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taekookfests · 2 years ago

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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.

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!)

#fest: palette #status: fic reveals

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friendlynbhddevil · 10 months ago

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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.

#chatting with moots #💖💖💖💖#this got long

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joonsbees · 3 years ago

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the king gets a new jester

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farfromsugafanfic · 1 year ago

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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."

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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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dazzled-by-jimin · 4 years ago

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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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tsumiye-verse · 4 years ago

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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.

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yoongiverse · 5 years ago

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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

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jungshook69 · 4 years ago

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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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The taste of Red Wine part 2

A/N: Hello everyone! This is part 2 of my fan fiction! Hope you enjoy it, also I’d appreciate it a lot if you liked/reblogged my part 1! Find it here. ^u^ Part 3 is out! Find and read it here.

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and it’s fanfiction. All events and things I wrote about in this Mafia alternative universe are purely based on my imagination and fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes and nothing else. I only own Lee Meílíng Y/N and other villains mentioned in said chapters.

I do not own BTS or Bighit Entertainment/HYBE Labels or the other K-Pop idols, or artists. I’m also not associated with any of the said artists in my fanfiction. I do not support The Mafia or any of the violence, crimes, or actions that have happened in this story.

Genre: Mafia AU, Smut, Angst, Teacher! Female Reader, Mafia leader! Yoongi. From former friends to enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Violence, angst, blood, mentions of liquor, drugs, smoking, sexual harassment, heavy liquor, cursing, NSFW, mentions of sex, penetration, and grinding but it’s more of a dream.

Summary: Meeting and stumbling upon your former childhood friend as Korea’s dangerous Mafia Leader wasn’t something you’d expect to ever happen. Bumping into your asshole of a boyfriend in the morning didn’t make it better for you. As of now you decided to hit the fitness and forget all about Min Yoongi but a lot more was awaiting you...

Last edited: On the 21th of October 2024, fixed the entire chapter with some HEAVY changes of wording, sentences and phrases.

Hopefully it’ll be easier to read and enjoy, my homies & besties~ 😈🤝

Wordcount: 5,539

Luckily Daniel wasn’t home, I took my clothes off as I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red from crying and the marks of hands on my throat, I sighed as I bathed scrubbing my body thoroughly and rough. The marks on my ankles and wrists weren’t cheering me up either...

I just wanted to forget all about Min Yoongi and his gang members. I changed into some casual and comfortable oversized clothes paired with some lavender cotton socks as I waddled over to the living room, I saw Namjoon and Hoseok loafing on the couch watching whatever was on the TV.

“So what you two wanna eat? Should I cook some or order some food?” Hoseok smiled as he said that he already ordered some Korean fried chicken and Kimchi fried rice for us.

“Yeah it’ll be here in around 20 minutes, are you okay? Your neck seemed red with rashes or something...?” Namjoon asked as I looked down, rubbing my neck. “It must be some sort of allergy, don’t worry about it. I usually get awful rashes when I’m sweating or terrified like today.” I laughed it off nervously not wanting to tell them how Min Yoongi almost choked me to death and made me lose consciousness with his veiny hands.

“We’re watching some sort of romance movie and there’s already a sex scene, ahaha.” Hoseok laughed as he waited for me to sit beside him as I hugged my knees resting my head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, if it wasn’t for me then you guys would’ve been safe at home instead of being kidnapped…” Namjoon and Hoseok shook their heads as they smiled. “Y/N, it’s fine, we got out of there alive that must mean our friendship is too strong, unlike others, heh.” He said proudly and rubbed my head, I just nodded and agreed with Namjoon’s kind words. The doorbell rang as I answered the door, taking our food and bowing before I headed back to them.

“Come on let’s eat it, whilst it’s still hot~” I cooed as we smiled and ate the delicious food, we were quite hungry and it was only midday. Namjoon drank a sparkling Pacha green apple drink as he shifted his eyes around the place. “Anyways, so the group that held us hostages. They’re apparently one of the most dangerous Mafia Gangs out there: Bangtan Gang is, what they call themselves.” My eyes widen as I ate the rest of my Kimchi fried rice and kept listening to Namjoon telling us what seemed to be false a story, however it wasn’t. “Namjoon, how do you know that?” Hoseok asked in confusion as he drank a lime flavored Pacha, tilting his head curiously.

