#and almost cried during class because i miss yoongi

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This Summer

Guess who’s back with another yoongi fic featuring my favourite trope so here’s another brother’s best friend au, I wanted to try a different setting for this one since I like summer camp aus a lot (and there’s not enough of it on this site I tell you) and I never did something similar to this also I’m sorry that there will be mistakes in here because I wrote this in three days but I’ll proofread it once I have the energy.

🏕️Title: ‹This Summer›

🏕️Pairing: ‹brother’s best friend and camp counsellor! yoongi x new camp counsellor! reader ft. brother and camp counsellor! hoseok›

🏕️Genre: ‹brother’s best friend, summer camp, camp counsellor, romance, fluff, angst, smut, idiots to lovers›

🏕️Summary: ‹This summer you’re going to stop liking min yoongi for good. The plan is flawless until it’s not (but you’re not the only one with plans.)›

🏕️Warnings: ‹smut, making out, oral (both parties) receiving, penetrative sex, condom sex, dirty talk, yoongi is jealous of jungkook having your boobs against his chest, y/n avoids yoongi like it’s her life mission for like 5k straight, a lot of angst but there will be fluff too so don’t worry, awkward tension, sexual tension, clueless hobi, everyone is stupid in this, jungkook likes meddling with y/n’s life a little bit too much, poor tae facing yoongi’s wrath without any reason lol›

🏕️Word count: ‹12.3k›

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Your brother is a ticking time bomb, no one knows when he’s going to take something into his head, he’s that annoying sibling that’s always full of energy and twists everyone around his pinky finger on family dinners. You love him with your whole heart, considering you ripped that mean girl’s hair out in elementary school when she called your baby brother (who is older than you but shh) ugly and made him cry.

Hoseok and you are polar opposites he’s cheery and positive always have a big smile on his face, ready to help all the old ladies with heavy shopping bags cross the street while you’re on the quiet side and often misunderstood.

It’s easy to see on holiday dinners and get-togethers that your relatives favour him over you because you’re less talkative and friendly, he has better achievements in life whilst you struggle with school but those you’re close with know the real you and awkward conversations about your nonexistent boyfriend because you’re so deeply in love with your brother’s best friend is not the best ice breaker your distant grandmas try to pull on you. Even so, when Yoongi decides to tag along to those said dinners accompanied by his parents and little sister, might just hell break loose.

The second man who basically acts like he lives in your house is your best friend slash knight in shining armour and partner in crime; simply named Jeon Jungkook for good measure who is your next-door neighbour. You have tons of unforgettable memories with him as he was the one you went to prom with, annoyed all the teachers on field trips with your loud rap battles and cried on each other's shoulders as you graduated high school together.

Your friendship with him came as a surprise to all your family members as they originally thought your brother and him will become close but instead, he spent most of his time with you while yoongi and hoseok with their other friends hang out separately. On rare occasions, your group would mix and go to see a popular movie or play games at the arcade on someone’s birthday.

Summer usually is the time when things are a little slow. No assignments to do or classes to attend, your brother leaves in early July for this summer camp that’s half a day far away from your home with his friends and the last two summers even Jungkook applied to be a camp counsellor as he likes to be surrounded by kids and nature just like your brother does so literally, everyone left for some time leaving you alone in your hometown with nothing to do but it was better this way because away from Hoseok meant that Yoongi will be far away too.

Your brother tries to persuade you every year to go with them but you always have to decline, sometimes your no is firmer than other times because Hoseok is excellent at using his puppy eyes on you.

However, this summer you had other plans. There’s no bell to ring once the last class is dismissed for the semester, tired from your finals you’re going to dedicate at least a week to catch up on your sleep and fix your eating habits but you have a big smile on your face as you climb into Jungkook’s run-down Ford slamming the car door behind your body since they don’t function properly sometimes. This car is his prized possession, got it for his 18th birthday after he successfully passed his test (at the forth try) and bragged about his driving license to you for over two weeks although you only dared to sit next to him after two months. Jungkook named his car Adonis and forbid you of disrespecting his little baby if you want to ever get a lift so you let him be.

Back to your important inner turmoil, you decided you will no longer simp over Min Yoongi your brother’s best friend and this summer you’ll get over him as a grown-up woman. Being in your second year at the local University that all the boys attend it’s surprisingly easy to avoid your brother and his friends and how everyone’s schedule seems to be so packed all the time during the semester, you don’t see them as much as you used to in high school.

”This was your last final, right?” Jungkook turns the ignition key ready to leave this hellhole of a place, holding your headrest with one hand as he turns to see the back of the car so he can back out of the parking lot without any accidents. You grab the smoothie from the cup holder before humming in agreement and take a sip whilst taking in your best friend’s features you haven’t seen for the past week.

”As soon as I get home I’m going to sleep till the next century.” Your dramatic response earns a chuckle and a jab to your left boob as he didn’t take his eyes off the road while delivering his hit. Jungkook wears his signature white tee with a pair of dark blue jeans no traces are left of the stress both of you went under, he was luckier than you as his finals ended a week ago.

”School sucks, we couldn’t even have fun together and I’m leaving next week. I’m going to miss you, you know. You really won’t come with us?” He tried to make you rethink your decision just like your brother but not even his bambi eyes can waver your summer plans, this time you fully intend to have one more Min Yoongiless summer, this silly crush you have on your brother’s best friend can’t continue.

”There’s always one place left for you at the camp Y/N. Hoseok would love to see you there too and we could spend so much time together.” The idea of spending a few weeks with Jungkook sounds nice but a voice in your head reminds you that Yoongi will be there too. He could be yelling at children and wear his trademark grumpy expression but you would still find something attractive about him. The worst part is that he’s never like that with you.

Yoongi is not as talkative as Jungkook or Hoseok, making him be more like you, at first you thought that your crush developed because he seemed to understand you in a different way your brother couldn’t. He cares for his friends, always making sure to show them by doing thoughtful gestures.

Hoseok tells his friends all the time that you and him are a package deal it’s either both of you or none of you, sometimes people have a problem with that but these five boys he hangs out with for years now are the good exception. You like them even though you don’t like all of Hoseok’s friends.

”I’m sorry Koo but I can’t, we talked about this before.” It’s not like you hate children because you don’t you’re not the best with them but they are ok, the heatwave is what you despise in summer camps. You love being in an air-conditioned place without bug bites all-around your ankles and not even the campfire with yummy marshmallows could persuade you to like outdoor activities.

Summer camps are just not your thing.

”What do you mean you signed me up?” The black t-shirt slips through your fingertips, it has a band logo at the front you remember Hoseok liked back in high school, his suitcase is halfway filled with clothes when he decided to tell you he faked your signature to sign you up as the new summer camp counsellor.

You admit that you have a weird talent for making nice origamis that kids would probably love to learn and a good addition to the routine activities, he would have swayed you with compliments if it weren’t for the fact that he faked your signature and signed you up for something you definitely said no to but still decided to do it without your permission. You heard nice things about the camp itself since it got renovated two years ago and Hoseok’s friends are nice people, he said their co-workers are nice people and your best friend would be there too, don’t get the wrong impression there, you even heard that the camp leader Seokjin is nice and a fun person not strict at all unless it concerns the kid's safety because he will not allow that.

”Don’t be mad, please. Jungkook and I just thought that this could be a fun experience for you, things will get busy next year so it’s going to be the last summer together like this. Pretty please?”

You sighed defeatedly as you can’t possibly say no to that when he phrases it like that. Hoseok looks at you with his round big eyes full of hope. Your summer plan was flawless until…it’s not.

Jungkook came almost knocking down your front door when you called him to come over after you were finally done helping Hoseok finish packing for the trip, you scolded your best friend for not stopping your brother as soon as he learned his scheme about ruining your summer plans you felt furious but he picked up on his way over to your house your favourite coffee flavoured candies and it made you forgive him too easily as you were soon munching on the treat.

It’s a huge disadvantage on your part that he knows your preferences so well. Now you can understand why he always seems so frustrated with you when you make him his favourite dish to get him to forgive you, this is just too much power to have over someone and when he crushes you with his tight hug listing out the things the two of you can do at the camp all of your remaining anger vanishes.

You will think about Min Yoongi later.

That later, however, comes sooner than you anticipated. Sitting on the kitchen stool drinking your coffee while all Hoseok’s noisy friends get a fill of breakfast and a cup of coffee, you have the unfortunate fate of housing all the boys to dine before getting on the road and after a lost rock, paper, scissors thanks to your brother’s ridiculous bad luck you become the host.

The kitchen got filled with animated chit-chats as they place a toast or two on their plates over the noises you almost don’t hear Jungkook next to you asking for the jam but you pass him the jar silently. Yoongi and Jimin are the only ones missing from the group because Yoongi has to drive Jimin to his parent’s place to pick up his car that he got repaired recently so they were running a bit late.

Namjoon is a new addition to the group after Hoseok met him in Uni so you don’t know him that well but he’s nice as far as you’re concerned, you talked to him a few times and his interesting topics never fail to entertain you. Jin steals a toast from Namjoon’s plate so he doesn’t need to get up and fetch one for himself but Namjoon looks too tired to care as he munches on his remaining one toast that his friend can’t steal because it’s halfway in his mouth.

Seokjin’s parents run the bakery on the main road so everyone knows him, he got introduced to the friend group when you were still in high school and you and Jungkook were regulars at the shop. Jin always sneaked a pair of baguettes for the two of you exclusively after you were finished with school.

It’s nice to see all these familiar faces after the stressful semester you had, momentarily forgetting about your problems you feel thankful that Hoseok went out of his way to ruin your plans and sign you up for this train wreck of an adventure, it’s been a while since everyone was together like this.

The doorbell rang interrupting Jungkook and Seokjin’s argument about who’s going to get the last toast piece but Hoseok perked up at the sound yelling excitedly that Yoongi and Jimin are here. Your brother quickens his pace after rising from his seat to open the door for them and grins when they step through the threshold.

Greetings are exchanged between friends and the place becomes livelier as the last pieces decide to join the puzzle, Jimin sees you first and knocks into Jungkook’s shoulder while he tries to get to you to give you a warm hug.

It’s been a while since you last saw Yoongi face to face, you’re added to the boy's group chat so in some depth you knew how he’s doing. He has been over at your house a few times hanging out with Hoseok but you always stayed late inside the library on the days he visited using the weak excuse that you need to catch up on school work so you had no chance of crossing paths with him coincidently while you were searching for a glass of water in the kitchen it’s humiliating enough that he saw you exit your bathroom wearing only a towel when you were a teenager.

Your curves became more defined and your body matured a lot over the years and knowing that he saw you like that when you had no ass or boobs. It’s embarrassing. Hoseok liked you that way because it meant no man would thirst over you as he liked to call it. The memory of him telling the boys that you’re off-limits and made them swear at the ’bro code’ to stay away from you is crystal clear in your mind even if now you are in your twenties.

The memory only makes your situation difficult as Yoongi probably doesn’t feel the same way.

As soon as Jimin steps back and releases you from the hug he has Jungkook in a headlock the next second, wrestling with the younger playfully, Jungkook is probably the closest to Jimin after you.

”Hey, it’s nice to see you.”

Yoongi has a half-smile on his face as he approaches you hesitantly pulling you into a hug like Jimin did but his approach is more gentle and careful as he pats your back with featherlight touches. His scent envelops your senses tuning out everything else that’s not him, it feels like forever that you hugged him, normally the two of you greet each other but rarely hug like this.

”Yeah, you too.” You murmur the words into his shoulder but he must have heard you because the side of his lips turned slightly upwards after you separate.

There are two cars available for the eight of you and Seokjin yells that it’s a matter of a game of rock, paper, scissors and everyone agrees as this is the common way your group chose who is riding with who.

”Easy, the losers ride with Jimin and the winners with Yoongs.” Jungkook is the first one to initiate the rules and everyone agrees except Jimin who whines about why he takes the losers but no one pays attention as the bloody battle starts. The first contestants are Namjoon and Hoseok and your brother ends up loosing while yelling like a banshee and making up excuses that he wanted to show rock and not paper as Namjoon choose scissors as his weapon.

You come up next with Jungkook as your opponent and you let a wicked smile appear on your face because no one knows him better than you, you know his move before he even thinks it through and you show paper getting your well-deserved victory.

Just later you realise that winners ride with Yoongi that you reconsider your decision, you were so caught up in your rivalry that’s your friendship’s base foundation with Jungkook at this point that it slipped your mind entirely.

Taehyung and Jin are the last ones to compete and the battle ends with Taehyung winning the last space in Yoongi’s car leaving Seokjin to dramatically kneel like a wounded soldier making fake sobbing noises. Taehyung ends up changing seats with Jungkook last moment and finally, everything is set to get going.

Jungkook and Namjoon take over the backseat as they loaded their luggage at lightning speed so they can claim their spot first leaving you with the only option to have the passenger seat at the front.

Yoongi obviously got behind the steering wheel entrusted with the task of operating the car throughout this long drive to the summer camp sight. Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok got into Jimin’s car like it was decided by the game.

The camp is bigger than you expected and the renovations got the place a little modern touch to it while still maintaining a close feel to nature with all the wooden houses and trees around but your favourite part is the lake at the far end of the campsite.

You share a room with a girl counsellor that spends her second year here, still, relatively new like yourself so it’s easy to befriend her. The campers will arrive the next day early in the morning Areum informs you as you two walk to the dining area to have the first meeting before everything starts.

By the end of the day, everyone knows you’re Hoseok’s little sister and new people approach you every now and then to confirm the facts and know a little bit more about you since everyone seems to like your noisy brother here (not that it surprises you), it looks like the counsellors are excited to start a new summer here and the atmosphere easily pulls you in, you watch Jimin and Jungkook have a water fight just to catch in the corner of your eye the figure of your brother pushing an unsuspecting Seokjin into the lake when he stands too close to the edge.

The day goes by like a flash as you hang out with Areum, she shows you her favourite places that consists of the greenhouse and the other side of the lake where there are built benches and tables for outdoor picnics.

Jungkook pouts during dinner fake crying that you replaced him and you have to forcefully spoon feed him to stop him from embarrassing you in front of all these unfamiliar people that gathered to have some quiet dinner. So everything goes smoothly, you have such a great time that it scares you.

It’s getting pretty late when all counsellors gather around the campfire to roast marshmallows and catch up with each other’s lives, you’re still new so you use this time to get to know Areum a little bit more since you and her are going to be responsible for entertaining the kids inside the art room alongside with Taehyung who teaches the kids how to paint.

You tell her about your silly hobby that landed you this job and she gets really excited to see your origami creations, you show the same enthusiasm when she reveals her major is classical statuary.

Even though Yoongi was always nearby it got easy to ignore his existence when so many new things surrounded you. It didn’t mean he fully left your thoughts throughout the day but made you feel that sense of false security that you could get over him. That all those years of pinning for your brother’s best friend could just vanish if you told your heart to stop skipping beats when he calls your name. Boose soon gets introduced to the mix and by the time midnight rolls around everyone is pleasantly buzzed and when Jungkook enters the state that he hangs off of you like a koala nuzzling his cheek into the crook of your neck you decided to call it a night.

You wake up with your head thumping inside your skull slightly feeling hangover; your roommate is in a similar state as you two approach the dining room getting small slices of bread to make a light sandwich.

You’re mid-bite into your food when you see Yoongi enter, walking alongside with your brother he catches your gaze sooner than you were able to look away and after they get their fills on their trays your loud brother flops down next to you with the loudest greeting that he could possibly muster up alerting everyone in the ten-metre radius.

Yoongi and you groan at the same time telling him to shut up like it’s a scripted response and your eyes meet for the barest of seconds before you focus on your half-eaten sandwich.

It’s hard not to look at him. Despite his gruff exterior, he’s very good at dealing with children, your activity where kids can learn how to fold origami is always after his cookie baking lesson and he smells like rough cookie dough and chocolate ship when he leads the kids into the art room where you would have all the coloured papers ready at each desk and folded a sample beforehand so they can use it as a reference if the instructions don’t look clear enough in the printed page.

The idea for this lesson formed last night, you were up all night as you researched on the internet how to fold hearts. It kept you up till the sun rose as you were trying out every folding technique that would look pretty but easier to do for the kids, you even accidentally cut your finger with the scissor while you were working using only the faint light from the lamp on the bedside table.

Yoongi greets you like he usually would wearing a little smile at the corners as he lets the kids inside first holding the door open for them, he always leaves silently after he delivered the campers to the art room but this time the door slides closed behind his form as he got dragged into the room by a kid named Minsung holding onto Yoongi’s hand he stood awkwardly while everyone else had a decided seat to take.

”Can Yoongi join us today Y/N?” Minsung asks holding Yoongi’s hand as he leads him further into the art room and every kid looks expectantly at you waiting for you to agree and seeing their faces you nod with a smile pulling out the chair next to you beckoning the embarrassed man to sit beside you.

He didn’t think you would say yes if he’s being honest. After you finished high school and he and Hoseok went to University and got busy with life he started to see you less and less, at first he didn’t think much of it but after some time it looked like that you’re actively avoiding him.

He has no idea why (that’s what eats him from the inside out on sleepless nights) he doesn’t remember saying or doing something that would make you upset and even now when you keep bumping into each other you seem skittish around him and he doesn’t like that, hence he even talked to Hoseok about this and your own brother couldn’t give him an answer why you started avoiding him.

”Do you know how to fold origami?” You ask him slipping papers in front of him as soon as he seats himself beside you, your heart beats inside your chest violently when you get enveloped in his scent yet again reminding you of the hug you shared that you’re afraid he’s going to hear it.

”I barely know how to fold my clothes.” The nervous joke lightens the mood as the kids laugh loudly the poor attempt at making you be more comfortable with him earns a little snort that makes a blush creep up your face rapidly in embarrassment but Yoongi thinks you sound adorable. You think you sounded like a troll.

”It’s fine I’ll help you.” Your little smile is still there even though your eyes are no longer on Yoongi as you focus on the kids, you tell them first what they will make and then go into detail how they can fold it while using the instructions and clearing some of the confusing images for them to understand it better. Lastly, you encourage them to not be afraid to ask if they have questions and you’ll gladly help them. It falls silent after as everyone gets absorbed in their work and you start making extra origamis for the children as usual until someone needs help.

Yoongi looks intent on finding out using the illustrations how to proceed and even though your instructions were pretty clear and well detailed he couldn’t figure out how to do it, he wastes two papers before he even got to the third step.

You see him struggling and he clearly gets worked up over it considering the number of creases appearing on his forehead once you get back to your desk after helping a kid figure out the instructions you move your chair closer getting his attention with the movement, your knees touch in the process but neither of you makes any moves to instal more distance between your bodies.

”Can I show you?” You reach for the scrambled paper but stop midway to look up and ask for permission.

Yoongi nods his head sliding the mess closer to you, observing as you unfold the paper and restart making more accurate lines and you immediately see what’s wrong with his shape. His measurements are off, even when he folded the paper in half that seemed uneven because he tried to fold it in one go and the paper sometimes moves around if you’re not careful enough.

After you fixed it and slid the paper to be in front of him you tell him your advice in a soft-spoken way. Heart still hammering inside your chest due to the closeness you share. ”Don’t rush through the steps, take your time while you fold it.” Your fingers touch briefly when you pass him the paper and you resume your working so it would take away from the embarrassment of how loud your heart beats because of him.

He looks so good today wearing a black oversized t-shirt with small prints in the front and even when his hair is damp with sweat his smile is able to melt your resolves any time you gaze up at those dark eyes.

Kids can be very attentive and they easily see how Y/N looks so smitten with Yoongi if those stolen sideway glances are anything to go by, every time he shows up you became a nervous ball of a mess it’s not rocket science to know you have a huge crush on the boy, the only mystery that campers can’t figure out is why you tiptoe around each other when Yoongi doesn’t seem indifferent either.

They often catch him looking at you as they run around the campsite during leisure activities led by Hoseok.

Minsung and Soohyung share a knowing smile as they watch them fold origami and it’s not overlooked by either of them when you focus back to do your work and Yoongi takes glances in your direction mesmerized by you, the task seems easy when he watches you do it.

A knock is followed by the appearance of your camp leader Seokjin leaning onto the doorframe interrupting your little bubble, looking at the kids with a fond expression before he addresses Yoongi and they leave together to discuss something, the activity is almost over as you learn glancing at the clock and Jungkook soon appears where Jin was a little while ago to get the kids.

Jungkook and your brother are the ones responsible for the outdoor activities and at the end of the day not only the kids are tired but their counsellors too by constantly running around to ensure everyone's safety.

Yoongi wanted to talk to you and help you clean up, have a real conversation in private, but things never turn out as he wants them to there seems to be always an obstacle standing between you two so he follows Jin to discuss a camp-related issue while he wishes he could spend a little more time with you.

If only you would tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it, this awkward state you two got stuck in makes him sad for some reason.

There was a time when you were greeting him with a big smile on your face and ask him about his day, he vividly remembers your chubbier cheeks and crooked teeth when you were younger but he doesn’t mind your feminine growth over the years, Yoongi always thought you will grow up to be a beautiful woman.

He remembers your prom dress, it was in a navy blue colour that complimented your fuller curves he only started to notice in your last year in high school, Jungkook posed beside you like you were Mr and Mrs Smith as your parents took pictures of you two and he found himself smiling fondly at you.

It was Hoseok’s birthday when the air shifted from platonic to something else in the short span of ten seconds, both of you were a little tipsy and you were sitting at a corner table together because neither of you wanted to hit the dance floor, the bar was packed and guys tried to hit on you numerous times just to be chased away by your brother’s antics.

You didn’t seem to mind that he prevented every guy from making a move on you and as you were all alone in a small booth chest to chest to hear each other over the loud music while you tried to tell him a story about Jungkook choking on fries at Mcdonalds when the waitress suddenly slipped her number scribbled onto a napkin trying not to ugly laugh yourself. His nose accidentally bumped into yours as he suppressed a laugh and if the others didn’t choose that exact moment to take a breather and have more drinks he thinks he would have probably kissed you right then and there.

The other time he felt something different while he was around you was when you and his friends took a trip to Busan to see the sea and you wore that one piece bikini, the bottom and top half were connected by a line of fabric but let your sides and hips be visible under the little clothing you had on.

Guys turned their heads when you passed them and he couldn’t even blame them like Hoseok because he looked at you a few times as well trying to seem as subtle as he possibly can since Hoseok otherwise would have killed him knowing that his best friend was ogling at his little sister.

”Don’t you dare!” Your yelling draws the attention of the kids and counsellors equally that’s how loud you are as your best friend approaches your form sitting under the umbrella trying to cool yourself down since today’s temperate is insanely (and unreasonably) hot. ”When we get home I’ll draw all your action figures a moustache using permanent markers. I’m not joking stop right there!”

Your horrific expression is validated since Jungkook has this shit-eating grin on his face when he’s about to do something you’ll most definitely not like, knowing him from your early stage of childhood when he was just a lanky anime fanatic and you were flat like a wooden board with huge pimples you’re an expert at distinguishing his different expressions and actions.

”You’re cute to think that will stop me.” Jungkook chuckles grabbing you by the waist as he drapes you over his shoulder effortlessly walking with you to the edge of the lake despite your efforts to break free from his grip, your friend jumps into the water with you still firmly clinging onto his body. The kids around you laugh at your friendly banter as you rise from the water like a lake monster and you duck Jungkook’s head underwater to make him pay for your ruined clothes and makeup.

Coming to help you, Jimin manoeuvres his boat next to you and stretches his hand out followed by a big grin to drag you out of the lake but it appears to be more difficult as you two almost flip over but you manage to unceremonially flop down next to him dragging your fingers through your hair to get the hairs out of your face.

”You really want war, Jeon. Just you wait but don’t blame me if I shave your hair off while you’re sleeping.” Coughing between your threatening words Jimin starts patting your back, rubbing your spine to help you feel better.

Jimin oars closer to the dock and you land your feet on the ground again without any more incidents occurring while Jungkook swims all the way, making comments about your appearance making the campers giggle alongside with him as your face gets warmer, once both of you are secure on land Jungkook hugs you close despite your distaste, your clothes cling to your body uncomfortably and droplets from his hair land on your cheek as he moulds your bodies together.

”Let me go, I’m not talking to you.” You try to push him away but instead of letting you go he scoops you up from the ground and spins you around, begging for your forgiveness but you don’t give in so easily.

Yoongi observes the scenes before him with a sour expression, he doesn’t even realise how he glares at Jungkook holding you that close to him while both of you are dripping of lake water, your boobs are entirely pushed against his chest as your best friend giggles midst of you struggling to break free.

Next to him Hoseok sits relaxed in his chair sipping his cold drink, shaking his head in faux amusement happy to see you have a good time here, your brother is normally very protective of you when it comes to guys but with Jungkook he knows that you guys are just best friends it’s hard to see you two otherwise when he witnessed your first period crying onto Jungkook’s shoulder that you’re going to bleed out and your poor friend almost dragged you to the hospital because he thought you were being real but soon learned that you overdramatise things when it’s that time of the month.

He often finds you in a weird position while you watch tv with Jungkook’s head on your tummy because the pressure and warmth of his head make the pain more bearable cuddling under blankets because you get needy when you’re on your period, your brother knows all of this because when your best friend is unavailable he has to fill the space and lay his head on your stomach until the feeling goes away.

He had his doubts in the early stage of your budding friendship when you first started to hang out with each other because things can get weird easily between friends if they are not the same gender but Jungkook proved to Hoseok multiple times that he supports you and would walk through fire for you. Nothing happened between you two in romantic aspects, there was no shift, even though someone who doesn’t see you daily interacting with him would assume something is going on.

”I’m going to change.” You announce to no one in particular, the way your shirt clings to your curves as you’re surrounded by male counsellors you don’t know adds extra pressure and their eyes on you make you uncomfortably fidget in place, your make up is probably smudged on your face giving you a panda effect.

”Wear this your bra is showing.” Jungkook gives you his wet shirt but the black material conceals your body to look decent enough and you thank him he could easily sense your distress and he feels a little bad that he pulled that trick on you. He had to coax you into wearing that bikini at the beach last year buttering you up with compliments so the two of you could finally get going, he knows better than anyone that you’re shy and insecure about your body if someone you don’t know sees you, you don’t hate your body but it makes you feel anxious if some stranger looks at you like you’re his meal for the evening and he totally gets it.

He glares at every single one of them who looks at you inappropriately alongside your brother who shares the same sentiment as him. You deserve to be treated right, that’s why he was super angry once you told him about your first time, that guy just stuck it in without making you cum.

Hoseok doesn’t know, however, you only told Jungkook about your unpleasant experience when you were tipsy, you had to tell him at a house party while playing truth or dare, you had to share something he didn’t know and considering he’s your best friend not much was there to confess. You hoped that he was drunk enough to forget about it the next day but he surprised you with ice cream and you talked it out with him, he can be immature sometimes though when the situation needs him to be serious he’s there for you. He never once made fun of you for something you felt insecure or not confident about.

Areum takes in your dishevelled look as soon as you step through the entrance of your current accommodation, opting for a quick shower to wash the dirty lake water off your skin you tell her what happened vaguely before disappearing behind the bathroom door and she snickers silently seeing your grumpy face.

Jungkook marches to the seat next to Hoseok the playful glint is still there as he rakes his fingers through his hair shaking the droplets out of his locks like a dog and the way female colleagues eye him didn’t go unnoticed by either Yoongi or Hoseok for that matter. Your best friend is not as dense as you think he is because for a while now he connected the dots why you seem to avoid Yoongi at all cost.

It shocked him at first but now observing your interactions closely he calls himself a fool that he didn’t realise it sooner. Your best friend knows about the ’you can’t woo my baby sister’ rule because it’s applied to him as well, Hoseok cornered him one day after you left to bring up snacks for a movie night and told him awfully descriptive outcomes what will happen to him if he tries anything on you all the while he pushed him against your lavender walls, that day he learned that smiley Hoseok can be scary sometimes.

It’s been years and his overprotectiveness lessened because you dated guys here and there and Hoseok was always supportive of you and your soon-to-be boyfriends, but you didn’t go to second dates with any of them.

He found it strange at first but after he found out about your little crush on your brother’s best friend some things clicked and your behaviour wasn’t soo odd anymore, Jungkook didn’t read too much into it at first because he thought it’s going to be a fleeting flame but it’s been years that you harbour feelings for the older man.

Yoongi was a harder nut to crack because he’s better at masking his feelings than you but he can see how his eyes linger on you when he thinks no one’s looking, his slip-ups are subtle ones and it would go over his head if he wouldn’t be so tuned in searching for his reactions.

His gut feeling tells him Yoongi feels the same way you do (his face might not be as expressive but his eyes are sparkling every time he finds you in the crowd) although he can’t be one hundred percent sure, the benefit of the doubt that makes him keep question every move and look he throws your way his confusing actions indicates that even Yoongi doesn’t know how he truly feels about you so Jungkook didn’t bring up the subject because he’s not sure how to approach this without making this more complicated.

He doesn’t want to give you hope when he can’t guarantee his intuition is right so he choose to silently observe and let things unfold naturally but it gets harder with time to ignore how you two are dancing around each other like idiots. Well, at least before now you straight out refuse to be in the same room as him.

At this point, he’s convinced that neither of you is going to make a move to let the other know about your romantic feelings, he wanted to respect the fact that you didn’t want him to know about your feelings towards your brother’s best friend but enough is enough and he’s tired of seeing you avoid the matter for another year like this.

His plan so far doesn’t seem to work, he convinced Hoseok to sign you up for the camp against your will but things don’t go forward as you keep avoiding the problem so he needs to give both of you a little push from the sidelines to end this.

He doesn’t like the idea of you hurting if he’s being wrong about this but the rejection would be better than living in denial, not knowing if he reciprocates your feelings, he hates seeing you cry but he’ll be there to kick ass and support you. Jungkook makes up his mind and calls Hoseok’s name to grab his attention.

”What do you think about one of your friends dating Y/N?”

Hoseok’s brow raises in question and Yoongi’s body stiffens at the mention trying to seem unaffected but Jungkook detects the slight change in his demeanour. ”Why do you ask? You’re not in love with my sister, are you Jeon?” He can’t stop laughing as he hears Hoseok accusing him immediately, he gets comfortable in his seat before answering. Waiting a little before responding to get a dramatic effect, he spends too much time with you as he realises he picked up some of your theatrical approaches.

”God, no. She’s my best friend I know too much about her to think like that.” His laughing subdues into small chuckles, he saw you at your worst and best moments, seen you naked by accident. You’re beautiful and funny but he doesn’t see you as a woman. Yoongi’s eyebrow twitches at the mention of ’knowing too much’ but Jungkook’s next words are the final blow for him to grip the armrest.

”I heard Taehyung is gonna ask her out and I wanted to know what you think about it.” Hoseok schools his features quickly after that, he didn’t know Taehyung liked you like that but he has no right to control your life or tell you who you can consider as a potential love interest. You can like whoever you want, he tried to show you his support when you introduced some of your dates to him and he’s going to keep his promise even when it comes to his friends.

You were always close but after he began to tell you who you can or can’t see your relationship became distant until he realised his mistakes, you forgave him easily because you love your brother a lot and he loves you just as much so after a heartfelt conversation between the two of you he promised not to do that to you ever again.

You’re aware he did this to protect you because you’re his precious little sister and big brothers could get unreasonably overprotective so after you almost drifted apart and even though you two talked it out. The fact that because of a boy you argued with Hoseok you decided you’ll never act on your feelings for Yoongi for the sake of your relationship. Jungkook doesn’t know that’s the main reason you keep avoiding Yoongi but he couldn’t have known because you two never touched upon the subject.

”It’s her decision.” Hoseok shrugs finally and Jungkook nods with a smile eyeing Yoongi who seem to absorb the answer he didn’t think he would get.

You’re aware of your feelings so it’s time for Yoongi to reflect on his thoughts and figure out what he wants.

Jungkook thinks that his plan might just work if he keeps up the good work. You can thank him later.

Taehyung is an unsuspecting victim caught up in Jungkook’s spider web to get you guys together. He likes every kind of art-related stuff and Jungkook showed him some of the origamis you folded for him as he has a few of the smaller ones stuffed inside his wallet under your graduation photo and of course when Taehyung asked you to teach him you agreed with the biggest smile on your face.

You took it as a great opportunity to get to know him better because you’re the least close to him in the group, not because you don’t think he’s a nice guy but before this there were not many occasions to bond with him.

He has the talent for it you realise this soon and you two spend hours inside the art room together folding new pieces after you’re free, he even suggests as a beginner what’s easier to make so the kids can be encouraged rather than making them do hard ones and be disappointed by the end result.

