#agust d fan fic

[farfromsugafanfic]

Rebound | Chapter One: Cherry Picking

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound. Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x

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You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.

And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.

You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.

"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"

"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."

Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.

"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."

You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.

You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.

It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.

Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.

Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.

You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.

The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.

The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.

You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.

Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.

The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.

"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."

"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"

"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."

vVv

You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.

"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."

You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.

You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.

"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.

You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.

The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.

"Y/N?"

You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.

You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.

"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.

You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.

"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.

"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."

"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.

"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."

Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.

"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.

"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."

Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.

"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.

Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."

You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."

"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"

"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"

Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.

"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."

"Yoongi, what was that?"

"You were rambling."

You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.

"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.

"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"

Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.

"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.

"Like what?"

Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.

"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."

Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.

"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"

"Yeah, but it was different."

"Why?"

Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.

"Cause it was about you."

"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"

He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.

"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"

"No," he said.

"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"

Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."

His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.

"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"

His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.

"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.

"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."

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By: CADEL KIPP 🔥

[ovenbakedbones]

JASMINE!

chapter 1 !

pairing : mafia!yoongi x (eventual) str!pper!reader

genre : romance???? mystery? smut??

summary : yoongi cant help himself but investigate the mysterious girl who only sings one song a night at his friends strip club

note : this is my first fic and i havent really planned this?? hope its good tho lmaooo

thank you for all the likes and the reblogs <3

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chapter 1 :

taking another puff of his cigarette, yoongi ignores the calls and texts that flood his phone from his right hand man, Kim Namjoon. he’s late to a meeting and he knows it, he just doesn’t care. he’s tired. he’s been working non-stop for the past few weeks and he needs a stress relief.

the white lotus.

yoongi is not usually a fan of strip clubs. he doesnt need to pay for a woman’s attention, it comes naturally to him. but his close childhood friend, Kim Seokjin, who is a bartender there, has been talking non-stop about how high-end the girls are and how classy the place is compared to your usual run-of-the-mill strip club. so here he is, stood outside of a small building disguised as a restaurant with a small sign that reads ‘the white lotus’

he puts out his cigarette and sighs, running his hand over his slicked back hair and straightening his suit jacket before entering the dingy, dark building. he walks confidently to the back of the ‘restaurant’ and nods at the security who recognises him immediately as Agust D, one of korea’s highest ranking mafia members. the security opens the door behind him without question and bows as yoongi walks in and heads down the stairs. he hears the quiet hum of slow and sensual music and the bright overhead lights begin to dim down and change to red and purple hues.

when he reaches the bottom of the stairs, yoongi is greeted with the sight of of luxurious couches and chairs surrounding strip poles and stages where businessmen drooled over the girls who danced in front of them, throwing their cash at the stage without a second thought. yoongi walked straight past them and further into the club, also ignoring the lap dances and private rooms that no doubt cost a fortune. he ignores the men and women that smile prettily at him, attempting to entice him into paying for their company and failing completely. yoongi doesn’t stop walking until he reaches the bar that was almost completely empty.

seokjin sees him immediately and comes to greet him.

“you know, most people don’t come to a strip club to sit at the bar”

yoongi rolls his eyes and says simply “whiskey, no ice.”

seokjin smirks and puts his drink down in front of him, which yoongi takes immediately.

“don’t you have a meeting to be in right now?” seokjin asks while cleaning some left over glasses.

“needed a break, namjoon’s been on my ass ever since last months raid” yoongi says gruffly, downing the rest of the whiskey before pushing the glass back at seokjin.

“i’ve been telling you for weeks that you needed a break, why now?” jin asks while refilling his drink.

before he can answer, a beautiful, blonde woman dressed in emerald green lingerie approaches the two, resting her manicured hand on yoongi’s bicep while smiling flirtatiously.

“seokjin, why haven’t you introduced me to your handsome friend?” she purrs, looking him up and down.

jin smirks, his eyes tracing her figure for a second too long “jen, meet my good friend, min yoongi”

yoongi turns his head to fully look at her, scoffing when her eyes flash in fear when she links his name to his signature scar.

“otherwise known as Agust D” seokjin finishes

yoongi is used to people fearing him, it just doesn’t surprise him anymore. most people in Korea know his name and has heard countless stories about what he’s done. everyone sees him as a villain, and hes fine with that. he used to like seeing the physical affect that he had on people when they recognised him. how their smiles drop, their eyes widen and their hands start to shake. now he’s just bored of it.

she’s pretty though. she’ll have to do.

“come on then” he sighs and starts to walk towards a private room, he doesn’t bother turning around, he knows she’s following.

the other thing Agust D is known for is being incredibly hot, and he knows it.

before he reaches the private room, the music in the club changes abruptly and he notices how the men immediately turn their attention from the beautiful women in front of them to the unused stage, that was now lit up.

“whats going on there?” he asks jen, not tearing his eyes away from the stage lit up in red, a now visible silhouette of a woman in the centre which made the customers cheer excitedly.

“jasmine’s about to perform” jen smirks and gestures towards an empty chair in the centre of the room. “you might want to watch this”

yoongi narrows his eyes and sits in the chair, noticing how even seokjin and the rest of the staff stop what theyre doing to watch the show.

you stand by the microphone as the lights brighten and reveal you to the audience. wearing a long black dress that enhances your figure and the signature red lipstick that paints your lips, you seductively glance over the crowd. it’s mostly the usuals that come to hear you sing so you dont bother to make eye contact with anyone for too long so you stare at the back of the room as the music starts to play.

one of the girls - the weeknd ft jennie + lily rose depp

lock me up and throw away the key

he knows how to get the best out of me

im no force for the world to see

trade my whole life just to be

yoongi is entranced. along with the rest of the crowd. he’s certain no one notices the 2 dancers on poles that are on either side of you, why would they? you’re too captivating. its not often you see a fully clothed woman in a strip club, but your aura was enough to reel everyone in. the club chatter had stopped completely as your melodious voice filled the room and yoongi couldn’t focus on anything but you.

give me tough love

leave me with nothing when i come down

my kinda love

push me and choke me til i pass out

he watches as your hands slowly snake up the microphone and run down your body, briefly touching your neck before releasing and looking out at the crowd again.

yoongi swears his heart stops when your eyes meet his. you seem amused at how star struck he no doubt looks and you keep staring into his eyes as you continue to sing and smirk at him.

to you, you’re just harmlessly flirting with another business man, you can barely see his face, its just fun to see the effect that you have on men. it’s almost too easy.

push me down, hold me down

spit in my mouth while you turn me on

i wanna take your light inside

your gaze remains stuck on him and yoongi is too entranced to feel smug that he has all of your attention while dozens of men beg for it. he tries not to blink, worried that you’ll look away if he takes his eyes off of you for even a second. luckily for him, you didn’t.

your eyes start to adjust to the light and you get a better look at the mysterious stranger who you’ve been eye-fucking. you can make out his slicked black hair and upturned eyes, his spread legs and his hands that are clasped together. yeah, he’s pretty hot. maybe you should have more fun with teasing him.

you lightly tilt your head and smirk as you narrow your eyes while your fingers twist around your hair, you completely ignore the men whose eyes rake over your body and focus on the stranger who couldn’t tear his gaze away from your eyes.

we don’t gotta be in love, no

i don’t gotta be the one, no

i just wanna be one of your girls tonight

we don’t gotta be in love, no

i don’t gotta be the one, no

i just wanna be one of your girls tonight

yoongi doesn’t bother to regain his composure. he doesn’t care that he’s one of the most intimidating men in korea. he doesn’t care that he can feel his phone vibrating in his jacket pocket. he doesn’t care that anyone in this club could recognise him and ruin his reputation. all that matters is that, in this moment, he has all of your attention. and he knows that he wants you. and what yoongi wants, yoongi gets.

top of the world but im still not free

its such a secret that i keep

until its gone i can never find peace

brace my whole life just to be

yoongi is sure he could listen to your voice for hours.

he’s never been so affected by a simple gaze before and it gives him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he pushes it away so he can focus entirely on you.

the song begins to die down and cash is thrown onto the stage but yoongi still cant look away from you. you finally look away and with the dancers help, start collecting the heaps of money on the floor and tuck it into your stocking, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by yoongi.

he waits for the next song to start but furrows his eyebrows when the lights turn off and you abruptly leave the stage, the crowd dispersing and the regular shitty club music starting up again.

yoongi decides that the only music he likes now is what he hears from you.

he stands up quickly and makes his way to the bar as quickly as he can.

