#been writing oneshots as a means for warming up for big writing sessions lately

[lexosaurus]

y'all badger cereal ppl really be out here dragging my ass down this road huh

[imagining-in-the-margins]

WIP Challenge Snippets!

Big thank you to everyone who requested something. I love hearing what ideas you all are excited for! I'll put each of the snippets below in alphabetical order. All but one are just dialogue - I'm currently at a point where that's all I have done for most of my WIPs.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, only smut fics were requested, so minors please DNI!

Hope you enjoy!

Centerfold*

I'm still unsure if this will be a mini-series or a oneshot. I have no freaking clue. Here's a snippet of dialogue, though! Starts with Derek.

“Alright kid, spill the beans.” “Did you know that phrase could stem from numerous possible practices? It could just be a reference to vomiting, but there’s an alternate explanation involving an ancient voting practice of dropping colored beans into a jar and—“ “Not gonna work on me, Reid.” “Fine.” (whispers) “That girl in that magazine? The ‘Vegas Vixen?’ I lost my virginity to her.” “You’re messing with me.” “No! I’m not! I swear that I am not messing with you.” “There’s no way.” “Would I make that up?!” “To mess with me? Yeah, maybe.”

Coquette*

This is a long work that has been heavily inquired about and a very long time coming, so here is a long snippet of dialogue to continue the trend. Starts with Spencer.

“Don’t sound so scared. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “I-I know.” “Do you?” “No. I just hoped not…” “What were you planning if I said I was going to?” “Where are we going? I never told you my address.” “I need to drive around in case someone is following us.” “Oh. That makes sense.” “Answer my question.” “I… hadn’t considered it.” “That’s a lie.” “Fine. I would make a deal with you.” “Tell me the deal. Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” “I won’t tell everyone how hard you got for me when I danced on your lap if you don’t tell them I’m a stripper.” “A tempting offer, although I’m not very ashamed of being turned on by a woman who’s made a career out of being tantalizing, Coquette.” “What’s your idea of a good deal, then?” “Hmmm… My silence in exchange for whatever you were willing to offer me before you found out who I was.” “What are you implying?” “I know a lot about that club… And that it was your first night in the backroom. But your nerves tell me you knew what you were there for.” “Are you seriously propositioning me right now? Through blackmail?” “You asked me what a good deal was, not what I would ask for.” “So what would you ask for?” “Your address. So I can take you home.”

H2M Epilogue*

This whole part makes me want to melt, but here is a funny dialogue snippet.

Derek: “Alright, I know you love to break rules, but Penelope made me doorman for a reason.” Reader: “You really want to pick a fight with me? On my wedding day? I know you know me, Derek Morgan. I know you know better than to stand between me and my husband.” Derek: “He’s not your husband yet, Princess.” Spencer: “Actually, we had a courthouse ceremony a few weeks ago, just in case something happened and we had to miss this ceremony.” (Reader tackles him as he walks up to the door) Derek: “Hopeless. And selfish. Penelope is going to kill me, you know.”

Lane Courtesy* (Franklin)

This fic is purely for my beta @sunlight-moonrise, but y'all can read it if you want. Starts with Franklin.

“Maybe it’d be easier if you bought clothes that fit.” “I think I look pretty good in what I’m wearing. And I think you think so, too. Besides... it’s all in the wrist, anyway. You wanna see?” (She grabs his ball, he grabs her arm) “Don’t worry, babe. I’m good at handling men’s balls.” “Oh, I bet you are.” “Plus, I promise I’ll give them back to you after.”

Practice Makes Perfect* (backburner)

This is a very old original idea I had. I'm not sure if/when I'll ever get around to it - if anyone wants it, I'd love to hand over the dialogue I have so far. Here is a snippet regardless! Starts with Spencer.

