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souryoong · 1 year

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the hills | myg (18+)

Pairing: fwb!yoongi x reader

Genre: smut!!! (18+), some fluff at the end I think (lol)

Word Count: 2,838

Summary: inspired by the weeknd's song titled "the hills"

Warnings: mentions of infidelity/cheating, tongue kissing, making out, choking, kitchen sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy blowjob, spitting in mouth, oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, some jealousy, protected sex, henced that reader is on birth control, multiple orgasms, clitoral stimulation, lots of whining, lots of swearing. good god lmk if i forgot anything.

Author’s Note: okay so ummmm this was originally supposed to be posted on my birthday (21 of march) and I absolutely do not know where on earth the time went. but i guess better late than never, right? I have been sucked into a vortex of listening to the weeknd nonstop again and this idea randomly came to me. no complaints! anyways, happy aries season, and this concludes our march madness celebration!!

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I only call you when it's half past five, the only time that i'll be by your side.

“Hey...” You spoke into the phone to your latest hookup, Min Yoongi.

You found yourself calling him now more than ever, since your boyfriend was away traveling for work often. You swore you were on the verge of breaking up with him, that you couldn’t do it anymore, and after all you still had needs. Yoongi on the other hand, was always right where you needed him. Always a phone call away.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked you in response.

“Nothing. Just kind of had a mediocre day at work.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi was interested.

“Yeah and fucking your cock all day.”

You could tell that Yoongi was speechless.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You can’t just say that to me. Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” You answered. You admittedly liked his apartment better; it always smelled good and had a better ambiance. His kitchen practically looked like a showroom; it was hard to believe that he did any cooking in it.

“It sounds like you’re in the car.”

“Yeah, I had some things to do. Now I can’t even fucking focus on driving.” Yoongi spoke, laughing as you could hear him turn on his turn signal. “What time are you coming?”

You looked at the clock on the nightstand in your bedroom. 5:30.

“Maybe like 8:30?” You asked to make sure he agreed.

“Yeah, that works.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I’m guessing that he’s out again?” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, god I’m so sick of it. How’d you know? “You sarcastically asked.

Yoongi laughed at your sarcasm. “Just a wild guess.”

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You knocked on the door to Yoongi’s apartment upon your arrival. While waiting, you glanced at your phone for the time. 8:30. Right on time.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there was Yoongi, flashing you a smile. “Perfect timing.”

“Hey, am I ever late?” You joked as you stepped through the threshold and came inside, Yoongi closing the door behind you, his eyes on you the entire time as you walked over to his kitchen counter.

“Yeah I know, I’m joking.” Yoongi answered. “You look nice.” He stood behind you somewhat close, referring to the skirt and strappy top that you were wearing.

You smirked. “You always say that.”

“Yeah and I never said I didn’t mean it.” Yoongi’s fingers grazed your hips, practically sending electricity through your body.

Yoongi pulled you against him, the quick movement surprising you at first. You turned your head slightly, and he met you halfway with a kiss. He must have been drinking Pinot noir because you could taste it on his lips.

You moaned against his lips, giving him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth and against yours as his hands roamed your body. Once you felt his fingers move over the back of one of your thighs, you let out a whine; and Yoongi lifted up your skirt.

“Fuck.” He broke away from the kiss immediately, his lips flushed and swollen. You leaned down onto the cold marble countertop as his eyes were on probably the skimpiest pair of underwear you owned; leaving little to be imagined.

“Yoongi.” You teased, grinding your ass against his now hardening cock in his pants. Just as you were about to get up, Yoongi’s hand held you down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore these just for me.” He teased, his fingers toying with the fabric.

You let out a moan when his fingers brushed against your still covered core; quickly moving to pull your panties to the side.

You couldn’t see, but Yoongi quickly swiped his fingertips against his tongue, and returned between your legs to rub slow circles over your folds.

You nearly cried out at the sudden contact, as Yoongi swore under his breath. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You moaned when three of his fingers were inside of you, and he was starting to fuck into you.

“Fuck. Fuck me, Yoongi.” You whined, putting one of your knees onto the counter for leverage.

Your words encouraging him; he grunted, holding onto you with his free hand, and fucking you with the three fingers on his other hand.

“Shit, can you take 4?” Yoongi asked you, moving his hand along your back. Completely resting your upper body onto the cold countertop; you let out a sigh.

“Give it to me. Anything. All of it.”

You had no idea what had you feeling so desperate, and you whined when you felt the stretch of four of Yoongi’s fingers. The slight twinge of pain turned into pleasure.

“So good.” Yoongi spoke, his voice raspy. “Like your cunt was made for my fingers.”

You bit down on your lip as Yoongi’s fingers were pressing your walls hard, and this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Don’t be quiet. Let me fucking hear you.”

He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, making you grab hold of his arm that was around you now.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“So cum.” His voice was right in your ear now, a low vibration that went right to your core. “I can feel you clenching me. Make a mess out of my kitchen.”

Yoongi turned you slightly, pulling you into a kiss that was quite sloppy, then he was fucking into you with his fingers at a pace that had you feeling that you might pass out.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whined as he was now kissing your neck and shoulder area, nibbling at the skin every so often. “Don’t stop. Yoongi, fuck.”

Your legs were shaking, and you were clutching onto anything you could to try not to fall. Just as Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and started rubbing your clit, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

Your legs tingled as your stomach tightened, and you leaned into Yoongi. Yoongi’s fingers were still on your clit when you felt wetness on your inner thighs.

“Fuck.” You panted as Yoongi pulled his fingers away, licking them clean.

“Baby, you just squirted on my kitchen floor.” Yoongi spoke, smirking. “Fucking hot, come here.” He grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss.

He pulled away, his hand moving down to your throat. You bit down onto your bottom lip, and Yoongi could tell that there was something on your mind before he kissed you again.

“What?” He questioned.

“Wanna suck your cock…” You finished the sentence with a smirk.

Yoongi was taken aback a little bit. “Woah—fuck. I don’t think you have to really ask.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, backing up against the granite countertop as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

You could tell how hard he was by the outline of his cock that was straining through his dark jeans.

You reached to unbutton his pants, then unzip them. Yoongi slightly pulled them down just as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his Black Balenciaga underwear and pulled them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

You felt your mouth already filling with saliva, watching Yoongi grab his length and stroke it once; a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

His hand was quickly replaced with yours, and Yoongi let out a throaty groan at your touch. You leaned in, sliding his cock into your warm mouth, feeling him against your tongue.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth, gripping onto the edge of the countertop behind him. “Fuck, you are so hot.”

You let out a moan, taking more of him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Then you pulled away from him briefly, spitting on the tip of his cock then using it to stroke him a few times.

“God, I love how you taste.” You spoke, locking eye contact with him briefly.

“Yeah?” Yoongi was so sensitive that his knees buckled a little bit when you brushed your thumb over his tip.

You slightly hummed, taking him back into your mouth and into your throat so deep that he was panting now.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” One of Yoongi’s hands was under your chin. “On your knees for me.”

His words went right to your core, desperately shifting on the floor for some friction. Yoongi started to fuck into your mouth, his cock head hitting the back of your throat; making the most pornographic sound you ever heard. You finally gagged, and Yoongi pulled away, his length as well as your mouth covered with saliva.

You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until Yoongi wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb. You sat up a little bit when he leaned down to kiss your sloppy mouth; his hand moving to your throat to make you look at him.

“Yoongi.” You sniffed because your nose was slightly running. “Fuck, I need your cock.”

“Yeah?” He kissed you again, and you hummed against his mouth. “Go to my room, get undressed, and wait five seconds for me, okay?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I have to clean up a little bit.”

You shook your head, smirking as you stood up. Yoongi always had to be neat and tidy.

“Don’t be long, or I’ll start without you.” You joked, grabbing your purse on the way out of the room.

You walked out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom. Upon opening the door, the room was dimly lit from lamps, and he must have had a diffuser going that smelled like lavender and charcoal. You set your purse down on one of his nightstands, then quickly started getting undressed because Yoongi was going to be there any second.

Quickly stepping out of your skirt and kicking it aside, then taking off your shirt; leaving you naked except for your panties.

In perfect timing, the moment that you were about to get on his bed, Yoongi came into the room. His pants were still unbuttoned from earlier.

You sat on his bed In front of him as he walked over to you, undressing himself as he went.

Yoongi was in front of you wearing just his underwear. “Hey, I thought I said undress.” He was motioning to the fact that you still had underwear.

“I know. You came in too fast.” You answered, your hands roaming Yoongi’s upper body. “But you can take them off of me.”

Yoongi smirked at you, tilting your chin up. “Open your mouth.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out slightly; knowing what Yoongi was about to do.

He leaned in and let a glob of spit fall into your mouth; some onto your tongue. Immediately after, pulling you into a sloppy tongue kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he lowered you back onto the bed, his hands finding the hem of your panties; yanking them down slightly before breaking away from the kiss to completely take them off.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, hovering over you again to kiss you. Yoongi then started kissing your neck and down to your collarbone, then down the valley of your breasts.

One of your hands moved to his hair, you couldn’t help but giggle slightly, and smirk because his hair was tickling you.

“Yoongi…” You bucked your hips up into his. You could feel how hard his cock was against you, and now you needed it more than ever.

“Hmm…” Yoongi hummed against your skin as he kissed around on your chest; nibbling at your skin gentle enough to not leave any marks.

“I need your cock.” You let out a high-pitched whine when you felt his warm mouth around your left nipple; sucking and biting every so often. Your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightened In frustration; making him moan.