“–Park Jimin told me all about it. Also, I overheard some guys talk about the Bangtan, and I thought, it was all just lies until I heard the rumors and incidents, they’ve been responsible for.” My and Hoseok’s eyes widen as our jaws dropped, blinking in confusion. “So... They could’ve really sold us or killed us back then if we weren’t careful…” I gulped, placing my melon flavored Pacha down. I was frightened for what might’ve happened if I made one wrong move in their presence.

“Just listen closely. Let’s start with one of the eldest of the members, Park Jimin. The seducer and the planner of the group, very sly as he is easily able to shift from seductive to callous in less than a second. He’s quite manipulative and smart, also the most loyalest member to his Leader since he’s in charge of protecting and guiding him. Not to mention, he’s capable of many of things almost excelling in both defense and offense, speed and stalling out. Jimin’s considered to be Bangtan’s second Leader but that’s only theory.

Second up is Kim Taehyung, the kidnapper and punisher, who lived in the Daegu town with his leader, so he understands his way of thinking quite well. Very good at luring women with his charms and words of deception. However, his personality and identity is like a U-turn; one moment he’s flirting with you and the next thing he’ll inject a syringe filled with sleeping dose and you’ll wake up, tied tightly to a chair. Taehyung and an unlimited amount of tools to use in order to interrogate, punish, threaten or acquire relevant information from a hostage.

Third is the youngest member, Jeon Jungkook the hitman, hacker and the weapon supplier. His soft like and bunny cheeks exterior are easily mistaken as kindness, purity and innocence – but this man’s interior has a variety of knowledge about weapons, drugs, as well as all the fatal and weak spots of any human being. If that wasn’t enough, his hands are able to hack an entire network or data system in less than 20 seconds. Known to never lose a fight against an enemy or foe, always hungry for blood and violence, he seeks only to win.

Lastly, but most important Min Yoongi the Leader of the Mafia Bangtan Gang as known as ‘Suga’. The clever, cold and intimidating character never faltered or wavered in his path. Never failing a mission whether killing off a child molester or robbing a rich corrupt CEO. The emotionless and cold-hearted man with blood on his hands; he never struggled to reach his goal and never disappoints another Mafia Leader, let it be a battle or a business proposal. Surprisingly, quite a lady’s man, his handsome and cool attitude gets most women to fall for him and his eyes in an instant. However there hasn’t been someone, he has loved or felt something for.”

We finished our food and drinks as we went silent for a bit staring into the air. “Woah… I can’t believe Min Yoongi doesn’t recognize us anymore…” I said, suddenly breaking the awkward and heavy silence between us three. Hoseok just shrugged his shoulders and Namjoon clenching his jawline hard.

“It is what it is, we can no longer change who Yoongi is or what he has become. Y/N just forget about Min Yoongi, he’s no good and just bad news.” Namjoon told me, patting my shoulder and I nodded in uncertainty even though I knew that I simply couldn’t do that.

“Anyways Y/N, I have to teach some kids dancing, see you around.” Hoseok got up as he smiled softly, waving as he made a finger heart with his right hand. I waved too, making a heart with my hands, Namjoon got up too. I knew that today he had to work out with his friend Kim Seok Jin, who also happens to be a doctor. “Take care, okay? Take it easy too, make sure to say hi to Daniel for us, okay?” He fist bumped me as he headed out too, the silence filling the living room as it began to rain.

It was only 04:35 PM but something about the rainy and wet windows made me lost in my thoughts so deeply. The thoughts didn’t leave me. Yoongi’s change in tone and the fact that he threatened me. I felt betrayed, I felt hurt... I couldn’t recognize the guy I loved so much turn into someone; so criminal. “Wonder where Daniel is…? Probably at a bar or crashing again on a stripper’s Motel. I’m really a loser here.” I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I watched the rain pour down, thinking back to Yoongi’s harsh and distant words.

“I’m selling you off for a high prize to Seth Mikeson, I think that rapist is going to torture and ruin you. He wants to remove your organs and sell them to the black market too. Maybe the dark web is where your corpse will be. Make… sure I never ever see that ugly crying face of yours ever again. I don’t ever want to see you, Y/N Lee Meílíng.”