“Hey (y/n), what—" “Spencer! Can I come in?” “C-come in? Into my room?” “Uh... yeah.” “But you... you’re... you’re dressed like a...” “A stripper, yeah. Are you going to make me stand out here like this longer?” (He lets her in) “Is there something I can do?” “Can I dance on you?” “What?” “I want to give you a lap dance. Please.” “A lap— why?" “Who else am I going to ask? Hotch? Please, Spencer. You’re the only person I trust.” “Trust?” “Please stop rephrasing everything I say as a question.”

Shortbread (Chip)

Love me some Sub!Chip. This is honestly probably on the backburner. I've been in a very Spencer mood lately. Starts with Chip.

“Can I ask you something?” “What’s up, sweetheart?” “Why are you so nice to me all the time?” “What do you mean?” “You don’t really know me. But ever since I met you, you’ve always just been nice to me. I mean, I know you’re nice to everyone, but it feels…” “Different? It should.”

Seatbelt Safety* (Chip)

Gosh, this fic is so short, I really need to just write it. Uber Driver Chip. Starts with Reader.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. I kind of needed to act a bit crazy.” “Why?” “I was trying to get out a super awkward date.” “By running into the street?” “Trust me. It was a bad date.” “Oh. Well, I’m sorry you had a bad date.” “It’s fine. You know how it goes.” “Not really. Haven’t had a date in a long time.” “Why is that?” “Idunno.” “Hm.” “What?” “You wanna go on a date with me?” “What?” “Let’s go on a date.” “... What?” “Most people say yes or no. ‘What’ isn’t very helpful. Is this why you can’t get a date?” “I can get a date! I just... haven’t been asked by anyone in awhile. And definitely not like that. That was weird.”

Study Session* (requested three times!):

I have a lot of this done already, so you get an actual sneak peek here!

“Listen closely, young lady,” he said like I had any other option. Like I wasn’t enraptured and enchanted by the feel of his warm breath once again hitting my ear. He could feel the way breath stuttered and my body stumbled straight into him with eager hands. I could almost feel his smirk against my ear when he concluded, “I would never... ever sleep with you.” And just like that, he was gone. He didn’t just drop me; he tossed me to his side like the very notion of being that close to me disgusted him. The desire that had been burning inside of my chest quickly shifted to rage. He could pretend like he didn’t want me, but there was no other justification for bringing me out to the back in the first place. There was no reason to allow me to confront him, nor for him to discuss my sex life in any manner at all. Seconds after we were both inside again, I grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back to me. Surprisingly, there was very little resistance. It was almost like he was waiting for me to do it. I tugged him into the small, dimly lit bathroom without a care in the world for who might have seen us or what whispers might follow. Spencer was already laughing, apparently amused by anger rolling off of me. “Say it again,” I ordered through heavy breaths, “Say it to my face.” I’d prepared myself for a number of responses — most of which were varying levels of humiliating. What I hadn’t prepared for, however, were the words that actually came out of his mouth. Casually, and without question, Spencer ordered, “Get on your knees.” He was so calm that I felt like it must have been a trick. It took everything in me not to fall to my knees, and instead I managed to ask, “Why?” His answer was equally unhelpful and alluring. “Because I said so.”

The Agent Assigned to My Webcam*

This is a beast of a fic, so it'll also be a while. There were so many parts I could show you, but I thought this one was the most thought provoking.

Reader: “Wait! Sorry, I-I... uh... Can I see your ring?” Spencer: “... Sure.” Reader: “Thanks. What did you say your name was?” Spencer: “I didn’t.” (He leaves, she follows him into the empty hallway) Reader: “Do I know you, Doctor Reid?” Spencer: “No.” Reader: “Are you sure?” Spencer: “I could ask you the same thing.” Reader: “Drop your pants and I’ll tell you exactly how sure I am.” Luke: (walks in) “Sorry. Am I... interrupting something?”

That's all for now, folks!

Thanks for reading. If you feel so inclined, let me know what you thought about any of the above here!

[whimsymuse]

Get Lost with Me (yoongi x reader | Oneshot)

➺ “Sometimes it’s the little things can make someone’s day and possibly change your life forever.”