You let go and Yoongi stood up off of you, stepping over to his nightstand. “One second.” He opened the drawer, picking up a box of condoms. He pulled out a foil packet and stepped back over to you as he opened it. “I know you say you’re consistent, but just to be sure.”

You sat up slightly as Yoongi took off his Balenciaga underwear. You’d be lying if you said his dick wasn’t big; it was huge. Bigger than you ever expected when you first started seeing him, especially because Yoongi had a very small frame otherwise.

You sucked in a breath, propping yourself up with your elbows slightly to watch him as he rolled the condom over his length. Yoongi had a decent girth, and was somewhat veiny; just like his hands.

“Okay.” Yoongi spoke, opening your legs slightly more than they were so he could get leverage.

You felt him press the tip of his cock against your opening, and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no.” Yoongi suddenly spoke. “I want you to look at me.”

You whined, opening your eyes and looking at him, then watched as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyebrows furrowed, it always slightly hurt for a few seconds before Yoongi gave you time to adjust. He patiently watched your facial expressions for the queue on when to continue.

“Fuck.” He panted when he finally bottomed out inside of you. “Take my cock so fucking good.”

You smirked at his praise, reaching to rub your clit as he fucked into you.

“You’re fucking smiling.” His thrusts got harder and he tightened his grip on your legs. “Turns me on.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” You whined, eyebrows furrowing as you felt him bump your g spot.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He shifted positions so that now he was hovering over you, now hitting deeper.

“God, you’re so deep.” You whined as you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. Yoongi loved hearing you, never getting sick of it.

“You can take it.” Yoongi grunted as you clutched onto his arms.

The way that Yoongi was hitting every right place had you trying to keep yourself together, fighting an orgasm to make everything last a little longer.

“You got quiet.” Yoongi was breathing heavy, his face mere inches from yours and you could hear the wet noises coming from your cunt.

“Fuck. I’m so close.” You swore. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, tell me.” His voice was low and raspy before his lips crashed with yours, the kiss sloppy. You could barely kiss him back, everything too much.

“Fuck. Yoongi I—“ You barely even got to finish your sentence before your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You got tight.” Yoongi swore, your body shaking beneath him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You whined when you felt his fingers on your clit. “You can give me one more.”

You looked up at him over you, both of you sweaty. You watched him. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his throaty grunts and moans, the way he knew exactly how to please you, the way every kiss knocked the wind out of you.

Yoongi now switched your position, now you were flipped over onto your hands and knees. Your face against his sheets; you were too fucked out to care. His cock was back inside of you like it never left.

“God, you are so fucking good.” Yoongi swore, one of his hands smacking your ass hard; making you jump slightly. “I wish I could cum in you. Fuck.”

“So do it.” You didn’t even realize what you were saying.

Yoongi scoffed. “You know I can’t.” He gripped your hips with both of his hands, pulling you back into him. “God, I envy that man.” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Fuck. Him.” you muttered, hands gripping onto the bed sheets. “Oh god, Yoongi.”

Your walls were clenching him again, and Yoongi’s thrusts were becoming erratic like he was close as well.

“The way you say my name.” He moaned, sending a chill through your body.

“Yoongi.” Your voice was whiny this time. Your second orgasm hit you seconds later, your legs threatening to give out beneath you. Yoongi’s thrusts didn’t change much, only slowing a little bit because of the overstimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Yoongi swore before finally stopping, spilling his own release into the condom. Both of you exhausted, sweaty, and panting for breath.

“Fuck.” You swallowed thickly, turning over when Yoongi pulled out of you.

“Come here.” Yoongi turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You suddenly heard your phone on the nightstand. Your boyfriend’s text tone. Yoongi must have noticed your facial expression change, because now he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No.” You sighed. “That text, it’s him. God, I so bad want to –"

“So do it. Dump his ass.” Yoongi cut you off. “Stay here with me. You can take a shower if you want, borrow my sweats. Just stay.”

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes.

Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies.

Only you to trust, only you.

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alonygamingnerd · 1 month

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"A bit too quiet"

Sedra Campaign part 6

Following 1st and 3rd Squad rendezvous with each other and assessing their situation. 1st squad, at half strength and at the request of Grimes, would walk in front of the platoon's tank, while 3rd squad, at full strength, would walk behind the tank to counsel their numbers.

The sounds of distant explosions fill the air through the silence of the platoon's march.“So…” CPL Mullins speaks, breaking the silence, “heard any updates from the other platoon over the radio?”, looking back towards Warren with a tone of boredom and curiosity in his voice.

LCPL Warren, who had been staring to his left watching the tree, looks forward to Mullins, “From what I’ve heard, 1st Platoon has been in and out of skirmishes with light Covie resistance. 2nd Platoon has been locked in a firefight for the past 15 mins.”

“While we’re on the subject of updates, heard anything else?” GYSGT Grimes jumps in.

“4th platoon have been deployed into the nearby cities to assist the Sedran Colonial Guard.”, Warren replies, turning towards the Gunnery Sergeant, “I also heard some chatter of Echo and Lima Company being deployed, but I can’t tell for sure.”

“Ha”, CPL Godfrey letting out a small laugh ,“And they were saying they weren’t going to need us.”

CPL Mullins let out a sigh, “So much for us not being here long.”

“Let's be honest, did you really think this was going to be quick?” CPL Godfrey responds with a small bit of surprise and annoyance in her voice.

“I could hope, it is just a bunch of Covie remnants, a single cruiser, and 5 corvettes. How strong could they possibly be? Especially against Battle Group Thire. Those covie remnant ships are barely functioning at full strength with little crew they have. This whole thing could just be some sad desperate last attempt to get one last battle in”, says CPL Mullins.

Battle Group Thire was the 19th fleet’s biggest battle group composed, at this time, of 4 Halberd-class destroyers, 6 Mulsanne-class Frigates, 5 Paris-class Frigates, and a single Halcyon-class Cruiser that was brought back from the dead, refitted and refurbished with parts and weapons from Marathon and Autumn Classes. The Point Blank-class prowler was away undergoing maintenance.

“You just jinxed us.”, GYSGT Grimes says in an agitated tone as he stares directly at Mullins.

SHLD 2 slightly turns his head to look back at the Marines, “Mullins, you should know better by now, if they deploy us it’s never going to be easy or simple.” he then gives a quick look of to Shield 6 before continuing to look over his Spiker.

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dreamtydraw · 3 months

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Devlog :

I’ve been laughing for the past 5 min because of a slap audio I just added to one of the scene who is very unserious.

That all

#devlog #dreamty’s ramble #sleeping under spells

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yoongisugaagust · 2 years

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HOME: The Wedding

•Summary: Min Yoongi meets his forever.

•Warning: Smut.

“What time is it?” Yoongi groaned turning over in bed after you walk back into the bedroom.

“It’s 5,” you replied around your tooth brush rushing back into the bathroom after grabbing a hair clip off your dresser.

“In the morning?? Come back to bed,” he groggily pleaded.

“I’m already running late.” You quickly rinsed your mouth and grabbed your keys then made your way back to Yoongi’s side of the bed.

“Yoon,” you lightly shook his sleepy form. “We haven’t explicitly talked about this but you know my parents are attending, right?”

“Yeah,” he sat up.

“I can explain to them if you’re not ready to meet them.”

Yoongi grabbed your hand and gave a little squeeze. “I’m ready to meet them jagi. I know how much it would mean to you so it means a lot to me.”

“They’re saving a seat for you next to my mother. I’ll see you over at the venue. Please remember to grab my things with you?” A quick kiss and you were on your way to get glammed you for your best friend’s big day. Hair and makeup went by quickly and getting dressed was a breeze.

“Y/n?” Sara called for you to the she was getting ready in.

“You look so stunning,” you complimented. You have her an assuring nod knowing she had a lot on her mind.

“Remind me? You know..” looking right into your eyes she hoped you knew exactly what she meant. Of course you knew.

“Deep breath?” You asked and she obeyed. “You deserve good things. You are not your past. Your past will not determine your future. You deserve love. Can you repeat for me?”

Sara took a shaky breath. “I deserve good things. I am not my past. My past will not determine my future. I deserve love.” Sara exhaled deeply and collected herself. Coming from a broken home took its toll early in her life making her wary of being in serious relationships but she has come a long way.

“Are my girls ready?” Your father approached you. Sara shook her head giving a few more deep breaths before taking his arm.

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“You’ll be fine Yoon,” you tried convincing him. “I’ve told them enough about you so they’re looking forward to this.” Yoongi found you after the ceremony You waited for your parents to be free after taking a few photos with Sara.

“And if they don’t like me?”

“They will,” you moved in for a kiss when you heard their voices approaching.

“Mom and dad this is Yoongi. Yoongi these are my parents Jonathon and Katherine.”

Yoongi bowed. “Very nice to meet you too.”

“You’ve been taking care of my daughter?”

“Y-yes sir. I’ve been doing my best to be a source of support for her.”

“Let’s talk over some drinks.” Your father sling an arm over his shoulder and walked him over to the bar.

“Should I be worried?” You looked on at the two men.

“No sweetie. Give them two to three drinks and maybe. It really shouldn’t be that bad since we can’t stay for long.”

“What? What do you mean I thought you guys were staying for a few days.”

“The office scheduled your father to perform a surgery in a few days and he has to be back home just in case there’s any sort of emergency.”

Dinner went by and the dancing started with the party going on well into the night. Your stepped in to fill the role of the father in the father daughter tm dance that finally had Sara shedding tears. There were even more tears between you and Sara when you had to say goodbye to your parents. Yoongi and Chungjae both stood to your sides waiting to comfort you.

“Come dance with me?” Yoongi urged you and you sullenly agreed. “Is there anything I can do?” You nodded your head resting on his chest for the slow song.

