#agust d haegum

[yoonmetogether]

Not In the Cards teaser!

pairing: bodyguard!Yoongi x CEO!fem reader

genre: mafia, e2l

summary: yoongi realizes something about you, about himself, and runs. It's what he does best afterall.

warnings: implications of sex, angst, trauma, yoongi has a dark past. i hope y'all will stick around to find out, this is a long winded story i'm sorry! also reader uses a pseudonym as it’s relative to the plot.

minors dni

wc: 1k

teaser I part i. I part ii. I

When he wakes up next to you, it’s still dark out and you’re still fast asleep. Your face is just a silhouette to him, but he knows you’re beautiful, even in slumber. His heart jumps when he remembers you’re in his hoodie and he doesn’t think too much about how much he likes that. 

How is it possible to like someone he just met this much? He hands it off to the (great fucking) sex he just had. 

He does his best not to disturb you as he maneuvers out of bed and into the bathroom, needing to wash off remnants of sticky sex and sweat now that he’s cognizant. He waits until he’s started the shower to turn the lights on, ignoring his reflection as he takes off his favorite silver chain and places it on the shelf above the toilet to avoid any drains, dog tags swinging on his chest when he steps into the tub.

You're still sleeping when he returns so he quietly gets dressed, trying not to hate putting back on the clothes he wore yesterday now that's he's freshly showered but it can't be helped. A little of the sunrise has made the room a low mix of blue and grey so he can see you better as he goes to the nightstand to put on his watch. He looks over at you and smiles to himself when he hears you snoring softly. You shift on your stomach, facing away from him and just as he turns to leave the room for a morning cigarette, an etching on the back of your neck catches his attention. He has yet to put in his contacts and it's still not bright enough to see well so he slowly sits on the edge of the bed to have a better look, curiosity piqued. It has the shape of some kind of bird or plane, something with wings so he leans a little closer, pressing a fist on the mattress to hold himself up. He expects the wings to be that of an angel, a nod to your name, but when he finally sees what it is, albeit a bit blurry, his heart stops and drops to his stomach.

It is indeed a small bird but not one he expected to see on your skin. A crow. And it's drawn as if it were flying high in the sky, it's talons digging into a human skull. To anyone else, its meaning is ambiguous, but to him, to others like him, it's the symbol of enormous power, made by blood, money and greed. He would know - he has a tattoo that speaks to the gang he got caught up in as a teenager that branded him to force his loyalty. A gang that could be shredded and not missed by the organization that owns the symbol tatted on your neck.

Shit. Being who he is, relying solely on intuition and reading between the lines, he had a gut feeling that you may not be as innocent as you seem. To the average bystander, maybe. But not to him. The swallow’s skeleton on your neck confirms it.

And for the first time in a long time, he's terrified.

Before seeing that, he'd already considered leaving before you wake up, doubting what good would come out of him staying. You don't need someone marred and sinful like him in your life.

But now if you find out about the coiled cobra on the back of his left shoulder, one of the many reasons he didn't take his shirt off or keep the lights on once you both fell into bed, he’ll be screwed for a whole different reason.

So he makes the decision that there's nothing for him to do but leave you in the dust and never look back, tacking this night onto the murky cloud of his many mistakes. Even though it makes his heart ache. All the more reason to coat it in tar, making it impenetrable to him and anyone else. In the weeks to come, he'll force it to forget you.

But it will only make him colder and bitter. Forlorn. He fucking deserves that.

He grabs his phone and his keys he left on the couch and hauls ass to the door and down to the lobby so you don't wake in time to see him disappear without a trace. But in the rush, he forgets the one thing most precious to him that he took off before he showered. It isn't until he's zipping away on his motorcycle towards the ferry, blaming the cold and whipping wind for the tears piercing the corners of his eyes, that he realizes and curses himself. The one thing he was supposed to never lose, to always take care of, he forgot. His mother was right - if his grandfather was still around he’d be so disappointed. For the rest of the way home, his mother’s words ring in his ears - he’s a fuck up who’s lost all chances to redeem himself. No one will want him. So going forth, that's what he carries with him every day when you come up in his thoughts, no matter how hard he tries to keep you out.

It's better this way. He did you a favor.

When you wake up alone, it’s not the hangover that makes you feel nauseous.

You rush to the convenience store for a morning after pill, because you’ll be damned if you get knocked up, especially not by someone who doesn’t have the fucking decency to leave a note, much less a phone number, after a night like that.

Fuck him. Fuck him big time for being just like everyone else. You know what your father and brothers would say - that's what you get for letting your guard down. Naive and weak-minded people only get themselves hurt. So just like you have done countless times, you pick up the pieces of your heart that were stomped and crushed and left for dead, and bury them in the recesses of your mind, keeping all of your pain to yourself. Pain is weakness, especially the kind you can’t see on your skin, and weakness is forbidden in the blood you share with your family. Maybe now the lesson will stick. But for the years to come, his eyes, his touch, his voice will haunt you in your dreams and your nightmares. You hope to all hell you never see him again.