He visits you often and brings you tea to chat about art at first but gradually you get to know more about each other’s personal lives all the while you make origamis together. You skip lunch sometimes when you get too caught up experimenting with new shapes and Jungkook notices the displeased expression on Yoongi’s face every time someone asks about you and Taehyung’s whereabouts just to hear you two are yet again holed up inside the art room laughing and chatting.

He got even grumpier than normal and lashes out without any reason, the others dismiss his behaviour as he probably had a bad day but his best friend knows something is up with him, it’s not like he lashes out on the children because he smiles at them like he used to but his quick mood changes are getting on everyone’s nerves lately. Hoseok knows that something bothers him but every time he asks about it he says it’s nothing.

Jungkook sits beside Hoseok as he goes on and on about he has no idea what’s gotten into Yoongi lately and he’s close to rolling his eyes at him, no wonder you two are siblings he thinks. Both of you are idiots.

Yoongi didn’t show up for breakfast and you’re nowhere to find as well, he knows you’re not with Taehyung because he sits at the table behind him with Jimin and Seokjin telling each other funny stories about the kids. He shows some of the origami pieces he folded and Jimin compliments him while Seokjin tries to stuck one inside his pocket so a friendly banter breaks out at their table.

”.. and he doesn’t even tell me what’s the problem. Hey, Jungkook are you listening to me at all?” Hoseok waves his hand in front of Jungkook’s face who munches on the garnish almost finished with eating while your brother’s plate is full of food because as soon as Jungkook joined him at the table, since he couldn’t find you in the crowd, started complaining about how difficult Yoongi is being as of late and it’s too early to deal with this bullshit.

”Yoongi is upset because Y/N hangs out with Taehyung too much. If you look at the signs you would have seen that he obviously likes your sister but because of that stupid rule you made neither of them is acting upon their feelings for each other.” The outburst momentarily shuts up Hoseok, his mouth hangs open like a fish out of water blinking rapidly and it’s noticeable how the wheels are turning inside his head as he processes the information.

”Yoongi likes my sister?!” The three surrounding tables turn after hearing Hoseok’s signature banshee yell and Jungkook audibly sighs at the shocked expression he’s sporting like he suddenly grew four heads and three legs. He just might because the food is weird sometimes.

You tell Areum you have to pick something up from the art room and you’ll join her a bit later to eat breakfast hiding your hands in your hoodie’s pocket as mornings tend to be on the colder side, she gives you a thumbs up as she walks towards the dining room and you wait until she gets out of sight to turn on your heel.

You visit the art room first but what you’re searching for is not there and you head back to your cabin to see if you brought it back by accident without you realising it.

You made that origami star Taehyung whined to you about. He wanted to make one but it just can’t seem to look like it should be as he showed you his attempts. It took you a few tries to succeed as well since folding the edges were quite tricky to figure out.

On your way to the dining room, you bump into someone and the star you made end up on the ground slipping out of your grip. Raising your head instantly to apologise to the person, you were not ready to face Min Yoongi out of all people, he picks up the origami and hands it back dusting it off before giving it to you.

”Thanks.”

”Uh, everything’s alright? You seem to be in a bad mood.” You’re hesitant to address the elephant in the room, you didn’t really witness his mood swings as others because you spent most of your time in the art room but seeing him now with dark circles under his eyes a grim expression on his handsome face, it speaks volumes of how true it is, and you would hate to get on his bad side because you ask a question everyone probably asked before you.

”I’m fine.” Yoongi tilts his head towards the sky and sighs, you wait for him to say something else but that’s all he does before he walks past you.

You grimace at the lack of response, sure, things were awkward nowadays but he never straight out ignored you like that, he didn’t even look at you while he answered and left just like that.

When you join Jungkook and your brother for breakfast they have a weird aura around them and you’re itching to interrupt their silent talk as they eye each other like you’re not sitting right next to both of them.

What is wrong with anyone today, huh?

”Okay we need to do something, things can’t continue like this.” Jungkook places his hands on each side of his hips as he captures everyone's attention when he climbs on top of one of the tables like he’s about to give a grand speech about something world-rocking kind of important matters.

”I agree. I can’t even say something to Yoongi that doesn’t end with him taking my head off.” Jimin and Taehyung agree immediately since they had to deal with his temper for the most part.

”And what do you suggest we do?” Hoseok puts his weight onto the broom as he speaks, after Jungkook told him that his best friend is in love with his sister everything made sense in a way.

Why he asked about you a lot like how’s school or how’ life going for you, made sure to get something for your birthday every year, he thought that he’s nice to you because you’re his little sister, after all, he told him to treat you right. He couldn’t be more wrong about it, however. They are supposed to be best friends and Hoseok didn’t even know he liked you like that.

”I think you should talk to her Hobi. She doesn’t act on her feelings because she thinks you wouldn’t like them together, maybe if you tell her it’s ok to date each other they will end our suffering. I don’t think I can manage this moody Yoongi for another day he looked like he’s about to murder me in my sleep.” Because of Jungkook’s scheme, Yoongi went extra hard on Taehyung and the poor soul didn’t have a clue why he’s suddenly replaced as Yoongi’s personal punching bag.

Hoseok makes sure to visit your cabin after they are done cleaning and it would be an understatement to say he feels a little nervous. It’s weird that he’s here to tell you to go after his best friend as it is.  

He already had a talk with Yoong in their cabin before he came here and his friend seemed terrified when Hoseok told him he knows that he’s in love with his sister.

All the colour drained from his face and he actually took pity on him that it feels him with so much dread that his best friend knows he likes a girl, even if it’s his sister he’s happy that he found someone he likes.

Hoseok tells him that nothing is going on between you and Taehyung so he should stop torturing him, Jungkook just tried to make him jealous by saying that, it felt nice for both of them to talk openly about everything.

Yoongi told him about the party when he almost kissed her or when they would stay up all night talking to each other about everything and nothing, he shares his genuine feelings and admits that for a while he didn’t know what he felt for her but he wants to be with her.

You had similar reactions like his friend, at first you tried to deny the fact but later when Hoseok reveals everything and speak about Jungkook’s plan, you gave up to lie and instead tell him you liked him for three years and you tried to move on but you couldn’t that’s why none of your previous relationships seemed to work out.

Your brother feels stupid for not seeing the signs, maybe Jungkook was right and he’s really an idiot.

It’s awkward knowing that he feels the same way about you you’re not gonna lie, it feels like a dream but at the same time, you’re afraid one day you’ll wake up and realise all of this was just a fragment of your imagination.

Hoseok’s support was a pleasant surprise and even though you want to strangle your best friend with your bare hands for meddling with your business and literally shouting out to the world you love Min Yoongi to the moon and back moments ago to have everyone witness your face flame up you decide against all expectations and you give him a bone-crushing hug because without him all of this wouldn’t have happened. All that matters is that he likes you back.

”How did you know?” You curiously ask and Jungkook feigns he’s thinking about the answer whilst pinching your cheek, that smirk he wears when he’s about to say something stupid makes you reconsider. You shouldn’t have asked.

”I mean I discovered it recently so you were quite good at hiding it because normally I always sniff out your secrets right off the bat but as soon as I focused on your reactions it was easy to tell.” He points at Yoongi standing a few feet away next to Hoseok and he suddenly burst out laughing.

”I saw you running into a fucking tree when you saw Yoongi wet because Hoseok threw him into the lake.” You clasp your hand over his runny mouth before he can embarrass you further, you were not ready to see Yoongi blush so cutely at the comment while Hoseok doubled over because he laughed so hard seeing your face after Jungkook said that.

You denied it in a high pitched squeal. ”That fucking tree wasn’t there that’s why!” Everyone seemed to find your excuse hilarious as they laughed continuously at your attempts of saving your last piece of dignity but even Yoongi chuckled couldn’t contain his biggest smile to take over his features as he thinks you look so cute when you’re embarrassed, and you like him back.

”Can we see a kiss at least if we had to put up with grumpy Yoongi for an entire week, I really started to fear for my life, you know?” Jimin chimed in, it was endearing to see Yoongi turn bashful in front of you.

”Now that it was brought up Jeon Jungkook I can’t believe you used me like that! I had no idea why you suggested that I try to learn making origamis from Y/N. Our friendship is over!” Taehyung points at your best friend accusingly and he only scratches the back of his neck.

”I did it for a good cause…wait Tae where are you going? Look I’m sorry…” Jungkook chases after the former boy trying to hug him from behind but Taehyung doesn’t reciprocate it and your friend starts whining at that telling him that he’s so sorry while Jimin and the others unoccupied at the moment resumes their staring at the both of you to move and kiss finally.

Even Namjoon and Seokjin who were silent until now joins in and chants alongside the others to ”kiss kiss kiss kissss”

You let out a shy chuckle taking the first steps in his direction and his eyes go wide in surprise when your shoe touch. Kissing his cheek instead you tiptoe to reach his height so you can easily circle your hands around his neck and pull him down to hug you, it reminds you of the hug you shared with him before the whole trip to the summer camp started but this time it felt different.

His embrace was warm and inviting as he held you by your waist his chest vibrated against you as he laughed when your friends demanded a real kiss.

Yoongi found himself sitting beside you inside the art room as you explained how the kids can make bunny-shaped origami out of the grey coloured papers in front of them and his hand immediately found yours under the table to intertwine your fingers together once you sat down next to him.

You try to suppress a smile as you watch over the kids ensuring that they don’t cut themselves with the scissors but your body betrays you as you subconsciously lean into his frame he smells like vanilla extract and chocolate. He showed the kids how to make muffins in today’s lesson, it turned out good because Yoongi measured the ingredients while the kids only mixed and did simple tasks such as portioning out the dough or decorating the top of the treats.

Someone had two or three muffins left on their table as they worked, focused on their folding technique occasionally they stole bites making you and Yoongi giggling under your noses when you would catch chipmunk cheeks.

Yoongi helped you clean up after the lesson throwing out leftover papers and sweeping the floor before you joined the others for lunch.

Things changed in the group’s dynamics after you started dating Yoongi but overall they were happy to see both of you happy.

Even though Jungkook likes to make jokes about how you two are basically joined at the hip for days and soon after starts to complain about how you spend less time with him now that you have a boyfriend, he’s clearly happy for you. It’s a new situation for everyone and Hoseok has a hard time picturing you with his best friend but seeing you so happy with him he supports your relationship wholeheartedly.

After you’re done with the activities for the day you and Yoongi retreat into his cabin as everyone else stays at the campfire. They see the two of you slip away hand in hand, howbeit no one dares to comment on it but you see Jungkook having an inner battle to stop himself from yelling out ’use protection’ luckily Taehyung stuffs his mouth with a handful of chio chips before that could happen.

Your boyfriend pulls you closer by tugging on your intertwined hands caging you between his arms and the door, kissing the corner of your mouth he moves downwards to kiss over your jawline and neck, smiles into the juncture of your neck when you chase after his lips as he pecks your cupid’s bow next, impatient to feel his lips against yours you pull at a fistful of his hair guiding his mouth to capture his lip between your teeth. Yoongi grunts into the kiss tasting your sweet mouth never cease his hunger for you, only leaves him wanting more and more.

”I can’t believe you’re mine.” He seals his words over your feverish skin with in between kisses, marking up your neck, nibbling and kissing every inch until your breath becomes laboured under his sweet attacks.

You weave your fingers into his hair whilst a soft mewl leaves your parted lips as his knee parts your legs to brush against your centre.

He presses his thighs further into your throbbing pussy swallowing the noises you make getting lost in your body heat. He wants to take his time with you licking every corner and dip until you shake and pant his name.

”Wait. What about my brother?” You jump a little when you feel his hand on your ribs travelling up until he cups your breast over the shirt you’re wearing. Kneading your flesh over the fabric your body relaxes into his touch it’s enough to leave you breathless seeing his expression so earnest to please you, pupils dilated as he looks at you under his hooded lids it’s hard to control his urges when you look good enough to eat.

”He stays over at Namjoon’s don’t worry about him.” Yoongi catches your earlobe with his mouth biting down on your shell playfully, the sensation makes you heave a gasp, the words barely registering in your brain.

”Off. I want this off.” Feeling especially bold today you sneak your hands under his shirt caressing his sides with your fingertips, pecking his collarbone that peaks through the collar of his clothing. A whine resonates within your throat when your boyfriend steps back to pull his shirt over his head revealing his stomach and shoulders for your hungry eyes to feast upon disliking the cold air that fills the space once his body is not there to keep you warm, you pull him close diving in to connect your lips in a heated kiss tongue licking into his mouth.

His hands wander under your clothes this time mapping out your smooth skin following the lines of your sides to find the opening on your bra, once he gets the clasp open he traces your spine with his index finger grabbing your ass with both hands as his wandering hands reach south. Your moan gets lost inside his busy mouth that explores your hot cavern at the same time his hands cup you over the fabric of your leggings. It doesn’t give your throbbing pussy justice when he decides to rub your clit and drag his fingers over the dampening material.

”Let’s move things to the bedroom shall we?” The innocent peck he places onto your cheek makes your heart flutter, excitement and love mix inside your veins sweetening your blood as your pulse quickens under his adoring gaze. You nod kissing him again before you let him guide you to his door, not separating from your sensually moving lips as he blindly closes it behind your entangled forms.

He removes your pants and shirt in one go, letting the garments form a pile on the floor promising your sweet release with each removed clothing until the only remaining barrier that keeps your naked glory from his piercing gaze is slipped down your shaved legs, he feels how soaked the material of your cotton underwear had become after so little foreplay and he finds himself insanely turned on by the discovery.

Yoongi eagerly encloses his mouth over your erect bud eliciting airy moans when he alternates between sucks and licks on your sensitive mound paying equal attention to both sides as he massages the neglected one with firm hands whilst he blows air to the saliva coated nipples and watch your expression morph into torturous pleasure but he’s not satisfied with your shy suppressed noises.

Your slick oozes out of your empty opening running down your thighs and stain the bedsheet your clit aches to be touched and your hole clenches around nothing as your lover keeps his head between your boobs kissing and licking your skin there until your nipples get too sensitive to his touch, red and swollen when he rolls it between his fingers. His leg parts your thighs keeping them wide open so you can’t get any stimulation until he decides to move lower.

Seeing how you shake under his body parted lips keep asking him to give you more, he doesn’t have the heart to deny you any longer as he starts to rub your thighs keeping your legs open for him to bury his face between your beautiful cunt swollen and needy for his touch he lets his tongue dip between your folds tasting you first before gently sucking on your clit.

He hears you call his name perfectly in tune with his tongue’s strokes as he intends to eat you up. Your essence covers his chin as he licks your hole clean lapping up everything your precious body can produce for him dipping inside the tip of his tongue your muscles tense up ready to get filled with something bigger and Yoongi’s cock twitches inside the confine of his underwear.

He doesn’t need to remove his undergarments to know his tip is red and slick with his precum desperate to fill your empty hole up but before that, he coats two of his fingers in your wetness and pushes them inside parting your walls gently to ease you into the feeling preparing you to take his cock.

Your hips buck into his hand as he curls his long fingers inside your velvety walls feeling your muscles constrict around his digits he moans with his head thrown back as he imagines his dick getting the same treatment later, your musky scent and visual laying beneath him taking what he gives you drives him crazy with need.

Perking up at the sound you open your eyes blinking to get the blurriness fade dreamy half-lidded eyes watch as his fingers fill you up and you almost close them again because of the pure ecstasy his expert hands give to your overwhelmed body.

You see the painful tent that formed inside his briefs before the numbing pleasure could consume you yet again and there’s a wet spot in the middle that lets you know he gets off on seeing you enjoy yourself. His hips unknowingly to him ruts against the sheets to get some kind of friction realising that he focused solely on your pleasure and put it aside to chase his, he’s so different from the partners you previously slept with and the sudden urge to please him overtakes your selfish side to just receive and receive.

You palm him over the wet spot following the outline of his hard dick to give him some well-deserved relief and he immediately grinds into your palm letting out breathy groans and low moans, you don’t mind at all when he gets lost in your touch instead and momentarily forgets about his goal to get you prepped nicely for his cock. The fingers he has inside you stills and your head clear out a little, you’re able to focus on his face learning what he likes as you study his reactions to your movements, you know his moans will probably become your favourite sounds.

You take advantage of his current state to switch positions, letting his fingers slip out of you as you get rid of his underwear grabbing his thighs to lower yourself while he sits down at the edge of the bed.

Taking his tip into your mouth to taste his precum you feel Yoongi’s nails digging into your scalp as you swallow around him trying to get him into your mouth as much as your poor jaw can handle. Holding the base of his cock to guide him back into your wet cavern you set a slow pace, stroking what you can’t fit.

”You look so good sucking my dick baby.” You learned that he tends to be on the quiet side even in the bedroom, his reactions however are good indicators of how you’re able to affect him with every swirl of your tongue. Letting him use the hand tangled in your hair to set the rhythm of your movements your vision blurs as tears swell in your eyes due to the quickened pace and force he starts to fuck your mouth but he pulls out before he could get too close to cumming.

”I need to have you know. Lie down on the bed with your legs spread wide for me.” You follow his instructions showing him your drenched swollen pussy as he climbs on the bed after you, admiring the way he ruined your cunt before he reaches for a condom retrieving the item from inside his drawer.

He touches himself in front of you watching you squirm under his gaze as you wait for him to roll the condom down his length, your body aches to finally be filled with something bigger.

”Yoongi. Fill me up.” You part your pussy lips for him revealing your hole clenching around nothing, beckoning him to fill you up Yoongi looks at the sinful image in front of him saving this memory of you for later when he’s alone with his hands but today he plans to have your cunt wrapped around his cock rather than his fingers.

Your drenched walls suck him in as he enters you, hips lowering in slow motion to bury his entire length inside, nice and steady, gripping his shoulders for support you moan into the sloppy kiss feeling so full.

You hear his guttural moan loud and clear just as his breath hits the shell of your ear and your walls squeeze around him, wet squelching sounds ring beside your mixed love language thriving off the sounds he grunts directly into your ear encouraging you to meet his movements in the middle.

It feels like you stand in front of the gates of heaven when Yoongi increases his pace thrusting in and out, not being able to stop as he feels his balls tighten with the need to cum he parts your legs even more as he watches his dick emerge from the pussy he owns now coated in your juices taking his hard length and moan out every time his tip curves to touch your sweet spot with each delivered stroke.

You cum first around his dick, he helps you ride out your pleasure only pulling out when you whine from oversensitivity and he rolls the condom off to finish as well, watching your spent pussy glistening with your cum he uses the sight in front of him to get off, he collects your slick to lubricate his shaft as he starts to jerk himself off faster.

Once your breathing evens out and you see the concentration on Yoongi’s face while he lucidly moves his hands up and down his throbbing cock with the desperate need to cum you touch his hips drawing soothing circles onto his sweaty skin taking him back into your mouth to help him reach his high.

He comes in your mouth with a soft cry throwing his head back as you keep sucking him licking his sensitive tip until he pulls your head off with a shaky hand stroking your cheeks with his thumb.

”So friends and family, let me introduce you to my boyfriend Yoongi. You might have already met him before.” You joke in front of your relatives of all ages and you see in the corner of your eyes how Hoseok rolls his eyes.

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Used To It (M.YG)

Warnings : mentions of an abusive relationship, fighting, swearing

Synopsis : he needed a girl to leave him alone, she wanted people to know she was over her ex. they needed each other, so they agree to pretend to date. but was it ever pretend?

Word Count : 2537

“I need you to be my girlfriend. Just until graduation.” I’m not sure what was going through my mind when I agreed, but it honestly worked out for me. I had just gotten out of a rocky relationship; a breakup that spread across the campus as fast as a wildfire. Jackson seemed to move on quickly, being seen with a new girl every week, whereas I tried to keep a low profile and focus on my studies so I could graduate next year. Because of that, everyone thought that I just couldn’t move on. Girls would talk about their nights with Jackson near me, expecting a reaction from me to no avail. So the fake relationship helped me as well.

           I barely knew Yoongi when he asked me to act as his girlfriend. I knew him through mutual friends and had met him on a few occasions, but he always seemed standoffish, so I never pursued a friendship with him. “This girl in one of my classes won’t leave me alone. I figured having a girlfriend would change that.” He told me. Yoongi was similar to me in the way that he just wanted to focus on graduating, seeing as his graduation was less than a year away. “And you said you were tired of people thinking you weren’t over Jackson.” He continued, but I was already sold.

           “Can you at least seem happy to be with me.” I joked as the two of us took our seats at a table in a café just off campus. We decided to start with being seen together so our relationship would seem more believable. I’ve been spending almost everyday for the last 3 weeks with Yoongi, mostly consisting of us studying, but I don’t think I’ve seen him smile once.

           “That’s not my style.” He said casually, opening one of his notebooks he had with him and started looking over his notes. I sat back in my chair and just watched him for a bit before opening one of my textbooks. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t handsome. It was obvious just by glancing at him that he was a good-looking guy, and girls let him know. Either he never noticed the stares and the whispers, or he just really didn’t care.

           “You should have some water.” I softly said some hours later, placing the cup of water I grabbed for him in front of him. For the first time since we sat down, he looked up at me with a tired look in his eyes. “I know you have an important test tomorrow but take care of yourself.” I smiled at him and took my seat again.

           “Thank you.” He said with some semblance of a smile on his face. “Oh wow I didn’t realize the time. I should walk you back to your dorm.” He started closing his books and packing them away in his bag before chugging the water I gave him. I chuckled to myself and packed my books away as well.

           “You don’t have to, Yoongi.” We both stood from the table and he shook his head.

           “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you walk back alone.” Hearing him say boyfriend out loud caused my stomach to flip, but I chalked it up to the amount of coffee I had drank throughout the day. Still, I didn’t argue further and the two of us headed out into the night and back to campus.

           I should have known then that this wasn’t a good idea. From the beginning I had feelings for him, but I still went through with acting as his girlfriend as if I could just walk away when it was all over.

           “So we breakup and you just think you can go and date?” Jackson said as he plopped into the seat across from me. Yoongi would be back in a couple minutes as he had just gone to the bathroom, but I take it from the look on Jackson’s face that he knew that. “You’re my girl.” He really emphasized the word ‘my’ when he spoke, and it caused me to let out a small laugh.

           “Ah yes, because you’ve been alone these last few months.” I scoffed and tried to get back to my homework, but it was hard to focus with his gaze on me.

           “You know those girls don’t compare to you.” I looked up from my books again.

           “Well that sucks for you. Yoongi is a better boyfriend than you’ll ever be.” I could see the look of anger cross his face as I said that. He stood from the table abruptly and yanked the book out of my hands, throwing it the floor in a rage before roughly taking my face in his hand.

           “You are MY girl. No one else can have you.” The venom I had grown used to over the years we were together dripped from his lips. I spent years cowering in fear every time he’d speak to me like that, but I knew he wouldn’t try anything with all these watchful eyes staring at him.

           “Actually, she’s my girl.” My stomach did flips when I heard Yoongi’s familiar voice dripping with anger. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your hands off her.” He stepped in between Jackson and me.

           “You seem proud to have my sloppy seconds.” Jackson smirked, but before he could cross his arms over his chest in victory, Yoongi punched him in the face, causing me to leap from my seat and in between the two to stop Yoongi.

           “Hey, hey, look at me.” Yoongi kept looking past me at a now bleeding Jackson, so I placed my hands on the sides of his face and made him look at me. The anger in his eyes dissipated when they met mine. “Let’s pack up and go somewhere else.” He just nodded, apologizing for causing a scene. “Jackson’s the one who should apologize.” I smiled, swinging my bag over my shoulder.

           “Was he always like that?” Yoongi hesitantly asked as we started walking nowhere in particular.

           “Not in the beginning. But the last year of our relationship, I suppose you could say he was abusive and controlling. That’s why I broke up with him.” Yoongi stopped in his tracks.

           “Wait, you broke up with him?” I chuckled and nodded, continuing to walk backwards so I could still see Yoongi. “That’s not what I should have gotten from that.”

           “It’s fine. I’m not traumatized or anything. Shit happens. You just gotta move on.” Just as I finished my sentence, I tripped over a rock and Yoongi was quick on his feet, wrapping his arms around me before I could hit the pavement. He unwrapped them from me just as quickly when I got my balance back.

           “Be careful.” He said simply and the two of us continued walking, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest.

           I sat on my bed, scrolling through all the photos the two of us took on my phone. A few were sent to me from the others, gushing about how cute the two of us looked together. I smiled as the tears streamed down my cheeks.

           “I still can’t believe the two of you are dating!” Hoseok exclaimed as our group sat around a table, waiting for the food we had just ordered to arrive.

           “Yeah, I mean you two are as opposite as they come!” Jimin added, shaking his head. “Y/N is so bubbly and smiley all the time. And Yoongi-hyung barely ever smiles!” I linked my arm through his, causing him to look down at me but I just smiled.

           “You get used to it.” I spoke. “Regardless, he’s really cute. And he’s a good boyfriend.”  

           “Just good?” Yoongi joked, raising a brow at me.

           “He punched your abusive ex and he’s just a good boyfriend?!” Taehyung exclaimed. I chuckled at the memory that seemed like it happened a couple days ago but actually occurred a month ago.

           “Whoa he did what?!” Jungkook asked.

           “Oh yeah, it was really sexy actually.” I told the table, causing Yoongi to get slightly embarrassed and playfully push me away. “What? It’s true. I could have jumped your bones right then and there. No one has ever stood up to Jackson, let alone punch him.”

           “Jump my- oh my god, Y/N.” Yoongi shook his head, but I could see a small smile dancing across his lips.

           “You’re breaking Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook joked, pointing out the fact that Yoongi just smiled.

           “Who would have thought Yoongi would have a soft spot.” Jin teased, reaching across to poke his shoulder. Yoongi smacked his hand away and dismissed having a soft spot for anyone. But I knew I was slithering my way through his cold exterior, and that thought alone gave me butterflies.

           Just until graduation. I kept repeating to myself. At the time it seemed like I had all the time in the world to make my way into his heart, but it seemed like the months passed all too quickly. “You aren’t going to watch your boyfriend graduate?” My roommate asked when she saw me sitting on the couch, the ceremony just an hour away.

           “I think we broke up.” I whispered, the tears still falling. She immediately brought me into an embrace. It was never supposed to be like this. Everything was pretend; we were supposed to just go back to our normal lives as if nothing happened. But I grew attached to having him by my side throughout the 7 months. I fell in love with him.

           “You didn’t have to come with me.” I thought out loud as we drove to my cousin’s wedding. Yoongi glanced over at me.

           “I’m supposed to be your boyfriend. These things are what boyfriends do.” I nodded, keeping my head forward. We’ve been acting for 5 months now and in my opinion have grown quite close. He’s really been my rock during these hard times. He’s let me complain about Jackson and didn’t judge me when I cried about missing him when I was drunk.

           After we parked, the two of us walked towards the doors of the venue side by side. As we got closer, he grabbed my hand and linked my arm through his own, causing me to look up at him. He was already smiling down at me and opened the door for us to walk through.

           We spent the time before the ceremony mingling with my family, introducing my new boyfriend. Everyone was surprised to see me with a guy that wasn’t Jackson, so sure the two of us were getting married after graduation. “Well, if I play my cards right, the next wedding we’ll be attending is ours.” Yoongi said to my uncle who asked about how serious we were. My heart swelled at the idea of walking down the aisle to him at the end of it, but I caught myself before I got too into the idea.

           “Everyone seems to love you.” I whispered as we took our seats minutes before my cousin was to walk down the aisle.

           “The competition wasn’t hard.” He joked and I playfully slapped him in the arm, causing him to burst into a fit of laughter. It was the biggest smile I’d seen on his face and I swear time stopped as I stared at him in awe. It’s been known that he’s a good-looking guy, but seeing him smile like that, I couldn’t help but fall in love in that moment.

           A harsh knock at the door pulled me from my memories. My roommate had left soon after giving me a hug, wanting to go watch her boyfriend walk the stage. I stared at my phone for a second, the lock screen being a picture of Yoongi and I at my cousin’s wedding, dressed to the nines. Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again so I shouted a quick ‘coming’ as I stood from the couch. I’m not sure who I expected to see on the other side, but it definitely wasn’t Min Yoongi.

           “You didn’t come to the graduation.” He said, not moving from the doorway even though I moved aside to allow him in.

           “You said you just needed me until graduation.” I reminded him. We never discussed when this would actually end, or if I would attend his graduation, so I just assumed he wouldn’t want me there and stayed home.

           “Fuck that.” He said, finally stepping in my dorm so I could close the door. “I got used to having you there these past months. You came to all my events. You were there to get me out of my head and remind me to take care of myself.” His voice was in between being angry and being soft. I was confused as to what was happening, but he kept talking, and I held onto every word. “I don’t want to go back to a life without you by my side.”

           “What are you saying, Yoongi?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, feigning annoyance at his presence in hopes of protecting my heart.

           “I’m saying I’m in love with you, dammit!” He threw his arms in the air before dropping them back to his side and looking at me with an intense look in his eyes. “I’m in love with you and I want you to stay by my side.” He practically whispered, stepping closer to me. I dropped my arms to my side as he placed a hand on my cheek and brought his face closer to mine. “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” He whispered and I nodded just in time for him to close the space between us. 7 months I acted as his girlfriend, slowly falling in love with him, and I only dreamed of his lips on mine. The feeling was so much better than I could have ever imagined.

           “I take it you two made up?” My roommate giggled from the doorway. I wrapped my arms around Yoongi’s torso and rested my head on his chest.

           “Yeah.” I said, still in a daze from the kiss we just shared. Yoongi kissed the top of my head and my roommate just shook her head and went to grab something before leaving again.

            “So, I was originally going to move in with Jin after graduating, but I’d prefer to live with you so I can still see you everyday.” I smiled up at him.

           “Are you sure? That’s a huge step, and we kind of just got together.” I laughed.

           “Well, honestly I’ve considered you my girlfriend for 7 months now. I don’t think this was ever really pretend for me.”

           “Me neither.”

           “So is that a yes?” I couldn’t help but laugh at the hopefulness in his eyes and the excitement in his voice. I’ve gotten so used to his melancholy ways that seeing him like this was different.

           “Yes.” He pulled me in for another kiss in that moment, and for a minute I could have sworn I was floating.

           “I love you.”

           “I love you too, you idiot.”

[ally22042000]

Linked by fate

Shifting

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 1.7K

Commenting and rebloging is always appreciated.

A/N: Hey, guys. I hope you are going to like this chapter. I was thinking about creating little mood boards, so you have an overview of their fur colour, etcetera. Let me know what you think about that. -Ally

It was in elementary when your animal instincts slowly started to make their appearances. While the position a wolf had was clear from birth, their natural behaviours didn’t start to show until later into their upbringings. Unhurriedly the process begins during childhood and steadily takes over more of their senses. The stronger instincts like the alpha’s power to force others to follow any of their command or heats and ruts, didn’t begin until the late teenage years. To ensure the safety of everyone and the capability for beta and omega parents to raise alpha children.

Another feature that slowly starts is the ability to turn into your wolf form. Namjoon was the first of our pack to shift. The calling to protect his younger to strong. It took over his body and made him show his true power as the pack alpha he was born to be. His parents were immensely proud, thankful that he wasn’t a late shifter. Wolfs that didn’t turn before their fourteenth birthday were often frowned upon and seen as a lacking member of the clan.

Next in line was Hobi. He had always had a strong connection to his basic instincts. Having been trained to fight from a young age and coming from a strong lineage of worriers, nobody was surprise that he shifted shortly after he turned nine. Since than he often favoured to walk around in is furred form. It felt more like himself, is what he said whenever someone asked.

Jungkook shift was a surprise to everyone. It was rare for someone, who didn’t come from a strong blood line to turn before their tenth birthday but like always the golden boy defeated any standards and turned on his eight birthday. All of you had gathered in his small living room. With his parents both being omegas they weren’t able to afford much. Most jobs, especially the ones who help authority, where given to alphas or betas. Omegas were regarded as to much of a push over to stand their ground when needed. That lead to them having a smaller income than the other to wolf species. But disregarding the financial consequences and the fact they wouldn’t be able to have a child with each other, they stayed together; their love too strong to break. Considering the impossibility of them having a child together, Jungkook knew from a young age, that he was adopted. A fact that never bothered him. Something his parents were eternally grateful for.

His mother brought in the cake and set it down in front of the little boy. Everyone around him was singing, while he closed his eyes and made a wish. Desiring that this moment would never fade, him surrounded by the people he cared deeply for. Everyone healthy and a smile painting their lips while they celebrated his birthday. He filled his lungs with air and looked at the eight little flames in front of him. But instead of the sound of rushing air and cheering, the ripping of cloth was heard, and a little black wolf was sat on the stool in lieu.