“I’m fine Yoon.”

“And you’re lying,” you felt the vibrations through his chest from his laugh.

“I’ll be fine. As fun as this day has been it’s been extremely, extremely long. I can’t wait to go home.”

“I can’t wait to take you home and get you out of that dress.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Being home sounds amazing. A nice hot shower and getting straight into bed.”

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“Yoongi,” you moaned at the feel of his mouth nipping along your neck. You felt his erection right against your inner thigh. His hand went from grabbing your ass to slowly making his way right to your center where he ran his fingers up and down your slit. He cradled your face with his free hand resting against your chin. His thumb caressed your lips when you greedily took it into your mouth sucking on it harshly. You loved the way his dick twitched in response.

“Fuck Y/n,” he took no time at all to turn you around and laid a slap against your ass cheek and you bit your lip in anticipation. “Is this what you want, hmm?” Another slap across your ass.

“Please baby I want to feel you in me,” you squirmed until Yoongi slid himself around your entrance. He smirked as he laid another smack to your ass.

“Work for your orgasm,” he breathed out huskily.

Without another moment going by you did as instructed backing up into him as you felt every achingly good inch go into you. Deciding to play his game you moved slow at first but didn’t take him in fully, always stopping shy of him bottoming out. You rolled your hips backing into him for a few minutes before he grew frustrated with your agonizing pace.

His left hand rested on your waist he grabbed your leg up and around him with his free hand and carefully but firmly thrusted up into you. “I’m close,” he croaked out. He didn’t let you reply when his hand came around to find your clit rubbing you into ecstasy. You were in the middle of your orgasm as you felt the tell tale signs of Yoongi coming.

Yoongi soon released you to turn you around to hug you once again. The shower stream gently hit his back as he left soft kissing in the crook of your neck.

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chialeah · 8 months

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‘American Fiction’ Review

Below is my short little review of ‘American Fiction’! Please go see it if you can! Beautiful movie and fantastic cast! Since I’ve had some free time over the past few weeks I’ve been going to the movies a lot lol. Maybe I’ll post a review of ‘Poor Things’ and other films I’ve seen soon!

Fed up with the consumption of traumatic Black tropes by troves of white audiences, Thelonius “Monk” Ellison tries to highlight its hypocrisy by writing a Black trope story of his own. He dons a pseudonym, hunkers down, and completes ‘My Pafology’ (later changed to ‘Fuck’). What was created to be a satirical fuck you ends up becoming a best seller.

‘American Fiction’ beautifully balances satire and reality! It also did a great job bouncing between Monk’s family and career driven narratives. It really made me rethink what I consider to be an “accurate” Black narrative. Can we consider these traumatic stories of Black life (death, drugs, and destruction) pushed in creative media as misrepresenting us as Black people OR can we accept them as part of our reality? The film really highlights the power of white guilt and how we as Black Americans (and more specifically Black authors/creators/scholars) cater to that market. I see the positives and negatives of that decision. This film low key could be an autobiography of mine (and other Black people that exist in white spaces) but I think that’s exactly the point! We need more satirical stories like ‘American Fiction’!

Fantastic performances by Jeffrey Wright, Sterling K. Brown, Tracee Ellis Ross, Issa Rae, and the rest of the cast! Jeffrey Wright seriously needs to do more comedies! He was fantastic in this film and made the life and characterization of Monk so believable. Every character was beautiful and at least partially developed. Like seriously everyone in this film was sexy af lol! The writing was full of life and clearly thought out. Extremely quick-witted and quotable. The entire audience laughed out loud throughout the entire film! For this being his first film- writer and director Cord Jefferson made hilarious and smart decisions in how the characters, stories, and cinematography developed throughout. I will say it was a really weird experience to see this film with a majority white audience. Were they in on the jokes being made at their expense? At times I literally started laughing about the nuances they probably missed during our shared viewing.

I guess the only qualm I have is about its meta-ish ending. I’m still debating if I enjoyed the narrative decisions made in the last 10 mins of the film. I guess that’s the whole point!

Such a fun watch! I really enjoyed this film and it gave me a lot to think about. Absolutely hilarious and beautiful and full of life! I’ll be reading ‘Erasure’ (the book the film is based on) over the next few days and thinking more about this! A wonderful watch for smart sexy viewers like me lol. Please go see it if you have the chance!!

4.5/5- I don’t like doing 5 star ratings by why not!

#american fiction #jeffrey wright #tracee ellis ross #issa rae #sterling k. brown #cord jefferson #movies #movie review #film review #black films #black literature #films of 2024

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unorthodox-soundwave · 2 years

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Welcome to the first ever Apollo’s An Idiot™ Poll! I’ve been collecting the kinda-stupid things I’ve done into a draft over the past month or so, and now that I’ve reached the option limit, I must know;

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laffy-taffy-creations · 11 months

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Wooooooooo day 29!!!! >:D

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

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Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | "What happened to me?"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,347

Warnings: trauma block, PTSD, childhood trauma, implied/referenced child abuse, past experimentation, implied kidnapping

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“Mmmm, something smells good, whatcha making?” Jirou asked.

“Hm? Oh, just a small dinner for myself.”

She looked over at it. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I dont think I’ve seen that before,” she commented.

“It’s called eintopf, it’s german! I actually…” I trailed off. I was gonna say something but I couldn’t quite remember.

“You actually…” she encouraged.

“I… I dont know what I was gonna say.” I tried to laugh it off. The nagging feeling something was wrong, that I’d forgotten something was ever present… But what was it?

“Yo, what’s that?” Kaminari asked.

“Ein… In… Vee help me out here…”

I giggled. “Eintopf. I can make you some if you like,” I offered.

“Please do!” he said enthusiastically.

I started up a second serving for him. He watched me make it, being sure to give me adequate space to work but still completely enthralled by it nonetheless.

I started the time for about 15 mins to let it sit on the stove and stepped away, checking the time on mine. Still about 5 minutes left.

“Where’d you learn to make this?” he asked.

“I mean it’s a pretty simple recipe, it’s not like-”

“I mean who taught you, like, who’d you learn the recipe from? There had to have been some way you learned about it cause I dont think I’ve ever seen it before.”

“There was someone who introduced me, his name was C-” I cut myself off. No, that couldn’t be right… who on earth would have the name C-7?

“C?”

“No… it… hang on…” My mind started racing. Who was C-7? That cant have been his name. Why am I getting flashbacks to… to doctors, and needles, and weird names-

“Vee!”

“Huh?” I looked up.

“We asked if you were okay, you started hyperventilating and spacing out…”

“Yeah, I- I dont know what happened, it’s like there’s some sort of… gap in my brain, I cant really-” The buzzer went off for my serving. I took a breath of clarity and put it in my mug.

“...Were you gonna finish that sentence?”

I got a spoon and sat down on the couch in the common room. The scent of strawberries welcomed my nose, Momo was burning another scented candle.

The other two followed me. “OV? Are you alright?”

I took a bite of my eintopf. “Make sure to get your share off the stove in about 9 minutes so it doesn’t burn.”

“That isn’t what we asked OV,” Jirou said sternly.

“I dont care, I… “

“What happened back there?”

“Woah, what’s going on?” Ochako asked, walking into the room.

“OV had some sort of moment in the kitchen and we’re trying to figure out what happened,” Kaminari answered.

“We can show you. OV, who taught you about einto… however you say it again?”

“It’s eintopf, it’s german, and I was taught about it by…” My mind knew the answer but wouldn’t give it to me. “There’s no fucking way that’s what his name was, it was something like…”

The flashes started again. Memories of a spider-like child, some sort of room I was at the center of, the feeling of obligation to something…

“BRAIN FUCKING WORK WITH ME!” I shouted.

The sound of a crash brought me back to reality. I hadn’t realized that more people had gathered around. Just… watching me.

Focus… anything but here… focus on the scent of strawberries, it’ll be fine…

The echoing words of ‘it’ll be fine’ from a voice not of my own clouded my mind. A girl. An older girl. With blue hair. Dark blue hair. And similar eyes.

Something touched my shoulder and I flinched.

“Woah, hey! It’s just me! I’m just… gonna take this so you dont burn yourself…” Sero said.

I nodded. Why is everybody staring at me?

Dont focus on that Clo, focus on the candle… the bright flame… flickering, calm… the sweet smell it’s flooding the room with…

I took a deep breath. “Why are you all staring at me.” It was not a question, because I already knew the answer.

“You know damn fucking well. Care to explain?” Bakugou demanded, receiving a smack on the arm for his rudeness from Kirishima.

“I-I dont know, just stop fucking looking at me! I’m not a show monkey!”

“No, you’re our friend, and we’re worried.” Kirishima said. “If some of us,” he said giving Bakugou a harsh side-eye, “leave the room, would you feel more comfortable talking about it?”

I thought about it for a bit with a few deep breaths then nodded.

About half of them left the room with whispers, leaving only Jirou, Kaminari, Ochako, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Bakugou who refused to leave probably just to spite Kiri.

“Sooo, what happened?”

I took some breaths. “There’s some sort of, gap in my memories? And, I cant shake the feeling something’s missing… When you asked where I learned the recipe…” I started.

All 6 of them were looking at me intently.

“I-I’m sorry I’m gonna need more of you to leave!” I ended up saying.

Kirishima sighed, and got up while Bakugou smirked. Whatever sort of battle they were having, Bakugou clearly won.

Jirou left as well, and so did Todoroki.

Which left Kaminari, Ochako, and Bakugou. An odd assortment to be sure, but a small enough group that I could feel my anxiety lifting off me bit by bit.

“Okay, so where you learned the recipe…?” Ocha offered.

