#Yoongi smau

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!yoongi (7) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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note: yoongi and oc have the what r we talk,, have a few awh moments,, and r jus so cute... anyways,, my apologies as i'll be fixing my taglist next week ,, too busy n just trying to push out content lol !!! also PLEASE BE SURE TO LEAVE UR @ IN THE COMMENT BOX FOR SPECIFIC FIC TAGLIST STUFF (in the taglist form)

EDIT: mochi < injeolmi

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as yoongi stands outside your door with a plastic bag swinging in one hand—all he can really think about is how amused he is from the 2AM craving text.

he takes a breath, raises his hand to knock, but the door opens before he can and there you stand with puffy cheeks streaked with the telltale signs of crying. 

his smile drops instantly.

“hey,” yoongi’s voice softens, concern etching into his features. “___, what happened? w-why are you crying?”

you try to muster a smile but fail. your lips tremble as you glance at the bag in his hand. letting out a shaky laugh, you wipe your face and take a deep breath in. 

“i don’t even really want pickles and peanut butter,” you admit. “i just… it’s… this isn’t about a pregnancy craving, yoongi.” 

yoongi’s brows knit together and he steps forward. closing the space between you two, suddenly you feel a rush of guilt. 

“okay, then what is it about?” his voice is gentle. he places the bag on the floor so he can rest a hand on your arm, grounding and reassuring. "everything okay? you okay?"

you looks up at him, eyes glassy and full of a vulnerability. 

“i just…” you take another breath, steadying yourself. “i didn’t know how to tell you i wanted you here. just you. no excuses, no weird cravings.”

yoongi’s eyes widen, confusion and something else flashing across his face.

“wait—you could’ve just asked me to come over. i would’ve dropped everything to be here. you know that, right?”

a tear slips down your cheek. shaking your head, a sad smile forms. 

“yeah. we’re friends, yoongi, but we’re not friends.” you say, emphasizing the word. a pang of bitterness lingers. “we’re not close like that. i guess i’m just freaking out because as much as i want this—fuck, i want this so bad… i’m upset that i’m having a baby with someone i can’t even ask to come over without making up an excuse. does that make sense?”

yoongi’s heart clenches. 

he’s struck speechless for a moment. then he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. 

“i get it,” he says quietly. his hand still rests on your arm. he squeezes it lightly. “can i come in? let’s talk about this please.”

you nod and move aside for him. 

yoongi steps into your apartment, closing the door softly behind him.

he heads to the kitchen, methodically placing the jars of pickles and peanut butter on the counter. his movements are slower than usual as the weight of the moment settles in. 

when he turns, he watches you retreat toward your bedroom and for a second—confusion prickles at the back of his mind. 

why aren’t we sitting in the living room? he wonders. 

he’s never been inside your bedroom before. 

… but he follows you anyway, trailing behind you like a shadow.

the room feels more intimate than he expected.

the walls holding a quiet familiarity, but also the tension of something unspoken. you two stand there for a beat, the silence stretching until you blurt out;

“s-sorry. uh, the couch makes my back hurt if i sit there too long. i’m more comfortable in here. is that okay?” 

yoongi takes in your words, a small pang of concern for her comfort, and nods, his usual nonchalance cracking just a bit. 

then, you both settle on the bed.

the awkwardness between you two is palpable. yoongi braces himself for the conversation they both know is coming, hoping the closeness will bridge the distance they’ve been struggling to cross.

“are you regretting this?” you ask, voice quiet and afraid. 

yoongi shakes his head instantly. 

“no. i’m not,” he answers. “are you?”

you also shake your head. 

“no… but, i do wish i thought it through more.” 

he titls his head. “specifically about what? about me?”

you bite bottom lip, trying to find the words to explain how you feel about him. how you feel about everything between you two…

and it’s hard.

it’s difficult because you never had to think twice about yoongi and your friendship.

friends. 

until sometimes, when you two are alone.. it’s friends. 

“let’s be honest,” yoongi begins, cutting your thoughts short. “we’ve always had this weird… in-between thing. but if you need me, you don’t have to make excuses. i’m already here, aren't i? and i’m committed to the baby—our baby. to you, even… so, tell me where your headspace is at. i’ll match it. i’ll place myself in between where you need me and where i want to be for you. you just have to tell me what you want, ___.”

you look at him, eyes searching his for something… then, yoongi continues, his voice sincere and steady.

“we’re about to have a child together, yeah, but more than that… i care about you. always have. so, please don’t think that you have to put up walls or hide what you need from me, okay? i want to see through it. i want to see through you.”

you take a breath, relief washing over her as you nod. 