The room went silent everyone staring at the puppy with the big eyes. Slowly similes formed on their faces, happy that a new wolf found its fur. Cheers and clapping filled the room. Congratulations came flying Jungkook’s way, little hands stretching and shoving to touch his fur. His father returning with a camera and capturing the scene. His mother wiping away a stray tear of happiness. Glad she was able to witness that new chapter in her son’s live. Meanwhile Jin watched the situation from his chair unmoving and having eyes for one thing and one thing only: “Yeah, that’s really great but can we eat cake now.”

Jin and Tae funnily shifted at the same time. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and all of you with the exception of Namjoon and Hoseok, who were attending a pack meeting in request of their parents, were playing in Yoongi’s backyard. Both his parents were gone one a hunting trip for a few days, like they often were, leaving Yoongi and his brother on their own. The beta was in his wolf form, having turned a few weeks ago while turning on the shower and the water having been too cold. His brown fur with a read hint feeling silky as you braided it. When you stared, he let out a little huff, showing annoyance at your antics, but being too lazy to move he let you do your thing. You smirked to yourself, knowing that he actually enjoyed the feeling of your finger running through his fur.

Jimin and Jungkook were training on one side of the huge yard. Both of them started taking a liking to taekwondo. Meanwhile the other two troublemakers were playing a game of badminton on the other side of the field. A loud yell was heard, when Jin lost another point to the younger, the wind’s fault of course.

After two more failed attempts the oldest threw down his racked in anger and started chasing the dark haired. Laughter filled the air as Tae took off. The feel of the chase awoke something primal in Jin and before he knew it a new sensation washed over his skin and he suddenly chased Tae on four legs instead of the usual two. The youngers instincts were triggered by the older wolf chasing him and his own first shift took place. Tae had a soft looking, sand coloured fur, while Jin was another brown one but with more of an ashy touch.

The rest of the afternoon the both of them explored their new ability alongside Jungkook. Jimin had taken residency behind you, back hugging you while watching the others. Although you couldn’t see his face, you felt the wave of sadness that washed over him. The both of you were the only ones who hadn’t turned yet. You were only twelve so you still had enough time before it would be considered abnormal, but the pressure lingered.

Jimin didn’t turn until he was seventeen, a fact which cost him a lot of fights with his parents and multiple appointments with his doctor. Countless nights spent in your bed, crying into your pillow, screaming because of the pain this was causing him. With him being the alpha, he was expected to be this strong wolf that no one stood a chance against, but here he was not able to do the simplest thing known to your beings.

When he did turn his wolf was coated in a beautiful fur of the purest white you had ever laid eyes upon. His animal form as elegant as his human. His parents were proud and from there perspective Jimin’s flaw had faded just like their problems, but in reality, their relationship never went back to the way it was. He wasn’t the kid that ran home from school because he missed his mother anymore. Or the one that would tremble on his feet at his first dance performance, until he saw his fathers encouraging smile, which could wash away any problem, and let him be the beautiful swan he was.

You had turned a day after Jimin, had cried yourself to sleep the night before at the fact that you were the only one of your group that hadn’t turned yet. You were happy for Jimin when he called you and told you about the great news; genuinely. But the fear and self-hatred crawled up on you at night. Reminding you of your duty, as an omega and as a wolf, to your pack and your incapability of living up to it.

The following day you felt nauseous and empty, but still your parents forced you to attend school. As a senior it was important to be present as often as possible and to learn until your brain smoked to insure you could attend the collage of your choosing. You made it to two lessons, before the sick feeling in your stomach won the upper hand and you ran to the bathroom. Having arrived at the stall and preparing yourself to let out your small breakfast, a warmth like never before overcame you. You let out a pained breath as you felt your body expand and your cloth rip. And then you stood there, grey fur covering your body as you saw yourself in the bathroom mirror.

Your ears flexed at every sound that could be heard from outside. The footsteps of a person running somewhere; probably late for class. The uncomfortable squeaking of a chalk on a black board. Then a waft of a delicious smell slipped through the opening beneath the door. The cafeteria ladies had started cooking lunch. Hamburgers and fries how it seemed. And then you could smell a familiar scent, one that you would be able to pick up anywhere. Clumsily you were able to open the door with your bowl sized paws. You hurried down the hallway, slipping a few times on the freshly cleaned tiles.

You almost ran Namjoon over when you saw him. Standing before his locker, he was grabbing a history book for his next lesson, when you bumped into him. At first, he was simply shocked, pondering why a stranger would run into him like that. But then he picked up on your sent slowly, his olfactory sense not having fully developed yet, it took him awhile to realise who was standing in front of him.

A lazy grin covered his face as realisation hit him. Slowly he got down on his knees and warped his arms around your neck: “Hello my pretty omega, welcome to your true form.”

The others were ecstatic when they heard the good news. Happy that all of their group members had been blessed with the ability to shift, knowing of the horrific outcome the situation could have had, had you not turned before your eighteenth birthday. When every wolf was fully developed, and alphas gained the capability of forming their pack and gifting their mark.

Your pack was safe, healthy, and happy, and that was all that concerned you for now.

[bts-reveries]

young one | 6

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~All the boys arriving at the Jeon’s Residence at once~

“HI UNCLES!” Sian yells as he opens the door to all the boys. And Moonji. 

“Hey bud,” Jimin says, ruffling the little one’s hair. 

“Oppa!” Moonji yells out, kicking her legs for her dad to put her down, wanting to go straight to Sian. 

“Moonji-ah!” Sian says, closing his little arms around little Moonji as she hugs him tightly. 

“Let’s go play!” She yells, Sian nods, pulling her towards his room so they can go play with his toys, rushing past Jungkook. 

“Woah! Hey!” Jungkook yells out, almost tripping over the little ones.

“There’s Mr. House husband,” Hoseok says, smiling at Jungkook. Jungkook looked exhausted, hair a mess, and a little apron around his waist. 

“Sup Guys,” Jungkook says, hugging the boys as they walked up to him with open arms.

“Why do you look so exhausted?” Yoongi says, patting his back. From a distance, Sian’s cackle was so loud that each one of the boys turned their head towards his bedroom. 

“That little devil,” Jungkook replies. “For some reason, he’s being so annoying today. He doesn’t want to do homework, he doesn’t want to clean his room, he only wants to eat ice cream,” Jungkook sighs. “I’ve been cleaning all day, because he keeps making messes and he refuses to help clean.” 

“Why did something happen at school?” Jin says, going over to sit on the couch. 

“I don’t know…” Jungkook says, flopping down next to him. 

“You should talk to him, maybe something happened,” Namjoon says. 

“I will,” Jungkook says. Taehyung stares down at him as he stays sitting there.

“Oh. Like right now?”

-

“Moonji-ah,” Jungkook calls, walking into Sian’s room, which was a mess.

A sigh escapes Jungkook’s lips.

“Uncle Kookie!” Moonji says, running up to Jungkook and giving his leg a big hug.

“How are you, princess?” Jungkook asks, patting her head. Moonji brings up her little thumb, showing that she was good. “That’s good to hear… or see.. Um, can you go with daddy right now? Or uncles? Uncle Kookie is going to talk to Sian Oppa right now, okay?” Moonji nods, running off to her dad. Jungkook watches her leave and turns to Sian who was on his bed pouting. 

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks.

“Me and Moonji were about to play!” He whines, crossing his arms against his chest. 

“She’ll be back, I just wanted to talk to you real quick,” Jungkook says, calmly talking to his son as he walks towards him and kneels down to be in his eye level.

“What’s wrong? Like really.” 

“I don’t want to go to school tomorrow,” Sian pouts, kicking his legs over his bed.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t want to,” Sian says, his voice breaking. Jungkook leans in to embrace him. 

“What happened at school?” Jungkook asks as Sian silently cries on his shoulder. “What happened at school that you were acting up today?”

“Yeonwoo was being mean to me today,” Sian confesses. “I don’t like him anymore..” 

“What did he do?”

“He ruined my drawing during art time and took my snacks,” Sian pouts. 

“What?!” Jungkook exclaims, pulling away from him. “He did WHAT?”

-

Jungkook walks back to the living room, holding Sian’s hand.

“What happened?” Yoongi asks. 

“His new friend is a bully, that’s what happened. I’m going with him to his class to beat his--”

“You’re going to beat a five year old?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s six,” Sian says. Jungkook points down at him.

“See he’s six.”

“Uncle can Moonji and I play again?” Sian asks.

“Yeah, of course buddy,” Namjoon says. 

“What happened anyways Siannie?” Hoseok asks. 

“Yeonwoo ruined all my drawings in art time,” Sian pouts, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to cross his arms over his chest. Taehyung  gasps loudly.

“hE DID NOT.” Taehyung yells, Sian angrily nods. 

“AND HE TOOK MY SNACKS!” Sian yells out in anger. 

“NO.” Jin yells back.

“YES!” Jungkook and Sian yell.

“Did you tell your teacher about it?” Jimin asks. Sian shakes his head no.

“Yeonwoo said he won’t be my friend if I told.”

“Don’t be his friend anyways, he’s a bully,” Yoongi tells him. 

“Speak yourself,” Namjoon says. 

“But I won’t have friends,” Sian says sadly.

“I’m your friend!” Moonji says. 

“Moonji you don’t go to school.” Sian remarks.

-

“Pass me the salt,” Yoongi says. Jin reaches for the salt in the cabinet, handing it to Yoongi. 

“Ugh, you guys are the best,” Jungkook says, leaning over the pot to smell the stew Yoongi and Jin were making. 

“After dinner, I have to give Sian a bath then put him to sleep,” Jungkook says, walking over to Hoseok and Namjoon on the couch. Jimin and Taehyung were in Sian’s room helping him clean up.

“Oh, I can help you with that. Moonji needs a bath too before I put her to bed.”

“Oh yeah, okay, we can give them a bath together then,” Jungkook says.

“Thanks again guys,” he says, plopping down on the couch and resting his head on Hoseok’s lap. “I was so exhausted and you all came to save me,” he says, closing his eyes. 

“Woah--”

Jungkook’s eyes opened right when he heard your voice. All the dad’s turn to the door as you stand there as confused as they were. 

“Is that mommy?” Sian yells from the other room. Jungkook sits up and turns to you.

“You’re home early. Dinner is not done,” he says. 

“Are you not glad I came home early?” You laugh, taking off your jacket and closing the door. 

“Nono I am!” Jungkook says, rushing to get up to greet you with a hug and kiss.

“Aigoo~” Hoseok says, watching you two. 

“Sorry for crashing Yn,” Jin says. “We heard Jungkook’s silent cry for help and we came to save him.”

“Long story,” Jungkook tells you. You nod.

“Yeah, no, it’s okay! I missed you guys!” you say, pushing past Jungkook and entering the kitchen where Yoongi and Jin were. “What are you guys making?”

“Kimchi Jjigae,” Yoongi answers. “It’s almost done, can someone set the table?” 

“I’ll do it,” Hoseok says, getting up.

“Wow… Jungkook, cry for help more often I want this every night,” you laugh. 

“Can you all just live with us please,” Jungkook says, walking up to help Hoseok. 

“I don’t think my wife would want me moving out,” Hoseok says, laughing. 

“How was work?” Namjoon asks you. 

“Surprisingly not busy. So they just let me go home. They know I go to school and have my own family back home so since all the staff was there, they just let me off,” you shrug. “I wasn’t going to ask questions, I left right there and then,” you say, laughing along with Hoseok. 

“Mommy is back,” Taehyung says, walking out of Sian’s room with Sian, Moonji, and Jimin right behind him.

“Mommy!” Sian yells, rushing to you and jumping in your arms. You pick your boy up, pressing a long kiss to his cheek. 

“Hey, how’s my baby?”

“Good! Uncle Jimin and Uncle Taetae helped me clean my room.”

“Hey! Me too!” Moonji yells out in exasperation. 

“Speak yourself~” Namjoon says to himself. You tilt your head at him.

“And Moonji helped me too,” Sian says.

“Well that’s good. Thank you uncles, and thank you especially, Moonji,” you say, winking at her. She giggles, running towards her dad, climbing onto his lap.

“So why was daddy crying for help?” You ask Sian. He pouts, for the nth time that night, avoiding eye contact with you. 

“Did you do something?” You ask.

Sian slowly nods. 

“What’d you do?” Sian looks over to Jungkook and then back to you.

“I was not being a good boy to daddy today,” he says. 

“What? Why not?” 

“Bad day at school, I’ll tell you later,” Jungkook says. 

“Okay, Did you apologize to daddy?”

Sian nods and you look at Jungkook and he nods as well.

“Are you feeling better now though?” You ask Sian now.

“A lot better,” he says. 

“Good,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Dinner’s ready,” Yoongi says, gesturing for you to sit down. 

“Ugh, I love our friends,” you say to Jungkook.

young one

♛ part six: speak yourself ♛

pairings: photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader

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[goodnightyoongi]

Yoongi x fem!reader pt4

genre: hurt/comfort/smut

rating: E

word count: 4,5k

summary: In this series, Yoongi and you are childhood friends, and he’s helping you through some issues you’ve been facing lately, while your relationship slowly blossoms into something more. 

warnings: implied depression, self-critical thoughts, EXPLICIT SMUT (oral sex) in the later part of this chap. Start and finish are indicated

Can be read standalone, but is part of a chaptered series

Part I: Catalyze

Part II: Flicker

Part III: Rise

“...and yeah, that’s...why I haven’t been keeping up with my schoolwork.”

You finished the sentence with a timid glance at the curly-haired woman on the other side of the desk. Her hands were knitted on top of the table, one of her eyebrows slightly arched. You understood why. Answering the question “so what seems to be the issue here,  Miss Y/LN ?” hadn’t been easy, and you were pretty sure it hadn’t made sense, either. 

Basically, you had just stuttered some disjointed, vague gibberish about "feeling a little under the weather lately". Aka, nowhere close to the truth. And now, the anxiety was making itself known. In the form of beads of moisture running down your neck, and your hands fidgeting in your lap.

Because you didn’t want to be here. In fact you wanted to be anywhere but here.

But once again, Yoongi had showed himself perfectly able to push you into motion and help get you back on track. Using his steady, encouraging flow of reassurances, and fingers laced into yours as he pulled you with him to your final destination. And now you were here. Squirming uncomfortably in a chair in the university counselors office, and discussing why you had fallen behind on your studies, all entirely against your will if you were honest.

Your eyes wandered over the neat rows of folders on white shelves, the piles of documents on her desk, the sterile academic environment. Run, is what your brain told you. Just get up, walk out, escape this situation – but Yoongi’s hand, inconspicuously resting on your thigh, prevented it.

Because he’d insisted on coming with. And now he sat next to  you, like a parent there to discuss his child’s progression. Clad in his usual uniform, black hoodie and snapback pulled far over his forehead, all in order to avoid being recognized. It worked, and you alone had the counselors undivided attention.

“So, if I understand correctly,” she started, pushing her half-moon glasses further up her nose. “You’ve been...feeling ill? That's why you’ve been absent?”

"Uhm...kind of..."

“I see here that you have a lot of overdue assignments...and you haven't attended classes...but it would be best if you book an appointment with the university healthcare, if you have a condition that interferes with your ability to study.”

Your ears heated up as you digested this information. A tiny, sober voice within you told you yes. Do it, open mouth, voice the issue. Another, more overpowering and toxic one told you no. Repeatedly, until it was basically chanting it like a whole firing squad in your brain.

“No, no, I don’t need to. I...uh, I’ll make sure to finish all the assignments, ma'am. Just been feeling a little...unwell, but, yeah. I’m fine.”

You ignored Yoongi’s pointed glare, along with his attempts to kick you in the shin under the desk. Your counselor expressed clear puzzlement over the sudden change in your narrative.

“Oh? But didn’t you say that you’ve been feeling down and experiencing difficulty with keeping up with your studies?”

“Uh...yeah but, it was just a temporary slump,” you lied, and accompanied it with the most convincing smile you could conjure. “I really am fine, and I will catch up on it. Promise.”

“Miss Y/LN...I really do think you should go see the healthcare unit.”

“No need, I’m fine, I’m absolutely –”

“She’s depressed.”

The sharp exclamation draped itself over the three of you, and the office fell silent. You slowly turned to your left, quiet anger flaring in your gut. And Yoongi, the bastard, was wearing a polite smile and blatantly ignoring your burning looks.

The perplexed-looking lady opposite you blinked about a million times in confusion, before clearing her throat.

“Is what your friend is saying true, Miss Y/LN? You've been feeling depressed?”

Your airways were blocked, by what felt like a thick bundle of dry cotton. You didn't get a word out. Yoongi decided to just nod in affirmation on your behalf.

"Yeah, yes, she’s...been down. Not left her apartment much and just slept and not eaten and...I think she needs to see someone.”

“Oh, oh dear...well, that sounds worrying indeed." The lady turned to you with a motherly smile. "I’ll book you an appointment to the healthcare center, Miss Y/LN. They can refer you to a mental health professional if there's a need for that...hold on a moment...”

She started tapping something on her computer, while she kept talking, but you didn’t focus on it much. You were forced to just listen and accept the documents shoved into your hands, with the appointment date and other information. Forced to nod affirmatively when she announced it would be next week.

Not like you were about to go. No way.

Once you were dismissed, you were fuming. You stormed out and over the university grounds, leaving Yoongi and the repeated stream of requests to slow down behind you.

“Y/N, fucking wait – jesus, can you wait!?"

He finally caught you, but you ripped your arm from his grip instantly, backing further away while spitting furious words in his face.

“No, I can’t! Why the hell did you have to tell her that, Yoongi?! You had no right to tell her I’m…”

You came to a screeching halt just as you were about to say it, and gathered yourself. Yoongi regarded you from a distance, his eyes like dark, tranquil oceans as usual.

Always so understanding, always compassionate. Even now when you wanted none of it.

“I’m not depressed. Everything is fine with me.”

You said it with steadfast conviction. Maybe, if you said it enough times, it would become true.

The wind rustled the leaves in the trees around you. It was actually a beautiful day. The warm rays of sunshine heated your back up, and Yoongi’s sympathetic smile was securely in place as always.

“Y/N...I had to. If you get to decide yourself you just dodge your issues and pretend they don't exist for all eternity. I can’t just stand by and witness it anymore, okay? Please just trust me. Everything isn’t fine with you.”

“Yeah it is,” you interjected stubbornly. You shook your head, shook it until nausea hit you and you just stumbled uselessly when trying to vocalize what you felt.

“It is, and I don’t want to go...it makes me feel sick. I don’t want to talk about it...I don’t want to be the person who has something wrong with them, Yoongi...I want to be normal.”

Your voice was suddenly saturated with hysteria and tears, and Yoongi was on you in an instant. Picking you up, just like he always did, collecting the pieces and patching you up again. You sobbed into his hoodie, and asked him, over and over again, why it was so hard.

“It’ll get easier,” Yoongi promised. He hugged you as you cried, while a warm breeze blew past and gently ruffled your hair and dried your cheeks. “It will. But not until you face it, hun.”

During the next few days, you spent a lot of time hunched over your laptop. Slogging your way through email after email, and doing your best to figure out exactly how far behind you were in your studies. 

Really damn far turned out to be the answer.

You did his best to fix that, finishing up half-written essays and projects collecting dust on your hard drive until you were close to crying from the effort. All of this happened while Yoongi sat next to you, peering over your shoulder and making sure the process was moving forward. But it left you exhausted, and the list of assignments was mile-long.

“I’ll never have energy to finish all this...might as well drop out,” you whined, face buried in your hands, multiple times when it all felt too overwhelming. But Yoongi wasn't about to just accept that. Of course he wasn't.

“Nope, you sure as hell won’t,” was his stern reply to that. He was like an impenetrable wall you couldn't bulldoze your way through, and so you remained in front of the laptop, while his hawk eyes made sure your attention stayed on the screen.

Annoying. It was, but you had to admit it was effective. After many cups of espresso and bordering-on-meltdowns the list gradually shortened, and you were left slightly less stressed. But you’d transformed into a wet rag at the end of it, a wet rag that Yoongi transported to the couch and kissed and hugged and showered with compliments about how you were doing so well.

And it felt good, admittedly. Even though he must be lying through his teeth. His arms wrapped around you also felt great, and his gentle kisses made you all tingly – but that was the problem. He was too gentle. Too soft, like you were some kind of fragile flower to be handled with care.

Yet another week had passed since your almost-steamy-encounter on Yoongi’s couch. Another week’s worth of wet daydreams, of imagining the two of you in scenarios that stretched so much further than just kissing. Another week’s worth of not daring to make the first move.

Because without alcohol flowing through you, you remained much too shy and insecure, even though he was your boyfriend now.

The desire you felt for him made your blood pump faster, made your lower regions heat up. Every time Yoongi held you, every time he sat next to you with his elbows leaning on the table. Because you just wanted so badly for those veiny hands to undress you. To wrap around you. To travel further down and envelop you, all of you.

But at the same time, you were scared when imagining it.

Maybe Yoongi’s vision of you wouldn’t match the reality, the you hidden underneath the oversized sweaters and baggy sweatpants you’d worn for the past week. Maybe he would just see what you saw in the mirror. 

Someone a little too gray and washed out, who didn’t get nearly enough sun and who lacked that rosy, healthy glow on their cheeks.

Maybe Yoongi’s feelings would even cool once he saw your body. Despite all the things he’d said for the past weeks about how you were gorgeous and beautiful and perfect. 

The thought brought you close to tears.

You just felt like an illusion, about to crumble anytime now.

All of this messed things up, and soon you found yourself in bed. At 5PM on a Saturday evening. And all of Yoongi’s messages sat in your phone, unread and ignored since a good 24 hours.

You were pushing him away again, and it was just a matter of time until the doorbell would ring.

It did, like an ominous church bell ordering you to return to the land of the living. And you dragged yourself over the same damn floor, towards the same damn door, mentally preparing for yet another lecture by the same person you’d let down, again.

“Hey there, bun,” Yoongi greeted casually, leaning against the wall in the corridor when the door slid open. “What’s up? Ignoring my messages again?”

“Yes,” you confirmed dully. Unnecessary to pretend otherwise, and you were aware how wantonly snappy you sounded. Yoongi took absolutely zero notice of it. He looked stunning as ever, the dark hair slightly tousled by the wind and hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Hands that still hadn’t touched you where you wanted them to and when would they?

You slammed the door with unnecessary force after Yoongi strode past you, causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Woah? Easy with that. Bad mood huh? Look kinda rough.”

“Yeah. I always look kinda rough, if you haven't noticed.”

“Hold it right there. Don’t twist it into something it’s not. I just meant you look a little tired.”

He gave you a sharp glance, a warning that clearly told you "don't even try to argue". You yielded, heaving unhappily. 

“I’m sorry. I just...I wasn’t feeling well, and everything just felt shit, and...I couldn’t get out of it”

“Uhuh...that’s...kinda why you need some help, sweetie.”

“I don’t need help.”

You tried, but it was weak at this point. Yoongi closed in on you, raising a hand to cradle your cheek and sneaking the other one around the small of your back.

“Sorry to slap you with uncomfortable truths, but...yeah, you do. And I understand that your mood shifts and you want to be alone sometimes...but please don’t ignore my texts. You're making me sick with worry when you don't answer. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Alright, baby. So did you shower today?”

“No.”

“Eat?”

“No.”

“Y/N...that’s no good." He trapped you in a kiss, before separating you and giving you another look that left no room for arguing. "Come on. Go get showered or changed and whatever you need and let’s head to the shop.”

You huffed, turned and stomped off to your bedroom without a word.

Getting changed and going outdoors didn’t feel tempting at all. You dug through your closet, but once again there was nothing of use, because once again you'd failed to do the laundry. Because you’d been nestled in bed instead. And crawling into it again felt like a splendid idea now.

"How's it going over here?"

Yoongi had made an appearance in the doorway. He raised a critical eyebrow, skeptically eyeing the pajama shorts and coffee-stained t-shirt you were still wearing. You just stared blankly ahead, cross legged on the bed and not about to move another inch if you could avoid it.

"Badly. Have nothing to wear and I'm hideous."

You knew how that sounded, oh you knew. But you could do absolutely zilch to prevent it. Yoongi closed the distance between you, his gaze oddly dark, like a looming thunderstorm.

"Stop saying those things about yourself."

You bounced up, gurgling with unidentified frustration you just couldn’t seem to kick.

"No. Because it's true."

“It's really not. I understand it feels true to you. But you’re stuck with these ideas about yourself, because you’re seeing everything through a skewed lens. That makes you overly critical of yourself. Understand, baby?”

“Nope. You’re fucking wrong.”

Yoongi's finger on your mouth silenced you. He was right in front of you now, and he leaned in until his lips brushed over your ear.

"You're not hideous. Get that through your thick skull."

And then he pulled back, and kissed you. And it wasn't gentle. In fact it was everything but gentle. It was demanding, his tongue finding its way into your mouth and his fingers weaving themselves into your hair and his nails scraping over your scalp.

When you finally parted, your body was already in overdrive, your pulse crashing through your veins and your lower regions practically on fire and thumping almost painfully.

"Think it's about time I touched you, huh,” Yoongi pondered, eyes half-lidded and with his finger pressed down on your lower lip.

You just swallowed, whining something that sounded like "uhuh" in response. Yoongi's hands were all over you in an instant. He swung you around with your back facing him, and moved your hair out of the way so he could press feather light kisses down the junction of your neck. You were lost, to the unexpected shivers worming all over your skin, lost until you heard a request that made your knees weak.

"Is it okay if I take off your clothes?"

"Ye– yeah," you managed, without really thinking. There was just a split second of self-consciousness, and then your shirt was pulled over your head, your shorts hiked down – and you were bare, save for your underwear. You went rigid for a second, shielding yourself, but Yoongi untangled you quickly.

"Nah, none of that. Don’t do that. Let me see you."

He looped his own arms around your waist, and sprinkled kisses all over your exposed skin – your shoulders, your jawline, everywhere he could reach. And then, he spun both of you around. Facing the full length mirror, the one you’d been about to throw out so many times now.

"Look at yourself."

You looked. And looked away the next second. You saw yourself, the body you hadn’t studied for a while. You saw your skin illuminated by the lamplight, showing every little imperfection in unforgiving technicolor. And you saw Yoongi's toned arms blanketing you.

"Yeah, I'm looking. What's there to see? I'm, just...whatever. Just...meh."

"No. Not meh. Everything but meh. Stubborn, a little bratty, but definitely not meh."

He forked fingers into your hair, yanking you back to stress the fact.

"Or ugly. Or useless Or anything negative you want to imagine. I know you don’t see it yourself, but trust me, then. Can you do that?"

“Maybe.”

^^^^^^^^

You couldn’t, still – but you were coming undone, basically unable to speak, unable to do anything but succumb to Yoongi's voice and touch and tongue leaving goosebumps all over your skin. 

Your breaths picked up as he unhooked your bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side. You let out a pitchy whimper and dropped your gaze as he cupped your breasts. One by one, gently caressing them and rolling the pink buds between his fingers.

“Beautiful. Beautiful and mine,” he whispered into your hair.

He kept one hand loosely around your throat, while the other traveled down your spine – down, down down and all the way down. There, he gathered one of your asscheeks into his hand, squeezing possessively and pressing his own, very blatant boner against your ass.

“This too,” he purred cheekily, a little louder, and slapped it once, very lightly. 

And you choked.

Well, nearly. Choked on the feeling of the pulsating, warm and very real body pushed up against you. It infused you with a craving that practically hurt, and you gasped in surprise when Yoongi’s hand snaked its way to your front, sliding down to part your thighs. He nibbled on your neck, while his fingers found your clit, lightly brushing over it and drawing moan after bated moan from you.

"You're hot, okay. I love your face, I love your body, I love your personality, you’re gorgeous and don't ever doubt that." Yoongi murmured, while stroking you through your underwear and holding you steady with his free hand. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages."

Oh shit. Okay. All you could do was whimper needily in response. The sinful confessions into your ear made your head spin violently – and that voice. Surely couldn’t belong to Yoongi – it was too husky, just oozing dominance – but it did. It did and it seeped right into every corner of you, into every cell of your body all the way into your fingertips and not least, your crotch.

And you felt like you might suffocate from the pressure. From Yoongi's fingers rubbing teasing circles all over you, his breath hot and wet against the nape of your neck.

"I want to see you too,” you whined, wrenching yourself loose and pawing desperately at his t-shirt.

"Sure thing, baby.”

You held your breath while his clothes were discarded. Shirt, jeans, briefs, and then he stood there, stripped in front of you. Not just a smudgy almost-Yoongi in one of your vivid dreams, but the real Yoongi. With a heinous twinkle playing in his mischievous eyes, his posture self-assured and his dick half-hard and smooth and...actually a little menacingly thick in girth.

You swallowed down the nervously flapping butterflies, and stepped forward, tentatively running hands all down his pale chest and around his back and his ass and absolutely everywhere.

You’d imagined this man naked so many times. All throughout your adolescence, and now that it finally happened, it felt like some trippy dream.

"God, you’re fucking...beautiful, Yoongi.”

"Says you.”

He grabbed you, kissing you and pressing the two of you together, with his hands firmly on your ass. And you heated up to scorching temperatures, while your brain was filled with only one thought.

“I want you.”

“Want you too. But we’re taking it slow.”

You grumbled, but he just briefly let his finger travel into your mouth, and smirked in response when you sucked on it like it was a lollipop. Then, you were hauled up and lowered onto the bed on your back, and turned into a shivering, whimpering wreck of a person. Yoongi kissed you, pushing his tongue in to drag it over the roof of your mouth, and continuing down your torso, your chest, your tummy until you shivered pleasantly underneath him. 

He mumbled little words of praise at you while he went, and your breath came out shorter and shorter the further down he traveled. Soon he had to tell you to remember to even breathe.

“Relax. You’re so pretty, been wanting you for so long.”

He parted your legs gently, wrapping his hand around your thigh and sucking teasing love bites into the sensitive skin until you were almost crying from the sensation.

“Want me to touch you, baby? Can I take these off?”

You curled your spine against the sheets, desperate for him to just do it already. “Yeah – yeah. Please.” 

"Good. Cause I'm really dying to."

Your panties slid off, finally, and Yoongi crawled between your legs, blinking up at you, dark eyes clouded with lust and tousled bangs falling into his forehead.  All of you was practically vibrating, filled with electricity sprouting underneath the tips of his fingers as he rested one hand on your tummy and settled the other one between your legs.

“Look at you...already so wet for me.” He spread you with a thumb, sliding it between your lips, and you whined in response. Not like he was wrong. You’d basically been soaking wet since that first kiss. “So pretty. I want to make you feel good, hun. Can I eat you out? Do you want that?”

You nodded frantically. You could feel your release literally around the corner, and whatever Yoongi was about to do to you would lure it out at record speed. He offered you one of his gummy grins, gripping your thighs with both hands for leverage and pushed his pink tongue out, dragging it all over your clit and making you cringe against the sheets. 

“God – Yoongi, holy shit-”

“You taste good. Fucking sexy as hell.”

You didn’t care about restraining yourself anymore. You allowed yourself to moan unabashedly while he sucked on your clit, and tantalized you by pushing his tongue into you and pulling it out the next second.

You hadn't been touched for so long, you hadn't come for so long . An eternity. And now you watched, eyes feverish, as Yoongi turned you into a slobbering mess in minutes. Your orgasm was close, and Yoongi must have felt it, because he quickly pulled back, lips glistening and cheeks flushed. 

Next you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, and he threw you a quick, questioning glance and asked, voice hushed and dripping with lust, if it was okay. You hurried to nod again, crying out when he pushed a finger into you, slowly gliding over your walls and filling you up, while his thumb rubbed against your clit. Settling on his knees, he threw one of your legs up and squeezed your thigh as he started finger-fucking you, slowly but surely.

You couldn’t help but wonder, amidst all the hazy pleasure, how the hell he was that skilled with his hands.

Probably because he was experienced. You knew he’d had kind-of-girlfriends, but maybe he'd even had multiple partners. That thought made you irrationally jealous, once again, and also worried you’d appear like a rookie in comparison.

But those thoughts were quickly washed away, for now, as Yoongi hit the spot again, and a pitchy whimper escaped you, echoing through the whole bedroom.

“You’re tight,” he hummed, gaze heavy on you. “How’s that? Feels good?”

