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orchidyoonkook · 1 year ago
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I wish you would write a fic where: UTWT Yoongi and Reader were cuddling while it was raining outside. 🥰
(This is just for that post you shared - although I would be over the moon if you did do this. But you do whatever your heart desires!!)
You're the best and I hope you have a lovely week. 💕
Rainfall Brings Tomorrow | MYG
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Pairing: UTWT Badboy! Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader
Genre // Rating: (T) | fluff, touch of angst, some self reflection
Summary: You leave tomorrow, and there's one thing you need to say goodbye too.
Warnings: none! I think. Reader just thinks a lot.
Word Count: 923
Release Date: October 19, 2023, 3:00PM
A/N: Well I wrote this from 2am to 6:14am. I didn't even see this ask until about 1:30am and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I hope it lives up to your expectations, dearest Anon.
A/N 1.5: This was written in 3 hours and then only edited twice. I think it's coherent but if there are mistakes, please forgive.
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The soft patter of rainfall falls around you, filling your ears with earthsong. His soft breaths flow in a steady rhythm to its beat, and the patio umbrella you shoved into the ground is doing its job well, keeping your resting forms dry from the delicate cadence of an afternoon shower. 
Your pond vibrates in its own little symphony of ripples, ducks hidden away in their nests while it plays. The boughs and branches of your home away from home rustle in its light wind, their tune mixing in beautifully with the rest. 
It’s cold and overcast out, but his body keeps you warm, as yours keeps his. He sits in your usual spot, back against the years worn wooden truck, while you sit against his chest, both covered by his leather jacket, preserving the heat you two were just beginning to learn to share with one another. 
It’s the day before you leave.
The day before you say ‘fuck you and goodnight’ to everyone and everything in your town, hop on the back of a motorcycle and never look back. 
But you needed to have one last visit to the place that brought you and Yoongi together for the first time, plus all the times after. And you wanted him here with you when you did. 
To say goodbye. To the one thing you would miss more than anything else.
Your willow tree. 
Yoongi’s arms circle your waist as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His touch still sends sparks anywhere it lands on your skin, and you hope that it never goes away. Hope it never dulls or fades. Because you’re learning way too fast that it’s becoming one of your favourite things, and you don’t even want to think of what you’d do if you lost it. 
A gentle kiss at your exposed neck, under your ear, lets you know he’s finished the page. But you still have a couple sentences to go as you hold The Mysterious Island open with a hand through the jacket sleeve for both of you to read.
You found it suiting, to truly bring this chapter in your lives a full three hundred and sixty degrees before closing it forever. And that’s what you need more than anything, you think. 
Closure. 
Because as much as you hate it here, and as much as you can’t wait to go, it’s all you’ve ever known. And while this change is good and needed and necessary, it’s also incredibly scary. 
You hate that a very small part of you doesn’t want to go, for the sake of familiarity. It’s safe here. You know what to expect. You know what will happen, when it will happen, what to do, where to go, who you’ll become. There’s a guideline written into your future by your past here. One you’ve never wanted to follow and always wanted to change.
But there are the absolutely terrifying ‘what if’s’ that comes with big change. What if you leave and it’s no better than where you were? What if you somehow mess all of it up? What if nothing goes to plan, everything goes to shit, and you’re forced to come back?
That’s your biggest nightmare, and it could very easily become your reality. 
But it’s not enough to change your mind. 
You’re going. Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving, come hell or high water or…maybe rain water if this keeps up. And you’re taking the man currently drawing you closer into him with you. 
He takes a quiet inhale of your hair, happily drowning in your scent. Yoongi’s still settling into the fact that the woman he’s holding is his. At least for now. The one that always caught his eye. The one that he never knew he could want so badly. The one who reads with him on a rainy afternoon in their shared space so she can say goodbye to the only thing that was kind to her, with him here to support her.
He’ll support you however you need, forever if he can.
His girl.
Pulling your legs up to rest the book on, you flip the page though your focus wavers, and you stare out into the shower blurred haze of your favourite place. 
