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redrose10 · 2 days ago

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Another one I’ve had half written for a very long time. I’ve been really motivated today. Can you tell?

Idol/Fuck Boy Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Yoongi’s kind of a jerk at first and sleeps around a lot, hints of smut, swearing, hints of a fight if you really look

Word Count: 4,205

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There were three things that Yoongi was certain about in this life. Firstly, he was a musical genius. Whether it was lyrics, beats, rapping, singing, performing…he could do it all and was good at it. Secondly, he didn’t believe in love. He wasn’t capable of loving and he didn’t deserve to be loved. He’d had flings and one night stands all around the world, but he mostly saw those as just biological needs. There was no emotional connection. No feelings. He hated stuff like that.

He’d had a few relationships when he was younger because he thought that was what he was supposed to do, but they never lasted more than six or seven months at most and he definitely never came close to loving them.

As he got older he stopped trying to force it and therefore hadn’t had a relationship for several years. Was this belief in love or lack there of because of his upbringing? Maybe. Did his struggles with his own mental health cause this? Yeah probably a little at least. No matter the reason, he was certain that love was not real.

The third thing that was a guaranteed constant was you. You were one of the few people that he could tolerate on a regular basis. It was nearly eight years ago that he met you. He had been eyeing you since he walked through the door of the little cafe you worked at. You were beautiful. You had a smile that made his heart skip a beat, eyes that filled his stomach with butterflies, a kindness to your voice that made him smile like a goofy idiot, and a body that made him think all kinds of unholy things.

You were also the waitress who accidentally spilled a coffee (thankfully iced) all over him as he sat and conversed with his friends. He jumped back and spat out a few curse words, not at you or because of what you had done, but because of the cold ice hitting his crotch giving him quite a shock. Immediately you burst into tears profusely apologizing and offering to replace the clothing even though you knew his shirt alone probably cost more than your rent, but you couldn’t loose your job.

Of course he would never do something so drastic over a spilled cup of coffee. He reassured you that it was okay and you didn’t owe him anything, but he could still tell you were quite shaken up.

Over the next few days he couldn’t stop thinking about you so one evening after a long day of practices and studio time he decided to stop in for a coffee. He chuckled at the look of fear on your face when you saw him, but after some explaining and a few pleasant words exchanged he asked for your number.

Deep down he felt something was off with the whole situation. He knew his ultimate goal was just to bed you once or twice maybe even three times if you were good and then leave you to move on to the next one.

It only took a few weeks for him to be sitting across from you at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. He wined and dined you. Put out all of his usual moves. You were different than most of the women he usually surrounded himself with in these types of situations though. Most of the women he was with figured it out pretty quickly what his end game was and were fast themselves to get to the point. You were different. You enjoyed his company, asked him questions no one else ever had. You smiled and intently listened to the stories he told. You never brought up money or fame. You didn’t ask him to introduce you to Taehyung or Hoseok. You were simply interested in getting to know Min Yoongi.

But even after all of that that he continued on with his usual plan. After dinner he took you back to his private studio to “show you around” which was code for having you ride him on his leather couch until you were both too spent to think.

He lit a couple candles (mood lighting)

Asked if you wanted to change into one of his tshirts to get comfy (easier access to what he wanted)

Offered to get you a drink or show you to the bathroom (once he got started he didn’t want any interruptions)

He pulled you onto his lap and offered to play you a secret song, one noone had heard before. He knew that was a lie. He said it every time. It was the same song he played for all of the women he brought there. He would claim they were the first to hear it so that they would feel special.

Usually they would fall head over heels and coo and gush and their cheeks would blush and they would get all giggly and shy. Then he would slowly kiss their neck and wait to see if they stopped him. Nine times out of ten they wouldn’t and he’d take that as the chance to keep going and move the evening further along.

But you…you were different. He gave you the same story about a song no one else had heard before. You laughed and rolled your eyes, “I bet you say that to all your girls.”

Yoongi faltered. It was a rarity, but he was human. Were you just joking? Or could you see right through him and we’re calling him out? It intrigued him more than it should have.

He played you the song. A cheesy love song he wrote one night many years ago before love seemed so foreign to him. He waited for you to eat it up. Then fall for it. Then you would help him release the built up tension he had been feeling since he first saw you in your short little sundress you were wearing.

