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Somebody Does Love | MYG

Pairing: BestFriend!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Idol au

Synopsis: You never wanted to burden Yoongi with your problems, he was healing and you weren’t even close but he was your best friend and he’d always turn up for you.

Warnings: Depression, self depreciation, implied self harm.

WC: 2.1k

Posted: 18 August 2023

It didn't take much for Yoongi to worry about you. He could tell something was wrong by something as simple as the way you worded a text or how you carried yourself on a particular day. In fact, he knew you better than you knew yourself. Habits, tastes, quirks. Some of which he'd tell you, others he kept to himself because he didn't want you to stop doing them, because he knew you'd stop if he did.

He knew you well enough that you'd stop all the things he loved most about you if he uttered a word about them, it was a habit of yours he hated. You never did it consciously, of course. It was like it was programmed into you that the second someone told you they loved a feature, you’d change it or one of your quirks, you'd stop doing it almost instantly.

And that list of things he loved was long. He'd probably have to write a book, but there were things he hated, one in particular.

You never wanted to bother him with your problems.

It drives him mad.

He's your best friend, Yoongi would remind you constantly. You're problems were his problems and vice versa. someone broke your heart? They broke his. Someone mistreated him? They mistreated you.

One thing always remained certain for both of you, no one would argue it. You'd take a bullet for each other in a heartbeat.

"You've been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes, hyung." Namjoon broke the silence of Yoongi's studio, interrupting the elder's thoughts.

"Sorry, You wanted something?" Yoongi asked nonchalantly as he swung his chair to face Namjoon, greeting him with a forced smile.

Namjoon held up a set of headphones he'd taken from one of the shelves in Yoongi's studio. "Mine broke, I knew you had a spare."

Yoongi rolled his eyes endearingly, a small breathly laugh slipped out.

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Namjoon protested his innocence.

For once, it actually wasn't the clumsy man-child’s fault.

"Ah yes, it's the little man that mysteriously comes in your studio and breaks all your stuff," Yoongi teased.

"Uhm, It was, actually." A blush rose on Namjoons cheeks, whether he wanted to admit it or profusely deny it, he could give a tomato a run for its money. "Jimin was in.. he.. sat on them."

"Suuure," he teased further, "I'm sure that’s what he, no, the two of you, were doing."

"Hyung!"

"Dongsaeng?" Yoongi hummed, giving Namjoon a knowing look.

"Back to the original point," Namjoon deflected. "Are you okay? You were miles away."

"I'm fine," Yoongi looked back at the lyrics on the screen, his expression changing instantly. "It's y/n."

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know" He rested back on his chair while running his hands through his long, fluffy hair. "I haven't heard from her in two days. I was meant to have dinner with her and got really into writing this song and I had an idea for the beat and went all in. She knows I get like that sometimes, and that's the reason when I don't reply."

"Sometimes." Namjoon rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I messaged her that I was sorry and we should have breakfast, no reply. I text about dinner an hour ago, and it's not even delivered."

"You're telling me this like you've never just welcomed yourself into her apartment a million and one times." Namjoon reminded him with a raised brow.

"I really have to fin.."

"GO!" Namjoon ordered his hyung. "Leader privileges," he defended quickly when he realised how abrupt he was while still pointing towards the studio door.

He didn't wait a second longer. Even leaving the studio in his slides, forgoing the Nike dunks by the door. Leaving Namjoon to save his work and sort all his equipment which he gladly did. He was worried about you too, more so because you meant so much to someone that meant equally as much to him. Thirteen years isn't easily forgotten, and you were there too.

He made it to your apartment twenty minutes later, letting himself in like it was his own home.

The sight he saw was enough to cause an ache, vice like grip on his heart.

Quickly making his way to be by your side.

With gentle calloused fingertips your best friend tilted your chin up, his smile was warm and inviting, but his eyes were filled with worry and sadness, even guilt for not noticing something was wrong sooner.

The pad of his thumb wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks, neither set of eyes straying from the others, you only briefly cut eye contact to blink away oncoming tears as they clouded your vision.

You weren’t there, not really. Yoongi knew better than to pressure you into talking, so he stayed silently knelt in front of you for a moment, his large hands engulfing your little ones before bringing them towards his lips for a quick peck before he took a seat beside you. He took you into his arms and kept you close until you stopped crying, not a care for the time that went by or the fact that his phone kept going off. It wasn't important, not right now.

“You're gonna be okay,” He talked softly, quiet as a mouse like he was afraid to startle you.

He repeated himself over and over, followed by 'i love you', 'you're safe with me" and every other sweet thing he’d ever told you. Your cries eventually turned into quiet hiccups to unsteady breaths and eventually a quiet calm, the room filled with nothing but your breaths and the noises from the street outside.

You stayed like that, in the comfort of his arms, in silence. An hour went by, maybe more.

He looked down at you, almost falling asleep from exhaustion, your entire face red and puffy from so much crying. All the overwhelming feelings all on your own, so intensely burst like a dam. He wasn't leaving your side, music would have to wait. For as long as you needed him, he was going to be there.

"Don't sleep, jagiya. Let me make you something to eat, alright? We'll get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. You can sleep after that."

You shook your head.

"Yes," Yoongi told you sternly, not too harsh, but he wasn't going to let you keep doing this to yourself, not on his watch. "I will chew it for you and spit it in your mouth like a mother bird, if i have too."

You scrunched up your face in disgust, causing Yoongi to chuckle softly.

"That's what I thought."

You didn't protest when Yoongi ushered you into your room, you didn't want to hurt him. He was getting you in the bath regardless. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked before, definitely not under the same circumstances, but it didn't faze him then, and it won't faze him now.

He went into the bathroom and starting filling the bath, picking your favourite bathbomb and dropping it into the bath, smiling to himself as it turned purple and a light lavender scent began to fill the air. He grabbed some towels and put them in the dryer to warm up for you before coming to help you out of your clothes.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Always," you replied in a coarse whisper.