I nodded. “Yeah, so, when you asked where, I got some sort of a flashback to… a place, I dont know where, just…” I took another breath and focused back on the candle. Just pretend you’re talking to the candle. There’s nobody else listening, just the candle… such a pretty, calming flame…

“The person that taught me how to make eintopf was… some person, I dont remember exactly what his name was, but for some reason he’s in my mind as ‘C-7’,” I told the candle. “When I tried to figure it out again, I got flashes of… doctors, and needles, and these people that I feel like I should know but I just, dont.” I took in another breath.

“There was… a girl, a some years older than me, reassuring me… she had, dark blue hair, and really dark blue eyes… and a nose piercing…”

Ochako’s brow furrowed. “What was her name? Do you… remember?”

“Uhh, yeah. It was Relena… But her other name was… MEQAT9?” The memories started up again.

“She called me… 3 for some reason…”

“OV, I dont know how to tell you this but uhm…” Kaminari started.

I looked up at them. Somehow all 3 of them, -Bakugou included- had a concerned look on their face.

“W-what?” I asked.

“That was-”

“You’re talking about Himokya Relena, and she went missing like 7 years ago,” Bakugou cut in.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, it was a really big thing a while ago, everyone knows about her… Didnt you say you were a foreigner?” Kaminari asked.

“Uh, yeah, I-” my mind flooded again. I dont know what with. Emptiness I suppose, what should be there but isnt. Someone reached out and grabbed my hand. Ochako. I took a deep breath and focused on what I knew. “I’m European-American, I was with my parents up until like… 9 I think?” I guessed. “I… dont know much after that… I know that I’m self-sufficient, there’s some sort of obligation I have to fill but cant… there’s… I dont…”

I started hyperventilating again as I felt tears running down my face.

“Wh-hat ha-appened to me-e?” I asked through broken sobs.

Ocha reached up and wrapped me in a hug. “Shh, shh, it’s alright, we’ll figure this out, dont worry, we’re here for you, okay? We’ll help you through this, just breathe for now, alright? We’ve got you, let it out…”

I dont think I ever managed to fully tell any of them how much that meant. Not when I remembered just who did this and what exactly happened during my time as MEQAT3.

I was going to kill the hero responsible for all this.

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bi-avatar · 3 years

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AJSJDJDJ I saw this tiktok about that one scene where Bolin is mad at Mako for working for Wu and stuff and how he doesn’t accept what Kuvira is doing, everyone is going off in the comments about who the better brother is but I can’t stop fucking laughing because Mako is holding his hand 💅 the entire time

#SCREAM #IT LOOKS SO FUNNY #FIRST THING I NOTICED #some other people noticed it too but most were having discourse and I just couldn’t stop laughing #i (bi mako truther) won today #anyway I’m insure of who is the better brother #I think I think more about mako but I adore bolin #I think they’re both neat #bolin was rude in that scene but I like the growth #I’ll stop talking I just had to share this because I’ve been laughing hysterically for the past 5 min #jade talks #avatar #mako #lok

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catchmewiddershins · 3 years

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MY TEACHER GIFTED ME AN AUDIOBOOK I LOVE HIM SM HE’S THE BEST WHY IS HE LEAVINGGGG

#🕰️ sunwise #dad teacher is the best #I’ve been kinda stressed and I’m also on my cycle so like #I got a bit teary when I was studying #he walked past and noticed and he gave me the concerned puppy eyes face #then the ‘come into my office for a sec’#and then just worriedly handed me a box of tissues and let me sniffle for 5 mins #as I wailed abt my nerves for an assessment that I don’t think I’m ready for #and about all the info I need to learn but can’t understand fully #and just kept handing me tissues #and gave me some advice #told a few jokes so I’d laugh #and then gave me an audiobook on the thing I’m stuck on #plus asked if I was able to get home safely (it was 6:20pm so nighttime #lots of reassurance that I’d be ok and that he believes in me #plus like… legitimate help with the system that I was confused about #told me to sleep more bcs I’m #getting 6h to revise #and I’m stressed bcs yh it’s hard to explain but I got it #hope he doesn’t tell my Latin teacher or tutor #I love them but like #if tutor is concerned then I get mother-hemmed #henned #and if Latin is concerned I get awkward reassurance #that’s why HoY is the best to vent to #I feel so bad though because the other students im the same. oat haven’t cried in his office or anything so like #am I just the worst one rip #I don’t get stressed often #maybe it’s bcs the others prepared before they got offered an interview #I got my offer of interview which kickstarted the others

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997 · 3 years

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i’ve been laughing @ octavia’s comment to the point of tears for the past 5 mins….

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seventeensbabye · 2 years

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《ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ》

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✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ/ɴᴏᴛᴇs: ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ. (ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴅ!)

✧ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴄʟᴀss ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

✧ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0.8ᴋ

✧ ɢᴇʀɴᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ & ʜɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ!ᴀᴜ

✧ ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ғᴇᴍ)

✧ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

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“ class dismissed but ms. choi can you stay for a second? ” the teachers tone went from bubbly to serious in 2.5 seconds. i stayed after class like she asked and because of how worried i was, i sparked the conversation. “ is everything okay miss? did i do something wrong? ” lowkey shaking as i spoke. “ no. but have you looked at the grades for my class ms. choi? ” said with a ever so straight face and a stern tone. “ uhh, no not really. ” still feeling shaky and scared.

“ well let me tell you little one, you’re failing my class with an f. can you tell me whats going on? ” she tilted her head as she spoke. “ i’ve just been struggling a lot recently seeing this is a college business class. ” i state. “ well, i can help you fix that, well he can. ” she points to the door were a young man by the name of lee heeseung was standing. i look over and see him walking from the door closer to my desk. i started feeling nervous because seeing that someone as fine as this man, can help i with this class was a shock to me.

i would’ve never thought that he was my tutor thought. maybe a student who was just willing to help you for the class but no, he was a tutor, my tutor. he sat on the desk right beside min and spoke. “ if you don’t know me already my name if lee heeseung. but you can call me tutor or mr. lee since i’ll be tutoring you. ” i couldn’t help but nearly laugh because who’s calling him mr or tutor? “ cant i just call you heeseung? ” he laughed as i asked that. “ no. mr. lee is better. ” he smiled lightly. “ uh, well, okay then, mr. lee. ” i looked up at my teacher. “ well since this it all i needed to know, can i go now? ” she turned away walking back to her desk. “ hold on, i have one more thing to say before you two head out. ” already irritated i responded, “ yes? ”

she sat in her chair, “ heeseung already knows this but you two are going to work until the final exam. which is in 3 months. ” i looked over at heeseung and watched as he smiled. in my head thats three years and i dont have that time to spare but instead of arguing i simply said, “ okay miss jeon. ” i grabbed my stuff and walked out ready to go home but i was stopped by heeseung. “ y/n wait. ” i stopped and turned around watching as he walked up to me. “ i need your number, to keep in contact. ” i nodded and pulled out my phone, giving it to him as he handed me his. we exchanged numbers and waved as we both walked away.

the sun started to set as i walked home. when i finally made it though the sun set. i walked in the house taking off my shoes and rushing to my room to only be stopped by my mom. “ y/n come have dinner first. ” i sighed, walking over to the table, pulling out a chair then sitting down. “ dont try to avoid eating just because of your weight. ” i rolled my eyes then proceeded to make my plate. after i ate i ran up to my room happy because i can finally rest after this long day. after i showered and changed i laid down and started scrolling on my phone seeing it was only 8:30. 20 minutes past and i get a text from heeseung saying, “hey y/n.” i responded back with a simple hi.

“ what are you up to? 🧐 ” i thought he was only gonna text me telling me what time we had to meet up so he can help me with class. responding with, “nothing really, just laying down hbu? ” looking weirdly at the phone watching as he responded in like less than 5 seconds. “ just thinking, by the way you looked pretty today. well you look good everyday but i never got the chance to tell you. ” i felt my my temperature rising and my heart fluttering because of the random complement. “ thank you heeseung, but how often do you see me? because i never noticed you in class.. ” wanting to throw my phone, he responded quickly. “ mr. lee to you but i see you almost every day i’m just never really in class because i’m helping teachers. i’m there every time you walk in though. ” smiling nearly blushing at my phone, he sent another text.

“ well you should get some rest because you looked extremely tired today. i’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll arrange the time to meet so i can tutor you. goodnight y/n. ” i responded with a okay and a goodnight and i finally peacefully fell asleep.

ᴇɴᴅ.@seventeensbabye

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#enhypen #heeseung #heeseung enhypen #heeseung fluff #heeseung fanfic #heeseung smut #heeseung x you #enhypen fluff

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hoetani · 2 years

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| SOLD TO BONTEN |

Relationship: Bonten

Warnings: wattpad writing, the silliest piece of writing I’ll probably ever write (no promises though), also idk if it makes sense I came up w it in like 5 mins

A/n: April fools ig (nothing scary, promise)

(Also if you’re new here, I don’t actually write like this okay😭💀)

“Get down here!” Your mother screams, the lights shaking at the sheer ferocity of her voice.

Throwing the covers off my body, I chuck my hair into a simple messy bun that looks very attractive to everyone but me. My mind wanders, did she finally take the carefully laden hint that I’d been planting throughout the past few months? Excitement fills me at the idea of seeing a horse in the kitchen, the one I’d been subtly hinting for.

Hopping down the stairs – which took longer than the average person, considering how short and I am, I wander over to her.

I do a double take when I enter the room. My mum sits on the couch with her tea and marmite like usual but what I didn’t expect to see was the crowd of men burst into the room like a swat team. Their colourful heads bob as they join us.