A/N So i realize that I’ve been writing a lot. Forgive me, but I have to get out as much as I can before I lose the inspiration and I was too excited about this to wait to post it later. 

      This is a gift to @theboyz-engup because I miss her a lot even though we talk everyday and because she deserves some sweetness in her life (haha get it? cause ‘Suga’ haha...sorry) Anyways, hope you like it!

Masterlist

pairing: Yoongi x Reader

genre: Fluff and angst, cause it’s me we’re talking about.

warnings: strong language

words: 4,485

If you knew you would have to be up before the crack of dawn every morning just to make it to your 8am class, you would not have signed up for it. But, no… You and your naive fresh out of high school self thought that you could miraculously shift your way of life into that of a morning person because, they had their shit together, right? So here you were, yawning the biggest and most shameless yawn you’ve ever let out right by the bus stop, long before the rest of the world would even consider waking up.

You cursed your overly optimistic past self for not even considering that you would need time to get ready, prepare a decent breakfast, grab your coffee and race to the bus stop before you caught your bus. Luckily it was your first day today, meaning you weren’t lethargic from a late night study session, so you were able to do all of those things. Though you were not looking forward to the days you’d be lacking sleep while trying to keep up with this routine.

You brought your travel mug to your lips and closed your eyes, blissfully allowing the warm and caffeinated drink to slowly wake you up. Whoever invented coffee was a goddamn saint and you owed them your life. Your eyes reluctantly opened when you heard the sounds of your bus approaching.

“Good morning!” The bus driver greeted you with a bright smile as you stepped onto the bus.

You smiled back in response as you scanned your card, “Morning.” Then made your way into the bus.

The bus was practically vacant, as you expected, save for the couple of elderly ladies occupying the courtesy seats near the front and the passed out (possibly drunk) man at the back. You took a seat by the back doors right beside a big window, far enough from the passed out man because you didn’t want to be too near if he woke up and close enough to the door to race out at your stop.

As the bus pushed forward on its route, your leaned against the window and sighed. Today was going to be a long day, you thought to yourself, but at least your past self had half a mind to cram all of your classes around the morning so that you at least got everything done at once.

The bus moved further down its route and as sunlight slowly started to trickle into the bus, so did more people. The bus still wasn’t packed by the time he boarded, but even if it had been, you wouldn’t have been able to miss him.

As the bus started to leave, you were absentmindedly scrolling through your phone when all of a sudden the bus jolted to a stop, nearly sending your bag and yourself tumbling out of your seat. Immediately, your eyes flickered over to the window beside you to see why the bus stopped so abruptly and that’s when you first noticed him.

Your first thought after seeing him was “What kind of run is that?” as you watched a man in a black hoodie sprint towards the awaiting bus in the most crab-like fashion you’ve ever seen. When he stepped onto the bus, you tried to suppress a laugh as he thanked the bus driver through haggard breaths. As he made his way further into the bus, you caught his eye and you probably would’ve been intimidated by the glare he sent you if you hadn’t just seen him grandpa sprint for the bus, but you did so you just continued to giggle into your palm.

The stranger appeared to be too tired to start anything with you, as he rolled his eyes and planted himself by the window in the set of seats next to yours then closed his eyes. You took that as an opportunity to actually get a good look of him. From where you sat, all you could see was his profile, but with his hood down no longer obscuring his face, you noted that he was pretty handsome.

His hair was a nice chocolate brown colour that was tousled, probably from the running he did you assumed, and his skin was porcelain smooth. His features appeared to be youthful and soft from what you could see and briefly you were shocked that this was the same man who’d glared at you not even a couple minutes ago.

If I get to see him everyday, maybe I can stand to wake up early in the morning, you mused to yourself, then turned back to your phone screen.

Your stop was the last one, so you didn’t really have to pay attention to the stops that came before, but your head immediately shot up when you heard a commotion from the seats next to you.