“Y– yeah...feels great…”

Your neck cringed, your hands gripping the sheets as he picked up the pace, before adding a second finger. Soon he had two of them knuckle-deep in you, fucking you while working your clit while you squirmed against him to create even more friction. You watched him, his lustful dark eyes plastered on you, the veins in his arms tensing as he brought you closer and closer. 

"Yoongi...I'm gonna...c-come...if you keep doing that–"

"Well that's the goal, right? You're moaning so prettily, turning me wild," Yoongi teased, leaning forward. He positioned himself half-laying on top of you, so he was able to reach your quivering lips while his fingers slid in and out of you.

He kissed you hungrily, and you could feel his cock poking you in the side. You glanced down. There it was, all stiff and veiny and fully erect and – damn.

Yoongi wanted to fuck you with that.

You pictured it, and then you were done for.

"Coming?"

"Uhuh..."

"Go on, baby girl.”

Well. That did it. You shuddered your way through your release, spasming against Yoongi’s fingers and crying out a lewd and elongated “fuck” as you came. You faintly heard Yoongi mumbling something as you rode it out, and then you collapsed into the mattress. Completely drained, and with your chest heaving and droplets of sweat running down your neck.

^^^^^^^^

Yoongi pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and withdrew his hand. "You okay, pumpkin?"

You nodded wordlessly, slow waves of pleasure still rippling through you. Yoongi sneaked an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against himself and squeezing you tightly. 

"See why I wanted to take it slow now? Yikes...you look like you just finished a marathon. Didn't take you very long.”

He nuzzled into your hair, and you weren’t even able to provide anything coherent in response yet. Soon he announced he was taking you to shower, and before you could protest you’d been scooped up and carried off, bridal-style.

The shower was turned on, and you were dazed when jostled into position underneath the spray of water. It splashed down between the two of you, heating you up as you rested your head against Yoongi’s chest, just enjoying the warmth and being so close to him for now. 

He pushed strands of soaked hair out of your forehead, and propped you up more securely when you were in danger of sagging to the floor. "Are you alright, sweetness?”

“Yeah...sorry, it’s been a while since I, uh…was...touched...”

You quietened, bashfully pushing your nose against his chest again to avoid meeting his eyes. He gave a little chuckle, and ran his hands all over your back in reassuring circles. 

“Yeah, I figured. That’s okay. Just take it easy, baby. I’ll take care of you, don't worry.”

Yoongi gathered you into his arms, and your throbbing muscles were soothed by the flow of hot water. But you also felt a rigid boner poking your thigh, still. Belonging to him. 

You peeked down at it. It was a little intimidating, but you were also eager to return the favor. Even though your tummy turned into slush at the thought of doing something wrong.

You swallowed down a lump, and Yoongi noticed your hesitance. 

“Y/N. Just relax.”

"You're still hard though, I can –"

"Yeah, duh, I'm hard,” Yoongi chuckled, and pressed a tender kiss to your lips to shut you up. “...cause that was hot,” he added, and your cheeks instantly turned tomato-red.

"But we got all the time in the world. I can wait. You're the most important, bun."

"Fine, ugh...okay."

You burrowed into his chest, letting out a soft moan when he squeezed some shampoo out and started massaging it into your scalp. Yep. You could definitely see yourself getting used to this.

[agustdmono]

NEIGHBORS; jhs Oneshot (M)

Pairing(s): Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: A new family arrived in your neighborhood. You were determined to befriend their one and only son. You definitely weren’t ready for what the boy had in store for you.

Word Count: 9.6K+

Genre(s): ONESHOT! Mature (18+), Smut, bts AU (Boy Next Door Hoseok)

Caution(s): Slight dom!Reader, Slight dom!Hoseok, swearing, dry humping, lots of foreplay, oral (Y/N receives), oral (Hoseok receives), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Author’s Note: We’re back _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

You were distraught.

Nothing in the world could ever replace your love for your ex-neighbor: Grandma Margaret. She wasn’t related to you in any way, but you still called her grandma. You’ll miss the cookies that she bakes exactly at 1:23 PM or the smiles she gives you whenever she sits on her front porch. For your twentieth birthday, she gave you her old vinyl player and you cried. Literally.

“Y/N, dear, I’m just a few houses down,” Margaret chuckled.

“I know, but neighbors are special,” you sniffled, placing your hand on your chest to add a dramatic effect.

She rolled her eyes at your actions, but you knew she was amused. It didn’t take very long for you to get along with her. She had a similar personality to yours―basically an older version of you.

“I’m still your neighbor, hon,” she spoke before taking a small sip from her tea.

“No! The point is, you ain’t next to me.”

The two of you sat on the chairs in the gazebo at the front of your house, casually conversing about what’s been going on. She informed you that your new neighbors should be coming in today and you whined, earning a small smack from her cane. Honestly, you’ll even miss getting whacked by her cane.

“Come walk me back. Enjoy my company while you can .”

Of course, you complied. You got up as you held out your arm for her to grab. Both of you managed to climb down the stairs before a moving truck drove past your house and parked on the vacant house’s driveway. You ignored the sound of doors slamming because you were too focused on bringing Margaret home, but for some reason, she wasn’t budging.

“You should welcome your new neighbors, Y/N.”

You looked at her with pleading eyes, hinting that you really don’t want to meet new people just yet. You still had to leave time to mope about not seeing her as much as you want to. She threateningly raised her cane; which caused you to raise your hands in defeat. You jogged towards the opened cargo and saw two men lifting a couch out of the vehicle. Not wanting to distract them, you waited until they placed the heavy object down at the bottom of the ramp.

“Hello, I’m Y/N L/N! Your neighbor on the right-hand side,” you greeted, trying to seem as cheery as possible.

You looked over at Margaret, who was eyeing you and gave her the thumbs up. You’re only doing this for her in all honesty. It’s not like you’re going to experience a whole ‘boy next door’ type of thing. Those things only exist in movies. Right?

“Ah! Hi there! I’m Jung Junsu and this is my son, Hoseok,” the older looking male draped his arms over Hoseok, who had trouble making eye contact with you.

He was shy, but it didn’t bother you at all. In fact, it made you more curious about the male. Once he finally lifted his head up to look at you, he flashed you a shy yet bright smile. You swore that your heart fell out of your chest. He’s a good looking guy and you weren’t prepared for this moment since you were currently wearing your favorite Kookie slippers.

“Jung Hoseok. Hope we can be friends,” he spoke, slightly bowing his head.

“The feeling is mutual,” you beamed. “Do you guys need help? I just need to walk Granny back to her home; so, I’ll be able to lend a hand right after.”

“Actually, we’d appreciate that. My wife needs a hand with the kitchen utensils.”

“No problem. I’ll be back soon.”

You quickly ran back to Margaret, who was fiddling with her cane. You told her what had happened and she was pleased. She mentioned Hoseok and you couldn’t stop babbling about how cute he was and how his smile nearly blinded you. Both of you finally reached her new home, giving her a long hug before you left to help your new neighbors.

“And here’s when Hoseok dressed himself up for the first time,” Mrs. Jung smiled fondly as she pointed at the young boy in the photo album.

You almost cooed at the photo. He was wearing blue jeans and a bright yellow shirt with mixed-match shoes. You could see how proud he must have felt by the way he was posing in the photo.

“Oh! Let me show you when he took a bath and he-”

“Mom! I think she’s seen enough,” Hoseok snatched the photo book before she could lay her hands on it.

The pink tint on his cheeks was evident and you let out a soft chuckle. His mom rolled her eyes but spared him the embarrassment for the day.

“Just come after your classes and I’ll show it to you, Y/N,” she winked as she got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen, but she halted in her steps. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”

You looked at the clock and jumped from your seat. You were so immersed in helping their family that you completely lost track of time. It was already a couple of minutes past seven. The skies were dark and the stars were coming out. Is your mom gonna lecture your ass? Yes. Was it worth it? Hell yeah.

“I’m sorry, maybe next time? My mom is gonna kill me for not being home the whole day without letting her know,” you couldn’t help but bow since you knew it was an appropriate way to show how apologetic you were.

“Of course! You’re welcomed here anytime, Y/N,” she turned back towards you and gave you a hug; which you reciprocated. “You were a big help today, you must let us thank you someday.”

You almost wanted to cry at how welcoming and friendly the family was. They’ll never replace Grandma Margaret, but you definitely don’t mind them. You quickly bidded goodbye to Junsu before leaving their house. Hoseok, being the gentleman, walked you to the door. You slipped on your slippers and without thought, you hugged him goodbye. He froze on the spot, unclear of what to do; so he patted your back. You weren’t offended at the gesture. In fact, you found it amusing at how unsure he seemed.

“I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor,” you smiled, before making your way towards your house.

Once you reached your door, you turned back to make sure he headed back inside. Much to your surprise, he was standing by the van with his arms crossed over his chest. He wanted to make sure you reached your doorstep safely. Your eyes locked with one another and he shyly waved at you before he jogged back to his door. You heard his door slam and that was your cue to head in.

What a nice fucking guy.

Just after one meeting, you were already swooned by Jung Hoseok.

School.

You dreaded school.

Just the word school, made you want to throw yourself off a cliff, but that’s not the point. The real question is whether Hoseok is attending your school or not. A small part of you hoped he would be.

Okay, maybe a big part of you hoped.

Just to be clear, you don’t have feelings for the male. You’re simply curious and you wanted to know more about him. You already set a goal for yourself: befriend Jung Hoseok. It doesn’t seem impossible since you’ve already earned the trust of his family. You just needed him to trust you.

You followed your morning ritual: brushed your teeth, washed your face, and combing your hair. Of course, you had to check the weather for today. That’s crucial because you didn’t want to make the same mistake again when you wore a sweater in ninety-degree weather. You unlocked your phone and tapped on the weather app.

“Sunny,” you read out loud.

You were hoping to wear one of your hoodies, but the weather has spoken. You grabbed some jean shorts from your closet and threw on a shirt. The boys at your school didn’t really catch your eye; so, there wasn’t really anybody to impress. Before you head to the kitchen, you wanted a small amount of sunlight to light up your room. You walked towards the curtains and pushed them apart a tiny bit.

“There ya g―Shit!”

You jumped at the sight of Mr. Jung on the other side of the window. Thankfully, he was just talking to his wife. Nothing more than that. You recollected yourself, finally walking out of the room.

It’s only in the movies. Hoseok’s room wouldn’t be the one adjacent to yours. What did you expect?

“Spill. Hot neighbor or not?”

You looked at your best friend with confusion. She literally appeared out of nowhere and sat in the seat next to you while you were just trying to enjoy your snack before the professor walks in.

“What are yo―oh, you mean the Jung’s?”

“Judging by the last name, I’ll take that as a yes,” F/N concluded as she nodded her head.

“He’s cute,” you continued. “I wouldn’t say hot.”

“Just wait.”

Sometimes you questioned her intuition, but you decided to let it go. Hoseok is cute. He is literal sunshine. He has a smile that makes you want to coo at him, not devour his mouth. You decided that he was adorable, not hot. Nothing more, nothing less.

“How’s the progress with your boy, Min Yoongi?” You smirked.

“It’s getting…somewhere?”

“And?”

“We’re getting coffee during our two-hour break in between class,” she explained as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Bro. Just ask him out already.”

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N.”

You scoffed at her comment. The professor finally arrived and you were already falling asleep thirty minutes into the session. You looked over at your best friend, who was watching a movie on her laptop. She looked at you and winked before focusing back on her screen. Instead of doing the same, you decided to leave class to go for a stroll.

The campus was practically empty. You enjoyed the peace and quiet for once. Sometimes the place was loud and bustling with fellow students, but not this time. Placing your earphones into your ears, you continued to walk down the concrete path. Your eyes were too focused on the ground and you didn’t notice somebody walking right into your lane. You two bumped shoulders and you turned to see who it was. 

Hoseok.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t see whe—oh, hello.”

“Hey there, neighbor. You lost?” You asked cooly.

“How did yo—“

“You’re the only person I’ve seen on campus right now. Meaning, everyone’s in class and you’re not.”

“What about you?” He asked, beet red.

“Taking a leisurely stroll, thank you very much.”

He grunted at your answer, but he seemed conflicted. You couldn’t let a lonely person roam aimlessly around campus.

“What’s the room number?” You questioned.

“Oh, um, H-208.”

“Come, come, I shall take you there!”

You began to walk towards the room and he hurriedly followed behind you. The silence between you two was steadily increasing the awkward tension.

“What class is this?” You asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Dance,” he answered right away.

This piqued your interest. A boy who dances? Oh man, that’s like wishing on a shooting star: rare as fuck.

“That’s really cool, not a lot of guys do that nowadays.”

“I’m really passionate about it. I enjoy hip-hop the most.”

The two of you easily conversed with one another. You guys would jump from topic to topic and there was a lack of silence. You were relieved at how quickly he opened up to you. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back. Sadly, the conversation had to come to an end as the two of you reached the entrance of his class.

“Here’s your stop.”

“Thanks a lot, I owe you one.”

“Ahh, it’s no big deal,” you shrugged. “I gotta head back to class now. I’ve been gone for thirty minutes already.”

You turned your heels and began heading back towards your class. You heard a voice, so you turned back around to see who it was.

“Y-You’re fun to talk to and thanks for keeping me company,” he smiled before pushing the door open.

Thump.

“Well, shit.”

“And I said, you need some sugar for your coffee? Because I’m what you need,” your best friend explained.

“You have balls.”

“I’m deter—oh wow, he got some looks.”

You looked to see who your best friend was talking about.

It was Hoseok, leaning against the building while his attention was on his phone. Your best friend wasn’t wrong. You’re surprised that you didn’t notice his black button-up rolled halfway up his forearm or his black skinny jeans that showed off his muscular legs. How could you have missed the important part of his being?

His long wavy hair that fits him so damn perfectly.

Hot damn.

“Hot damn is right.”

“Oh fuck, I said that out loud?”

“Loud and clear,” F/N laughed. “You said he was cute. Now I call bullshit.”

“How’d you know that’s Hoseok?”

“I didn’t, but now I do~!”

You wanted to smack your damn forehead. The two of you kept bickering, but mostly her making fun of your crush for Hoseok.

Wait.

No, it’s definitely not a crush. He’s just a good looking guy who has a heart of gold. You were too busy trying to convince yourself that you don’t like Hoseok to the point where you didn’t notice him walking towards you two. F/N had to smack you out of your thoughts and you were ready to smack her back until you finally noticed him. You immediately put your fist down and smiled at him.

“Y/N! I was waiting for you,” he beamed.

“He was fucking waiting for you,” F/N whispered in your ear; which resulted in your hand colliding with her arm.

“Oh? What for?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“I thought we should walk home together. It would be nice to have someone to talk to,” he offered.

“Take her, please,” F/N pushed you towards him. “I love you, text me when you get home.”

With that, she ran away at the speed of light. Curse her and her running skills. You looked at him while he looked right back at you. How did you not notice his deep brown eyes or his jawline that could slice an iron bar? Okay, exaggerating, but it really seems like it’s possible. Especially for him. Don’t you just hate when friends point out something that you’ve been missing this whole time?

“Ready when you are,” he spoke up.

You nodded and led the way.

“You should come over for dinner later,” he suggested.

Both of you were standing by your front door. His suggestion nearly threw you off, but you definitely weren’t against the idea because you’d be stupid for rejecting free food. Specifically, Korean food.

“Maybe! I gotta ask my mom first,” you answered back.

You swore you saw his smile faltered for a second, but you decided to brush it off and not question it. He watched as you unlocked the door to your house. You couldn’t help but feel nervous. Your heart was beating fast and you didn’t know why. You finally managed to get the door open, so you turned towards him and waved before heading inside.

“W-Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s exchange numbers, so um, you can text me if you decide to join us.”

You blinked once, then you blink twice because you had to process what he just told you. He wanted your number and you weren’t sure about how to handle that. If you get his number, then you can text him anytime you want. Unless he only texts for dinner purposes only. Once again, you tried not to think too much about it. It’s not like you were excited or anything. It’s just a number.

“Yeah, sure,” you said cooly, trying to hide your excitement.

He handed you his phone and you did the same. You both typed in your phone numbers and gave back the devices. You would hug him to bid him goodbye, but after your best friend pointed out how handsome he was, you hesitated. Your heart was doing flips in your chest, but you’re sure it’s not because you have a crush on him. It’s only because he’s a good looking man. Right?

“Make sure to text me,” he spoke up as he pulled you into a hug.

“Y-Yeah, of course.”

He pulled away and headed back to his house. You finally stepped inside your house and ran to your room. Tossing your backpack aside, you sat at your desk and contemplated whether you should join the Jung’s for dinner or not. The sunlight was blinding your eye, so you got up to shut the blinds. Just as you were about to do so, you saw a figure through the other window.

You expected to see the older male on the other side, but you actually saw Hoseok. Not that you had in issue with that. You thought of waving at Hoseok, but that would be creepy because it would look like you were watching him this whole time. Technically, you’re doing that right now. Just as you were about to shut the blinds, you swore you only blinked for a second and his shirt disappeared from his body.

Oh my- fuck.

Your mouth hung open at the sight. The man got a body. He’s so toned that you could just cry. It was pretty clear that God was biased and Hoseok was his favorite, so he gave him the good shit. You weren’t complaining though because you’re satisfied with being his friend.

But do you truly just want to be friends?

The sound of your phone vibrating snapped you out of your thoughts. You picked up the device to check who it was, but it was an unknown number. That piqued your curiosity. Unlocking your phone, you immediately hit the text app and opened the message.

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Sunshine

Hello

You

Did you put yourself as Sunshine?

Sunshine

Yes…

But will you be joining us for dinner?

You

Will the moon and planets be there??

Sunshine

They’re busy

You’re invited to eat with the Jung family

(:

You

I accept, Sunshine

Sunshine

:D

You squealed when he sent that smiley face. That’s so fucking cute. Hoseok’s bright smile was the only thing you could imagine now. You realized you didn’t even ask your mom, but you knew she’d understand. When it came to good looking men, she’s the best wing women out there. In reality, she was sick and tired of your single ass life. What a supportive woman.

Without thought, you grabbed the nearest shirt and changed out of your current one. No one cares about the bottoms, so you just kept on the same shorts that you wore to school earlier. You left the room to inform your mom about your plans. Closing the blinds completely slipped your mind.

You’ve been standing in front of the door for a solid ten minutes now. You didn’t really understand why you became nervous all of a sudden. Literally, a couple of days ago you were fine and comfortable with the family, yet here you are at their doorstep, refusing to push the doorbell. The parents were friendly. The atmosphere was great. They were great. You’re just overthinking. It couldn’t be Hoseok making you feel this way because you’ve only known him for a while. It’s not like you saw him shirtless or anything.

You counted to five and forced yourself to push the button. The sound of the bell echoed through your ears. You waited a couple of seconds and the door flew open, revealing a disheveled Hoseok. Since when did messy hair and heavy breathing look so good on a man?

“Hello, please come in.”

You thanked him and let yourself in. The house was more organized and lively compared to scattered boxes and unbuilt furniture. He led you to the dining room and you saw his parents together in the kitchen chatting.

“Finally! It’s so nice to see you again,” Mrs. Jung beamed.

“Hope you’ve been well,” Mr. Jung nodded.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you smiled.

The four of you gathered in the dining room and sat. Each of them talked about their day. You were fond of the close bond the family shared. Not saying you don’t share that with your family, but it’s nice to see families go through the same thing.

“What do you think of Hoseok, Y/N?” his mother asked.

You nearly choked on your food and ended up having a coughing fit. That question nearly killed you.

“O-Oh, uh, your son is great,” you finally spoke. “Quite the gentleman.”

“Mom, what the he-”

“Barbara’s daughter is single,” she interrupted. “You can thank me later.”

You felt your stomach churn. You could even say that you felt sick.

“I think you two would be a cute couple,” she finished. “Y/N is too good for you anyways.”

This time you nearly fell off your chair. You appreciate the compliment, but never in your life did you think she would ever say that. If anything, you thought Hoseok was too good for you.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you spoke.

“Oh stop, it true. It’s rare to find a girl who helps a family moving in.”

“Well―”

“And you showed Hoseok around the school,” Junsu mentioned.

Wait. If they knew about that, then that means Hoseok talks about you to his parents. You felt some pride swell up in your chest, but he was probably just being nice. Remember, you totally don’t have a crush on your neighbor. Man, your life is a literal movie.

“I think your son is great in his own ways.”

Now all eyes were on you. You felt your face heat up, but you just had to get that off your chest. It wasn’t a lie, you really did think he’s an amazing guy, despite only knowing him for a short period. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one who was red. Hoseok was a tomato.

“You guys shou―”

“And I think Y/N wants to go home! Isn’t that right?” Hoseok explained as he jumped from his seat.

“Y-Yeah, it’s getting late,” you said as you got up from your seat.

You quickly placed your dirty dish into the sink and hugged his parents goodbye before rushing out of the dining room. What the fuck is going on? What the hell just happened?

Once the two of you were alone by the front door, you let out a nervous laugh.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he apologized.

“It’s not a problem. Honestly, my mom is always trying to set me up too.”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was you,” he mumbled.

You didn’t quite catch that, but he’s been through enough for the day. He opened the door for you and you both stepped outside. The stars were out and the moon was a lot brighter today. You were so immersed with the sight. He looked over at you and saw the eyes reflect in your eyes.

Snap.

Ever since your dinner with The Jung’s, you became a lot closer to Hoseok. He would walk with you to and from school, joined you for lunch with your best friend and Yoongi, and he would even come in for dinner. To say that your mom loved him was an understatement. When he wasn’t around, she would call him son-in-law.

You learned many things about the male. He’s a talented artist in many places. Photography, dance, drawing, and more. You were envious of his talent. The little things he did for you would bring a smile to your face. He would send you a good morning text or give you a hug whenever you two depart ways.

Remember how you said you wouldn’t catch feelings?

Too fucking late.

You were in too deep and it was starting to put you in an emotional rollercoaster. Having crushes are fun, but tiring. You have something to look forward to, but when they don’t do something you expect, you can’t help but feel a little sad. Although your friendship with Hoseok was blooming, so was his popularity.

Ever since he won his first dance competition―which he gave you backstage passes―his name spread like wildfire. Nearly every single person knew the name Jung Hoseok. You had to fight off a lot of girls just to be able to meet with him after your classes.

There was a day where you felt sad because you were thinking about Hoseok leaving you for new people. He noticed your saddened mood, so he pulled you off to the side and looked you in the eyes.

No matter who I’m with or where I am, you’ll always be the first person I think of

Ever since he said those words to you, he couldn’t stay off your mind. At this point, it was driving you crazy. Your heart was hurting for Hoseok and you chose to suffer through it.

“Dude, you look lovesick,” F/N blurted out.

You were literally just minding your own business.

“Thanks.”

“I’m gonna call Hos-”

“Don’t you dare,” you threatened; which earned a sigh from your best friend.

“You look miserable,” Yoongi spoke.

The two of you didn’t notice him coming until he sat down next to F/N and said those words. She squealed in excitement and clung onto his arms while resting her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, not helping, fucking love birds,” you muttered.

“Then do something about it instead of moping around.”

You were about to fight Yoongi, but someone sat next to you; which startled you a bit.

“Do something about what?” Hoseok questioned.

“N-Nothing,” you breathed. “Ah look at the time! Gotta go!”

You got up from your seat and left the area. You couldn’t be around Hoseok because your feelings were becoming unbearable. Just being near him was torture. You wish you could kiss his soft lips and be encased by his strong arms, but sadly, this is reality and you needed to get out of your fantasy land.  

(1) New message

Sunshine

Did you go home without me??

):

You

I wasn’t feeling well, sorry.

Sunshine

Feel better (:

You

Thanks.

It was only four o’clock and you didn’t know what to do. Usually, you were still with Hoseok around this time and it felt odd that you were home early. Even your mom questioned why you were back already, but you only grunted in response before shutting the door of your room. You decided to stare at the ceiling until you drifted off into sleep.

You woke up. You look out your window and saw how dark it was outside. Sadly, you didn’t have any notifications on your phone, specifically none from Hoseok, but you didn’t blame him. You did respond to him monotonously and straight out sounded uninterested. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to text you.

Despite taking a nap, you still felt tired. Maybe it was your emotions weighing you down. Honestly, you didn’t really have the motivation for anything; which sucked ass. You couldn’t help but feel like Hoseok deserved an explanation for your recent actions. Could you even bring yourself to send him a text?

Frustrated, you got up from your comfy bed and went into the kitchen to drink some water. You couldn’t help but wonder what Hoseok was up to right now.

Now's not the time to think about him, Y/N.

You let out a sigh and wished that your feelings would fade. You could literally have a normal and happy friendship with him, but your heart says otherwise. Self-blame won’t get you anywhere though. Maybe if you just outright tell him, you could get over this stupid phase. You prepared yourself for the worse.

So, here you are, sitting on your bed at nine 9:34 PM, conjuring up ideas of how to approach the situation.

(1) New message

You

Hey, look out your window real quick

Sunshine

?

Your heart was beating uncontrollably as you held up the sign that said: I like you a lot. You hid your face behind the white cardboard, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment. A bunch of scenarios played through your head, but you only focused on a specific one: rejection. At one point you felt like you couldn’t breathe because all these emotions were overwhelming, but it is what it is. On the bright side, you got something off your chest. It won’t be eating you up as bad anymore.

You looked passed your board to see if he was still looking at you, but he wasn’t standing by his window anymore. You placed the board on your desk and jogged back to your window. To get a better glimpse, you pulled up the blinds and slid your window open. You poked your head out. Much to your disappointment, he wasn’t there at all. In fact, it made you a little angry. It felt like he ignored you.

You were about to shut your window until something grabbed your hand. Fight mode kicked in real fast, so you readied your fist.

“W-wait!” the person panicked. “I-it’s me, Hoseok!”

You lowered your fist down but yanked your hand away from his. You couldn’t risk falling any deeper than you are right now. Hoseok saddened a little at your action, but he wanted to get straight to the point.

“If you’re here to reject me, I would’ve been fine with a text,” you mumbled. “I appreciate that you came all this way to-”

“That’s not why I’m here,” he interrupted. “C-Can I come in?”

You looked at him with conflict. Is he trying to rub salt on the wound? You moved aside to let him climb through your window. Your arms were crossed above your chest because you were on guard. You refuse to let your heart take any more hits. He stood by your window, fiddling with his fingers as if he was struggling to find the right words. Silence filled the room.

“Well?” You asked, breaking the tension.

He looked at you straight in the eye and stood up straight.

“W-Well, I don’t really know how to say this…”

“As I said if it’s re-”

“No! P-Please, give me a moment.”

You saw how desperate he seemed, so you walked over to your bed and patted the space next to you. You felt bad for being cold, so you want to try to help him feel as comfortable as possible. He hesitated but ended up plopping beside you with his whole body facing you. You waited until he was ready. Sometimes you forget that confessions can be troubling for both parties.

“When I first met you, you offered to help my family,” he spoke up. “You didn’t know who we were, yet you still offered.”

Honestly, you didn’t know where he was trying to go with this, but you didn’t interrupt him. You listened intently.

“To be honest, I was shocked by your kindness. You also helped me at school, let me join your friend group, and kept me company whenever we went home.”

“Oh, well, I guess I’m just a nice person.”

“No, you’re more than that,” he butted in. “You think about others without a second thought. At one point, I admired you.”

Now you were blushing. Your mouth was agape because you didn’t think he viewed you in the light. Either way, you didn’t want hopes to shoot through the roof, so you kept your expectations low.

“And well…” he paused; which left you on edge. “The admiration turned into something more.”

“Damn, I knew it,” you sighed.

“Y-You do?”

“Yeah, you want to be best friends. Is this what it’s like to be friend-zoned?”

“No!”

He was getting frustrated and you were flat out confused. You thought you pieced

everything together. Okay, no more jumping to conclusions. You kept your mouth shut and waited for him to formulate his words.

“I admire you,” he continued. “You make me want to be a better person for you.”

Thump.

“I-I wanted to be there for you and when you were sad that one time, you said you were scared I would leave you, something broke inside of me. I wanted to protect you.”

Thump.

“This whole time, I thought was fine with just being your friend, but I was wrong. I’m really selfish.”

Thump. Thump.

“Eventually, I found myself wanting more. I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Wha-”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

“No fucking way, you lyin’,” you were in complete disbelief.

This all sounds too good to be true.

“I’m being serious,” he said sternly.

You didn’t know how to respond. You prepared yourself for rejection, but instead, you get the complete opposite. He never broke eye contact with you, but you could see that he was getting nervous again. You weren’t responding and he began to worry.

“I know you feel the same way, Y/N,” he whispered, smiling.

Now you’re getting flustered. You can’t run away in your own house. Hoseok felt confident. You both shared the same feelings and nothing can stop you two now. Nothing could go wrong at this point.

“Yeah, so?” you huffed. “You want a kiss as a reward or something?”

“Yeah, actually,” he smirked.

Curse you and your fucking mouth. Putting you in places that you don’t want to be in. Well, you don’t mind kissing him though. It’s not like you’ve always wanted to anyways. He turned his body towards you, so you scooted closer to him and made eye contact with him before looking down at his lips. Since when were they so…pink?

“I’m waiting.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but it helped get rid of some of that nervous feeling that welled up in your stomach. Thankfully, his eyes were closed. It would’ve been so awkward if they were staring right at you. He was bouncing in his spot because you could feel the bed shake a bit. You didn’t want to keep the male waiting, so you inched closer and closer. His looks were a bit intimidating up close.

“You can’t back out now,” you warned.

“I wasn’t planning to,” he answered back.

Here goes nothing.

You cupped his face and stared right at his lips. You found it cute that he leaned into your hand a little. He wanted to cherish you as much as you wanted to cherish him. Despite all the stalling you’ve been doing, he was enjoying every single second. All that mattered to him was that you’re there. This isn’t a dream, but it’s reality.

Bringing your face closer to his, you felt his breath hit your lips. He could feel your presence close to his own; which caused his heart rate to increase dramatically. If only you knew how much you meant to him and how badly he’s always wanted for this moment to happen. You both drove each other crazy.

The softness of his lips touched your own. At first, you held your breath in for a second, but you manage to relax into it. What you thought would be a simple peck, turned into open-mouth kisses. As the kisses became more intense, you moved your hands from his face to the back of his neck. He wanted you to be as close as possible, so he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. The kisses you two shared proved how desperately both of you wanted this by the way you held each other.

Just as the two of you were about to pull away from each other, he bit the bottom of your lip and sucked it lightly. He looked at you with lust in his eyes. It was almost scary. But in a sexy way. You could almost feel how much he wanted you, but you wanted to settle down everything between the two of you.

“So…” you trailed off. “What are we now then?”

“Let me ask you out properly before we become official.”

“It doesn’t have to be special.”

“I want it to memorable.”

You felt the heat rise up in your cheeks. Hoseok was determined to make you feel special and he was willing to do as much as he can to prove how much you mean to him. No one has ever bothered to put that much effort into you, let alone being unofficial. Your body moved on its own, and you found yourself embracing him in your arms.  

The weather was sunny, you felt great, and everything was real. Yesterday wasn’t a dream and you realized that the moment you pinched yourself after waking up. Hoseok also sent you a good morning text with hearts surrounding the message. For once, you were having a good morning. The smell of breakfast made your day even better considering how you napped through dinner last night. The table was laid with piles of food and your mouth was watering.

“What’s with the smile on your face?” Your mom asked. “It’s unusual.”

“Don’t wof-ry abou- et,” you struggled to say with waffles stuffed in your mouth.  

“It has to do with Hoseok, huh?” she was eyeing you now.

“Look at the time! Gotta get to class, bye!”

Never have you ran so fast out of your house. The news between you and Hoseok needed to wait because technically, you two aren’t official. Yet. The thought about you two being together, gave you butterflies in your stomach. Right as you locked the front door of your house, Hoseok was already standing in front of your house with coffee in both his hands. He was smiling right at you and you felt the world get brighter.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he beamed. “I got you a little gift.”

“O-Oh! Thank you,” you smiled as you happily took the beverage from his hand.

Walking to school was enjoyable with Hoseok holding your hand and coffee in the other hand. As soon as you got to school, people kept staring, but you were unbothered because all that mattered was that you had him. He was smiling through the stares, but his eyes were mostly on you.

He walked you to your first class and his lips touched your cheek. You waved to him as he headed to his own class. As you sat in your seat, you were ambushed by your best friend once again.

“Bitch! I saw that!” she exclaimed while pointing her index finger at you. She didn’t even bother to sit at her desk. Instead, she stood right in front of you, waiting for an explanation.

“Saw what?”

“Ah! Don’t play dumb,” she countered. “Give me the deets.”