If you do, he better watch his fucking back.

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part i. coming soon!!! masterlist

thank you for reading! this is all very nerve wracking to me bc i'm an anxious girl and a perfectionist when it comes to writing and i kind of pulled this scene outta my ass so i could get a teaser out there so i'm not 100% confident about it.

but let me know what you think here or leave a comment if you want.

xxx - claret

thanks k bye :)

[bloodycoffee-s]

This is the most Min Yoongi thing ever.

[writtenbynamu]

Dickmatized

Myg X black reader

Tags/warnings: HAEGEUM! (Yoongi), mentions of human trafficking, talks of s/a (not by Yoongi, doesn’t actually happen), violence, degradation, rough, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, daddy kink, perjury, reader is weak in the knees

Word count: 3.4k

Minors DNI

Your legs are crossed, right over left; back rigid as you try to maintain your composure. To anyone else in the room, your behaviour would have seemed normal. After all, women crossed their legs all the time out of habit or politeness. It was nothing out of the ordinary….or it wouldn’t have been if your legs had been crossed for any other reason that to quell the throb budding in your underwear.

You were better than this. You were a strong, independent woman. You were one of the two partners of Park & Min. A lawyer, a ridiculously good one at that; with one foot in the underground crime syndicate and the other on the necks of every prosecutor in Seoul. In this city, your name had to hold weight for you to survive…and yours was heavy enough to burden tongues. You made sure of it.

You had spent years getting your shit together, yet somehow, all it took was one look from him for you to fall apart.

You had first met Agust back when you were nothing but a decoy for the Itaewon dragons. The Itaewon dragons were one of the most feared gangs in Seoul, run by one of the most unassuming men you’d ever met. They sold everything from party drugs to cocaine to people. That’s where you had come in.

“Are you sure you want to do this noona?” The man before you asked as soon as the door shut. “You could get stabbed, or shot, or raped…oh my god this could end so fucking badly”

His teeth worried at his lip, the metal of his piercing hit against his teeth but he didn’t notice. He never did when he got anxious.

You tutted at him and walked over to where he stood. You looped a hand around his neck, urging him to look down at you and used your thumb to pull his bottom lip from between his teeth.

“Breathe Bun,” you said gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

His shoulders sagged and he dropped his head into your shoulders. He took a deep breath, shuddering a bit when he exhaled.

“ I don’t want to do this noona, I don’t want any of this. I just want to go back to art school” he said with a whine, a petulant pout on his lips. You resisted the urge to coo at him.

“I know bun, but it’s only for a little while hm? Just until your hyung gets back right?”

“Mhm hm” he mumbled, not ready to lift his head from the comfort of your warmth.

“So just let Noona do this so you can get it out the way in time to finish your project hm?”

He sighed against you and wrapped his hands tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Time was going, but he needed the tactile comfort to ground him and so you let him have it for a few more minutes.

“Okay, now put your poker face on and let’s go do a drug heist Kook”

The plan was simple. You, Jungkook and the other dragons were supposed to meet up with some lackeys from D Town who had been interested enough in the “sexy foreigner” they had seen Jungkook parade around with to strike a deal with their mortal enemies. 15 kilos of pure white booger sugar for one night with you is what they offered.

It was insulting to think that they thought you had fallen for such a ruse.They knew that Seokjin wouldn’t have fallen for it, that’s why they waited until Jungkook had taken the reins. Jungkook might have been younger and less experienced, but he was no fool.

You would meet them and the specified location, demand a show of the product and then when they asked for you in return, the dragons would kill them and take the coke. It was foolproof, or at least it had been until the sky decided that it was the perfect time to burst and started to rain.

The dragons had the D town boys surrounded, guns drawn and pointed right at their heads. The sudden downpour had thrown everyone off-kilter and in the blink of an eye, you had found yourself with a knife to your throat and a gun pressed to your hip.

“LET HER GO YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT”

Jungkook yelled over the clap of thunder that rolled overhead.

“ONE MORE STEP AND I KILL THE BITCH AND YOU” the man screamed.

Jungkook froze in his spot a glare on his face to conceal the dread he truly felt about the situation.

The man started backing away with you in tow only to freeze when he bumped into a hard chest. The smell of newports and the tiniest hint of…tangerine? Hit you both at the same time and you felt the man holding you start quivering.

“Having a bit of fun without me Jaehyuck?” came a low, deep voice; words gravely as if he hadn’t spoken all day.

“N-no Ag- n-no sir” he replied, hands trembling so much that he dropped the knife

“Really? Because it looks to me like you stole my product and tried to buy someone with it…” he spat.

The heel of his boots clicked on the paved rooftop as he circled the man holding you.

“What are my two rules Jaehyuck?” He asked, no demanded.