“Shit, sorry.” You heard a deep and gruff voice say just before seeing the chocolate haired man stumble his way out of the crowd you hadn’t even realized filled the bus and out of the door.

You giggled into your hand again as you watched him try to make himself presentable in the reflection of the bus. As he touched up he hair you caught his gaze again, but this time instead of glaring, he looked up at you flustered. In a bout of misplaced confidence, you pointed to him and then held up three fingers with a smile to tell him he looked good. For a second, he looked confused, but as his cheeks grew even more red and he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck, you knew he understood.

Finally the bus pulled away and as it did you waved goodbye and he did so as well, though hesitant, and you felt a giddy feeling fill your stomach.

That was a good way to start my day, you thought, now I’ll never see him again. And a part of you hoped for that to be true because although he might be good looking, you didn’t usually interact with strangers. You also never blatantly told a stranger the he looked perfect, so yes, you were a little embarrassed and you hoped you’d never see him again after today.

Boy were you wrong.

…

You started to see that stranger almost everyday on the bus after that. He always got on at the same stop and got off at the same stop. Each time, you couldn’t help but notice what he was wearing and you decided he shopped with one word in mind - black. He noticed you too, at least you hoped he did. The day after you first saw him, he stepped onto the bus and his eyes immediately met yours and then widened with shock before he shyly looked away and took his usual seat.

You meetings got a little easier from there. When you both came to terms with the fact that the other would probably be apart of your morning for the foreseeable future, you grew more comfortable with each other.  That isn’t to say you had conversations with each other, or actually spoke to each other… ever. But you did start to greet him with a smile or a ‘good morning’ and he would usually nod back with a smile of his own before taking his seat, always the seat opposite yours. Besides that, the two of you never spoke.

That is until one fateful day.

There he is, you thought to yourself as you watched a black hooded figure crab run towards the bus though the corner of your eye. After lowering his hood, you raised your hand to greet him, but the words caught in your mouth when you noticed the bags under his eyes.

You lowered your hand slowly as you watched him plop down in his seat and shut his eyes as if to shut out you and the rest of the world. After that, apart of you felt offended, but rationally speaking you knew you shouldn’t be because he didn’t owe you his attention. Just because you greeted him every day in the morning and it made your day to see his gummy smile, didn’t mean he had to show it to you all the time.

You knew it shouldn’t have bothered you, but you still spent the bus ride brooding and occasionally sending a glare over to him on the off chance that he’d wake up and notice, though he never did. He actually never woke up period, and as the stop you knew was his slowly approached, you started to grow concerned. His breaths were still heavy, and his stop was the next one. Should you wake him up? Did you have a right to do that? Maybe he’s getting off somewhere else? But at that thought, you shook your head. He always got on and off at the same stops, so he was definitely getting off at the next stop.

Your thoughts were incessant as you felt the bus gradually slow down, yet the very man filling your thoughts never stirred.

“Goddamnit.” You mumbled under your breath, as you rose from your seat and lightly tapped the stranger on the shoulder.

He immediately shook awake and glared at you, “What the fu-”

“Your stop.” You cut in before he could complete his sentence and you noticed his eyes widen as he took in his surroundings. He shot out of his seat, nearly bumping into you with his bag, for which he apologized, before he raced out the door.

You shook your head as you settled back into your seat and as the bus started to pull away, you nearly missed the black figure calling your attention. Key word being nearly, for just before the bus left, you unconsciously turned your head towards the window and noticed the very man you’d help not miss his stop waving at you with a bright smile on his face before mouthing the words “thank you”.

You waved back with a smile and when he was completely out of your view, you turned back to face the front of the bus just as the same giddy feeling from your first meeting filled your stomach.

Maybe you could be a morning person after all.

…

Or maybe you couldn’t. You thought as you dragged yourself to the bus stop, then onto the bus and to your usual seat, not even caring to acknowledge the judgemental stares the old women at the front gave you, or the hushed conversation they probably had about you afterwards.

