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PRETTY DOLL

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Surprise! A short little update since I had some time today.

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Idol Yoongi x Female Spouse Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, body insecurity, hints of cheating, Jealousy, maybe more…

Part 1

You mindlessly wiped down the counter to pass the time and make your shift go a little quicker when your boss came walking in.

“Y/N make sure you sell the rest of that cherry pie. It’s about to spoil and since it was your suggestion to start selling it I’m taking it out of your paycheck if we don’t.”, he directed before storming into his office and slamming the door. He was lucky the cafe paid decently and was so close to your apartment otherwise you would have quit a long time ago.

Some time later as you were folding some napkins the bell on the door chimed indicating a new customer had arrived. You put on your best customer service smile and walked over to the register to take their order.

“Hi welcome to Comfy Cafe. How can I help you today?”, you asked.

“Hi uh yeah can I please get a large iced americano?”, the man in front of you spoke. He looked familiar. You knew he was most likely an idol signed by one of the companies headquartered near the cafe. The way he dressed and his mint colored hair was not the usual style your everyday customers had, but you couldn’t quite place who he was.

“Would you like to add any bakery items?”, you asked hoping for an upsell to please your boss.

He shook his head while digging around in his wallet looking for his credit card.

You continued, “We have a really tasty cherry pie! And cherries are actually quite good for you too by the way. They have antioxidant properties, are heart healthy, AND can help with your sleep thanks to containing some melatonin.”

Finally the guy looked up at you with his eyebrow raised, “And also loads of sugar and fat that I’m pretty sure cancels all of that out.”

Your face fell slightly, “Right... I guess so.”, you chuckled feeling silly, “One large iced americano coming right up.”

You placed the drink on the counter and began ringing up his order when he stopped you, “Oh and uh add on a slice of cherry pie.” You perked up and nodded excitedly, “Cherries are also high in fiber so there’s that too!” You heard the guy laugh making you turn nearly as red as the pie you were holding, but the relief you felt knowing you were one slice closer to not loosing a portion of your hard earned paycheck made a huge smile spread across your face. You packaged everything up while he paid and then waved a good bye before walking out the door. By the end of your shift there was only one slice of pie left and you ended up purchasing it with your free daily employee meal so none of it had to come out of your check.

That same guy started coming into the little cafe every couple of days. One of the days your coworker helped you figure out that he was Yoongi or Suga from the group BTS. She was Jungkook biased herself so you heard a lot about the group that day.

For being famous, Yoongi was always very polite and friendly when he would come in. He would order an americano and a slice of cherry pie each time, usually to-go but sometimes he would stick around and eat at the cafe while having a conversation with you. There were even a few times that he brought the rest of the group which your boss absolutely loved you for since they pretty much cleared out the display case of various pastries.

Eventually Yoongi asked you out on a date. One date turned into two and then three and four then next thing you knew you were his girlfriend. All the while he was still coming into the cafe at least once a week, as long as they weren’t on a tour, and would order a coffee and a slice of cherry pie. You offered him other items, the banana bread was good and the cinnamon rolls were to die for, but he stuck with the same cherry pie.

It wasn’t until your first anniversary that he finally confessed something he had been hiding for a long time. You had surprised him with some homemade cherry candies. It was your grandma’s recipe that included cherries and whiskey, two of his favorite things…or so you thought. You were so excited to give him the gift. He thanked you profusely, but you could tell something was off. After some prodding he finally told you the truth.

He hated cherries. He hated everything about them. The way they felt, the way they stained everything red. The way they tasted. He hated fresh cherries, cherry cobbler, cherry jello, and even cherry pie. He hated the cherry flavored medicine his mom used to give him when he had a sore throat. He hated the sickly sweet and artificial cherry scented perfume his aunt always wore. He even hated the cherry chapstick that his sixth grade crush was wearing the day he worked up the courage to kiss her.

But most of all he hated the way you frowned and looked so defeated that first day he met you at the cafe when he declined your offer of the pie. So he went against everything he believed in and ordered a slice of the cherry pie and the way your face lit up again into a bright smile made him realize that maybe he could like cherries even if just a little bit.

The days he took the pie to go were easy because he could pass along the slice to one of the other boys who gladly gobbled down the dessert without issue and then in the days he had a little extra time and would eat in the cafe so he could spend some more time with you he would focus on your pretty face and the conversation between you two instead of the cherry abomination on his plate.

As he told you all of this you felt both butterflies that he was willing to suffer like that just to see you smile, but you also felt terrible too.