This is the last time you’ll ever be here, so you take in every detail you can. The way the grass feels underneath you, the shape of the pond and the colour of its water. You commit the height of the tree and the ebb and flow of its leaves to memory as best you can. You take in the feeling of Yoongi behind you, remembering how he used to sit a foot away from you.
How every day, whether you realized it or not, he got just a little bit closer.
And before you can stop it, a silent tear slides down your face. You wipe it away but Yoongi catches it, and gives you a reassuring squeeze.
“You okay?” he asks. 
You are.
It’s just finally hitting you that your years of pain and loneliness and misery are ending. You’re finally taking control of your life like you’ve always planned, and better yet, you aren’t doing it alone. You have someone now. 
You can’t remember the last time you had that. 
“Yeah,” you say, lifting your chin to look at him. “I think I’m going to be just fine.”
Holding the book back up, you see you’ve reached the final chapter. And somehow you know, it’s the first chapter of your own.
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A/N 2: Thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, Yoon <3
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orchidyoonkook · 1 year ago
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Anonie I got your UTWT drabble request, jsyk. It might take me a minute to do, but I wanted to let you know I got it and I'll think of something <3
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violetsiren90 · 1 year ago
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Yoon.
I....
They...
I've already read this through three times.
The description of the rain and the tree and the pond? Magical. So, so poetic and lovely.
The nostalgia and the melancholy and the hope that trickled through this like the rainfall. When you write them, it wounds me in the way only deeply beautiful things can - piercing my heart and reminding me that it can bleed.
And the reading together? The little kiss for a page turn?? SOMEONE FETCH THE SMELLING SALTS, I'M SWOONING.
Thank you so much for writing this!!! What a gift on a Thursday afternoon. I needed to be reminded that life is beautiful in the small things, and they were just the two for the job.
You're the tops, my friend. ❤️
I wish you would write a fic where: UTWT Yoongi and Reader were cuddling while it was raining outside. 🥰
(This is just for that post you shared - although I would be over the moon if you did do this. But you do whatever your heart desires!!)
You're the best and I hope you have a lovely week. 💕
Rainfall Brings Tomorrow | MYG
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Pairing: UTWT Badboy! Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader
Genre // Rating: (T) | fluff, touch of angst, some self reflection
Summary: You leave tomorrow, and there's one thing you need to say goodbye too.
Warnings: none! I think. Reader just thinks a lot.
Word Count: 923
Release Date: October 19, 2023, 3:00PM
A/N: Well I wrote this from 2am to 6:14am. I didn't even see this ask until about 1:30am and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I hope it lives up to your expectations, dearest Anon.
A/N 1.5: This was written in 3 hours and then only edited twice. I think it's coherent but if there are mistakes, please forgive.
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The soft patter of rainfall falls around you, filling your ears with earthsong. His soft breaths flow in a steady rhythm to its beat, and the patio umbrella you shoved into the ground is doing its job well, keeping your resting forms dry from the delicate cadence of an afternoon shower. 
Your pond vibrates in its own little symphony of ripples, ducks hidden away in their nests while it plays. The boughs and branches of your home away from home rustle in its light wind, their tune mixing in beautifully with the rest. 
It’s cold and overcast out, but his body keeps you warm, as yours keeps his. He sits in your usual spot, back against the years worn wooden truck, while you sit against his chest, both covered by his leather jacket, preserving the heat you two were just beginning to learn to share with one another. 
It’s the day before you leave.
The day before you say ‘fuck you and goodnight’ to everyone and everything in your town, hop on the back of a motorcycle and never look back. 
But you needed to have one last visit to the place that brought you and Yoongi together for the first time, plus all the times after. And you wanted him here with you when you did. 
To say goodbye. To the one thing you would miss more than anything else.
Your willow tree. 
Yoongi’s arms circle your waist as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His touch still sends sparks anywhere it lands on your skin, and you hope that it never goes away. Hope it never dulls or fades. Because you’re learning way too fast that it’s becoming one of your favourite things, and you don’t even want to think of what you’d do if you lost it. 