“N-never involve w-women and children s-sir”

“Now unless I’ve completely lost sight in my right eye and my left one has decided to start playing tricks on me… that’s a woman you’re holding…is it not?”

The man let go of you immediately, falling to his knees to plead with the man looking down at him with utter disgust.

You should have grabbed the coke and run over to Jungkook while they were both distracted, but you just couldn’t look away from your dark saviour.

You watched enthralled as he reached into the pocket of his coat, and you braced yourself for him to take out a gun of some sort; only to be confused when he pulled out a pair of red chopsticks instead.

The man seemed to recognize the utensils though, in fact, he seemed terrified of them.

“Beg for forgiveness.” Said the scarred man.

“I’m so s-sorry s-“

“Not from me you imbecile, from her”

To his credit, the man did beg for your forgiveness with so much sincerity and desperation that you almost felt sorry for him. But Scarface didn’t care. He used his chopstick on Jaehyuck in ways you had never seen before, ways you hadn’t known were possible. It should have scared you, but you had never felt more intrigued by a singular person in your entire life .

And when he was done, he held his chopsticks out so the rain could wash them off, bowed to you and offered you the coke as an apology (not that you weren’t going to take it either way) and turned to leave.

“Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, a bit winded from the adrenaline pumping through your veins

“Agust” he said “Agust D”

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“Agust” (as you came to know later)had been in the process of taking over the D- boys when you had your little run-in with them. He was keen on changing the way things worked in the gang, determined to make sure his rule was never questioned or contested. Killing Jaehyuck for not only undermining his authority but threatening to jeopardise the partnership he had been working to establish with the dragons through Jin was his first step in doing so.

Now, 5 years later, Agust had the largest cities in Korea, Seoul included, trembling under the weight of his thumb. He had long since created an alliance with the dragons and went on to take over when both Jin and Jungkook wanted out.

He owned almost everything and everyone. What were once periodic whispers of his name became incessant screams, loud enough that everyone knew it.

Still, very few people knew what Agust looked like. Sure they knew his name, knew who he was but he rarely showed his face in public, the threat of his existence was potent enough that he didn’t have to.

Still, in Seoul, walls could talk and they loved to gossip. And so everyone knew that “Agust D '' had a scar over his right eye and could kill people with his bare hands and a pair of chopsticks. August’s favourite part of his partial anonymity was the theories about how he got his scar. Some say he got it in an underground fight, others said he had been cut with glass in prison and the truly bold suggested that he had done it himself. They were all wrong, but they were fun to listen to.

When Agust did show his face, it was usually in a setting like you were in right now. A conference room full of lawyers being debriefed on his latest transgressions and how they would be expected to handle it, had he ever gotten caught.

The funny thing about Agust is that no matter who he bought or for how long he bought them, he never recruited a police officer or any member of the judiciary at all for that matter. He loved the rush he got from winning a trial simply because he had a good legal team; that he had you on his team. He liked knowing that he could win fair and square There was something so fascinating…so attractive about the way that you made an airtight case against the prosecution, how you played the jury like a puppet master in your… in his favour.

To this day, you had only lost once, a petty crime charge of aggravated assault for one of the boys. It should have rolled off your back because he, like almost everyone you represented, had been guilty. But there was something about the way Jisoo looked at you in that courtroom as if she knew she had won before the trial even began, as if she was better than you that fueled your thirst to be the best lawyer Seoul had ever seen, even if just out of pure spite.

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There was something about the way Agust could command a room that made you feel hot all over. There was something about the way he spoke, calm, collected, controlled as if words were nothing but a nuisance to him and he had made them his bitch.

His presence filled any room no matter how big or small it was and his demeanour was enough to make even the most insolent of individuals sit with their backs straight. Fuck, he made you feel the need to sit straight.

You tried to pay attention as he spoke, but your mind could only focus on how his plump lips wrapped around his words. How his tongue darted out at intervals to wet his lips, how his fingers twirled the chopsticks he held between them as he paced the room. You couldn't help but stare at his hands, hands that had done unspeakable horrors to scores of people, hands that had dealt unspeakable pleasures to you.

You’ve officially zoned out. You hear no words, no shuffling of paper; your brain blocks out everything that isn’t Agust or your memories of him so much so that you don’t realise that the meeting is over until the heavy double doors bang shut. Almost instantaneously, the smell of cigarettes wafts towards you and you look up to see him standing beside you.

You swallow thickly.

“How was the meeting Y/N?” he asks you, taking a long, slow drag from his cigarette.

“Good.” you lied “It was good.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “ So what do you think Dongshik’s chances are on that murder charge?”

You clear your throat. “ I have full confidence that Jimin can get the charges dropped or at the very least, get him out on bail” you reply carefully, praying you didn’t sound as unsure as you felt.

Agust chuckled before spinning you around in your chair to face him and leaning over you so that your faces were mere inches apart.