“okay.” 

and in that small word, a bridge starts to form between them—something real and raw and hopeful.

you and yoongi have never been close. 

there has never been a moment where you were in trouble and thought to yourself; shit i need yoongi’s help.

no. 

there was always hyemi, nam joon, jin, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook before yoongi. not that you liked him the least—if anything; considering the current happenings—maybe you like him the most. but besides that, you two are truly just decent friends. 

everyone in the friendgroup is. 

you laugh at the same jokes, make fun of nam joon when he says something ridiculous, and have each other’s backs when needed—but that’s it. 

or at least it should be.

again, until you’re alone together... then, it’s different. 

there’s this undercurrent.

something unspoken that takes all makes it hard to breathe. it’s the way he leans in when he’s talking to you. it’s the subtle touches he probably doesn’t think about… all these vague flirting moments leave you second-guessing… but you know what is it. you know who he is. 

and that’s what’s confusing. 

in the midst of this in-between—you don’t know how to word what he makes you feel. 

safe?

nervous?

loved?

and now with the baby; it should be more complicated. everything in your life feels more complicated but somehow; what you are—or what you aren’t—hasn’t changed at all. 

you’re still friends.

friends. 

“can we talk about this?” you speak out. “like first… what are we?”

yoongi’s eyes widen. 

he wasn’t ready for this question, but he also doesn’t hate it. he’s been wanting to know too. he’s been thinking about it too. 

“what do you want us to be?” 

you gulp, not knowing if he’ll like the answer you’re about to give. 

“friends,” you tell him. “is that ridiculous?”

yoongi shrugs. “only if you make it to be.”

“it’s just… i feel like i need to get to know you more. i didn’t even save your number in my phone until last year. we’ve been friends for over 3 years, yoongi… also, i don’t know your favourite colour. i don’t know your birthdate because i always confuse it with hobi’s… yours is in february, right?”

“march.”

you throw your head back, letting out a sharp and loud hiss. 

“fuck—s-see what i mean?” you take a breath and regulate. then, you reach for his hand and squeeze it. “i’m sorry. we’ve been decent friends but truth be told sometimes i feel like a stranger to you. i didn’t think this through—”

“it’s fine,” yoongi says, patting your back. “we’re not complete strangers. you know things about me, ___. don’t act like you don’t just because you’re scared. and, you know what? we can get to know each other more as the pregnancy goes on. besides, once the baby comes out—you’re stuck with me for life. i mean, it’s our baby.”

your lips curve into a small smile. 

“is our baby gonna have two cribs?” you blurt. “hyemi made a passing comment and for some reason i keep picturing it. two cribs.. two sets of clothes.. two homes.. two car seats—”

“one then,” yoongi simplifies it for you. “move in with me or i move in with you.”

you blink at him. 

“...hear me out,” yoongi says, voice calm but his eyes serious, holding yours as if he’s trying to make sure every word sticks. ���we already spend so much time together—in our friendgroup setting at least… and i know it won’t be perfect. we’ll annoy each other, i’m sure, but it’ll be easier. for both of us. we won’t have to juggle back and forth or worry about where the baby should be or whose place has what.”

you swallow. 

the image of two cribs still lingering in your mind, mixing with the new picture he’s painting—one home, one set of everything, a shared life that feels both thrilling and terrifying. 

“yoongi…” you start, your voice wavering. “it’s not just about convenience. moving in together means… a lot. and what if we make things harder? what if it complicates everything more than it should?”

he nods, understanding the hesitation even as he inches a little closer, his presence grounding you. 

“i get that,” he says. “but we’ve already made things complicated, haven’t we?” his lips curve into a small, almost hopeful smile. “this way, at least, we’ll be complicated together. and if it doesn’t work, we’ll figure it out, for the baby’s sake. we owe it to them—and to ourselves—to at least try.”

you want to say yes.

to fall into this idea of a shared space, of yoongi always being just a few steps away, but the weight of uncertainty keeps you frozen. 

“i don’t know,” you murmur, dropping your gaze to your hands. “it’s a big step… and i’m scared of what it could mean… for us.”

yoongi reaches over, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. 

“i’m scared too,” he admits softly. “but i’d rather try and fail than not try at all. just… think about it, okay? no pressure. maybe a timer though. baby is coming soon.”

you finally look up, meeting his eyes, the sincerity there chipping away at your worries. a small, reluctant smile tugs at your lips. 

“hahaha… okay. yeah, i’ll think about it,” you promise, and the room feels a little lighter, hope lingering between you both. "... what if we buy baby things and leave it at yours? i think... i do want to move in with you. i think your points make sense and honestly? i've been thinking about us a lot... let's just do it slowly, okay?"

yoongi leans back slightly, studying your expression before he continues. 

“okay, if we’re doing this, I want to do it right,” he says, the seriousness of his tone making you focus. “since we're confessing.. truth be told, i’ve been struggling with this entire thing too. ___, i don’t want to be the dad who just shows up when it’s convenient or only takes half the responsibility. until we figure out the whole moving-in thing… i need you to keep me in the loop. not even the loop—in it. everything, okay? every appointment, every little thing the doctor says. even if it’s something silly, like craving pickles at 2 in the morning, call me. i want to be here. i meant it when i said i need you to figure out how to need me.” 

you nod slowly, his words settling into your chest. the way he’s looking at you—it’s like he’s already preparing himself for every moment he might miss if you don’t.

“and i'm serious about appointments,” yoongi adds, his voice softening just a little, the corners of his lips turning up in a small smile. “i want to know every detail. hear the heartbeat, see the ultrasounds, even if it means i have to reschedule work. screw it, honestly. you and baby are my priority… i’m gonna do everything to make you know that you deserve to feel like we’re doing this together.”

a lump forms in your throat, and you swallow, feeling the weight of his commitment. 

