#agustd fics

[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg [m.list]

❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Season 2: I

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: In the spirit of Christmas hehe

Masterlist, Prologue

He didn’t believe that you were gone no matter what anyone said.

Everyone was saying the same thing. You were gone and there was nothing anyone could do to bring you back. However, Min Yoongi didn’t like their answer and anyone who said that you had already passed on from this earth was met with his wrath that was communicated through his fists and weapons. No one could even tell him that he now couldn’t physically follow where you were. In his twisted mind, he thought that he could follow you because you never left this earth. Of course, he could follow. You did promise, after all, that you would never go somewhere where he couldn’t fucking follow. His angel would never lie to him, he thought. But your absence was saying otherwise. Your absence was too loud.

The days following the moment he opened his eyes and learned of your demise were bloody and dark. Everyone was on edge, and the traitors went to hell here on earth. They did wish they had died instead, but death was never quick when it came to them, nor was it painless. Min Yoongi made sure that they felt every ounce of pain he felt when you were taken away from him. His brothers could not even reason with the man. They didn’t know how to handle this Min Yoongi. It was as though he died there with you, and what was left of him was only his darkness. Agustd was already ruthless, but now he was just outright cruel, burning everything and everyone that crossed his path.

No one could even say their piece to him-well, all except Kim Seokjin. Despite Jin choosing the less violent life and despite him spending his days treating people in the hospital, no one could deny the power he naturally excluded. It was the power that was inherent to him when he was unfortunate enough to be born to a father that was the previous mafia king. Kim Seokjin may possessed the face of an angel, but he was the most dangerous of them all. It was just that he had a patience of a saint, and everyone fret the day someone snapped his patience. He was a dangerous, eccentric man. And he was a ticking time bomb in comparison to Taehyung who just kept on exploding without an end in sight. Min Yoongi, though, was known to be a reasonable man, his calm nature was never broken. It took losing you to break the calmness in him. The days after he woke up, he was seen back where he was the happiest. Day after day, Yoongi could be found there, leaning against the tree with cigarette in between his lips as he looked at the ruins of your house. The fire took everything from him. It was angry as it smoldered what once was his latibule to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. Yoongi thought that the world was simply too cruel to him to strip away the only place he had of you. He couldn’t even smell you anymore, couldn’t even go to the place that was full of your presence.

How cruel was it to have you once and never again? How cruel was it for him to finally have found the warmth, to finally have basked in it for a moment too short, only for him to live in a winter forever after you? He would never admit to anyone that each time he closed his eyes, the only thing he saw was the moment you fell as the bullet pierced your skin. So, he had not been sleeping well. If you were here, he thought, you would chase away all the demons in his head. If you were here, you would put your arms around him, rub your hands on his shoulder in a soothing way only you knew how, and you would silently tell him that everything would be okay, that he wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. Yoongi couldn’t do anything. All he did was to go to the place where he found and lost you.

He was always there, Jimin noted. He made this place your temple, mural and shrine. However, never once did he visit where you were finally laid to rest. Never once did he even acknowledge your death. It was like not seeing it would make your death untrue. And so, day after day, hour after hour, the man could be found there as though he was waiting on a miracle, as though if he waited long enough then you would return, as though if he stayed long enough, you would walk back and smile at him, all while calling him a fool for looking too sad.

But you never did.  

And after a whole year, Min Yoongi never uttered your name again.

---

“Y-you’re supposed to be the good one! W-what is the Chief of Police doing here?!”

Yoongi watched in boredom as Jungkook pushed a man to kneel in front of him. The warehouse was quiet, well, save for the screaming of the traitors. The other brothers were busy with torturing the remaining traitors they kept alive. And today, he was faced with the last remaining traitor they had yet to kill. See, this asshole was so below the rank that he didn’t know that the Chief of Police was also the same Agustd, the leader of the mafia.

He was nothing, Yoongi thought. And yet, he was the one who blew up your house. He could almost laugh if he still knew how.  “T-the public will know! I’ll tell them that you’re the d-devil!”

Yoongi blew the smoke on his face emotionlessly, a strand of his dark hair falling on his face. “You’re not an intelligent man, are you?” he asked evenly before pulling the cigarette in between his lips and onto the idiot’s eyelid. He heeded his screams no mind as he removed his jacket with his badge on it. Someone from his right stepped in to carefully fold his jacket. Yoongi folded his sleeves to his elbows and without any warning, punched the man on his face.

The man proved to be an even greater fool as he laughed in false bravado, blood a stark contrast against his crooked teeth, “Is that all you can do? You don’t have it in you to kill. You’re a civil servant!”

“Is that so?” he asked in a conversational tone as he picked up a knife, putting it up over the light to inspect it before turning to the buffoon. “Which hand burned the house?”

“What?”

Yoongi looked at Jungkook and the latter manhandled the man near the table, flatting both his hand on it. “Which hand should I cut?” He walked nearer to them as though he had all the time in the world. “This one,” he stabbed the table, missing the man’s hand by a centimeter. “Or this one?” he repeated the action for the right hand, except that this time he intentionally stabbed the knife through his thumb, severely cutting it. “Oh no,” he said in a deadpanned voice before looking directly at him. “Guess my aim got bad.”

“W-who are y-you?!”

He smiled at him; his eyes remained emotionless. “Hi, I’m Agustd. Nice to meet you. So which hand?”

“N-No! No, please! I’ll give you what you want-“

Yoongi sighed, already losing his patience. “You do have to choose. We won’t stop until you only have one hand. Or do you want me to choose?”

“L-lef-“

Before the traitor could even finish sputtering what Yoongi deemed was bullshit, he buried the hilt of the knife into his hand. He didn’t even blink when he felt resistance from his bones, Yoongi merely kept on pushing, uncaring of the wailing man. He never stopped until he the knife finally touched the surface of the table.

And after that, he stabbed his hand again. He never ceased, not until the hand was completely mutilated. He never stopped, not even when the blood kept sputtering on his face from the man’s open wound, a stark contrast on his pale white complexion. He never stopped even when the man lost consciousness.

“He’s going to die, Yoongi,” Seokjin noted lightly from his seat. From outside looking in, he looked like a perfect image of peace, yet the hold he had on his phone was a telltale sign that he was far from pleased. He was not even phased by the violence around him, his focus merely on the whereabouts of his runaway sunshine. “I do not have the patience required to revive a dying man tonight.”

Yoongi paused, leering at the man who was slipping in and out of consciousness, before heeding his hyung’s statement. He did not want to test Jin’s patience tonight when it was apparent that he was barely holding on to his control.

He didn’t want to kill this man tonight. No. He planned on keeping him alive for years and years to come. He planned to give him hope, only for him to squash it away like he did his. As long as Yoongi shall live, then he shall suffer with him. As long as he was living in this fucked-up nightmare where you weren’t by his side, then so should he lived his very own crafted nightmare.

If he wasn’t happy, then why should anyone be?