“Good try baby, but “Dongshik” is one of your paralegals, not one of the dragons. The only crime he’s committing is wearing that God-awful fake Dior cologne.”

Shit.

“What's got you so distracted, hm pretty girl?” he asked, running his left index finger along your jaw.

Your breath hitched. “N-nothing, I’m just a little tired,” you replied, clenching your thighs together.

Agust narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth forming a straight line. Unamused. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before he puts it on one of the ashtrays on the long table.

He looks you up and down, gazee burning against your skin as his eyes rake over you, arms crossed against his chest.

“You know better than to insult my intelligence like that don’t you Y/N?” he asks, clearly not expecting an answer.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “ You think I couldn’t see you squirming? That I couldn't see you clench those thighs for all they’re worth?”

His eyes were intense, just like everything else about him was but you fought defiantly to maintain eye contact with him.

“ I did no such thing” you retorted, much to his displeasure. He scoffed.

“You’re such a brat you know that? Such a big fucking brat.” he said shaking his head. “Stand up.”

You don't move, much to his annoyance.

He takes a deep breath and brings his right hand down to your throat, not squeezing hard enough to hurt, but applying enough pressure to get your heart racing and to know how serious he was.

“I’ll say it again once. Stand. Up.”

You obey this time, looking up at him as you rise from your seat, hand still wrapped snugly around your neck.

He releases you once you’re completely upright on your feet and sits in your chair. He taps the space on the table in front of him and you take the hint and sit.

He runs his hands up and down the length of your thighs and your legs part almost on instinct. He gets a view of your underwear, the dark red in the centre from how wet you were and hisses.

“See why you shouldn’t lie to me, baby? Because no matter what you come up with in that pretty little head of yours, your body will always tell me the truth, hm?”

He hikes your pencil skirt up to your waist and pushes your thighs further apart and your body arches towards him on instinct. He brings his head down to kiss at the sensitive skin and you barely hold back a scream when he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. He runs his tongue over the bite and you whine. He pulls away to look up at you

“What kind of behaviour is this hm? The big bad Y/N making such a mess on this table? Aren’t you a bit embarrassed to be reacting like this hm? Dripping all over me as if I didn’t fuck you senseless just yesterday.” he says bringing a hand to your core and pulling your underwear to the side.

You roll your hips forward and resist the urge to bring your hands to cover your face because he was right. He did fuck you senseless less than 24 hours ago, but Agust was more addictive than any combination of drugs he sold. He was toxic, mean…evil if you were to consider anything he did with your moral compass…but you needed him. He might have been cruel to everyone and everything else, but he was good, so, so good to your pussy.

He pushes a finger into you, the cool metal of his ring grazing against your walls. He adds another and your eyes roll back and your head falls back. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness making obscene noises as you clench around his digits. The pressure builds up in your pussy embarrassingly quickly and your orgasm is so close you can practically taste it. You roll your hips forward to meet every thrust of his fingers urging him to go faster. And of course, in the most Agsust fashion ever, he slows down.

He pulls his fingers out of you, your juices running down to his palm and he meets your eyes as he licks them both. The sight is obscene and incredibly hot and it sends you surging forward to put your lips on his.

The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues and the occasional clashing of teeth. It's wet and messy and it makes every nerve ending in your body stand on edge. Your hand makes its way around his neck and you pull away from him.

“I need you to fuck me,” you say simply. Chest heaving against the silk of your blouse, three buttons somehow missing from the expensive top.

He glares up at you and rips your hand from his neck.

“I don't take fucking orders from you” he spits as he flips you over on the table, face down and ass towards him. “But I'll give it to you just this once, and only because I want to feel you cum on my dick”.

With that, he pulls your underwear down and pushes into you in one go, ripping a scream from your throat as your walls struggle to accommodate him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough and punishing and you can't help the moans that escape you.

“Youre so fucking tight every. Single. Time.” he groans, punctuating his sentence with his thrusts.

He grabs onto your braids, pulling your head back so he could push his tongue into your mouth. His hips start moving impossibly faster, and you can do nothing but moan brokenly against his lips.

He brings his hand down to your clit and rubs it, and your eyes blow wide open and you scream.

“Yoongi please.” you beg.

His hips stuttered in shock.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

Your eyes widen as you realise what had slipped out of your mouth. Agust had told you his real name years ago but you had never used it. Sure you had practised the way it felt on your tongue in secret but you had never felt brave enough to say it.

“I’m s-sorry,” you say in between moans

“Don’t apologize- fuck it sounds so good when you say it.” he moans out, picking his pace up once more “ Say it again.” he demands “ tell me who this pussy belongs to baby”

“YOONGI!” you scream, tears streaming freely down your face “ It’s all yours Yoongi please”

“That’s right. Thats fucking right” Yoongi replies. “I can feel you clenching around me, do you want to cum baby?”