“What is the meaning of this?” I ask, fear and confusion filling my voice as I look at the big scary men that have broken into my house. Craning my neck up to look at them is hard considering I only reach their kneecaps.

“I’ve sold you to Bonten,” the old hag wheezes from the corner.

Sure, my mum’s mean, but in all my years, I never expected her to do something like this! She used to be so caring and sweet until that fateful day, when a dog peed on her brand new shoes – she’s never been the same since, always treating me like the scum on the bottom of her shoe. But selling me to a criminal gang? That’s bottom of the barrel stuff! Oh I can’t wait to go back and brag about what happened here while pretending to hate it.

“W-w-what?” I stutter, trying to make sense of the situation.

She laughs cruelly, “Haha, I hope you’ve packed because I have to leave right now or I’ll be late.”

“W-where are you going?”

“To an island where dogs don’t exist,” she smirks.

A heavy hand rests on my shoulders, as I stutter some more, “B-b-but what about my stuff?”

My head turns longingly to my room until it’s pried towards a scarily handsome purple haired man, “Don’t worry about that kitten,” he growls.

My tummy does a flip and I subconsciously show him my neck, probably to appease his alpha wolf. But I still use my huge sparkling eyes and perfect lips to pout at them.

“We’ll buy you everything you need,” A pink haired man grins.

“Let’s go,” a moody blonde scowls in the back. Just as I’m about to follow out the door, A hand rests over my shoulder, “A princess should never have to walk.”

A black haired man with a scar picks me up and tucks me into a drawstring backpack before hoisting me over his broad shoulder, which is very easy since I’m the same weight as a singular feather.

Sure, I’ll miss my mother but, I could get used to this.

If you read this all pls forgive me besties 🙏🏽

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revenger fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyorev #tokyorev fluff #tokyorev imagines #tokyorev drabble #tr fluff #tr imagines #tr drabbles #honey: writes #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #bonten mikey #sano manjiro

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief.

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow.

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.”

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door.

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word.

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!”

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed.

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice.

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully.

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.”

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face.

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed.

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed.

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!”

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk.

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused.

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned.

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago.

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders.

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit.

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

“Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

“I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off.

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck.

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

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jungshookz · 4 years

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kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!!

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings.

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

“mhm, don’t worry, those are on the menu as well, as per your request,” yoongi pauses, “ah- the people bringing the photo-booths are coming to set them up at 5 - we’ve already cleared out the space for them, so that should be good to go… also, are we putting a limit on photos?”

“a limit?”

“yes, a limit,” yoongi looks up at you and shrugs, “there’s only so much film and it wouldn’t be fair for one person to take ten photos and for another person to not have any at all.”

you immediately scoff before dismissing yoongi with a flick of your wrist, “silly yoongi, you can’t put a limit on fun. just tell them we’re willing to pay for extra film and for one of their workers to hang out at the party and wait until the booths need refilling.”

“there.. is no limit… on fun…” yoongi mutters to himself as he continues to scribble notes down in his notebook, “and… that’s it!” he clicks his pen before tucking it back into his shirt pocket, “pretty much everything has been taken care of. if all goes well, this’ll be a fantastic new year’s eve party.”

“yay!” you throw your hands up into the air before leaning back against your chair with a giggle, “this is so exciting. i love throwing parties!”

“and i love planning parties...” yoongi hums absentmindedly, looking back down at his list, “so i guess we make a pretty good team...”

“teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“mm.”

a couple seconds of silence ticks by as you scour through your brain for a new topic of discussion

you could... talk about the weather?

or maybe ask him what he did over the weekend?

ask him about what he did on christmas day??

“so…” you clear your throat, smoothing your skirt down before folding your arms on your desk and leaning forward slightly, “you bringin’ any... hot dates to the party tonight?”

wow

that was... not an ideal topic of discussion

also, way to sound like a creep!

“me?” yoongi glances up at you and tilts his head slightly, “well, i’ll be with you.” he pauses, dark brows knitting together, “did you… want me to bring a date?” he shifts in his seat, “i’m sure i can arrange for someone to accompany me if that’s what you want.”

“no!” your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, “i mean- no, i was just- you know, i just- usually you have a plus-one that you bring to parties and, like, i’m sure that you probably had other new year’s plans that didn’t involve being at the party your boss is throwing- i’m just saying that perhaps, if you were planning on actually bringing someone, i just wouldn’t want to be a cock-block-”

you’re cut off (thankfully) when yoongi’s phone suddenly starts to buzz on your desk

he extends his arm and catches it right as it’s about to fall off (which, admittedly, shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but yoongi could be sitting there doing nothing and you’d still find it attractive)

he holds a finger up pardon himself and you nod before leaning back a little

“hello? …oh, perfect. yes, i can come and pick them up now…” yoongi trails off, sandwiching his phone in between his ear and his shoulder before pushing his sleeve up a little to check the time on his watch, “i can be there in… roughly half an hour? yes. alright. perfect. see you soon.”

he hangs up with a beep before looking back over at you, “sorry about that! your dress and heels are ready for pick-up. what were you saying before my phone went off?”

“hm?” you clear your throat, “oh! uh… nothing. i was just- you know, small talk. but you can go now if you want to- i mean, obviously you need to go and pick up my outfit for tonight so i’ll just let you go-”

“alright, perfect-” yoongi nods and gets up from his seat, “i shouldn’t take too long but if anything comes up, just call me-”

“yep! you got it, homie-” you shoot finger guns at yoongi before quickly forcing your arms down and shoving both your hands in between your knees so that they won’t do anything like that again

your face flushes bright red as soon as the door shuts behind yoongi and a quiet groan slips past your lips before you smack your forehead down on your desk

jesus

that... was rough, to say the least!

sure, you fumble over your words whenever you talk to yoongi on a regular basis, but it’s never usually this bad...

what’s gotten into you today?!

maybe it’s just the pre-party jitters!

“get it together, y/l/n.” you mutter to yourself, patting your cheeks lightly before pulling your laptop towards you and opening it up

if there’s anyone who can get you get your shit together, it’s hoseok

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): help me

you perk up when hoseok responds almost immediately, your laptop letting out a little ping! from his message

you have half a mind to scold him for not doing work and being on the company’s messaging system but you dO need to talk to him right now so

Jung Hoseok (10:12AM): What did you do this time

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): nothing!! idk what’s wrong with my mouth today i’ve never called anyone homie in my entire life

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): ?

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): you had to be here to understand :-//

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): Okay well

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): can you just come to my office because it’s too much to type out

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): and bring me an iced coffee from the vending machine while you’re at it because yoongi left to pick my dress up

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): Let me get this straight

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): You want me to stop working and you want me to go to your office so we can gossip about Yoongi

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): gossip sounds bad

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): ‘discuss’ sounds more professional

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): …

Jung Hoseok (10:15AM): See you in ten minutes lmao

»»————-　♡　————-««

“you asked him if he was planning on bringing a date to the party?!” hoseok laughs, leaning back against the chair before folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head, “wow. what, are you going to help him plan his wedding too?”

“don’t say that!” you groan, rubbing your fingers against your temples in tight circles, “i was just trying to start a conversation… i don’t know...”

“start a conversation? about what? about encouraging yoongi to be with someone who isn’t you?”

“keep up the attitude and i’ll reduce your lunch break from one hour and fifteen minutes to one hour and fourteen minutes.” you raise a brow in warning, hoseok gawking before wagging a finger at you

“i’ll report you to HR for abuse of power!” he jokes, his smile faltering when he notices that you still have that mopey, kicked-in-the-gut look on your face, “okay, think about it this way: this party couldn’t have come at a better time, you know? because now you know exactly what you have to do!”

“huh? oh, right.” you nod slowly, “yeah, of course i know what i have to do at tonight’s party.” you snort, pulling away from your desk and sitting up straight, “but... you know, just to make sure that you know what it is that i have to do, would you mind telling me what exactly we’re saying i have to do?”

“y/n. come on.” hoseok presses his lips together before leaning forward, “what do people usually do at new year’s eve parties?” he asks gently, in that infuriatingly condescending tone that people usually use when they’re talking to children

“people share their new year’s resolutions with each other?” you hum, thinking back to the new year’s eve party you were at last year where you ended up talking to a very friendly bartender about all the plans you had in mind for the new year

you can’t help but wonder how he’s doing

“well, yeah, but not quite what i had in mind-” hoseok shakes his head, “what else do they do?”

“they... sing karaoke really loudly?” you frown before letting out a gasp, “oh no! i didn’t think of that! do you think it’s too late to rent a karaoke machi-”

“wow, i really have to spoon-feed this to you-” hoseok slaps his hands against his thighs before letting out a huff, “a new year’s kiss, y/n. does that ring any bells?”

“oh, right! i forgot about that part,” you chuckle lightly, tilting your head back against the top of your chair to look up at the ceiling, “but what does that have to do with-” you pause, head snapping back down to look at hoseok with wide eyes, “oh, you’re saying that i should- with yoongi- hoseok, i can barely look at yoongi for five seconds without breaking eye contact-”

“why not?! its new years! you have to have someone to smooch when it’s midnight. even i have someone to kiss!”

“wait, who are you kiss-”

“and you know what the best part is?” hoseok grins, “you have an excuse to get super drunk tonight! and a drunk y/n is a slightly more confident y/n-”

“oh, i can’t- i can’t ask him, no.” you chuckle nervously, your hands suddenly feeling a little clammy at the thought of asking yoongi to kiss you, “because then he’s going to feel like he has to kiss me because i’m his boss, and the next thing you know, i’m being called up to HR-”

“you’re overthinking this again, y/n,” hoseok sighs, “don’t forget the fact that i caught him checking you out at the halloween party. you have to admit that he’s slightly interested in you.”