“you really mean that,” you say quietly, more to yourself than him. “yoongi…”

“of course, i do.” he pauses, his eyes holding yours with that steady, unwavering calm. “we might not be close, but this baby deserves two parents who are trying their best. and maybe…” he hesitates, his voice dropping lower. “maybe this will help us become more than just friends who share stolen glances. more than whatever weird, in-between thing we have.”

a beat.

“shit, do we have to talk about that now?”

he laughs. 

“no,” he shrugs. “i’m not in a rush. i’m cool with taking things slow. i have a lifetime with you anyway. also have a feeling you'll be moved in with me in a week or two.”

you roll your eyes and he chuckles.

then, you’re silent for a moment, processing the vulnerability he’s showing, the way he’s extending himself for both you and the baby. 

“okay,” you finally say. “i’ll call more. i’ll update you on everything. breakfast and prenatals and all.”

yoongi snickers at you. “... and when we’re finally living together… we’ll figure out a routine that works for both of us. we’ll make it as easy as possible… for all three of us.”

before you know it, you launch yourself at him.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your torso, returning the hug without hesitations. for a moment, it feels safe, like he’s anchoring you to something solid amidst all the uncertainty.

when you pull away, you glance up at him, nerves tightening in your chest. 

“can you… stay the night?” you ask, your voice softer than you mean it to be. “i guess that’s what i meant with the pickles and peanut butter.”

yoongi snorts at you. 

“i knew it.”

he earns a hit to his chest, but he takes it like a champ. even though he’s teasing you, there’s something so reassuring in the way he says it. 

“i'm already in my pajamas... i’ll just use the bathroom real quick. be right back.”

as yoongi makes his way to the bathroom, he flicks on the light and notices the little details of your life scattered around the sink. toothpaste, skincare products, and…

a blue toothbrush placed neatly next to yours. 

his heart stumbles at the sight, realization washing over him. 

it’s for him. 

you had thought about him even in the smallest of ways, planning for him to be here.

what the fuck is his heart supposed to do with this?

it tugs.

it skips a beat.

it races.

it falls for you a little more.

when he returns to your bedroom, he finds you already lying in bed, looking smaller and more vulnerable under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. he hesitates, unsure of how to fit into this space with you. the silence stretches awkwardly between you both as he slips under the covers.

neither of you knows quite how to lie together. 

you both fidget, trying not to make it more awkward, until you shift uncomfortably, a small wince escaping your lips. 

“ugh,” you mumble, “my back hurts.”

yoongi is at your side instantly. his nonchalant demeanor slipping away as he sits up. 

“here, let me help,” he murmurs, carefully guiding you to reposition. his hands are gentle but firm as he encourages you to lie partially against him, your body leaning into his. he wraps his arms around your belly, cradling you and the baby, and nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck. the warmth of his breath sends a small shiver down your spine, but it melts away as you sink into his embrace.

you both stay still, letting the comfort settle in. slowly, the awkwardness ebbs, replaced by a sense of calm as you relax against him.

just as you’re on the edge of sleep, you murmur something faintly. 

“yoongi?”

“mhmm?

“injeolmi...” you whisper.

yoongi stirs, confused. 

“huh?” he whispers back, trying not to disturb you too much. “are you craving injeolmi? i’ll get you some tomorrow–”

you smile sleepily, eyes already closed. 

“no.. our baby looks like injeolmi,” you explain, your words trailing off into drowsiness. “the ultrasound… injeolmi. let’s call our baby injeolmi for now.”

yoongi heart squeezes at the endearing name, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“injeolmi,” he repeats, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “okay. baby injeolmi it is.”

wrapped in each other’s warmth, you both drift off, with yoongi holding you close. all he thinks about before falling asleep is;

baby injeolmi, you are so loved.

[secretsecretbunny]

can I get a what ur snapchat would look like if Yoongi was ur bf? 🥺 please and thank you 🙏🏻💜

of course, pookie! I love doing these, they're always so fun to do. I hope you like it 😚💕

masterlist

[lxvemaze]

instagram stories with bf!yoongi

namjoon, jin, yoongi, hobi, jimin, taehyung, jungkook

[jeondesu]

hii im new here 😭😭 could u do texts with daddy!yoongi

haiii welcome anonnie ! :3 my apologies for taking a little while to complete this but nonetheless i hope you like them !! ♡

dad!yoongi x f!reader ★ ( texts 💬 )

[youmyjhope]

hi !!! could u make an audio of yoongi fucking but like ✨ high✨ ? 😮‍💨 help a girl out pleaaase

......its giving drunk yoongi

[prodbtsblog]

"it's a deal" a min yoongi social media au

sinopse: when you were younger making a deal with min yoongi sounded like a great plan. when needed you'd help each other no questions asked. well, who would've thought 5 years later that deal would come back to haunt you and demand your help. no questions asked.

tags: smau; enemies to lovers; crack

release date: 21st of September

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masterlist:

part one. WHO

part two. min devil

part three. roomies again

part four. haunted brain

part five. clown vibes

part six. alibi

part seven. insanity only

part eight. sleepwalking

part nine. genius

part ten. domesticated air

part eleven. eyes that see

part twelve. like you?? me??