“Fuck yes, Yoongi please let me cum” you begged.

Yoongi gives you one last particularly hard thrust and your entire body convulses as your orgasm washes over you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for daddy.” he guides you as he slows his thrusts down to barely their pace as you come apart around him.

His orgasm follows yours almost immediately and he spills into you, sending a combination of your juices running down your legs.

He runs his hand along your back as you go limp against him, recovering from your high and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and he pulls your underwear back up.

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As rough as Yoongi is with you whenever you have sex, his gentleness after the fact always negates it.

As bad as Yoongi was for you, he simply made you feel too good.

Deep down, you knew Yoongi loved you in his own twisted way, and you loved him too. But neither of you was willing to admit that out loud. Instead, what existed between you was an unspoken agreement of ownership. You were Yoongi’s just as much as he was yours.

Of course, you saw something more with Yoongi than just fucking him, and it would b unfair to say that was all your relationship was.

Maybe you would've brought it up if you weren't so enthralled by him. If you weren’t so distracted every time he touched you.

Yoongi was everything you did not tolerate, and yet you tolerated him so well.

Yoongi was nothing but death, sex and bad vibes.

Maybe you were insane.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized.

[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 3 Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

          Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

⚠️ Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, heartbreak, and crying. Tissues are highly recommended!

Part 1 :

Part 2:

One week later...

 Y/N's POV

It’s been a week since a beautiful angel stepped into our lives and we’ve already grown so close. I can say I truly love Ae-cha with all my heart. We spend so much time together. She helps me out in the kitchen (even though it just means she’s going to rummage through the cupboards and find a good snack) and even slips into my bed late at night. She’s sneaky and cute and just downright lovely to me. Despite the way Yoongi despises me with every fibre of his being, I can say that he’s at least able to tolerate my presence now. Barely, but still.

I’m broken out of my thoughts as I feel a pair of small hands sneak around my waist.

“Oh, you’re back!” I say and turn to look at Ae-cha who beams at me, nodding eagerly. Today, I took a leave from my office just to make sure I was there for Ae-cha as she came back from her first guitar lesson. I hoped I'd be at least a little helpful for her and was definitely not disappointed as my little girl came back home and immediately sought me out. She starts talking animatedly about how wonderful her teacher had been and how patient he was to make sure she got all the basics right before beginning their lesson.

Knowing that she probably already knew all those basics but still liked appreciating the teacher for her thoughtfulness, I smile at her and then realize there’s another person in the kitchen at the sound of someone clearing their throat. I realize it’s Yoongi by the sound and turn around returning to my work as I know he wants to talk to Ae-cha. Hence, you can see I’m surprised when he softly calls out,

“Y/N.”

Hiding the fact that my heart just skipped a goddamn beat hearing him speak my name in such a soft tone, I slowly turn to face him. He’s standing there. Leaning against the top of the kitchen counter, looking impeccably handsome as ever.

“Can we talk?”

The softly posed question both confuses and scares me to an equal level though I just gulp, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat and manage to muster a believable smile.

“Yeah, sure.” I say and find myself even more confused as he instructs Ae-cha to go to her room and complete her homework. The little girl turns to send a secretive smile at me and runs outside, giggling after I dazedly smile back at her.

Yoongi stays there for a while, watching her go before he directs his attention at me. Being the centre of attention has always made me nervous and anxious but I don’t understand why being the centre of Yoongi’s attention has me feeling happy and powerful. It feels as if l my life I was used to being invisible, made peace with the fact but If Yoongi looks at me, I never want him to look away. He walks towards me and stops at an arm’s distance.

“I spoke to Ae-cha’s guardian yesterday and he told me that adoption would be a good option if we want to keep her with us. Otherwise, according to the law she’ll have to be sent to an orphanage. My legal team has told me that adoption can only be possible if there’s a functioning relationship between the couple. It’s said that the officers are hard to convince unless the pair have and understanding with each other. I know that we haven’t exactly been a proper couple but do you think we can at least try to pretend?

The fact that he wanted to talk to me only because it was about Ae-cha breaks my heart again. Even worse, he’s just giving that to me as a piece of information, not even slightly caring about my opinion. I struggle to gather the broken pieces before I say,

“Yeah, I think we can.”

He doesn’t make my struggle easier when he speaks again,

“Thanks. But you know that I’m only asking you this for Ae-cha, right? It has nothing to do with us.”

I feel tears prick my eyes but I hold on, deciding not to break down in front of him. I offer my best smile to him and nod.

He replies with an,

“Oh good. See you later then.” and walks out.

I run to my room and lock the door before crying my hearts out. Within a few minutes, I hear a soft knock on my door. Groaning, I'm about to tell whoever it is to go away when

"Y/n, Are you in there?" Ae-cha's voice sounds from the other side of the door. Panicking slightly, I sniff a few times, hurriedly running to the restroom and splashing my face with water.