---

“That phone looks like it wants to rest,” Jimin observed lightly as he and his hyung visited another crime scene that was definitely not because of them. It was three hours away from Seoul, the travel time giving him headache, similar to what Jimin was giving him. He watched as Yoongi ended the call before glaring at him.

“What about my phone, Jimin?”

“It looks like it wants to retire. Please, for the love of all that’s good, let me buy you a phone.”

“No.” It was the only thing he had of you.

“Whyyyyy do you love that phone so much, hyung? Our enemies would think our business is not doing good that you cannot even buy yourself a phone!”

Yoongi just shrugged his broad shoulders before walking out of the police line and through the busy market. He nodded at the policemen as they acknowledged him. His watchful eyes observed the chipper attitude of the marketgoers, chatting among themselves. He wondered how people could wake up this early and yet looked so alive. He hadn’t felt alive since that night. However, he thought that had you been here, it wouldn’t matter. Nothing would. He would wake up at an ungodly hour for you.

He could hear Jimin chatter beside him as they navigated their way out of the busy street when it happened. Until it all turned into a white noise when it happened.

When he saw you.

He halted his brisk walk, his eyes following as you walked away yet again from him.

 For a brief moment, he believed your eyes met. For a brief moment, he felt his heart beat again. Yet, your eyes seemed to hold no recognition for him as it only passed through him. You didn’t even stop. It was as though he was merely a stranger.

On the other hand, he thought that you looked different, but he knew in his dead heart that it was you.

Or was it his mind finally crumbling on him, reveling on his insanity?

He blinked once and you were gone.

Jimin, suffice to say, was shocked as his hyung ran back. He never saw him moved that fast, uncaring of the people who he would runover from his haste. His dark coat trailed behind him as he moved, a touch of desperation evident, compelling Jimin to reluctantly trail after him. Yoongi forcefully cleared a path, parting the crowd with determined strides. His singular focus was on reaching you, leaving his mind devoid of any other thoughts.

It was you, he was sure. It was his angel.

He was almost sure.

But when he reached where he saw you last, you weren’t there.

Jimin was breathless when he finally reached his hyung who was looking around the crowd like a lost child. His hands were on his waist as his desperate eyes searched for…who, exactly?

“What happened, hyu-“

“It was her, Jimin-ah. I saw her.”

He blinked, following his hyung’s shifting gaze. “Who?”

“My angel. She’s alive."

Latibule 2.II

[yoongimedia]

more txt messages with exhusband yoongi!

[ilys00ga]

life after his enlistment.

pairing: yoongi x reader

synopsis: how life/the relationship was like after he enlisted.

genre: fluff, established relationship, yoongi enlisted, they are trying their best, idk if I should call it angst or hurt/comfort, but there's some kind of ✨️melancholy✨️ in this (predictable much), I effing miss him sm more now :(.

warnings: t.w: if u are just like me, prepare to be missing yoongi sickeningly after this. gosh, it feels like a hole in a chest rn. idk what to do w myself. oh btw some ideas mentioned here are purely my own opinions, so it doesn't have to be "facts" or "all true." if u have different opinions or if u disagree with any it u can reach out to me about them, I would like that, but that's that, enjoy!!!!!!!!!

A/N: this was a request made by @kimvante2013 I hope it meets ur expectations! this was so fun to write, I liked this a lot. feel free to send more reqs or anything u want :)

PS. English is not my first language, so you know the drill.

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the problem wasn't that you couldn't see him, no.

since his duty was different from that of an ordinary individual, you both were able to spend the nights in each other's arms.

when he comes back home after duty, sometimes he's met with an empty house where he'd wash up and start preparing something for you to enjoy munching on once you get back home at a later hour of the day. other times, he comes to a busy, warm house. you blasting your favorite drama on the TV while doing the laundry in the middle of the living room, or just chilling and waiting to welcome him with mellow hugs and kisses.

and when he's on duty, he can't always contact you, but he whispered kisses laced with promises into your lips before leaving on his first day, and he would never dare to break them. not that he wants to anyway.

sometimes you'd wake up to post-it notes sticked on random surfaces and items around the house, or good morning messages of love and kisses. sometimes he calls during lunch breaks to check up on you, reminding you to drink water and eat well because that's yoongi's most precious habit of showing that he always just cares.

"don't forget to layer your outfit today, I just saw that it's gonna be awfully cold."

"did you like the bouquet I sent? want more? cook me ___ tonight xx"

"hi, don't forget to drink a cup of water right this instance or you'll shrivel up and die."

"it snowed on my way here this morning, let's go out this weekend and have some fun :]"

when days are too hard to handle, weighing one of you—maybe even both of you at the same time, cause life is a bitch like that—down and burying you under the ground, you'd send long voice messages to the other. never expecting an immediate reply. just simply pressing record and spilling all the bottled negative energy that clogged your brains and chests.

so, the problem wasn't really that you couldn't see or talk to him..

the problem was that neither of you were used to any of that.

you weren't used to being away from each other for long hours throughout the day (even though he often went on tours and job events aboard), or not being able to talk and/or see him whenever you wanted to—atleast whenever your shift agreed to let you. you're stuck on this routine for months. you were so not used to that.

over the years, you and yoongi grew to become a pen and a paper: two different items that are meant to only function and be paired together. one can't be capable without the other.

yet you try to avail yourselves of the situation and take it all easy. slowly, like waking up and leaving a warm, comfy bed at 5 in the morning to gain some purpose somewhere out there.

so, while staying away from one another for several hours a day comes with heavy challenges and even melancholy at times, that doesn't mean it can't be fruitful for your relationship.

since for it to grow healthier, a couple, intentionally or not, sometimes needs to take some "time off" to preserve the connection and intimacy between them.

you always remind yoongi of how much you had missed him during the day, which is something that never failed to put a smile on his face and trigger a stream of butterflies in his stomach.

love and yearning are two inseparable powerful emotions that one can't defeat, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. that's the beauty of the challenge your relationship was subject to at this new stage.

"I am still me, you are still you. everything's gonna be alright." yoongi would say as he hugs your face into his chest.

he always reminds you that this new chapter the two of you have entered together, hand in hand and with shaking hearts, is one that he'd been dreading but looking forward to for a very long time.

a chapter that made him understand how much he needs your existence in his life. to be himself and to be the somebody you need and deserve.

and he makes sure to translate that into your skin as he traces it with his lips and fingertips when you finally fall into each other's embrace.

[thvixen7]

— pairing: yoongi x gn!reader | drabble | fluff

♫ now playing SDL by agust d

summary: ending a stressful week by chilling with yoongi while he gets some work done

a/n: been having D-Day on repeat and the yoongi brainrot is so real rn. so here’s a little something in honor of yoongi’s birthday :D

Lights dim and speakers playing, you laid on your boyfriend’s black leather couch in his studio. bopping your head, the beat of the music filled your ears. music was always something that put you in a good mood and after the week you just had, a boost was much needed. things have been stressful lately. It was one thing after another.