As much as you love your best friend, she can be loud at times because now a majority of the class was looking at you two. You gestured her to lean in closer, so she did. Instead of telling her, you grabbed her ear and told her that you’ll tell her after class. Once you let go, she eyed you while taking her seat next to you. You noticed how her leg was shaking; which you knew meant she was excited.

“So you’re telling me that you pulled a Taylor Swift and it worked?” F/N asked bewilderedly.

You laughed at your best friend's reaction.

“That’s all I gotta say.”

“Honestly, say no more,” she nodded approvingly.  

Dinner was amazing and you still couldn’t believe that Hoseok set it up all by himself, despite your mom wanting to help. The smile on your face wouldn’t go away. You wish you could live this moment forever, but you were grateful that you got to experience it. Hoseok felt accomplished the moment your eyes lit up. He knew that he wanted to make you happy from this moment on.

He led you to your room, ready to watch something on youtube. He already brought extra clothes for himself to get comfortable in. Without a warning, he took off his shirt and you could see the defined lines of his abs. You didn’t realize you were staring until he waved his hand in front of you. Embarrassed, you grabbed a t-shirt, some pajama shorts, and ran to the bathroom without making any eye contact with him. The last thing you heard was him chuckling.

After regaining your posture and successfully changing into comfy clothes, you managed to exit the bathroom with ease. Hoseok was already settled in your bed with his back against the bed frame with his attention on his phone. Who could have known a guy could look so good in a plain white tee and sweats. You hopped on your bed and snuggled into your blankets before taking your laptop and putting on some music. You tried to stay cool despite there being a hot man next to you on your bed. It was pretty exciting.

“I wanna show you a video,” Hoseok spoke up.

You looked up from your phone and leaned closer to him. Instead of playing the video, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled your closer. The heat traveled up to your cheeks and you looked up at him.

“Sorry, it was the only way I could pull you closer to me,” he smiled.

Well fuck.

As he unlocked his phone, you noticed his wallpaper. The person on his phone looked familiar and he saw you staring at his screen.

“When did you take this?” You asked.

“Remembered the first time you came over for dinner? You were looking at the stars and I couldn’t help myself. I had to capture the moment where heaven couldn’t match your beauty.”

He finally played a video of an idol group dancing, but your thoughts were racing through your head. You tried to calm your heart by taking a deep breath; instead, you got a whiff of his cologne. Oh, boy did that shit smell amazing. Without realizing it, your face was practically buried in his chest.

“It’s Kalvin Clein,” he spoke up as he soothingly rubbed your back.

“You can’t call me out like that,” you mumbled.

“As your boyfriend, yeah I can,” he chuckled.

There were butterflies in your stomach. He can’t just say that term so casually. Your heart and soul wasn’t ready for that. You ended up snuggling closer to him and placing your legs on top of his. Now you could see the screen of his phone more clearly, but this time, someone else was having trouble focusing on the video. His body stiffened, but you paid no attention to the subtle action. Hoseok never showed any interest in certain things. Especially the explicit ones. Then again, you both never tried anything.

We’ve never even had sex.

“W-We can if you want.”

“Did I say that out―oh my god,” you wheezed.

You’re totally not embarrassed at all. Blame your hormones. Speaking your mind has been putting you in deep shit.

“I-I mean we can, but I understand if you do-”

“I do, I really do…” he paused. “I was just going at your pace.”

This man is so fucking considerate that it hurts your soul, but that’s not the only thing that’s hurting. Your need for him is more painful.

“That’s hot.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Fuck it.”

You grabbed his phone out of his hand and gently put it on the nightstand. As much as you love being in his arms, you sat up and straddled him. Honestly, you had nothing to lose at this point. You two were officially already and it’s too late to back out now.

He looked at you with wide eyes, still comprehending what just happened. You didn’t wait for him to make a move, so you began to grind down on his cock. His eyes rolled back as he hissed through his teeth. You felt his hands wrap around your hips eagerly, encouraging you to slowly pace yourself back and forth. They gripped tighter as you continued to rub your womanhood onto his member. You could tell that he was holding back his moans in the back of his throat by the way his breathing was unsteady.

“Let me hear you,” Y/N whispered.

You dipped your face into the crane of his neck and kissed him sweetly.

Hoseok looked at the way you rode him, causing his head to throw back with excitement. Finally, he let himself go and let out his stifled moans.

“Keep going,” he sighed, eyes still closed from the undeniable pleasure.

With his size growing in his gray sweatpants, your center became damper alongside him. You two were in sync as the sounds escaped both of your mouths; which then led your hands to trail down his torso, taking the hem of his white t-shirt and tugging it up. Instinctively, Hoseok took your sign and took off his top to toss it onto the floor. You let out a hum of amusement. Before, you had only gotten a chance to see it, but now you had your hands roaming all over his toned body.

“Your turn,” he spoke, mimicking your last action.

You smirked, eyeing the way his fingers fiddled with the bottom of your shirt. But just as you were about to take initiative, he began peeling your own piece of clothing and tossed to the floor as well. You could hear him swearing to himself. Letting out a soft moan, you took your index finger to drag his eyes to yours. He showcased a lovely; yet, lazy smile. With his hair nearly covering his eyes though, you pouted. You wanted to see his gaze meet yours, and that’s exactly what you did. Your fingers pushed his long bangs back, only urging you to kiss him once again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hoseok murmured against your lips.

All you could do was smile in return. You were flattered above anyone else at that moment. Your riding had increased, but his strong hands stopped you for a few seconds. He didn’t have to say much as that point, but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Knowing he heard you, he also chuckled. All you could think was, goddamn.

It only took a second for Hoseok to flip both of you over. Now that he was on top, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, then trailing a handful of wet kisses down your neck, between your breasts, and stopping just above the waistband of your shorts. Your moans were constant; even though you had some moments when you wanted to stop yourself from becoming so vulnerable. His doe-like eyes peered up at you, catching each other’s attention while his lips were still pressed against your sensitive skin.

You could feel the corners of his lips lifting up with a smile. He was satisfied with his doing, and you wanted to let him know he was doing everything right. When you felt the beds of his fingertips curling around the elastic, you threw your head back in preparation for what was about to come. When you could feel the cold air of the room hitting the rest of your bare body, you inhaled sharply. Your feet gradually slide up towards yourself naturally, knowing you had to brace yourself. As soon as Hoseok’s hot breath hit your wet center, you felt the shivers running throughout your entire body. His warm hands wrapped themselves around your thighs.

“Please,” you whined, squirming under his control.

“So eager for my tongue baby girl,” he mumbled.

Just as you were about to respond back, you could feel the wetness of his own mouth touch your clit, causing your head to dig back into the pillow. You swore under your breath and bucked your hips towards him. Trying not to lose yourself, your hand reached down for his and gripped it tightly. As his tongue ran up and down between your folds, your toes began to curl. The wears were unstoppable and clearly neither way he. Even when you can't stop your own hips from moving his mouth didn’t pull away at any second. You could feel the intense bubble in your stomach almost bursting.

“Hoseok,” you moaned.

There was nothing like the way you said the name that turned him on even more. Just as he thought he was going to spare you, he took away one of his hands. You gulped. When you felt his two digits pushing into your tight pussy, you bit the bottom of your lips as hard as you could in order not to make any loud noises. As much as you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs with the amount of pleasure he provided you, there were still boundaries. You had to keep in mind that you were still in your room and a house that was shared with more than one person. But when Hoseok started pumping his fingers in and out of you, he was making it too difficult for you. By the way, you seemed to struggle beneath him, he moaned against your clit. The vibrations sent chills down your spine from the additional euphoric feeling.

“I’m so close,” Y/N whispered with desperation. “Keep going.”

Of course, Hoseok would follow your orders. If he had this reaction out of you, he didn’t want it to stop. It was a reward to already have you to call his very own, but having you finish due to his ability would be a great addition. Just then, he thought to push his index and middle finger deeper inside of you, curling the tips of them every time he entered you. Now that the butterflies were set free in your stomach, your hands reached for the top of his head, not wanting this moment to end.

“I-I’m c-coming,” you stuttered, feeling your pussy clenching around his fingers.

After your release of sweet pleasure, you were panting heavily. You felt like you ran a whole marathon. His fingers and tongue felt amazing, yet you felt incomplete. You wanted his cock badly. No, scratch that, you needed his cock. He did so much for you and you wanted to repay him. It took you a lot of effort to sit up. You motioned him to lie down on his back and he followed your order.

Once he settled on his back, you didn’t hesitate to smash your lips together. Your tongues battled for dominance, but you wanted to get straight to pleasuring your man. As much as you love his mouth on yours, you pulled away and grabbed his wrist. His fingers were still coated with your juices, but you didn’t care. Without thought, you brought your mouth to his fingers. You began running your tongue in between the two digits while eyeing him seductively. Eventually, you sucked on his fingers and rolled your eyes back to give him a little show.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

You smiled at his comment and gave him a quick peck before lowering your head towards his aching bulge. Your hands rubbed his clothed cock and you could hear his breath hitch. Then you traced your fingers around the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers, quickly pulling them down. His dick sprung up, hitting his stomach. You wrapped your hand his thickness and slowly pumped his girth. He let out a moan as you began to pick up the pace. You finally brought your lips to the tip of his cock. You guided your tongue around him, allowing you to coat his member. Finally, you took his entire size into your mouth and his hands immediately tugged on your locks.

You bobbed your head back and forth at a steady pace. Looking up, you saw him biting down on his lower lip. You wanted to hear him. You wanted him to say your name. Without warning, you brought his cock to the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Just hearing him say that encouraged you to go faster. You grabbed his hips to steady your pace. Suddenly, you felt a harsh tug on your hair, causing you to pull away from him. You looked at him with confusion.

“Keep that up and I would’ve came in your mouth…” he paused. “But I want to come inside you.”

You felt your pussy moisten at his words. This man was driving you crazy.

“I’m on birth control.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he smirked.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you down on your back. Before you knew it, he was back on top of you. Refusing you to do any more work.

“You did enough for me, baby,” he spoke as he sucked on your neck.

His easily slipped a finger inside you, causing you to mewl.

“And you’re already so fucking wet for me.”

He pulled his finger out and positioned himself in between your legs. The tip of his cock was right at your entrance, but he wanted to tease you a bit. You watched as he grabbed his hard length and slowly rubbed it against your folds. You could hear the wetness of your pussy as he would insert the tip and take it out. It was fucking torture.

“Hoseok, baby, please.”

“Please what?”

“Your cock, i-inside me…” you stuttered, “Please!”

You begging for him was music to his ears. He hummed in satisfaction. Finally, he inserted his whole member inside you and it was pure bliss. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper, causing you to cover your mouth to muffle your screams. He brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed it in a circular motion. You arched your back, taking in all the pleasure he’s giving you. Another bubble was forming at the pit of your stomach and you didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Hoseok could tell you were on the verge of coming, so he picked up the pace. He was going harder while rubbing your clit at the same time as you were closing in on another orgasm. He felt you clench around him, but that didn’t slow down his rhythm.

“Oh fuck!”

You finally reached your limit and came all over his still hardened cock.

“Hands and knees. Now,” he demanded.

He wasn’t going to let you recover. He positioned himself perfectly at your entrance and slammed himself in you, nearly knocking you off your hands. His balls kept hitting your pussy and you knew he wasn’t holding back. As he continued to thrust himself in you, you felt a hard smack on your ass. You moaned at his gesture, earning a hard pull on your hair. Your neck was bending back as he brought his lips to your ear. His teeth were softly gnawing on the shell of your ear. You were enjoying this too much, clearly, he was too.

“Right there, oh shit,” you moaned.

He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you into him. His pace fastened while your moans filled the room. At this point, you knew that both of you could be heard, but you had no fucks left to give. The only thing you could focus on was how close you two were and the immense amounts of pleasure you’ve both given and received. You could tell that you were getting weaker when your head began to slowly fall into the pillow, but Hoseok wasn’t going to have that. Seeing the way he had you, it was the perfect time to give you no choice. When he had one hand secure on your hip, the other reach around to cup your throat. He had no idea how much you enjoyed the retrain, but when he took a quick glance at your eyes, he knew. Your eyes rolled back, hair messy and mouth open wide, he had you locked. Just how he inched you back, your back was nearly touching his torso. Your posture was in that exact position where you could feel every inch of him inside of you. Again, you could feel yourself coming undone once more. He was just too immersed in his actions that his pace was steady and focused. The slapping of his hips against your ass, both of your heavy breaths intertwining with one another, and the sweat dripping down both of your bodies had a great effect on the great event.

“Fuck- I’m gonna-” he uttered.

“Come inside of me babe,” she interrupted.

His breathing suddenly became unsteady and his thrusts also started to feel messy and slow. With every last pumped inside of you, he paused for a second. With one last hard push, he let out a grunt and satisfied sigh.

“Fuck,” he sighed in relief.

As the two of you collected yourselves, your bodies plopped on the bed beside each other. Even though your breaths were still loud and heavy, you both managed to shoot each other a smile. You helped each other clean up and got ready for bed. You both exchanged a couple of words to each other before drifting off into a deep slumber.

You woke up to a peaceful sleeping Hoseok. His breath was steady with one arm was slung over your waist. In the end, you ended up being with the boy next door. You felt him move a bit before he finally opened his eyes. He looked at you and warmly grinned.

“Hey there, neighbor.”

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the king, a prince and their grand maid duchess

➣ “What of this, have you given this to anyone?” he breathes, thumb still caressing the plush velvet of your lip. Your heart flutters, there’s this nagging voice in the back of your brain that urges to play coy. With any other man maybe you would but with Yoongi it’s different, the voice fades and you find yourself breathing a soft almost silent ‘no’. His thumb ceases its slow trek over your lip, a smirk pulling at his the color of his eyes grows darker at your answer.

❒ pairing: min yoongi x reader, hinted jung hoseok x reader

❒ genre: fluff, slight angst, smut

❒ alternative universe: royals, non-idol verse,

❒ word count: 2.9k+

warnings/disclosures: light angst, light smut, fluff, kissing, dry humping, yoongi is the only true heir, the others are sons of the concubines, king yoongi, prince bts, grand duchess reader, maid reader, her and yoongi have a past, playful yoongi, please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

*REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!* **this fic is exclusively being continued over on my ao3 only**

The soft scratch of the pen is grating to his ears, a sign that Yoongi is growing weary of all the paperwork that comes with ruling the kingdom. He doesn't hate it but he also wished he could push this work onto one of the princes. He’s sighing for what feel s like the millionth time since he sat down some three hours ago. His attendant Sungmin is tired too, tired that the king is being difficult when he’s been king for the grand total of a year. It's not that he doesn’t sympathize with the king because he does but he doesn't understand why he hasn't appointed any of the six princes to major roles in the palace. He’s sure prince Namjoon would be more than helpful in trying to settle a new tax that will lighten the financial burden on the lower class. But alas Yoongi has yet to decide any of that for his brothers.

“What else is there?” Yoongi breathes as he puts his pen down to rub at his tired eyes. The study feels stuffy, the sun is high in the sky and he doesn't want to be here until sundown.

“All that’s left is the Vermillion palace, your majesty.” Sungmin says a furrow to his brow at the topic.

“Really?”

“Yes, we can’t keep putting it off. It’s been a year and any time it’s brought up you say to save it for another day.” Sungmin says vehemently. He wants to bring up more pressing matters than the Vermillion Palace but he doesn’t think Yoongi will take too kindly to it.

“I suppose you’re right. I want it emptied out, reassign all personal to where they are needed, burn all that is left behind. Then have it torn down, summon an architect after the area has been cleared.” He says, expression cold and somewhat detached at the mention of the Vermillion palace.

“But your highness, where will the concubines live?” Sungmin sputters, baffled at the thought of the other princes’ mothers thrown to the streets so carelessly.

“Send word to the princes, if they wish to keep their mothers in their palaces they may and if not they are to do as they please.”

“If I may, your highness, where will you keep your harem if not the vermillion palace?” Yoongi’s glare is cold, colder than before, a look he’s never seen, especially not directed at him.

“I will lie with my queen and only the queen. The late king chose to lie with other women but I will not so I do not need a harem. If the next king chooses to do so then so be it but during my reign I will not take concubines as war prisoners or any other form.”

“I shall send word to the princes then.” Sungmin mutters taking note to inform the princes of the changes to come.

“Good, now leave and send for her.” Yoongi sighs, relaxing into the plushness of the chair he sits on, the grin that tugs at his lip is hard to miss.

*

There’s a knock at the door, one that had the grin at his lips stretching wider. He gives permission to enter and he’s happy to see her even if she’s wearing the maid uniform of the royal palace.

“You called your majesty?”

“Always ‘your majesty’, it’s never Yoongi anymore.” he chuckles watching attentively as she has yet to bring her gaze up from the floor.

“That would be improper, your majesty, how could a maid to the royal palace dream to address his majesty so casually.” she simpered a smirk tugging at her lips.

“I see, then how are you today Grand Duchess?” he asks, mirth coloring his tone. He watches amusedly as your head finally moves, gaze meeting his in a glare, brows pinched together at the mention of the title.

“I am not the Grand Duchess.”

“But you could be, the title is yours to take.” he quips gaze alight with glee.

“It is also my brothers, I have no need for a title.” His lips fall from the easy smile into a firm line, ‘I know’, he thinks because he does your father the only Grand Duke of the kingdom had willingly offered the title to either of you under the condition that should you ever take it you’d be wed to someone reliable who’d help lessen the burden of overseeing a dukedom.

“Do you remember your debutante ball?” he says instead choosing to redirect the conversation.

“Oh god, not this again.” you laugh hands coming up to cover your face. You look just as stunning in the plain black dress, your hair has been pulled away from your face in a ponytail, he wonders briefly if your hair is longer and still as silky as it looks.

“Yes, this again.” he teases.

“I can't remember who was more surprised by your attendance, your brothers or the ladies debuting.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You can’t have been so blind to the ways all the other noble ladies fawned over your presence.”

“If you insist, I only had one lady in mind. What I would give to see you in a proper dress again.” he sighs wistfully.

“You’re being very bold your majesty, and you see me in a dress everyday.” you giggle hand covering your mouth as you do so.

“The palace uniform is inadequate. I mean a real dress, one made of silk with an embroidered bodice in the colors of the royal family.”

“Is this you saying that you’ve finally decided to search for a queen consort?” you ask tone falling into something soft, not a single hint of affection. One that came with years of grooming to withstand the harsh life of a noble. The one you used when speaking with strangers who were too friendly with you. He did not like it.

“I don’t need to look for one, I have already chosen a consort. Do you remember what I told you all those years ago?” he whispers moving to stand, his legs protesting at the sudden change.

“I do,” you breathe, gaze falling to his desk, “I still don't have an answer.”

“How much longer must I wait?” he starts, then falls silent.

"I don't know.”

“Do you mean that? Do you really not know?”

“Yes, you are in your prime, your majesty it’s why I have urged you to look for a queen consort.” you mutter.

“As are you, why waste your life as a maid to the royal family when you could be Grand Duchess? Wouldn’t you rather spend your time at social gatherings and tea parties with friends?”

“I love the royal family. I will always love them as my own but I have no need for the title, I don't need it.” Yoongi laughs, something so cold almost mocking it makes you shiver.

“You can have the title of Grand Duchess but don’t want it. I offer you myself and the title of Queen and you still have yet to decide if you want it. I told you years ago that I would wait, and I will, if I have to wait many lifetimes then so be it, but I will wait until you are ready to give yourself to me as I have been since you were fourteen.” he says. Your hands have tightened their hold on the skirt of your uniform, fingers turned white at the grip you have of the soft cotton. There’s always been something about Yoongi that made your usual composure crumble, as if he knew which cracks to poke and prod until you were falling apart.

“I will not be Queen only in name -”

“You won't, - ”

“- and I will not stand by as my husband lies with other women who will grow heavy with his children.”

“- because I don't plan on having a harem.” he mumbles rounding the desk to stand before you. You want to move away from him, because being this close to Yoongi never ends well. The heat of his body seaks yours, as if searching for its lover. It’s just your deprived mind you reason, as he moves closer his breath now skimming over your cheeks the hint of mint from his earlier tea present as it washes over you.

“What do you mean?” you whisper.

“I will take no concubines, when I have my queen I will need no one but her. She will be the only one to bear my children. She will be the only one I lie with, the only one I will give my everything to.” Heat swirls low in your belly, a feeling you’re familiar with when in the presence of your king. Yoongi has only grown more handsome since you were fourteen and he’d asked for your hand in marriage, he hadn't cried when you’d stayed silent like you thought he would. No, he smiled promising he could wait because he was a patient man. It was laughable really since he’d only been two years older than you then, the moment ruined as his rambunctious brothers came crashing down on one another from hiding behind a pillar near the garden he’d lead you to. Were you really allowed to believe you could have it all, have him? Surely there was a trick, nothing came that easily.

“Who are you assigned to?” he asks, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Pardon?”

“Which of my brothers do you serve?”

“Prince Hoseok, but why do you ask?”

“Hmm, have you given yourself to anyone?” he says instead, as you sputter to put words together.

“N-no, Yoongi!” you say on instinct the only two words that have come to mind when bombarded with such an intrusive and private question. You almost want to stomp your feet and yell at him for daring to ask a lady that, especially you of all people!

“I was the only true heir to the throne, when my father was on his deathbed.” Your brows come together knowing how much he’d cared for his father despite the slight contempt he held for him. “He could’ve chosen any of my brothers to take the throne, Hoseok would’ve made a good king.” he says, a hand grasping your hip as heat rushes to your face, the warmth settling just beneath the skin heating further as a palm moves to cup your jaw. The slow drag of his thumb across your lower lip pulls your attention. The heat in your belly swirls further pooling in the apex of your thighs, his eyes are half lidded, the rich pools of chocolate darkened to one you recognize easily. It's a look you’ve bore witness to since the two of you have begun this game of tiptoeing around the other. Friends you’d said once but not quite friends either bordering along the lines of something more, something you’ve always been too afraid to touch.

“What of this, have you given this to anyone?” he breathes, thumb still caressing the plush velvet of your lip. Your heart flutters, there’s this nagging voice in the back of your brain that urges to play coy. With any other man maybe you would but with Yoongi it’s different, the voice fades and you find yourself breathing a soft almost silent ‘no’. His thumb ceases its slow trek over your lip, he smirks a the color of his eyes grows darker at your answer.

“Hoseok would’ve made a good king,” he says again leaning in the slightest bit “he would’ve been quick to whisk you away and make you his queen, but I have never been good at letting people take what’s mine.” he growls slanting his lips to yours the feeling familiar. This isn't your first kiss, not with Yoongi anyway. Your first one was when you were fourteen and had shared stolen kisses throughout your life thereafter.

It was innocent at first, just a peck, a soft press of his lips to yours and then as you got older it grew more desperate. His hands tugging you closer as you hid in the apple orchard. It was the introduction of tongue and teeth that always left your breathless, the high collared dresses you wore in the sweltering summer heat of the capital to hide the marks he’d left the last time you’d seen him. Thus vowing to never wear any dresses that exposed too much skin when visiting him again!

This time reminded you of the last, his grip hard as he pulled you into his body, his hips pressed tight to yours. His tongue poked at the seam of your lips pulling a whine from deep within you as you pressed impossibly closer to him. He’s taller than you remember your arms loop around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, your fingers tangle in his hair soft against your skin. You tug on it experimentally, a growl tickles your lips before he pulls away. The whimper that comes is involuntary, your body has betrayed you as your arms refuse to let him move even an inch away from you. He chuckles nipping at your lip softly before turning your bodies so that he can lift you easily to sit at the edge of his giant oak desk.

“Is this okay?” he rasps pecking you once, then twice as his nimble fingers skim the hem of your skirt. It’s just like last time the voice says and you nod once because this is more than okay. He’s more than eager to push your skirt up, slotting himself in the space between your thighs and pulling you forward to feel him. You gasp, thighs twitching as his manhood presses to your heat the trousers he wears do nothing to hide his growing desire. The black hosiery you wear is too thin as it grows damp your arousal soaking through your panties.

Yoongi thrusts into your heat, hands dimpling the meat of your thighs as he pulls you closer, rutting into you as if it’ll be the last time. It will be, the voice says, tauntingly reminding you that the first time he’d touched you like this was years ago, reminded you how shame had colored your gentle love stricken heart and had made you stay away from him. Your mind is racing body falling into the steady rhythm Yoongi has set. The hushed tone of his groans spark something within you a shaky whine slipping past your kiss bitten lips. His breath ghosts over your cheeks as he murmurs your name, the fog that clouds your brain is dense, so thick all you can manage is choked gasps. The half words that slide onto your tongue near incoherent babble as the feeling mounts. Yoongi’s grip is tight, trying desperately to angle his hips so that you can really feel him, all of him.

The sweet desperate lilt of your voice keeps him grounded, reminds him that your purity is still intact and he would rather die than take it from you like this. He’s not sure why it turned out like this, he’d only meant to tease you, and yet being able to have you even like this is truly a blessing. Like this he’ll be able to picture what you’ll be like when he can really feel all of you, to truly have you after you have given yourself to him. Your ankles have locked around his hips, the desperate pleas fuel his hunger, squeezing one of your perfect breasts pulls the sweetest high pitched whine from you. A sound he’s much too eager to swallow as he repeats the motion slotting his lips to yours once more as you squeal, oh she’ll be the death of me, he thinks, feeling the press of your hips into his.

“Yoo-yoongi, o-oh, plea-please, oh!” you wail legs twitching around his hips, tightening around him enough that he can no longer pull away from you to avoid his end. Your hips have yet to still, rolling softly into his as he continues to rutt into you with a strangled groan. The fog on your brain has begun to clear, now taking note of the way your panties stick to you uncomfortably. Yoongi’s warmth pressed close, he’s heavier than you last remember, broader too, he’s yet to say anything and fear peaks into your consciousness. Your hands lie limp at your sides though they ache to touch, to feel the heat of his skin, maybe he’s hiding more beneath the shirt, you want to see, you want to feel, you want Yoongi. But you're still not ready, it’s a harsh reality that drowns the warmth you had felt moments ago in chilling waters.

“Stop that.” he sighs, moving to stand, hips still neatly snug between your thighs.

“Stop what?”

“Stop thinking so hard, I meant it then and I mean it now I will wait for you. Just don’t hide from me again.” a sad look colors his features as he says this, reminding you that you hadn’t been the only one affected by what had happened all those years ago.

“I won't.” you whisper rather petulantly tugging a smile onto his lips. He helps ease you from your position against the desk sliding the hem of your dress down over your hips. Your legs are shaky as you stand smoothing some of the wrinkles out of the fabric as he watches diligently.

“I should excuse myself.”

“Is that so, eager to return to Hoseok are you.” he asks around a smirk.

“No, I am still a maid, your majesty.” his smirk falls, eyes narrowing at the loss of his name.

“Fine, you may leave but do not expect to remain in Hoseok’s care forever.” he reminds you as you turn on your heel.

“Of course not my king.” you say closing the door but not missing the way his cheeks color at the term of endearment

[super-btstrash-posts]

Surprising Them On Tour

Seokjin

You had seen quite a few fan cams of your lovely boyfriend, Jin, and he had been looking more and more sad lately. You decided to talk to Namjoon and he said that Jin was really homesick and missed you a lot. You had talked to the manager and he immediately was all for you coming to surprise Jin. You decided to come for their tour dates in France and stay until the end of the tour since you had finished up your semester at school and had a while before the next one starts. You immediately booked your ticket and started packing everything since you wear leaving in two days.

“Last call for the flight from Seoul to Paris.”

You jumped up when you heard that. You had almost missed your plane! You were daydreaming about going to see Jin and hadn’t even heard the first announcement. You quickly made your way to the gates and handed in your ticket and passport. You were stamped with where you are going and make your way to the plane. You find your seat and get comfortable. You knew that it was going to be a long flight. You plugged in your headphones and turned on your favorite music and tried to get some sleep considering your flight was early in the morning and you hadn’t been able to sleep the night before because you were too excited. You ended up actually falling asleep with the soothing music coming from your headphones.

You jumped awake when you felt a hand placed on your shoulder. You pulled your headphones off and looked around. You saw that people were getting off of the plane. You thanked the person that had woken you up and left the plane. You messaged the manager that your flight had landed and they were going to send one of the bodyguards after you because they wanted you to be safe. You grabbed something to eat from the coffee shop and waited for the bodyguard to show up. You smiled when you saw the familiar face of Namjoon’s bodyguard. I guess they sent him to keep Jin from catching on.

“Did you have a nice flight?”

He asks as he takes your bags.

“I got some sleep in. I was too excited to sleep last night. I couldn’t wait to get here.”

You say with a giggle.

“I’m glad you are here because Jin has gotten snappy lately. I think he has really missed you.”

He says.

You frown a little. It was very unlike Jin to snap on the bodyguards and the staff. He must really be having a hard time since this is the first long tour that he has had while the two of you had been dating.

“The boys have the day off today so you and Jin will be able to have a lot of time together. Everyone has been really worried about him lately.”

He says.

You got the hotel and you were given an extra keycard to Jin’s room. You knew that would probably be where he was but you were hoping to surprise him either way. You waited impatiently in the elevator, tapping your foot. You could hear the bodyguard chuckle. The elevator finally came to a stop and you immediately ran to the room that the front desk had confirmed to be your boyfriend’s. You inserted the card and it made a low beeping sound. You walked inside and smiled when you saw your boyfriend asleep on the bed. You walked over and gently brushed his hair out of his face. His face crumpled into a frown and you lightly giggled. You leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

“Y/N? Why can’t be here? Your cuddles are better than Namjoon’s”

He whines.

You smiled.

“Are you going to wake up, sleepyhead?”

You whispered into his ear.

He immediatley shoots up in bed.

“Y/N?!”

“Yep, that’s me.”

You say, chuckling.

“Am I dreaming?”

He asks.

“Nope. I’m really here. I saw some of your fan cams and you looked so sad and I talked to your manager and he agreed that maybe I should come so here I am.”

You say.

He grins and pulls you into his arms in a tight hug.

“I’m so glad that you are here. This is the best day ever. How long are you staying?”

He asks.

“Now until the end of the tour. I finished up my semester in college so I’m free for a while.”

You say.

“I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

He says, burying his face into your shoulder.

Namjoon

You could tell by the pictures that the boys had been posting on Twitter than Namjoon was stressed. After all he is the leader of the group and the boys relied on him a lot. He was the only one that is fluent in English so he had a lot on his shoulders. You had called and talked to the tour manager and to Mr. Bang and he agreed that you should fly out to go and see Namjoon and try to help him take some stuff off his shoulders. He knew that you were also fluent in English and you could be a translator for the boys. They didn’t think anything of it when the translator had went on maternity leave. You immediately agreed. Mr. Bang booked your ticket and you would be heading out to LA and staying on tour for a few weeks. You are a novelist and it worked out nicely for you. You could easily write your book and email it to your publisher. You quickly packed and you were on the first red eye in the morning at two in the morning. You set your alarm for one and got some sleep. You woke up and took a quick shower and blow dried your hair and decided on a pair of black leggings and one of Joon’s big sweaters. You knew it would be warm and comfy. You got in the company car that had been sent for you and you were drove to the airport. You got checked in and it was time to get on the plane. Despite your insisting it was okay, you had been booked a ticket in first class. They wanted you to be as comfortable as possible on the almost 12 hour flight to Dallas where you would then fly to LA and the tour manager would pick you up. You had finally arrived at LAX. You saw one of the tour managers holding up a sign with your name written on it when you finally found your suitcase. They took you out to the rental car that they have. You climbed in the back as they put away your suitcase. You were mesmerized by your surroundings. You got to the hotel that the boys were staying at and it was huge. You of course had went on tour with BTS before but after you started being a best selling author, you didn’t really have time to go on tour with them anymore. That was four years ago in 2014. They definitely didn’t have the chance to stay somewhere as nice as this one. You followed the tour manager to Namjoon’s room and he gave you a keycard. You opened the room and Namjoon was with his back facing you, typing away at his laptop. You could tell that he was doing some song editing for his mixtape. You walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“Hey there.”

You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He immediately turned around in his chair and stared at you with wide eyes.

“When did you get here?! I didn’t even know that you were coming!”

He says.

You giggle.

“That’s the point. It’s a surprise. I just got here. I couldn’t help but to notice how stressed you looked and I talked to the tour managers and Mr. Bang and they agreed that I should come out here. They want me to help with translating. So I’ll be here quite a while. I’m caught up on my work so I’ll be able to spend a lot of time with you.”

You say.

He buries his face into your belly.

“I am so lucky to have someone like you. I love you so much. I can’t believe that you are here.”

