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sxfterhearts · 4 years ago

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26. [9:10 pm]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff, established relationship!au

➳ word count: 1,224 words

➳ summary: 26. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

➳ author's note: written for the lovely @wonhony ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡ i hope this meets your expectations omg >//< also everyone please feel free to leave me any feedback, comments or requests!! my inbox and pms are always open! (i am forever grateful to those of you who gave me feedback, brb while i drown in happy tears)

Surrounded by a cascade of hot water and its accompanying mist, Yugyeom's signature strawberry body wash formed a lather against your wet skin. You inhaled deeply, basking in the sugary sweet scent. You finally understood why this was your boyfriend's favourite. The body wash took you right back to the winters you spent strawberry-picking as a child.

Reaching towards the shower caddy, you picked up the golden tub that Yugyeom mentioned earlier when he handed you a fluffy towel and a clean change of clothes – his clothes. It was a hair mask, one that you saw in review or haul videos of beauty YouTubers. He said he bought it on a whim when he witnessed Jackson purchasing three tubs for his girlfriend at the famous discount store, Don Quijote.

It was a little over twenty-four hours since your boyfriend returned from his business trip in Japan. His entertainment agency had sent their composers and lyricists, Yugyeom and Jackson included, to a week-long songwriting workshop in Tokyo. It was the longest you had gone without seeing Yugyeom. The trip made you realise just how lucky the two of you were – you worked in the exact same company as a vocal instructor, with your classroom just two floors above his studio. Even if you didn’t bump into each other in the elevator or the cafeteria, you would at least greet each other every morning on the bus on the way to work. After being within arm’s reach for the entirety of your three-month long relationship, one week; seven days; one hundred and sixty-eight hours; ten thousand and eighty minutes, felt like an entire lifetime.

Which is exactly why Yugyeom planned a comprehensive date night after he debriefed and caught up on some sleep. He arrived at your doorstep at six o’clock sharp, looking devastatingly handsome in his favourite red plaid shirt and black skinny jeans, a bright, vibrant bouquet of white and yellow flowers in his hands. You allowed an excited Yugyeom to lead you to the pavilion at the peak of Eungbongsan. It was a breezy thirty-minute walk that rewarded you with magnificent views of the Han River, Seoul Forest, and the entire Seoul skyline. As the two of you sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, you watched the sky transition from light to dark with mesmerised eyes. Munching on the bacon and egg sandwiches Yugyeom prepared, the two of you rejoiced in each other’s company while soaking in the glittery golden shine of the setting sun.

It was perfect, really. Neither of you wanted the night to end.

Hence why you were currently applying the hair mask onto your hair in the bathroom of Yugyeom’s studio apartment. On the train home, he suggested that, if you felt comfortable with it, you could stay at his place for the night.

You were never a spontaneous person. In fact, you leaned more towards the category of a control freak, always preferring to plan your day out to a tee. Being with Yugyeom, however, meant that you had to break your strategist tendencies and adapt to his carefree, go-with-the-flow personality.

You never spent a night together before. Months ago, you would flat out refuse his offer. But right now, you were way too eager to spend every waking hour with the man you missed so much. Despite a tingling nervousness blossoming in your chest, you agreed.

Humming to yourself, you rinsed away the remnants of the silky liquid from your hair. You felt the earlier nervousness give way to anticipation and excitement as you dried yourself with the soft towel. You were stuck with Yugyeom for another twelve whole hours, until you had to leave to teach a morning class. You giggled at the thought of sharing a bed with him as you pulled on a pair of his old, smaller boxers. His t-shirt ended right above your knees, making it look as though you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Would he snore? Or steal the blanket away from your shivering body? Perhaps you would end up spooning, with him as the big spoon. Maybe he would move around so much in his sleep that you would get pushed-

“Baby!" Yugyeom’s voice rang out just as you stepped out of the bathroom, catching you off guard. “Let’s watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved before. The first one though, not the sequel. According to Bambam the sequel is absolute sh-”

He paused midway, his fingers frozen atop the keyboard of his laptop and his mouth agape. Your hands stopped the furious blotting and squeezing of your hair.

“W-why…” Yugyeom gestured vaguely at your outfit, his eyes raking up and down your figure repeatedly. “You… You’re not wearing any pants?” His sentence ended in a squeak, his cheeks flushing and ears heating up at the sight of your exposed legs.

You hastily waved your arms in disagreement. “No! No, I am, it’s just… Well, your shirt is really long. I’m wearing your boxers, the shirt is just covering it.”