But in Yoongi’s presence you could let go and relax. Whenever you were in his vicinity you felt like a burden was lifted off your shoulders. He offered a sense of security. He was a breath of fresh air. Even though he was currently occupied doing whatever, you still enjoyed that he was near you. giving you relief with his company alone.

Yoongi looked back at you feeling such warmth in his heart. “Are you doing okay, love?” he questioned in which you replied with a simple “yeah” and grinned. He gave you a thumbs up and flashed that gummy smile you love. Without another word he stood up and made his way over to you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “What's this?” you chuckled, your hands resting on his broad back. “you look like you needed it…” and you certainly did. “thank you, yoongs”.

Before breaking the embrace he pecked your forehead and went back to his chair to continue his work. diving back onto the sofa, you grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped yourself up. with the tempo of the current song slowing, your eyes started to become heavy with sleep. you were content as the atmosphere was peaceful. what a great way to spend a casual friday night.

[incorrectnamgi]

Yoongi: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Namjoon: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Yoongi:

Yoongi: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

[missbangtangirl]

Will Wait For You Suga/AgustD / Min Yoongi 2025 🫡💜

[leeehye]

Angel… (M.Y/1)

“people like me break beautiful things…”

[summary] Y/n’s life seem to be miserable and filled with bad luck. Until a mysterious man comes into her life taking her loneliness away yet there can be more to his mystery.

[warnings] language, violence/blood, mentions of sex, alcohol, assault 🔞, angst, smut (later on), behavior, smoking

[a/n] I got inspired through Jimin’s song Angel but for YOONGI with Agust D! it might be just a drabble I’m still not sure I am just so full of ideas! I have a lot I want to post! ❤️‍🔥 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK 💭 ENJOY!

WC: 3.0k ��

It was a Friday night and my boss had made me work extra time. Which I couldn’t deny, I needed the extra money if there was a chance. Being so late at night I had to walk home since calling Namjoon was useless at this point. 

Thunder started to roar and I wasn’t going to lie, it got scary. I hated thunder and mostly when being alone at night. My mom would always hold me tight during a thunderstorm and dad would get hot chocolate for me and I would feel safe. Unfortunately she had passed away along with my father when I was just 10, and since then my brother Namjoon and I had to look after eachother.

Water droplets started to fall on my head and I quietly groaned placing my hand on my forehead trying to get a clear view as the rain got harder. As I walk noises started to come from behind me. I didn’t want to keep scaring myself so I tried to ignore it until a whistle made my nervousness grow. I started to walk faster, and someone grabbed me harshly by my purse pulling me back harshly.

“Where are you heading this late cutie?” a guy said smirking looking down at me pulling me away with him. I stayed quiet trying to fight my way out of his grip but he touched me against a wall in a dark alley. 

“Leave me alone!” I screamed, failing at trying to stay calmed, the man came closer.

“Did you hear that guys? Little princess here thinks we’re letting her go without having fun first” he said as he rested his hand on my waist squeezing it hard holding my hands harshly bring tears into my eyes.

I whimpered in pain trying to get out but another guy came from behind ans started to brush his hands on me.

“Stop it!” I yelled trying to step on their feet as the guy was attacking my neck, but suddenly a deep voice made him stop.

“Didn’t you hear the girl asshole?” a voice said but I couldn’t see his face, the rain and wet hair on my face made it hard to. The guys stepped away from me and I got ready to make a run for it. The man that had grabbed me scoffed as the mysterious man got closer. They were starting to argue and I couldn’t take it. I was shaking.

“Come on man, you can have a turn as well, even…you can be first if you like…she looks like a virgin…” the guy said laughing but he was suddenly silenced when the man landed a punch on his face, making me gasp covering my mouth quickly. As the guy got up from the floor the other guy went to him and started attacking him, I noticed a shiny thing, a blade. I squinted trying to make out the figures and the guy got up and started to attack the mysterious man. 

I couldn’t just stay there, I looked around and saw an old baseball bat, grabbing a hold of it I swung it up hitting the guy who fell unconsious and the mysterious man punched the other one before quickly grabbing my wrist pushing the bat out of my hands pulling me out of the alley running out and I couldn’t argue he had helped me so I followed him.

Hearing the guy cursing at us, the mysterious man pulled me into a dark space between two shops hiding us in there he held me against the wall as his arms trapped me between him and the wall, the silhouette of his head seemed to be watching out making sure we had lost the other two, I could only hear our heavy breathing and the pouring rain.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, the rain still falling on us and we were soaking wet, after a while he finally moved away from me standing in front of me. I flnched as soon as I heard his deep voice again.

“Are you stupid?” he asked and I just stayed quiet looking down feeling a bit guilty, I got him beat up but still he can’t be calling me stupid. I don’t even know him.

“It isn’t my fault!” I exclaimed, before quickly reaching for my phone turning on the flashlight pointing it at him who winced at the sudden light. My hand covered my mouth seeing his bleeding lip and a big scar that went down his right eye.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry…does it hurt?” I quickly asked about to touch his eye but he held my wrist stopping me from touching him.

“I’m fine…where do you live?” he asked coldly as I was still worried about his wounds.

“Um…about four more blocks…don’t worry I can leave from here” I said and he scoffed.

“And what have yourself caught by those assholes again? Yeah for sure, walk I’ll follow…” he said pulling me out of our hiding spot and I decided to not argue he was already to beaten up and he was partially right I couldn’t risk being caught by those assholes again.

Walking to my building, I walked up the stairs to the very top the outside lights were on and I started typing in my code before looking at him.

“Um let me take care of your wounds…it’s the least I can do after you helped me out there” I whispered and he looked up at me as his hands were in his pockets.

“You talk too much, just go in…” he said, waving me off making a face and I frowned my eyebrows. Opening my door I quickly grabbed him from his sleeve and pulled him inside my apartment, it was small and girly, it wasn’t very big either.

“Sit down…” I said to the mysterious man as I ran to the bathroom grabbing towels and the first aid kit before going to him. I gently wrapped a towel around his shoulders before wrapping one around me. Being concentrated on getting the right ointment for his lip wound I saw him looking around my place.

“It might sting a bit…” I said resting my hand on the back of his head as I slowly pressed the cotton pad on his wound as he flinched trying to move away.

“Sorry…it’ll be better by tomorrow…” I whispered softly reaching for a little bandit putting it on the scratch on his forehead.

“Um how did you get that scar?” I asked without thinking while putting away the things and he scoffed.

“What are we getting to know each other now? We should have a sleepover?” he said coldly but sarcastically and I widened my eyes quickly getting up.

“I…you’re right…sorry…um but still thank you for—” 

“Y/n someone broke in—!” Namjoon came in running into the room holding one of my pink vases.

“What…Who the hell is this?” he asked as the man got up pulling my pink towel off of him, handing it to me.

