 universe tag lately :)

[your-miss-right]

so i was reading enough isn't enough for the cn9 universe and is there any moment of realization for oc and/or yoongi that they've met before?

I haven’t actually gone and thought of it too much, but I feel like it definitely would happen. Y/n could put two and two together one day when talking to Hyuna about Yoongi or he might by talking to Hyuna and she’d make an offhanded comment about how Y/n had been dating Mark.

Or if he ever saw Mark talking to Y/n he could get a weird sense of deja vu and figure it out too. Either way though, it’d definitely be interesting because I think it could open up the chance for Yoongi to clear the air about any past issues/insecurities he never fully put to rest. There are lots of possibilities :)

Would anyone be interested in reading about that? Now that I think of it, are than any other parts of the relationship anyone would want to read about?

[your-miss-right]

uhh I can't find the caller nine drabble that people are talking about...? or am I hallucinating....? if I'm not could you pleeeeeeease link me?? thanks and ur writing is the best

Hi dear! Any CN9 Universe stuff/drabbles are under the tag CN9 Universe! You can search that on my blog and any random writs should pop up, I’l probably come up with a separate link on my master list later!

[your-miss-right]

The CN9 drabble you posted today was wonderful! Ahhhh I couldn't stop smiling while reading it!!

Thank you! I really like coming up with drabbles for the CN9 universe. ☺💕

[your-miss-right]

Hi! I read awhile back, when you answered some asks are something, that you were working on ch.18 of CN9, but you haven't posted it so far yet, so I'm gonna assume you're stressed over how it's not turning out how you want it to be? Don't. Please don't be stressed over writing CN9. I can tell you adore that story as much as we do (probably more) by the way you write it, and I don't want your experience of writing it to sour because you tried to push yourself to update. Having said that, and(1/3)

in part also to kinda help you with it and also cuz I’m a terribly impatient person but mostly because I saw that your requests are open, can I please request a small drabble from the CN9 universe? It can be anything; a snippet of Y/N’s past, a ficlet of the future when everything is sorted out and we get highly domestic scenes, or whatever you feel lie revealing to us. Mainly cuz sometimes I feel like writing small drabbles from a storyverse actually helps straighten out the flow of the (2/3) 

main story. But yeah, this is essentially a very long request, plus a side note to cheer up cuz you’re the best! I love your writing. Thanks for writing! (3/3)

First of all thank you so much for this message! I meant to get back to it earlier because reading this gave me that extra push I needed to get inspired again. I’ve been working on prompt, but either way, I’ve written your request.

Honestly it’s not very sappy or romantic, but it’s a snippet of Y/n and Yoongi before they’d officially met. As it turns out they’d run into each other before, but were completely unaware of it. So yeah, here it is! Thank you!

Enough isn’t Enough

from the Caller Number 9 universe

Y/n liked Mark well enough. He was nice, cute, charming, his palms weren’t sweaty, and he was just the right size for her when she wore heels. When he arrived to parties, her friends went into a tizzy, he’d bend down to kiss her lips, and he always carried her favorite snacks with him. He’d met her parents before and they liked him too.

He seemed just right.

And Y/n liked that well enough.

So why was it that when Y/n found herself being dragged across their freshmen year Christmas party, Mark’s hand around hers, she couldn’t help, but wonder why enough wasn’t actually enough?

Why was she staring at the back of Mark’s head, wondering when was the next chance she’d get to slip away? Because honestly the last thing she wanted to do was stay cuddled up by his side, feeling his skin, and his warmth, but not feeling a damn butterfly in her stomach.

“Y/n?” Mark is leaning over her, his brows pinched in the middle, beside him is Jackson, mouth pulled at the sides. He too, looks concerned and for a moment, Y/n feels incredibly guilty.

“Sorry, I’m a bit distracted? Can you give me a moment?” Y/n offers a small smile and Mark’s hand sweeps up and over her shoulder blades. Normally it’s something that comforts her, but here in the middle of the room, filled with people and chattering, she feels it’s a little hard to breathe.

“Yeah, are you sure everything is ok?”

Y/n waves him off, “I’m fine, I promise.”