You just didn’t give a damn anymore, about them or about what anyone else thought. It didn’t matter anyways. Nothing mattered, a voice inside your head seemed to enjoy reminding you of that lately. You took a deep swig from the flask you’ve had practically attached to your hip the entire night before. A slow grin formed on your face as the alcohol burned a trail down your throat and pooled in the depths of your stomach. You didn’t usually drink alcohol, but it warmed you up, it was one of the few things that still did, so you were going to enjoy the small pleasure of it.

To say you had a rough night would be an understatement. Your landlord kicked you out all because you roommate couldn’t afford to pay their share of the rent. You’d caught your boyfriend cheating on you with one of you closest friends and you found out you failed one of your courses, all in the span of one night.

You took another drink for the flask. When you shook it to test the remaining contents, you frowned, you were going to need some more. You were far from drunk enough to forget the entire night happened.

You were too busy wallowing in your own corner of self-pity to notice when a certain stranger boarded the bus. You were also too busy to notice him stop before taking his usual seat to look at you and what you’d switched out for your typical morning coffee. The sigh he let out however, you heard, just before he plopped down into the seat right next to you.

“What happened?” He asked in a voice softer than you would’ve ever expected to leave his mouth.

“Why do you care?” You hissed back, quickly getting over the initial shock of him having sat down next to you. Why couldn’t people just mind their own damn business.

“Because I do.”

You rolled your eyes and just as you were about to bring your flask back up to your lips, it disappeared from your hand.

“Hey!” You protested as you tried to grab it back from the man, “Give it back!”

“You’ll get it back after you tell me what happened.” The man brought the flask to his nose to smell it and he immediately flinched back, “Holy crap, is this whiskey?! Who the hell drinks whiskey at six in the morning?!”

“I don’t have to tell you anything. Now give me back my flask!”

The man easily dodged your grasping hands, then pinned you in place with a hard stare. “You clearly have to tell someone, and who else are you going tell? Those women over there?” He nodded towards the elderly women at the front, “I’m sure they’re love to hear what you have to say, as well as their friends.”

You gave up on retrieving your flask and decided to just sink back into your seat. You knew you didn’t have to tell him anything and frankly you didn’t want to tell him anything. So what if he kept your flask, it’s not like your day can get any worse.

The man frowned at your pout, then let out a sigh, “Come on, please. I want to help you.”

“Why would you want to help me?”

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “I don’t know. Maybe because you helped me a couple times? I also don’t like seeing you upset.”

He mumbled the last part and if your weren’t sitting right next to him you wouldn't have heard it, but for the first time out of all of your bus rides together you were, so the words filled you with a warmth that only alcohol had been able to fill you with recently.

Reluctantly, you sat up and leaned forward onto your knees. Maybe talking about it would help, but you didn’t have to look at him when you said anything.

“I got kicked out of my apartment, my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend and I failed a course.” You said all in one breath. It was ironic how things that easily brought your entire life to its knees could all be said in a single sentence,as if they were nothing more than words.

A heavy silence fell between the two of you as those very words filled the air. It was suffocating, to the point where you wanted to scream. You were about to stand and excuse yourself from the entire conversation and probably leave the bus, until you noticed the phone by the man’s ear. Was he really making a phone call right now?! Is he serious?! After you laid the shambles of your ruined life at his feet, he decided to call someone.

“Are you fuckin-” The words dripped with so much malice from your mouth you could almost taste it, before getting cut off.

“Hey, Joon? Yeah, it’s me. I won’t be coming to the studio today, something came up.” He paused as if to hear what the other person on the line had to say before he responded, “I finished most of my stuff yesterday, I’ll be fine. Alright, see ya.”

Once, he hung up. He turned to you with a smirk. “What do you say you get lost with me, today?” He asked and you mouth clamped shut.