"Yeah, what's up?" I ask, smiling brightly at her after opening the door to my room.

The little girl eyes me up and down suspiciously as if she isn't convinced everything's fine.

"hm, I was going to watch a movie. Wanna join?"

I frown, trying to find out why exactly she's behaving as if she knows everything before shrugging as to say,

"Sure, why not."

Ae-cha settles down on the couch, flipping through the programs to find a good movie while I make some popcorn for us.

After we settle comfortably on the couch and the movie is playing, I space out. Not that I mean to, but the recent events all awaken my overthinking abilities. I had a pretty good day from the morning, what with Ae-cha's guitar lessons and all but once again, Yoongi had to ruin it. But even with how badly he treats me, I cannot bring myself to hate this man. I'm more annoyed than angry actually. If he wanted to go about the adoption process, I'm pretty sure he'll be able to surpass all the legal procedures with his societal standing and popularity. But he was deciding to do it the legal way. And I respect that, truly. But the least he could do for me, was to treat me like an actual human being and consider my feelings about the whole things. At least for the sake of pretending, we had to get to know each other. He just...

As the million wild thoughts race through my mind, I feel a soft warm body slowly move towards me on the couch. Turning, I see e-cha snuggling under my arm, cuddling closer and laying her head on my shoulder. at least, she tries to but with her height, she's only successful at lading on my chest. Laughing softly, I pull her closer, creating a comfortable space for her to lie down on the couch.

Smiling up at me, she leans closer and for a second I'm almost afraid. But then, her soft lips gently graze my cheek and I sit, frozen at what just happened. Then, she gets back to her previous position. Pleasantly surprised, I'm only able to wrap her up in my arms and almost miss it when she whispers softly,

"I'm there for you."

The burn of my eyes and the sudden tightness in my throat are all to familiar but i stubbornly blink them back, only nodding and pressing a kiss to her temple. She looks up at me and we smile at each other.

This wonderful creature, so small. But filled with so much knowledge. I sit there in awe trying to comprehend how she can be so understanding in spite of not understanding!?!?

I finally decide, I can tackle whatever Yoongi throws t me, no matter how hard as long as I have my dear Ae-cha by my side. I love her. And I love him. In different ways. Yet at the same time, soo similar.

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That was quite a long break. I apologize for it. But as you can see, I'm back. I'm working on this fic and a small one-shot based on Jimin. SO, stay tuned. Do tell me what you think.

Does Ae-cha KNOW what happened between them? Is Yoongi doing this the legal way just for formality's sake or for something else? Ae-cha is actually and angel, isn't she?

[sugar-petals]

it’s hilarious to me how yoongi is the absolute sweetest while agust d is always out there ending tyrants, capitalists, and the whole monetary system in a stylish haircut

[swmeltem]

This was my favorite moment of the whole tour🤩

[managhaa]

[anyalotl]

[rusgoo]

a drawing i did for d day haegum🤌

[veeparkersstuff]

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but nothing will ever kill me" -Nightmare on Elm Street🩸

🔪BTS as Halloween's Movies according to ChatGPT🔪

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls!👻)

[reina0sin0corona]

Agust D ‘Haegeum’ MV & Jacket Shoot Sketch - BTS (방탄소년단)

[yoonmetogether]

Part 1 Teaser

pairing: bodyguard!Yoongi x CEO!fem reader

genre: mafia, e2l, sloooow burn

summary: your brother calls you in for a chat, and upon meeting the man assigned to guard your life, you think the universe must really have it out for you. And you don't like it. Not one bit.

"I'm allowed to choose? I didn't think I got a say.” You can’t help your genuine surprise as you look over the spread of files he laid out on your desk.

"If you didn't, I wouldn't be giving you options." Those goddamn shades. You can’t tell if he’s even looking at you.

"Are you sure?” You snark. “I know you answer to my brother, and you wouldn't want to get in any trouble." You search the parts of his face you can see for any kind of reaction, the only one playing as a tight line drawn between his lips, and you take that as a small victory.

"He's not my boss. You are."

Well. That is... the last thing you thought he would say. And you never considered yourself his boss.

Oh. You're going to have fun with this.

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(potential!) drop date: october 2 at some point in the middle of the night EST lol

Check out the prologue! (featuring 2seok!)

[makiandcheese]

JESUS CHRIST THIS MAN LURKS THE TRENCHES OF AO3 W THAT MOB BOSS LOOK

AGUST D D-DAY on a saturday?! we are tuning in <3

[urmingirl]

Suga♡

[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

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How is he so cute and hot at the same time!? Fjkdheidbf (Jungkook is my bias, I swear🤕)

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Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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Author's Note:

Part 2 is here! The love I got for Part 1 helped me a lot! But please don't be a silent reader. I beg you. If I can not tell what you guys liked about the story then how am I supposed to know what to write about next? Please. Please tell me what you think *pout pout*

Part 1

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Looking back at that night, I can see that he had just made me realize how my life after marriage was going to be. We've been married for a little over a month, and all he has ever spoken to me about is my family or his work. It's always about something that my father wants us to do or something that his fans expect.