Jackson moves to escort her out, but after arguing for a minute he stays at Mark’s side, allowing Y/n to squeeze past the warm bodies. Outside it’s cold and chilly, the air bites her skin, nips her arms and cheeks. When she inhales it feels sharp, but her lungs feel like they’re finally expanding. It feels like relief. She can’t recall when being with Mark stopped feeling so sweet.

Maybe liking someone enough, is hardly enough? She wonders if this is what her mother meant when she said that love and affection isn’t enough to keep a relationship going?

Y/n is turning this over and over in her mind, blissfully unaware of the figure slipping out the door, his buzzed form leaning against the wall, heavy and tired. She doesn’t even hear him when he stumbles and tumbles forward, his sneakers catching on the ice and his weight propelling him forward.

All she feels is pressure pushing down on her and then she’s cold, freezing and wetness is seeping through her pants.

“Fuck…ohhh…” the person above her is holding himself up, his black hair is in his face and his breath is coming out in icy little puffs.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?!” Y/n is trying to scramble up, but the porch is slippery and her fingers are burning underneath her.

“Why don’t you stay out of people’s way?” He grunts out and falls on his side, his bangs flopping away from his face.

Y/n doesn’t answer instead she stands, purposely forgetting to offer him a hand. Instead she focuses on the wetness of her jeans and how she’s going to explain this to her friends.

The stranger doesn’t comment on her lack of help, instead he stands up, cursing all the while.

“You look upset,” the low voice says and Y/n looks over at him, hoping to get a better look, but he’s already pulling his cloth face mask over his lips, hiding his nose, mouth, and chin from her. He’s probably sick, why he’s out her is beyond her.

“Oh really? Sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to be ecstatic about some stranger knocking me over,” Y/n snaps back. She expects him to reply with something rude, but instead he slips his hands into the pockets of his parka and leans back on one foot. His dark brown eyes are taking in the flushed sight of her. It’s unnerving, making her bristle and when she narrows her eyes at him, she can spot a gleam of amusement in his gaze.

“What’s your name?” His muffled voice asks and Y/n blinks.

“What?”

His eyes roll and he shakes his head, his earrings glinting in the light, “Your name, surely you have one—”

Y/n opens her mouth, her body acting of her own accord. However, before she can get a syllable out, Mark is there, standing the doorway with a frown on his lips.

“Y/n?” He steps outside and eyes the male warily.

“Hey,” she replies and it takes her a minute to realize that she was about to give this stranger her name. This guy who smells of alcohol, with a cocky air hanging around him, she was about to befriend him.

“Well hello,” the stranger pulls down his mask, a smirk on display.

“Hi…if you don’t mind, we have to be somewhere,” Mark doesn’t bother waiting for a response instead he pulls Y/n along and inside the house where it’s warm and loud. As he closes the door a girl flies past them, her wild blonde hair is flying about her and her lips are stained red. Her name is Hyuna, they have mutual friends, but Y/n has yet to befriend her. So she doesn’t say “Hello” instead she watches Hyuna pull open the door.

Y/n can tell she’s found who she’s looking for. It’s that stranger with the smirk, standing outside in the cold, except he doesn’t look amused anymore. He’s glaring at Hyuna and she looks upset too.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Hyuna is frowning, but the stranger doesn’t care. He shrugs it off and comes back in. He doesn’t comfort her, pull her close, he just comes inside and looks at her like he’s pained and sorry.

Maybe it’s because enough isn’t enough for them either.

Y/n looks away, realizing the stranger has caught her gaze. She draws close to Mark, seeking the comfort that she loved before. It’s not there and she promises herself that they’re going to talk things out.

Y/n doesn’t want to end up like Hyuna and that stranger, hurting and looking sorry, but never quite saying it.

[your-miss-right]

A combination of 13 and 52 if that strikes your fancy, for the cn9 universe since that's what everyone's doing!!!

13. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

52. “So, are you guys dating or?”

From the CN9 Universe

Everyone seemed to think that Yoongi and Y/n were dating. Whether or not they knew that was a whole different situation. At least it was until Jungkook blurted it out.

It kind of came out of nowhere and it was also kind of expected. They were sitting around a large table at a diner. It was the same diner that Y/n and Yoongi had visited. This time though, it was loud, bustling, and Yoongi was staying to eat with Y/n and their friends. There wasn’t a phone call to pull him away.