Meanwhile, Yoongi ate some medium rare steaks in his bedroom while watching some drama and action movie. He wore some gray sweatpants and no shirt, he was eating his juicy steak with some purple rice. He scoffed as he was bored, switching to a different channel as it showed a kissing scene between two lovers, his eyes stared blankly at the screen.

“Hmmph…” Yoongi thought back to me; I was in my yellow Puma hoodie in the grocery store, or our eyes gazing at each other on the night club. His smirk as I pushed Jayden off me, kicking him in the balls. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to my face or my fluttering dark brown eyes.

“Tch…” The scene quickly changed to making out as Yoongi finished his food, finally the female began to take the oversized blue hoodie, she was wearing, the man was just smirking as he was shirtless and waited for her. “You like that, Mingi?~” The woman cooed as she wasn’t wearing a bra and began grinding on him, the man groaning and cursing under his breath.

Yoongi couldn’t help but watch what the intimacy and the love unfold for them, he knew he’d never have something like those two, the position he was in and the way he was. Yoongi closed his eyes as he imagined me, dancing and showing off my hips to that Spanish song as he held onto my waist, sexily dancing with him as he swung me around just before pulling me close for passionate kiss.

“–What am I even doing? She’s different and happy with her stupid boyfriend, tch...” Yoongi got up, turning the TV off as he went downstairs to the kitchen. He set his plate down in the sink as he washed his hands and face, splashing it with cold water.

He saw Jungkook playing Animal Crossing on the Nintendo Switch as he scoffed. “Any signs of that Seth bastard, Jungkook?” He looked up playing his game as he thought for a second. “No Suga-Hyung, he hasn’t been in Seoul that much. Besides it’s hard to track him down, he seems to be lurking around.” He reported, redesigning his house in the game when Yoongi nodded and went upstairs into his bedroom again. He laid on the bed as he stared at the ceiling thinking hard.

Haven’t seen my mother in a while, I guess she doesn’t miss me anymore. Women are just stupid anyways...

The thoughts brought Yoongi back to the day before Valentines Day. “–Maybe I could be your Valentine?” Yoongi smirked, closing his locker as I chuckled softly. “You’re so funny, Yoongi–” when he lifted my chin before leaning in close to my adorable blushing face. “Maybe I would let you too…? Yoongi I—” I wrapped my arms around his back before looking into his eyes.

“Y/N! Come on or we’ll be late for PE!” Roseanne yelled from the end of the hallway, he pulled his hand away as I looked down, slightly flustered by his first move on me ever. “Yoongi, let’s talk after–” I said, taking a hold of his hand and looking deeply into his eyes. “–It’s alright, Y/N...” Yoongi mumbled timidly as he was being his distant and socially awkward self.

“I’ll see you later then, better not break that promise, Oppa!” I pointed my index finger at him before placing a quick kiss on his cheek before dashing off to Roseanne.

Yoongi shook his head as he covered his eyes with his right arm, covering them as he relaxed and fell asleep.

“You’re late!” I shouted, stamping my foot impatiently as Yoongi walked over, throwing his schoolbag over his right shoulder and scoffing loudly. “Sorry, was about to leave school and head home,” he mumbled quietly. “That’s no excuse...!” I sighed before hugging him closely, I stood on my tippy toes. “You’re so gloomy today, you think that I wouldn’t notice that...?” I pouted as he rested his chin on my shoulder, accepting my embrace.

“I don’t know, Y/N...” Yoongi replied as I pulled back, “you don’t have to pretend that you’re strong in front of me. You can lean on my shoulder if you ever need it, Yoongi.” I confessed, smiling at him as he averted his eyes away. “Thank you, Y/N...” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as I took a hold of his hand, “come on, let’s get Tteokbokki together, Oppa!” I smiled sweetly, hugging his arm as he flashed me his unusual sweet gummy smile. “Yah, stop calling me Oppa, Y/N...” He whined as we headed to the street vendors.

“What the fuck?! Why am I dreaming of the past now? Y/N called me her Oppa, somehow I didn't want to her stop calling me that.” Yoongi sighed deeply as he rubbed the back of his neck looking around.