“None of your concern…I’m going” he mumbled and I couldn’t say anything before he was out of my place. Once he was gone I turned to Namjoon throwing the wet towel at him.

“You’re such an idiot! He came and saved me while you didn’t pick up my calls!” I yelled at him before rolling my eyes heading to the bathroom.

☁️ NEXT DAY ☁️

I walked into the coffee shop the next day, tired but I had no other choice, I had to work to pay my tuition and bills. Tying on my apron I made sure coffee machines, and everything needed was ready for the day. In a few minutes Jia and Jimin made their way inside. Back story of us, they were my co-workers and we were good friends. I met Jia first though and we are best friends.

“Hey girl!” Jia said, smiling, approaching me behind the counter putting on her apron.

“You seem tired, '' Jimin added and I nodded, closing my eyes gently.

“Ugh…I know exams are kicking my butt! And last night was ugh…” I said giggling gently massaging my shoulders.

“But either way, Namjoon isn’t much of a help” I said and we stayed and talked for a few minutes until people started arriving.

We were busy for a while, and I was packed with taking orders while Jimin worked on the drinks and Jia on the pastries, taking another order and I looked up to take the next order, only to see…the mysterious man from last night.

“Y-You?” I asked quietly surprised of how small the world was making us see each other, or was it meant to be? He cleared his throat looking up at the menu, before looking at me almost acting like he had never seen me. I frowned a bit confused, he probably didn’t recognize me? Did he had short term memory lost? Nah he seemed healthy and…good looking I had to admit. He had pretty eyes, his right one decored with the scar and his milky white skin was glowing.

“Um…may I take your order?” I asked, now myself acting like he was a stranger, which he was.

“Um…One americano…” he mumbled taking out his wallet handing me a $20. Ugh this man was really like a black coffee, he was serious as heck and now he was going to make me count change. After a minute of taking out the right change I handed it to him.

“It’ll be out…shortly” I finished off quietly as he had already walked away before I finished my sentence. Asshole.

Jimin had finished the black coffee in seconds and other drinks and I went and took them to the tables, I stopped by with some nice old ladies leaving their drinks before finishing at the mysterious guy’s table. He was looking out the window playing with a lighter, on and off the lighter went and he took out a cigarette placing it in between his lips. My eyes widened and headed over to him.

“You can’t smoke here” I said quickly and without thinking I had taken the cigarette out of his mouth. Both of our eyes widened but mine were bigger while he glanced at me.

“Sorry…sorry here…I…here’s your coffee as well…” I said quickly setting the cigarette on the table with his coffee. I gently bowed making my embarrassment more obvious, I slightly saw him scoff showing a smirk. 

“You’re a responsible one huh?” he said taking something from his pocket, the change from earlier that it felt like an eternity to count, he looked at me and placed it in my apron’s pocket. I was left frozen on the spot. 

“Um…what are–” before I could ask what he was doing a voice made me turn around.

“You! Worker!” a woman from the corner yelled signaling me to go to her, releasing a sigh I went over to her and forced a smile, screw customer service. Reaching to her, she was tap his long polish nails on the table.

“Yes ma’am do you need something?” I asked politely and she rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t need anything would I?” she responded harshly making the customers around the place turn to watch what was happening. Jia had started recording in case this woman had other things in mind and Jimin was ready with the phone. 

“Then what do you need ma’am?” I asked, trying to contain my patience.

“I want a refund. This was the wrong order” she said, making a face at the food on the table. I slightly rolled my eyes and grabbed her ticket, slowly looking through the items on her table.

“Well everything you ordered is the exact same thing you have on the table, and I always repeat your order at the counter…and even if it was wrong ma’am…we don’t do refunds for a half drank coffee and a almost finished breakfast sandwich” I said teaching her a lesson making her snatch her ticket out of my hand. She stood up resting her hand on her hip and pushed on my shoulder with her other hand. 

“Please do not touch me,” I said sternly slapping her hand away seeing her getting angry

“You little bitch! It was the wrong order! Just make a new one that’s your job!” she yelled at me.

“I can’t make a new one! You already ate it! Meaning there’s nothing wrong!” I yelled back at her losing my patience, she scoffed looking at me with disgust before swinging her hand up about to slap me, and I was ready to receive it, I wasn’t fast enough to move, that’s went a bitter smell mixed with smoke came to my nose, and no pain was felt.

Opening my eyes, the mysterious man had held the woman’s hand stopping her from slapping me. She gasped being her dramatic self starting to yell trying to look at me, who was now standing behind the mysterious man’s tall figure.

“I think you should leave” the man said blankly to the woman who was raging with anger, she snatched her hand from his grip and pushing the food to the floor leaving a mess and some got on my apron an some on my cheek. She grabbed her things and made her way out. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in, before grabbing a napkin wiping my apron before cleaning my face.

I didn’t say anything and just moved to the floor placing the broken plate and glass pieces on the tray, on the corner of my eyes I see him kneel down helping me with the glass pieces. I widened my eyes and didn’t pay attention causing a glass to wound my finger, making me wince.

“Do you have to deal with stupid people like that?” he asked and I shrugged.

“It’s rare believe it or not…but when it happens…god” I whispered and he nodded. That’s when Jimin came with the mop and broom and he started to clean the food and the spilled beverage. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I took the tray with the broken dishes and into the disposal. As I turned around the mysterious man was behind me making me gasp. 

“You scared me” I mumbled while he grabbed my wrist looking at the cut on my finger as he took a bandit out from his pocket wrapping it around my finger. He let go of my hand and made his way out of the shop.

“What did just happen?” Jimin’s voice made me jump making me turn my head, going over to him behind the counter I leaned over it and watched the mysterious man leaving throw the glass windows. “I would like to know that too” I whispered looking down at my finger.

[ ✨ LATER ✨]

Locking the shop’s doors I fixed the tote bag on my shoulder seeing the text message I sent Namjoon, he left me on read again. Fuck you Namjoon.

I started walking home, thankfully it wasn’t as late as yesterday, but keeping my head down on my phone my head suddenly bumped into someone’s chest, I quickly looked up.

“Ow…”

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to where you’re going?” the mysterious man said, somehow I had remembered his voice and could probably recognize it anywhere. “That’s why assholes find you as a target” he added taking my phone out of my hands into his pocket.

“Hey! My–look I had…a frustrating and tiring day to deal with you now…thank you for helping me, but I have to get home before it gets dark” I said trying to grab my phone from him but he was faster and grabbed my wrist. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked me and I frowned my eyebrows puzzled at his question, he had helped me out twice and I guess I trusted him, but it still depends for what.

“I…I guess but–” I mumbled but I didn’t finsh before he took off running with me not letting go. With me yelling the whole way longing for a break he took me inside a building, which seemed to be an empty one and abandoned, since we took the stairs.

“Hey! Water break!” I yelled before he stopped and I was breathing heavily, god I regretted telling him that I trusted him.