He says.

“I love you too. I’m going to be here as long as you need me.”

You say.

“In that case, I will need you here forever.”

He says, showing off his dimpled smile.

Yoongi

You woke up to your phone notifications going off like crazy. You knew that it was probably something to do with your boyfriend, Yoongi. You two had a huge fight right before his tour started and he stayed the last night before the tour at the dorms after you made him leave. He had accused you of some things that you would rather not think about. You opened your phone and saw that the fans were all sending you a link. You sighed and hoped that it wasn’t another website that was dedicated to how much the army hates you. You click the link and it brings you to a video that was posted on Twitter.

‘Poor Yoongi! He cried during his part in The Truth Untold! He couldn’t even finish! Namjoon had too while Jeongguk comforted him.’

You watched the video and he started choking up as soon as he started. You couldn’t help the tears that fall down his face as he whispers that he is sorry and covers his face, turning away. You sigh and place your phone down to the side. You got dressed and attempted to apply some makeup to cover up the dark circles from not sleeping. Looks like you and Yoongi are both struggling. You drive to Big Hit and request to see Hitman Bang as Jin would say. You finally reach his office and he opened it as soon as you reached up to knock.

“I’m guessing that you saw the video as well?”

He says.

You nod.

“Yeah.”

You say, tears filling your waterline.

“The boys told me about the fight. It seems to be weighing heavily on Yoongi’s mind. They say that he is drinking heavily and only sleeping when he has time off. He doesn’t eat or anything. It’s been three days. He can’t go on like this. I want you to go to him and work things out. I don’t know what exactly happened but I want you to go and talk to him. I’m not going to ask what it was about because I care about them and their privacy.”

He says.

You nod and play with your fingers.

“I would like to talk everything out. I overreacted.”

You say.

“Good because I have already booked your flight. You leave tonight at 9. You should get home and pack. Take a nap. You look exhausted.”

He says.

————

You sighed as you walked off of the plane. One of the staff would be picking you up and was going to carry you to the hotel that they were staying at. You just hoped that Yoongi was sober. You don’t want to try to work things out if he is drunk. You make it to the hotel and the staff gives you the key to his room. You walk inside and you find him asleep. His hair is messy undoubtly from him running his hands through it. There’s traces of the brown mascara that they had used the night before were in streaks on his cheeks. You walk over and gently brushed a hand through his hair. He unconsciously leaned more into your touch.

“I’m so sorry baby. I was so so so wrong. You do care.”

You say.

“What are you doing here?”

You heard Yoongi ask, his voice hoarse.

“I came to apologize. I haven’t been able to sleep in days. The boys have been worried and honestly so have I. I’m so so sorry Yoons.”

You whisper.

He gently tilted your chin and placed a light kiss on your lips.

“You have already been forgiven baby. I just felt so terribly guilty that’s why I drank, why I cried.”

He says.

“Well, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can’t get rid of me. I love you so very much.”

You whisper.

He smiles and brings you into another kiss.

Hoseok

It was Hobi’s birthday next week and you wanted to surprise him while he was on tour. You had talked to all of the managers and they agreed and that’s what brought you to where you are now, on the airplane to England. You were excited because you haven’t seen each other in person in four months. It made you upset that you had to stay back home due to school. You had finally gotten some time to yourself and you decided to go and see him.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

The cab driver asks.

You smile and nod your head.

“We will get to the hotel in about ten minutes. It’s not far from here but there’s some traffic. Where are you from?”

She asks.

“I’m originally from America but I moved to South Korea to go to a dance school.”

You say.

“Ah, a dancer. That must be nice. What brings you to England?”

She asks.

“He’s on a work trip and his birthday is coming up and I decided to surprise him.”

You say.

“Well, I think that you would definitely win girlfriend of the year.”

She says.

You pulled in front of the hotel and you pay her off and bid her goodbye. You walk into the hotel and the tour manager was waiting downstairs for you. He handed you a keycard and told you the room that Hobi was staying in. He knew that Hobi was in Namjoon’s room with the rest of the boys celebrating. You wanted to be waiting when he came back from there. You set down on the bed and got comfortable. It wasn’t long before the door opened. Hobi squealed at the top of his lungs when he saw you lingering on his bed. He ran over and pulled you into his arms.

“Jagiya! What are you doing here?! Did you really make this plan up all by yourself?!”

He asks.

“Yes I planned this all myself. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. I also wanted to tell you in person that I got the solo in the show that is coming up. I have a solo in my graduation performance and you will be able to come because it’s after tour.”

You say, grinning.

He squeals again and hugs you tighter.

“I’m so proud of you. I can’t believe that you are here. The boys got a cake in Namjoon’s room if you want some. I actually just came back here to grab a hoodie because Namjoon keeps his room freezing.”

He says.

“I would love to have some cake and celebrate with the rest of the boys.”

You say, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

He grins and you walk into the boys room.

Jimin

You smiled as you ran over the keys of the piano that Jimin had in the corner of his room in the dorm. You were staying there for a while. The fans had found your apartment and you couldn’t leave or even enter it. Jimin wanted you to stay at the dorm since he was unable to be there to help. He is on the Love Yourself tour. You wanted to go but since your relationship had just recently went public a few months ago, the staff didn’t want anything to happen. You noticed a piece of crumpled paper under Jimin’s desk and you picked it up. ‘Promise’ was written across the top. You could see multiple scribbles and marked out things on the page. That’s why Jimin had been so frustrated with it. You tucked the slip of paper into your own songwriting notebook and kept it there for safe keeping. You wanted to help him with it. He had some good lines and you didn’t want the entire thing trashed. You decided that you wanted to go to the show that they had at Citifield. It was one of the biggest stadiums that they would be playing. You had managed to get a ticket in the front row from the management to begin with. You hadn’t expected to even find the unfinished and trashed song.

——————

You pulled the hat on your head a little farther down and the mask you were wearing a little higher up. You were going to take off both of them when he came closer to you. The concert was coming to a close and Jimin finally came close to you but he dropped down low and tears started to fall down his cheeks. You felt terrible and immediately pulled off the hat and mask and held up the sign with the one line that stuck in your mind the most ‘I can be your light’. Jimin immediately noticed and saw that it was you and he cried even harder, reaching out his hand to hold yours tightly. You smiled and the boys helped him pull you onto the stage. He wrapped his arms around you and cried into your neck as the boys and the fans awed. The sea of army bombs turning purple showing their love. You stay on the stage as the boys finish their last few songs. The boys danced around you and you couldn’t help but to smile when Jimin leaned in to give you a gentle kiss to the lips. The show finished and the boys and you were ushered off the stage.

“How did you get here?! I thought you were busy and that the staff wouldn’t let you come.”

He says.

“For one, I got here by a plane. For two, I got the tickets before the tickets even went on sale. I wanted to come to this show because this show is the biggest stadium yet and I am so proud of you. Also, I found this and I wanted to maybe finish it with you.”

You say, showing him the lyrics on the crumbled paper.

“I knew that you had found that crumbled ball of paper when I saw the sign. That’s okay though because I am so happy that you like that line. You always said that I am the light in your darkness. I would be more than happy to finish the song with you. There’s nothing that I would love more than that.”

He says, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

The boys surrounded you in a group hug and Jimin pulls away from you with a giggle and his cheeks got red.

“I love you.”

You say.

“I love you too more than I will ever be able to express.”

He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear.

Taehyung

The boys were in America for promotions and tour. Hitman Bang wanted you to go and visit them on set because Taehyung had called and begged him. He had told him no because it would be a distraction. Little did he know, you were on your way to New York with Tannie by your side. It hadn’t been your intention to bring him but his parents were also going out of town and they weren’t able to bring him and all of Taehyung’s friends were busy. You were okay with it because Taehyung had been texting you about his baby all week. You knew that he missed him so you were going to bring him. You get off the plane and you were escorted to the building where they were hosting a vlive. You put Tannie down and attached his leash to his mesh vest. You followed the sound of the boys goofing off and talking about their album ‘Persona’ that had just dropped. You walked into the room.

“Jagiya! Tannie!”

Taehyung yelled, running after you.

The cameras was immediately pointed two the both of you. You could hear the boys talking about how sweet it was that you had come and surprised him. You went back to the table that they were answering questions at and Taehyung immediately pulled you into his lap and Tannie was taken by Yoongi. Taehyung snuggled his face into your neck and left a few kisses there. You knew that he was overwhelmed with emotion because he wouldn’t talk that much. He answered the questions but you could tell that he is emotional. You were right when you felt his tears falling on your shoulder. The staff called for a break and you pulled Taehyung into the dressing room and into your arms. He completely fell apart.

“I can’t believe that you are here. I’m so happy.”

He says.

“I wanted to surprise you. Your parents were going to keep Tannie but they were also going out of town and they couldn’t take him with them. I thank that just added to the surprise though.”

You say.

“It was an amazing surprise and I can’t wait to spend more time with you. It feels like I haven’t seen in you in forever.”

He says.

He then brings you into a kiss. You smile and pull him closer. Before it could go to far, there was a knock on the door and Namjoon was telling him that he was needed back on set. You walked back out and the tables were moved and you and Taehyung had mics attaches to your shirt. You smiled when you noticed the pillows and blankets on the floor. You knew that it would be a more chill live now. Tannie happily climbed into Taehyung’s lap and curled up, going to sleep. You were happy and Taehyung was more than happy.

Jeongguk

You being an idol yourself, you and Jeongguk were no stranger to having a long distance relationship. When you weren’t on tour, he wasn’t and you were working on comebacks and he was on tour. This time your group had announced that they were going to go on vacation as you hadn’t went on vacation since you debuted. You were so excited to surprise Jeongguk while he was on tour. It would be the first time that you would be able to see the band perform live. They were going to be interviews all day and then they would have a concert that night. So you were going to hang out in the hotel room that you had gotten and waited it out. You decided to watch a movie to wait until it was time for you to get ready for the concert. You then quickly changed into black skinny jeans and one of Jeongguk’s tshirts. You pulled a hat over your hair and a mask went across your face. Your bodyguard walked you down to the stadium and you pulled your ticket out and told your bodyguard that you were good to go. You pulled on your VIP pass which would let you go backstage after the concert. You were finally waved through and you found a spot standing in the crowd. It wasn’t long before the lights dimmed and the boys were onstage. You grinned when you saw your boyfriend dancing around and having a good time. You have to admit, you really held off to long on coming to one of their shows. You found yourself jumping and singing along to all of their songs. Jeongguk came to the area that you were standing and you held your breath hoping that he would not recognize you. He didn’t because you had actually dyed your hair that morning and hadn’t sent him a picture of it yet. The tour was over and you waited for one of the staff to come and get you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, correct?”

The bodyguard asks.

You pull your mask down and give a nod. He leads you back stage with a hand hovering behind your back in case one of the other fans recognized you. You stood in line and waited for your turn to sit in front of the boys. Jeongguk was second so you knew that you would at least have to keep your mask on for that long. You sat in front of Tae and his eyes widened when he recognized your eyes. You motioned for him not to say anything.

“You must have traveled a long way.”

He says.

You softened your voice and made it sound different.

“Yes, I came from Korea. I wanted to come but the only tickets I could get were for here.”

You say.

He signs the picture you had bought and you were ushered along. You got sat down in front of Jeongguk and gently pulled your mask off. His eyes widened and he jumped over the table to pull you into his arms. You giggled and hugged him back just as tight. You could see the other boys grinning as you embraced Jeongguk. You gasped when you felt warm drops of water falling onto your skin. You gently cup his cheeks and lift his face up.

“Why are you crying?”

You whisper.

“I’m just so glad that you are here.”

He whispers.

After he got cleaned up and his makeup straightened out, he pulled your behind the table and into his lap. He held his arms tightly around you as he interacted with the rest of the fans that were in line.

[be9rhee]

Two Opposite Poles / Yoongi

Pairing: slytherin yoongi x hufflepuff reader

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Everyone knew that you and Yoongi were completely different. You were a social butterfly with a bubbly personality. He, on the other side, was an introvert who was talented at intimidating everyone, which is the main reason you didn’t want to come in contact with a person like him. Though after the black-haired boy gets hit by a bludger, you begin to think that opposite poles might be able to attract.

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever au posted here! I usually write for myself and never post any of my work, but I’ve been so obsessed with bts x harry potter lately, and after reading a couple of aus I’ve decided to write some myself ;-; I hope you like it! If I make mistakes, please forgive me, as English is not my first language.

P.S: I forgot to save the changes for the draft and lost a good amount of this and almost started crying :’)

Just a teeny tiny bit. . .

You carefully took a bite out of your energy bar under your desk, praying to God that Professor McGonagall won’t see you. Lunch was just ‘round the corner, but you didn’t get to eat much at breakfast, and your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. So you took an energy bar out of your bag and started munching slowly.

Soo good. . .

“Miss L/N!” Professor McGonagall asks on a loud tone, startling you so bad you hit your head on the desk, making you moan in pain at the contact. “What are you doing there?”

Your brain quickly thinks of a good-enough excuse before it was too late. “I, uhm. . . I dropped my pen!” You say in your defence, though your half-full mouth doesn’t help you much. The whole class starts laughing upon seeing you get caught for eating during class.

“And I suppose you stopped for a bite half-way?” The woman raises an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile of her own. You hurry to finish the remaining food in your mouth before leaving hour head hung low in embarassment.

“I apologize, Professor McGonagall,” you start, hoping she won’t take off house points. Hufflepuff was so close to beating Slytherin to first place, it would be a shame if there’d be a bigger gap because of you. “It won’t happen again.”

“Next time, control your appetite until lunch, Miss L/N,” Professor McGonagall advises you, turning her back to the class and continuing her lesson. A few laughs could still fadely be heard in the class.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you drop your head in your arms, trying to hide away the embarassment. You usually never disturbed classes, but you knew that you had food on you, and the urge was so big—

You felt someone staring at you. And God, it suddenly felt so cold in the Transfiguration classroom. . . You raise your gaze, scanning the room to see who the culpit was. And suddenly, your eyes lock with someone you were surprised to see. A few tables in front of you, in the corner of your eye, Min Yoongi, a slytherin boy that was the same year as you, was deeply staring at you.

And as you stared back, he didn’t urge to look away. With a questioning look, you continued to look at him until Professor McGonagall requested for the whole class to write down the next piece of information she was about to give us about today’s lesson.

Weird. . .

You obviously knew who Yoongi was. Basically everyone in this goddamn school always compared the two of you to the other. “Wow, Y/N is so cheerful and Yoongi is so cold,” they say. “They’d make a great couple!”

You never usually understood the last part. Why would the two of you make a good couple? You barely spoke a word to each other. The only times you had interacted with him was whenever Namjoon, your best friend, met up with him while you were present. You had a lot of mutual friends, though you couldn’t consider yourselves friends.

The bell wakes you up from your thoughts, and you hurry to gather your things and blast into a sprint towards the Great Hall, your stomach still protesting.

In your hurry, you accidentally bump in a couple of students, and when you turn to apologize, you notice that one of them was none other than Yoongi. Great, he was staring at you again. That cold stare of his, one that sent shivers down your spine.

Gosh he really was intimidating.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stutter, standing frozen for a couple of seconds before remembering what you were meant to do. Right, lunch. So you gather the power to escape the boy’s aura that had you trapped like a bird in a cage, and sprint to the Great Hall in your second attempt.

There, you hurry to dig into the food available, joining Hoseok and Taehyung, your other friends who were also in the same house as you. The boys were talking about their next Quidditch match, which was against Slytherin, when you dropped in a seat beside them.

“Missed anything while I was away?” You ask, not even bothering to look at them as you guide a chicken leg to your mouth. Hoseok and Taehyung watched the sight of you devouring you food in awe before answering.

“We have a huge problem!” Hoseok whines, making fake crying sounds. For the sake of your friends, you stop eating for a second. “Oh? What happened?” You ask, curiousity getting the best of you.

“Woojin is utterly ill and we have no seeker for tomorrow! This is a disaster!” Taehyung cries, sitting back in his chair, sighing deeply. For a second, you thought the two of them were pulling a scene on stage. You try your best to hide a smile, for the sake of not hurting their feelings.

As you guide a spoonful of mashed potatoes to your mouth, Hoseok suddenly stands up, his chair making a loud screeching noise which startles you so bad that your precious mashed potatoes meet your cheek instead of mouth. You mutter a profanity under your breath as you grab a tissue to wipe the food off your face. Instead of mashed potatoes, you favor your glass of water.

“Y/N,” he turns to you, a dumb smile doninating his face, “aren’t you fast on a broom? What do you say?” He suggests, a spark of hope glistening in his hazel eyes.

The water in your mouth almost erupts like a fountain upon hearing his offer. “Me? A s-seeker?” You scream in disbelief. Heads turn upon hearing the loud sound. Crossing your hands over your chest, you shake your head in disapproval.

“Please! You are our only chance! It’s just this game! We only need you for one game!” Hoseok cries, clapping his hands together and falling on his knees. “Hoseok, what are you—“

“We beg you, Y/N!” Taehyung joins the red-headed boy, doing the exact same gesture. “I’ll give you the Marauder’s Map for a whole week!”

“And I’ll wash your robes and convince Namjoon to do your Arithmancy homework!” Hoseok throws his offer on the table as well. Now the whole Great Hall was curious to see what the hell was going on at your table, eager to find out if it was a fight or a confession.

But, to their disappointment, it was just two idiots trying to win you over.

And to spare the three of you more public embarassment, you decide to give up. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you say, almost as a whisper, but loud enough for the two to hear.

“YES! THANK YOU!” They both scream in unison, starting to dance and pulling each other into a hug, cheering in victory. You could feel the stares of so many people that you lean in your seat, almost falling under the table as heat rushes to your cheeks, the exact same thing that had happened less than half an hour ago.

Soon after, the two sit back down and return to their meal, acting like they didn’t just cause a scene a couple minute before. Why were you even friends with such idiots? But you answer to your own question as your lips curl into a smile. They were just too funny.

“Wait, hyung,” Taehyung suddenly starting, sipping on his pumpkin juice. “If Y/N is our seeker, that means she’ll have to beat Yoongi-hyung.”

Y-yoongi. . .?

Gosh, you had completely forgotten that he was Slytherin’s seeker. Not only that, but he was a really good one. . . It was settled then. You were no match against him.

“If he’s the seeker, then I’ll be as good against him as no one,” you sigh, stuffing the last piece of chicken in your mouth. Why did they even ask you if they knew—

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Y/N!” Hoseok sweetly says. “With your swift and motivation, I can bet that the golden snitch will fly directly in your hands!”

“You just have to catch it, sweetheart,” Taehyung says. “That will secure our win. That’s all we ask from you!”

It seemed so little, but it felt like so much to ask for. . .

.

.

.

Why were you here?

That question had lingered in your mind for the past week, ever since you started training for the Quidditch match. And after a whole week’s worth of training, you thought you were in a pretty good place, but that still didn’t make all the fear of screwing everything up go away.

On the third day of training, you managed to catch the golden snitch for two times, and that’s when your streak started. The next day, three times, the next one, four, and so on. And the first time you caught it, your heart filled up with joy, because being a seeker is probably the most important position on a Quidditch team, and the fact that you were able to do that. . .

Wow.

You felt complete.

You try to wipe the confident smirk off your face as you fix your gloves on your hands. You and the team were in the locker room, a few minutes away from the beginning of the match. 

“You can do it, sunshine,” Hoseok crouches in front of you, throwing an encouraging smile. “Thanks, Hobi. I still feel like I’ll do a shitty job,” you confess, your gaze falling.

“Stop saying that. You’re really good. You were great even before training started. I’m sure you’ll do a great job today, even if we don’t win.”

You can’t help but blush at his encouraging words.

Just then, Madam Hooch storms into the locker room, telling you all to get ready to go out on the field and start the game. You took a last deep breath before standing up from your seat, broom in hand.

Taehyung and Hoseok find way to both of your sides, each placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“We believe in you,” they both say in unison before the doors slide open.

In front of you appears the Quidditch pitch. All bleachers were full with students, everyone present to watch what was predicted to be the hottest match this term. You felt every pair of eyes piercing through you, making you feel uneasy. But you tried to push the bad emotions away. You needed confidence tonight.

“Our first team is Hufflepuff, with the most sudden replacement! Please welcome them and their new seeker for the night, Y/N L/N!” Kim Jongdae, the commentator, screams into the microphone, the crowd following his instructions.

They cheer for your team, for you.

To know that more than a hundred people were rooting for you felt extreme. It felt big, and it surely warmed your heart.

“And their opponent for tonight, this season’s favourite team. . . Slytherin!” Jongdae cheers once again, and so does the crowd as the slytherins enter the field. 

You look through your opponents, searching for one particular black-haired boy. And there he was, behind Park Jimin, his face expressionless, as always. His eyes lock with yours for the second time today, and the second time ever. His stare pierces through you, and you try to not show the fear that was slowly but surely taking over you.

“Players, mount your brooms!”

All fourteen do as instructed, and when Jongdae screams ‘Ready, set, game!’, you all blast off into the sky.

Your first plan is to go as high as anyone and start scanning the pitch, in hopes you’d spot the golden snitch. And after a couple minutes, you see it flying around the Ravenclaw bleachers, so you fly as fast as possible to get to it.

“Not so fast, replacement,” you hear a deep voice behind you, and before you know it, Yoongi passes by you, trying to reach the golden snitch before you. Replacement, you say? That was his nickname for you?

“It’s just a game. Let’s not start insulting each other,” you scream through the wind, deciding to be a pacifist. Yoongi turns his gaze to you, smirking.

“You’re such a Hufflepuff, it makes me vomit.”

“Thanks. You’re a good Slytherin yourself,” you say back, proud of yourself. Because of your small bickering, the two of you lose sight of the golden snitch, and surely Yoongi isn’t quite happy with that.

The boy growls in annoyance, flying off to God knows where. You ignore him and start going around the pitch once again.

"Oh Sehun of Slytherin scores once again! Seventy-fifty for Slytherin!" Jongdae's voice echoes, ringing in your ears. He sure had an interesting voice. . .

The golden spark catches your eye in an instant now, and before you know it, you and Yoongi are back at each other, trying to catch the golden snitch.

"I can't lose to a beginner," he huffs, leaning in to reach for the small ball. You were pretty high now. You try to push him away from the snitch. "It seems today is not your lu—"

You don't get to finish the sentence as a bludger smashes into your arm so hard that it pushes you off your broom. "No!" You scream in despair and notice Yoongi stopping in his tracks to look at you falling.

As you were falling, you manage to pull your wand out and yell 'Accio!', your broom coming to you as fast as lightning. Before you meet the ground, you mount your broom once again.

Phew, that was close.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi comes beside you, the slight show of worry making you feel weird. Though you decide to ignore it. "Yeah, I guess," you reply, an awkward tension building up between the two of you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry for not protecting you!" Hoseok flies to you, pouting. "It's okay. Go back! Get your head in the game!" You yell, adrenaline getting the best of you.

A couple more attempts later, you decide that this was the final straw. You were better than to try and catch it for over five times. This had to end. Not only were you getting tired, but you were also getting sick of the repetitive routine.

Yoongi was back at being first to try and catch the golden snitch, and you were ready to do anything to stop him and steal it, securing Hufflepuff's win.

You quickly glance to your left, thanking God for your good reflexes.

"Bludger!"

You point your broom down and dodge the dangerous ball, catching speed and taking advantage, your grip tightening around the golden snitch.

You almost fall off your broom, happy that it had finally ended.

A scream full of joy runs off your lips as you feel the golden snitch in your hand, the whole pitch screaming, except for the Slytherins. You quickly land, and soon, your teammates join you, hugging you tightly.

"I knew you could do it!" Taehyung says, quickly wiping a tear off his cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N!" He adds, ruffling your hair. All you could do was giggle like an idiot, overwhelmed by the amount of love you were getting, as well as the joy that was building up inside of you.

"Out of the way! This is an emergency!"

Madam Pomfrey's irritating voice catches your attention. You turn around, curious to see why she was present on the field. But then, your eyes land on the famous black-haired boy that laid on the ground. Worry overtook you.

Apparently, the bludger you had dodged had hit Yoongi in the head and made him fall off his broom, but luckily it wasn't from too high up. Maybe five meters, if not less. But still.

You and your six other friends —who were also Yoongi's— hurry to see if he's okay, but Madam Pomfrey puts a hand out, making you stop.

"I expect not to see you in the hospital wing until after he's woken up! Jesus!" She whines, sprinting off with the unconscious boy and Headmistress McGonagall to the hospital wing.

You didn't even realize that he had gotten hurt because you were so caught up in your win. Now it didn't even feel like a win anymore.

But why were you so marked by Yoongi's injury?

The question remained in your thoughts while you waited for him to wake up. It was probably the fact that he showed worry when you fell, and you wanted to get back at him. You felt like you owed him one, since you ignored him getting his head smashed by a ball.

That should have been it. .

.

.

"Why are you doing this? Is there something going on between you and I didn't know?" Namjoon asked, flipping through his Alchemy book. You had always envied Namjoon for being absolutely intelligent, hence he was able to take classes that he was meant to take in the sixth or seventh year.

"No. I just feel bad. You know how I am," you replied, doing your Transfiguration homework. It was the afternoon after the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You had gotten information that Yoongi had woken up some time in the night yesterday, but he decided to go back to sleep.

"He asked me if I was okay when I fell off my broom, but when he got hit, I was so caught up with the win that I forgot about him and I feel bad for acting like that."

Namjoon came beside you, pinching your cheek. "Our sweet Hufflepuff," he cooed, the appearance of his dimples making you smile slightly. "That's really nice of you. Maybe this way you and Yoongi hyung could start being friends."

You couldn't imagine befriending someone who was the completely opposite of you. It felt weird. But, in all honesty, you always took the chance of making a new friend.

Which is why after classes, you make your way to the hospital wing. Today, hence you accepted Taehyung's and Hoseok's offer to be Hufflepuff's seeker for the night, you were in the possession of the Marauder's Map. So early in the morning, you sneaked into one of the tunnels that lead to Hogsmeade.

You didn't know what Yoongi liked, so you bought a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Assorted Sour Strips and two Chocolate Frogs.

You could only hope for him to not get diabetes.

You knock on the door, Madam Pomfrey greeting you with a forced smile. "Dear, what brings you here?" She asks in a sweet tone.

"Good evening. I'm here to see Min Yoongi," you announce, trying to talk as quietly as possible.

"Wow, such a popular boy! His friends have been going in and out all day today!" She laughs, motioning you to come in. "He's the last one on the left. Have fun, sweetheart."

You nod and make your way to the said bed, trying to stop your heart thumping at your chest.  And there, you see the famous jet-black-haired boy, who was in his bed, reading what seemed to be a book about ghosts.

You take a deep breath.

"H-hi, Yoongi," you stutter, his head turning your direction as your words leave your mouth. He raises an eyebrow, probably surprised by your sudden visit.

"Why are you here?"

You try not to take it in an offensive matter, though the fact that you've heard that question for so many times had started to annoy you at last.

"Uhm. . . I'm here because I feel bad for not checking up on you when you were injured, since I was so busy with winning the match. And I'm sorry, so I'm trying to make it up to you."

"You don't owe me anything. You can go."

You close your eyes for a second. "You see, I went to Hogsmeade really early today and got you all kinds of stuff. . . I thought maybe you'd want them."

You take the sweets out of your bag, placing them on his nightstand. Then you dare to take a seat on the bed, surprising not only yourself, but Yoongi as well.

You search through your bag once again, pulling out a piece of parchment. "This is a summary of today's classes we have together, as well as the homework we got. Are you well?"

One thing you learnt about Yoongi that instant is that his other default expression was the one of confusion. As you look at him, you try your best not to chuckle at his funny face.

"Honestly, I was supposed to leave two hours ago, but Pomfrey's beds are surprisingly comfortable," he says after a good ten seconds, stretching his limbs.

That's when your lips curl into a small smile. "Well, I'm glad it wasn't too serious," you reply, putting the parchment on the nightstand as well. "Now, out of these three, which one would you like to devour first?" You ask, smiling.

Yoongi stands up, scanning the sweets. "How did you know I like sour candy?" He asks, picking up the bag of Assorted Sour Strips, his eyes going big.

"Well, who doesn't?" At that, you both burst out laughing, but quickly shut up, an awkward tension building between the two of you.

So you start eating the sour strips together, neither one of you saying something.

What's with the sudden closeness you had with Yoongi? It was like you've been friends for a long time, when in fact, today was probably the first time you had exchanged more than one word.

"Would you like to play the game with Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" You suggest, grabbing the box. Yoongi groans, staring at you deeply.

But this time, you don't feel your body freezing.

You feel it warming up.

"Fine."

And so he stands up again and you move closer, opening the box. "Do you think we'll be able to finish the whole thing?" He asks, yawning. He has been sleeping all day but he was still sleepy?

"I don't know, but there's only one way to find out," you smirk, throwing the first one in your mouth carelessly.

For the next half an hour, you two try out the beans. Honestly, it was you mostly laughing at Yoongi for getting bad flavors.

"This isn't fair, Puff! Why are most of mine bad ones? Did you curse the box or what?" He asks, groaning in frustration. You continue giggling like a maniac, catching Yoongi smiling while looking at you from the corner of your eye.

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

The last two beans laid on the bottom of the box. "One last bean to endure," you announce, taking one for yourself, the boy doing the same.

Yoongi counts to three before the both of you throw the beans in your mouths. You start chewing, immediately feeling like getting ill.

"Dirty sock!" You scream in utter terror.

"Buttered popcorn!" Yoongi yells in delight, an evil smile forming on his face, looking at you in victory. You could bet your face was looking disgusted as ever right now, and the fact that a boy was seeing you in this state made you uneasy.

"What is this fuss going on here?"

Madam Pomfrey's voice makes the both of you turn your heads. "Mr. Min, weren't you supposed to leave a long time ago?"

"I—Uhm— Oops?" He mutters, eventually getting out of bed. "I'm sorry. I'll get going now." He takes his bag, the parchment and the chocolate frog from you. "Let's go, Y/N."

He takes a hold of your arm, dragging you along. Your heart starts racing for an unknown reason as you leave the hospital wing. You didn't know where Yoongi was taking you, but as you started going down the stairs to the basement, you figured it'd be either the kitchens or the Hufflepuff dorms.

"Well, thanks for walking me to my dorm," you say, fidgeting with your fingers. "I guess I'll see you a—"

"Thanks for stopping by and for the sweets," he cuts you off, leaning on the wall. "And I'm sorry I called you a replacement and all that. I get really competitive when it comes to Quidditch," he mutters, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You smile at his attempt at apologizing. "It's okay, Yoongi. And I enjoyed spending time with you eating jelly beans. We should do this more often. You're different than I thought."

"Different? What did you think of me?" He arches an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

"Well. . . I'm not sure if you know, but almost everyone in school likes comparing us, saying how hyped I am and how cold you are, what a social butterfly I am and you're and introvert and things like that. Whenever you stared at me I could feel my whole body freezing because God you have such an intimidating stare," you say, your gaze falling to your shoes.

"But you proved me wrong. You don't seem as cold and intimidating as everyone says."

It was dark in the hall, though a torch was subtly lighting his face, and you notice his cheeks turning crimson. And then, you started studying his handsome features. You had heard girls drooling over his appearance, but you had never gotten the chance to see for yourself from up close.

Your eyes lock. And that's how you both start staring at each other for what seemed like a lifetime, but it was just for ten seconds.

"Uhm. . . I s-should head inside," you stutter, pulling your wand out. "Yeah, y-you should rest," he replies. And so you hit the barrel at the entrance in the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff. The door opens, but just as you were about to enter, you hear Yoongi's voice again.

"L-listen, Y/N. . . Since tomorrow is Saturday. . . W-would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade and spend our time at Honeydukes?"

The way he stuttered only filled your body with warmth.

"Sure. I'd love to," you say before closing the door behind you.

On the other side of the barrel, Yoongi began walking to the Slytherin tower, trying to wipe the smirk off his face.

All these years you've known about each other's existence, there was never something more than that. Yoongi wasn't good at making friends, hence he was only close to six boys. Together, they called themselves Bangtan.

But even if you weren't friends, that didn't mean that Yoongi didn't know about you. About how popular you were for your amazing personality. Every place he went to, it was impossible to not hear about that 'cute and sweet Hufflepuff girl'.

All the times he was staring at you was because he simply enjoyed looking at you. You were always smiling, and somehow, that warmed the boy's heart every time.

"Hyung?" Yoongi heard his cousin's voice as he entered the Slytherin common room. "Where were you? You were supposed to be discharged four hours ago! Did something happen?"