But you didn’t do any of that. You picked apart the song. You provided a lot of constructive criticism much of which Yoongi actually agreed with. He soon forgot about the whole reason he even brought you there to begin with and instead the two of you spent hours listening to and talking about music. He played you an actual unreleased song to pick your brain, something he had never done before. Yoongi abandoned his plan to end the night with sex and instead asked you to come back next weekend if you wanted to so you guys could work on some music together. Genuinely he enjoyed your company. He wanted to spend more time with you and get to know you better. And that is how your friendship formed.

Over the years the two of you became nearly inseparable. As long as he wasn’t on tour or “with” someone else the two of you were side by side.

You hated to admit that those nights that Yoongi was with others it killed you. A long time ago you had developed a crush on your friend, but there was no way you were going to let him know that. So you bit your tongue and did your best not to show it effected you when he would show up with purple marks on his skin and smelling of a feminine perfume that was not yours.

Until one night you’d had enough. The two of you were locked up in his studio. Yoongi was looking extra good today. He had let his hair grow out and had put on a little bit of weight in the right places making his white tshirt just a touch tight.

Angry with the way the song was coming together he flopped back down onto the leather couch with a loud sigh. His legs spread and his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. He was practically begging you to take a seat on his lap.

So you did…

He jumped a little not expecting you to make that move.

You placed kisses along his jaw and neck, pulling down the collar of his tshirt so you could move lower to his chest.

“Y/N…wh-what are you doing?”, he questioned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”, you chuckled.

Yoongi’s brain and body were fighting each other for control of how to handle the situation.

“Y/N, you gotta ahh you gotta stop. We shouldn’t do this.”, he somehow managed to choke out trying to pull you away from him.

“Really?”, you asked with a raise of your eye brow before grinding down on his lap feeling him fully hard beneath you, “Because it seems like you do want this just as much as I do.”

You divided your attention between kissing his neck and grinding on his bulge for several minutes rendering him unable to speak. As you were unzipping his pants he was finally able to come to his senses enough to stop you. His hand grabbed yours, “Y/N…I…I don’t want this to ruin anything between us. Before we go further I need you to know that we’ll never be more than friends with benefits.”

It felt like a dagger to the chest. Deep down you knew that was the case, but of course there was that small part of you that hoped for more. You nodded and turned your attention back to his pants allowing him to finally spring free.

Somehow he managed to stop you again, “Y/N, I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you’re okay with this.”

You thought for second before nodding, “Yeah I’m okay with it Yoongi. I want this.” With that he allowed you to continue your earlier actions.

Yoongi had great control of his orgasms. He never came unless he was ready and wanted to. It was another thing about himself that he was quite proud of.

But tonight. The tonight that he had wanted so many years ago that he was now experiencing was bringing him to edge fast. Feeling you bouncing up and down on top of him. Seeing your body naked and spread out for him. Your cries of his name as you came was too much for him to ward off his orgasm any longer. He gripped your hips for dear life as he lost control coming undone inside of you. He bit his tongue until he tasted blood to stop himself from saying those three words he didn’t believe in.

As he helped you clean yourself up his chest started to ache. He was so worried about you being the one to get the situation misconstrued, but here he was realizing that he might have been the one that fucked up.

This friends with benefits relationship went on for over a year. You remained exclusive to Yoongi. You didn’t have to and you knew it was dumb. Especially because you knew he hadn’t been exclusive to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see anyone else.

Yoongi on the other hand was always wondering if you were sleeping with other guys. He would always chase those thoughts away because he hated the jealous feeling that bubbled up inside him every time he thought about it. He had made it clear to you that this was strictly sex between friends so it was your prerogative to sleep with whoever you wanted. At the start of your arrangement he had continued to sleep around with other people while also sleeping with you. He wasn’t the most proud of it, but it kept things feeling more normal for him. He didn’t want things to feel domesticated with you. But as the months went on he reached out to others less and less until you were the only one he called. You were all he needed maybe even all he wanted. He hadn’t figured it out that far yet. He knew things were getting messy though. Not only was he staying monogamous to you he was doing things that he never would have done for others before.

In the past he would have bought you dinner no problem. You were his friend, but you would have had to eat whatever he got and that was it. He wouldn’t be driving to the other side of the city to get noodles at your favorite restaurant even though there was a place right next door that served the same exact thing, but according to you the other place tasted better. So he drove twenty minutes out of the way every single time.

Then he cuddled you after sex. He never did that to anyone else. That was a different kind of intimacy he didn’t want…usually. He was normally more of a do the deed and then he’s already calling a cab for the woman before her clothes are even all the way back on. But with you he looked forward to the time spent afterwards resting while running his fingers through your hair as you told him about your day.