“You talk too much” he mumbled and pulled me out, we were now on the rooftop of the building, I was slightly blinded by the sun, but then I realized how pretty the sunset was. We got closer to the edge and I slowly held on from the railing. Taking in the view of the city, slowly looking up seeing the blue sky tinted with red and pink. A smile appeared on my face, I hadn’t smiled in so long it felt so relaxing.

“Do you like it?” the mysterious man asked softly making me look at him still smiling. 

“Are you kidding? The view from here is amazing…I had never seen the city like this and the sunset is beautiful…” I said softly and I heard his lighter go off. 

He had lit a cigarette and started to smoke, taking a hit of his cigarette and slowly letting the smoke out.

“I can lend this place to you…meaning we can share it” he said holding the cigarette before continuing. What did he mean?

“What? What do you mean?” I asked looking at him who was standing a few feet from me. 

“I found this place first, and I thought the same thing you did…I guess being here it takes my mind off things or just helps me forget any shit…you know?” he said releasing some smoke.

I slowly nodded and moved closer slowly. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing this place…I will take your offer…I think you helped me find my new favorite place” I said smiling looking back again to the view. Until something hit me, this man was a walking mystery I had told this man that I trusted him, and he had already saved me twice. He showed me this wonderful place and I didn’t even know his name.

“By the way…what’s your name?” I asked turning my head to him again as his movements came to a stop. Slowly pulling the cigarette from his lips he glanced at me staring at me for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and his deep voice spoke.

“Yoongi…”

to be continued…

This one is another series I wanted to post and I am so excited for this one! I will be working on these series along with (a dare after all) and (sweet truth)

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[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU]

INTRO

Side Characters: OT7

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it).

SUMMARY: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.

……………………………………………………………………………….

- you’re Agust D…

I stated breathless. He only side smiled at me, our bodies so close i could feel his breath against my face.

One of his hands grabbed me by the hair as he closed completely the distance between us, his body burned against mine. I held my breath as i felt the sharp cold point of what i could guess was a knife against my ribs.

My eyes looked on his. Scared. He wasn’t joking around. Not him.

- this… you walk around like you’re a bad girl…. - he said in a mocking way - but now look at you.

He moved the knife up on my side then down on my hip, his hand pushing my hair so my neck is visible to him and he held the knife against it.

- You won’t hurt me… - i breathlessly said, nervous and turned on at the same time - you said you don’t hurt women and children.

He chuckled, his breath dancing against my skin as well as the knife he held against me. The sharp tip sliding down my neck, between my chest and stoping at my belly.

He turned my head to look at him, something burned in his eyes.

- I just love the way you look at me… - he whispered against my lips - like a prey who’s about to be eaten.

I lose my breathe when he cuts open my shirt, kissing me so harshly and deliciously. I moan against his lips making him bite into my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood out of. He groans sticking the knife into the wall right beside my head.

Hands sliding down my back slowly with his short nails carving my skin through my shirt stopping at my butt, he gabs me hard before sliding them to my thighs holding me up on the wall.

- I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk tonight - he said against my neck - don’t you dare tell me to stop….

Shit. I wouldn’t dream of it.

Part one?

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Notes: a little taste of what is to come hehe….

[mortqlprojections]

min yoongi - agust d tour 🤍

[liveyun]

haegeum | myg | teaser. | m

pairing. yoongi x female reader

genre. crime au , smut , thriller (?)

w. (M) mentions of smoking, k*lling, blood and guns ( teaser )

wc. 0.6k for the teaser

main fic

She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.

However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him in the alley, for the second time—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself.

And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him.

“ didn't mean to kill the president, my bad. ”

His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.

“ You didn't? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?

“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”

“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.

“ I always get away, officer. ”

His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.

There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.

“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.

“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”

“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.

His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth.

And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard.

A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.

Red alert.

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule III

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: posting this on Father’s day because Mr. Min Yoongi is a daddy 😝

Masterlist, Latibule II

“The renowned Chief of Police, Min Yoongi, who had been missing for a month is now officially assumed to be dead. The Police Department announced on Friday that the memorial would be held a month from now,” the reporter announced with solemn voice as the news shifted to several official photographs of him in his uniform. Damn, he did look good, he thought.

“The whole country mourns the loss of the heroic man who never shied away from danger. He is indeed the loss of our country as thousands of citizens offered flowers and lighted candles in front of the Department,” the view shifted from the reporter to the video footage of the mourning citizens. The front of the Department was indeed filled with mourners, and Yoongi almost smiled. He really almost did if not for Jimin crying dramatically in the middle of the mourners, wearing his formal police uniform as though he was really dead. He thought that Jimin really had a flair for the dramatics. He was laying it thick on the acting, he noted, wailing hard enough to trigger the tears of the other mourners. It would be hilarious, and he would admit he almost laughed if not for the tall man that was caught by the camera for a second. He was standing on the far side of the mourners, unmoving as his eyes were trained on the makeshift memorial in front of the Police Department. He had his hands in his pockets, his face hidden by a black cap. He looked almost nonchalant had it not been for the tension in his broad shoulders.

Min Yoongi only saw him for a second. But one second was enough. He could recognized that man anywhere. One side of his lips lifted, his eyes glinting with something akin to wickedness. With nonchalant movement, he leaned back on the sofa, his legs spread out. In the darkness of the night, only the light from the television illuminated the evilness in his face.

So, he thought, his hyung knew of his death. Interesting.

You were a morning person. Really, you were. You didn’t open your eyes and frowned, unlike your housemate-turned-fake-fiancée, also known as your nuisance. You didn’t get up and decide to terrorize everyone with your dark energy, unlike well…him. You didn’t wake up one day and decided to glare at everyone until you had your coffee…far from the man you had unwillingly adopted.

Wasn’t he too old to be adopted for heaven’s sake, you thought.

You loved mornings, truly you did. You loved opening your eyes and seeing the lights seeping through the sheer curtains. You loved waking up to the sound of birds chirping as they rested on your window sill, unlike Suga who was doing his very best to shoo the birds away from the living room’s window with a heavy frown on his face. You loved mornings and how they represented another day, how they represented hope.

In fact, you loved morning so much that you were up and showering before the sun even shone. You knew he was the opposite of a morning person. But really, you couldn’t categorized him because he was not an afternoon or even an evening person, evidenced by the varying bored, angry, and annoyed expressions on his face. See, you knew he wasn’t a normal person. You knew he wasn’t a morning person.

And that was exactly why you let your guard down.

You were quietly humming to yourself as you stood in front of the shower, letting the water cascade down your body. Your fingers were brushing away the bubbles from your shampoo when the door of your small bathroom opened.

Your peace suddenly gone.

Birds suddenly stopped singing.

Happiness suddenly vanished as you opened your eyes and saw him standing there with his hand on the door knob, his eyes slowly roaming your exposed body appreciatively. It was as though he didn’t want to miss even an inch with the ways his eyes dragged down your body. And then slowly, that stupid smirk returned in his face and it was only then that you woke up from your stupor. He watched you as you scampered to reach for your towel hanging outside the shower stall without even offering to help you. You were huffing under your breath, cursing him with words you did not know you could say.