part thirteen. hand holding

part fourteen. a deal is a deal

part fifteen. JAIL

part sixteen. shovel and a rose

part fifteen. friends only

part nineteen. overrated

part twenty. feelings and tactics

part twenty-one. horrible plan

part twenty-two. a disaster

part twenty-three. accidental flowers

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a.n. hi! this is my first social media au I hope u all enjoy, give it support and honest feedback!! 💕 comment bellow to be tagged ☆

[yoongimedia]

txt messages with yoongi (+18)

warnings: yn trying to be funny, yoongi being mean, mentions of sex

type: imessage

[yonkimint]

Without You [Yoongi x Reader, Hobi x Reader]

25. Betrayal ✎

Jin rushes to the driver’s side of Yoongi’s car, sliding between his group mate and the metal death trap he’s about to climb into. Meeting the rapper’s glare, Jin flashes his brilliant, self-effacing smile and says, “Maybe you should let me drive.”

He holds out his hand expectantly for the keys, holding the smile until Yoongi relents. He all but slams the keys into Jin’s hands before stalking around to the passenger side and clambering inside. Jin arches his neck back, stealing a calming breath while he stares up at the glowing moon, and then slides into the driver’s seat.

“Do we actually need to go to the studio?” he asks, starting the ignition.

Yoongi lets out a scream instead of answering.

Jin nods, as if this is exactly the answer he was expecting, and backs out of his in-laws' driveway. He might as well head back to Seoul but he figures they’ll probably end up at Yoongi’s apartment rather than the studio. He still hasn’t totally pieced together what set Yoongi off but he knows it has to do with Jay provoking him about y/n.

The silence stretches between them as they get on the road but still Jin doesn’t push. He’s learned that it’s best to let Yoongi stew on things and then speak when he’s ready. He knows it’s hard for Yoongi to put his feelings into words but he finds a way eventually.

After what feels like an eternity, Yoongi sighs and drops his head into his hands. Jin keeps his hand steady on the wheel but takes a moment to look Yoongi over. His shoulders are shaking and barely audible over the whir of the air conditioning he sniffles.

Jin returns his attention to the road but reaches across the center console to pat his friend’s shoulder.

“Did you know?” Yoongi hiccups.

“Did I know what?” Jin counters.

“I know you knew about Seojun. There’s no way y/n kept her child from Irene and there’s no way Irene would keep that a secret from you but did you know he was mine?” Yoongi asks. He’s pulled his face out of his hands now and is staring pointedly at his hyung.

Jin swallows hard. So that’s what this is all about. He’s honestly more impressed that Yoongi didn’t have a more dramatic reaction. y/n and Jay survived and that’s surprising considering how scathing Yoongi can be when he wants to be. That’ll probably come after Yoongi has come down from his shock.

He nods, “I knew.”

“Hyung!” Yoongi moans, falling back in his seat, “How could you keep that a secret from me?”

“It wasn’t my secret to tell you,” Jin says. It’s a flimsy argument considering that Yoongi really did deserve to know. Everyone had had misgivings about y/n’s decision, of course, but they had respected her wishes at Yoongi’s expense.

“Why does everyone keep betraying me?” Yoongi sniffs, “You’re supposed to be my best friend, Seokjin.”

His words wound Jin. He’s right though. For Yoongi, the people that he has loved and trusted the most have all left him without hearing him out. They’ve ignored him or lied to him and now Jin is included in that list of people. He wants to be angry at y/n for making him complicit but he knows there was no clear right choice.

“I know, Yoongi, I’m sorry,” he says, “How did you find out?”

Yoongi scoffs, the sound so bitter, so pained, that Jin worries for y/n when he eventually lets it out on her. “Jay told me.”

This surprises Jin. Jay had been firmly in y/n’s corner this whole time. She might kill him for it.

“And you know, that’s understandable. It’s so obvious that he’s in love with her so it makes sense he’d try to drive a wedge between us but when I realized he was telling the truth? I feel sick, hyung,” Yoongi confesses.

“I’m surprised you didn’t rage at both of them right then,” Jin says.

Yoongi shakes his head, “In front of her parents? In front of…” — his next words come out strangled — “the baby? I wasn’t going to humiliate myself like that.”

“I guess that’s a good call. You are reacting way better than I would have if I found out the love of my life hid a child from me,” Jin says.

“Love of my life,” Yoongi scoffs again, “What a joke.”

Jin grimaces. He has no right to be disappointed about Yoongi reacting this way but a part of him had held out hope that Yoongi and y/n would find their way back to each other eventually. Even now, he still hopes they’ll find a way to heal but there’s bound to be a lot of pain first. And with Jay back in the picture, it might be too much all at once for Yoongi to move past.

“I guess a secret child does put a damper on things,” Jin tries to say lightheartedly.

Yoongi’s tone is dark, “Do you think she ever loved me?”

“She loves you right now,” Jin says but Yoongi shakes his head.

“If that were true, I would have known that I was a father two years ago.”