He started working out too. He was always comfortable in his body for the most part. He knew he wasn’t super tall or muscular and he was okay with that. He had plenty of people around the world making sure he knew he was attractive the way that he was. But then you made him doubt himself one day. No one else saw it. But he did. He saw the way your eyes scanned Jungkook’s body. The way you slightly licked your lips watching as Jungkook was flexing his abs and biceps in front of the mirror. Yoongi hated the thought of you finding someone else attractive. So there he was every morning at 6am cursing the world, but still hitting the gym with nothing but you on his mind.

He knew he was falling. He knew it would end badly. He just didn’t know how to stop it.

It was a Thursday, very late in the night when it all blew up. Yoongi had been on tour for three months, the longest he had gone without seeing you in quite some time. He missed you. He missed your voice, your scent, your touch. He was needy and desperate and wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He had plenty of opportunities while on tour with fans and even some of the staff members willing to do as he pleased, but he couldn’t bring himself to indulge in them. His hand got the job done when he really needed it, but there was nothing like the feeling of you.

And now as he watch you riding him, his favorite position, he was doing his best to not finish too soon. An effect that you had on him which he both loved and hated.

“F-fuck I missed you.”, he said leaving kisses against your cleavage.

His hands grabbed onto your hips holding you in place giving him the leverage to roughly buck up into you a few times before letting you continue back on with your own pace.

“I’m sure you were pretty occupied while on tour. It must’ve been like a paradise to you.”, you quipped back hoping to come off as joking while trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

“Not even close. You’re all I think about all the time….alll….all I want….all I need.” he said with a long drawn out moan.

“I bet you say that to all your girls”, you smirked. Truth was you didn’t even really want to know the answer to that.

“I would never say that to anyone else. I love you too much Y/N.”, he said as he spilled deep inside of you. Yoongi didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was because his dick had control of most of the blood in his body leaving his brain pretty much useless. Maybe he thought it was romantic like those dumb movies you always made him watch. Maybe subconsciously he hoped you were to out of it and wouldn’t hear his slip up so he could finally get it off his chest. He wasn’t sure, but he felt relief once it was said either way.

You knew he didn’t mean it. As much as you wanted to believe him you knew you couldn’t. He had made his stance on love very clear. Though a tiny part of you did wonder if he was serious.

You didn’t falter. You didn’t say it back as he sat there looking up at you. Awkwardly he got up and headed to the shower to get cleaned up.

As you laid there thinking through your options of how to handle it a text came through on his phone that was resting on the bedside table next to you.

Aera: We still on for tomorrow 😘

That sealed it for you. If he really did love you then why would he have another hookup already lined up for tomorrow? Quickly you gathered up your things and left his home before he got out of the shower. You couldn’t face him without crying tears of sadness, hurt, and anger all mixed into one. You knew that your relationship with him had to change moving forward because you couldn’t keep going on pretending that everything was okay the way that it was.

When Yoongi exited the shower he was fully prepared to firstly apologize for taking so long in there. He had gone over hundreds of different scenarios in his head for how to move forward and finally settled on the best option. He was going to confess and tell you the truth, he loved you. He really did. He doesn’t know how it happened or why it happened, but it did and he loves you and wants to make things official. No more lies. No more pretending. But when he walked into the bedroom you were already gone. You weren’t in the kitchen or the living room. You had left. Yoongi flopped back onto his bed with a loud groan and ran his hands over his face. He needed a way to fix this and fix it fast.

You needed space from Yoongi and thankfully he was giving it to you. Of course as far as you knew he was occupied with someone else and wasn’t even thinking about you anyways so you still wanted to cry every time you thought about it. You decided to distract yourself and maybe you also wanted to be a just a little tiny bit petty. A part of you hoped Yoongi would find out and he might just be a little bit upset. Upset at the fact that you were going on a date with his enemy, Chul. He was a producer at BigHit. Yoongi was a professional so he kept things as such, but you knew better than anyone that he and Chul did not like each other in the slightest. They had a rivalry that caused many hurtful nasty words to be exchanged over the years. You felt bad in a way for doing this because Yoongi did say you two would never be anything more so you couldn’t expect him to love you, but it was extremely unfair for him to say he loved you when he really didn’t mean it.

You knew it wouldn’t take long for word about your date to get back to Yoongi. Chul would surely want to rub it in his face and you were right.