He was careful, gentlemanly, checking your face for any sign you were uncomfortable. You were okay until he went to help you out of your tracksuit bottoms, he watches your hands clutch tighter to the bedsheet and the faint hitch in your breath.

"I'm sorry," you tell him before nodding in permission for him to take them off.

He took one look at your thighs before looking up at you, leaning up to press a light kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever apologise for how you feel, I just wish you'd told me it was getting this bad again."

He wrapped his arm around your body, helping you toward the bathroom and helped you step into the bath. He relaxed a little when he heard you hum as you lowered into the water.

"Is it hot enough?” he asked, watching for any discomfort.

“S’good.” you hum, tracing over the bubbles with the tips of your fingers. Yoongi watched on with a little smile before he sat himself on the edge of the bath, reaching for your favourite body wash and a soft sponge, opting for the soft option rather than a loofah.

He squeezed a drop of soap onto the sponge and scrunched it together in his hands until it was covered in vanilla scented suds.

“Tell me to stop if you want me too,” he told you, leaning forward to get a look at you when you didn't reply. You nod for him to go on, even though you were miles away. He could tell by your eyes, he decided to just get on with it. He moved gently around your back, air in the bathroom filled with it's vanilla scent, mixing with the lavender. It was even making him sleepy. He watched you close your eyes beginning to relax as he continued on.

Once he had you covered in bubbles he rinsed you off with a cup he had sitting near by in the water and began washing the bubbles off. He saw your back rise and fall with a deep breath, a yawn he came to realise. He glanced at your face and your eyes in a fight to stay open as you moved your hands up to your face slowly and rubbed at your eyes for a moment before dropping your hands back into the water. Yoongi smiled. You looked adorable, if he was honest.

He was equally as gentle when washing your hair, missing some of your routine but the goal was to get your freshened up and comfortable, not Miss Universe.

“You can lay back now if you want.” Yoongi offered, you sighed and slumped in the tub, body sinking into the bubbles.

"Why do you do this for me? You're always there." You finally spoke more than one word.

"Because even if everything else was to disappear, I know you'll always be there."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You are," he told you, leaning down to kiss your forehead again before he left for the kitchen to make you a quick snack, knowings it’s probably all you could stomach or be bothered to eat.

Crackers and a makeshift topping would have to do because it was all you had.

He brought everything you two would need for the night including the hot towels from the dryer to the bedroom before Yoongi helped you out of the bath, taking you into the bedroom wrapped up in the toasty towel to get you dried off and into some PJs.

“Which Pyjamas do you want?”

You pointed to him with a sweet, innocent smile.

“My top?” he chuckled. “Really?”

“Please?” and like clockwork you put on your best puppy dog eyes. Jungkook taught you well because Yoongi could never say no.

He rolled his eyes playfully and took off his shirt, pulling it over your head for you and smiled contently when he took a look at you. “You’re so adorable,” he smiled up at you before instructing you to sit between his legs with the hairbrush he had in hand.

You sat in front of him, lightly snacking away on the food he gave you when you sat down while he brushed through your hair, effortlessly putting it into two french braids. He’d watched you do it enough times and he was a quick learner, especially if it was taking up his cuddling time with you.

When you finished eating, Yoongi went to tidy up while you got yourself into bed. Half asleep when he came to join you, he switched off the light and climbed into bed with you.

Instantly cuddling into him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Can I play you a song I’ve been working on?” he asked, cuddling you in close.

Yoongi presses play on his phone as you nod.

Somebody does love but I'm thinking ‘bout you.

He watched as you drift off to sleep, running his hands through your hair, softly singing along until his eyes fell heavy and he drifted off too.

Maybe one day he’d tell you the song is for you.

Authors Note: A huge thank you to @sopebubbles /@sopebubbles-replies for encouraging me to write this fic and proof reading, it's been a long time coming for her, you have no idea! also my bestie @lifeinakpopbubble who never thought she'd see this day.

#yoongi #bestfriend!yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #min yoongi #tw: depression #tw: depressive episode #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #reader fic #tw: mental health #bts #raplinesprince writes

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aliceintheworld · 2 months ago

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PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."

Warning: Suicide (this is a serious topic, please be careful), depression, alcoholism, toxic relationship, intolerance, shy reader (this will pass someday), extremely cute Jungkook 😊 and Gureum (JK's former dog) 😫🙏

A/N: Hi again! I came back earlier than expected, but since I already have a good part of the story written, it wasn't too much work (this won't happen all the time). The themes of this chapter are difficult, so please be careful while reading. It's a short chapter because it’s still an introduction to the story. Things will start happening quickly from now on. Just know that in advance 👀

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Chapter 2

I read the words from my favorite book, The Notebook, and even though every time I open its pages, I’m transported to another dimension, this time it doesn’t happen. I shift uncomfortably in my bed, feeling anxious. My mind is filled with thoughts yet simultaneously empty.

After dinner tonight, I couldn’t accomplish much. I took a shower and tried to watch a documentary I was excited to start, but it failed to capture my attention and did nothing to ease my worries about my neighbor, Misuk. Like her, my father also suffered from depression. I was just a child of 11 when I remember the first time he attempted to take his own life. I was young, but the weight of caring for him, even in terms of his mental health, felt heavy. My father would lie in bed all day, and not knowing what to do, I tried to bring him some comfort: getting good grades, making him proud, being affectionate and smart, asking for nothing from him except for what was essential for my survival.

My mother was incredibly strong; she worked at a marketing company almost all day, and when she came home, she would cook and help me with my math homework. I would sometimes catch her crying while cooking or cleaning up the daily mess, but she always said she was fine and put on a smile. I also remember that my father would occasionally have bursts of happiness. For at least a day, the man he used to be would return—energetic, funny, playful. It was only after some time that I, in my innocence, realized that this was worse. It gave us hope that the hard times would pass, that it was just a difficult moment, and that we didn’t need to worry because the turbulence would eventually subside.