“aren’t you joining me in the private room?” jen tilts her head at him and places her hand on his arm once again

“fuck off” he grunts and pulls his arm away from her without looking, making a beeline for seokjin, who is currently talking to a customer.

“i want a room with her” he interrupts, glaring daggers at the customer who leaves immediately once recognising him.

“who? jen? she’s over there” seokjin shrugs

“not fucking jen. jasmine.”

seokjin smirks and gets yoongi another whiskey “sorry man, she doesn’t do that”

“i’ll pay extra” yoongi ignores the drink and stares down his friend who seems amused by this.

“trust me, many men have tried before. no matter how much you offer, she’ll decline”

yoongi scoffs and crosses his arms. “let me meet her. i’m sure she’ll change her mind”

jin sighs “i think she leaves out the back door when she’s done with her song, you can try that”

he turns around immediately, shoving past the men that were crowded around the stage which was now occupied by a dancer and pushes through a door that reads ‘backstage’

he ignores the dancers that tell him he isnt allowed to be there and he spots jen. “where’s the back door?” he asks abruptly, ignoring the looks that the dancers are giving him.

she raises an unimpressed eyebrow and nods towards a transparent door which he immediately pushes through, finding that it leads into a back alley.

he looks left and right, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to spot you, which proves useless. he sighs and leans against the wall, taking out a cigarette and lighting it when his phone begins to buzz yet again.

he takes a puff of his cigarette and picks up the call “namjoon, i dont give a fuck that i missed the meeting. i need you to find someone for me.”

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i saw this fa and immediately thought of over the threshold!! tsumiki would totally be so loved by the audience on produce ahahah (and ofc by her family ❤️) if tsumiki was in this story, what would that look like? :D

i also wanted to ask about the audience’s reaction to satoru dedicating a song to suguru at his concert!!! as someone who is in kpop fandoms (which is also why this fic is so dear to me, the parallels with the challenges and pressures they face;;) i can just imagine all the takes fans would immediately have about the whole thing AHAHA also makes me go aww that suguru couldn’t fully enjoy the performance but sksjddj i loved the angst sm

i also have sm questions about satoru’s past but that’s spoilers LOL and i love learning alongside suguru about the layers satoru has… there’s so much to unpack i’m so excited to see how both stsg’s pasts unfold…!! including megumi and gojo’s past AAAAA their bond in every universe is really everything to meeeee and gojo being a support for the next generation criiiies *plays snooze by agust d* AND CHOSO AND GETO? what went onnnnnnnnn i also did not get the sugar-ooh until geto did and it was such a fun revelation my jaw literally DROPPED LOOOOL

i find the way you write stsg so so fascinating too how they bring out different sides to each other like when satoru speaks quieter and sincerely and suguru (and us readers) is hit with realizing again and again that there’s so much he doesn’t know and hasn’t figured out yet about satoru which makes this even more compelling [big heart] ah i love this fic so much and i’m so happy to have found your writing (i will never ever ever ever get over rivers crossed mountains scaled omg) and am veryyyyy much looking forward to what comes next for them!!!

also so sorry this was long and a mix of questions and comments skdkdk for future reference do u prefer these via tumblr or ao3?

OHHHH I love you so much for dropping this in my inbox 😭

So, Tsumiki is definitely present in the Threshold universe! Gojo didn't mention her by name when he was telling Megumi's story, but when he said Megumi didn't want the Zen'in fortune because he's "stubborn as hell", he was talking about Tsumiki.

It's a parallel to canon basically. The Zen'in — obsessed with bloodlines as they are — seriously underestimated the strength of the Fushiguro siblings' bond when they refused to factor Tsumiki into their discussions with Megumi. Hence, he followed Gojo into music rather than rely on their dirty money. That's why the Zen'in blame Gojo, even though it's really just because Megumi's a spiteful little so-and-so! 😏

Because of the parallels with canon, Megumi would try to keep Tsumiki away from the toxicity of the music industry as much as possible — hence why she wasn't at the album launch. However, I like to think that her career is adjacent to Megumi's in some capacity! As much as I love writing about the Fushiguro siblings' relationship with Gojo, the inclusion of that story served more to give Suguru a look into the real Gojo Satoru, so she's unlikely to feature in this fic. I think continuing their story would require a sequel — which I'm not even gonna think about until Threshold is finished... I'm not, I'm not thinking about it!

As for Gojo's dedication at the concert, he spoke in Japanese so Suguru would understand him, so most of the audience wouldn't have known what he was saying immediately. However, I'm sure the online reactions once the videos were translated and passed around were very interesting! Having said that, it's hard to communicate the nuances of the Japanese language in an English language fic. To most English speakers, "this was the first song I played for them" seems like a deliberate omission of gender, but that's not the case in Japanese. So, I imagined Gojo using his native tongue very responsibly in that moment, sticking to language that sounds purely professional — but that wouldn't stop fans from speculating 👀

I'm not planning to explore Gojo's past in *too* much detail because it's mostly his present and his future that are relevant to the story. Meanwhile, it's Suguru with the big fat question mark over his past... 🫠 So, if you want to ask questions, go ahead and I will simply avoid sharing spoilers! As for where to ask questions, Tumblr lends itself to longer answers so if you enjoyed this response, probably best to ask here! However, AO3 comments feed my body and soul so feel free to leave those too... It's whatever you prefer really 🥰

Megumi and Gojo's relationship is everything to me tooooo, no one can stop me from shoehorning it into every damn fic I write! So happy you're enjoying SatoSugu's dynamic in this story — and that you enjoyed Rivers Crossed so much! Thank you so so much for all your kind words, and your interest in the fic! I loved answering this soooo much ♥

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✧˚ · . The first fandom I’m in is BTS! I’ve been an army since 2017 but I’ve been into K-Pop since 2016.

˚ · . My bias is Min Yoongi/Suga/Agust D. He’s been my favorite since I’ve gotten into BTS.

✧˚ · . I don’t have a favorite song from them since it’s so hard to choose, but my top 3 right now are Boy In Luv, Anpanman, and 21st Century Girl!

˚ · . My favorite song from Yoongi currently is Haeguem and my favorite collaboration is That That ft. Psy

✧˚ · . Last thing I wanted to put is I’ll miss them while they are in the military but they will be back in 2025! Let’s keep fighting army!

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✧˚ · . The next fandom I love is Alice In Borderland! I’m very into psychological horror and I like how they incorporated it into the manga and the show.

˚ · . My favorite character is Niragi, especially in the manga. It upset me how in the show he did some bad things though

✧˚ · . It’s my favorite non-drawn show, there’s a possibility for a season 3! I personally like the ending and think it’s fine but I also have unanswered questions so I wouldn’t mind a season 3.

˚ · . I got into Alice In Borderland in 2018 and read the entire manga. When the show came out in 2020 I watched season 1 but never finished season 2 when it came out until this year, 2023

✧˚ · . Lastly this show for some reason is emotionally connected to me, it’s just a hyper fixation of mine and I love it a lot

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✧˚ · . The last fandom I’m in is pretty broad but I a favorite it’s just not popular, it’s anime!

˚ · . I’ve been into anime since I was a kid, my first anime was Glitter Force but the first official anime I really started to watch was Fairy Tale! (Never finished it.)

✧˚ · . Currently I’m watching Neon Genesis Evangelion but I’m not too much of a fan of it, but I’ll still finish it

˚ · . I have an anime list of all the anime’s I’ve finished completely and I will post it!

✧˚ · . My favorite anime is “The Girl Who Leapt Through Time.” It’s by far amazing though it is only a movie!

˚ · . I don’t have a favorite series but I guess if I had to choose my top 5 are Hunter X Hunter, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Ouran Host Club, The Day I Became a God, and Junji Ito!!

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⋆ ★ Extras

⋆ I’ll talk about this account a bit, what I plan on posting, etc.