“Yoongi, it’s more complicated than that. Take some time to wrap your mind around things but I think you should talk things out with y/n before you go jumping to conclusions,” Jin says.

Another silence falls over them. Jin can only imagine where Yoongi’s thoughts have taken him. He has to consider the fact that he has a son now. y/n lied to him but he has to reconcile that with the fact that he absolutely still loves her. Jay is back in his life, another person that he has loved for a long time, another person that left him behind and hurt him.

He needs time and Jin will stay by him as long as he needs him.

They pull into the parking garage for Yoongi’s apartment and even though Jin is the one behind the wheel, the parking attendant knows to open the gate. All the members have open invitations to park at each other’s places. He slides into one of Yoongi’s open spots and turns off the car.

“Am I the only one who didn’t know? You know, that Seojun is my son? Did the rest of BTS know?”

“Jimin was the first to know,” Jin says, “And I only got to know because Irene knew. And Jay knew because, well, because he lived in LA and they reconnected.”

“And that’s it?” Yoongi asks.

Jin bites his lip, “Well, no. Jungkook knew too because of Jimin.”

“But not Namjoon and Tae?”

Jin shrugs, “Not until a few days ago.”

Yoongi’s shoulders slump, “But I was the last one to find out?”

Jin nods apologetically. Yoongi just sighs and pushes the passenger door open, “So everyone took y/n’s side. I guess I should be grateful to Hobi. At least he kept it real with me in the end.”

“Yoongi, that’s not fair!” Jin calls as Yoongi steps out of the car.

The rapper stoops back down to peer into the car, “You can take my car for the night. Go back home to Irene. I just need to be alone tonight, I think.”

Jin is not about to let Yoongi be alone though and he chases after him to his apartment. Yoongi doesn’t really protest. He lets Jin camp out on his couch while he stumbles around the apartment in a daze, fixated on all the spaces y/n used to take up, lost in all the memories when he should have told her how he really felt.

He imagines all the signs of her that would be here if she had stayed. A lump rises in his throat when he realizes that there would also be signs of their son too. His spare room would be a nursery now. Toys would be scattered across the place. A high chair at the dining room table. Bottles and baby clothes.

That must be what her apartment with Hobi looks like now.

A sob escapes him and Jin is instantly at his side, wrapping strong arms around him and pulling him close. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”

Yoongi just sobs. He’s supposed to have y/n. He’s supposed to have Seojun. But his apartment is empty, barely even a space for him to inhabit. There’s only a huge hole now where his life was supposed to be.

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Min Yoongi Text Masterlist 📱

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•Random Best Friend Texts

Part 1

[sukunasrealgf]

IN NEED OF GENSHIN, , BNHA, HAIKYUU, BTS , OR JJK SMAUSSS PLZ IM LITERALLY SO BORED😘😘😘🥲🥲 I HAVE SCROLLED ON THE DIFFERENT SMAU TAGS AND I SWEAR IVE READ THEM ALL AUGHHHHH

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!yoongi (3) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist

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it’s been almost three weeks since you last saw him. 

so, when you walk into the clinic, flushed cheeks and tucked-in hair and all—yoongi’s first thought catches him off guard. 

oh, i missed you. 

your absence crept into him slowly over the past few weeks. it filled in all the small gaps of his days with a quiet ache he had never noticed until now. it’s weird to say the least. 

when you spot him, a small and hesitant smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. yoongi smiles back, fuller than you expected. it’s still a casual smile but his eyes tell all. 

"hey," you say, voice soft as you approach him.

your fingers nervously fidgeting with the strap of your bag. he notices and reaches over to take your bag. 

you let him. 

"hey."

he tries to sound professional, though he knows he’s already failing. his voice is laced with excitement and nervousness. "let’s head to an exam room, yeah?"

then, he gestures down the hallway, and you follow.

as you two walk, you clear your throat. 

“where is everyone?”

“nam joon and jin have an online doctor's conference so they’re in jin’s office. hobi has a patient, jimin’s his nurse, and taehyung’s on his lunch break.” yoongi answers you like he reviewed for this. 

“and jungkook?”

yoongi blinks at you before placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you through the 3rd door to the left. 

is it bad he wants to be dismissive? is it bad that he’s a little annoyed you’re asking about jungkook while literally in the midst of finding out if you’re pregnant with his child?

doesn’t matter.

yoongi is mature. he answers you patiently—only really annoying himself.

“he’s my rn. told him my patient requested a private exam so he’s on a break too.” 

the room’s quiet when you two step inside. just the soft hum of the vent and the door shutting fills the silence. yoongi helps you sit on the exam bed. you don’t say anything, letting the crinkling paper under you shift as you settle in. yoongi gathers his supplies, his eyes darting toward you between movements.

“so... how’ve you been?” he asks, rolling up his sleeves. 

it feels like such a weak question. like it’s too small for all the things yoongi actually wants to say (because it is).

“fine. a little... tired, i guess?” you forces a tiny laugh. “and you? how’s work been? the space is really well done. i think the last time i saw it was during the final renovation process.”

“it’s nice, isn’t it?” yoongi states pridefully. 