“that’s different!” you argue, your brows furrowing, “i was dressed as a sexy friggin’ bunny, for god’s sake!”

“and tonight, you’ll be dressed as a sexy friggin’ boss! the only difference is that you won’t have a little cotton tail and two bunny ears-”

“i don’t know…”

hoseok rolls his eyes at your doubt and resists the urge to get up and slap you across the face to get you to come to your senses

you can’t expect anything to happen between you and yoongi if you’re not willing to do something about it in the first place

he can’t even list out how many times you guys have had similar conversations that always end in you chickening out and changing your mind

you were supposed to make a move at the halloween party but you ended up bailing on the plan at the last minute and hoseok had to listen to half an hour of you whining about it over the phone

he adores you but sometimes he just wants to grab you and yell at you for being such a wimp when it comes to yoongi

“okay, you know what? forget yoongi. i’ll be your new year’s kiss!” hoseok teases, leaning forward before wiggling his eyebrows enticingly, “maybe if people see me canoodling with the boss i’ll finally get the street cred i deserve-”

“you know, i don’t know if i’ve reached that level of desperation quite yet-”

“i’m a great kisser, so it’s your loss...” hoseok kisses his teeth, raising his hands in defense, “anyways, just try not to overthink it. take a deep breath, relax, and hopefully you won’t point any more lame finger guns at yoo-”

“-ooou’re fired!” you stand up and slam your fist down on the desk the moment yoongi steps into the room, hoseok jolting at the sudden announcement, “you are fired, my good sir! you heard me loud and clear!”

yoongi’s eyes widen slightly and he presses his lips together before stepping aside and lowering his head

“what the hell are yo-” hoseok glances over his shoulder and it dawns over him when he spots yoongi standing by the door, “oh! oh. uh, okay. yes... i am... devastated...” he clears his throat as he rises from the chair slowly, “please... give me a second chance? i... won’t do it again?”

you blink, pulling down your blazer slightly before giving him a curt nod

“...okay, but this is your last chance. next time, you’re really fired.” you clear your throat, sitting back down before gesturing towards the door, “you may leave now, mr. jung.”

yoongi nods in acknowledgement when hoseok walks past him and he waits a couple of seconds before speaking up

“sorry. i didn’t realize you were busy because the door wasn’t closed all the way.” he smiles sheepishly, raising the garment bag in his hand, “i just wanted to put your dress in the closet for you.”

“yes! go ahead.” you smile, gesturing towards the closet before sitting back down in your chair

“by the way, i passed by that breakfast place on the way to the laundromat-” yoongi pauses, glancing over at you on his way to the closet, “you know, the place that makes those BLT bagels you like so much?”

“ooh, with the spicy mayo and the avocado?”

“mhm-” yoongi smiles, shutting the closet door gently and turning to face you, “they do chocolate chip waffles now and i thought maybe that’d be something you’d be interested in for future breakfasts.”

“oh, no way!” your eyes widen in excitement, “i’m very interested in chocolate chip waffles for future breakfasts!”

“that’s what i thought.” he chuckles, making his way back towards the doors, “anyway- i’ll be out there if you need me, boss.”

“mhm!”

you immediately get up from your chair as soon as yoongi leaves the room

you told yourself that you were going to wait until tonight but you’ve been thinking about your dress all week and you wanna see it now!!

“dress, dress, dress-” you murmur to yourself like a maniac, your heels clicking against the floor as you jog over to the closet

you push down a squeal of excitement after unzipping the garment bag and getting a good look at your outfit for tonight

you spent hours searching for the perfect dress and it was totally worth it now that you’re looking at it

it’s a navy blue midi-length dress that sort of cinches in at the waist but the skirt itself is relaxed so you don’t need to worry about your legs being constricted

there’s also a high slit in the skirt which is exciting (you had to shave your legs yesterday which wasn’t as exciting)

and it’s a long sleeve dress but the sleeves and sheer and billowy but cap around your wrists

it’s classy but also a little sexy but not like your halloween playboy costume level of sexy

you’re still not sure what possessed you to dress up as a playboy bunny but even you have to admit that that little black dress looked great on you

you zip the bag back up before pushing it aside to sneak a peek at the suit that yoongi will be wearing to the party

he asked if he could keep his suit in your closet and obviously you said yes because it’s yoongi

your eyes light up when you notice something peculiar about his outfit

it’s navy blue as well!!

the corners of your mouth lift in a wide grin, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of you and yoongi (unintentionally, but still) wearing matching colours tonight

heh

»»————-　♡　————-««

“c’mon, stupid thing...” yoongi frowns to himself as he struggles to tie his tie

he’s been at it for the last ten minutes and it seems like his gummy worm fingers aren’t going to be useful anytime soon

and it probably doesn’t help that he’s using his phone camera as a mirror instead of going to the bathroom to use the actual mirror

he doesn’t know if it showed this morning but he’s been a nervous wreck all day!

he practically zipped out of your office as soon as he had the chance to and he just hopes that you’re not suspecting anything

it’s just that as each day goes by, he gets more and more conflicted over what to do about his feelings for you

this wasn’t supposed to happen!

when he first realized that you liked him, he was flattered and admittedly it was a nice stroke to his ego knowing that his boss was interested in him, but he didn’t know it’d turn into this

he didn’t know he’d end up liking you back

this is a disaster!

he’s not supposed to like you back!

he already tried forcing himself to stop liking you but if anything it’s made things worse

he thought your schoolgirl crush was sweet at first and then one day he found your poor excuse of asking him to stay after hours to help you re-organize your pens was cute and ever since then it’s gone downhill

like the other day when he was eating lunch with you - you took the paper sleeve that holds the chopsticks and you folded it into a makeshift chopstick rest and gave it to him to use and,,. he’d have to be crazy to not find that wildly endearing

yoongi lets out a huff and leans back against his chair as he looks at himself on his phone screen

“good going, moron.” he grumbles to himself before lifting his hand and flipping himself off, “you and your feelings.”

of course, it’s not technically a... bad thing that he likes you back, right?

...but what’s everyone going to think?

he knows that he’s on the list of people getting the christmas bonus (because he helped you type it out) but what if people think he just slept his way to the money??

oh, god

that’s not who he is!

this is too much to think about right now

he just had this suit pressed and he’s not about to ruin it by nervously sweating in it

he’s just going to enjoy this party with you and then deal with his feelings later!

future yoongi can handle it

present yoongi is just going to enjoy the ride B-)

“whatcha up to?”

“-!” yoongi jumps and scrambles up from his seat when he hears your voice all of a sudden, “y/n! sorry, i didn’t hear you come out of... your... office...” he trails off, voice softening slightly as he takes in how beautiful you look in your dress

obviously he already knew what you were going to wear because he was the one who picked up your outfit from the dry cleaner’s but... it’s a different experience actually seeing you in it

beautiful

there’s really no other way to describe it

you look... beautiful.

“i don’t know why on earth you’re wearing a tie to a party.” you snort, eyes flicking down to the tie hanging loosely around his neck, “this isn’t a business meeting, yoongi.” (you decided it’d be best to take hoseok’s advice. no overthinking - just relaxing! and it seems to be going well...)

“oh.” yoongi snaps himself out of his daze before shaking his head, “i… i don’t know why, either. i guess i’m just used to wearing a tie.”

“well, i say ditch it - you know, let loose a little! it’s new year’s eve, after all.”

before yoongi even knows it, you’re stepping towards him and sliding the tie from his neck in one swift movement before tossing it onto his desk

ᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ

you even smell pretty

he freezes when you reach up to undo a couple of buttons on his shirt, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles are stark white

“there we go!” you smile, fixing yoongi’s collar before nodding to yourself, “much better. also, do you think you can help me with my heels? i put them on already but the little buckles are flimsy and i can’t do them because of my nails.” you raise both your hands before wiggling your fingers

“mhm, of course.” yoongi steps aside and gestures towards his chair, “take a seat and i’ll take care of them for you.”

yoongi’s chair squeaks slightly as you sit down on it and you make a mental note to get him a new one

...maybe you should get everyone in the office new chairs to make your crush on yoongi less obvious

lots to think about

“so, do you think anyone’s going to have fun tonight?” you ask quietly, leaning back against the chair, “i’m nervous.”

“i’m sure everyone’s going to have fun, y/n,” yoongi lowers himself onto the ground so that he’s down on one knee before raising your leg so that your foot is pressed against his chest, “they get free food, free alcohol, and there are fun 2021 party hats and stupid 2021 glasses to match. what’s not to love?”

“me. i’m the part they don’t love.” you snort, propping your elbow up on yoongi’s desk before leaning against your fist, “i’m gonna take one step onto the rooftop and immediately ruin the party somehow. i bet the dj will stop playing music and his records will make that awkward scratchy sound.”

“don’t be so harsh on yourself…” yoongi scolds, tucking the thin strap into the buckle and giving it a little tug to make sure it’s nice and secure before lowering your foot gently, “besides, if anyone looks at you weirdly, i can just call security and have them escorted out of the party.” he tuts, smiling up at you as he lifts your other foot

“ooh. careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.” you joke, pushing the ball of your foot gently against yoongi’s chest teasingly

“oh, yeah? i wouldn’t be opposed to that, boss…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a side smirk as he slips the other strap into place, “alright, there we go! heels are nice and secure.”

he gets up from the ground, dusting his knee off before extending his hand to help you get up from his chair, “ready?”

“as ready as i’ll ever be...” you reach for his hand only to pause, your nose scrunching slightly as you pull away, “i don’t know. let’s think this through. do we have to go to the party?”

