#and I’ve BEEN through with drawls when I was a coke addict a few years back

[marsuni]

ive been having an excellent day, got a very promising interview, saw and had a nice lunch with a friend, got to make a friend on the subway, until I got home, lost my senses (ive been blacking out for no apparent reason, not meds or booze or anything, which I’m not happy about 🥲) and got into it with my mother BUT I actually remember what happened this time so I can talk about it and not rely on witnesses

[ibsul-jin]

Mistletoe (T)

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff?

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Making out with a total stranger at a Christmas party has never been sweeter.

Warnings: swearing, implied sex

The bass thudded in your ear. What song was this? A remix of something from the early 2000s, you figure, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Who the fuck was DJ-ing, anyway?

You push your way through the crowd. Guys and girls were pressed up each other and gyrating rhythmically to the beat. It was hot and cramped inside the tiny house and you weren’t sure what you were still doing there, to be honest. You were just waiting for some neighbour to call the cops and shut the party down, you guess. You didn’t know anyone at the party because you hadn’t been back in your home town in years. You had just finished your undergrad abroad and returned home recently. Your cousin dragged you out to the party so you could be her alibi and reassure her parents that she was still the innocent, little flower they thought she was. And not a bawdy young woman with her tongue shoved down some bro-dude’s throat, his hands inching closer and closer to her skirt. Yeah, that definitely wasn’t your cousin.

“Y/N, I don’t know what dick is like in Europe, but you should definitely get some tonight,” your cousin advises, while you two are in the kitchen doing a couple of shots to start off the night.

You thought Christmas parties were supposed to be classy. You know, exchanging presents, sipping on wine, playing charades – the wholesome stuff. The holiday itself didn’t have much meaning to you, but you did feel weird that people were trying to get laid during, what was supposed to be, a religious celebration. You shrug off the thought and make your way to the back of the house, trying to find a quieter spot to sit that was hopefully near some food. You come across a couch in a small corner, miraculously not being corrupted by horny youth like the rest of the poor couches in this house. You sigh as you sit down and pull off your high heels, giving your achy feet a well-deserved break. You take out your phone and scroll through Instagram for a few minutes before you feel the couch dip beside you.

“Here, put this across your legs,” a husky voice drawls. You turn and see a blond man with skin like snow holding out a blanket for you. You hadn’t noticed until now, but your tight skirt was riding up and exposing the tops of your thighs. You gratefully take the blanket from the stranger and cover yourself from the waist down. Why would he care if you were covered up or not? Wow, maybe he isn’t a creep like the rest of the guys here, you think to yourself.

“Thanks,” you look the stranger up and down, taking in his appearance as well as you could in the dim lighting. The boy was leaning back against the back of the couch with a real “cool-guy” pose. He was wearing a dark hoodie and black ripped jeans. Ah yes, the perfect festive clothing ensemble. Your eyes travel up to his face. His mussed blond hair fell to his uniquely-shaped eyes rimmed in… eyeliner? Damn, this guy was hot and clearly confident about it.

“You done checking me out?” his voice brings you out of your thoughts. You scoff. What a jerk.

“Was not,” you cross your arms over your chest defensively and turn your head away from him. He simply smirks.

“I’m Min Yoongi. You must be new here. Am I right?”

“I actually grew up here, but I’ve been abroad for a few years. I’m Y/N.” you tell him wearily.

“Abroad, huh? Where were you living?” Yoongi asks. What did this guy want? First he calls you out on checking him out and now he wants to know everything about you?

“London, actually. I just graduated from UCL,” you beam proudly.

“Never heard of it. Anyway, someone should poison this DJ’s eggnog – god is he awful.” Yoongi shakes his head disapprovingly. You were taken aback. Usually you would get approving looks or adoration when you said you went to UCL, but this guy hadn’t even heard of the place. What a bumpkin.

“I’m going to go get a drink. You want anything?” he asks. You shake your head no. You eye him curiously as he makes his way into the kitchen to get drinks. Though he really wasn’t your “type”, whatever that was since you hadn’t been with anyone in ages, there was something that drew you into him. His surprisingly chivalrous and unassuming personality that contrasted with his bad-boy good looks was refreshing to you. Or maybe you were just a little tipsy from the drinking you started earlier. Yoongi comes back sipping a rum and coke and takes his place beside you on the couch again.