Suga leaned against the door still leisurely, his hand still resting on the doorknob, an image of a man with so much time in his hand.

“Who knew you’re hiding something pleasant underneath the drab of clothes you’re so fond of wearing?” he drawled as you did your absolute best to hide your damp body with the towel, your eyes throwing daggers at me.

“Don’t you know how to fucking knock?” you hissed at the relaxed man still looking at you.

“Probably not,” he started, “Can’t say my mother was around enough to teach me good manners, though. But I will say that this has been my best decision yet.”

“And it will be your worst if you don’t stop fucking looking!”

He pouted mockingly, “But I’m your fiancé. It’s my right to-“

And then you pulled the shower head, pointed it at him, and blasted him with water. You almost smiled when you heard him cursing as he retreated outside the bathroom. “F-FUCK! Fucking stop! I’m leaving!”

It took more time than you originally wanted to prepare yourself for work and to face the world. You marched out of your room with speed you didn’t know you possessed.

“Going somewhere, angel?” Suga drawled, smiling at you before sipping from his cup of coffee. As if he didn’t do anything wrong the first instance that he woke up today.

“Yes! Away from you!” You shouted before you slammed the door. You could hear him laughing all the way as you left. As if you could escape him if he didn’t let you, he thought.

“You know, I feel like I love you more than you love me. Honestly. There is a power imbalance in this relationship. You finally called me after two weeks that is so hurtful-“

“Seokjin was there,” Yoongi cut him off before dragging a deep puff of his cigarette. “Asshole didn’t even cry.”

Jimin chuckled, his voice holding an amused tone, “He cornered me and asked me where you were. Why would he cry when he suspected you’re still alive, hyung. You know how perceptive Jin hyung is.”

“Not even a little? Damn,” Yoongi replied. Of course, he could fool anyone in this world but not him. After all, he did grow up with him. “What did you say to him?”

“I told him that you were truly gone.”

“He didn’t believe, did he? You’re a terrible actor, Park Jimin.”

He halfheartedly listened to Jimin as he dramatically told him how he went to acting school for a while because of an assignment, how he was top of his class, and how he was depressed at work because Yoongi wasn’t around to make his bleak days brighter.

All that noise and all he could think about was where the fuck you were. Yoongi raised his brow, his eyes shifting for the nth time on the road. It was already dark and you were not yet home. He didn’t know why he hated that, or why his attention was focused on the road instead of the information Jimin was now giving about the fucking traitor who would soon walked down with him to hell.

“-maimed him until he broke down and told me that their boss is also- are you ready for this, hyung? Are you ready for this?- a police officer, too. Looks like somebody’s idolizing you too much,” Jimin reported over the phone, his voice hinting an excitement at having to torture and extract information from the man. Yoongi straightened when he finally saw you walking on the dark road.

Ah, finally, he thought. You were home. He ended the call without saying goodbye to Jimin before he he put off his cigarette. He unconsciously smiled before walking to you. You looked tired, your eyes focused on your steps when you bumped on something that clearly wasn’t supposed to be there.

You were rubbing your forehead before looking up at the wall slash chest of the road hazard, also fondly called as Suga. He looked down at you with an amused gaze.

“You’re late, angel. Where have you been?”

You squinted at him. “Work. What about you? What are you doing out here, Suga? Were you waiting for me? Hmm?” You stepped closer to him as you bombed him with questions.

He stepped back, his cheeks warming up quickly before showing you his bottle. “N-no! I’m out to throw trash! Don’t be assuming-“

You glanced at the bottle with an unimpressed look on your face. “That’s an unopened bottle, sir.”

He blinked rapidly before unscrewing the cover of the water bottle and chugging the contents down as though to prove a point. You raised your eyebrows at him before shoving him the paper bag you were holding.

“What’s this?”

“A phone, asshole. It’s not brand new, but you do need a phone,” you stated casually, walking ahead of him to your house. You wouldn’t tell him that you were worried about him while you were out and working. Not even if a gun was pointed at you. Nope. He had enough ego to last twelve lifetimes. He didn’t need to know.

You missed the completely surprised look on his face. Or the fact that he was looking down at the old model of the phone in his hand with something akin to a confused awe. He knew you didn’t have a lot… and yet you chose to spend what little money you had to buy him this. Meanwhile, in his pocket was the cellphone he stole from your neighbor today.

He sighed. Guess he had to return it to your neighbor tonight.

You should be careful, he thought. He was starting to see you as something other than a means to an end.

Latibule IV

[yoongimedia]

txt messages with exhusband yoongi!

this time some fluff? 🥹

[ilys00ga]

Exes to lovers hurt/comfort with Yoongi? Oc is going through a really hard time and one minor inconvenience sets her up to break down and yoongi finds her and they seek solace to each other because no one listens like Yoongi does. Just a moment of oc burrowing her head on his shoulder in silence and boom. Happy ending.

I GO BACK TO YOU, EVERYTIME !

pairing: yoongi x female reader.

genre: hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, post breakup, some bitter sweetness and fluff as well, yoongi is very sweet, they still love each other hahaha.

warnings: none, I think. oh some mentions of cheating. lots of crying lolol.

A/N: hello, I am SORRY for the late upload of this. I keep losing track of writing and posting 😫 but thank u sm for this <3 I hope you like it, I wasn't sure how and what to write tbh but that's what I could come up with...

I tried using "she/her" pronouns instead of "you" for some change, I hope that's fine with u!

I have one more request to make, and it'll probably be posted after a week or something:') but yeah, thanks to everyone who sent me reqs. this was so fun. remember, u can send more they are currently open! (my exams are in like one week or so lmfao)

PS. English is not my first language, so u know the drill.

the tip of yoongi's ears began to ache, and his eyes felt so heavy after several hours of sitting in front of his computer screen, wearing the same set of headphones on his head.

he rubbed his tired face with his palms and threw his head back with a loud groan. he was exhausted. this specific project he was working on consumed him the most this month.

just as he was about to resume his work, the door to his studio rang, and he huffed. the grumpy man up with slumped shoulders and a scowl ready to stare daggers at whoever decided it was just the perfect timing to interrupt his misery.

"....yoongi..." a whimper of his name made his head snap up and face the woman standing right in front of him. his eyes widened as he saw her flushed face twisted with tears running down her cheeks. visibly fresh stains of coffee covered her attire, and her hands were shaking.

swallowing, he didn't utter a word, standing there as he felt his heart pumping cold blood through his wide chest and into his entire body. it's been nearly two years since he'd last spoken to her after the messed up break-up they had.