But it didn’t pass. It got worse. With depression, came dependency. My father refused to take his prescribed medication and drank heavily every day. He would start in the morning and continue until nightfall. I felt fortunate if he collapsed on the couch and lost consciousness. Sometimes he would become aggressive, and I would retreat to my room, practically staying there all day. That’s how I began to find solace in reading. Books transported me to another world, more colorful and beautiful. My father, inebriated, didn’t exist in any other universe but my own, and that was comforting.

My parents started to argue; my mother was exhausted from holding everything together for months. One night, she pleaded with him to return to who he used to be, or else she would kick him out. He became so furious that he destroyed my grandmother's old wardrobe, and the only reason he didn’t hurt my mother was that he was too drunk to even reach her. I remember her grabbing my arms and dragging me upstairs, as we heard the car start and speed away from the garage. We only learned hours later that my father had died because he had my mother’s emergency contact saved on his phone. He had suffered a severe accident, crashing his car into a tall concrete wall.

A week after the funeral, my mother went to church for the first time. It became her balm, her ark in the midst of that flood, and I accompanied her without questioning or hesitating. I was so young and didn’t understand much; it felt like a relief. I wasn’t sad; I was happy. Happy that my father, the one I loved so much, was finally gone. The weight of worry, of caring for him, no longer existed. Confessing this to myself, much later, was difficult, but it was the truth. I was happy he had died because, for the first time in a long while, I didn’t have to sacrifice my childhood to look after him. I only had to take care of myself, and no one else.

I think of Misuk once more and find her depression reminiscent of my father's. Aside from that, she is completely different from him. I visited her house last month, and I would never have known what had happened if it weren’t for Jungkook. A tear rolls down my face uncontrollably. My throat tightens as I taste bitterness in my mouth. I feel relief that she hasn’t been able to follow through with her plan, relief because now I understand what she’s going through, and I can finally help her. I was a child when my father died and didn’t comprehend much, but now I can do things differently. I can help her, support her, and be there for her during tough times.

I rise from my bed with newfound energy as an idea flashes in my mind. I sneak into the kitchen in the early hours, trying not to make much noise and wake my mother. I walk through the dark hallway of my house to the kitchen, searching the cupboard for an old recipe book my grandmother left for my mother and me.

My mother never liked cooking, but I do. I’ve always enjoyed making desserts, and knowing I can brighten my neighbor’s day, I decide to prepare a treat. Patbingsu, a frozen dessert with sweet red bean, takes a few hours to make, but it’s easy to follow. I begin gathering the ingredients and organizing everything, only realizing how much time has passed when a deep sleepiness overtakes me and the sun begins to rise through the window.

I glance at my phone’s clock, my eyes widening. It’s now 6 a.m. I look at the dessert, adorned with fruits in a pot I set aside, and panic when I realize that the ice, if not consumed promptly, would become terrible. I smack my forehead in disbelief at my own foolishness. Biting my lower lip, I’m at a loss for what to do. It’s very early, and my neighbors might still be asleep. On the other hand, if I don’t deliver the dessert to them, I’ll likely lose both my recipe and the hours of sleep I sacrificed to make it.

I curse myself, weighing the pros and cons of each option. I decide to peek out the window into the neighboring house, searching for any lights on or signs of movement that might indicate my neighbors are awake. Nothing happens. I huff in disappointment. I decide not to deliver my dessert to Misuk; the mistake was mine for being impulsive and not thinking things through before acting. I step away from the window, feeling disheartened and sad, when suddenly the front door of the neighboring house swings open. Jungkook appears out of nowhere, barefoot and wearing a sweatshirt that nearly covers his hands.

I smile as I watch his sleep-laden face while he stretches and rubs his eyes, still groggy from sleep. He seems to be waking up a bit, opening the door to the house again. That’s when my trance breaks. This is the perfect moment to deliver the pot of sweets to his mother. I dash forward like a madwoman, not bothering to take off my apron or put on my slippers, grabbing everything in a hurry. I nearly trip over the flowers in front of my door, but I don’t stop.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” I shout desperately. A few seconds later, I realize it’s still morning, and I might wake everyone up, so I run even faster to his door. I use all my body and agility to get there before the door closes, thinking he didn’t hear me and that, like an idiot, I wouldn’t make it in time. But the door opens again, and he only sticks his head out, one eye closed as if the sunlight is too much for him at this hour.

A happy, proud smile spreads across my face. I refrain from jumping with joy, knowing that would be excessive and he might think I’m crazy.

“Y/N?” he asks, his voice hoarse as if he’s seeing a mirage. “Good morning, how are you?”

“Good morning,” I reply with a smile. Then I realize I must be interrupting him with all this shouting, and finally, the embarrassment washes over me. “I’m sorry, it’s morning.”

“Yes, it is,” he says, looking me up and down; my apron is crooked, and my hair is a mess. I don’t blame him; he looks awake but not entirely ready. It’s almost as if he just crawled out of bed to greet the morning sun. I must be ruining his peace.

“I’m really sorry again, it’s just that…” I trail off, glancing at the pot in my hands. “I made a little something to sweeten your mother’s day. I hope she likes it.”

“You cooked?” he asks, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “What time?”

“Almost now,” I reply softly, my voice short and hesitant. “I can deliver it to her later, if you want.”

“It’s 6:30 now,” he says, as if still trying to wrap his head around things. He doesn’t seem like a morning person, judging by his demeanor. “Come in, please.”

“No!” I respond quickly, my voice rising. My eyes widen in embarrassment. “You don’t have to; I just came to drop this off for her.”