“well, you are the host.” yoongi points out, “and i planned the whole thing! do you know how hard it was to arrange for a karaoke machine on new year’s eve?” he frowns playfully, “you can’t bail on me like this.”

“i guess...”

“listen- whenever you want to leave, just let me know and i’ll grab the entire plate of sliders, a crisp bottle of champagne, and then we’ll head back down here to eat, drink, and watch the fireworks from your office window.” yoongi tilts his head, his hand still out for you to take, “deal?”

“...throw in the chocolate lava cakes as well and we have a deal.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“wow! you really outdid yourself, yoongi.” you nod in approval as you look around, “look at this place!”

you never even knew the rooftop had the ability to look like some trendy upscale bar that sells cocktails for $30 each

“hey, if this secretary thing doesn’t work out, maybe i could become a party planner.” yoongi jokes, lifting his glass up with a smile

“you know, i really think you could.” you clink your glass against his before taking a sip of the bubbly champagne, “by the way, you don’t have to hang out with me all night. you’re allowed to go and mingle with your coworkers.”

“i know.” yoongi hums before his nose scrunches slightly, “but every time i talk to them, they’re always gossiping about something and i think gossiping is unproductive.”

“wha-” you gawk, your lashes fluttering, “you’re telling me that you’ve had access to juicy office gossip this whole time and not once have i ever heard any of it??”

“i mean...”

“you have to tell me something. i’ll take anything!”

you grin excitedly when yoongi gestures for you to come in closer

“jungkook and tzuyu had sex on the photocopier by the supplies room.” he blurts out quickly, clearing his throat before taking a sip of his own champagne, “but you didn’t hear it from me!”

“they- what?!” you gasp in shock, jaw practically dropping to the floor, “they did?? during work??”

“no, it was after work!” yoongi shakes his head, “i think you had a meeting across town that night which is why we weren’t here... otherwise we... probably would’ve heard it but- it’s on the CCTV security cameras and everything. of course, since the photocopier is kind of out of frame, you can only see their lower halves-”

“well, then how do you know it was jungkook and tzuyu??”

“their shoes! and jungkook’s socks. he’s the only one who wears bright purple rubber-duckie socks to work.”

the two of you turn to look at jungkook across the rooftop and you blink before looking back over at yoongi with a pout

“that’s my favourite photocopier.” you mutter, “i hope they didn’t get any... fluids inside of it-”

“gross! why would it be inside of the machine?!”

“i don’t know! people go crazy during sex sometimes!” you raise your hands in defense before clearing your throat quietly, “okay, but seriously, i feel like having vigorous sex on a piece of office equipment is definitely violating something so i might have to bring them in for a little chat-”

“ooh, can i be there when you scold them?”

“absolutely-”

“miss y/n?” you jump in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently from behind

you glance over your shoulder to see joy before smiling politely, turning around fully to face her, “joy! what’s up?”

“i’d like to talk to you about something, if that’s alright - do you have a moment?”

“oh! um, of course-” you pause, turning to hand yoongi your glass, “let’s head over there for some privacy. what’s on your mind?”

“it’s just... you know, regarding past comments i may or may not have made about you-” she chuckles uneasily, “seeing as you still have to figure out who’s getting christmas bonuses this year, i thought that-”

yoongi bites back a grin when you turn back to look at him with pleading eyes and he shrugs helplessly before raising his own glass at you and downing the rest of the champagne

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yoongi’s never been a huge fan of parties mainly because he’d much rather enjoy a bottle of champagne and full-sized burgers in the comfort of his own home

he really only started going to parties once you became CEO of the company and he wasn’t left with a choice because he was worried that you’d fire him if he didn’t attend any of these festive celebrations

he likes to think that you’ve opened him up to new experiences, helping him become a better human being overall

:-)

“hey!” yoongi chokes on his tiny burger patty when someone gives his back a hearty slap, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere! i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi.”

yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion when it’s hoseok that plops down on the bar stool next to him

“what-” yoongi swallows his bite before giving his chest a couple of pats to help get the masticated chunks of meat down smoother, “what did i do??”

hoseok opens his mouth to say something before pausing, eyes flickering to the side as he reconsiders what he’s about to say

he’s a little tipsy thanks to the open bar so he didn’t really think this decision through but he’s here now so it’s a little late to back out

you explicitly asked him not to meddle but he feels like if he doesn’t do anything, then you’ll never do anything and you’ll just go to the grave keeping your feelings for yoongi a secret

does this count as meddling?

he just has to find a way to steer the conversation towards the topic of you and yoongi and romance

this might be meddling, now that he’s thinking about it

...

it’s fine!

he’ll do it in such a subtle way that yoongi won’t even notice!

“it’s not something that you’ve done. it’s something that you haven’t done.” hoseok clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at yoongi suspiciously, “do you like y/n? because she likes you.”

(not very subtle, but hoseok never likes to beat around the bush.)

“woah-” yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a nervous chuckle before looking around, “ha, i- um- where did you get that idea from?”

“you didn’t deny it.” hoseok grins in success, “so you do?”

“i...” yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he lets out a huff and his shoulders droop in defeat, “yeah. yeah, i do. ...but what does that have to do with you?”

“oh, it has everything to do with me!” hoseok chirps, clapping his hands together excitedly, “i’m here to give you advice!”

“yeah, okay,” yoongi immediately scoffs and rolls his eyes as he turns back to pick up his drink, “no offense, but i don’t think i should be getting advice from the guy who was almost fired today-”

“oh, please, i wasn’t getting fired when you walked in.” hoseok raises a brow, “we were talking about you before you barged in so y/n obviously panicked and changed the subject to make it look like she wasn’t going all goo-goo-ga-ga over you-”

“what? you were- y/n was talking about me?” yoongi perks up, his interest in the conversation suddenly reigniting, “really?”

“she’s always talking about you,” hoseok points out, “don’t get me wrong - i love going to her office to talk about you instead of doing my work, but it’s exhausting! which is part of the reason as to why i’m willing to give you advice to get this show on the road.”

“i don’t need advice, though.”

“of course you need advice. if one of you finally made a move, i wouldn’t need to give you advice, but here i am.” hoseok gestures to himself before shrugging, “so... what’s wrong with you?”

yoongi scoffs in offense

that’s a little ruDE

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yeah. why haven’t you made a move yet if you like y/n back?” hoseok emphasizes as a reminder that this crush goes two ways and that yoongi can be blamed for the lack of action just as much as you

“because... i can’t! it’s not that easy, man.” yoongi shakes his head, “i can’t just ask her out. she’s... like... she’s miss y/n.”

“yes. and the sky is blue.” hoseok frowns, “i’m sorry, what’s the problem?”

“she’s the boss!” yoongi snaps, glaring over at hoseok, “she’s our boss!”

“exactly! she’s the boss! if you’re going to date someone in the office, it might as well be the person signing off everyone’s paycheques at the end of each month-”

“but you can’t- the rules!”

“what rules??”

“there are no rules! that’s why i’m so confused! i’m used to rules! that’s how the world works in my head! what the hell am i supposed to do now? go rogue?! i’ve never gone rogue before!”

“oh, god, who do you think you are? some secret agent? all you’re doing is asking someone out-”

“i can’t date y/n-”

“give me a legitimate reason as to why you can’t date y/n.”

“i’ll be penalized!”

“who’s going to penalize you?!”

“the boss of our boss!”

“please!” hoseok groans loudly, throwing his head back in frustration, “you don’t think he’s goofed around with any of his secretaries?”

“okay, but this isn’t me goofing around with y/n, this is me... being serious with y/n!” yoongi presses his lips together, unsure of what to say next, “yeah. i wanna be serious with y/n.”

“i promise you that no one cares about relationships as long as work is handed in on time and bags of money are being made.” hoseok hums, gesturing for the bartender to fix up another drink for him

having this conversation about you with yoongi is just as exhausting as having this conversation about yoongi with you

...

he doesn’t know if that sentence made any sense but all this alcohol is making the words jumble up together

“well, okay, but-” yoongi chuckles nervously, turning and setting his glass down on the bar countertop, “then we’d have to make a file with HR declaring the status of our relationship, and then we’d have to talk about whether or not we want to keep things private or let the whole office know- oh, god, and what if it doesn’t work out? what if we break up? it’d be embarrassing after having declared our love for each other in front of everyone! and favouritism! don’t even get me started on favouritism! people are going to bag on y/n if they find out that i’m on the list of people getting a bonus! ...but, in my defense, even if we weren’t together i would probably still be on that list because i’m hardworking-”

“yoongi-” hoseok interrupts, slapping both his hands down on his shoulders before letting out a sigh, “do you like y/n?”

“yes.” yoongi answers without missing a beat, “i like y/n. a lot.”

“okay. then that’s all that matters, right?”

yoongi opens his mouth to respond but he pauses

huh

that... is a fair point...

it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks about his relationship with you

what is it about alcohol that makes some people so wise?

“do you know what kind of a person you’d be if you just repressed your feelings and pretended that they didn’t exist at all? a coward, that’s what you’d be. because y/n is a fantastic woman and you need to hurry up and make a damn move before she realises she’s wasting her time on you and moves on to someone else who isn’t afraid to show their true feelings for her.” hoseok shakes his head gently before pulling away from yoongi with a nonchalant shrug and a snort, “but, you know - i’m drunk as hell and i’ve had nothing to eat so all the things coming out of my mouth righ’now could be complete and utter bullshit!” he hiccups, giggling to himself, “who knows!”

“well… what do you suggest i do?”

“what else do you do at a new year’s eve party?” hoseok’s head flops to the side, the over consumption of nothing but champagne suddenly hitting him like a brick wall

“…share new year’s resolutions?”