“aren’t you into interior design? i’m gonna guess you controlled the overall aesthetic.” 

yoongi chuckles at you lightly. “we decorated a gingerbread house together once 2 years ago and you can never let that little discovery go, huh?” 

you stick your tongue out at him and swing your feet. “you’re pretty obvious with things you like.”

yoongi stares at you, eyebrows lifting in quiet surprise. 

you’re pretty obvious with things you like. 

your words hang in the air, sinking into him with a weight he hadn’t expected—he hadn’t prepared for.  he tries to play it off, mouth twitching into a half-smile, but he can feel his face warming.

there’s a small silence, and he can feel his heart picking up speed. his brain racing through all the ways he’s been maybe—not-so-subtle.

the way he leans a little closer when you talk.

how he remembers every little thing you mention— stupid things like how you prefer your coffee bitter. 

it hits him all at once.

he’s not fooling anyone. 

but for some reason; he hopes to fool you. even if it’s just a little while longer. as complicated as it sounds, he isn’t sure how much more risk he can put your friendship at. 

his throat tightens, and he clears it.

“...guess i am,” he murmurs, unable to hide the quiet honesty in his voice.

you stay quiet.

a little unsure if your friendship always had these silent gaps in between or if it’s because of the tension between you two right now. you attempt once more. 

“so… work?”

“work? oh… it’s the same, mostly.” he shrugs, tying a tourniquet around your arm. his fingers brush your skin for just a second longer than necessary. “though it’s nice to have an interesting case now and then,” he teases, his lips quirking up just slightly. 

“oh, so i’m interesting now?” you tease, trying for lightness. although, your voice shakes a little.

you hope he doesn’t notice. 

he does. 

“well... always have been, if i’m honest,” yoongi snickers. “blood test first and then we’ll do a urine sample. i can have the blood test result by tomorrow.”

“okay,” you say as you shut your eyes.

yoongi then slips a needle into your vein with practiced ease. once you feel the pinch, you flutter your eyes open. 

they meet yoongi’s and for a fleeting moment—he feels his chest tighten. 

as the vial fills with blood, yoongi realizes this is the closest you two have been in weeks. 

there’s something unspoken about it but very understood when he reaches for your free hand and squeezes it. you gulp and offer him a small smile. 

when it’s over, yoongi gently places a bandage on your arm. his fingers brush your skin again, lingering just a (another) second too long before he steps back.

"all done," he says softly, but he knows they’re only just beginning. “ready to pee in a cup?”

“more than ever.” 

with that, he laughs and takes your hand. yoongi helps you down and reaches for the sample cup. his arms wrap around your waist ever so gently as he guides you out of the exam room and into the washroom. 

yoongi waits for you outside the washroom door.

yoongi watches you pace, the linoleum tiles squeaking under your sneakers. 

"it only takes a few minutes," he says, tapping the test strip on the countertop, trying to sound as calm as he can. you’re nodding, but your hands are twisting the hem of your shirt. 

the clock ticks away the longest three minutes of your lives.

yoongi's eyes dart between the test and the silent tension builds up between you and him. when he glances at you, you’re staring at the counter. 

like you’re bracing yourself. 

like you already know. 

then, the lines appear. 

yoongi’s throat tightens, fingers hovering over the little strip with too much gravity for its size. his throat feels dry and suddenly he’s all out of words. he’s speechless as the results speak for themselves. 

but then, he can feel your eyes on him—waiting, hopeful, and terrified all at once.

“___,” yoongi breathes. “it’s positive.”

a moment passes.

"oh my god,” you choke. “hyemi is gonna lose her shit."

yoongi drives you home. 

he takes the rest of the day off actually. he excuses himself and lets jungkook know something came up. no one catches you two leaving the clinic together. 

now, here you two are. 

sitting in his car, parked outside your family home. the weight of the news hangs in the air. it’s not heavy—but it’s not exactly light. it’s… different. it’s more good than bad—actually, it’s not bad at all.

both of you sit there, still processing the reality of it all. 

“i want whatever you want,” yoongi finally says, breaking the stillness. his gaze is focused on you, sincere and adoring. 

you nod, accepting his words. 

“this is what i want,” you say simply. though your voice trembles with a mix of excitement and disbelief—you mean it. “look, i know my baby fever is batshit crazy and the whole time we fucked i was literally such a freak, but this—this is so precious, you know? new life. are you fucking—oops, sorry baby—” you pat your stomach.

“yoongi, this is ours.”

you shift something in yoongi. 

his heart flutters at the word. 

ours. 

it plunges his heart and engraves itself; ours. 

there is no other way to act or feel. 

the thought of being a dad feels surreal. it’s like something out of a dream. he’s always wanted to have a family.

okay, fine.

is the status of their relationship ideal? no. but the reality of a baby, their baby, makes his heart race.

and so what if he isn’t prepared? so what if this wasn’t what he expected? so what if a first date would’ve been a better idea? the questions flood his mind, but they quickly fade as he looks at the way you look at him. 

hopeful. 

excited. 

scared shitless. 

joyous. 

the joy on your face igniting something deep within him. 

he wants this too. 

even if it feels overwhelming. even if it isn’t ideal. even if it means navigating through a literal lifetime with you from here on out.

yoongi’s gaze softens.