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✧˚ · . First, which I’ve said before, I’m only on mobile but I plan on getting a laptop soon!

˚ · . I also, again, will most likely make a TikTok and Twitter/X!! Maybe an instagram but not sure

✧˚ · . I have many fan fiction ideas in mind! I plan one writing at least one for each BTS member, but most likely there will be lots of Yoongi/Suga

˚ · . I also plan on writing at least one for each main character in Alice In Borderland, maybe some side characters I enjoy

✧˚ · . Lastly I’ll definitely be doing lots anime fan fictions, maybe one shots, etc.

˚ · . This blog will mainly be about me, memes, and updates!! I also have one of those “Question” response things where you can request things but I might make a google form for requests on TikTok and Twitter and put it in my bio, same for here on Tumblr!!

✧˚ · . Also I have CharacterAi so if y’all like the fan fiction so much I might start making bots for you all to use with my fan fiction stories !!

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₊˚ପ⊹ If you read all of this and are interested in anyway thank you so much! You probably saw it on here or from my TikTok that will be posted in the future lolz. I hope you all have nice days/nights and again thank you!

[oftenderweapons]

Hi Dita! I've enjoyed your work for a while. You are so talented! I find your representation of the members to be so real and fascinating. If you are comfortable, I was wondering how you usually go about characterization. Obviously some of the characters in your work are OCs and some are (i'm guessing somewhat) based on real people to a level. How do you decide how you will represent the individuals in BTS in your work? How do you decide on OC characterization?

hello there!

Very glad to go about this more technical ask regarding the writing and characterisation process, I hope it gives you further insight about how I write and how much work goes into each fic.

Okie, here we go! More under the cut

I'm a huge fan of tropes, so usually I find core ideas in fiction (be it written or other media) and often social media give great ideas in terms of prompts that you can develop into fuller plots. Some fics are pure, undiluted romanticisation of daydreams I have in real life, starting from silly things that happen to me (oof, you don't know about best man Jeongguk yet... HEHE)

About characterising the boys

Usually I develop a prompt into a very unstructured plot, and according to the way the male character behaves, I choose the member that is most likely to share the same way of thinking as the male mc. This way, I usually tend to have extremely quiet and thoughtful, introverted boys matched with Yoongi (idol!Yoongi, but also Neon High!Yoongi, and ofc Sugar and Spice!Yoongi); the young, shy and surprisingly bold boys matched with Jeongguk (idol!Jk, and Small Town Swoons!Jk, and also Partition!Jk). Then there's the brooding, very responsible, very committed type, (I'm biased, it's Namjoon, in an ideal world he would be impersonating Mr. Darcy and a dear friend of mine still owes me a Rochester!Namjoon fic, which we're not gonna discuss here because I would rant in English major Jane Eyre obsessed scholar).

I'm a bit less biased towards the others, but I do see Taehyung as the artsy, whimsical, mercurial type; Jimin is more of the trickster brat, who also has an eye for aesthetically pleasing activities. Then there's Hoseok, who's the bright, lighthearted type but also the wildest of cards. And finally Seokjin, the jokester who actually is very serious and responsible and reliable and steady.

I think talking about them like this is quite reductive and stereotypical, and I believe reading a lot (mostly novels, and mostly romance) has really helped me go from a tropey, stereotypical type to an better-rounded, realistic character. I think my duty as a writer is staying true to the very generic vibes the guys give in real life, while also adding extra traits that make the characters into the separate individuals who inhabit my stories. (So yup, it's not impossible, but sort of unlikely that you'll catch a Namjoon who doesn't look for 100% commitment, or a Yoongi who isn't highly emotionally intelligent, or a Jeongguk who isn't just a tad shy and boyish in his ways, not in my fics LOL).

About characterising the OCs

As I wrote above, once I have a rough plot, I know the kind of girl I need to get the job done. The first character that came to me was Vixen, and I do have a special bond with her. I knew from the start idol!Namjoon needed something small, smart as a whip, and sexy as hell. And there she was. Add something that makes her much less independent, that calls to his saviour complex, and you have two ride or die's, forever symbiotic. All the girlfriends are structured similarly.

Kitten is morally grey to the very core, and it's something that resonates with Yoongi's "agust d" personality. Angel has a cuteness that matches Seokjin's, but also vibes well with his sense of humour.

Giggles was a delight to plot. She's the equivalent of J-Hope, with floral patterns and freckles and an extremely caring personality. If Hope World could be a person, it would be Giggles.

Princess matches Jimin's classy, exquisite taste, and works in a fashion magasine, because I've always known they met at a shoot (like, it's canon). Lace needed to be as whimsical as Taehyung is, someone particular, unusual and "vintage" as his aesthetic. Meanwhile, I needed the sweetness, the reliability, the "serendipity" soulmates romance for Jk, and that is Candy.

Other than that, all the girlfriends were created in about two weeks, and after that I started adding more data to their personalities and back stories. I have Pinterest boards for them, Spotify playlists and Excel spreadsheets to keep each of their aesthetics in check, to connect with them and try to shape them more and more accurately. It was surprising when, after two years of writing about them, I met people in real life who looked and talked like them, it made me feel like I'm headed in the right direction about creating realisitc characters.

Same goes with other OC's, especially with some of the Small Town Swoons ladies. And I won't even mention the Three Sugars ladies: I've been working at their aesthetics for one whole week now, so yup... Stuff's coming LOL!

Oh, and imagining the girls' signs and natal charts really helped adding more to their traits!

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Sorry for the super duper long post, I just ranted randomly, but if you have more questions, generic or specific, let me know! I love analysing my writing process 💜 Stay safe bubba, ily✨

[sparklehoney7]

i'm just a person, too

by: mygdreaming

pairing: yoongi/jungkook

info: chaptered 11/11 complete (128,034)

tags: Producer Min Yoongi | Suga / Idol Min Yoongi | Suga / jungkook's a baby mixing engineer / and also a big fat agust d fanatic / Jeon Jungkook is Whipped / never has a tag been more true / Self-Esteem Issues / Slow Burn / lots of d-2 and yoongi trivia / i just know too much / canon adjacent / bts doesn’t exist but if something happened around d-2 then it probs happens in this fic lol

summary: So Jungkook has a crush on the guy. So he’s a fan so huge that some people find it embarrassing. So he has maybe been dreaming of working with Min Yoongi since his first listen of Agust D, before he’d watched the music video and realized he would never love again but after he listened to his first radio interview and went starry-eyed at the way he slurs his words.

Fucking sue him. It’s not like he’s gonna proposition him while he’s in the vocal booth. ******* or: self-proclaimed agust d superfan jeon jungkook meets him at his place of employment and doesn't know how to feel.

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[taekookfests]

palette fest - fic reveals season 1

Angels Speak by pangtae [link] 30k Words | Completed | Explicit 

‘You say that no matter what, You're watching over me. I knew it when I first read your lips, Only angels speak like this’

The song plays from Jungkook's speakers. And it's loud, but somehow blurs out and mellows, in comparison to the thunder in Taehyung's heart.

Jungkook starts singing along sofly, before he stops.

"You know, Hyung. Up until a couple of months ago, you said I was nothing if not a figment of your imagination, a celestial being, a creature floating about in your head." Taehyung nods, smiling gently at the boy sitting on his lap on the couch in the elder's living room.

Jungkook smiles back gently.

"But the angel between us." Jungkook trails off, resting his head on the elder's chest, lovingly picking at the balls of Yeontan's fur on Taehyung’s jumper.

"It was always you."

Iris by mochiicks [link] Completed | 20.3k Words | Mature 

The iris controls the amount of light that enters the eye, and where there is light there is color.

Jeon Jungkook has only ever known black and white. But maybe the presence of a certain theatre performer can show him the many things he has yet to experience.

You Don’t spell it…..You Feel it….. by aa3 [link] 19.9k Words | Completed | Explicit 

"You a fan or something?" Taehyung asks.

"I wouldn't say fan...I was just a bit...fascinated...yeah..fascinated by you," Jungkook answers

Love doesn't show itself most of the time. And it shows at unexpected moments.