“Just come in. I just need to wash my face and brush my teeth.” He smiles for the first time, a dimple forming on his cheek, and his doe dark eyes squint. “Come on, I insist.”

“Alright,” I whisper, feeling shy. I take small steps toward the door. I realize I have to pass by him to enter the house, and before I know it, I’m inside. The house is silent, and a small white puppy scurries around my feet, recognizing my presence. I smile, bending down to his level.

“This is Gureum,” Jungkook says from behind me. I nod.

“Your mom told me she adopted him.” I pet his ear, finding it amusing how his fluffy tail wags back and forth. “He wasn’t here last night.”

“Actually, he was, but in my room. My dad is allergic, so until we can get the medication, we keep him mostly to my room.” He explains. I turn to him, nodding in agreement. “I’ll wash my face and be right back.”

“You don’t have to bother; I just want to deliver this.” I repeat, feeling awkward.

“It’s no bother. You can sit on the couch; I’ll be right back.” Before I can respond, he hurries up the stairs, as if afraid I might vanish if he takes too long.

I sit on the couch, hearing the sound of tiny paws behind me. Gureum is so adorable and affectionate, and being small, he has to lift both front paws to reach my hands for pets. I laugh when he licks my hand, tilting his head as if expecting more affection. Minutes pass until Jungkook appears again, this time wearing a tight black t-shirt and a headband that keeps his dark hair pushed back. I forget about Gureum, mesmerized. He is incredibly handsome—almost like a literary character come to life right in front of me. My cheeks flush, and my heart races. For some reason, I like him very much. Since the first time I saw him, I have this feeling.

“Now we can talk,” he smiles, pulling up his gray sweatpants. “I really needed to brush my teeth… you know.”

“Yeah,” I agree, unsure of what to say. He sits on the couch, just a few inches away from me, and that alone makes me nervous. “I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to give this to your mom, but at the same time, I didn’t want to wake her. When I saw you, I just…”

“Wanted to hand it over,” he finishes, smiling. I nod in agreement. “It’s alright. It’s really kind of you to do this. My mom has been waking up later because of her medication, so it was a good idea to talk to me.”

“Thank you,” I say sincerely. He laughs suddenly at my answer, throwing his head back. His white teeth show, and curiously, his two front ones are slightly larger than the others, giving him a cute smile. It's very funny. I want to laugh with him, even though I’m still confused about why he’s laughing.

“Why are you thanking me? You made the sweets!” He justifies his laughter, still chuckling. I grin in embarrassment, hiding my face with my hands.

“I don’t know. I guess I feel guilty for coming to talk to you at this hour.” I shrug.

“Is that the kind of person you are?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, not understanding.

“A nice person,” Jungkook clarifies, smiling at me. His eyes meet mine for a few seconds, and the nervousness I felt earlier comes back stronger. I try to smile, fiddling with my nails, feeling awkward. “Thank you for bringing this dessert. What is it?”

“Patbingsu,” I say, feeling a bit more at ease. Talking about food calms me down. “It’s made with sweet beans and fruits; it’s very healthy.”

“Can I try some? I love patbingsu,” he asks, tilting his head to the side. I nod, opening the glass pot’s lid. He reaches for a fruit, and I can’t help but notice the tattoos adorning his pale arm. I swallow hard, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

His right arm is covered in various designs that stretch down to his fingertips. A flower, a tiger and a phrase that reads “Winners Never Quit” are the only things I can distinguish quickly. I try to focus on something else, but it’s nearly impossible. He is incredibly handsome, much taller than me, exuding confidence and assurance. His scent is the same as yesterday, so good that I wish I could close my eyes to concentrate and feel more; his breath is even fresher from the toothpaste he just used. His hair pushed back draws even more attention to his smooth neck, speckled with beauty marks that, if it weren’t for genetics, I’d say were strategically placed to drive me wild. One specific mole, just below his lower lip, takes my breath away. He moans as he chews on a blueberry, and my already shallow breath nearly escapes me completely. He opens his eyes, frowning as if the fruit were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

“It’s delicious. Really sweet,” he says, licking his lips. “You should try some.” He picks up a strawberry, dipping it in the sweet milk and sugar ice and brings it close to my mouth. I can’t refuse, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I bite into the red fruit, trying not to graze the tips of his fingers, but Jungkook seems unbothered by it and offers the whole thing without hesitation. I can almost taste his skin along with the food, the way he hands it to me without much care. I try not to choke, overwhelmed by what he’s doing to me, unable to say a word.

I swallow everything without uttering a peep. He leans back on the couch, spreading his legs, pausing for a moment to observe me. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, incapable to meet his gaze. He draws me in like some sort of supernatural force, and I can’t fathom how I’ll manage to be near him every time I see him.

“You’re so kind,” he suddenly whispers to himself. I turn to look into his eyes, trying to understand him. “Thank you so much for caring for my mom in this way. I’m at a loss for words.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do,” he insists without hesitation. “My mom needs more people like you around her. I’m glad to have you here with her.”

“Jungkook... I... Your mom is very important to me. You really don’t have to thank me. I couldn’t sleep thinking about her, and I decided to bring this because I know she’s feeling deep pain right now.” I say, feeling brave and determined. I need to tell him this. “I appreciate you confiding in me about what you told me last night. I promise I’ll do everything I can to take care of her and be there for her. Her secret is completely safe with me.”

“I know that,” he assures, smiling slightly. He bends down to give Gureum a gentle pat, who is now lying near his feet. He looks back at me, nodding. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. You can count on that.”

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tiodolma · 1 month ago

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Colin Morgan and his... Merlin Costume ; _ ;

S1 Colin Morgan: This is basically eh my main costume. This is, this is the costume I actually wear in the very first coming into Camelot. This is pretty much, this my favorite costume coz this is probably my only one...so, sorry!