At 3am someone was angrily pounding on your front door. When you opened it Yoongi was standing there red faced and out of breath. You immediately noticed his swollen bruised knuckles and a small cut above his eyebrow. Before you could ask what happened he started. His finger pointed in your direction as he shouted, “Seriously Y/N?! You don’t love me back that’s fine, but your response is to immediately go on a date with the one person I hate? The one person that you knew would hurt me the most?”

“Yoongi quit it with the loving you bullshit. You don’t love me. You’re just mad that you can’t have me all to yourself any more while you’re off fucking god knows who like some sick game.”

He pushed himself into your apartment slamming the door behind him. “Who else am I fucking Y/N?”, he yelled louder, “It’s only been you for the last year. I haven’t wanted anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Oh please Yoongi. You had the nerve to tell me you loved me with your dick still inside me and then ten minutes later you’re getting a text from some woman named Aera asking if the two of you are still meeting up.”

He took a step back looking at you confused, “Me and Aera are not hooking up. We never were.”

Save it Yoongi.”, you put your hand up, “I’m not falling for your games any more.”

“I swear on everything Y/N. I’m not sleeping with her. Aera and Jimin have a thing with each other. She bought him a custom jacket and she wanted me to help her distract him for a little so she could sneak it in his house. That’s all. I never had any intention of sleeping with her.”

You shook your head unsure if you should believe him or not, “I’m not stupid Yoongi. Why would she include an emoji like that if it didn’t mean something else?”

He threw his head back in frustration, “I don’t know Y/N. That’s just how they are. If her and Jimin could communicate in only emojis they would. It meant nothing like that. There has been no one else for a long long time.”

Taking a step back you put your hands up to stop him from following you, “I need….I need time Yoongi. I can’t do this any more.”

You ran back to your room locking the door behind you. There were too many different emotions filling you that you needed to process. You knew Yoongi would leave and give you space and he did just that.

It took several weeks, but eventually you agreed to meet him in his studio to talk things over again now that things had time to cool down and you had time to think.

He answered the door with a smile inviting you in. He pulled a chair up next to him at his computer so you could sit down.

“H-how have you been?”, he nervously asked.

“Good…good. And you?”

He gave you a tight lipped smile. “How’s Chul?”, he asked.

“I don’t know.”, you shrugged, “We haven’t spoken since that date.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk a little at the news.

After that the room filled with an awkwardness that you hated.

“So uh I’ve been working on this new song. Want to hear it?”

With a smile you eagerly nodded, “Yeah but don’t expect this to end with us having sex again.”

“Fair enough. I guess I need a new pickup line anyways.”, he laughed helping to ease the tension between you both.

The song was a beautiful ballad about being so afraid of getting your heart broken that you convince yourself love isn’t real only to allow your fear to cause you to loose the only person you’d ever loved anyways. In the end the person faces their fear and gets their lover back. When the song came to an end the last thing you expected was for Yoongi to come on the speaker, but he spoke with a soft voice,

“Hi Y/N.”, he chuckled, “This is a little more awkward than I thought it would be. I don’t know if you’ll ever give me the chance to tell you this to your face so I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. I am sorry that I was coward. I am sorry for making you think that you weren’t the only one. It’s been you since that day you spilled ice coffee all over me in the cafe, ruining my Valentino jacket by the way. I’ve been in love with you this whole time. I’m just an idiot who’s been in denial because I was afraid to loose you if things got bad, but I ended up loosing you anyways which is worse than if I had tried to begin with. It has always been you Y/N. I hope that one day you can give me another chance to prove that to you.”

Yoongi felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest as he watched you for a reaction. He could feel how red his cheeks were without even touching them.

There were three things that Yoongi was certain of in his life. Firstly, love was a confusing concept. He still had his doubts about it, but opening up to you showed him that it was okay to feel. Emotions were a normal part of life. Secondly, you were the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. No one could or would ever come close to being able to compare to you. Thirdly, hearing you say you loved him too sounded better than any musical composition he had ever heard or could ever create.

“Say it again. Please Y/N. Say it again.”, he begged against your lips as he kissed you.

I love you Yoongi.”, you mumbled into his lips.

He pulled you onto his lap hugging you close like he was trying to make sure this was all really happening.

“I love you. I love you so much.”, he whispered over and over.

“I bet you’ve never said that to any of your girls.”

He smirked, “No baby. Only you, forever and always.”

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jung-koook · 1 day ago

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[501/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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silverozy · 2 days ago

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CHAPTER 33 WILL BE OUT TONIGHT! STAY TUNED!!