One hour later, I was typing down some Korean paragraphs as I reviewed some of the last English essays. I yawned, removing my contacts as I rubbed my forehead usually I get a headache from wearing them for too long. “God… My head’s hurting like hell!” I groaned out loudly in frustration as I went to grab some painkillers before swallowing them. I went to use the bathroom afterward when I noticed some blood in the toilet. I frowned and closed my legs tightly before grabbing a pad. I waddled to the shower room as I washed off my legs and used some toilet papers to dry my ass. I placed the pad on me and kept my legs closed until I grabbed a pair of black panties.

I placed my pad tight and secure on them then I changed into my panda pajamas. “Man… no wonder I felt so awful. I guess my hormones have been out of balance lately, stress, fear, and the overwhelming feeling of losing somebody you used to know.” I sighed and chopped some carrots, cucumbers, zucchinis, bell peppers, bean sprouts, sea kelp, mushrooms along with some dried Nori. I made my cozy and comfort food for when I felt awful; Bibimbap. I cooked some rice in the rice cooker as I grabbed a bowl, filling it as I placed the stir-fried vegetables. I added some soy sauce and mixed it with my chopsticks. It was around 07:45 PM, I yawned. I could feel my energy getting drained from my painful period. “I guess I should head to bed and fall asleep, hmm a message?” I checked my phone as I saw 18 unread messages from today and yesterday from our group chat ‘Anpanman’.

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:07: “Y/N! Lee Meílíng where are you? Please answer. Just at least send us a reply or something. You’re starting to worry us…”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:10: “Tell us you’re safe, don’t ignore us. Those gunshots were real and we heard them escaping the smoke. Why won’t you answer us, Y/N. Please say something, anything.”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:11: “Are you home with Daniel, please say so. I want a reply to anything a thumbs up or an emoji, just give us something so we know you’re still alive.”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:13: “We aren’t going to leave you until you give us an answer or a damn call, Y/N.”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:14: “LEE MEÍLÍNG Y/N!”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:16: “LEE MEÍLÍNG Y/N!”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:17: 21 Missed call(s)

🐨 😎 Joon sent a voice message, 03:18: “Listen Y/N, are you at a hospital? We will come and find you soon, please just rest and we’ll be there. I swear you’ll make it out alive.”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:20: “Oh my god… Y/N, the Mafia Gang was responsible for the gunshots and they’ve kidnapped you as their hostage. But don’t worry, they got us in their car we’re on our way. Please be safe…”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:21: “Fighting. Y/N, don’t be scared we’ll rescue you!”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:22: “We’re almost there, it’s a bumpy road, please be okay.”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:23: “Keep smiling, and please don’t cry, you’re a strong woman!”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:24: “We’re here at their mansion, which room is it you’re in?!”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:25: “Oh my goodness! Those ropes and the darkroom, Y/N they did hurt you?! Why aren’t you answering us? Are you unconscious!?”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:26: “Those bastards better not touch or lay a finger on you or I’ll kill them with no mercy!”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:27: “That half blonde jerk, he’s the one who’s with you right now? Isn’t he?! Please stay strong, they promised nothing would happen to you as long as the boss isn’t agitated. I’m not worried your cute face alone is going to save you from suffering and pain, I just know that!”

🐨 😎 Joon, 03:29: “Fuck, Y/N. We’re sorry that we can’t be with you know. But we’re watching you in a room with security cameras, that creep is in trouble for touching your thigh like that!”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 03:30: “This is really bad Y/N, we can no longer watch you. The boss has gotten a hold of you now… please God, I beg you, please keep her safe.”

I felt sad staring at those unread messages, my eyes getting filled with tears. I knew I had left them worried sick to death. I wrote a long message pouring out my feelings and heart into it.”

🌷🥰 Fierce Y/N, 20:08: “Oh my goodness, guys… You two… I just read these messages and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you had to go through and experience all that because of me, please you don’t have to forgive me. I’m just grateful to have you alive by my side; safe and sound, you two mean a lot to me.”