As soon as they arrived they all piled into into their seats. Yoongi was left sitting beside Y/n. They didn’t seem to mind and after ordering drinks everyone settled into excited conversation. Yoongi and Y/n were no exception, Junkook caught them scooting closer to hear each other and exchange playful banter. They didn’t seem to notice the way their shoulders were pressed close or the way they seemed to curl into each other.

Even as they ate, they remained close, their arms knocking into each other when they moved. Yoongi never complained once, Jimin even pointed out the warm look on Yoongi’s face when he watched Y/n.

It seemed any moment now one of them would lean in to peck the other’s cheek, hold the other’s hand, or wrap an arm around each other. It never happened, instead as plates were cleared away, Jungkook catches Yoongi staring at Y/n’s hair.

Y/n turned with wide eyes and asked, “What?”

“Hold still brat,” Yoongi leans forward and his face reddens, “You have something in your hair, umm…Do you want me to get it out?”

Y/n almost pulls back, but she relaxes and replies with a small, “Could you?”

Yoongi nods and he leans in close enough to pull a piece of paper from her hair. He lingers longer than he should and he’s close enough to hear the soft huff of her breath. They’ve forgotten about their friends, at least they do until Jungkook asks, “So, are you guys dating or?”

The way the two reel back almost knocks over an empty glass and Hoseok stifles his laughter.

“What? I…”

“Jungkook, we…”

Yoongi and Y/n share a look, but they can’t quite bring themselves to say no.

Instead Yoongi says, “So…um…dessert?”

The splash of color on Yoongi’s and Y/n’s face lingers all through the night.

[your-miss-right]

77- it kinda fits well right? ☺️

prompt #77 fits almost too perfectly into the CN9 universe *u*

77. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

Part of the Caller Number 9 universe

Unrecorded Phone Call #1

A bad day sounds like doors slamming, bags being tossed aside, and a low groan. A bad day looks like Y/n sitting against the door, her knees drawn close, and stray charcoal on her face. A bad would normally be cured by a comfort meal, ice cream, and chattering with Rina until the tension from her crappy day would be ebbed away.

However, Rina isn’t here. Instead there’s take out on the table, ready to be heated. There’s a note taped to the side, signed with a heart and big cursive letters. Y/n doesn’t even feel hungry when she sees that it’s Italian food from her favorite place. She finds the idea of curling into a ball and sleeping her tension away much more appealing. So she stands and makes her way to the bathroom where she’s going to wash the traces of the day and hide beneath her covers until this monstrosity of a day is over.

Unfortunately such a thing doesn’t seem possible because as she stands in front of the mirror her phone goes off. There’s a series of pings, three in a row, and Y/n curses the person who is apparently so impatient they can’t wait for her to read and respond to their first message.

She digs her phone out of her pocket and finds three messages. Y/n had assumed they were going to be from her sister, but when she reads the sender’s name she finds her lips quirking at the edges and her face heating up.

Min Suga:

HeyAre you alive?I want you to hear something. Call me.

Under normal circumstances Y/n would roll her eyes and ignore the messages, but Suga seems to be an exception to a lot of her own beliefs. So instead of setting her phone aside, she puts it to her ear and listens to the dial tone. The idea of the hiding away is forgotten and she hears the click of someone answering, followed by a low, “It’s about time.”

“You know, it’s only been like two minutes since I received your messages?” Y/n narrows her eyes even if he can’t see and Suga chuckles.

“I know, I’m teasing…hows’ your day been brat?” Suga asks and Y/n cringes. She doesn’t feel like talking about her failed day.

“Better question, what was it you wanted me to hear?” Y/n diverts his attention.

Yoongi frowns on his end, “A song…but first you have to tell me about your day…”

“Suga…really? You know I can hang up instead?”

Yoongi quickly realizes she’s being short with him, she isn’t being witty or sarcastic. His teasing isn’t riling up her up in that playful way he enjoys so much. He’s actually making her angry. He’s both concerned and a little hurt by this.

“Hey brat, cut the crap and tell me what’s wrong? You’re not normally like this…” Yoongi’s brows are pinched together and he’s leaning forward his ears trained on her response.