“Oh.” Yugyeom released a short sigh of relief. “I thought you were like naked, wait no, that sounds wrong.” He ran a hand through his light grey locks, embarrassed. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just, uh, never mind. I’ll be outside if you need me, um, need, anything. Yeah.” He promptly closed the door, leaving you standing there, stunned.

You tried to remain calm once you cleared the bathroom of your dirty clothes and made your way towards the living room. “Babe, can I borrow a-”

“A sanitary pad? Moisturiser? Body lotion?” Yugyeom sprang to his feet at the sound of your voice, anticipating your needs before they even left your mouth.

“You bought sanitary pads?” You wondered, cocking an eyebrow towards your boyfriend. “You planned this, didn’t you? You anticipated, no, you wanted me to sleepover.”

He grinned sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck. “Guilty as charged, I guess.”

“Right…” Unable to hold yourself back, you closed the distance between the two of you and pinched his cheeks affectionately. “You’re so sneaky, Kim Yugyeom.” Yet, his thoughtfulness got you feeling all kinds of happy, prompting you to meet his lips in a soft peck. “But no, I was just wondering whether I could borrow your hairdryer.”

Soothing was the only word to describe how you felt as the two of you sat on his bed, his fingers detangling the damp strands of your hair while blowing hot air all over. The gentle grazes of his skin on yours, the steady whir of the hairdryer and the accidental blasts of hot air to your face gifted you with a sense of belonging, as though spending nights like this with Yugyeom was just right.

You barely stirred when he switched off his laptop as the ending credits of the movie rolled, having already fallen into a slumber halfway through. Amidst your sleepy haze, your mind registered him repositioning you into the little spoon, your back resting against his chest while his strong arms held you close.

Yugyeom pressed his warm lips against your exposed neck to wish you good night. You mumbled incoherently in return, snuggling closer to the warmth and comfort of his body. Just like that, resting securely in Yugyeom's embrace, you drifted away to Dreamland.

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infinitehobi · 2 years ago

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Hi hello it’s 🐝 anon here with some feedback for you about this amazing chapter

All right, so hopefully this will all make sense! It’s mostly just my live thoughts as I read through 🥰 not all comments have context, but they should all be in chronological order!! (Quotes should be in italics and my comments are just regular text— but lmk if anything is weird because tumblr mobile formatting is truly evil for no reason)

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Love the way yoongi speaks of the reader in his POV every time she’s mentioned 😂 he is SMITTEN

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The convo about the recording felt so real— lol my dad is a musician and I swear I’ve heard him and his bandmates talk like this when they record.

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“Call went fine. They’re almost done. But! That’s not important. I saw her.”

Jungkook NO—(the leftovers!! Gahhh so smart, how could you do this to me so early) but now I feel kinda bad for Jungkook wtf…

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Don’t say your name.

Not with that face.

Not with all the stars you saw that one night in his eyes.

Hi excuse me the way you write is literal poetry and this made my heart go right up into my throat. A gorgeous callback to an amazing memory in the midst of him feeling like the bottom is falling out of all of it.

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The way you described the devastation from yoongi when he heard reader’s name??? Like I want to cry and put him in my pocket.

I really love how you’ve written this moment becuase you’re taking me on a journey right with yoongi— the waves of realization hitting as you reveal more and more info that he’s remembering, I feel like I’m drowning right with him. The pacing is done so well.

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heart lifeless next to his shoes.

Incredible line. Just had to say that.

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Being with you didn’t exist beyond his dreams.

Okay I am taking yoongi out of my pocket and SHAKING HIM BECAUSE IS HE SERIOUS

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She was right.

Everyone will eventually leave him.

And he’ll end up alone.

BRB gonna fight this bitch

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But the dumplings…

Shit, something that trivial shouldn’t be able to affect him so much. But it does.

I’M AFFECTED TOO YOONGI!! SHIT!!

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It affects how he feels sick that he’s gonna end things.

*rereads three times* 😐😑 … he’s gonna what now

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The phone call before she comes over, the little asides from yoongi— “more than anything.” “Please say his name a lot tonight” I. Am. Heartbroken.

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One thing’s for sure: their whole life would transform simply because they tried. They’d enter a phase of their life that they’re always going to remember, intertwining with a man they’re never gonna forget.

I’m literally already tearing up, I’m not joking. Also love the wordplay with “always remember” to “never forget”

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“I brought you tangerines.”

Rude to not also bring tissues for ME

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Shoes seem to scold you

love the way you give emotions to inanimate objects to set the tone. Love love love.