You didn’t have the faintest idea what he could’ve meant by those words, but something about his smirk, about him, made you trust him or want to at least. So without even hesitating, you nodded and soon after, he whisked you off of the bus and into the city.

The man, you later found out, was named Yoongi. He was an aspiring music producer, a good one at that (he let you listen to a couple of his songs) and he loved basketball. You’d learned all of this ask he took you all across the city, on buses where neither of you knew were heading and to places neither of you knew the names of. All of the rivers, parks, galleries and hidden walkways blurred together into a mirage of colours before you. However, one thing about the day was crystal clear. You easily forgot about your troubles as you got lost in all that was Min Yoongi.

He was so beautiful in all kinds of lighting, both sun and street. He had a way of charming you with just a smile or a simple phrase. He was enigmatic, in the way he would stare out at the city with a serene but unreadable expression. The cityscape was beautiful, but for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He would look at a scene, painting or body of water and tell you what he thought of it, yet all you could think about was what he must really be thinking. There was more to him than he was letting on, you didn’t know why you knew it, but you knew and it just felt wrong to assume otherwise. So while Yoongi got lost in the city, got lost in him.

He told you so much about him, but you felt you knew nothing at all. But at the same time, you felt so at home with him. You didn’t know how that could be possible, especially since the two of you’d just started talking today. The feeling of being in an endless labyrinth, yet knowing that there must be an end to it, filled your mind when you thought of him and that feelling was confusing until you realized it wasn’t at all foreign. It was how you felt, every day of your life.

You felt that your mind was muddled with the problems you faced in your present, in your past and in your future. Constant anxiety about what horror was to come next filled you up. It was a feeling you didn’t realize you felt until you saw it mirrored in someone else.

He’s had a hard life too, your mind reasoned. And when you realized that, you saw Min Yoongi more clearly.

He was an aspiring music producer, who’d settled for being an idol on his way there. From what you understood, the trainee years for idols was hell on earth and his current schedule was probably not far from being different. You realized that while you lugged yourself to the bus stop at dawn and enjoyed your lunch at home, Yoongi probably woke up just as early as you and probably didn’t get a proper meal until you’d long gone to bed.

Yet here he was, trying to console you, someone who has only dipped a toe into the cruel reality he probably faced on a daily basis. You never expected the man behind the adorable gummy smile to have so much baggage. And he didn’t even unload it onto you, not in the way you did yours. You could tell in the way he nodded along to your troubles as if he understood because he more than did. You could tell by his eyes, by his voice and by his shoulders, he was tired.

But again, here he was comforting you.

“Your boyfriend is a prick and you deserve a better best friend than that.” Yoongi said bluntly, then he took a swing of your flask.

The two of you were sitting on a hill in some place and in some town, pouring your hearts out while you poured more whiskey down your throats.

You laughed at his frankness. He said it so easily, as if it was the most obvious thing and maybe it was.

“You’re right.” You agreed, feeling a little lighter, “People like that don’t deserve me anyways.”

Yoongi nodded, “They don’t. You’re way too kind and beautiful for them.”

You chuckled as heat rose to your cheeks, “How drunk are you, Mr. Min Yoongi.”

“Not even a little.” He responded in and unwavering voice, “I don’t have to be drunk to acknowledge someone’s good qualities.”

You blushed more furiously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Oh…” You smiled, “Thank you, then… I guess.”

Another silence fell over the two of you, but this time it wasn’t overbearing. It was comfortable, just like how everything else around Yoongi felt.

“Do you have a place to stay tonight?”

You nodded, “I have a friend who offered her spare guest room. She said it’s mine if I can cover half the rent.”

“It’s not your best friend right?” Yoongi asked with a pointed look and you scoffed.

“God no! I don’t even want to see her again, let alone live with her.”

“And what about your course?”

You sighed, “That one’s on me. I didn’t attend enough classes, so of course I was gonna fail. I’ll do better next time.” You promised and you didn’t miss the smile that graced his lips when you did.