“wha- god, you guys are truly the perfect pair- no, dumbass, you kiiissss someone at midnight.” hoseok slurs, “you already know she’s into you. and now i know that you’re into her so she’s definitely not going to oppose giving you a big ol smooch!”

“well, it’s-” yoongi pulls his sleeve up to check his watch, anxiety bubbling in his stomach when he realizes there are exactly twelve minutes to midnight, “oh, god.”

okay

that’s fine!

it’s fine, he can work with twelve minutes!

all he has to do is 1) find you, 2) start a casual conversation, 3) somehow transition the casual conversation into a not so casual conversation about his feelings for you, 4) transition from the not so casual conversation to asking if you’d like to be his new year’s kiss, 5)-

“i can’t pull this off in twelve minutes. i don’t know how i’m going to do this!” yoongi swallows thickly, turning to look at hoseok (who’s starting to doze off), “how the hell am i going to do this??”

hoseok picks himself up off the counter, turning to face yoongi before a wide smile spreads on his face and a little gasp of excitement slips past his lips, “hey! i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi-”

“okay, buddy-” yoongi quickly reaches out to keep hoseok from toppling over, “you’ve definitely had one too many-”

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ding!

yoongi steps off the elevator with a huff, quickly checking the time on his watch for the millionth time tonight

he spent two minutes running around the rooftop like a headless chicken in case you were still up there somewhere

luckily jungkook told him that he saw you leave the rooftop and there’s really only one other place that you’d be

he makes his way down the hallway towards the double doors of your office, smiling in success when he sees that one of the doors is slightly ajar

bingo!

maybe it’s because he’s now confident about his true feelings for you, but he feels like there’s a spring in his step right now!

(it could also be because of the liquid courage, but that’s neither here nor there.)

he pushes the door open a little to stick his face in, giving himself a mental high five as he sees you leaning against your desk with a flute of champagne in your hand, staring out the window

“hey!” yoongi clears his throat, knocking on the door gently, “there you are.”

“hm?” you turn to glance over your shoulder, “oh, yoongi! yeah, hey.”

“i didn’t realize you’d disappeared... i would’ve brought the sliders with me if i knew you were in here.” he jokes, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, “everything okay?”

“ah, well. maybe next time.” you smile stiffly, turning away from him to look back out, “yeah, everything’s fine. joy practically talked my ear off up there so i just felt like i needed to get away from the party for a little while.”

“you know, the fireworks are starting soon...” yoongi points out as he makes his way over to you, “you’re probably going to get better pictures of them up there than down here in your office.”

“yeah, i know… but it’s also going to be very loud up on the rooftop and i’d prefer to start the new year off with working eardrums.” your nose wrinkles as you let out a chuckle, “also, i…”

“what?”

“i… i don’t know, i just don’t really want to start the new year awkwardly standing in the middle while everyone else is getting new year’s kisses.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before chuckling awkwardly, “that… makes me sound like a very bitter single person and i swear it wasn’t supposed to come off that way-”

“no, i totally get it.” yoongi shakes his head as he wipes his hands on the side of his pants, “as a matter of fact, i kind of wanted to talk to you about something-”

“hold on, hold on- before you say anything, i-” you interrupt him, turning to set your glass down, “i, um- i have something that i wanna say to you as well. can i go first?”

“oh! yes, okay….” yoongi cowers down a little, pressing his lips together tightly, “is... everything alright?”

“yeah!” you nod quickly before pausing, “i mean, sort of. kind of. i’m… not sure if it’s going to be a good idea or not, but i just want to let you know that if you… you know, if you feel uncomfortable or something after i tell you this, you’re free to pack up and leave, you know? i mean, i actually already have a letter of recommendation written for you so if you wanna go off and work for someone else, i’ve already put in a lot of good words for you-”

“woah, woah-” yoongi raises his hands before letting out a chuckle, “i- while i definitely appreciate the gesture, you know i’m… not planning on going anywhere, right?”

“yeah, well… things change!” you clear your throat, gaze averting as you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “things... change. i… don’t mean to sound so elementary school about it, but i…” you trail off, the little voice in the back of your head reminding you that this is your last chance to back out and not tell yoongi about your feelings for him

you’ve chickened out more than a handful of times, so what’s going to different about this time around?

you look up at yoongi and he blinks twice before offering you a soft smile, “you…?”

how are you supposed to back out when he’s looking at you like that?

and maybe it’s just because he looks particularly handsome tonight in his suit or because you’re all riled up on cocktails, but...

“i like you.” you blurt out, trying your best not to cringe or make any faces, “like… in a… romantic? way?”

yoongi’s eyes widen and the smile fades from his face, though you don’t have much time to process whatever reaction that was before he’s speaking up

“you like me.” yoongi repeats, swallowing thickly before nodding, “in a romantic way.”

“yeah.” you shrug, “and i have for a while, but i just never said or did anything about it because i thought it was inappropriate - you know, because i’m your boss and around the time i started liking you was when we held that seminar for workplace harassment and i didn’t want to make you feel like i was harassing you or creeping on you or anything - a-anyways, at first i thought i was attracted to you solely because you’re hot in that broody, college skater-boyfriend kind of way and i thought it’d go away on its own, but then the feelings never went away, and then i thought that maybe this was just a more serious schoolgirl-type crush that would take time to go away, but then a lot of time went by and it still didn’t go away, so… here we are now, at the end of the year, and i… still have a huge, huge crush on you-”

“-i like you too.”

“okay, cool, but i’m not done talking about-” you pause, your eyes flickering upwards, “wait, what?”

“i like you, y/n.” yoongi breathes out with a smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing, “actually, i’ve known for a long time that you liked me and at first i was just flattered and admittedly i was a little cocky about it but then i... actually started to like you one day and- well, i didn’t want to say anything because- woah-!”

yoongi yelps when suddenly a paperweight is hurled in his direction and nearly whacks him in the face, “what the f-”

“are you kidding me, yoongi?!” you snap, slapping your hands down as you glare at him across your desk, “are you kidding me?!”

“okay, i-i-” yoongi stammers, “i wasn’t expecting this reaction so i’m not entirely sure how i’m supposed to-”

“you knew that i liked you this entire time-” you groan, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “and you knew that you liked me this entire time... and you didn’t say or do anything about it?!”

“well, why didn’t you do anything about it first?” yoongi exasperates, “you- you’re just as much at fault here as i am!”

“because i-” you laugh lightly in disbelief, “because i thought that if i told you that i liked you, that you would feel pressured into saying that you liked me back because i’m your boss! how would i know if your feelings were genuine or if you were just playing along? of course i couldn’t tell you!”

yoongi chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously as you let out a huff before stepping away from your desk and heading over to stand by the window again

“i...” he trails off, bending down to pick up the paperweight before setting it down on your desk gently, “i’m sorry that you... struggled with that... but... i think the important thing is that i do like you, y/n. i genuinely like you, and i was an idiot for not saying anything earlier... i let my doubts get in the way and...” he sighs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “i’m not good at- i’m not good at dealing with this kind of stuff and usually i just brush it aside and hope the problem goes away but i see you almost every single day so i couldn’t just brush it aside-”

“yeah, well-”

both of you freeze up when you suddenly hear the countdown chanting echo from up on the rooftop and yoongi feels his heart plummet to his stomach when he realizes he didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his new year’s kiss

shit

shit!

“i’m just-” yoongi shakes his head furiously, “i get nervous when there are no rules and there certainly isn’t a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your boss-”

10!

you let out a scoff as you turn to face him, “-and you think there’s a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your secretary?!-”

“i was a total coward for not saying anything sooner and i wish i did! i wish i kissed you at the halloween party!”

“you- you wanted to kiss me at the halloween party?”

“of course i did, dumbass!” the name slips out of yoongi’s mouth before he even realizes it and he smiles sheepishly when you give him a warning look, “...miss dumbass.”

“anyways,” yoongi coughs, “i-if you’re still interested, i’d really like to kiss you tonight if that’s okay-”

“wait, did hoseok put you up to this?” you narrow your eyes in suspicion before pointing to yourself, “because he told me to ask you to kiss me tonight-”

“yeah, he put me up to this because we both know that you certainly weren’t going to make the first move-”

“how dare you?” you scoff, crossing your arms stubbornly, “i could make the first move if i really wanted to-”

“what?! that’s bullsh- oh my god, can we agree now to kiss first and then argue about this later?!” yoongi snaps, eyes full of panic at the thought of not making it on time, “please??”

“fine, but-”

1- HAPPY NEW YEAR!

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi swoops in swiftly to lean in and kiss you, warm hands quickly reaching up to cup either sides of your face

the sound of people cheering and fireworks going off in the sky is nothing compared to the erratic thumping of your heart and the high-pitched ringing in your ears

oh, wow

your lashes flutter as you feel yourself relax, your fists uncurling against yoongi so that your hands rest on his chest

you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and that’s all the confirmation you need to know that yoongi really, truly likes you back

yoongi’s hands leave your face so that he can reach down to grasp your hips and pull you towards him, only for his arms to snake around your waist a second later

your hands slide up his chest before your arms wrap loosely around his neck, feeling as though nothing else matters except what’s happening right now

you’ve dreamt about this moment for so long but it’s so much better than you could’ve possibly imagined it to be

and you’re not sure if it’s the copious amount of champagne that you consumed tonight but you just feel so warm inside

yoongi pulls away (far too soon for your liking), his eyes lidded and hazy as he smiles fondly down at you, “happy new year, boss.”

you can’t fight back the wide grin on your face when he leans down to nudge his nose against yours, both of your hearts undoubtedly beating in time

“happy new year, secretary min.”

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