"Don't worry, Jiminie," the older assured, throwing himself on the couch. "I got caught up with something." As his words escaped his mouth, he couldn't help smile upon thinking about you.

That only made Jimin arch his eyebrow in curiosity. "Or should I say someone?" The silver-haired Slytherin suggested, a grin planting itself on his handsome face. "Say, is it the first time you're happy a bludger hits you, hyung?" Jimin smiled.

Obviously caught in the act, Yoongi pulled off a mad look.

"Shut up before I turn you into a chipmunk."

. .

You didn't know why you were so nervous to meet up with Yoongi today.

It wasn't like he asked you on a date. It was just a hangout between two people who are trying to befriend each other.

Right?

You slide your feet into a pair of black ankle boots, finishing today's look. You've decided to keep it simple today, wearing a plain shirt and a matchy skirt, hiding them under your long coat. Today's weather forecast announced a good temperature, considering it was the end of February.

"Where are you going, Y/N?" Your roommate enters the room, noticing you all dressed up. "Uhm, I'm going out to meet with someone," you reply, watching as Hoseok starts watering his plants.

"Oh? Is it perhaps a date?" He curiously asks, wiggling his eyebrows. You can't help but giggle. "I don't think so?" You say, unsure of your answer. "It's Yoongi. I think we're finally becoming friends."

"Right. Friends," he turns around, hiding his dumb smile. All the Bangtan boys knew about Yoongi's crush on you. It seemed he had finally built up the guts to do something about it.

"Well, I hope you have fun!" He happily says, pulling you into a quick hug. You greet your friend goodbye and leave the Hufflepuff dorms.

Two hours ago, your owl delivered you a letter written by Yoongi, suggesting you guys meet on the train to Hogsmeade at exactly 11:30am. Fifteen minutes before the meeting time, you start sprinting down the corridors.

When you get to the train station, you quickly hop into the train and start looking for him.

Of course, he was in a compartment on his own, looking out the window. You smile and open the door, greeting him. He turns to you, a smile of his own forming on his face. A small rose was in his hands, surprising you as he reached to give it to you.

"Ready to start our date, Puff?"

[pffbts]

Hey loveee, can I request for an imagine where yoongi tells me what this year could just be another year of suffering,but only good things will come out of it? I hope this doesn't sound to werid or bad or anything, it's mainly for comfort if I were to be honest with u. Love u!!

―genre: fluff; angst; crack.

―characters: yoongi x female reader | no supporting character.

―w.c: 2.6 K

―author`s note: on the eve of the day before turning 19, i somehow felt connected to this request – somehow it felt close to heart. thank you to the beautiful anon who requested this. i hope i can touch you through my words. consider this as my birthday treat for you! much love

[11:53 PM] [the sakuras scattered under the wholesome night sky filled with stars for a new season, someone under the warm fuzzy blanket squeezes another`s]

― as usual, the warm baby blue coloured blanket smelled of you. yoongi`s face contorted to a smile getting born under the board daylight through the windows of his room. he called each night with you an unfinished business due at some corner of his existence. this was difficult. time has always been difficult with min yoongi. taking a toll on his words and thoughts, he flourishes in the thoughts that he might try again, just for the sake of you. getting up and on reflex feeling the strain of his neck, yoongi groaned at the warm sunlight which suddenly felt like balls of fire against his pale skin.

he couldn`t be too forward with you but he wanted to try again – try telling you that this new year that awaits for you will come in terms of normality. he wanted to wish that this year of 19 would turn somehow better than ever. this is the year both of you are graduating from school and as the seasons greets, soon you`ll be in some university probably away from each other.

he searched for his phone to catch the time. it read 08:45 AM. shoot, yoongi hissed, he has already wasted a number of precious hours lying on his futon thinking about skin damage and anxiety of being around you.

while taking a warm shower, yoongi started washing the skin of his hands, his chest – half of his face got clouded when he heard an imaginary you clutching onto your stomach and laughing at his skin treatment. ugh, what do you understand about skin treatment and keeping things clean? mindlessly, he showered successfully.

walking out of his house, he was greeted by a cloudy sky and the floating of the cherry blossoms in the air.

“so tomorrow`s spring, huh?”

yoongi looked to his left to find you in your long tracks, blue t-shirt and a cap, kicking the closest cherry blossom tree at its base. sighing internally, yoongi wondered, how can someone like you be born on the starting of people`s favourite season – spring?

“yes! aren`t you relieved?” yoongi started, walking towards you.

“not exactly. it`s just another season.”

of course, you wouldn`t be excited. yoongi knew it all along. it was just for a second he thought you might answer something different this time. after all, it`s your 19th birthday the next day which also according to this year`s calendar schedule is the starting of spring.

“we don`t have to suffer the extreme cold. that`s a relieve factor.” then, sizing up his thoughts, yoongi proceeded with the next words, “but someone here likes the cold too much, i guess.”

“yoongi.”

“yes, yes. i know. don`t get so worked up.”

typically as long as yoongi`s vivid memory goes, you were not completely this cold all the time. not until the death of your parents in a plane crash came down on you. it`s been exactly ten years since your 9th birthday that you`ve heard the heart-wrenching news of their death. before that very day, you were just like any other girl of the neighbourhood who liked flowers, who liked tying her hair in pretty braids. yoongi recalled how you loved the french braids the most. you were just like any other person who liked wearing the traditional outfits for any special occasion. you were like any other person who waited for spring to come because then you also get to celebrate it along with your birthday.

but the 9th year of your life made your world upside down and you ran back to your room waiting for a storm to come and blow you away. you walked away from yourself, from being any other normal human being. you started cutting your hair off, wearing boyish clothes, threw away your pretty sandals and opted for sneakers and vans. slowly, you erased everyone`s memory of the you which they saw growing up since the baby days.

10 years later, you`re still the same and the only one who accepted you for what you were and for what you became was yoongi – the next door boy who grew up along with you, going to the same class in the same school.

yoongi tried saying it every year during this time that the next year will bring something different. but every time he did he would get the cold shoulder from you in return resulting in his successful failure. the spirits of spring sigh every year at his efforts and showers his front yard with cherry blossoms just to console his aching heart.

“yoongi?” a hand which previously looked like fog started becoming clearer in front of his vision. jumping on his feet, yoongi shot a stunt look at you. “where are you, yoon?”

“earth.”

“better. i thought you teleported yourself to Neptune.”

suddenly yoongi realized, the still presently aged 18 years old you have started walking with your back facing him at a distance.

“wait! where are you going? wait for me!”

yoongi ran. as fast as he could to catch up with the same story he writes each year. this year he wanted you to remember that things do change and when they do, the sun won`t suddenly feel like the sun, instead, it would feel like the planets have gathered up for a casual visit with you. when it happens, he`ll always go back to you even if it breaks his heart.

*

“next spot – karaoke!” a red-faced, half-drunk in soju yoongi announced. sipping the regular coke from the straw, you shook your head disapproving of his plan in silence.

even though his face dropped, he demanded an explanation. then he told you to forget about giving an explanation instead he started lecturing you about how you`re just wasting the youthful days of your life and that you`re already someone in their 60s. then he proceeded to tease you about how your grandparents with whom you live at present are much more joyful than you.

slamming the cup of coke with a force on the spot of the table in front of you, you got up from your seat and pointed a strict finger at the middle of your friend`s brows.

“because unlike you, min yoongi, you`re still living the life.” pulling the finger away, you stared into his wide feline-like eyes, “consider me dead at this point, hun. i`ve been dead for the last ten years, okay? don`t try to do something that`s universally impossible to gain.”

stories. min yoongi has been writing stories for a long time. each year he tries to erase half of their sentences and joins new words to make up for all the things he missed out the previous years. every year he collects sakuras and tried to make it into something of some shape. but then your words strike his motive and he realizes, sakuras are not clay and even clay can`t form any shape if we don`t have waters.

somehow he wants to talk it out with you. but every word that gets thrown to the air in-between both of you, they build up to that moment of rebel where they break apart from your force.

the view in front of him turned into a fog but his ears were still untempted and so he heard the loud, frantic footsteps of your boots on the wooden floor retreating back to the exit and slowly as the sound fades in the air, his vision clears and he finds himself with his forehead resting against the table, his shoulders shaking.

“boys don`t cry, yoon!” a seven-year-old you once said that to him when yoongi fell on the gravel path while coming home from school and got a scratch on his knee. the blood which was seeping out looked too bright on his pale skin.

yoongi`s fist slammed the table beside his head and he felt the warm tears overflowing from his eyes. you always had it wrong. min yoongi always cried because somehow he still couldn`t find how to save you. he has been a useless human being in your life. maybe, maybe it wouldn`t even matter. even if he leaves the town, maybe you`ll not even miss him.

so he cried. if he`s the one who should be crying in that case then he will.

*

yoongi ran back to you – his eyes red, his emotions out of line and the stories flying here and there. tonight as the town closes in for the preparation of the new season tomorrow, he wants to let you know everything. everything that he has to build up till to this day. he is going to throw all his intuitions and his old, crappy stories. he`s going to write to a new verse, new poems celebrating them with you, even if that mean it would receive silence and empty gaps of air from you.

pulling out his phone from his pant`s pocket and almost stumbling into his room, he texted you to come over. this could go anywhere, yoongi knew this very well. but he still went for it.

after the longest ten minutes in the world, you came into his room and sat Indian style in front of his bed, your shoulder blades pressed against the mattress and wood. a half-asleep yoongi got up from his place in bed and sat there facing the same wall, almost mimicking your posture.

“if you called me to confess about your deep-shit feelings for me, then let me inform you, i`m not into dicks.”

yoongi squeaked at this new out of no-where information from you.

“you`re gay?” lunging forward yoongi tried reading your expression which was really difficult as it was only moonlight in his room. “when did this happen?”

“i`m kidding, idiot.” you replied, your voice sounds like it`s already bored telling the same thing repeatedly.

“thanks jesus. you almost gave me a stroke.”

yoongi, suddenly remembering what was his initial plan, he jolted up, sitting back straight and cleared his throat, “anyway, you can somehow call this a confession too but it`s not anything romantic just so you know.”

“yes, i remembered saying that i would cut your dick off if you ever leak your romantic juice on me, so i guess i can trust you on that.”

jeez,  yoongi squeezed his eyes shut for a second, this conversation has already turned into a dark fiction. he just wanted to stay true to his feelings and not get threatened of getting his dick cut off. this girl, he sighed.

“i just…just listen to me out, okay?” he started still questioning. why was he still questioning himself? he didn`t know obviously because he has always been the bad one in accepting the reality, i guess. “i`m not saying this because you`re turning 19 in one hour.”he knew, he just knew that you had glanced at the digital clock sitting on his cupboard pushed against the same wall both of you were facing. not even giving himself a chance to smile, he continued, “i`m just telling you that, you`ll probably suffer a lot this year. maybe this year pain will come in many different ways – much different than the way it had always come at you, at us. but you must know that there will always be a sunray trying to battle its way through the dark clouds. there`ll always be a flower which will bloom in the sidewalks just to let the passerby know that they exist too.”

“let`s just say that we will definitely suffer a lot and that we will cry a lot. maybe not you. maybe it will mostly be me, but i`ll cry a lot. i promise even if it`s for both of us. i hope you know that there are some people in your life who still wants you to live and exist like any other person in the world. i want to tell you that you`re not dead to me, instead, you`ve always been more than alive to me than anyone in my world. of course i love you. i love you a lot to not let you suffer alone because just know that anywhere you go, i`ll go with you. if you find solace in your washroom, crying silently then i`ll be there on the other side of the door, crying with you. if you ever want to laugh even if it is all silly and not needed, i`ll laugh with you.”

yoongi`s voice rose with each passing second, his voice almost grew numb at the choice of words and the emotions that they carried but then he felt light in his chest. for the first time this year, on this last hour of pre-spring, last hour of his friend`s 18th year, he wasn`t making up white lies instead he was overflowing with emotions. he could almost feel himself floating in them.

you, on the other hand, were scared. you were scared for yoongi`s next words and mostly scared to look at his face. because you believed that if you stare at him now, you will lose your sight. he must be glowing right now. he must have become the brightest thing in this room right now and you were scared for the first time to meet his eyes.

“so, yes. i love you, a lot. maybe you`ll get a boyfriend after you leave for college and then a husband after that but this fool right here will always love you and it`s not romantic, okay? you understand? this is not romantic.”

yoongi didn`t even put you in the seat of mercy. he just let you be what you wanted under his gaze and when you got up from your place, screaming, your face tainted with overflowing warm tears, you hit him hard everywhere you could. falling against his bed, both of you cried like there was no tomorrow. you cried with everything that you got. it was like giving birth to a new life, it was like chicks hatching out of their shell – you felt the pain seeping out of you and another set of lungs being replaced in place of the old ones cause they couldn`t function. they weren`t capable of the pain that shot through you.

*

the clock on his cupboard read 11:53 PM. seven minutes and it will be a new spring. a new day, a new year for the person soundly sleeping beside him, your head resting on the expanse of his chest, your hand resting on the side of his right cheek and another entangled with yoongi`s. the blankets lost the battle to you and to min yoongi, the new cherry blossoms that fell in his front yard looked like heaven`s call for a year that would bring the best spring of your life.

at the end of the day, you are the only spring that matters to him.

[jjkpls]

The Scamps (m) (Harry Potter!AU #3)

> genre : smut, some sort of fluff i guess idk

> pairing : min yoongi x reader

> words : 3.3k

> warning : bad bad language, spanking, derogatory terms

> Min Yoongi (Slytherin, 6th yr) Children behave That's what they say when we're together And watch how you play They don't understand

/The Harry Potter!AU Masterlist/

"Could you tell me of what use chizpurfles can be ?"

"No." Silence overtakes the room. The majority of the class is not really surprised by the answer Yoongi gave, or even by the insolence his indifference transpires. But the new Professor of Potions, Professor Delaney-Podmore, has obviously not been briefed about Yoongi's character.

"You ca-can't?" Professor Delaney-Podmore blinks hard behind his thin glasses. There are droplets of sweat visibly slipping along the side of his forehead. Yoongi is not moved though.

"No."

"What a fucking idiot..." The Professor turns around so fast, you'd think he's standing on a spinning wheel. He stares gravely at you, eyes threatening to fall out of their sockets, break his lenses and roll on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Miss-"

"Cause you know?" Yoongi asks, attention driven now to you with an animation glinting in the gaze. Even his voice seems to finally come alive; you can hear the harshness and the coldness shading his tone.

"Well, I'm not the one who's been asked to answer, am I?" You singsong with a nasty side grin. Your head, chin stuck in your palm, tilts to the side, eyebrows raised high in mock wondering.

"Then why don't you just shut the hell up?" He is fired up now. You can tell by the little shrug his head does, ever so slightly, as he glares intensely at you. Everybody is watching the scene unfold with terrified excitement. They love to see those outbreaks you two have quite often since it's a great source of entertainment. That being said, they're never too comfortable as if scared that the tickling bombs you two are might, unexpectedly, burst in one of their faces.

"I'm sorry if I can't stand you making me waste my precious time by being a fucking moron."

"MISS!" Professor Delaney-Podmore finally explodes, all attention fixating on him. His face red and look haggard, the young man is visibly trembling. "This behaviour is unacceptable. I-I demand you to stop now or you'll have to leave my class." You don't really flinch under his gaze. He looks too unsure. If Yoongi can't get you to shudder, probably no one can. You know to be reasonable though. Especially since your goal has been accomplished -you've wakened up the old man. Therefore, you simply shrug and keep your mouth shut, your eyes following Yoongi's small form sauntering through the classroom, back to the seat behind yours.

"Shut the fuck up." Yoongi mumbles before you can even open your mouth, loud enough for you to hear but discreet enough so that the whole class and Delaney-Podmore don't divert their focus back on you two.

"Dickhead."

Taehyung, eyebrows frown, observes Yoongi smirking contently to himself. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, to ask a question, to just express his confusion but the words just won't come out. He has a lot of questions. He is not the only one having noticed this bizarre animosity constantly animating your interactions. But he knows he'll probably won't get anything concrete from Yoongi so he just decides to give up -the nasty side glance the interested threw his way helping for the decision.

A loud smack, a body slumping on a messy humid bed, and a dark ominous chuckle. Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief. There is only you, the ever unable-to-crack-a-smile-embittered bitch, to be laughing your head off when you're getting your ass spanked hard.

"You're not going to apologize?" His voice hardly raises at the end. He already knows the answer. And you already know that he knows so you just chuckle some more, shaking your panties-covered ass in front of his unwavering gaze. He grabs severely your hips to keep you still and without a warning, strike a couple of blows, first on the left cheek and once he finds the perfect red shade he likes, proceeds to move on and offer the same treatment to the other one. He doesn't slow down, doesn't soften down even when he can hear your whimpers getting higher and broken. He knows how far he can take you. "You really were a pain today."

"When am I not?" He hums knowingly. You are indeed a pain in the ass. That's actually the reason why he can deal with you since he's the same.

"Do you wanna cum?" You nod your head, mumbling an approval in the pillow. "Do bitches get to cum?" Yoongi asks, voice slow and pensive as if he's wondering out loud a serious existential question. You're quick to answer that yes, they do! but he is still languid, unhurried, as his hands pet your red cheeks. "I'm pretty sure they don't, ___."

"They do, Yoongi. Make me cum."

"Is that an order?" There is an unmissable edge to his voice. Do you want me to be meaner? he is asking. You don't really care though. You're not sure what your games during daylight are, but if anything they are probably foreplay. You hate teasing and you don't need him to take his time. You hate him taking his time especially when you've been ready for him for hours already.

"Yoongi, I'm bored. Make me cum, now."

And it's weird that you don't find it suspicious, but when Yoongi crawls behind you on the bed, mouth attaching greedily to your flesh, all you do is grin in the pillows, self complimenting yourself internally for what you think is a new win over him. You know what it means when he is hungrily licking and biting and scratching with his teeth, his large veiny hands meddling with everything his mouth can't take care of -your asscheeks, your thighs, your hips, your breast. There is one difference that should have, maybe, been a hint to you, the stinging of his ministration upon the already over abused skin of your ass. He's been meaner during the spanking, he'll be meaner with the rest. The thought may have occurred at some point, but the feeling of his hot breath hitting your now exposed centre empties your mind of any sort of preoccupation. It's just his expert mouth standing just a few centimetres away from the place you want him the most.

"Please." It's totally unexpected and so quiet, you hope he's missed it. But of course, he doesn't. As much of an old man Yoongi usually is, when he's with you, he's all alert.

"It's been so long, I forgot how much I love having you beg for me."

"Shut the fu-" You start, highly annoyed by the smugness dripping from his voice, not paying much attention to how you couldn't feel his breath hitting your skin when he was talking. There's a very short instant of heavy silence dominating the room, where you just stand there, on all four, exposed ass hanging high in the air awaiting; then the door to your room slams shut. That fucking asshole. Of course, he'd be that fucking mean.

There is an awkward silence hanging between the little circle of acquaintances. You don't seem too fazed. Nor does Yoongi. But Jimin and your best friend are looking between you two and themselves, eyes wide, and perspiration almost shining on their foreheads. They know this conversation can only go wrong. They've never -no one has ever- witnessed a normal, civil conversation take place between you two. It's always shouts, and insults, and ominous glares and even wand threatenings at times. But that's your usual, casual encounters.

Today is not a usual encounter. You walked in, with a weirdly jumpy step, sat right in front of Yoongi who was "hanging out" -meaning, he's just sat there next to his friends, not feigning listening or taking part in any way in the conversation happening- with the two other Slytherins, and proceeded to announce that you've found a date for the party that Hogwarts will be hosting in a week, even though nobody asked. Jimin is sure that Yoongi will be the first to point this detail out but strangely enough, he remains quiet. Gaze hardly focused on you.

"That's great, ___! Who is it? Do we know him?" Your best friend asks.

"He's the Seeker of Ravenclaw's team."

"Ravenclaw?"

"He's very tall and muscular. Very hot." Yoongi can feel his blood boil. It's not so much what you're saying. You're choosing your words thoughtfully. Yoongi is a tiny little thing compared to most guys, he knows that. And quite frankly he doesn't give a single fuck since, as testifies your always sneaking in his pants, it doesn't injure his sex-appeal in any way. He feels anger because that's the natural reaction he has to you, in every daily circumstance, and because he knows you're trying to annoy him. You're always trying to mess with him.  "Are you going, Min Yoongi?"

"You know I'm not."

"Are you sad because no one wants to go with you? I'm sorry Min Yoongi, maybe try being a little less of a dickhead."

"And I'll try wearing my uniform skirt like a crop top too, as sluts do. That surely will get me a date, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know what sluts do, Min Yoongi."

At each pronunciation of his full name, said with this insufferable patronizing tone, it becomes harder for him to refrain himself from grabbing you by the hair, uncover your ass and spank you right here, in the middle of the common room; he'd do it until you've cried so much your whole shirt would be soaked in tears.

For now, the common room is filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere. Yoongi, not that he cares, has noticed a few younger kids leaving abruptly when you two started talking. The ones that decided to stay, have retreated in the corner and as if in fear to interrupt, started to whisper their conversations.

"Anyways" There is an awkward cough before your best friend starts again, obviously attempting to divert the conversation and diffuse the tension. "Jiminie, you're bringing your girlfriend?"

"Yes. It'd be our first ball together, I'm really excited!" He is all smiles and starry eyes, nodding his head with enthusiasm. He's so grateful both for the question itself, and for the brave attempt she is making.

"Oh yeah, the squib!" Jimin's jaw goes slack as Yoongi stares straight at you; waiting for what you're going to say with obvious interest. He wouldn't admit it but it would tickle him unpleasantly if you were to start insulting one of his very only friends. From the bright, carnivorous-like smirk adorning your red lips, he can tell you know. "Hasn't she been kicked out yet? Or at least, hasn't she quit? I mean if I were her, I would have quit fucking ages ago. She's embarrassing herself in every fucking class."

"Why are you pretending not to know, you're sharing half of your classes with her."

"Am I talking to you Min Yoongi?" You give him the darkest look. He isn't moved, simply stares back at you awaiting.  "Now that I think about it, you're luckier than this guy, Jimin. Even if she's a squib, at least you have someone."

"You think you do?" He is quick to answer, nonchalance becoming harder to keep up now. You can see the corner of his lip twitch slightly.

"I do, old man. I've just told you about it."

"Well, now that's just sad if you think he's in for anything else than your ass."

"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind having my pussy too."

"___!!" Your best friend yells, getting up from her chair, ready to grab your arm to drag you out. You'd think she'd be used to your antics by now but the poor girl is so red in the face. You don't let her move you though, the bickering is not over. After being such a dick last time, you just want to piss him off for real. It's pretty nice having little to no sense of shame or embarrassment when dealing with this guy.

"You're so gross." Yoongi mumbles, shaking his head in faux disbelief.

"And so are you. You're just bitter because I'm still hot enough to get laid but you're not."

"I'm bitter? Over what? Not being a whore?" He sniggers. "I'm perfectly fine knowing my dick won't fall off at some point from overexposing it to all the trash your cunt plays with."

"Dicks and vaginas don't just fall off, moron. But how would you know?" You're back with the patronizing, oh-silly-little-thing-let-me-teach-you-life type of voice and you can see, visibly, the annoyance reaching its peak on Yoongi's neck vein.

Only the arrival of an impatient prefect can finally bring a semblance of peace in the room. He tells you guys that you're being a nuisance to everybody in the common room and that you need to either shut the hell up or just leave if you want to keep arguing. There's a tense silence hanging after his impromptu intervention. Everyone is wondering if the two tickling bombs will burst now at this brave but innocent prefect face. Yoongi is the one making the decision for the both of you. After a while of pondering the question over in his mind, menacing eyes staring right back at yours, he decides to leave the chair and slowly, saunters to his dorm room.

"You don't deserve kisses, ___." He whispers, turning his head away for your eager mouth to meet his cheek. You smirk, tend your neck to try again to catch his red lips between yours but his arms push himself further away, making himself completely unattainable. His hips have slowed down too. He's looking down at you but his eyes don't meet yours. You frown, deeply annoyed.

"You're too touchy."

"Am I?" Yoongi asks simply. His tone sounds calm and collected. Too calm for it not to be frightening. He actually sounds ominous as hell. He slows down to a complete halt and drags himself out of your warmth, ignoring your protests. "Ride me." Eager to keep going, ignoring his bad mood, you jump on your new-found seat. "Don't touch yourself." He summons, and when he sees your burning hands tucked knowingly against his stomach, he lazily slips his hands behind his head, closes his eyes, breathing out a long pleased sigh when you start riding him.

He looks quite handsome like that. Traits all relaxed, pearl white skin shimmering slightly under the sunset light coming from the wide-open window, gold-reflecting eyelashes resting softly on his face. You want to kiss his mouth again but know better than try. So instead, to submerge more in the uncommon peacefulness hanging between you, you decide to ride him in the most languid fashion. Taking your time to slide up and down his length, deeply, to build it up for the grand final when you'll do it the way you two love to cum to.

The thing is, Yoongi, as too often, has a hidden agenda. Not long after you've started, you see the line of his eyebrows dip down slightly in the middle, and then a low groan erupts from the very back of his throat as you feel his cock twitch in you.

"No- you- did you really-?" He opens his eyelids on brown irises shining with mischief. Of course he did, Yoongi's assholeness is a never-ending pit filled to the brim with fucking annoying tricks all able to piss you off more than the last one. Yoongi is the only dude you've known that wouldn't mind looking like a premature ejaculator just to irk you.

"'Hope you have a good time at the ball." He has the audacity to add, whilst he not so gently makes you roll off of his body and into the mattress. You could say something, ask for him to stay or just insult him but it would feed his evil contentment and you just resolve on swallowing down the anger.

"I mean it's complicated."

"What is?" Taehyung sighs deeply, bending over the small stone wall, arms dangling in the air like two flabby defeated creatures. Yoongi simply watches him. It's quite unusual to find him in this mood. All defeatist and low-energized.

"It's Jimin. And she's really in love with him. I wouldn't mind if it were anyone else but Jimin is kind of..." Yoongi doesn't say anything. He stares blankly at his friend, which quite frankly is way more dedication than he is used to receiving from him. Therefore, he elaborates. "Isn't he the perfect guy?"

"Hm." Yoongi nods evasively. Yes indeed, Jimin is quite good in his own kind. But he doesn't feel like not being him means they're doomed.

Taehyung, tired of the lack of active responses, straightens up and glares, a new sort of energy found."I don't even know why I'm talking with you, what do you know?"

"You came to me." Yoongi groans, jaws tight and fists twitching from his effort put in not being rude to his friend. They say he's an asshole but they don't realize how hard it is on him dealing with all those problematic cases.

They really don't see it, Yoongi is assured, when Taehyung keeps talking, completely ignoring him, it seems. "Seriously. Maybe I should help you more than you should help me."

"I don't need any help in that department."

"You flirt like an elementary school kid, Yoongi." He says, eyes rolling all the way up and down, with a little shake of his head.

"What?"

"You know, like those kids that spit on and pull at their crushes' hair to seduce them." Yoongi frowns. It's the first time he hears this shit still Taehyung says it like it's an actual fact admitted by all. He knows people don't really get his friendship with you. He thought they believed you two to be at most enemies, and that you just love bickering with each other for entertainment purposes. He didn't know they thought he was attempting to flirt with you. He is not attempting anything. You're the one begging for him to turn your ass bloody red. He doesn't even have to ask!

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm." Taehyung smiles knowingly. He meets his friend's eyes, the ones totally unresponsive to the amusement shining in his. But suddenly, his smile drops when he catches sight of the said witch walking right in their direction, with a suspicious hop in her steps. "Oh shit. I'll see you later."

For a split second, Yoongi considers saying something in your defence. Something about how he is being ridiculous, you're not a fucking troll. But then you're here, you call him a dickhead as you always do and since no one is around anymore, you don't waste a second grabbing his hand between your claws to start dragging him somewhere more private. Yeah, maybe he won't ever say anything in your defence.

Your gaze follows his silhouette as he moves about the room, swiftly tidying up. With the wand he just used to clean up the mess he's made on your thighs, he elevates the dress you wore at the ball, discarding of it in the corner. You smile tiredly, a hand reaching out to touch the burning skin of your neck and bosom. He's been so thoroughly covering up the few hickeys your date had made before him, it makes you giddy inside even if you won't admit it. There's a loud commotion coming from the common room. People are still celebrating, wanting to make the most of tonight, since most will be leaving tomorrow for the winter break.

"Do you mind if I stay for the night?" Yoongi sighs deeply, letting himself fall beside you on the bed. He closes his eyes, toss under the covers for a bit before curling up on himself, ready to sleep. Still awaiting, you kick him in the shin.

"You know you don't have to ask.” You grin. You do know. The kids outside the room are still screaming and laughing hysterically. Yoongi besides you grunts. You consider going out to threaten them to shut the hell up but Yoongi's bed feels so warm and he feels so nice next to you, you decide to just ignore them, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his shoulder.

[apotatomashedbybts]

I'll Be Your Knight

[GENRE: fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Jimin×reader, Taegi

Soulmate!Taehyung , BestFriend!Yoongi

Word Count: 3.5k+]

[Summary: When Y/n met Jimin she knew that it was a love at first sight. But she didn't expect the consequences that came with loving him. After their unwilling separation will Y/n be able to do what it takes to get him back?

A story of love, loss, fight, dreams, and friendship...]

Chapter XI : The Longed Reunion

Jimin's memory was quite sharp as he seemed to remember Jinnie when I only mentioned him and his café occasionally or may be I did mention him a lot subconsciously. Either way he remembered everything I told him about Jinnie. I got to know that during tonight's video call with him. I was going to go back to UK next week and I still didn't figure out how was I going to face Jimin. I wondered whether he was ready to face me or not. Or maybe he was planning to hide from me. I didn't know, more precisely I didn't want to know. I just wanted to face him bang on and confront him for everything. Thinking about all these made me sigh draining the air out of my lungs. When I was busy thinking about all these things I received a message from Jinnie who wanted to have an urgent video call. 

Jinnie: Hey! Were you sleeping?

Me: Was going to. What's up? Aren't you busy?

Jinnie: I just got a break since it's afternoon.

Me: It seems weird that you need to actually ask your staffs to give you a break when it's your own café! Ha ha ha!

Jinnie: Hey don't laugh! You know how it is.

Me: Of course I know how much you care! So what is it that you were so eager to talk about?

Jinnie: Umm.. Jimin was asking about you.

Me: WHAT? How did he know that it's your café? He didn't even see you there for once!

Jinnie: Well, it seems like he remembers what you told him about me! Today he came looking for me and asked my staff if I was here. My staff replied that they didn't know anyone named Seokjin here as I taught them earlier in case of emergencies since I didn't want my cover to blow up! But he was persistent, so I kinda gave up and came out. We talked for awhile and he asked me about you. He seemed genuinely worried and sorry. I told him that you were fine. Thank me later for not mentioning to him about your wrecked state a month ago. But yeah that's it. And don't worry, I didn't tell him about our investigation!

Me: .....

Jinnie: Stop worrying. Everything will be alright! Just come back quick! I miss you!

Me: Jinnie, I don't know how to thank you... I'll be leaving next Friday night. I just hope nothing more happens. That's enough adventure already.

Jinnie: I hope so too! I can't wait to eat loads on your marriage!

Me: Shut up!

Jinnie: Okay okay! Good night.. have some beauty sleep! You look awful!

Me: Yeah. Bye! Let's talk later...

[Pause]

Jinnie?

Jinnie: Yeah?

Me: I miss you too.

Jinnie: [Smile] Yeah I know.. now go to sleep! I am disconnecting the call.

...

"So, is this where we depart?" Tae sighed dramatically, keeping his right hand on his eyes and pretending to cry.

"Yeah! I guess so. Tae, these past days were so beautiful with you... I can't even imagine how am I gonna live without you shouting near my ear. I hope I never meet you again!" I started with a sad face and ended the with a loud laugh, gaining a smack from Tae.

Yoongs sighed smilingly at our dramatic self and shaking his head pulled me into a hug and whispered, "I am gonna miss you so much! Just finish that stupid study and come back quickly to us!"

"Are you crying?" I looked up at Yoongs mockingly and wiped away his dry cheeks.