Then you had a realization and burst into laughter and in between giggles had to explain how at one point your boss wanted to take the cherry pie off of the menu since it wasn’t a big seller and was hard to keep fresh, but you begged and pleaded with him to keep it. The last thing you wanted was to have to tell Yoongi he couldn’t get his slice of pie so eventually your boss relented and kept the pie on the menu. But you were required to come into work hours early every day to make the pies yourself. So for months you woke up super early and walked to the cafe just to make sure there was a cherry pie available in case Yoongi walked through the door.

The both of you realized you had been unnecessarily suffering for each other over this and that is how cherries became a symbol of your love for one another.

“Y/N! Y/N please wait!”, your husband was shouting as he tried to push his way through the crowd. You were on a mission to find your daughter and get out of that place as fast as you could. Your feet were burning, your legs felt wobbly, and your back ached, but you pushed yourself to walk as fast as you could waddle because the thought of being anywhere near Yoongi hurt more than any of that.

“Momma! Did you see me?! Did you love it?!”, Hana came running up to you in the hall. She was carrying the little bouquet of flowers Yoongi had arranged to have delivered for her and the rest of the class.

“You did so great baby! I’m so proud of you.”, you exclaimed leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead, “Now go get your coat. We need to go.”

“Y/N.”, Yoongi gasped out of breath behind you. You ignored him while keeping your focus on the door so you could grab Hana as soon as she came out.

“Baby…”, he said reaching for your hand, but you pulled away.

“Don’t baby me. Leave now before Hana comes out. I’ll let her know you had a work thing to go to.”, you said hoping the anger in your voice covered the quivering sound from you being about to cry.

“Y/N, please… let’s talk about this. Let me explain.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes before shaking your head and turning away from him.

He continued, “You’re going to get yourself worked up and it’s not good for you or the baby. Let’s go home. We’ll put Hana to bed and then I can make sure you’re taken care of. Then we can talk.”

“Fuck off Yoongi! What is there to talk about?! You want to explain to me how long you’ve been cheating on me with that woman? Do you want to talk about how deprived of intimacy I am lately while you’re out fucking her and who knows who else? There is nothing to talk about!”, by the time you were finished you were out of breath and had tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt shaky and were sure a few of the people around you were staring if not listening in.

You weren’t sure what you really expected from him, but Yoongi was as stoic as ever as he silently stared at you. He finally went to speak, but Hana excitedly came running into the hallway and jumped into his arms. He spun her around and gave her cheek a kiss before gently setting her down while you hastily wiped away your tears so she wouldn’t see.

Then he surprised you when he reached for your coat that was being squeezed to death in your shaking hands. He held it open for you and helped you get it on, even making sure it was buttoned up with your scarf neatly tied around your neck. He did the same for Hana before grabbing her hand and leading her towards the exit while you silently followed behind them.

When you walked through the door of your home Hana shouted goodnight and went sprinting to her room to start getting ready for bed after you promised her chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast if she didn’t make bedtime difficult. You were in no mood for it.

“I’ll start her bath. You need to take your vitamins.”, Yoongi said while hanging up his coat.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.”, you shook your head, “But you’re not staying here. Get out Yoongi.”

“Y/N…”

“No!”, you hissed trying to keep your voice down, “You cheated on me Yoongi. The only reason I even got in the car with you was so that Hana wouldn’t get upset at the school and cause a scene. So leave now before she comes back out and I’ll tell her you had an emergency at work.”

“Wh-Where am I supposed to go?”

You scoffed, “I don’t care. Go to your studio. Go to one of the boys. Go to that woman’s house! I’m sure she has more of your clothes you can wear for the night or don’t wear any at all! It’s not like you need them while you’re fucking each other anyways.”

At that same moment you felt a sharp pain sear through your side and you doubled over in pain.

“Y/N!”, he whispered before running to your side in an instant and rubbing your belly with his hand. He helped you to your bed and got out your favorite pajamas to place down next to you. He left the room before returning shortly with a glass of water, your vitamins, some milk, and bowl with various fruits along with a chocolate chip cookie that he had warmed up just the way you liked it. You felt a lump forming in your throat that you couldn’t quite get down.

He grabbed a bag and shoved a few items inside it. Then he cleared his throat, “I’ll leave Y/N, but I’m only leaving because I don’t want to upset you any more than you already are right now. It’s not good for you or the baby and it’s terrifying me. I want you to rest and then we’ll discuss this tomorrow. Call me immediately if you need anything.”, he said before closing the bedroom door and walking down the hall. You heard him open up Hana’s door to take a quick peak before closing it again and then a few moments later you heard the familiar beeps of the front door signaling it getting opened and shut and then he was gone.