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I am actively dying at the dichotomy of reader being so happy to be there and Yoongi getting ready to break every single heart in this room. The way you set this up with yoongi earlier to bring in the reader like this— I’m in pain in the best way.

ahhhh I feel like a deflated balloon!!!

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“Told him I’m seeing someone.”

[brain temporarily unavailable. Thoughts replaced with high-pitched whistle]

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Not a specific place, but I wanted take this moment to note how much I appreciate the placement of line breaks in your writing. You’re so aware of the rhythm of your words, it truly reads like poetry.

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Realizing that the last conversation you’ll have here mirrors the very first.

MY HEART IS ALREADY BROKEN AND NOW WE’RE PEELING TANGERINES?!!

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“Crying over tangerines.” You feel a burn in your throat. “Who does that.”

Me. I do that. I am currently doing that.

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Not like anyone’s counting, but ten and a half steps later, your feet appear next to your shoes.

You start scrubbing. Washing. Doing your damned best to wipe every piece of porcelain and cutlery clean.

Beautiful ways to slow this moment down while also showing a level of disconnect—just focusing on all these minute details that you’d obviously not typically mention.

Idk if you’ve ever read interviews from people who’ve been through a natural disaster or some other traumatic event, but so often their memories are full of the most inconsequential details like this.

Overall you just have a really lovely feel for the tempo and gravity of different moments.

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But it’s getting real fucking hard to tell how good of a job you’re doing with your vision this blurry.

Also getting real fucking hard to READ with my vision this blurry, RYEN.

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The crescendo of emotions from the reader with the devastatingly calm demeanor from Yoongi, the reveal of what Jungkook told Yoongi earlier, Yoongi telling the reader she can end things, making it clear that he needs a new eyeglasses prescription because he cannot read this room… THIS is how you write such a pivotal moment

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“He broke up with me out of nowhere. Right before I left.”

Okay please strike from the record that I ever said I feel bad for Jungkook.

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“I want all of it.”

Thank GOD I need to go scream into a pillow for a bit, brb

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Love the flip of who’s being openly insecure and how the other person responds to it. They’re both so good for each other and it’s so clear here (to everyone but these two).

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“I wanna be happy.”

Something moves in his hoodie.

“And I want you to be happy, too.”

Pleeeeease I love the way this was said (I wish I had more coherent thoughts I just really love the way they speak to each other)

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Something solid pushes into your nose before he stops, tearing his glasses off to kiss you straight into another plane of existence.

I am currently also on another plane of existence oh my GOD— like I was just crying full tears and now I’m short-circuiting.

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You kiss him as if it’s your last. You kiss him as if this is the first of many.

You. Do. This. So. Well. The way you play with opposites in your writing is just *chef’s kiss*

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He doesn’t say anything, still clicking around until he brings up a file, then exiting out before clicking another one.

It was at this point I legitimately placed my phone face down and said to my cat Toulouse, “oh my god he’s showing her his music. Oh my godddddd he’s showing her his MUSIC.”

This was literally the sexiest, most beautiful, devastatingly romantic moment. (BRB googling “can you sue an author for making you cry a LOT”)

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I’m so serious, this update had me crying a full variety pack of tears, including laughter because WHAT:

“Your dick is big and I wanna suck it.”

😂😂 the BARK I let out, I swear I’m getting a noise complaint from my neighbors

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And then when she goes back and listens to it again, with yoongi watching her listen… ahhhh you wrote this scene so beautifully and tenderly— like please make my bed out of this moment because it’s so soft.

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Looking at videos of Holly on his phone HELP it’s so domestic and adorable— again with your perfect timing and tempo with the slower, cute bits mixed in with faster, more desperate points.

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“I really like you, Yoongi. And I’m gonna love every second you give me.”

Just punch me in the face already!!!

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“But I’m really fucking into you, doll.”

Your breath halts, and you’re pretty sure your heart fails and thinks the only way to go is through your eyes.

What a perfect, beautiful way to describe how I feel when I’m reading this, because I’m crying again.

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“You make me feel safe… I meant from myself.”

I feel like a dartboard at a bar in a midwestern college town. Like how many more lines like this are you going to throw at me?? 😭😭

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“Ask me,” you whisper. “What I want.”

The fact that she sees how fragile he is in all of this, how he’s the one who’s been helping her become more self-confident while he’s been so unkind to himself, and how she—because of HIM— takes a leap and confesses everything and ends it with “I wanna watch fireworks with you again.” Like PLEASE this confession is one of the most incredible confessions I’ve ever read, I’m not exaggerating. Reader’s crying, yoongi’s crying, I’m crying— the whole room is crying.