"yoongi.." a sob shook the woman's shoulders this time as she crouched down, crying and shrinking into her own self right in front of him.

if you'd travel back two years and more ago in time, you'd see yoongi wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her body, but that sweet privilege he once had is long since gone. the she and he that once made this very beautiful thing is long since gone. she were no longer "her" and he was no longer "him". it was hard to decide whether to say "thankfully" or "unfortunately" each time yoongi recalled that gut-wrenching fact.

instead, he quickly kneeled in front of her, hesitating and contemplating before finally settling on just gently putting one of his trembling hands on her shoulder as he wasted no time in asking: "___ what's wrong? are you hurt?"

as if it was embarrassed of her commitment to silence, her head moved on its own will in a light shake of "no."

"what happened?" he repeated in a much calmer voice.

"he- he ch-cheated on m-... again- he-" her body rocked, dancing along with each sob as she struggled to speak. and when he realised that he won'tve getting a proper answer, yoongi silently–and very delicately, as though she would break if he tugged any harder on her skin–grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the studio.

after closing the door and making her sit on the couch, he asked one more time, "what happened?"

his voice never lost that soft tone, she noted, and gulped down the lump that was stuck in her throat, and after some time stuttered with a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry to bother you. i just had such a bad day, and I kind of panicked so hard and ran up here."

"what about this," he pointed at her stained clothes and frowned, "and what did you say about cheating again?"

sniffling, she sighed and rested her hair against the back of the sofa, "found out that Jaehun cheated on me multiple times, and I had a coffee accident. I didn't know where to go, so..."

yoongi stared at her silently, part of him was relieved nothing that bad had occurred to her, the other, the slightly selfish one, had the corners of its lips twitching upwards when he heard that the man he's been dreading for the past few months turned put to be a complete asshole. it was embarrassing, yes, that's why he can never admit that he's still stuck on her, that he felt as though he'd lost a chunk of himself when he knew that she was with somebody new. but he also can't complain, not after everything that happened, not after breaking it apart.

"I'm sorry you always end up with assholes." was all he said.

and a simple "by the way, it's fine, you've always been welcome here" from him was all it took to break her shell. all the self restraint she'd been pulling, all the walls she'd been shielding herself with, it all went flat to the ground, and this time her vision blurred up with hot tears, easily spilling and racing down her cheeks in a matter of seconds. finally giving up the strings she'd been clutching on for dear life.

yoongi was caught off guard, but not surprised. he pursed his lips as he extended his arm to wrap it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and burying her face right where it belongs, his neck.

that terribly reminded him of all the sleepless nights after heavy, long days at work they spent cuddled up so close to each other. her crying as she spilled her heart's content to him, and him listening as he rubbed on her back and kissed her head.

seeing her again, one hair away from him after long months of distance and silent, guilty glances whenever they ran into each other in the building they both worked at, was the cherry on top that poisoned cake.

he tightly hugged her, whispering sweet nothings into her hair as he buried his nose into it. he used to like doing that, feeling the tickling of her strands on his nose and the scent he sipped on like a mad man.

after a long moment, her sobs thinned into hiccups, then soft sniffles, and she dried her face up with the long sleeves of her cardigan.

"feeling better?" why is his voice always so damn soft?

she nodded with a tiny hum, slowly raising her body to pull out of the hug.

when she glanced at him, oh boy, when she did glance at him, she was met with those pair of cat eyes, all wide with pure concern. so intense that she quickly averted hers as heat spread through her face and neck.

"I'm fine.." she whispered with a voice hoarse from all the crying.

"you reek of coffee." yoongi joked in an attempt to brighten the mood, smiling as he offered her a package of wet wipes.

"thanks." the woman's lips slowly pushed into a small pout, and she muttered, "I'm sorry for bothering you with my crying."

"don't worry about that, i kind of missed this anyway."

"you miss seeing me cry?" she mused.

"no, I just... it's been so long..."

neither of them said anything for a while, falling into some kind of silence. strangely, there was no awkwardness in it, just hundreds of heavily unspoken confessions and things hanging in the air, all mixed with burning yearning for one another.

"I missed you.." she whispered in a hushed tone, "I thought I would never get to talk to you again."

"i hope you're joking." he replied, "because I don't think you being serious would make it hurt any less."

"I'm sorry that we fought." she apologized.

"I'm sorry, I was an asshole too." yoongi licked his lips, a pinch of fear ached his heart all of a sudden, but he added anyway with a small voice, "do you... do you wanna meet up tomorrow? we could grab some dinner and just... talk."

"alright" she smiled.

"good. I'll call you in the morning, then. good?" yoongi felt as though his heart would jump out of his rib cage and run out of the studio from how overwhelming the whole situation was, if it weren't for her reassuring smile that made it all so much easier to handle.

"good." she replied.

"that was so easy...why didn't we do this earlier?" he covered his burning face with his hands and chuckled.

"we were just too dumb to think back then."

"yeah, we were." he nodded.

and for the first time ever since the pair cut all sorts of communication between each other, yoongi looked directly into her eyes with pure gratitude and smiled.

they ended up meeting up more often than they intended to, slowly patching up the abandoned wounds they once scarred into the body of their broken relationship.

one dinner birthed two and three more, surface-level chitchat of updates about each other's lives turned into deeper dives into the ups and downs, the wrongs and rights of everything they have shared between each other before. where everything shattered into pieces before their own eyes.

it all went slow and steady, like the first time they met a few years ago, like the very beginning of what they once had. it was scary, uncertain, and a sensitive area overall for the two, yet they were still willing to take that road again.

like a wicked witch, miscommunication casted a spell of pain, sourness, and yearning on the pair.

and now that their priorities have changed, maybe there's still a chance for them to break that spell and work it out again.

- fin..

[usmiletk]

“Idols is that we don’t have to commit a crime or something controversial for people to blow little things out of proportion & judge us. I could never understand the mentality of those people. Like when an idol smokes on a MV, say I get criticized for that at 31.” — Min Yoongi

[sanjithesimp]

♡bite me (pt.1 )ft. jeon jungkook & min yoongi♡

a/n: i couldn’t stop thinking about this idea so i had to write it right away. though i will be dividing it into two parts hehe

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp (porn with very little plot). unprotected sex. fingering. rough sex (kinda). nipple play. degradation kink. praise kink.

summary: some horny thoughts i had.

playlist to listen to while reading this fic

he had always been very quiet but always nice to you. you had become somewhat very close, living all together in the house they have bought after they debuted. he was like a big brother for your boyfriend, they shared everything; yoongi took care of him, taught him a lot of things. jungkook always looked up to him. but now you weren’t so sure, you had made a mistake and this would change jungkook forever…you were doing everything possible to make sure he would never know about what happened that weekend when he was away for a photoshoot.

you had cheated on your boyfriend. it was a hot afternoon, yoongi and you were the alone in the house. a total mistake. he was nice to you, and he would give you advice whenever you needed it. you never imagined something would happen between the two of you.

“bored?” he asked, suddenly startling you. he smirked, something about his smile was

“a little bit, yeah” you admitted.