A gentle kiss at your exposed neck, under your ear, lets you know he’s finished the page. But you still have a couple sentences to go as you hold The Mysterious Island open with a hand through the jacket sleeve for both of you to read.
You found it suiting, to truly bring this chapter in your lives a full three hundred and sixty degrees before closing it forever. And that’s what you need more than anything, you think. 
Closure. 
Because as much as you hate it here, and as much as you can’t wait to go, it’s all you’ve ever known. And while this change is good and needed and necessary, it’s also incredibly scary. 
You hate that a very small part of you doesn’t want to go, for the sake of familiarity. It’s safe here. You know what to expect. You know what will happen, when it will happen, what to do, where to go, who you’ll become. There’s a guideline written into your future by your past here. One you’ve never wanted to follow and always wanted to change.
But there are the absolutely terrifying ‘what if’s’ that comes with big change. What if you leave and it’s no better than where you were? What if you somehow mess all of it up? What if nothing goes to plan, everything goes to shit, and you’re forced to come back?
That’s your biggest nightmare, and it could very easily become your reality. 
But it’s not enough to change your mind. 
You’re going. Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving, come hell or high water or…maybe rain water if this keeps up. And you’re taking the man currently drawing you closer into him with you. 
He takes a quiet inhale of your hair, happily drowning in your scent. Yoongi’s still settling into the fact that the woman he’s holding is his. At least for now. The one that always caught his eye. The one that he never knew he could want so badly. The one who reads with him on a rainy afternoon in their shared space so she can say goodbye to the only thing that was kind to her, with him here to support her.
He’ll support you however you need, forever if he can.
His girl.
Pulling your legs up to rest the book on, you flip the page though your focus wavers, and you stare out into the shower blurred haze of your favourite place. 
This is the last time you’ll ever be here, so you take in every detail you can. The way the grass feels underneath you, the shape of the pond and the colour of its water. You commit the height of the tree and the ebb and flow of its leaves to memory as best you can. You take in the feeling of Yoongi behind you, remembering how he used to sit a foot away from you.
How every day, whether you realized it or not, he got just a little bit closer.
And before you can stop it, a silent tear slides down your face. You wipe it away but Yoongi catches it, and gives you a reassuring squeeze.
“You okay?” he asks. 
You are.
It’s just finally hitting you that your years of pain and loneliness and misery are ending. You’re finally taking control of your life like you’ve always planned, and better yet, you aren’t doing it alone. You have someone now. 
You can’t remember the last time you had that. 
“Yeah,” you say, lifting your chin to look at him. “I think I’m going to be just fine.”
Lifting the book back up, you see you’ve reached the final chapter. And somehow you know, it’s the first chapter of your own.
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A/N 2: Thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, Yoon <3
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orchidyoonkook · 11 months ago
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NUH UH NUH UH 😭😭😭😭😭 dude that’s so amazing to hear 😭♥️♥️♥️. And the fact that you RE read it!??? **On my knees, bowing the lowest I possibly can at your feet**
I adore you Remmy. Thank you for this ♥️
I wish you would write a fic where: UTWT Yoongi and Reader were cuddling while it was raining outside. 🥰
(This is just for that post you shared - although I would be over the moon if you did do this. But you do whatever your heart desires!!)
You're the best and I hope you have a lovely week. 💕
Rainfall Brings Tomorrow | MYG
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Pairing: UTWT Badboy! Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader
Genre // Rating: (T) | fluff, touch of angst, some self reflection
Summary: You leave tomorrow, and there's one thing you need to say goodbye too.
Warnings: none! I think. Reader just thinks a lot.
Word Count: 923
Release Date: October 19, 2023, 3:00PM
A/N: Well I wrote this from 2am to 6:14am. I didn't even see this ask until about 1:30am and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I hope it lives up to your expectations, dearest Anon.
A/N 1.5: This was written in 3 hours and then only edited twice. I think it's coherent but if there are mistakes, please forgive.