☀️ 😁 Hobi, 20:08: “Aish… Y/N you’re still awake? You should sleep, sorry we spammed your phone with so many messages. We overreacted a little, but you should know we would risk everything for you to be safe. 🤓 We love 💙 you.”

🐨 😎 Joon, 20:10: “Yeah you should go to bed. Let’s meet up tomorrow for some karaoke. Like Hoseok just said, we really care for you. 💓 Love you and sweet dreams.”

It was Sunday the 3rd of May 2020. The next morning I woke up to someone groaning and shouting in the living room. I woke up as I hurried to where the sound might be coming from and to no surprise it was him. Daniel Jones, my abusive, drunk, high, and sexist boyfriend. “Where tha fuck have ya been?! Ya fucking shit slut.” I looked down, hearing those words trying, not to worked up over this shit. My period was making things and words more sensitive than usual. I sighed as I looked at him, rubbing my left arm.

“We had a party at our University and a student got really drunk, so we took her to the hospital. And I stayed overnight because she didn’t want to be left alone in a hospital.” Daniel scoffed as he stared at me, he closed his eyes shut clearly wanting to fall asleep again.

“–Shit, next time make some fucking food before you leave. I was so fucking hungry! No stupid female should be allowed out of the house or not be able to cook sumn.” Daniel turned his back as he went to sleep, I had a frowned expression on as I went to the kitchen, I grabbed a beef cup noodles as I poured over the hot water and used the seal to keep it warm. I put on some black leggings, a large and loose hoodie as I headed out. Luckily the sun was shining its warm beams and I could eat outside, I texted Hoseok and sat on the bench near our apartment complex.

“Good morning, you up, my cute sunshine?” I could smell the lovely beef ramen as I hummed to myself, kicking my feet left and right as I saw the blue sky.

“Ohh~ so you’re already awake? How did you sleep last night? Did you dream of me? Feeling better? <3” I chuckled at his flirty text as I sent a voice message.

“Hehe, yes I did sleep well, and sadly no. I didn’t dream of you. You wanna meet up? I’m outside in the hot weather it’s so nice and beautiful.”

We both laughed and agreed to meet up at a nearby cafe around the park. I hugged Hoseok tighter, closer and longer than usual, he was shocked as he rubbed my back. “Everything ok, Y/N?” He tilted his head in confusion as he smiled looking at me. I realized what I was doing and took a step back. “Sorry I just had a rough morning, my period is making me really weird.” I looked down shyly and embarrassed he just rubbed my hair and chuckled. “It’s fine I don’t mind your soft hugs, come on I’ll treat you to some good breakfast.”

I nodded when we went inside, the menu was huge and had lots of options to choose between. We sat down near the window in the corner, Hoseok called the waitress. “A cafe latte and an iced caramel macchiato, please.” She nodded as she went behind the counter. “–So what are you getting Hoseok? The menu has so many different options and varieties!” He hummed and smiled, pointing at no. 18 and no. 2, a stack of American fluffy pancakes and 2 sunny side eggs. “Wow they look so yummy, I guess I’ll take no. 3 and no. 5, the Japanese soufflé pancakes and the 3 fruits Sando.”

The waitress came back with our drinks as she wrote down our orders and bowed. “I’ll be right back, thanks for waiting.”

I guess this place helped me calm down, Daniel was just being a misogynistic douchebag and sexist as usual. He wasn’t like that before he got addicted to drugs, heavy liquor and strong marijuana...

“–So everything ok? Y/N, you seem to be frustrated about something or sad nowadays… You know you can tell me anything, I’m willing to listen to you anytime.” Hoseok saw right through me and I guess he was right; I was frustrated with the whole Min Yoongi situation. I also was sad about Daniel Jones not treating me right.

“It’s just that… I don’t know… how to explain it anymore…” I shed tears as I looked down, closing my eyes and refusing to show Jung Hoseok my pathetic crying face. And it over someone that could care less about me too. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, whatever it is. Everything’s going to be alright, Y/N.” He got up from his seat and leaned in, hugging my head to his chest, I held onto him tightly. “I don’t think Daniel loves me anymore. I think he hates me and doesn’t want to be with me anymore...” Hoseok’s eyes were full of worries when he grabbed my shoulders now giving me a serious look.