S5 Colin Morgan: Merlin is no longer the young boy that he once was even tho he is still wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when he was (CM laughs, screen shows ep1 opening) um...

#bbc merlin #s1 #s5 #merlin lore #merlin bts #cm quotes #behind the scenes #costume #cm: help me pls this is a cry for help #cm: my main wardrobe never changed i beg #cm: why did katie get all the cool stuff #km: u get to wear shirt and trousers so shut up #cm: i'm a theatre jock i need nice clothes too #zero character arcs vs five character arcs #five character arcs vs zero character arcs #things that give me depression #thanks i hate this

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 2 years ago

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🍋🍎🍑🍍 run BTS (fruit ver.) 🍐🍏🍇🍉 & the liar:

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missywritesfor7 · 1 month ago

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Epilogue

Yoongi and Hyeri found a bit of pleasure in watching the media implode at the news of their relationship. Their instagram post made its way around the world three times within seconds of it being posted. A few times during their vacation they checked social media just to see what people were saying. Many people were supportive but of course there’s always the toxic few that demanded Yoongi leave the group and Hyeri get dropped from her agency. It was all to be expected, but it was hard for them to care when relaxing in an infinity pool overlooking a Sicilian beach.

Unfortunately, the return to reality after their trip wasn’t the smoothest. The two who were more used to sneaking off for secret dates in parking lots were now the most talked about couple in the world. Cameras were everywhere looking for the money making shot of Yoongi and Hyeri out holding hands or kissing. The more intimate, the more money it was worth. It caused things to get increasingly stressful for them which led to some sleepless nights and arguments about the tiniest of things out of pure exhaustion. They started to wonder if maybe they had made a mistake. Then one day something beautiful happened on the one year anniversary of their public announcement.

It became clear to fans early on how much the media attention seemed to be overwhelming the two of them. Hyeri walked out of one interview when she was continually asked about her relationship with Yoongi when she had already stated that she wasn’t there to discuss that. In a group interview, Yoongi refused to answer any questions a very assertive interviewer tried throwing his way about his relationship. Every question was shut down by Namjoon who, with the rest of the members, offered to act as Yoongi’s shield against anyone who dared to ask any invading questions. This caused some people to try portraying Yoongi and Hyeri as a “mean” couple. Creating false narratives and making things increasingly difficult for them.

As it neared a year since they announced themselves to the world, fans on both sides banded together to create a display of love and support. Yoongi and Hyeri hadn’t even realized it had been a year already, but as they were on their way home after having a quick dinner, they saw a large billboard with their picture on it. It was the same picture they posted to instagram one year earlier along with a congratulatory message on one year since the public debut of Rainbow Suga. Seeing the billboard made them feel a comforting warmth surround them. As they continued their journey they saw a bus pass by with the same photo and message congratulating Rainbow Suga. By the time they got to the third banner hung at a bus stop, Hyeri could no longer hold it in. She began giggling lightly mentioning how ridiculous “Rainbow Suga” is. Her giggles grew to a full laugh with Yoongi laughing along with her. It was such a silly and embarrassing thing, but at that moment it was hilarious. They saw another banner as they continued their journey and they only laughed harder. Things had been so rough for them that they realized it had been a very long time since they simply sat and laughed together. Thanks to the love of their fans they felt like they had been rejuvenated with a burst of energy.

They communicated more, stayed honest with each other, then recorded what became the idol mic drop song of the century. Produced by Yoongi and written and performed by Rainbow Suga, the song was an anthem criticizing the way idols are treated when they dare to fall in love. It also took shots at the media for being the biggest facilitators of privacy violations, rumors, hatred, harassment, and abuse. The song took off, and the dance challenge choreographed by Hobi, that resulted from it saw many other idols participating as a low key protest demanding their right to be human.

Neither of them expected the song to get the level of attention it did. If they had, they wouldn’t have used Rainbow Suga as their official name. Still, they’re happy with the movement that resulted from the song. Idols were more confident in sharing their relationships if they chose to do so. Others were simply speaking up for themselves more whether against their companies or the public. Apologies for doing harmless human things became a thing of the past. It’s not a complete change, and there are still plenty of rumors and privacy invasions going around, but the change in public opinion is gradually putting pressure on media outlets to be more ethical and respectable towards everyone.

BTS continued to thrive both as a group and individually. They’re all happy that the future that was so dark and uncertain at one point has turned out to be bright in the end. They continue to face their share of troubles, but they promised to remain honest with each other and not to be afraid to ask for help if it’s needed.

On the 3 year anniversary of Yoongi’s sobriety, the 7 of them all went out for dinner to celebrate. They congratulated Yoongi on how far he’s come, and he thanked them for their continued unwavering support. He then asked for their support again as he was preparing to embark on another new, scary, and exciting journey.

Being the first member to get married was quite nerve wracking for Yoongi, but he was excited to jump into this new chapter with the love of his life. He and Hyeri weren’t sure where to start with wedding planning. They unintentionally became the faces of idol rebellion against the unethical with one song and a few spicy interviews, part of them felt their wedding should represent that to some degree.

After being dropped off at home one night after getting tipsy with her Two Piece bandmates, Hyeri ran to Yoongi with what she thought was a great idea. Yoongi laughed it off but the next day they found themselves discussing it more. They thought it was the perfect plan.

It’s rare for any celebrity, especially an idol, to manage to get married or attend another’s wedding without at least one photo being leaked. With that in mind, Hyeri and Yoongi were determined to keep their most intimate ceremony just that, intimate. Their perfect plan, however, resulted in essentially three weddings and a lot of great stories that will be told for many years to come.