“we’re doing this... together. this is ours.”

“together,” you echo, a wide grin spreading across your face. your eyes tear up from all the emotions and the rushing feeling of relief. with soft tone, you murmur; “ours.”

you two look at each other, unable to read one another. all you know is that this isn’t as scary as you thought it’d be. yoongi’s eyes are kind and the way he reaches to squeeze your upper thigh makes you feel safe.

“you know what? i’ll be the first to say it,” yoongi laughs. “congratulations, mama.” 

your eyes widen and you burst into laughter. 

your laugh fills his car, bright and full of life. you can’t help but to lean in and wrap your arms around him. you hold him tight. he holds you tighter. 

when you pull away, you two lock eyes. 

the air feels thick with anticipation. yoongi’s heart races as his eyes shift from yours to your lips then back to you. you’re looking at him with an expression mixed of excitement and vulnerability. he can’t help but admire the way the light catches in your gaze.

time seems to slow as you two hold each other’s stare. both of you are caught in the moment.

for a heartbeat, it’s just you and yoongi.

two people on the brink of something new and beautiful. yoongi leans in a fraction, drawn by an invisible thread, while you tilts your head slightly. your lips part and the urge to close the distance grows stronger. 

but you blink. 

and yoongi hesitates. 

the tension cuts. 

you pull away first and sit back. yoongi clears his throat and does a double take. then, he thinks; fuck it. 

he leans over and unbuckles your seatbelt. 

“should i walk you to your door—”

“no, no,” you insist. “yes, i’m pregnant with your child… but we don’t have to act like—”

“act like what?” yoongi huffs. “am i not allowed to care for you?”

you shrug. 

"___, you're literally carrying my child—"

“you know what? i’ll be in touch regarding child support,” you tease, a mischievous glint in her eyes. with that, you open the car door and step out. 

yoongi rolls his eyes. 

“you’re ridiculous,” he replies, shaking his head but unable to suppress the smile spreading across his face. then, he unbuckles his seatbelt and jogs around the car. he shuts the car door for you. 

you give him a look. 

he mimics it. 

then, you scrunch your nose and accept what’s happening.

yoongi walks beside you, fingertips lingering and all. he tells you that he’ll let you know what the blood work says tomorrow. he tells you to let him know if you need anything and not to worry about anything health related as, in his words; “no discussion needed. i got it.”

all you do is nod and try your best to stop your heart from fluttering so much.

[minologistt]

not quite 30 yet | MYG

4 | samples and “samples”

A rapper and a singer working under the same company. Their rivalry is childishly unmatched. They certainly have something in common, besides both of them being lonely musicians. They’re both on the edge of being 30.

genre • frenemies -> fwb -> lovers

warnings : yoongi is shady sorta, they bicker like little kids, they makeout lol, hobi = cockblock (yes it’s a warning) this is a work of fiction babe!!

S.LIST

a knock came from the door of the studio yoongi was working in. it’s around 8:54 pm, no one should be roaming around his studio at this time but nonetheless he walks over and opens the door.

“oh god not you”

his face contorted to make a disgusted face. the ‘you’ at the door just so happened to be _____. “well you seem as welcoming as ever—“

“what do you want _____?”

“i’m here to listen to the sample of our collaboration, obviously” she said with an eye roll as if it was supposed to be oh-so clear. the taller male moved out the way to let her inside. “sit anywhere but don’t touch anything..” yoongi yawned as he spoke. he had been up since yesterday deciding what the song should sound like, what fans would want to expect or what he’d like to hear from the song.

“yeah yeah sure, i’m not five—“

“you act like it”

“mr min, be respectful to your co-workers, what if i decide to not collab?” a giggle escaped her glossed lips as yoongi made his way to his desk. “ms _____, that means you’d make no money so be mindful” was all he said as he began searching for the sound track in his files.

“fair enough..” the female took a seat on a couch against the wall of the studio. “so far i have 3 samples in abt 20-30 different variations, so i’ll play this one first” yoongi then began shifting and clicking his mouse around the screen. the woman in the room sat in silence as she watched his hand move around while explaining the way of the sounds.

“hey, you listening? or is my hand gestures too distracting for you?” the male said with a slight smirk and glint in his eye. “yes they are, your fingers are funny looking”

“you seem to be sending heart eyes at em though”

a beat of silence went by as they just stared at each other before the woman awkwardly laughed off the statement. “whatever lets get back to the samples please”

it’s been about 2 and a half hours of brainstorming and remixing sounds to come close to one they both find satisfactory. by this time, both parties are side by side on the couch sitting comfortably.

his nails.. did he get— “a manicure recently..?” the woman who sat with one leg over the other spoke part of her thoughts out loud.

“what?”

“huh..”

“are you talking about.. my nails?”

“oh.. uh yeah sure”

a wave of silence washed over as yoongi was thinking about his nails. “yeah i guess you can say recently, about a week ago?”

“oh.. niceee” was the response he got before they got back to working. the glasses on yoongis head fell off his head as he lowered it to pick up a pen.

without saying a word _____ picked them up and examined them. “slutty glasses..” with that statement the male looked up in confusion. he took a glance at the glasses and back to the woman who is holding them.