“See, it’s not completely the end of the world.” He stated as he handed back your flask.

“You’re right. Not completely.” You smiled before tipping back the remaining contents of the flask down your throat.

Yoongi chuckled as another beat of silence filled the air around you.

For a second you hesitated before saying it, but the words have been sitting on the tip of your tongue since the two of you sat down.

“You didn’t have to help me today.”

His response was immediate, “You didn’t have to help me either.”

You shook your head, trying another approach, “Why did you help me today?”

“Why did you help me those days?” Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you questioningly and you groaned in frustration.

“You know what I mean, Yoongi.” When he shook his head, you groaned again before saying, “Making sure someone doesn’t miss their bus stop isn’t exactly the same at treating someone to a tour of the city just so that they feel a little better.”

“Are you able to smile again after today?”

“Am I - What does that have to do with any of this?”

“Just answer the question.” Yoongi said forcefully and you were slightly taken aback.

“I mean… Of course I can.”

Why can’t you?

You didn’t ask it, but you were sure he could sense the question hanging in the air.

Yoongi let out a heavy sigh as if he was reluctant to speak. But then he looked over at you, at the concern in your eyes and something in him broke. He would never understand how a complete stranger managed to so easily break down the walls he’d so carefully built around himself and make him want to feel vulnerable, but he wasn’t about to let the chance slip through his fingers.

“Before I met you. I was in a dark place. Some days I woke up not knowing if I could afford to eat lunch or if I could take the express train home and get an extra hour of sleep. I spent every day in the studio, working my ass off to produce songs, record music, learn choreography. It almost got to the point where I didn’t see the joy in my music. It was a constant pattern of taking a bus to the studio, eating some cheap ramen for lunch, and working on music until I passed out or I took the express train to the studio and then passed out. Eventually, I stopped feeling alive…”

Yoongi paused in his speech to look up at you and then smile. You didn’t know how he could smile while talking about something so sad, but you felt like you had to smile back anyways even if it was sadly. That apparently was the right choice because his smile brightened before he continued, “And then you showed up. You with your smile and bright greetings in the morning….Y/n… You were the highlight of my day.”

You had to remind yourself to keep breathing, but that proved to be difficult under the intense stare Yoongi was pointing towards you.

“You made my morning commutes feel less tedious and I stopped taking the express train and started eating lunch. I didn’t think something as simple as that could lift my mood so much.” He smiled sheepishly when you sent a glare his way, “Hey, you’d be surprised how much my mood changed after that! I actually felt happy in the mornings and that showed in my work, in my music. I felt like me again.”

He took your hands into his own, “You made me feel like me again.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you felt his warmth seep from his hands and completely surround you.

“The least I could do was take you around the city and make your day after you’ve made mine countless of times.”

You stared at Yoongi breathless. You didn’t think those little things you did in the morning meant so much to someone, meant so much to him. It warmed your heart knowing that you could have such an effect on someone. Your eyes fell to his lips and you could almost swear he mirrored your action. We’re alike in so many ways, you mused before laying your heart on the line.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked.

After Yoongi’s nod you didn’t miss a beat before leaning in, but somehow he still managed to meet you halfway.

So damn alike.

The kiss felt like something you’ve never felt before. It was simple and chaste yet the most intoxicating thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. The way his soft lips molded against yours filled you with a warmth incomparable to a blanket, alcohol, fire or even the sun itself. The feeling burned you up and made you feel alive at the same time, you couldn’t get enough of it.

When the two of you pulled away, you pressed your foreheads together, as if neither of you wanted to move too far. His hands easily found yours and intertwined your fingers, then brought them up to his lips to kiss. Even that simple gesture made you heart skip a beat.

This man was going to give you so many heart problems, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to mind.

And if given the choice, you would gladly get lost with him again.

A/N I honestly feel so giddy after writing this. I’ve been so soft for Yoongi recently and I think it shows in my writing. I had so much fun writing this.

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