The “first” wedding was the perfectly intimate ceremony they had dreamed of. With their closest friends and family and not a phone in sight, Yoongi and Hyeri exchanged vows on a private island near Tahiti. The absolute privacy and media free affair was able to be achieved by Jin’s oldest nephew who, for a small fee of the latest gaming console and an enviable collection of games, anonymously “leaked” a copy of Yoongi and Hyeri’s wedding invitation which was actually a fake. This led to people thinking the wedding would be a month after their “first” wedding, and being held at a park in Daegu. They never confirmed or denied anything, but they purposefully led everyone to think the invitation was legitimate.

After returning home from their real wedding and subsequent 2 week honeymoon in Tahiti, the pair kept their secret until the day of their fake wedding. Many people descended upon Daegu waiting to see the happy couple and all of their famous newsworthy friends. Instead, they were met with a convoy of food trucks looking for exposure and confused locals.

Meanwhile, Yoongi and Hyeri were in Spain where they had an even more private ceremony that simply consisted of the two of them and a photographer. Hyeri found multiple dresses she liked when wedding dress shopping, so this idea stemmed from her looking for a reason to justify getting more than one. They picked their favorite picture, waited until midnight Seoul time, and posted a photo from their Spain shoot with only a rainbow and cat emoji as the caption. The world went wild and the cannibalistic media found themselves on the losing end once again.

The third wedding actually took place a month before their first wedding ceremony. A very private exchange of vows between only the two of them and an officiant held in Venice. While technically the first wedding and mark of the official date of their union, it was the last to be known to the public. Though they had planned to keep that ceremony and date to themselves, Hyeri accidentally mentioned the wrong date as their anniversary during an interview. After lots of questions, theories, and confusion, Rainbow Suga once again found themselves posting another wedding photo with a confirmation of the date of their true anniversary. They instantly became legends for the way they managed to dodge the media twice in what fans began calling an “All Kill”.

Hyeri found herself at the top of the acting world after her drama. She won many awards for it and became one of the most sought after actresses of the time. She was going nonstop and hadn’t realized how much she had been overworking herself until Yoongi used wedding planning as an excuse to encourage her to not take anymore big projects for a while. She spent about two weeks doing more sleeping than wedding planning. When she regained her energy she felt much more refreshed and energized which was perfect since she was planning three weddings at once.

The honeymoon phase has passed and Yoongi and Hyeri are now living a relatively private life just the way they like it. No scandals, rumors, hate campaigns, or lies being thrown around about either of them. They may not have completely ended the culture of the toxic and invasive media, but they certainly made people think twice before publishing anything about the two of them.

However, one thing they haven’t been able to avoid is questions about their future plans. Plans to have a baby. From family members, to journalists, to commenters every time one of them goes live. Everyone wants to know when Rainbow Suga will embark on the journey of parenthood. Of course it had been discussed between the two of them but they both remained uncertain. After a pregnancy scare and two weeks of anxiety, they realized perhaps they don’t want children after all. Perhaps things are fine just the way they are and they’re happy with that.

Yoongi can’t help but wonder though, if he’s the first member of BTS to get married, who would be the first to become a father?

A/N: I can’t believe we’ve finally reached the end! Thank you all so so so so so so much for reading and supporting this story!! As always, take care of yourselves and thank you thank you thank you again! 💜

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dasisugarun · 5 months ago

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mood: walk outside on empty street at 1am and listen to agust d on max volume

#is it depression or healing process #yoongi is love anyway #yulia talks #yoongi #bts

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sadfragilegirl · 16 days ago

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Important reminder to my fellow moots.

I know this is late but it's time to break the silence.

I am so sorry to disappoint to all of you but...I decided to stop being a Kpop fan after what happened to the Kpop fandom and the Kpop world right now in the past few months this year 2024.

After what happened, it became a living nightmare, a lifelong trauma. The Kpop melodies in my head are now turned into a ringing blur. It was supposed to be my safe place to make me happy but now it lost the spark of joy and it became my depression.

I know this is hard but take this as my statement. After this, I won't be talking about Kpop anymore. I will be talking about Love and Deepspace (and sometimes Honkai Star Rail) for now on.

Feel free to unfollow me. But if you still want to be moots even I made my decision to not to be a Kpop fan anymore, give this post a like.

Thank you for everything. And after I spent my life as a Kpop fan since 2008, it's time for me to say farewell. I hope you understand.

I love you all. ❤️

Love,

Queennie, a Kpop fan (2008-2024)

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bucky1984 · 1 year ago

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Be brave, be brave 😂💪😘

#good omens #good omens bts #good omens s1 #crowley #hastur good omens #hastur and ligur #Demons #fandom depression #Dépression and anxiety issues

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bloody-bee-tea · 8 months ago

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 23 - Together

The prompt for this was "Thank you for taking care of me"

Suguru feels rage bubble up inside of him when Yaga slides two stacks of papers towards Satoru and him.

“Your new missions,” he says, not meeting their eyes because he damn well knows how fucking wrong this is and Suguru’s fingers itch with the need to call on a curse.

The stacks are high enough to guarantee work until at least the end of next week and apparently he and Satoru are being split up again.

Suguru expected that eventually, but they just fought for the right to stay together and to have it thrown into their faces like that, to see that the Elders can do whatever the fuck they want is really upsetting.

He opens his mouth, not even sure what he’s going to say to Yaga when Satoru puts his hand to the small of Suguru’s back.

“Absolutely not,” Satoru says, and he sounds just as angry as Suguru feels.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Yaga demands to know.

“That means that we’re not going to do that. It was agreed upon that Suguru and I would go on missions together.”

“The workload doesn’t allow that,” Yaga says and it sounds so damn rehearsed that Suguru wants to break something.

He knew they wouldn’t take this well.

“The workload,” Satoru mockingly repeats. “That’s absolute bullshit. You want to tell me all of these are Grade One or higher?” he asks and defiantly raises his chin at Yaga. “Because it was also agreed upon that Suguru and I would only bother with those kind of curses.”