“want to play a game or something?” he suggested, it was kind of weird coming from him but you had nothing better to do. so you ignored it and followed him.

he was fond of playing cards, you never understood what was so fun about it. but you were going to give it a try. he offered you something to drink, and was surprised when you answered that you wanted exactly what he was drinking.

“didn’t think you would like whisky?” he said as he poured the golden brown drink in an old fashioned glass with a few of slices of lime and a couple of ice cubes.

as the hours passed, you kept on playing and drinking. things started to get more serious, but at the same time you both had loosened up, probably from all that drinking.

while yoongi poured some more whisky on his glass you watched him. you didn’t know what it was, maybe the alcohol but you seemed to think he was incredibly hot. you had never thought of him like that, he was like jungkook’s older brother. but his pink lips, his long raven black hair, his hands adorned with veins. it was almost driving you crazy so you had to look away before you started having more nonsense thoughts.

“what’s on your mind?” his voice made you jump.

“n-nothing, i just think i should stop drinking for now” suddenly feeling heat all over your body. “is it hot in here?” nervously going to open a few windows.

“i think you’re right, you should stop drinking” yoongi said laughing at your actions.

as the night went on, you kept on playing. things were starting to get weirdly flirty but you tried to ignore it, telling yourself that it was the whisky going straight into your brain and making you imagine things.

“should we make this more interesting?” yoongi asked, getting closer to you.

“how so?” you said, worrying about what he would say next.

“let’s play strip poker.” yoongi said so casually, as if he suggested to eat some ice cream.

“what? no, no, no…are you drunk?” he snickered at your last question.

“it’s just a game, or are you worried you will lose?” he dared you.

you dammed yourself for falling into his game. also you were wearing way less clothes than him.

“no of course not, i’m not a chicken.” you said, feeling confident.

but that was the last time you felt confident. even though yoongi had taken a few pieces of clothing you were the one who would wound up fully naked. it was just your boyfriends shirt and your panties still on you.

“i think we should stop” yoongi said without explaining, his face had changed.

“what, are you afraid you might lose?” you said mocking him.

“no, it’s just..getting late”he said as he started washing the dishes.

”i think you’re just afraid…” you whispered in his ear, teasing him again. he suddenly stopped and looked at you and without saying anything else pulled you in to kiss you. the taste of the strong whisky still on his lips.

you yelped as he placed his wet hands on your ass. you could feel the hunger in how he kissed you, the way he nipped at your skin. the way he moaned as you pressed your body closer to him.

“fuck-” yoongi said, feeling your hand palming his erection through his pants. he then guided you to your room, and then to your bed. the bed you and your boyfriend shared, you could still smell him on the bedsheets. this was all wrong, but you couldn’t help it. you couldn’t stop yourself, you wanted more.

yoongi slid his hands under jungkook’s shirt, his fingers ghosted over the lace of your panties. suddenly feeling an electric shock all through your spine. a moan escaped your mouth, suddenly making you feel embarrassed.

“are you that desperate to be touched, little whore?” he said, a smirk drawn across his face.

you nodded, not being able to formulate any coherent answer.

“i’m going to fuck you so that you never forget this” yoongi said, it was as if he was another person. you couldn’t believe the words he had just said.

he then ripped your panties off your body and discarded them somewhere in the room, you shivered feeling the cool air, your pussy already dripping wet, with desire to feel yoongi’s fingers. he teased you a bit more, his hands running up and down your thighs.

one of his hands went under your shirt, his fingers teased your cunt, he traced them up and down as he spread your juices all over your folds while the other hand fondled your breasts.

“fuck, i had never seen those.” yoongi said surprised that your nipples were pierced. he licked his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples decorated with the metallic hearts piercings you had chosen.

“do you like them?” you bit your lip, loving the way he was devouring you with his eyes.

“no…i love them” yoongi said and he took one of your tits with his free hand. he started licking it, his tongue making circles around your bud, and gently sucking on it. making you moan and whimper, you were sure you were just gonna cum by how he was sucking on your tits.

he introduced two of his fingers into your cunt, curling them to reach your g-spot. you could almost see stars as he kept on pumping them in and out of you, watching carefully what you liked the most by how your moans got louder whenever he sped up his movements.

“have you ever been like this for jungkook?” he said as he left a trail of kisses all the way from your chest to your neck “soaking wet, like a little whore”

you moaned his name, his thumb pressing on your clit. he was such an idiot for asking you something like that.

“answer…now” yoongi said, desperate to know the answer.

“n-no” you replied, loving the way he kept rubbing circles on your sensitive bud. you definitely didn’t want him to keep asking you questions about jungkook

“fuck me hard, yoongi…please” you begged him. right now you didn’t want to think about the terrible thing you were doing to your boyfriend.

“as you wish, princess” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean, not leaving a single drop of your juices as he looked at you, his eyes filled with lust. you audibly gasped, thinking that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.

you had imagined he was big, but not that big once he released his cock from the confinements of his boxers. it was painfully hard, his tip red and dripping with precum. you wanted to suck it clean but first you wanted him to fuck you senseless, until you could forget that this was so wrong yet it felt so right.

“you’re so big…i-” you started saying but he shushed you.

“i know you can, baby”yoongi said, lining his cock with your cunt, sliding it up and down, coating his dick with your juices.

you gripped the bedsheets until your knuckles were white as the sheets, every inch was getting less painful but you still weren’t sure you could take him all. once he bottomed out, you both moaned in pleasure, he could feel your velvety walls tighten around him, as you could feel his tip kissing your g-spot.

“see, i knew you could do it…such a good girl” he said as he started slowly sliding his cock out of you, leaving only the tip inside. you suddenly missed being full of his cock, but it didn’t took seconds before he thrusted back into you.

the lewd sounds filled the house as he rammed in and out of you, your loud moans and whines, his groans and moans, his balls slapping your ass, it was a sinful orchestra that you had both created. and you didn’t even care anymore if someone found you like this, under your boyfriend’s best friend, moaning and babbling nonsense as he fucked you hard on the matress that you and your boyfriend shared.

his thrusts were getting harder, you both getting close to your high. he could feel your cunt tightening around his throbbing cock. he could cum in that moment, but he wanted to enjoy it a little more. he liked the sight of your tits bouncing up and down as he sped up the pace, your face contorting with pleasure as he fucked you like no one else had.

he fucked you until you squirted all over his cock and the bedsheets. your legs gave out as he was still trying to reach his own orgasm.

“you look so fucking pretty, y/n” he said, your body glistening with sweat, a soft flush in your cheeks and your lips swollen. he continued thrusting in and out of you until he came inside you, filling you with his hot cum, not letting any drop go to waste.

he then pulled out of you, and laid next to you. his raven hair messy and some sticking to his forehead. he had never looked that handsome as in that moment. you turned and got on top of him and kissed him hard, tears started to run down your face.

“i’m so sorry, i-” you started saying but you couldn’t finish your sentence. “jungkook, must never find out about this…” you said, still crying as yoongi cleaned your tears from your cheeks.

he didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night, or the following days.