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: senior!taehyung x junior!oc (Italian education system)

❁description: Daphne moves from the city to the countryside; objectively, a downgrade, but, emotionally, an upgrade. From the urban chaos straight into his warm embrace

❁synopsis:

"Would you go on a date with me? "Yeah." She nodded. "I'd love to go on a date with you." Voice light and teasing. "Yeah?" His eyes widened slightly. "Yeah." "Oh, God. I thought you'd say no because-" "Why?" Then her voice dimmed, shy and hesitant. "I like you."

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 219.68k+

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty; cross-posted on wattpad and ao3

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every Friday, midnight

latest — 11/04

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❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

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❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

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❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

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❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

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❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

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❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

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❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

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❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜ - 14.70k

“You know? That party I wanted to host at mine? You’re so invited. In fact, you’re the first one on my guest list and I’ll underline your name in red as in ‘in great and urgent need of pussy’—”

❀ 16 ❛«it's Daphne»❜ - 11.30k

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❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜ - 6.41k

Right when the sun faded away and the dark clouds took over, the little butterfly's wings fluttered less as it lost hope until something caught his eye, a gleam slicing through the gloom and focusing on a flower.

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜ - 5.59k

Winter and the Wind of the West come to destroy but nothing can touch a flower when it's under a shelter, something that will prevent it from dying in the cold or losing its beautiful petals.

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜ - 5.66k

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❀ 20 ❛lifejacket❜ - 6.97k

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❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜ - 4.13k

The weather was chilly and slightly windy. Despite the discomfort it caused everyone, the flower stood out like a thumb as it danced and waved with the soft patterns of the breeze. The butterfly couldn't do anything other than admire with widened orbs

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜ - 3.91k

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❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜ - 4.23k

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❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜ - 6.03k

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❀ 25 ❛bittersweet❜ - 4.10k

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The rotating and flashing lighthouse lights shone upon a cricket, which floated barely a foot away from the flower. Yet, as the butterfly came to rescue, it didn’t see it, leaving the cricket trying to swim for its life, screaming and choking on water.

❀ 30 ❛a coup d'état❜ - 5.95k

Standing on a tower, two neurons patrolled the area, binoculars to their eyes. Suddenly, they sighted something. They squinted their eyes despite the instrument in their hands and tried to make sense of what they saw. "Hey, send in the alarm. Prepare the defensive barrier. Do something. Hurry up!" As this one darted away, the other remained still, binoculars back to its eyes. Confusion bubbled in its head. What had happened for the heart to be heading towards the body's headquarters? And what was that army of hormones behind it?

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The butterfly had finally found the flower. After travelling across space, it landed on Venus, where a singular ethereal natural being stood erect in its almighty beauty. After the coup d’etat, the heart realised that the situation was bigger than expected. The heat rose up to every part of the body. Butterflies increased and with that the flutters of their wings, which fanned the fire, expanding instead of quenching it. Infatuation at its peak.

❀ 32 ❛the lily family❜ - 7.09k

A new member of the Liliaceae. “You like butterflies, and she’s named after a flower.”

❀ 33 ❛stinkily cute!❜ - 12.75k coming soon

1905. Annus mirabilis. Three important elements: Einstein, the relativity of time, Planck, quantum mechanics, and Quantum entanglement.

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agustd3 · 1 day ago

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SUGA in every Run BTS! episode ♡ ep. 73

#run!suga #btsgif #btsedit #yoongiedit #min yoongi #suga #bts #long post because he is cute #gif

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The Night Shift - Part 6 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, lotsa flirting, yoongi is so far gone for reader, some swearing, reader is starting to use the word oppa as a weapon A/N: WELL. I have figured things out. We are just about at the halfway mark of this series. I'm so grateful for all the love you've given this. It inspires me to keep going. I have updated the tag list, but if I forgot anybody? Let me know please! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I promise this slow burn WILL come to an end. :D

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 6

Yoongi [3:14 PM]: I do not have dimples.

You [3:14 PM]: I hate to break it to you but you do.

Yoongi [3:15 PM]: Well, do you like them?

You [3:15 PM]: (rolling eyes emoji) You never stop do you?

Yoongi [3:15 PM]: Never will (winky face emoji)

Since getting that first text from Yoongi, neither of you have been able to stop texting the other. Every time your phone buzzes, you anticipate with excitement a message from him and are rarely disappointed. He’s such a texter and that has been your blessing. You have discovered more about him through texting than any interaction you’ve had, and this only proves to you just how much you like him.