Jungkook didn't know he wanted so much in life, until he meets and passes Taehyung.

Taehyung never knew life was so much bigger than what he saw.

And maybe Love won't show itself, but you can feel it.

Talking To The Moon by bunniecub [link] 19.9k Words | Completed | Teen And Up 

taehyung finds solace in the mood unaware that the moon has done the very same.

"forever probably doesn't exist, no matter what it is. the idea of an immortal existence is a huge fucking burden." - moonlight by agust d.

Just Go (Instead Of Worrying) by MaddyMeowy [link] 14.9k Words | Completed | Explicit 

If Taehyung let his long eyelashes obscure his view ever so slightly, he could blur the incongruent features enough to focus only on the seagull-in-flight M of the upper lip, the prominent collarbones, and the thick mass of dark waves spilling down over the cream-white bedspread, making Jeongguk appear as nothing short of a feverish fantasy made flesh.

How the similarity had eluded him until then, he had no idea, but he felt his heart flood with excitement and nostalgia as feature after feature fell into place and made the comparison as real as if art had truly come to life before his eyes.

Art student Taehyung gets dancer Jeongguk naked at a party and does not compare him in his mind to a Greek statue, a Greek god, a Roman statue, a marble statue, or anything that the author of "Twilight" might use to describe Edward.

I Love You So Matcha ! by Tekooblep (orphan_account) [link] 10.8k Words | Completed | Not Rated 

meeting Jungkook was a coincidence but taehyung won’t have it any other way.

Or a coffee shop fic that no one needed.

Lifeline by thekooface [link] 9.4k Words | Completed | Teen And Up 

Jeongguk wishes on a star.

The star answers to his wish.

Love : A Revolt on the Monarchy by 00_EVY_00 [link] 6.5k Words | Completed | Mature 

A love story between a radical activist who craves freedom and the royal executioner who is entranced by his charming yet brave words.

Tolerate It by ismealeo [link] 5.7k Words | Completed | Teen And Up

Taehyung thinks that his love for Jeongguk is worth nothing , the latter seems to only tolerate it .

Black Pearl by petalsholic [link] 5.4k Words | Completed | General Audiences 

Black pearl roses are rare— the rarest in the world— as rare as the jewel they’re named after, and as unique as the meaning they symbolize: death.

Or,

In between the perfurme of apocalypse and the thousand fallen stars dropping from the sky like a heavy rain, Taehyung chose Jungkook.

Don't Mind Being Temporary (As Long As It's With You) by vntaebun [link] 4.8k Words | Completed | Teen And Up

Taehyung looks up at Jeongguk through his lashes then shakes his head, smiling tenderly at Jeongguk through his tears. “If the world was ending, who would you go to?”

You. Always you.

Jeongguk says nothing.

Musafir by epherenarity [link] 11.1k  | Ongoing | General Audiences

mu-sa-fir: a traveler

To Make a Forever Lover of a Stranger by asundaero [link] 6.7k Words | Ongoing | Mature 

Like the stars, the clouds and even the sun and moon, he knows that he was not meant for a lone existence. His very blood and bones sing that truth. For how can he be allowed a spot on this jewel of wondrous beauty, paying witness to endless creations, and not be able to share it with someone?

To sing along with the birds, swim the depths with the whales and dance in fields with the butterflies? To laugh with the cackling of thunderstorms, slumber in the safe nestle of tree roots and sink toes into water-warmed sand? To race with elegant waterfalls, scale up the many towering mountains and scream with the billowing gale?

There was just so much , and so little of Jeongguk. 

The world could only begin feeling right when all of its spaces were filled. And he alone would never be enough to fit in all of its cracks. 

Jeongguk stares at the stars and yearns again. 

Starry Eyes v/s Yours by tuist [link] 4.6k Words | Ongoing | Mature 

It's a story of a curious, perfectionist art student Jeon Jungkook, who can tolerate anything in this world with his great ability of patience. His calmness is one of the reasons why he is someone who is admired by a lot of people. Everything went perfectly fine in his life.

But then Vante happened.

Bleeding Canvas by Joie__De__Vivre [link] 2.8k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated 

Jungkook bleeds on Taehyung's canvas.

Reverb by kimnamvroom [link] 3.5k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

Taheyung should be focused on playing bass, but his mind's stuck on how long he's been writing love songs about Jeongguk without knowing.

The Song You Know by twtauthor [link] 2.9k Words | Ongoing | Teen And Up

a song was all they needed to find each other again

As The Winds Grew Sharp by buntokkie [link] 2.5k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences

Where there is love, there is hope.

Shame on Pygmalian by seoksfannypack [link] 2.3k Words | Ongoing | Teen And Up

"He gave up his art," Jungkook mumbles, "his livelihood just to bring his creation to life. And he was told that if he picked up his tools again, she'd return to stone."

Taehyung stared at him, dumbfounded, holding his mug of hot coco in his palms despite it being the middle of summer. "Would you give up your art for love?"

I Am Way Beyond Your Imagination by SulkingAlien [link] 2.3k Words | Ongoing | Explicit 

"Draw me , not your imagination because I am way beyond your imagination."

Where Yoon Taeyang, the prince just wants the attention of a young sculptor who seems to avoid looking at his eyes.

Or, where famous sculptor Kim Taehyung keeps having dreams of a certain boy and longs to get a glimpse of him in reality too.

Beneath Your Mask by tokyonsool [link] 2.1k Words | Ongoing | Teen And Up

When Jungkook runs off with the wrong USB, he accidentally pulls open the certain to a whole new world. A whole new Kim Taehyung, to be honest, the dancer in his classmate he never knew about. Where's the catch? You ask. Well, Taehyung happens to be the choreographer behind the top songs up to date. The world however, had never seen Taehyung.

The Art of Appeal by buntokkie [link] 2k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences

Sometimes the most forbidden desires are those most ardently craved for.

曙光 ; Light Through My Veins by vantesggukie [link] 2k Words | Ongoing | Mature 

Even broken glass looks pretty in the morning light.

You Say It Best (When You Say Nothing At All) by ViceOfVirtue [link] 2k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences 

"Jungkook," Taehyung whispers in a broken hush.

"I.... I am also just boy," he continues wetly, looking down at his feet, "also just a boy, standing in front of the boy he loves, asking to be loved back."

And staring at Taehyung's red-rimmed eyes, Jungkook realises that perhaps even if Taehyung hadn't spoken them out loud, they were the same words that were contained his silences, all along.

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Or Alternatively a Notting Hill x You've got a Mail Taekook AU, where it gets cliched, till it isn't.

Till it's just. You know. Love.

(a huge thanks to kai for helping me compile these fics!)

[friendlynbhddevil]

Okay I'm going to go a little out of order but you have watched Evil?!

I completely agree!! It was so fun because you actually never know whether it was the work of something demonic or just some elaborate plan of a cult that was inducing mind breaks in them. Usually, I am able to like the villains of a show, even if it's just a little bit. But Leland and the mother? Especially Leland? Infuriating. You know what, it's the both of them.

I hope you enjoy watching the showss :D

Taehyung said and I quote, "Chapter 2 is not about taking our shirts off"

Yeah. Sure, cool bro. I believe you. It's not like he was shirtless for photoshoots and a mv. Nope, not him.

Ohh I absolutely agree!! When I got to know about how strict the rules were, I was genuinely shocked. Like what do you mean they can't have a life?? And I have heard about that idol!! I don't remember his name but apparently he got hate for that. It made me realize that there are actual delusional fans. Yikes.

AYEEEEE I mean it's Agust D. There's no competition. There can't be. He's nicknamed 'Hand of Midas' for a reason. And I absolutely love his frankness. Plus he's such a sweetheart😭😭💜

My bias, ever since I laid eyes on him(my best friend, who's an army and who got me into kpop sent me the mv for BS&T), has been Namjoon. When I first got into BTS, I was like oh he's baby but ooo boy, I was in for a surprise because Baepsae Namjoon hit me like a sledgehammer. My bias wrecker is Jimin (also saw him in the mv for the first time). He's so precious and mischievous, I loveee it. And there's a softness to him. Having known them for some time, I understand that that softness comes from being emotionally and mentally strong.