“You know that ever since you were born—” Yaga starts but Satoru doesn’t even let him finish whatever bullshit is going to come out of his mouth.

“Don’t even start,” he hisses. “You managed fine for seventeen years. There’s no way these curses are suddenly starting to crop up like this. There’s no way.”

“Satoru,” Yaga warily says but Satoru is on a roll now and in all honesty, Suguru is enjoying the show, so when Yaga turns towards him, clearly expecting help, Suguru only crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans into Satoru’s hand on his back.

It’s reassuring to know that they are on the same page about this and that Satoru is not leaving him behind, like he thought after the mess with Toji.

“We’ll take these on,” Satoru finally says, a thoughtful note to his voice. “Together. But if there is one curse in there that is below a Grade One, Suguru and I take three months off.”

Yaga winces, clearly damn well knowing that at least three-fourths of these are going to be that. The Grade One and Special Grade curses have been getting stronger lately, but there’s no way in hell that two dozens of them have suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

“The grading system doesn’t allow for a more accurate grading,” Yaga says, clearly not even believing his own words and Satoru huffs out an annoyed breath.

“Then get a fucking better one. You can’t keep sending us out for this bullshit, especially not when Haibara and Kento are right there. They need experience, too. When was the last time you sent them on a mission?”

“The Elders—” Yaga starts but Satoru doesn’t let him get further than that.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. If they want to be active so bad, send them out on a mission for all that I care. We’re done here. Grade these properly, give us one stack, and we’ll go, but otherwise good luck with finding someone suitable, I guess,” Satoru decides and turns around to Suguru. “Lunch?”

“There’s that new restaurant just down-town,” Suguru says, ignoring Yaga and his piercing look because Suguru really couldn’t care less.

He almost walked away once and he only stayed because of Satoru and the compromises they squeezed out of the Elders and he’s not about to let them bully him or Satoru into the same shit again.

“I know! They make their food extra spicy, I already checked that,” Satoru excitedly says and Suguru frowns.

“You don’t like spicy food.”

“No, but you do! I bet you’ll like it there, come on, I’m hungry now, talking to morons always has that effect,” he says, much louder and when Suguru looks back at Yaga, he sees him frowning.

Suguru almost feels bad because he knows that Yaga is stuck between a rock and a hard place with the Elders and them, but the misgrading of a curse almost cost Haibara his life and Satoru and Suguru cannot be responsible for all of the work, not if they are supposed to reach past twenty.

It’s a shitty system—and Yaga agrees on that, Suguru knows—and it desperately needs changing but if Satoru and he don’t stand firm on their stances, then nothing will ever happen.

And that sadly means that Yaga bears the brunt of everyone’s anger at the moment but Suguru is willing to take that.

“It’s not his fault,” Suguru quietly says even though by then they are far enough away from him that there’s no chance Yaga can hear them but Satoru only shrugs.

“But he’s not providing a solution either,” Satoru gives back and Suguru has to agree.

There probably are some things Yaga could do or try, but he decides to stay inactive and that is not something either of them can overlook.

“Now stop thinking about it, we have the day off and I intend to enjoy it,” Satoru says, bumping their shoulders together and smiling brightly at Suguru. “Lets get you your unbearably spicy food.”

“Just because you’re a wimp doesn’t mean it’s unbearable,” Suguru shoots back, already feeling lighter because he knows that Satoru always has his back.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if Satoru weren’t by his side.

~*~*~

Suguru is hit by a severe bout of depression not even a week later and he fully blames Yaga and his stupid stack of missions. Just the thought of having to go out, of having to go fight for something he no longer even believes in makes him want to cry and so one day he simply doesn’t get out of bed.

It takes Satoru around an hour to realise that something is wrong, and he already seems to expect the sight of Suguru still curled up on his bed when he sticks his head into the room.

“Bad day?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual and Suguru can’t even find it in him to answer.

Satoru comes closer, until he can squat down right in front of Suguru, arms resting on the bed and propping his head up there.

“Can I do something?” he asks, even though by now they know that nothing really helps.

Suguru will just have to ride it out and then in a few days, things might look better again. Or they might not, but despite everything, Suguru doesn’t allow himself to think like that.

He mutely shakes his head in answer to Satoru’s question and Satoru reaches out to push his hair out of his face.

“Alright. I’ll bring you some food and something to drink. I’ll do the missions we had planned today, but I’ll be back around early afternoon. Sound good?”

It doesn’t, because it sounds as if Suguru’s inability to get a grip is making Satoru go out there alone, is making him take on a workload that is meant to be shared and Suguru feels so guilty for it.

“Stop it,” Satoru says and flicks Suguru’s forehead which makes him frown. “It’s fine. A day or three of this won’t kill me and before we know it, you’ll be back on your feet. And if not, then we’ll figure out something else. Yaga is still looking for a psychologist, you know, it’ll be fine.”

It doesn’t sound as if things will be fine, because Yaga could not find one yet, Suguru could be like this for the next month, Satoru could die but he forces himself to nod anyway.

“People pleaser,” Satoru grumbles, because he knows Suguru too well to be fooled by him and with one last tap to Suguru’s forehead he gets up. “I’ll get you something to eat and then I’ll go, so I can annoy you again sooner. Be right back!”

He doesn’t wait for Suguru’s answer before he dashes off and it’s not as if Suguru would have had an answer anyway. He doesn’t feel like eating and he knows that Satoru does not want to hear that at all, so it’s not as if he could have said something.

When Satoru comes back it’s with water and some snacks; nothing that needs preparing, nothing that needs to be eaten hot, only things Suguru can plop into his mouth without having to think about it and just for that alone he wants to cry.

Satoru really is too good to him.

“Thanks,” he manages when Satoru puts everything down and even though Suguru feels even more exhausted afterwards, the bright smile Satoru gives him is definitely worth it.