“Iced Americano for…” you hear your name get called out, getting up to pick up your drink.

You’re at a café to study, needing a change of scenery from the four walls of your bedroom. Eunji’s family is still visiting, leaving the next day but you’re still wanting to give them the space to enjoy time alone. You walked around to find a nice café with enough space for you to spread out at a table.

Since your last meeting with Yoongi you’ve been venturing out of your comfort zone, going to new restaurants that look interesting or visiting a store that had something you liked. This is how you ended up at this coffee shop in the first place. You had resigned yourself to studying at the library until you spotted this quaint spot.

As you’re sitting back down your phone buzzes in your hand.

Yoongi [3:18 PM]: I’m free, want me to walk you to work?

You smile, biting your lower lip.

You [3:18 PM]: Not working today, remember? Days changed. I’m studying.

Yoongi [3:19 PM]: Ahhh. So…can I come pick you up from the library where you’re studying to go grab some food?

You snort. What an idiot.

You [3:20 PM]: I’m not at the library. (shocked emoji)

Yoongi [3:20 PM]: Where are you?

You send him a photo of your view from where you sit.

Yoongi [3:21 PM]: (shocked emoji)

Yoongi [3:21 PM]: A café! Shocking!

You [3:21PM]: Ha. Ha. (sighing emoji) I’m trying new things. Saw this café from the street and I’m trying it out.

You [3:22 PM]: You keep saying I need to try new things.

Yoongi [3:22 PM]: Is it nice? How are the Americanos?

Yoongi [3:23 PM]: Are there snacks? Is it cold or warm?

You chew on the straw of your americano, shaking your head and looking around to make sure no one sees your goofy smile.

You [3:25 PM]: Oppa.

Even writing that makes you nervous.

Yoongi [3:25 PM]: Mhm?

You [3:26 PM]: (sends location pin)

You [3:26 PM]: Come on over. Just know I’m studying and I’m boring.

He reads the message right away but says nothing for a while, making you wonder if he’s unsure he wants to come until you see him typing.

Yoongi [3:28 PM]: Make space for me.

You [3:29 PM]: Always.

You put your phone face down on the table, sighing softly and grinning. You go back up to the counter and order another iced Americano for him. You’ve figured out his order based on your texts over the last few days. He’s a simple man. A black iced Americano.

You tell the employee to start preparing ten minutes from when you ordered it, assuming he wasn’t too far off. Or that he would be here soon. And you’re proven right when he walks right in as you hear your name be called again, he hears it too. He follows the barista’s eyesight directly to you as he grins, walking to pick up the drink and walking to you.

“How many have you had so far?” He teases, placing it in front of you.

“Just one. I ordered this one for you.” You slide it to him.

He looks down to it, then back at you as you smile. He’s surprised, because this is the first time you’ve actually bought him something.

“You didn’t have to do that. I have money.”

You frown, glaring at him, “I know you do. But you don’t get to buy me stuff all the time. Sometimes, I’ll buy.”

“Mhm.”

“Say thank you like a normal person, Min Yoongi.” He starts grinning at that, grabbing the iced americano and sipping it.

“Thanks.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, “I’m gonna study now. What are you gonna do while I do that?”

He lifts his bag, taking out his laptop and textbooks, “Same thing. Writing an essay.”

You give him a sly smile, looking back at your laptop with the smallest shake of your head. You put one earbud back in, looking back at Yoongi as he does the same.

7 PM

You don’t realize how much time passes until you hear the familiar dong of the clock, snapping you out of your hyperfocus to glance at your phone and at the time. You gasp softly, realizing a little over three hours have gone by as you look to Yoongi, still buried in highlighting a section of his textbook. You reach out to tap his arm, leaving your fingers there as he looks up.

“Oppa…” His mouth falls open at that, prompting you to resist a grin from forming. “I’m hungry.”

He looks up at the clock on the wall then back to his phone to confirm he didn’t imagine, leaning back and stretching, reaching for his earbud and taking it out too, “You’re what now?”

“Hungry.”

He smirks, licking his lips, “Wanna wrap up and find food?”

You start smiling at that, nodding softly while shutting your books and laptop, “Yes, and yes, please!”

You feel him reach for the strap of your bag as you slip your laptop last into it, not protesting his desire to carry it for you. He lets you walk ahead as you exit the café with you waiting for him at the bottom of the steps.