“Want a sip?” he asks, holding out his red solo cup towards you.

“No thanks,” you turn it down with distaste. You weren’t ready to swap spit with anyone tonight. You both spend the next several minutes sitting in silence. Just when you think you’ve had enough of this party and Yoongi, the DJ starts playing a slow track.

“What the fuck? This isn’t middle school prom,” Yoongi grumbles. “I’m gonna kill that DJ.” He moves to get up.

“Want to dance?” you suddenly ask, surprising yourself. You had no idea where that came from. You don’t really even know how to dance. Yoongi looks over at you, his interest piqued.

“Ah, does her Royal Highness Y/N enjoy the occasional slow dance?” Yoongi mocks. You have half a mind to tell him to forget about it and leave his ass there but then he holds out his hand for you. When you look into his eyes for any signs of teasing, they’re actually sincere. He was accepting your offer to dance. Okay, now you’ve seen everything. This boy couldn’t possibly do anything that would surprise you after this. You place your hand in his with trepidation. He helps you up to your feet and you both stand there alone, in the far corner of the house, slowly swaying back and forth to the music. His arms come up to hold the curve of your waist at a respectable height. You place your arms around his neck, his close proximity making your face heat up. This is exactly what middle school prom felt like.

“You know, you’re not half bad yourself, from this angle at least.” Yoongi smirks down at you.

“How generous of you to say,” you bite back. You simultaneously felt a little embarrassed and flattered that he was checking you out.

Yoongi’s musky scent starts to envelop you and you feel yourself growing addicted to it. You lean in further, your nose almost at his chest. You both fall into a comfortable rhythm and get lost in the music. You wonder if he’s enjoying this as much as you are and tilt your head upward to gauge his reaction. He’s looking right at you. When you catch each others’ gaze, a shiver runs down your spine. The connection between you two is undeniably electric. You involuntarily move closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies. Yoongi’s tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip and your eyes fly right to his mouth. Now you can’t seem to see anything but his soft, pink lips, curious to know what they would feel like on yours. 

Yoongi seems to have the same thing on his mind as his gaze flickers down to your own mouth. You slightly tilt your head and lean forward, moving in until your lips meet softly. It’s a tender kiss, which was, again, something about him that surprised you. He simply brushes his lips against yours and they feel like clouds.

Wanting to feel more, you try deepening the kiss. Yoongi’s hands come up to hold your face, reacting instantly to your efforts. Your hands circle around his wrists, holding him close, and Yoongi swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. You let out the smallest of sighs allowing him to delicately flutter his tongue on yours. He tastes fucking delicious. Sweet and intoxicating, like cherry cola and dreams. You felt like you could taste him for eons and never get enough. You suck the tip of his tongue and nibble on his lips, sometimes switching up the rhythm and angle of your kisses, but you were both completely in synch. You both kiss for what seems like an eternity before you pull away for some air. You look at him for a second, the ridiculousness of the situation dawning on you all of a sudden. You, who would be the last person to make out with a total stranger, made the first move on this person you barely knew at a Christmas party. And you loved it.

“What was that?” Yoongi pants, eyes wide. You look around for any excuse.

“Um… mistletoe?” you point towards the kitchen door, blushing deeply.

“That’s a fucking wreath,” Yoongi raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “It’s okay, I’m not complaining. Come here.” He pulls you in by the waist and swoops down for another kiss.

The second one is somehow even better than the first. It’s passionate and desperate and you both can’t get enough of each other. Yoongi walks you backwards to the couch until you feel the cushions hit the back of your knees. In one swift move, you spin Yoongi so that he’s falling backwards on the couch, pulling you down with him. Your mouths are still connected and you feel Yoongi groan in surprise as you straddle his lap. You pull your mouth away from him and he looks like he’s going to start complaining. You put a finger over his sweet, cherry cola lips.

“Shh, I’m just getting the blanket from the floor so that we can play under it,” you whisper. You feel his hand move up your thigh, stopping dangerously close to the curve of your ass.

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” Yoongi smirks before you throw the blanket over your heads.