“Be good now, I’ll be back before you know it,” Satoru says, patting his head and then simply leaving Suguru to while away in bed.

And whiling he does. He makes sure to at least eat a few of the snacks Satoru brought him if only because he knows Satoru counted them and will be even more worried if Suguru doesn’t touch them at all but otherwise, Suguru can’t bring himself to do anything.

It stays like that for longer than Suguru would like because in his eyes even a day of this is too long but when it moves past the five day mark, Suguru starts to spot the worry in Satoru’s face as well.

The worry—and the exhaustion.

He’s still going on missions, still doing what should normally be done by the two of them and it makes Suguru incredibly guilty because it’s not as if he has a real reason to simply stay in bed, except his fucked up brain.

When Satoru comes into his room on the sixth day, paler than usual, his smile not even reaching his eyes, Suguru decides that his fucked up brain can fucking shut it.

It’s enough.

“How are we feeling today?” Satoru asks, the same as always, as he goes to kneel by Suguru’s side, but this time, Suguru snatches his wrist in his hand and pulls Satoru into the bed as well.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Satoru asks, clearly surprised but Suguru doesn’t answer him, too busy getting him under the covers and cuddling him close.

“We’re going to stay here today,” he tells Satoru when he’s satisfied by their positions and since they are laying down face to face he can see the frown on Satoru’s face.

“Suguru, I can’t do that. I have to go out, there are missions that have to be done.”

Suguru shakes his head and silences Satoru with his hand when he wants to argue.

“Satoru, you’re running yourself ragged. I appreciate the fact that you’re trying to take on my workload too but—not like this. Not if it means you’ll run yourself into the ground. I can do my own shares of missions again.”

Satoru tries to speak but Suguru’s hand stops him and he only lowers it when Satoru licks his palm.

“Bah, you’re disgusting,” Suguru complaints but Satoru only gives him a wide grin.

It seems threatening and so much more like Satoru than the expression he wore when he came into the room that alone the sight is enough to make Suguru breathe more easily.

“Are you sure, Suguru? Do you feel up to it again?” Satoru wants to know and instead of answering Suguru moves closer still to Satoru, until he’s able to hide his face away in his neck.

He must smell awful by now because he can’t remember when Satoru made him last take a shower, but Satoru doesn’t complain and only slings his arms around Suguru’s middle.

In all honesty, Suguru doesn’t feel up to going on missions again but—

“You’re exhausted,” he whispers out and Satoru is about to deny that when Suguru goes on. “My problem is that sometimes, I don’t see the sense in all of this. What use is there for us to go on missions when a new curse or twelve are simply going to crop up the next day?” he asks and he doesn’t expect Satoru to answer because there is no answer to that. “But if I do it to help you—that’s different. I think—I think I can work with that.”

“To help me?” Satoru asks for clarification and Suguru nods.

“To make sure that you don’t overwork yourself, that you’re fine and not working yourself to the bone. I can go on missions if it makes things easier for you.”

“Aw, Suguru, I knew you cared,” Satoru happily says and nuzzles the top of Suguru’s head.

“No, but for real, Satoru,” Suguru says and moves away so he can really look at Satoru. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Huh? What the hell are you on about, you’re the one who is taking care of me right now!”

“Yeah, right now, maybe,” Suguru agrees. “But without you, I wouldn’t still be here. I would have left long ago, after that thing with Toji, and it’s just because of you that I’m still here.”

“But I didn’t even do anything?” Satoru asks, his confusion adorably visible on his face and Suguru smiles.

“You’re Satoru. And you’re here; that’s all I needed. I’m here because you’re here. I didn’t leave back then because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t have you in my life anymore.”

They don’t really talk about that time anymore, apart from having to remind everyone what the concessions of the Elders were so Satoru goes quiet and his eyes go even bigger.

“And if it means I can spend more time with you now and help you in any way, then I can go on missions. Just—not today. Today you’ll rest and recharge and then tomorrow we’ll double down on the work Yaga gave us.”

“Suguru,” Satoru whispers and he sounds suspiciously choked up.

Before Suguru can try to say anything else, Satoru leans in to bring their lips together. It makes Suguru freeze for a moment, before he reels back. Satoru’s face falls in a way Suguru never wants to see again and so he moves closer again, though he does keep a bit of distance between them.

“I haven’t showered in days, Satoru, I’m filthy,” he explains and he doesn’t even want to think about when he last brushed his teeth.

He’s an absolute disgusting mess and Satoru really shouldn’t have to deal with him like that.

“So you don’t—mind?” Satoru carefully asks and Suguru almost gives himself vertigo he shakes his head so fast.

“Of course not. Satoru, did you not listen? I’m here for you. You are my reason for doing things, you’ll be the reason I even get out of this bed tomorrow. I love you. Of course I don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, either,” Satoru says and it takes Suguru a moment to understand that he’s talking about Suguru’s general state of being.

Suguru does care about that, he can’t deny that, but getting up now to brush his teeth or even quickly wash himself down still seems like too much work, especially when Satoru is looking at him with that pleading look.

“Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaints,” Suguru mutters and steals the answer right from Satoru’s lips.

It can’t really be pleasant for Satoru, but he doesn’t say anything and instead enthusiastically returns the kiss. And then comes back for a second one. And a third.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you don’t care,” Suguru finally laughs out and in that moment Satoru seems so content that it takes Suguru’s breath away.

“I love your laugh,” he says simply, and just for that Suguru vows to laugh much more often in the future.

It’s an easy vow to make with Satoru warm and soft and loving in his arms and it’s even easier to let Satoru taste that laugh right from the source.

Today, they’ll spend the day like this—and maybe Suguru will even get up to shower—and tomorrow they will tackle the new day, but no matter what—they’ll do it together.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #canon divergence #geto suguru does not defect #hurt/comfort #depression #codependency #love confessions #getting together

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