“you think so?” more silence passed as the woman carefully put his glasses back on his face. he blinked slowly, the gap between both adults begin to slowly close until their lips are ghosting over one another. “you look so pretty right now..” his gaze moved from her eyes to her lips. “mmh really?” she moved the hair out of his face to behind his ear.

their lips met in a quick but passionate kiss. as they pulled apart, a beat of silence passed as they stared into each others eyes. soon they met again to continue the kiss, this time they deepened it. yoongi slowly laid _____ back on the couch as she put her arms around his neck.

the lipgloss that _____ once had on, was now fading into the kiss. one hand beside her head and another on her waist, while one of her hands are in tangled in his hair and the other running up and down his arm. the woman under him began lightly tugging on his hair causing him to let out a soft moan that was swallowed up by the kiss.

just as the two parted to catch their breath, a knock came from the door. the loud sound startled _____ causing her to sit up quickly but knocking heads with yoongi in the process while he sat back in mild pain.

another knock came with a muffled voice on the other side. “god, that hurt.. what the hell _____?!” yoongi scowled while rubbing his forehead. “you should’ve moved faster!” the female whisper shouted. they both shared a glare as they fixed their appearances to seem put together.

another knock came from the door before yoongi opened it half way. “hoseok..what are you doing around at this time of night? practice?”. on the other side of the door stood, hoseok, the second best dancer in the industry. “yeah, i was stopping by to ask if you’ve seen _____, she wasn’t in her office”

“i’m right here, hoseok” the mentioned girl sprung from her seat and scrambled to the door. “what do you need?” hoseok glanced between the two with a somewhat lost expression however he proceeded to invite the both of them to his listening party that was happening in a months time. after sharing that information, hoseok came in and explained some things about the party. after 20 or 30 minutes, _____ took her leave quickly and awkwardly.

 minologistt | do not copy, translate or edit this.

[lxvemaze]

okie hii! i was anon who asked about text au’s!

can i req one with yoongi pls where reader is a bookish person and he keeps coming home to like deliveries or her books in random places? lmao just something cosy bc i’m feeling like that..

also can i be 🦇 anon? tysm

ahhhh ofc!!! you're actually my first anon request, btw 🥹 i hope this is okay!

yoongi with a bookworm!s/o

pairing: yoongi x reader

tags: smau, fluff

warnings: n/a

thank you for reading!!!

[dearlyanqels]

Oh Shit

bora is a wonderful and hardworking girl, she tries her best to make sure each member is taken well care of and they are mentally, physically, and emotionally stable.

but sometimes she doesn't feel like their manager, she feels like their babysitter.

and what joy does that mean when recent feelings come whirl pooling within her.

yoongi x afab reader (name is bora as seen)

warnings: there will be some posted on a chapter that will need it. overall just th em cussing and fussing.

another day in the life of bora

what the f

fruity squad

lol what??

Sunday (not really) night noodling

dress choosing

social event

scandal

what the actual fuck nuggets

[sopebubbles]

Happy yoongi day.

God i miss him so much. I hope he is as happy and healthy as he was when he left. I can't wait to see him smile again. Gonna go cry now

The sea without you

Summary: When rapper Agust D mysteriously disappears, he leaves behind his rap group, his fiancé and his unborn child. Even if they get him back, will it ever be the same? Can they make it right?

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Genres: social media au, idol au, amnesia au

Pairing: rapper!Yoongi x reader

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut and just like a whole lotta lotta angst through out

Completed

A/n: this is my first ever bts fic and my second smau, so I would really like your feedback!

[Dates are relevant and times are mostly accurate (but ignore the time at the top bc I can’t change it >.<)]

🌊 Part 1 - a gut feeling

🌊 Part 2 - wish you were here

🌊 Part 3 - one year

🌊 Part 4 - two years

🌊 Part 5 - hostile

>>Bonus: “Jin just tackled Yoongi!”

🌊 Part 6 - comfort

🌊 Part 7 - he knew her 📱🖋

🌊 Part 8 - teach it to me

🌊 Part 9 - yoongi 2.0

🌊 Part 10- a good energy

🌊 Part 11 - a precaution

🌊 Part 12 - can’t stay here

🌊 Part 13 - soulmate

🌊 Part 14 - ohana means family 📱🖋

🌊 Part 15 - selfish

🌊 Part 16 - no more crunchy hair

🌊 Part 17 - a little space

🌊 Part 18 - big hit’s RM

🌊 Part 19 - birthday plans

🌊 Part 20 - celebrating

🌊 Part 21 - not complicated

🌊 Part 22 - all yours 📱🖋🔞

🌊 Part 23 - wait wait don’t tell me

🌊 Part 24 - no more waiting

>> bonus: baby daddy 🖋🔞

🌊 Part 25 - mannapped

🌊 Part 26 - he belongs to me

🌊 Part 27 - the craziest idea

🌊 Part 28 - a lovely day📱🖋

🌊 Part 29 - scarface

🌊 Part 30 - a bigger life

🌊 Part 31 - you hoes could never

Thanks for reading!!

[yoongimedia]

txt messages with brothers best friend yoongi