“He… Daniel didn’t hurt you, right? What did he tell you?! What did he do??” I shook my head as I wiped my tears away. “He just yelled a lot of misogynistic and sexist stuff, like I’m only allowed to stay indoors like a good woman. That I should cook for him when he comes home drunk and high every day.” Hoseok clenched his fists, scoffing annoyed, he was very agitated. “Break up with him Y/N, you deserve better. And no guy should ever treat you like that and still be with you.” I nodded and flashed a soft smile, Jung Hoseok knows how to make me happy and my worries disappear without fail.

“Yeah, but where would I live? We share that apartment and I know he’d just come back to have a place to sleep and eat. Unless I get a hold of his keys too… Then I don’t know.” Hoseok patted my head and gave me a thumbs up. “You can live with me, it’s fine my sister kinda missed seeing you and cooking for us two.” I sat down, thinking for a bit I didn’t want to be a burden to Jung Hoseok or his beautiful sister. The waitress arrived with two trays as she placed the food on the table. “Thank you so much,” I bowed, admiring and glancing at the food.

“It’s fine, Hoseok you’ve done so much for me, I’ll be ok. Come one let’s eat.” Hoseok nodded, humming before eating his sunnyside eggs and he took a sip of his cafe latte. “Wow, this is so great it’s been a while since we ate together like this, ahaha.~” I smiled as I ate my Sando fruit sandwich, it was sweet and creamy along the fresh fruits too. I drank my a little of iced caramel macchiato.

“Yeah, it sure has, we need to do this more often.” We both smiled as we gave our cheers then we finished eating. “So what are you up to now? Any plans for today’s Sunday?” Hoseok cooed as he checked his phone for the time, it was 3:10 PM. “No not really should we hit the fitness, I think we might meet Namjoon.” He smiled agreeing as we walked towards the subway, taking it to Hoseok’s apartment. I figured out going back to see Daniel would be a bad idea.

“Sorry, if it’s a bit messy, been quite busy lately.” A few albums were scattered around the wooden floor and some hoodies on the couch. “It’s fine, Daniel makes more of a mess than you to be honest.” I scoffed, crossing my arms as we went inside his bedroom, he grabbed a yellow t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants. “Well, Noona isn’t home right now, so I hope it’s okay if you borrow some of my clothes. Is it alright with you?” I nodded, Hoseok was quite fashionable so I didn’t mind wearing some of his clothes. I was still wearing leggings.

I took my tank top hoodie off as Hoseok blushed red before looking away respectfully as I giggled. “This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me like that, you know we went to the beach before.” I wore his yellow t-shirt as I cooed. “Well yeah, but it’s been a while since we last went to the beach, you’re so gorgeous as usual, heh heh.~” We chuckled and headed down before taking the subway. About 20 minutes passed as we arrived in front of the fitness. We were greeted by a familiar face, Namjoon smiled as his dimples were showing off. “What a lovely surprise, you two here for trouble or to work out?” I and Hoseok looked at each other as we nodded.

“Maybe both? Both are great ahaha.” We snickered when Namjoon laughed as he showed us around, pointing at the treadmills and weights. “I think I wanna use the treadmills.” He smiled as he set the settings and it was ready to use. “There ya go.” I thanked him, Hoseok took some weights as he sat down on the small stool and lifted them up and down. I began to run, focusing on Daniel’s harsh and stupid words it made me run faster like fuel to a train.

In front of me, a guy started to run too. Our eyes met and I gasped. It was him, the guy I saw before being kidnapped those light brown eyes, cherry pink hair, and the bunny like face.

“It’s okay, I got you now, Noona.”

“You…” I mumbled, staring at him with a mean look. Jungkook looked down as he took one of his headphones out. “–What is it, Noona?” He still used honorifics, even though we were practically strangers. “What… What are you doing here?” He scoffed as his eyebrows furrowed, he sighed. “It’s Jeon Jungkook. Noona, I’m here to work out, what do you expect?” I sighed, feeling a bit dumbfounded at my question, he didn’t seem dangerous but he was a Mafia member after all. I could only think of Min Yoongi but I slowed down the treadmill and got off. I sat on the bench drinking some water. “Everything ok, Y/N?” Namjoon patted my shoulder, I nodded and said that I was just exhausted from yesterday. I drank some water as Hoseok looked over at Jungkook. “Isn’t that one of the Bangtan members, the youngest one to be exact?”