For the shows because I just need to talk(yap) about them-

●Supernatural- DEAN DESERVED BETTER like what the hell?? I was mad. Hasn't this man gone through enough??

●The Devil Judge- Truee trueee😭 bless the writers🙂‍↕️💖

●I haven't finished watching the Untamed but that's certainly interesting! Some shows just have that vibeee. For me, The Devil Judge would be summer transitioning into autumn.

●Lucifer- That was the best thing to happen during that season!! Maze and Eve are so adorableee. Can they easily annihilate me? Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that they are cute🙂‍↕️

●Sherlock- Yesss, I know about the show and the SuperWhoLock phenomenon

●After watching Lee Dong Wook in Strangers from Hell, I searched for more shows. I watched Bad and Crazy and I was GONE. Sanity who?

●I haven't watched Goblin BUT I have seen people being more invested in the Goblin/Grim Reaper dynamic👀

●Kill me, Heal me- I added it to my watch list!! I remember seeing your reblogs and I am so excited to watch it!

●The Vampire Diaries- Now, the only reason I know about this show is because I was watching a funny moments compilation of SPN, and Damon's edit (a chaotic, thirsty one) was in queue. Aaand, I fell down the rabbit hole. Damon Salvatore, logically, is not a good choice but who cares? *insert the shrugging emoticon* As for the crossover fics, I have heard about the Damon and Dean ones👀👀

●Criminal Minds- I have to watch this showw now. Added to my watch list!

Dean and Damon fighting would be such a visual treat though. Even the actors know each other, so maybe if we wish for it hard enough...👀👀

I am an Army! I’ve been a fan almost since their debut😍 hbu? Are you into other groups or is it mostly BTS? Also, what are your top favorite shows?😅🫣

WOOAAAHHH You're like a veteran ARMY and that's so cool!! You got to see them grow over the years as individuals and artists. So on that note, what do you think of the progress from the stickers censoring any display of skin to the insanity we have now?💀(I'm sorry for being unserious) oh and who's your bias and bias wrecker?

I became a fan in 2020. I'm into ATEEZ too, they are pretty awesomeee. Since I like to explore in terms of music, I know the Rose, Seventeen, Stray Kids(they were actually my first ever kpop group), Enhypen and NCT, RIIZE and CIX.

But it's mostly BTS for me :D In this Bangtan shit for lifeee🙂‍↕️💜💜

My top favorite shows, in no particular order:-

●Beyond Evil (a show I will always keep coming back to, always. It feels like home )

●Killer and Healer (the last episode did not happen. That's it.)

● The Devil Judge (I kind of wanted Gaon to elope with Yohan T_T)

● Lucifer (my beloved, I have so many memories and feelings; season 6 was sort of unnecessary)

● Evil (we NEED season 4)

● The Exorcist (WHY DO MY FAVORITE SHOWS GET CANCELLED WHYYY)

● Prodigal Son (same as above)

● Legends of Tomorrow (even though I haven't watched all the seasons, I am (very) attached to the characters)

● Hannibal (this show is serious to the point that it reaches the territory of hilarity. Very aesthetic and visually stunning)

● Strangers from Hell (fun show, keeps you guessing)

● Supernatural (again, I haven't been able to watch all seasons, but I am attached to the characters and I would fight for them)

● Guardian (I absolutely ADORE thiss)

● Psychopath Diary (severely underrated, this is a gem! It's not overly dark, is funny and sticks to the point)

● Good Manager (OOOO THIS IS PEAK COMEDY and so so heartwarming)

What are your top favorite showss👀👀 and I'm sorry if this got too long😭 I tend to get carried away.

[farfromsugafanfic]

Rebound | m.yg

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: cheating (once and not on OC), alcohol consumption, smut, sexual assault (one instance by a third party) (additional warnings at the beginning of each chapter)

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad in 2018.

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[joonsbees]

the king gets a new jester

[dazzled-by-jimin]

Practice Makes Perfect

Summary: You help Yoongi with his sword routine, but end up getting much more in return. (Rated E)

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[caffeinated-moonchild]

unwelcomed warmth [min yoongi]

writer: ichigo

genre: short story, fan fiction

synopsis: yoongi helps jungkook's girlfriend cook a meal for him and realizes he likes her.

character/s: min yoongi, reader [you], jeon jungkook

story:

After hours of being immersed into chopping up beats he couldn’t get quite right, Yoongi suddenly feels his stomach grumble. He checks his watch; it’s a few hours past lunch time.

He gets up from his chair and goes off to the kitchen to make himself a snack, or maybe a full-on meal, seeing as his breakfast has run its course and he needs proper nourishment to finally get that damn beat right. Namjoon is expecting the beat to be finalized within the week. He needs to get it ready today or he’ll cram, something he had never been fond of.

The dorm seems eerily quiet without Taehyung’s screams of anguish and Jungkook’s victorious holler after he beats the other in a game, or Hoseok’s cackling coupled with Jin’s angry babble about Namjoon getting the wrong brand of gochujang for the nth time. As much as he enjoys the quiet, he does miss the boys in their off days. Coupled with the fact that they have been spending a lot of time without him in rehearsals and promotional events, Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of suddenly wanting to punch his past self for all the times he had told the boys to leave him be.

Lost in his thoughts on his way to the kitchen, he was startled to see a familiar figure in the kitchen, fumbling around the cupboard.

Familiar blue curls bouncing on her head, Yoongi finds you, Jungkook’s girlfriend, atop a small stool propped up by the counter, looking through the cupboards, frustration and small beads of sweat on your face.

“Hey.” Yoongi says softly, greeting you. While Yoongi doesn’t mind you, and in fact, even likes her for respecting his personal space unlike Jungkook’s previous girlfriends who almost always overdid their interactions with him, he didn’t expect you in their dorm today. Jungkook must have given you a key.

You turn around, not expecting Yoongi to be awake, and suddenly jolt backwards in surprise, tumbling down quickly as the stool hasn’t been as stable as you expected.

Yoongi rushes over to you, worried.

Yoongi yells out your name, gathering you up, getting a hold of arms as he helped you up.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi says, as you prop yourself up, dusting off some of the spilled salt that had tumbled down the stool with you.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” you say in return, clutching onto your left arm, soothing a small ache creeping in. “I should’ve told you I was coming.”

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asks, noticing you wince after massaging your left arm. “I’ll go get some ice…”

“I’m fine, Yoongi.” you say, with a small, shy smile. “I’ve had worse at work.”

Yoongi finds himself looking at you a bit longer than he’d care for; he was worried Jungkook might throw a fit when he sees the bruise on your arm, knowing how protective he can be of you, but apart from that, he wanders off into studying your face; you had golden, tanned skin that Jungkook just wouldn’t shut up about when he had first seen you at sound check - it was where he and the rest of BTS had met you; a tough-as-nails tech coordinator working on their show, your characteristic dyed blue hair making you hard to miss, chocolate brown doe eyes that gave you a look of bewilderment almost all the time, and small but plump lips that he had seen Jungkook help himself with more times that he could count. As much as he was tired of Jungkook’s constant wax poetic about his new girlfriend, Yoongi would always find himself agreeing all the time because he was a good friend.

But was that all there is?

“Yoongi?”

Gathering all his thoughts and stuffing him at the back of his mind, way way back, Yoongi snaps out of his forbidden train of thought about his friend’s girlfriend. He faces you, putting on his usual guarded – but gentle – façade for you.

“What were you looking for up there, anyway?” Yoongi asked, grabbing the small vacuum by the sink to clean up the spilled salt on the floor.

“See, I wanted to do something nice for Jungkook.” you say, putting the untrustworthy stool back into its place by the counter. “I know he’ll be tired from rehearsals today and I want him to come home to a nice, home cooked meal. So, I thought that maybe I’d make him some.”

Yoongi smiled to himself. You wanted to cook him a meal. After rehearsals. He had to admit he’s a sucker for that kind of sweet, too. Maybe it’d be nice to come home to you making him a meal after a tiring day at Genius Lab…

“What did you plan on making?” Yoongi asked, emptying the vacuum tray into the trash.