“So, where did you have in mind? I’m sure you already have a spot.” You say when he meets up with you.

He grins while looking at you with warmth, “I do, actually.”

“Then lead the way.”

You look at his profile as you walk, your gaze tender as you avert your eyes when he turns to look at you. He makes you nervous, but the kind of nervous that leaves you feeling giddy. You’re enamoured with him, every new facet of his personality making it easy for you to like him even more. You glance down to his arm hanging by his eyes, moving closer to it before swiftly wrapping your fingers around his forearm.

You feel him tense for a brief moment before he relaxes again, glancing down to your hand then up to your face as you look ahead. You try to hide your amusement at his look, which you spot from the corner of your eyes. If he wants to say something he doesn’t, instead keeping quiet as you walk up a familiar street.

You gently apply pressure to his arm, stopping him as he stops in front of the restaurant.

“Here?”

Here is his parents’ restaurant. Why do you suddenly grow nervous? You don’t know. It’s food. You’re just grabbing a bite to eat.

With your crush. Admitting it is much easier than denying it.

“Yeah? I seem to remember you ordering three tons of food once…” He teases as you playfully shove him.

“I told you it was for me and my roommates! I didn’t eat all of that by myself, jeez…” He laughs as you let go of his arm, crossing your arms over your chest.

He reaches for you, “I’m sorry, I was just teasing again…” he wraps his fingers around your forearm. “We can keep working while eating, my parents will let us use a table…”

You look back to the building then him, feeling his fingers gently squeeze your arm while tugging you closer. You start smiling before following him inside, his hand still holding your arm but you don’t pull it out of his grasp.

He only lets go once you walk inside, Yoongi holding the door open for you as he says hello to his mom whose eyes move from brightly looking at her son to looking over to you walking up closely behind. You see the light shock on her face but she manages to keep it under wraps, to not break out into the smile you know most moms would break into seeing their son walk in with a girl.

He points to a table in the corner as he guides you to lead the way, following behind you as you settle at the table. You both begin to take your work out as his mother walks over with side dishes and water.

“Oh, hi it’s you again…” she says, sweetly smiling at you.

Yoongi looks at his mom, “She’s not here to raid our kitchen this time, though.”

You look to glare at him, kicking him under the table, “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“It wasn’t just for her, you know?” His mom defends as you look up full of adoration.

“See! Even your mom knows!”

Yoongi just sits there looking between you and his mom with amusement, like this is what he wanted out of the comment he made. You look down to your hands and then back to his mom, “Was he always like this?”

“A little demon, you mean?” He snaps his head at his mother, mockingly offended. “Yes, sweet angel most times, mischievous sometimes.” She reaches over to squeeze his cheek while Yoongi protests loudly but does nothing to stop her.

“Alright, alright! Mom, can we get food. We have to work still…” he pleads with her, and you watch them have some sort of silent conversation as she cups his cheek instead.

“Mhm, fine. Let me take care of you kids.” She looks between you and Yoongi one final time before disappearing in the kitchen.

You raise your gaze to meet his, “Your mom is nice.”

“She likes you.” He must see the shock on your face because he grins, eyes softening when looking at you. “But yes, she is nice. Sometimes she’s too nice.”

You nod while opening your textbook, “I think you get that from her…” you comment while not looking at him, too embarrassed to see his look on his face.

He stays quiet but you still feel his eyes on you, and before long he turns his focus to his own school work. His mother brings over some japchae, some galbi jim and kimbap on the side. You eat in between work but soon enough, you push your books off to the side to focus solely on the food.

Yoongi, on the other hand, still works diligently without eating much. He takes a bit here and there but his eyes remain glued to his textbook. You even stare at him for longer than necessary and he doesn’t even notice. With your chopsticks you grab a kimbap and raise it before reaching over the table, placing it in his eyesight as he startles at the sudden object in front of him.

“Eat, please.” You keep holding it there, expecting him to refuse it or to ask you to put it down on his plate but he instead manages to surprise you yet again as he leans forward with his mouth open to take it directly from you.

The faintest smile tugs at your lips, grabbing some rice and kimchi, doing the same. And in between bites of food, some reading and some talking, you manage to finish the meal prepared by his parents.

The restaurant begins to empty as seven turns to eight and then nine. And as you approach 9:30 p.m. you lean back as you respond to a text on your phone. And another one. Yoongi is still reading and taking notes this entire time, but he takes note of your work pushed aside as he glances over the edge of his book.

“Everything okay?” He asks, looking back down to his book to not show the light concern he’s feeling right now.