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The soft patter of rainfall falls around you, filling your ears with earthsong. His soft breaths flow in a steady rhythm to its beat, and the patio umbrella you shoved into the ground is doing its job well, keeping your resting forms dry from the delicate cadence of an afternoon shower. 
Your pond vibrates in its own little symphony of ripples, ducks hidden away in their nests while it plays. The boughs and branches of your home away from home rustle in its light wind, their tune mixing in beautifully with the rest. 
It’s cold and overcast out, but his body keeps you warm, as yours keeps his. He sits in your usual spot, back against the years worn wooden truck, while you sit against his chest, both covered by his leather jacket, preserving the heat you two were just beginning to learn to share with one another. 
It’s the day before you leave.
The day before you say ‘fuck you and goodnight’ to everyone and everything in your town, hop on the back of a motorcycle and never look back. 
But you needed to have one last visit to the place that brought you and Yoongi together for the first time, plus all the times after. And you wanted him here with you when you did. 
To say goodbye. To the one thing you would miss more than anything else.
Your willow tree. 
Yoongi’s arms circle your waist as you lean your head back against his shoulder. His touch still sends sparks anywhere it lands on your skin, and you hope that it never goes away. Hope it never dulls or fades. Because you’re learning way too fast that it’s becoming one of your favourite things, and you don’t even want to think of what you’d do if you lost it. 
A gentle kiss at your exposed neck, under your ear, lets you know he’s finished the page. But you still have a couple sentences to go as you hold The Mysterious Island open with a hand through the jacket sleeve for both of you to read.
You found it suiting, to truly bring this chapter in your lives a full three hundred and sixty degrees before closing it forever. And that’s what you need more than anything, you think. 
Closure. 
Because as much as you hate it here, and as much as you can’t wait to go, it’s all you’ve ever known. And while this change is good and needed and necessary, it’s also incredibly scary. 
You hate that a very small part of you doesn’t want to go, for the sake of familiarity. It’s safe here. You know what to expect. You know what will happen, when it will happen, what to do, where to go, who you’ll become. There’s a guideline written into your future by your past here. One you’ve never wanted to follow and always wanted to change.
But there are the absolutely terrifying ‘what if’s’ that comes with big change. What if you leave and it’s no better than where you were? What if you somehow mess all of it up? What if nothing goes to plan, everything goes to shit, and you’re forced to come back?
That’s your biggest nightmare, and it could very easily become your reality. 
But it’s not enough to change your mind. 
You’re going. Tomorrow morning, you’re leaving, come hell or high water or…maybe rain water if this keeps up. And you’re taking the man currently drawing you closer into him with you. 
He takes a quiet inhale of your hair, happily drowning in your scent. Yoongi’s still settling into the fact that the woman he’s holding is his. At least for now. The one that always caught his eye. The one that he never knew he could want so badly. The one who reads with him on a rainy afternoon in their shared space so she can say goodbye to the only thing that was kind to her, with him here to support her.
He’ll support you however you need, forever if he can.
His girl.
Pulling your legs up to rest the book on, you flip the page though your focus wavers, and you stare out into the shower blurred haze of your favourite place. 
This is the last time you’ll ever be here, so you take in every detail you can. The way the grass feels underneath you, the shape of the pond and the colour of its water. You commit the height of the tree and the ebb and flow of its leaves to memory as best you can. You take in the feeling of Yoongi behind you, remembering how he used to sit a foot away from you.
How every day, whether you realized it or not, he got just a little bit closer.
And before you can stop it, a silent tear slides down your face. You wipe it away but Yoongi catches it, and gives you a reassuring squeeze.
“You okay?” he asks. 
You are.
It’s just finally hitting you that your years of pain and loneliness and misery are ending. You’re finally taking control of your life like you’ve always planned, and better yet, you aren’t doing it alone. You have someone now. 
You can’t remember the last time you had that. 
“Yeah,” you say, lifting your chin to look at him. “I think I’m going to be just fine.”
Holding the book back up, you see you’ve reached the final chapter. And somehow you know, it’s the first chapter of your own.
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A/N 2: Thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, Yoon <3
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