“Kimchi Fried Rice.” you say, sheepishly, knowing you wouldn’t have pulled it off if you tried. But you could try, right?

Yoongi looked at you in amusement; you were obviously not Korean, and judging by seeing Jungkook in the kitchen often whenever you came over, it’s easy to assume that your cooking wasn’t as exemplary as he’d hoped.

“It’s not that hard.” Yoongi says, smiling, trying to sooth your evident disappointment at your own cooking skills.

“Let me help.”

You, overjoyed, scream in glee and jump into Yoongi’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his earrings tickling your cheek. Good thing Yoongi had caught you in time, or you’d have fallen on the floor and caused trouble for him in therapy the next day.

Yoongi’s heart could've skipped its way out of his chest; his arms around your waist, feeling your soft frame warm and close to him, messy blue curls tickling his cheek, the scent of coconut and sunshine – the scent of you – filling him in.

Damn you, Jungkook. he thought. Damn Jungkook and his luck. Damn him getting to taste her skin, hold her body, bask in her scent every day.

As much as Yoongi wanted to stay in your arms forever, he lets you go gently, easing you down as he had realized he had absentmindedly lifted you off the ground a few inches as he held you. You smiled at him, grateful.

“Let’s get started then.”

After an hour (or two), you were able to whip up some kimchi fried rice with Yoongi’s help. Knowing you would have wanted to do it yourself, Yoongi was careful to give you space and let you learn, while he guided you and gave you instructions. After all, after cooking for Jungkook for years, if there was anyone there who knew how Jungkook liked his food, it was him.

And in between these, Yoongi indulged himself, quietly. He enjoyed brushing his hand ever so slightly against yours in guiding you; He enjoyed looking at you as you moved around the kitchen checking on your rice while sautéing kimchi and onions, blue curls bouncing up after you as you went; He enjoyed laughing a bit too much at the little silly jokes you made about almost every food item you see in the kitchen; He enjoyed having you to himself, even just for a while, even if it’s for someone else.

“Jungkook always gets here first.” Yoongi says, loading the pans and the knives in the dishwasher. “You should get it ready. There’s a nice-looking blue plate on the shelf there. You can use it.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You say, making your way to the shelf where Seokjin kept the dishes. You take out the blue dish plate, which is, funnily enough, the same shade as your hair.

“Thank you for all of this.” You say, scooping the fried rice on the plate. “I would’ve ended up burning your beautiful kitchen if it weren’t for you. I owe you so much.”

Yoongi smiled. That hug, those jokes, these few minutes of you and just you, to him is more than enough.

“Ah, it’s nothing.” he lies, setting the dishwasher timer. “Anything for you.”

You look at him, bewildered and amused. To you, this is probably the longest you and Yoongi had spoken, probably the closest in proximity you had ever been. He was never really vocally affectionate, or affectionate at all, not unless he was made to by the boys, from what you’d seen.

After all, it was rare to be liked by Yoongi. You knew how protective he is of Jungkook, and you knew you needed to win him over from day one, since the rest of the boys didn’t take as long. Maybe you did it. Maybe you can brag to Jungkook about it later. Either way, the thought made you smile.

“…Anything for you and Jungkook, I mean.” Yoongi continues, internally beating himself up for that little slip.

And, as if right on cue, a familiar voice sets in.

“Ah, what smells good!?” Jungkook bellows from the living room, the sound of his duffel bag making a soft thud on the floor.

Jungkook follows the scent into the kitchen and finds you by the counter, scooping up what was left of the rice into the blue dish plate.

Jungkook hurriedly wraps his arms around his girlfriend’s waist, giving you small kisses on the neck as you set the pan aside.

“Hungry?” You ask, turning your head to the side to give Jungkook’s nose a small peck.

“Oh, am I?” Jungkook jokes, giving your left breast a squeeze.

Yoongi tries his best to look away. As much as he loved his dongsaeng, he wanted no more than to punch Jungkook in the face, either for his luck or for holding what should’ve been his in his arms, or for both.

“Oh, hey hyung.” Jungkook greets Yoongi, who had silently been distracting himself by serving himself some of the fried rice while he and you made a show of their affection.

“Baby, Yoongi helped me make this for you!” You exclaimed joyfully, motioning to the plate of food in front of you, as Yoongi could barely stifle a smile at how adorably your voice squeaked every time you were excited.

“She would’ve burnt down the dorm.” Yoongi jokes, making his way to the fridge for some water, as you and Jungkook laughed.

“I’ll see you guys later.” says Yoongi, with a small, somewhat forced smile, disappearing into the hallway with a bowl of rice on one hand and a bottle of water tucked in his arm. He felt a small, sharp sinking hole in his chest as he walked back into his room, into solitude.

He never wanted much, never asked for much, yet the one thing - the small simple thing he found himself wanting, was given to someone else.  

He chuckles at his predicament.

He’ll get to finish the song today, after all.

[yoongiverse]

cat hybrid! yoongi

summary: yoongi sometimes can’t help the clingy cat hybrid side of him

pairing: yoongi x reader, minor vmin

genre: fluff, crack

rating: sfw

warnings: mentions of heat, scenting

index: y/n means “your name”

song: back door by stray kids

author’s note: i saw a bunch of yoongi cat edits and i couldn’t help making this

© 2020 yoongiverse. all rights reserved

[jungshook69]

Cold heart

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy.

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

PAIRING/S: Yoongi X female reader ; Hoseok X female reader

GENRE: Divorce au

WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating and divorce and angst.

SUMMARY: “He doesn’t love me anymore. I gave him my heart as a whole, only for him to break it in return. I never knew my life would turn out this way. I never knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do such a thing. But I was wrong. I knew I chose the wrong person, but it was too late.”

A/N: I was really happy seeing the love my first fanfic received. Honestly I didn’t expect more than one note on it, but was pleasantly surprised considering it’s my first time on here. Well hope you guys like it and it does well:) Also I’m sorry in advance if there’s any spelling errors:(

Y/N’s POV:

Another day, another dinner left cold. I gripped the plate on which the now cold steak lay and placed it in the fridge. I don’t know why I worked so hard to make it when I knew, he wouldn’t be home in time to enjoy it. I wrapped up my cold dinner, which I was planning to eat with him too, and placed it in the fridge. I walked over to the couch in the living room of the big empty house and sat by the fireplace waiting for my husband to return home. Before I knew it I was out like a light.

I woke up when I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I felt goosebumps line the skin of my bare arms. The fire had died out and the lights were also out. I checked my phone to see the time, 2.00 AM. Was he not home yet? I walked up the stairs and saw Yoongi sleeping on the bed, still dawning his work attire. He must’ve been really tired.

I shuffled over and removed his socks and tie and watch. I’ve been his wife for 5 years now, stinky socks is something I’ve learned to deal with over time. I also sensed the reeking smell of alcohol from his breath. Must’ve gone to the bar with the guys from his office. At least he could’ve told me, then I wouldn’t have put so much effort into making him dinner. I unbuttoned his shirt, as I knew he liked to sleep comfortably. When I was folding his shirt and keeping his belongings away I noticed a bruise on his neck. I leaned over to take a closer look and realized what it was.

It was a hickey.

My eyes brimmed with tears as I held my breath to not make any noise. I entered the bathroom and sank to the floor, leaning against the door, burying my head in my knees. I knew this time would come at some point, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Me and Yoongi met in university. He was my first love, and I really thought he would be my last. The last 5 years of marriage had been rough. I gave him all my love, but he was still cold and distant. Talking had reduced from chatting about literally everything to a simple “I’m going be late home from work” between us. I loved him unconditionally but I didn’t feel the same being returned.

Over the last year or so it had gotten worse. I once even found an earring in the back of his car, and he claimed that he had bought it as a present for me. He often came home smelling like women’s cologne but I didn’t question it. It wasn’t because I was naïve. It was because I loved him so much that I didn’t wanna let him go. But now my suspicions were confirmed.

I tried to desperately steady my breathing and stood up and looked in the mirror. I then reached over to the drawer and picked up the pregnancy test I has stashed away. I stared at the two lines etched onto it. I was going to break it to him tonight. He always used protection with me because he told me he didn’t want kids. But I guess that one night we had when he had launched himself at me after he came back drunk caused this. I didn’t care if it was an accident. Because I wanted a baby. I never really complained since he didn’t want one.