We share the roof, but apart from that, nothing else. I cook for him, and we eat together for formality's sake. That's the only time we see each other at home except for the scarce few times he decides to grace me with his presence since our parents requested it.

I'm broken out of my reverie as I hear the sound of a car being parked in our garage. I look at the clock and see that it's 8 pm. Frowning, I recall that he works till 10 pm usually and he's early today. Shrugging, I move to the door and open it to find a shocking sight...

My husband is standing right there with a bag slung over his shoulder. What surprises me though, is the pair of feminine legs I can see behind his. I look up at him and see the warning in his eyes not to say something I'm going to regret.

So instead of saying anything I look down and move aside, letting the pair in. Yoongi enters followed by a girl who looks about 9 or 10 years old. She's holding his arm tight and looking at me with wide, untrusting eyes. I watch as Yoongi softly pries her hands away from his arm and pulls her to stand in front of me.

I give her a soft smile which she doesn't even try to return. He watches her expressions carefully and then slowly turns towards me.

"Y/N, this is Ae-Cha. "

He says and then turns to face the girl.

"Ae-cha, this is my wife. Y/N, Ae-Cha is going to live with us hereafter. "

The way he is looking at me makes me think he is waiting for my reaction. So I give him a reassuring smile and kneel to meet the girl's height.

"Hello, Ae-cha. "

I say and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"HI."

She replies and waves her hand shyly at me.

Giving her a soft smile, I turn back to Yoongi and say, "Why don't you freshen up? By then, I'll show Ae-cha to her room, and she'll freshen up too so we can eat dinner?"

I can see the surprise in his eyes for a second before he masks it up with indifference once again.

"Yeah, sure. "

I wait till he leaves and then turn back to the little girl. I smile at her before I stand and extend my hand toward her, "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Yoongi and Ae-cha are seated at the dining table while I am serving food to Yoongi. As I turn to place the food on Ae-cha's plate, she puts her hand up to stop me.

As I eye her with a questioning look in my eye, she says in a loud voice, "Rice has too many calories. Don't you have something like broccoli or boiled peanuts?"

I open my mouth to tell her I can make something she wants, but Yoongi cuts me to the chase saying, "Here, you only get to eat what's available. Now, don't make a big scene and just eat it."

Frowning, I think about why Yoongi is acting a bit rude to the little girl.

"No way! Are you trying to make me fat? You know that I want to be a model when I grow up right? " she argues, and I try to control my laughter at the look on Yoongi's face. He looks like he's trying so hard to control his anger.

"Ae-cha, just eat what has been made."

He says in a low voice.

"You don't even know what food is to be consumed at what time. You have zero knowledge!" She shouts at him, surprising me by leaving the room.

"B-bread?" I stutter and sigh before running right behind her. I enter the guest bedroom and see her sitting on the couch with headphones on.

She has an irritated look on her face, and I don't know what to do other than stand and see her for a few seconds. Just as I am about to approach her, I hear Yoongi's phone ringing. Though I don't mean to overhear, I can listen to the conversation clearly from here.

I identify the other person on the line as Hoseok, another member of their band and one of Yoongi's best friends. He was his best man at our wedding besides a few other friends. Hoseok shouts in a loud voice I've only heard him use when he's too angry with someone,

"Who was that girl I saw with you earlier? Why are you taking her to stay with you? Did you ask Y/N if she's fine with it?"

I wait to hear Yoongi simply say, "She's Ha-joon's daughter."

Hoseok shouts again, "WHAT! Why's that woman now talking to you? And why the hell has she sent her daughter with you!? Has she decided not to let you be happy?!"

I feel tears prick my eyes and stream down my face as I recall bits and pieces of information I had gathered about the woman my husband is still madly in love with.

Ha-Joon is the girl Yoongi dated for about three years. They were introduced to each other by mutual friends, and they instantly started dating.

But fate had to play a cruel joke on Yoongi when she cheated on him with his secretary and he had to find the pair entwined on his bed.

Apparently, she only ever dated my husband because of pressure from her family and loved his secretary. She had finally decided to elope though she knew her family would disown her.

I mean, I knew these types of things did happen in the upper tier families but I was still shocked to know my husband had to face that.

Yoongi, who had fallen head over heels for the girl was unable to move on from the heartbreak that I still see him struggling with. It saddened me to no end that fate had always managed to spoil this good man's life, keeping him away from all the happiness in the world.

The fact that he doesn't even want to accept my help has made me stay away from him except for necessary times.

Though I do the household chores while he takes care of the shopping and other stuff, we both have an unsaid agreement not to disturb each other's personal lives. I started listening to their songs and within a very short period of time I've become a dedicated fan. Lately, I've been binge-watching some of their concerts and though I don't mean to be partial, I feel my eyes stray and linger on Yoongi a lot subconsciously.