Y/n heaves a sigh, “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re a terrible liar. You know people only sigh like that for two reasons?” Yoongi’s smirking on his end of the line.

Y/n raises a brow, “Oh really? Do tell me.”

“They do. They only sigh like that when they’re stressed or when they’re in love. So unless you’re madly in love with me, my only guess is that you’re upset. Or are you in love with me?” Yoongi’s low chuckling make something flutter beneath her chest.

“Obviously not, I-… just no. Suga, it takes a special kind of girl to deal with you.”

Yoongi’s grin is face splitting now, “Funny because it also takes a special kind of guy to deal with you.”

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I like to think of it as one of a kind. Now, tell me what’s wrong or I really will be forced to think you like me.” Yoongi feels a little more at ease knowing he’s erased some of the tension.

Y/n huffs, “It’s just that…my day wasn’t very good. It’s nothing much.”

“Okay, so tell me what went wrong…”

“Suga, you realize it’s insignificant stuff? No one wants to hear about this crap.” Y/n rolls her eyes. Her appetite is back and she’s starting to pile on the take out onto her plate.

“That’s the thing brat, it’s not insignificant because it has to do with you. I want to hear it, all of it,” Yoongi swallows, his throat is tight when he says, “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

Y/n feels her heart thud at this and the heat creeps up to her ears. “You’re giving me permission to annoy the crap out of you?”

“Consider yourself blessed.”

“How kind of you, then I will extend the invitation. Call me whenever you want to. I promise to be there too.”

Yoongi can only chuckle, he’s smiling so hard and the fluttering in the pit of his stomach is too much. He can’t trust his words right now because what he wants to say might push this friendship in another direction.

Luckily Y/n takes his chuckle as a sign to chatter away.

They don’t get off the phone until three a.m.

[your-miss-right]

61 or 28 in the CN9 verse for yoongles and OC????

Part of the Caller Number 9 universe

28. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

Sometimes Yoongi feels like he’s still bumbling through the milestones of dating, confused and self-conscious of his actions. Are you supposed to hold her this tight? Can he kiss her whenever he wants? Is she comfortable with him? Is he comfortable? Is this right? Is that right?

Is she supposed to be sitting on my couch with my sweater on?

“Hey, you’re awake! I thought you were dead for a second, but then I saw your chest moving and I figured you were okay.” Y/n brightens at the sight of him. Her hair is pulled away from her face, her face is still slightly sleep swollen and bare. For a moment he remembers the first time they hung out at Jimin’s house party. She smelled of warmth and bed sheets. Now though, he can pick out the scent of her skin, his sheets, and his home. The mix of all three become one of his favorite things.

“I ordered breakfast,” Y/n crawls off the couch and disappears into the kitchen where the still hot take out is sitting waiting to be served.

Yoongi feels a weird knot coil in his stomach. She’s pushing up the sleeves of his sweaters, looking domestic and soft. The sight has a bigger effect on him than he thought. The apples of his cheeks are burning as she’s chattering away, her figure swimming in the fleecy cotton of his sweatshirt. The ribbing is brushing against the backs of her thighs as she reaches for the coffee creamer in his fridge. He is torn between sneaking a hand up the teasing trail of skin and pressing chaste, soft kisses to the top of her head.

“Yoongi?” Y/n cocks her head to a side and Yoongi finally blinks, his eyes dip, roving over the sweatshirt on her.

“My sweatshirt.”

“Oh, this! I’m sorry, I was cold and your sweater was on the floor. I can take it off it you want,” Y/n starts pulling at the edge, revealing her sleep shorts and Yoongi feels a bubble of affection swell in his chest.

His hands stop her, pulling the sweatshirt back into place and he dips down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m not mad.”

“Oh…then?” Y/n looks up, her nose bumping against Yoongi’s as he nuzzles her. He can feel her skin heating up. She still gets incredibly shy when he’s affectionate and he secretly loves it.

“No, like…it’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” Yoongi smiles softly. He’s lent her a sweater before and a jacket, but the sight has never come quite close to this.

“O-oh…” Y/n is suddenly shy, but he can tell her smile is wide.

“Maybe you should stay over more often,” Yoongi grins down at her.

“Only if I get to wear your stuff.”

Yoongi chuckles, “Don’t tempt me.”