I was thinking about how to address the situation at hand. I needed to let him know. I decided that I would reveal everything to him at our anniversary dinner. And maybe question him about his hickey the same night too. I ended up sleeping in the guest room that night, because I didn’t wanna be anywhere near that lying man.

TIME SKIP: NEXT DAY

Yoongi had just left for work after eating only half of the eggs and sausages I had made him. I picked up my phone and called the one person in this world who cared about me, Yoongi’s friend, but who had grown closer to me now, Hoseok.

“Hey Y/N, good morning” his sweet voice greeted me.

“Hi Hobi” I replied.

“Wassup?”

“Ummm nothing… are you busy?”

“Actually no, I was just gonna head out and get some coffee”

“Oh perfect can you meet me at café xxx in 10 minutes, I wanna talk to you.”

“Sure… you okay?”

“yeah… I’ll see you there”

“Okay byee”

I grabbed my phone and straightened out my attire and headed out. I saw him waiting at a table and joined him there.

“Hi Y/N, what happened?” he asked immedietly.

“I’m pregnant.” I whispered.

“W-what?!” He said choking on his coffee.

“It’s true…”

“It’s Yoongi’s… right?”

“Yeah of course, who else’s would it be?”

“No it’s just, I thought you guys weren’t that close anymore…”

“Yeah but it happened…”

“You need to tell him Y/N I know he may seem cold, but maybe if you tell him— ”

“I think Yoongi’s cheating on me” 

“WHAT?!” He accidently yelled.

“Hobi shush people are staring” I whisper-yelled at him.

“Sorry, but seriously what?!”

“I think its been happening for a year, they were always subtle things but after seeing a hickey on his neck last night…”

“I’m so sorry Y/N” he said, his eyes softening.

“It’s not your fault is it? But I am gonna confront him tonight.”

“If you ever need anything Y/N I’m just a phone call away…”

“Thank you so much Hobi I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Anything for you Y/N” He mumbled into his coffee cup.

I sipped on my coffee dreading to talk to him tonight.

TIME SKIP: SAME NIGHT

I waited. And waited. Like I always do. My pregnancy test was in my pocket. Dinner was served out on plates and the candle had almost completely melted away as I waited for him to arrive.

1 hour, nothing.

2 hours, nothing.

But luckily, I heard the familiar jingling of keys and the door opened to reveal a disheveled Yoongi. He made his way to the table and sat down in front of his plate without saying a word. He stared down at his plate. He didn’t reek of alcohol, so that was a good sign.

I didn’t spring the whole “Why are you late?” thing on him. Instead I asked, “Tired?”

“…” No words escaped Yoongi’s mouth.

“Well do you remember what today is? It’s our 6th anniversary!”

He didn’t say a word instead he got up from the table leaving the food untouched and opened his bag. He fished out a folder and placed it in front of me.

I grew curious and opened it to find a document inside. My heart stopped. My breath became short but in fear of harming the second heart beating in my stomach I steadied my breath.

There laid out in front of me were… divorce papers.

“Listen Y/N…” Yoongi spoke up “I’ve fallen in love with someone else…”

My heart shattered into a million pieces. I couldn’t fathom the words this man was uttering.

“I’ve been seeing someone else… behind your back for a year now… An- And she’s pregnant, and I cant just leave her alone, it’s my baby, so I’ve decided to raise it with her…”

I couldn’t find my voice. My words were stuck at the back of my throat and I began choking on the tears I was holding back.

“Listen if you want I can give you some things like my car in the divorce to help you out till you find a job… but she needs to stay in this house with me so…”

I picked up the pen in a blind rage and signed the papers. I slammed the papers in his face and took my crying mess of a face upstairs. I dragged out the biggest bag I could find and stuffed everything I could fit in there. My hands wavered on the pendant he had given me. Without a second thought I stuffed it under all my clothes.

I then dragged my suitcase down the stairs to see his eyes widen as they followed my struggling form down the stairs. I met his eyes for a second, mine overflowing with water, pouring down my face, while his remained stone cold with a slight hint of guilt ridden in them.

“Y/N…” He started.

“Yoongi… I loved you with all my heart. All I did was g-give and all you did was take from me. You n-never returned those feelings. I trusted you and you b-broke me. If you would’ve told me a year earlier I would’ve saved you a whole year of pain of living with me, and p-pretending to love me. This is the last time you’ll be seeing us again Yoongi.”

Without another word I walked out of that house. The house I thought would be filled with our children running all over the place. He didn’t try to stop me and neither did I expect him to.

I didn’t have parents. I didn’t have siblings. I had only Yoongi. I picked up my phone to call the only name I could think of, Hoseok.

TIME SKIP: 1 HOUR LATER

Luckily Hobi had picked me up and brought me over to his place. I was now sitting on his bed leaned into his chest as he snuggled me up in a blanket. A warm mug of hot chocolate provided heat to my shivering fingers.

“So you never got to tell him...” he said softly.

“I couldn’t Hobi, knowing that he’d fallen out of love with me, I couldn’t possibly lay this burden on him”

“Well he should’ve thought about it before sticking his— ”

“Hobi!”

“Sorry… it’s just… it’s his kid! And you’re gonna raise it alone?”

“Yes… I don’t have a choice”

“Listen, Y/N you’re one of my closest friends, and I know I’ve confessed to you before and you said no because you were loyal to Yoongi…” he said scratching the back of his neck nervously “but if it’s not too early to ask… I’d like to help you raise the baby…”

“W-what?” I said, utterly taken back.

“Yeah…”

“But why would you want to? I’m no better! I’m a burden! Why would you wanna help someone who rejected your kind heart just to stay loyal to her cheater of a husband, raise a baby that’s not even yours!”

“Because love is patient Y/N… I told you no matter what happened, even if you did reject my proposal, I would always wait for you… and no I’m not forcing you to love me back immediately… but I truly do want to help you raise this baby…”

“What did I do to deserve you?” I cried out as I engulfed him in a strong hug. He rested his chin on my head as he held me close to the warmth of his chest.

TIME SKIP: 6 YEARS LATER

I looked at the beautiful gold ring laying on my finger as I felt a smile creep onto my face. I heard a familiar giggle sweep through the air as I shifted my gaze up to see Hobi push Yoonji on the swings, a wide grin framing her beautiful face.

Every time I looked at her gummy smile, it reminded me of a certain someone, a certain someone who I had not seen for the last 6 years. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Yoonji’s loud squeal, “Mommy! Mommy!”

I held my arms out as she ran into my embrace and I sat her down on my lap. Hobi joined us and took a seat next to me on the park bench and laid his hand around my shoulders. I smiled at Hobi. I was so grateful he came into my life.

We then headed over to our apartment after Yoonji was done playing for the day. I held one of her hands while her other hand was held by Hobi. We lifted her off the ground as she soared high up before jumping back down. Her giggles filled the air around us. Everything was perfect. Too perfect.

As soon as we reached home I put Yoonji down to bed because she was tired from running around in the playground all day. I was in the kitchen when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist. I felt a soft kiss on my neck. I turned around and gave Hobi a peck on the lips.

“Babe…” he started.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you want to rent this place?”

“Yeah I’m sure…”

We were currently living in a cramped small apartment. But over the last 2 years me and Hobi have been working really hard and we had finally saved up enough money to buy a bigger house.

“Well I wanted to remind you that the new family is going to come over tomorrow morning to see the place”

“Oh right! Thanks for reminding me honey”

“We’re going to buy our first house together…” he said leaning against the kitchen counter, a smile spreading across his face.

“Baby…” I said turning towards him.

“Yeah?”

“I want to… I want to start a family… with you…”

“We already are a family…”

“No I mean… I want to start… trying…” I said a blood rushing to my cheeks.

Hobi had talked to me about kids. He wanted to have a baby of his own. Not that he didn’t love Yoonji. He loved her with all his heart. But he loved me and wanted to expand our family and bring a child of his own into our little family. But I wasn’t ready just yet. Although he remained patient and didn’t bring up the topic ever since.