You snap your head up and realize you’ve been on your phone instead of working, “Shoot, yeah, just…trying to organize something with my friends and it’s slowly falling apart…” you sigh.

He stands up suddenly, catching you off guard while you watch him go behind the counter to grab another soda and a beer for himself. He returns, opening the soda and giving it to you as he pops his beer open, “I think we’ve done enough studying and work tonight. What’s not working with your friends and your plans?”

You grab the can, taking a sip while opening your phone up and looking something up under his curious gaze. You turn it around to show him a photo of an ad online about a couch being sold.

“My friends and I have been looking for a bigger couch to be able to host friends or like, have movie nights without ending up on the floor. And we found this one but,” you stand up to come around as he pulls out the chair next to him, “our problem is, we need a van because it’s too big. Even though it comes in sections.”

He nods while looking at you, waiting for you to keep going, “And the second issue we have is the location. The person selling it lives an hour away, just outside of Seoul. The main issue is that none of us drive, or have a car. But we can afford it. We’ve been trying to see if they’d be willing to deliver it but no luck so far.”

He looks at the address on your phone, looking at the location and then back to the couch. He looks deep in thought as you sit there, picking at your nails.

“You like the couch?”

He looks up at you, “We love it.”

He nods softly before handing your phone back, “Gimme a sec…”

He stands up, walking around and disappearing in the kitchen for a moment as you sit there, bewildered. You look down to your phone, biting your lower lip as your friends’ texts still come through.

You hear Yoongi’s voice even from the back as he hums his thanks to his parents, stepping out to jog back to your table and finding his spot next to you again. He asks for your phone again and when he holds it, he sends himself the location. You take it from him, frowning as you mouth the air, but he beats you to it.

“I asked my parents if I could borrow the restaurant van we use for deliveries for one day and they said yes. Mom said as long as we have it back within one day it won’t be a problem. She also says to let her know which day, she’ll make us snacks so we save our money.” He chuckles at that last part, not realizing all the information you have to process.

“Wait, what?”

He laughs, his gummy smile showing, “Tell your friend speaking to whoever owns the couch that you’ll take it, and to figure out a day. I’ll ask my friends to help with moving it up to your building.”

Your mouth hangs open as he adds, “Preferably on the weekend, obviously.”

You shake your head as you reach for his hands, “Oppa, I didn’t mean…I wasn’t asking–”

“You said you liked the couch. Right?” He turns his chair to face you, holding your hands now in his. At your small nod, he smiles. “Then let’s get you the couch.”

You sit there still in shock, looking at his face and how simple it seems to be for him to say such things. You exhale before launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging him.

You don’t realize as you half sit, half stand there with your face buried in his neck that he looks over your shoulder with his cheeks bright red as he finally wraps one arm around you.

“Are you sure?” Your breath hits his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and goosebumps all over his body.

He nods, “Mhm. One hundred percent.”

“Thank you…” Yoongi squeezes you tighter before removing his arm, prompting you to pull back as you clear your throat. “And sorry about…” you point between yourselves.

“The hug?” You nod when he asks, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Don’t. I like that you felt you could do that with me.”

He grabs your hand and shakes it, “So, text your friends now! Let them know you figured out a way.”

You jump to it, texting away on your phone for a moment as he watches you. You’re so excited you can’t even contain it as you smile while texts are coming in from your friends.

When you put your phone face down a little while later, you turn to him with the softest smile, “Have I said thank you?”

He grins at you, “Yes, but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again.”

“Thank you…” you watch his gummy smile, his cheeks flush, “Oppa.” You see his smile falter as he mouths the air at that.

You figure that there must be some mutual interest in some way, shape, or form. Otherwise he wouldn’t blush this hard when you call him that. You nudge his leg with yours so he looks at you.

“You made my day.” Your voice is timid as you tenderly look into his eyes.

He nods while looking away, “Any time.” Squeezing your leg he stands up, “I’ll walk you home, okay? I’ll just let my mom know.”

You sit there watching after him as he disappears again. These last few weeks would have overwhelmed you had it been anybody else but Yoongi has somehow made himself a space in your life you can’t see him ever leaving.

You like Min Yoongi.

And maybe, just maybe, he likes you too.

And that is why when you hug him one final time in front of your building that night, you press a sweet kiss to the high point of his cheek before pulling completely out of the embrace. You keep your hands on his shoulders, “Goodnight. Thank you for everything.”

“Anytime.”

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