"Aish!" He left a hollow chuckle and said, "Like I would really cry for you! Right Tae?" After saying this he looked at Tae, which made me turn my head at him too. But we couldn't see him and our eyes automatically went to the floor only to see him crouching there folding himself into a ball and sobbing quietly. We almost immediately crouched down near him and made him stand up, he was still sobbing. Being the stronger one I had hold myself until now but seeing him like that I broke down too. We hugged each other and cried like two five year olds who would never see each other again. After a minute Yoongs joined us too and we could feel that people were staring at us while passing by but we didn't care, it was our emotion that had nothing to do with those people. I still had time in my hand before boarding, knowing our departing nature we had arrived here almost two hours prior only to avoid missing my flight like last time. And before we knew, Tae and I found ourselves sitting on the waiting chairs rubbing our running noses and hiccuping, like I said earlier, like some five year olds who had just been scolded by their parents, whereas Yoongs went to buy us something to eat, taking up the role of our parent as he always did. I did miss Hobi and felt sorry that he couldn't come to see me off because it was Friday and he also said that he was really bad with good byes.

Within a blink of my eyes, I found myself waving at them as a goodbye and turned around to hide the tears that were rolling down my cheeks. Deep down I knew that they too were in the same state I was in. I held my terrible urge to look back at them because I knew that if I did that I would end up being in their arms.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes after coming out of the airport, only to see Jinnie waiting there for me with a warm smile on his face. A smile made its way to my mouth as soon as I saw him and though I was still missing Tae and Yoongs I knew that I won't be left alone here. Entering Jinnie's car I lied down at the back seat because I was in terrible need of a good sleep. Jinnie, paying a small glance, just smiled widely at my layed down figure and started driving. I was glad that he came to pick me up - the taxi drivers here were quite rash unlike Jinnie, who was a good and gentle driver.

"Y/n/n! Wake up! We are here!" I heard a distant voice calling me in my dream and then a sudden jerk pulled me out of that, only to tell me that it wasn't a dream, it's Jinnie who was trying to wake me up. I sat up with a whine which more precisely sounded like a groan. I looked at Jinnie adjusting my eyes to the sunlight that was invading my eyes and noticed that we were in front of his café, which made me realise that I was hungry and as if my brain just registered the feeling, my stomach made a loud growling sound. I looked at Jinnie sheepishly and he started to laugh loudly at my state which only made me to land a series of smacks on his back.

Entering the café I inhaled deeply. I missed the smell of freshly baked croissants that is made here and only Jinnie's café provided with almost ten types of croissants fillings that were totally worth dying for! As I was busy doing my 'nose' job, Jinnie came and pushed me through the glass door behind the counter which led to his chamber or office, which was more like a small apartment where there were all the necessities that he needed as he spent most of his time here in the café, and making me sit down at his small dining table, went out to bring me some food.

He brought some of his croissants and making me settle down with those went to make some poached eggs in his makeshift kitchen.

A proper English breakfast was Jinnie's favourite and whatever he made was my favourite. While munching on the sausage I looked at him and seeing him taking a long sip on his tea I understood that he was preparing to say something so I looked at him curiously after swallowing whatever was left inside my mouth.

As I had suspected he started, "So, how are you going to face him? Your classes are starting on Monday and he knows that. Are you planning to talk to him on that day?"

Seeing my saddened and haven't-decided-yet face he kept his hands on mine and said, "You don't have to stress yourself on this. Things will go on with the flow so I think you should take rest today and may be think out what you'll say once you meet him." After pausing for a while, as if remembering something he said, "Oh! By the way, he is going to come today too. And also tomorrow. He comes here everyday! So you can stay here until he arrives and see for yourself, from a hideout of course!" Then smiling at me he took away the plates. It was time for him to get to work, he was already late because of me. I laid down on his bed after he went out putting on his uniform. I could feel my heartbeat gaining speed the more I thought about facing Jimin. What was I going to say to him? Should I keep a poker face or should I keep all my devastating emotions in front of him? I didn't know and thinking of these made my head ache, my heart too. Relaxing only seemed to be the best option.

I woke up with a start and noticed that I was sweating profusely. Was I having a bad dream? I couldn't remember much except a vaguely dark place where I saw Jimin crying for help. It was definitely a bad dream. I washed my face and after returning saw that Jinnie came with some food as it was lunchtime. This was his busiest time so almost stuffing the lunch in his mouth he went out after telling me that Jimin was here. I could feel my heart stop for a good minute. I pulled myself towards the door and through the small and almost transparent glass I could see him, that baby face which lost its puffiness, ordering food at the counter and talking to Jinnie. I could sense that Jinnie was holding himself from looking at this way and also from giving away any information about me being there. I didn't know that I missed him so much that I forgot to blink while looking at him for the whole time he was there. After finishing his lunch he got up to leave. Waving a little bye to Jinnie he went out of the door. Before I could register my legs were already on the move and before I knew I was moving frantically towards the main door only to catch a last glimpse of him. I could hear a faint voice behind me calling my name but I could care less. I reached out for the door handle to open it but someone opened it from outside and I was face to face with Jimin. Suddenly the world stopped, completely, along with myself. Everything surrounding me blurred out and the only thing I could see was him, his changing expression that ranged from surprised to alerted and his turning away to escape. But before he could do that, in a split second, I found myself hugging him, clasping him tightly as tears began to flow out making my cheeks and his shoulders wet.

.

I was still hiccuping in Jinnie's embrace while Jimin was sitting across me awkwardly, not knowing how to deal with the situation.

A few minutes ago, Jinnie realising that we were putting up a show for the customers in the café took us to his office after telling his staffs to manage for now. After I went back to somewhat a normal state, Jinnie made me drink water and left rather abruptly after saying, "I think I should leave now and it's time for you to have the 'talk'." But he didn't forget to give Jimin the 'you hurt her, you die' look before leaving. I could feel Jimin's uncomfortable shifting at that which made me facepalm mentally.

Jinnie could say it easily to us to have the talk but I knew how difficult it was for us. I wanted to ask so many things and also say so many things back but everything became a mess and formed a lump in my throat. But if we stayed like this nothing was going to get solved. Just thinking back about the day that he left made my eyes swell as new droplets of tears began to form. I raised up my hands to wipe off the tears with my sleeve and opening my eyes I saw that Jimin was kneeling right in front of me. Seeing him that close startled me and I instinctively moved my head back.

"Y/n/n please forgive me. I know I am at a fault but everything I did was for you!" He took my hands in his warmer ones and looked into my eyes yearningly.

"For me?" I was clearly surprised and wanted a clearer explanation, "What are you talking about?"

Jimin sighed heavily and as if thinking that I deserved an explanation he sat down comfortably near my foot, still holding my hands, and began saying, "There are some things that I came to know of recently. I have been keeping them to myself and decided to continue doing so but it was becoming difficult, believe me, it really was. That night, at almost midnight, my dad revealed to me that he wasn't what I thought he was and we needed to run away from there as early as we could because some really dangerous people were after us. He also said that he would explain everything to me once we are at a safe place. I didn't tell you anything or anyone because I sensed that any contact with me only cause harm to all of you. And I can't afford that. I can't afford losing you. The fact that you are alive and happy was enough for me to be at peace, even if it meant that I would have to live far away from you. I think it's no use holding it in anymore. I never told you but I was falling in love, with you y/n/n. You matter to me, more than anything else." The emotions all came flooding in and I began to shake at the sudden surge of unknown happiness as my eyes teared up again. I leaned forward and rested my forehead on his and tried to mutter out, "J-jimin, I...I ..." He stopped me from saying anything by keeping his forefinger on my lips and said, almost whispering, "You don't have to say. I know.." The words lingered in the air for a moment, then our lips met. It felt like nothing else existed at that moment except us and the emotions that we had for each other. Our lips against each other basking themselves in the passion and longing, didn't want to separate. And we both wished that it lasted longer.

The sudden sound of the door opening and a quick stuttered apology from Jinnie made us break out of our world. We were clearly embarrassed but Jinnie was more discomposed than we were. Jimin hurriedly rose from where he was and took his former seat. I was somewhat offended at the sudden interruption, so I looked at him and I didn't realize that I was glaring hard until Jinnie shrunk at my gaze, apologetically. That made me soften my expression and I asked him to relax.

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly and said, "Sorry for barging in like that. Actually I received this message from Tae and I just wanted to check for myself so I was just peering through the glass but I think I need to reinstall the locks of this door since they couldn't even tolerate my weight." He smiled again and handed me his phone to let me see Tae's message

I facepalmed visibly and blurted out, "What am I going to do about him?"

Jimin looked at me curiously, so I showed him the text and smiled sheepishly saying, "Soulmate problems." And took a mental note that I HAVE to remember blocking certain feelings from now on.

At dinner, I invited Jimin and Jinnie over to my apartment, mostly to discuss and know about the things that Jimin still had to say to me, and more than partially to spend as much time as I could with Jimin.

Three of us sat in a circle as Jimin began saying, "My dad as you know is a biochemist. As one of the best in his field he used to spend most of his time in his lab creating things. But before he was a full fledged biochemist, he used to work for Yuhaehan as a drug scientist - he tested samples to see their effects and enhanced or diminished them sometimes. But after sometime he got tired and practiced himself. After a few years he invented a special kind of drug or a kind of bioweapon you can say, accidentally. The words got out and Yuhaehan became desperate to get their hands on it. My dad hid it somewhere that he didn't tell me yet. But he made an account that is linked to his personal blog, in case he got into some trouble, and put a code in it that only he could crack. On that note I should tell you that he was great in coding too, and that's why I got it in my gene. That account contains the information where his creation is hidden but that thing is also secured with the same code."

I could only stare in disbelief and contemplated inside about the things we were dealing with. I was still in my thoughts when Jinnie asked, "But your dad could have destroyed it!"

Jimin smiled weakly, "That's the main problem. He invented it accidentally and doesn't know how to destroy it. That's why he put such security so that it doesn't get lost or get in wrong hands."

It was my turn to question him, "Why is Mr. Moon after you?"

"I didn't tell you yet, actually none of Yuhaehan knew how I looked in real life, thanks to my dad's overprotective self. That day, when Mr. Moon called us to his office, actually the last problem that only I was able to solve was the same pattern of code that dad used in his account and he called me in his office alone to ask me about where I learnt to decode that. As I didn't know about anything then, I said everything that my dad taught me to do it. I guess I did a blunder by saying him that. Apparently he is working for the Yuhaehans."

I asked again, "But why did your dad decided to go back? And w-why did you transfer here when you knew that I study here?"

Jimin gave a faint smile, "You remember that you were quite surprised to hear that my dad was a biochemist and we moved so much? That was to run away from the constant chasing, earlier from the authorities and later from the Yuhaehans itself. Last year when I was studying in Tokyo, one day I was in college and my mom and dad got into an accident. My mom died in that accident. I thought that it was a normal accident. But after coming here my dad told me that it was not. The Yuhaehan attacked them. While on her death bed my mom made my dad promise to leave the bad things behind and go back to his homeland to start everything anew. And thus, to keep that promise he went back to Seoul, to our ancestral castle."

I could sense the deep sadness in his voice as memories of his mother flooded in. I kept my hands on his, trying to provide the least comfort that I could. He looked at our hands and then looked up at me, smiling as if to imply that he was fine but we all deep down knew that he wasn't. Trying to avert the sad atmosphere he said, "Oh! You asked me about my transfer here, right?" I nodded just very slightly as a reply and he continued, "This is one of the few countries that I haven't been to yet. And the principal of this university happens to be a really close friend of my dad. That's why this was the only safe option."

...

Jinnie said, "I think I should go now. Tomorrow is a busy day and an early sleep would help I guess."

Jimin, staring at his walking away figure, said, "I think I should tag along too." But as he was about to stand up something in me made my hand hold the side of his jacket. He looked down at me curiously to which I replied, "Would it be bad if you stayed here with me tonight?"

He gave me an adorable smile and then turning back at Jinnie, who was waiting for him near the door, said, "I think you have to go alone. I am staying here tonight."

A/n: How are you all? I hope you have been good and continue to be so! So we got some explanation in this one! Tell me what do you think and how you feel! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! Please like and give feedback! It would mean a lot! Thank you for reading! Love you all 💜💜💜

P.s.- let me know what do you think will happen in the next chapter 😋

[bubmyg]

laywer!yoongi headcanons

a non chronological series of drabbles centered and started from the universe established in this. 

status: ongoing

You like the bedroom freezing and Yoongi isn’t bothered enough to argue you with about it but that doesn’t stop him from occasionally wearing hoodies during sex just to hear you complain. [drabble: litigation of temperature]

Yoongi’s overly generous with his donations to your alma mater, which comes with season basketball tickets and the promise that he’ll take off early those days but sometimes (or all the time) that promise doesn’t quite hold true. [drabble: untitled]

You have a habit of pulling his hand into your lap and fiddling with it when you’re nervous, something you would do before exams, at parties, before meeting his parents for the first time, etc. It ends up being something he mimics when he proposes to you, just kind of grabbing your hand and shoving the ring on it and then being like, “Oh! Uhm-” [drabble: coming soon]

You used to ride a bike around campus and he’d walk you to class by pulling it along behind him until one day he steered you off the curb and broke your arm and yeah maybe you didn’t ride a bike to class anymore after that.  [drabble: coming soon]

Yoongi didn’t really want you coming to court to watch him the first few times because he’d been told he was “scary” but you just thought it was amusing that this was the same man who you found crouched in your kitchen scolding your poodle puppy for standing too long in the rain just four hours before.  [drabble: coming soon]

You’re not clingy but you hadn’t been away from Yoongi for more than a week since you studied abroad in undergrad so when he’s gone for two weeks on his first big business trip you may have missed him a little bit and you may have cried when he returned home a day before he was supposed to. But you’re not clingy, though. [drabble: pretentious mint gum]

Most of his ties are gifts from you which is why you’re more excited than you care to admit when he begins to let you pick his tie out for the day because now you make him wear that bright pink one with hearts all over it three times a week and he can’t complain because he’s almost ten minutes late already and he still hasn’t kissed you. [drabble: coming soon]

Your honeymoon was to some remote island in Greece where you’d studied abroad for a semester and the entire time you remind him subtly, “This is where I was while you let Hoseok convince you to rush his fraternity and I came back to you wearing your cap backwards and half convinced you wanted to change your major to hospitality and tourism.”  [drabble: coming soon]

He was supposed to work late for your first christmas together, married, so he asks that you go to your parents because it’d make him feel better that you weren’t home alone or where you come home to find out that yoongi hasn’t forgot about the cat sweater you bought him or the artificial tree in the attic [drabble: i’ll be home]

Yoongi would stay at your dorm more often than not, particularly during undergrad, and there was one instance in the dead center of winter that he accidentally burnt popcorn while you were in the shower and every girl on your floor hated you because at least you had your boyfriend to hug you until he was like, “I can take turns?” and like they still hated you but at least your boyfriend was cute and slightly charming. [drabble: the pizza magnet]

He’d never argue with you about any of the purchases made for the house or otherwise because you were both smart with your money but he did complain when you brought home a palm sized brown poodle who yipped, not barked, and shit on his briefcase night two of being in the house but one morning you wake up to Holly gone and you panic, only to drive to Yoongi’s office to find the dog curled up fast asleep in one of the chairs in front of Yoongi’s desk with his suit jacket draped over and swallowing the tiny puppy. [drabble: for us]

more coming soon :’-)

[kinaminff]

Chapter 1.

Golden Cage

"Yoongi, come over here and meet, Y/N" a beautiful lady said. She was standing behind a little girl that was wearing an old dress, clutching a ripped teddy bear tightly against her chest.

A boy not much older than her walked up to her. He's well dressed, with dark hair and didn't show any expression. She tried to smile at him because she finally had a friend. His dark black eyes stared deep into hers.

"Yoongi, she will stay with us from now on, treat her like your little sister" The little girl looked up to the beautiful lady and to her she's an angel.

His dad knelt down to his level, patted his hair softly "She doesn't have anyone else, you have to protect her"

"Yes, I will be her protector" He said and smiled at the little girl. He held out his hand and she took his. They ran outside to play.

"Hey, why haven't you talk to me" He asked, letting go of her hand.

She shook her head, trying to tell him that she can't talk.

"How are we going to play when you can't talk?" He asked her. She looked down at her feet.

"Are you going to cry now?" He grabbed her chubby cheek and lifted up her face. The teary eyed little girl stared back at him.

"I like this expression" He smiled and patted her head softly.

The little girl was shocked that he switched from being nice to being her bully.

"Since you can't talk, you will be my pet from today on" he looked at her old teddy bear, snatched it from her, she cried but there was no sound.

"Disgusting" he said as he tossed it to the ground. She tried to grab it, he snatched her arm "Dont let me see you holding something like this again."

He pulled her along with him.

15 years later.

Min yoongi, the name sent a shiver down everyone's spine. He became one of the most successful persons in the world.

His parents passed away from a tragic accident, leaving him the entire business empire to handle at young age. Some people thought he was associated with underground world, some people admired him for having such power and influence at such a young age. 

"Where is she?" he walked into the house, tossed the dark peak coat to his butler.

"She's in the kitchen, taking care of Master's dinner" The old butler's voice was shaken. He bent his head preparing for the unleashing anger from his master. Instead he stood there in silence. He looked up and saw his master, relaxing on the leather couch, his eyes closed, seeming like he didn't want to be bothered. The old butler steppes back to leave the room.

"I want her" the demanding voice made the old butler stop in track.

"Yes , sir" He said and left the room.

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"Make some sound when you come in next time" he still didn't open his eyes to look at me.

I went to the coffee table and tapped it softly three times. He still haven't moved, so I stood there waiting for his order.

"Sit next to me" he said softly. I sat down close to him, but not too close, because master didn't like it when I was too close.

I could feel he was looking at me, I didn't dare to turn around and look at him.

"I'm tired today" He laid his head on my lap. His soft black hair falling across his forehead, the line of his lip was harsh, and the dark eyelashes made him look innocent and beautiful. Unconsciously I brushed his bangs away from his forehead. I realized it too late and he grabbed my hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" His eyes narrowed in anger. He let go of my hand and grabbed my chin, the tight grip around my jaw was really painful. A tear slipped down from my eyes.

"I didn't mean it" I did the sign language.

"I never said you could touch me" He said calmly. "Remember you're just a lowlife servant, don't disobey my orders."

He got up and left the room.

"Miss are you alright?" the elderly maid rushed in and soothed me. I hugged her and cried in her arms.

"It's ok, he is just in a bad mood" she said softly "Tomorrow everything will return back to normal"

Since his parents passed away, his mood became worse everyday. Sometimes he was dark sometimes he was light. Yoongi was unpredictable when it comes to me. There were times he seemed like he needed me and there were times he looked at me like I was trash. We both grew up together, got homeschooled together, I got nice clothes and a good education. However I was also a bird in a cage. He never let me go anywhere without anyone following me. What am I to Yoongi? His pet? His slave? His friend? His caretaker? I have no real title because in Yoongi's world I was all of them. Taking many roles based on his mood.

One day, I would be free. I looked around the castle that I once thought was paradise, but it was just an illusion. This was my cage, a golden cage.

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Y/N POV

The rain and thunderstorm outside became louder. I could feel another body's heat against my back. /He was here again/

I turned around, Yoongi's back to me. He curled himself up again. I put his head on my arm, just like that he turned to me, seeking for comfort in my arms. This was not the first time since the night his parents were gone and never returned to him. During his parents funeral he never shed any tear. Walking in the hall full of adults, he remained unfazed, the follower of his parents became admirers of how strong he was.

That night he sneaked into my room and laid on my bed. I got scared but I saw his face, the tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes. Crying in his sleep, all I could do was comfort him.

"You cannot leave me" he said. All I could do was nodding my head. My younger self was happy of being able to help him. I could offer him comfort and happiness.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill you" he said softly. I smiled in the dark, /a mute girl like me, he knows really well I can never tell anyone. Is this why he wouldn't let me go because I know too much? No worries, Yoongi, I will keep everything inside of me until the day I die./ 

His body shivered, I covered the blanket on him, patted his shoulder until his breathing was stable. I looked at him in the dark, nothing had changed.

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"I wanted you to set up a party, organize, and make it perfect" he set his coffee cup down.

"That type of event, who is going to be there?" I said using my hands.

"Business men, and other high class investors"

"Ok I understand" I returned my focus to my breakfast. The two of us as usual had breakfast together. In front of us there was a large portion of foods that could feast ten people. This was lonely.

"Remember don't show your face, after everything is set, just stay in your room and let Mrs. Kim handle it" he ordered.

I nodded my head. I knew the rule, no one knew about me. If they saw me I'd just be a lowly maid. I made a mistake once and I would never do it again.

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The guests were talking, laughing and the music could be heard through my room. I closed my novel, got off my bed, and sneaked a peek out of my balcony window.

Everyone seemed to have a great time. I felt envious, I saw a girl my age dressed nicely and flirt with handsome males. One girl was very beautiful. I wished I was her. I saw Yoongi walking up to her. My heart felt uneasy, he leans close to her, he laughed and smiled at what she said. Then he lifted his head and looked at my direction, I stepped back and hid in the shadow of my dark curtains. I felt like I got caught, my heart beat really fast, I took a deep breath and calmed myself. /no way he noticed I was watching/

A knock at the door made me jump. I walked to the door and Mrs Kim looked like she was in trouble.

"Miss, I just got a phone call from home, my husband is really sick, I need to go back home" she said.

"Have you let Yoongi know?" I asked her. She understood sign language since Yoongi only hired people that could understand sign language.

"I already told our butler, he said he already informed young master"

"Ok, I will go down there, you can leave, I hope everything is ok with Mr. Kim"

"Thank you Miss" she gave me a hug before she walked out.

Dressed in one of the maid outfits, I walked into the kitchen, checked and made sure everything was in order. Coordinating and making sure the food and drinks in the party were all in order. I served the champagne to the guests.

"Eh, you kinda pretty" one of the drunk guests said. He reached over and touched me, I stepped back causing the champagne glass that I carried to shatter.  I reached down and picked up the glass.

"Don't pick it up" the sweet voice right next to me said. I looked up and saw the golden haired man come next to me.

"I will help you, be careful" he said as he picked up the glass. I was being careless and cut myself.

"Aish, are you alright?" He looked at the cut.

I nodded my head. I was amazed how nice he was. The pain was nothing. Suddenly I was being pull away, the hand that grabbed my arm tightly belonged to him. Yoongi. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his anger. Was it because I ruined the party?

I could see all eyes following us.

"Yoongi where are you taking her?" the young man that helped me came after us. Yoongi walked faster, half dragging me upstairs.

"Yoongi! Stop! You're hurting her!"

Yoongi stopped and turned around to face the young man. If looks could kill that young man would already be dead.

"This is my house, what I do with my people is my business." he said angrily. I could feel the chills running down my spine. I swallowed nervously looking between Yoongi and the young man. The guests stared at us silently. No one dared to say a word. I tried to reassure the young man but once again I almost tripped up the stairs as I was being dragged by Yoongi.

He pushed me into my room. Closed the door behind him.

"Careless as always, do you want to leave that badly?" he tried to control his temper. I shook my head. /No, I was just working/

"Stop lying to me, I know you, you want to leave me! Everyone wants to leave me!" he yelled at me. Grabbed the vase and threw it across the room. The red rose scattered across the room, and the floor filled with the shattered glass.

"No! I'm not leaving!" I cried out but no word was coming out, and my hand tried to deliver the message. The tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes. He grabbed my shoulder, his grip was painful. His dark expression full of anger and hatred. I feel the pain as he slammed my back against the wall.

"You like him, don't you?" he laughed bitterly "I could see the way you look at him."

I kept shaking my head, /No! You're wrong!/

He saw my bleeding finger. The blood dripped on the carpet.  He reached out to touch the wound and I flinched in pain.

"Remember every time you hurt me, I will hurt you twice as much" He leaned down and brushed his lip against mine. He grabbed my hair tightly, I let out a painful yelp as his tongue invaded my lips. This was not a sweet kiss, this was rough and a punishment. He nibbled my lip, bit down to the point I could taste the blood. His lips caressed my jaw and my neck, the small kiss left me breathless as his fingers caressed my bruised lip. His hand traveled from my lip to my throat, caressing my slender neck.

"Y/N, don't ever disobey my order" he whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes, he was standing before me with an indescribable expression, his hand reached out to me again and this caused me to flinch away. Instead he looked at my bleeding finger, his blazing eyes stare deep into mine as he take my finger tip into his mouth, the hot, wet tongue caress the wounded finger. Such a sensual expression leave me breathless.

"Fuck," he said softly. Close his eyes and laugh bitterly. I stood there stun by his action. he took out his white handkerchief. He carefully cleaned it and wrapped it around my wound. He raised my wounded finger to his lip as if a kiss would make the pain go away.

Hot and cold. Love and hate. Why are you doing this to me?

One moment you were attacking me, the next you're taking care of me as if you would treasure me. My tears were falling. Happiness and sadness, I can't differentiate. He pulled me into his arms, hugged me tightly.

"Stay in your room...don't leave this room" and just like that he left me alone as if nothing happened. This time his madness had gone to far.

~~~

To be continued ❤️

[mikamangata]

If BTS attended Hogwarts (Maknae line)

This is the second part! (Here’s the first one) I had to split it into two because otherwise it would have been a little too long^^ Like the first part, this takes place before the Hogwarts battle and after the first wizarding war and student attend Hogwarts between the ages 14 to 24 (I know it’s a little weird but it fits better with the story) Enjoy!

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Kim Taehyung

Fourth year Gryffindor

Pureblood: both parents are wizards

His grandmother has been taking care of him since Taehyung was a young child because his parents lost their sanity after being endlessly tortured with the cruciatus curse during the first wizarding war (Taehyung still visits them at St. Mungo’s but his parents don’t recognise him)

Best friends with Jimin since his first train ride to Hogwarts (“Can I sit here? Everywhere else is already occupied.” “Yeah sure! My name is Taehyung and I think I lost my right sock somewhere around here! If you see him, tell that idiot that I’m looking for him and that I’m angry because now my toes are cold.” “Will do.”)

Had a heated discussion with the sorting hat because it wanted to put Taehyung into Hufflepuff but Jimin got into Gryffindor and they wanted to be together

First Jimin and Taehyung were a close knit duo but then they met a cute shy first year named Jungkook and they became an inseparable trio (they’re almost always attached to the hip)

The three of them actually started a relationship at the end of Jungkook’s first year and they’ve been together ever since

Owns an approximately two metre long snake named ‘Gucci’ (Hoseok’s number one nightmare material after Ronald McDonald the clown)

His most prized possession is the marauder’s map (Taehyung swears he found it in the shrieking shack but the others are convinced he stole it from a certain janitor/grinch with a weird ass cat)

Jimin swears he can hear Taehyung whisper every night when they go to bed “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” like a prayer (Taehyung doesn’t do it to 'activate’ the map, he just says it)

Taehyung is the school’s most notorious prankster (and he’s immensely proud of that title)

Managed to hex every classroom so that all the furniture inside stuck to the ceiling, unfortunately he got stuck too (“I know this looks bad Professor McGonagall, but let me explain first.”)

Once turned Jungkook into a rabbit for about an hour as a 'prank’ but when he turned him back the maknae cried and Taehyung felt like the worst human being in the world so since then he is fiercely protective of the youngest (but they all are, honestly)

Does alright in all of his subjects except for Care of Magical Creatures, he’s an outstandingly good student at that

Is the only member of their rag-tag group of friends except for Jungkook who is able to see thestrals (Taehyung saw a patient die when he visited his parents at St. Mungo’s once, he was about ten at that time)

His patronus is a lion cub (playful but brave and strong, Jimin swears it grows with Taehyung)

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Park Jimin

Fourth year Gryffindor

Muggleborn: his parents own a cute tea shop in London

When his Hogwarts letter smashed a window, his parents thought they were being under attack by the neighbours (freaking Miss Johnson and her stupid flying letters)

Owns a cute, slightly overweight cat named 'Ppopo’ (Yoongi once called her fat in first year and Jimin cried, since then everyone compliments his cat a lot)

Loves to baby Jungkook (“Don’t worry Kookie, hyung will help you with that.”)

Is a moderately good student that wouldn’t get in trouble a lot if it wasn’t for Taehyung (“I don’t think we should do this to be honest.” “Come on Jiminie! What is the worst thing that can happen?” “Death. We could literally die, Taehyung.”)

Spent his last two summer holidays at Taehyung’s (and calls Tae’s grandmother 'granny’)

Loves to take long baths (Preferably in a certain Hufflepuff prefect’s bathroom)

Once sneaked into the first floor girls’ bathroom because of a bet with Taehyung and was nearly scared to death by moaning myrtle (he didn’t talk to Taehyung for over two weeks because of that)

Does extremely well in potions for some reason (“Well Mr. Park, your potion seems to be the only one that didn’t explode. Five points for Gryffindor.”)

Is one of the Gryffindor quidditch team’s chasers (and damn good at that, the only person that’s more agile on the broom is Jungkook)

Ate too much pumpkin pie in third year and got sick (“I told you to stop after the fourth piece but you didn’t listen!” “Shut up Tae, I regret nothing.”)

Let’s Jungkook sleep in his bed whenever the younger has a bad dream or wants to cuddle (Taehyung usually joins them when he notices)

Loves astronomy so much that his friends lovingly nicknamed him 'petit prince’ (after the children’s book)

Hates DADA with a passion and isn’t really good at it (“I don’t want to hurt anyone and Taehyung point your wand a different way you’re scaring me.”)

May look cute and innocent but don’t let that fool you; Jimin plays wizard’s chess unforgivingly cruel (“Checkmate, Taetae.” “Finally it’s over! You sadistic piece of shit! You knew you were going to win right when we started, you just wanted to see me suffer!” “Yes.”)

Loved by/loves the house elves (him, Jungkook and Taehyung always sneak into the kitchen to eat and have a chat with them)

His patronus is a chipmunk (playful and cheeky but at the same time clever and attentive of other people’s feelings and the world around him)

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Jeon Jungkook

Second year Gryffindor

Halfblood(?): both of his parents were wizards but his mother was muggleborn

Was taken in by his aunt and uncle as a baby after his parents were killed during the first wizarding war

Detests that part of his family: his aunt and uncle treat him like a good-for-nothing slave and his asshole of a cousin gets spoiled rotten and uses Jungkook as his personal punching bag (thankfully he just has to spend some summer holidays with them and is 'free’ from them the rest of the time)

Since he was raised by muggles he had no idea that he’s a wizard and was adoribly lost in that world at first (thankfully his six kind, newfound friends guided him gently)

Shares a room with Jimin and Taehyung because the other Gryffindors are scared to room with them after Taehyung shaved off a guy’s eyebrows in his sleep (“It wasn’t on purpose I swear!”)

Is a really shy cute ball of fluff but probably the most courageous person you will ever meet

He’s the golden maknae of their group since he’s good at almost everything (except for Arithmancy, why the hell did he even take that subject? He hates math)

Best student in DADA (it’s not that he practices much; he’s just able to do it)

Youngest member on the Gryffindor quidditch team; he’s their seeker since first year (after he accidentally caught the snitch at the beginning of his first year he was promptly taken into the team)

Hoseok and Jimin always fly with him, even though Hoseok is on a rivalling team (“You’re doing great sweetie!” “Thanks Hobi-hyung.”)

Has a completely black owl named 'olppaemi’ (which literally means 'owl’ in Korean, very creative of you Kookie)

Has a non-existent sense of direction; gets lost about every second day (and that idiot Taehyung wouldn’t even lend him the marauder’s map so he’d at least get to class on time once a year)

Loves to be babied by all the members of their group of friends but would never admit it (“Eat some more eggs baby or you won’t be fit for the game later.” “I’m already full, Jin-hyung.”)

All six of them have a soft spot for Jungkook that he shamelessly uses whenever it’s convenient for him (but he loves them so much too, they’ve become his new family)

Can see thestrals: he sometimes 'dreams’ about his parents’ murder but he doesn’t know if it’s just his mind playing cruel tricks on him or if it’s actually real (he was just a baby when they were killed, he thinks it’s unlikely that he remembers but it just feels so awfully real so he isn’t sure)

Cried after he stumbled upon the Mirror Erised in first year and saw his parents behind him; Yoongi found him later, they had a long talk which ended with Jungkook falling asleep and Yoongi giving him a piggy-back ride to the Gryffindor common room (“That never happened.” “It did, Yoongi-hyung! Don’t try to deny it!” “Shut up Kook before I hex your bratty ass.”)

His patronus is a white rabbit (that thing jumps as fast and agile as Jungkook flies and all his friends think that their resemblance is adorable)

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Author’s note: Well that’s it! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!^^ If you find any mistakes tell me so I can correct them :3 (and I thought for a very long time about which houses I should put them in, it was really difficult. I could definitely see some of them in different houses but I feel like it fits better with the story.)