“W-with me? You want to?” He said his eyes wide.

“Yes” I said looking down at my feet.

“I love you so much Y/N!” He said picking me up off my feet as he twirled me around and planted a kiss on my lips.

“I love you too Hobi”

“Let’s get ready for dinner! Then it’s baby-making time!”

“Yaaahhh!” I said flustered as he left to wake up Yuna for dinner. After dinner we went to sleep early as we were all exhausted and I awaited the next day.

TIME SKIP: NEXT MORNING

Yoonji was still asleep as it was pretty early. I got dressed in some jeans and a sweater and me and Hobi waited for the family to arrive.

“I really hope they accept the offer” I said anxiously rubbing my palms against my thighs.

DING DONG

We walked to the door and I was greeted by a pretty woman with hazel brown hair. She was dressed in a coat and a knee length dress and pointy heels and pearls adorned her pale neck. She held onto a smaller individual’s hand who hid behind the woman’s legs.

I felt a bit under dressed but didn’t think much of it. I bent down to the kids level and said, “Heyy I’m Y/N what’s your name?”

I watched as the little boy uncovered his face and looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes. The woman, who I presumed was his mother spoke up, “His name is Minho”.

“Well hi Minho” I said holding out my hand. I felt his tiny hand cup two of my fingers as he shook my hand.

“Hi” he spoke up in a tiny voice.

“Cute” I said standing back up.

I soon led Minho to Yoonji’s room as she had awoken, and had laid out a few toys for them to entertain themselves with.

I slightly closed the door to Yoonji’s room leaving it partially ajar so as to not disturb them. After we had provided the lady with some coffee I asked, “So… just the two of you?”

“Actually my husband is going to be 10 minutes late… he’s running late from work… I think he’ll be here any minute now…”

“Oh okay…”

As Hobi began talking to her about the square footage of the house I heard the doorbell ring.

“That must be him” the woman said.

“I’ll get it” I said making my way to the door simultaneously drinking my coffee.

I opened the door to meet an all-too-familiar face. I froze as I lost the grip on my coffee cup. It shattered to the ground. Hobi became alarmed and ran to help me but froze too when he saw the woman’s husband standing in the doorway mouth agape.

Yoongi.

After we had all comeback to our senses Hobi had seated everyone in the living room. I had excused myself to the bathroom. I couldn’t hold in the few tears that traced my cheeks now. But I gathered myself together and wiped my puffy eyes as I made my way outside. Hobi was only talking to the woman who I think was oblivious of who we really were about the price of the apartment. After an uncomfortable amount of silence the woman brought Minho out and was ready to leave. The whole time I could feel Yoongi’s gaze burn a literal hole in me.

“Baby, should we leave?” she said addressing Yoongi.

“Umm… gimme a second I want to talk to Mr. Jung here about something for a second. Take Minho and the car home, I’ll come over later by a cab.”

“But—”

“It’s okay go” he said nodding.

Without another word she left with her son. Then Yoongi finally spoke up “Hi Y/N, long time no see”

“Hello Yoongi”

“Hey Hoseok”

“Hey” he said, a slight bitter undertone to his voice.

“So Y/N… how are you?” he nervously began.

“Why’re you here?” I said finally snapping, my voice breaking as I tried to hold in my tears.

“I just wanted to ask how you’re doing…”

“You didn’t seem to care when you left her alone without anything 6 years ago…” Hobi mumbled.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi said side-eyeing him.

“You heard me”

“For your information I was talking to Y/N”

“Well she’s not comfortable, so get out” Hobi defended.

“Who do you think you are to tell me that?”

“Get out!”

“Make me” he said grabbing Hobi’s collar without hesitation.

“Stop it! Leave him alone Yoongi!” I said screaming, tears pouring down my cheeks “Don’t talk to my husband that way!”

“Your husband?” he said loosening his grip on Hobi’s collar.

“Mommy?” a soft voice broke the tension in the room.

“Yoonji please go back inside, mommy and daddy are just talking to a friend okay?”

“Okay…” she said walking back inside her room.

“A kid too?! Wow you couldn’t keep in your pants could you Hoseok!” Yoongi snarled.

That’s when I lost it. I slapped him.

“For your information Yoongi, Hoseok has been nothing but a literal angel to me! Get that through your little pea-sized brain! He helped me when I was broken, he took care of me when you left my broken self alone!” I said heaving “And guess what?!”

“No Y/N don’t…” Hobi softly whispered.

“SHE’S YOUR BABY!” I yelled out to his face.

“W-what?” he said his eyes wide “Y-your lying!”

“Why would I lie about something like this? Yes Yoongi I was pregnant. Remember the day of our anniversary dinner? When you threw the divorce papers in my face? I was going to tell you that night!”

“Well why didn’t you?”

“What would you have done if I did tell you huh? I knew you wouldn’t love me like you loved your now wife. I’d rather raise my child alone, than with someone who doesn’t love her.”

“Y/N…” he tried to speak up.

“D-don’t… just don’t Yoongi, I have a happy family now… please leave…”

A heavy guilt settled in his heart as he spoke up “Can I at least see her?”

I looked at Hobi and he gave me a small nod.

“Yoonji, come out sweetheart…”

She walked out and Yoongi dropped to his knees. For the first time, his eyes looked broken from the inside.

“Meet mommy’s friend…”

Yoonji walked over and said “Hi, I’m Yoonji” and held out her hand. Yoongi took her hand is his and squeezed tightly. I could see his eyes moisten up “Hi Yoonji, you’re very beautiful… just like you’re mother…”

“Yoonji please go back inside dear…” I said.

“You should leave now” I said addressing Yoongi.

“Can we talk?… please…” he said with pleading eyes.

I looked at Hobi and he led Yoonji by the shoulders to her bedroom after giving me a slight nod.

“I’ll walk you downstairs.”

With that we left the apartment. We seated ourselves down on the steps leading to the apartment building.

“I really hurt you didn’t I?” he spoke up breaking the silence.

“Stating the obvious… but yes you did.”

“I promise if I’d known, I would never have left you… like I did”

“I understand, it’s not your fault… you fell out of love with me, I wasn’t enough…”

“No Y/N you were always enough, it was my fault, and… I’m sorry…” he said sighing.

After a minute of silence he spoke again, “So Yoonji huh? Is it because…?”

“Yes Yoonji – Yoongi your right. That’s why I named her that. Every time I look at her, I see a reflection of you smiling back at me…”

“I’m sorry, I truly am” he said breathlessly. “I forgive you” I said a small smile forming on my lips. What’s the point in holding an endless grudge? I was in a good place in my life so why not forgive the sins of the past?

I felt his hand land on my thigh as he turned to look at me. I turned my gaze and looked him in the eyes. For once I saw warmth and compassion behind them. He leaned in, our faces dangerously close. I felt his warm breath fan my lips as I felt him slowly closing the space between us.

I placed a finger on his soft lips, stopping him inches away from meeting mine. “I love Hoseok, and I know you love your wife… this is wrong…”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh well my cab’s here… I’ll see you around Y/N”

“Yoongi wait” I called out and I reached down to my neck and unhooked the necklace hanging off of it. It was the charm Yoongi had given to me back in university, when he had first asked me out.

I placed the necklace in his palm and closed his fist with my fingers curling over his.

“Bye Yoongi" I said.

“Bye Y/N" Before I could react he planted a small peck on my forehead and ran over and hopped into his taxi. Without another word, I watched the taxi drive away.

I stood there alone on the street thinking about my life as the cool breeze flew by. I could’ve given up pretty easily 6 years ago when Yoongi left me. I could’ve given up on life. But thankfully I had my special someone who brought me out of my dark thoughts and had helped me believe that I could still live a better life ahead of me. Just because Yoongi was my first love, my heart had forced itself to ignore all the flaws in the relationship. And look at me now, I had a beautiful family with Yoonji and Hobi awaiting me upstairs in my apartment.

Always remember, your first love isn’t always your last. Life isn’t a fairytale. Destiny can be cruel. But it’s your job to pull through and make it count. To never give up. Anything is possible, if you’re with the right people.

*A/N: I hope you guys liked it:) Smile for me:)*

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