Namjoon nodded explaining that he comes here quite often, girls and women always stare at his tattooed body and abs. “But aren’t they getting caught or arrested?” Namjoon shook his head as he explained. “No. Not really, I mean as long as he doesn’t cause any trouble and stays lowkey, there’s no reason to.”

I ran for a half hour as I stopped, I was sweaty and panted heavily. “I think that’s it for today.” I went to the women’s changing room as I took my clothes off and began showering before washing myself thoroughly.

“Well Boss, it seems you’ve been so stressed out lately, maybe you just need to get laid. So we’ve bought some girls over for you. This is Lola.” Taehyung said as he smirked, taking a woman’s hand. She had huge breasts probably a size D and an hourglass shaped body. She most likely got surgery for that kind of body. “Why the fuck, did you do that? I don’t fucking need it.” Yoongi growled as he went to his bedroom and stared at the ceiling, his mind wandered somewhere else.

It was the summer before graduating High school, the 5 of us went to Jeju Island’s famous beach during a school trip...

“What? You think I look lame?” I huffed, with my hands on my hips sassily as I lowered my sunglasses. “Th-That’s not what I said... I said that you look alluring in that color...” Yoongi said quietly, averting his eyes as I blushed red.

“Thank you,” I pursed my lips, rubbing my arm as he was clearly checking me out. “Come on you two, let’s go!” Rosanne said, grabbing my arm as we ran to the waves of water. “Come on, Yoongi-Hyung!” Hoseok shouted, jumping on his back as they ran to the water with Namjoon.

“You know we can do it tonight if you want to, Yoongi...” I said, hugging Yoongi from behind as he was extremely timid, “are you sure? You didn’t even give Daniel your answer yet...” He mumbled randomly, “forget about it then...” I looked down and was about to leave his room when he pulled me by the wrist. “–Don’t go, please...” He said, hugging me tightly as I turned around to face him. I was beyond flustered and frustrated with him, I stood on my tippy toes before kissing him.

Now Lola sat on the side of the bed as it brought Yoongi back to the present. “Could you please not leave me anymore...?” He whispered quietly as she smirked, thinking she could finally win the famous Bangtan leader’s heart. He sighed deeply as he sweated a bit before saying something. “–Y/N, do you love me?” The woman played along and answered happily. “Yes, I do. I’m going to make you feel good, just relax.” She leaned in kissing his ears and his biceps, he obviously didn’t wanna kiss the mouth of a woman he met just like that.

Lola started to unbutton his pants as she rubbed her hand on his boxer’s, she smirked. Yoongi was lost in thoughts, thinking about the past and Y/N, he didn’t notice her pulling his pants and boxers down. Just when she was about to suck his dick he immediately yelled and threw her off him, she fell down on her butt.

“W-What’s wrong? Min Yoongi…!?” Yoongi shook his head, clearly angered as he pulled his boxers and pants up again and slammed the door behind him. He went outside in the dark. He walked a few blocks until he reached the bridge. Lola started to cry as Jimin came inside, telling her to leave before any more trouble begins. The wind was cold and cool, he sighed and stared at the Han River. “What the fuck has happened to me? All I can think of is her.” He muttered to himself, clenching his hands around the railing and sighing heavily.

I exhaled sharply and I ran for a few minutes as I started to sweat, I wiped it off with my wrist. I just wanted him to disappear I wish I’d never met Daniel knowing it would just turn out like that. I went home and showered thoroughly, washing my back roughly with the lychee soap. I shaved my legs too as I used some olive oil to make them super smooth afterwards. I looked myself in the mirror as I went outside the wind blowing through my cold wet hair.

When there stood a familiar face my eyes widened and his widened too, I wasn’t mistaken. It was him, it was really him the Leader of the Mafia Bangtan Gang, Min Yoongi.

I was very scared of him, he did say he didn’t want to see me ever again. But why is it that my feet are moving towards him, why is it that my heart won’t stop beating so fast for someone like him...?

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