Now that you were alone in the comfort of your own bed you finally broke down into sobs. You were so exhausted physically and emotionally that you were unable to even change out of your dress. You buried your face into your pillow hoping to hide the sounds from Hana.

You had asked him to leave and he did, but for some reason that hurt more than anything. Maybe a part of you wanted him to stay and argue with you, even if it lasted all night and went round and round to go nowhere. You wanted him to say something hurtful to you so that you would know he was hurting too. You wanted him to make you feel like he wanted to fight for you…for your marriage and family, but instead he walked away and left you replaying the nights events over and over. It left you wondering if and when he had stopped feeling anything for you and maybe all of this was why things had been feeling so off between you two lately.

[dasisugarun]

valentino suits him u know 150 days before yoongi is back or 488/638 days of service are done

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[nataliamin]

I miss you my love ♡

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⋆˙⟡ step by step #6 ❤︎ m.list

note : this is kinda short

contents : mentions fo cheating, caught cheating (not oc or jk)

wc : 500+

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I was back at work, holding onto a stack of documents and files. My knee had healed completely, but Jungkook still insisted on hovering over me like a mother hen, claiming it was all part of the "post-healing process."

He didn’t need to be that attentive anymore, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

As I navigated the office hallways, Yoongi’s voice came through the intercom. "Ms. L/N, to my office, please."

I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh. "Of course," I muttered to myself, heading toward his office door.

Pushing the door open, I froze in place.

"Oh…" The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. some random girl, young and blonde was practically sprawled on top of him, her hands tangled in his hair.

Both of them turned to look at me.

"I’m sorry," I muttered, loud enough for Yoongi to hear, before stepping back and closing the door. The girl bumped into my shoulder on her way out, throwing a dirty look over her shoulder.

Once she was gone, I stepped back inside, glaring at Yoongi. "What do you want?"

He smirked, fixing his shirt and tie like nothing had happened. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want, sir?" I said, mocking the title with a bitter edge.

Leaning back in his chair, Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Are you back with Jungkook?"

The question hit me like a brick, but I refused to let it show. Swallowing hard, I kept my posture straight. "I don’t answer personal questions at work."

Yoongi chuckled darkly, his gaze sharp. "One of his students is my stepdaughter," he said, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

My jaw dropped slightly. "Oh my god," I muttered, genuinely shocked.

"I knew you liked older women," I teased, trying to mask the awkwardness of the moment, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood.

"Shut up," he muttered through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed.

I smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, I get it. You don’t like being the older one in the relationship because it makes you feel like a grandpa, huh?"

Yoongi shot me a glare, his jaw tightening as I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You better behave, boss," I added playfully. "Your stepdaughter’s grades are in Jungkook’s hands- my Jungkook’s hands."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaning forward slightly. "Relax. She’s the top student in his class."

My eyebrows shot up. "Oh—Mariam?!"

He nodded, and I shrugged. "She’s a nice girl," I said casually, but then my expression shifted, my mind going back to the girl I’d just seen leaving his office.

"But the girl who just left…" I trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

Yoongi said nothing, his silence answering the question for him.

"You…" I scoffed, shaking my head in disappointment. "Just like they say, ‘once a cheater, always a cheater.’"

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, and his smirk turned cold. "Oh, please. Like you’re innocent. Don’t act like you never cheated on Jungkook."

I froze, the bitterness bubbling to the surface. "I didn’t cheat on Jungkook," I said sharply, my voice firm.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Didn’t you?"

I clenched my fists, my voice cutting through the tension like ice. "I left him for you, Yoongi. Because you told me to. And I was foolish enough to believe in you—foolish enough to leave him for a man who turned around and left me for another girl when you moved overseas."

His smirk faltered for the first time, but I wasn’t finished.

"You left me broken, and you don’t even have the decency to admit it."

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but I raised a hand, cutting him off. "And now? You’re doing the same thing all over again. I hope whoever she was realizes what a waste of time you are before it’s too late."

I straightened my posture, glaring at him one last time. "If you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and shut the door firmly behind me, leaving Yoongi behind with nothing but his silence.

[forg-tfuljoon]

Ah. I miss him.

i would show him my world, but I'm sure he owns a mirror 🌹

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[dasisugarun]

i found sugamon of the day

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Daechwita, Watercolour and Gouache on cotton paper, 2022

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