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And as a man that speaks through actions, Yoongi responds with a kiss reminiscent of moonlight.

Soft in the way it makes you protective. Bright in the way it makes you glow.

This is BEAUTIFULLY written, please never stop writing. What an lovely description.

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I adore the way you’ve revealed this mutual vulnerability and fear in the development of their relationship, and how they’re actively trying to protect each other while still being terrified. Like if that isn’t love, truly what is???

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“… a chokehold.”

How dare you do this to me now, in my time of weakness

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When you’re stripped bare, you feel no different. Because you already felt that way. Layers and layers already torn in scraps on his kitchen floor.

A+

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All I’m gonna say here is that the 35+34 was a 100/10. No notes.

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Even if you both lay just like this, you would be content. Present. Fully in the moment.

“You said my dick was pretty.”

Nope moment over time to go.

Lmao okay your comedic timing is also perfect

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“I’m not seeing anyone else.”

Your eyes flicker.

“Like I said. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You don’t know why that’s the first thing he decides to say. But you don’t know what you would’ve said in the moment either, content on simply watching the meteor showers in his eyes. “Okay,” you finally whisper, thoroughly spent, physically and mentally. “I can’t stop you if you do wanna see anyone—”

“I’ve been yours.”

You blink.

“That’s it.”

Love the galaxies woven into all of these important moments. I love watching them find their courage in each other.

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“Gonna warn you now: you might get tired of me, doll.”

“I’m already tired of you, the fuck.”

I love them so much

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And he gives you a grin that will burn into your memory forever, searing into multiple pages that it will take you years to turn over and forget.

Allow me to take this opportunity to point out another one of my favorite things about your writing: Specific, concrete details. That’s how you take something that’s been written about millions of times and make the reader feel like they’ve never read anything like it. The difference of a beautiful smile vs the poetry I’ve quoted above.

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“Where’s my hi?”

Yoongi I swear to GOD

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You’ve written the chaos of the party so well— the subject changes, interjections, shouts, etc. I definitely feel like I’m at this party and also avoiding jungkook lol

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Yoongi [10:08pm]: Wait why?

You [10:08pm]: u look hot when i said not to ☹️

I love themmmmmm!!!

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Wanting nothing more than to rest in the comfort only Yoongi’s arms can give.

Yes, actually?? Field trip! Let’s all go there I’m ready.

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So yeah!! That’s my feedback for this chapter. I hope it all makes sense!!

I’ll end this by saying that I’ve been following for a while, I’ve read everything from your masterlist, and it’s been a privilege to see you grow as an author and an artist. (Like your earliest stuff is already gorgeous and with every new piece you’ve managed to somehow set the bar even higher.)

Every word that you write feels important and intentional— nothing is filler, there’s a perfect balance of description and emotion and dialogue in the right places at the right times. You make it so easy to fall in love with the characters and fully immerse ourselves into these stories.

I don’t know what you have planned for the rest of your life, but I truly mean it when I say that I hope you never stop writing. You have an incredible gift and you’ve obviously worked so hard— I hope that this type of creative work surrounds you with the same joy that you’ve brought so many others.

Thanks for sharing this gift with us. I hope your time off is everything you need, because you absolutely deserve it. 💓💓

PS hopefully I’ll be able to do similar feedback on your other stuff while you’re on break!! 😇

forfeit (3tan) (m) | myg

title: forfeit (m) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: something is up with yoongi. note: alright, y’all. i won’t say much here, other than thank you. thank you all endlessly for the support that you’ve shown me and this series thus far. it’s been one heck of a ride, and a huge part of that is bc of all of you. i will leave the rest of my mushy thoughts for the end bc the wait for this has been long enough! note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, read the other parts first! it will all make more sense. lastly, this chapter wasn’t beta’d bc i wanted it to be a surprise for everyone! warnings: pov switch (just one), cursing, house party, yoongi in glasses<33, angst, choking, crying, pen*tration, studio talk, jk is here and he is blond lmao, BRO REVEAL FINALLYYY, hair/head pulling, hitting from the back, protected s*x, uhhhhhhh 34+35 l o l, oral (f/m rec), rough s*x, kissing (yes, this is a warning and i’m warning u that it’s a warning), a struggle, spanking, assss play, yoongi is rude, overthinking, did i say angst?, alcohol, weed mention, spitting, manhandling, cowgirl, the chains!! stay!! on!!, body worship, obligatory ‘yoongi on the phone’ warning :)) drop date: october 25th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 22.6k holy hell

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