Now, though, I am shocked out of my shaken state when Yoongi says,

"Hyung, they're both dead."

With widened eyes, I turn back to look at the girl and immediately feel bad for her.

Though I do not know the feeling of not getting enough love from your parents, I can sympathize with her and my husband as I had heard from Yoongi's friends about the rough upbringing he had.

From the little bit of research I had done about him before our marriage, I knew that his parents had died in a car accident when he was a child.

After that, his uncle was the only person who took care of his upbringing. Being a busy man in his primes, Yoongi’s uncle was unable to give him a taste of familial love and care. And soon enough, Yoongi had grown and had to leave his home for his dream job.

He had been accepted by a company and had to stay and work in The States until his debut. Now, I know that anybody would mistake my feelings towards him to be sympathy or the common urge to show him what being loved feels like.

But to be honest, what I feel towards him is the primal instinct of love and protection. In the past week I've come to know so much about him either through his friends or by just observing him. Without meaning to, I've started to notice the tiniest of details. Like, how he never forgets to deposit his used clothes in the laundry or how he always drinks a glass of water before going to bed and right after waking up. The knowledge I have gained about him makes me want to spend the rest of my life showing him love and all it entails.

I do know that cannot happen. Sighing, I wipe the tear strains from my eyes and turn to look at the girl. I kneel down so we're almost the same height and then remove her headphones.

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Yoongi’ s POV

I didn’t know what I expect earlier in the day when I received a call from her dad but it sure wasn’t to be told that she and her husband were both no more with us and their daughter couldn’t stay with him since he’s traveling abroad and he was getting too old.

I decided to bring the girl home, speaking of which...

I sigh and run my hand through my hair realizing I took out my frustration in Ae-cha. Pushing my chair back, I decide to find her and apologize properly. I thought I was prepared for whatever happens but nothing on earth could have prepared me for the scene there.

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Y/N's POV

I smile at her before holding my ears with both my hands saying,

"What do you want for dinner? "

She looks at me with widened eyes and I pout at her.

"Please forgive me for not asking earlier. Pwetty pweaasee" I say with a babyish voice and she hums, thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll forgive you. On one condition. "

I widen my eyes and nod eagerly, asking her, "What is it? "

"You should always ask me what I want to eat. Do you think you'll be able to do that."

I smile and nod at her saying, "I'll never forget after this." She folds her hands and pretends to be a tough person as she says, "Mhmm. So now you've learnt your lesson."

"Yes mam. " I reply cheekily and smile with satisfaction as I watch her giggle cutely. "Okay, can we go eat now? I feel sooo hungry " I ask exaggerating the "hungry" part and stand up extending my hand to her. "Yes, let's go." she says gleefully and hops down holding my hand.

We both turn to go and I am shocked to see Yoongi standing there. He's got a gummy smile and he's looking at Ae-cha with adoration in his eyes. I think he should smile more. It makes him look so cute! I have seen his concerts and heard girls gush about it, mind you. I just never realised how cute it was...

Ae-cha suddenly pushes my hand aggressively away and folds her hands again. She puffs out her cheeks and turns her head away from Yoongi, a frown marring her forehead.

I watch as Yoongi flinches and scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does when he's guilty. He slowly walks towards her and kneels down, whispering

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rude to you. It's just that I don't like when someone says no to food. "

Ae-cha hesitates a few seconds before giving up.

She slowly faces him and says, "But you could have said it softly. You know, my grandfather often says that what you say can make a big difference in the other person's life. "

She looks at Yoongi with her wide eyes sparkling with innocence in them and I see him regretting what he did. For some inexplicablereason, he looks at me. I see emotion lurking in his dark orbs. It resembles guilt but even before I can try to figure out what it is, it's gone.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. " he says and she replies with a smile, "I'm sure you won't. "

Yoongi silently pulls her into a hug and shuts his eyes tightly.

I know exactly what he's going through right now. Trying to guve the child her fair bit of familial love she deserves being the reason why he brought her home, he has realised that raising his voice at her has only hurt ans scared the poor child.

I watch the interaction with tears in my eyes and am surprised when Ae-cha pulls me. She holds my hands and pats Yoongi on the shoulders.

They break the hug and Yoongi stands. He looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression and a cold face.

I sigh and turn to Ae-cha. I don't know what I expected, really. Though I know that nothing’s going to change between us, I keep hoping for something good.

A small sign from him that he's ready to accept me would be enough. Though I can't ever forgive or forget him for the words he threw at me on our wedding night, I still feel like I should give this marriage a chance.

But everytime I do something good for him, I only witness him chip a part of my heart away. At the end of the day, I only keep getting hurt... ___________________________

To be continued...

[bisexualnamjoonie]

how many ao3 slash fics do you think he read to get inspiration