#fluffy yoongi

[bunsbunnybunbun97]

The boopiest boop of all the boops😍❤️

@borathae Sanguis yoongi is soo precious my BOONGIE😭😭😭💜

[sugajimin]

some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (13/?)

[vpurpleh]

Um anjo (nada) amigável | capa de treino (DOADA)

Caso for de inspirar, me credite por favor.

[ihopecore]

[irishhorse-blog]

BTS in fluffy sweaters - a picspam post, because I miss them.

[daegudrama]

Title: To Be Loved By

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Summary: Reader takes the day off because of period pain and Yoongi leaves work to comfort and take care of her.

Word Count: 865

Yoongi calls you moments after you enter his apartment. You thought this might happen because even after a year and a half of dating you rarely come over without telling him. After removing your shoes you slide your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Are you okay?” He asks without greeting as you walk further into his apartment.

“I took the day off because I’m not feeling great. Don’t worry I’m okay, it's not that bad.” You want to lie and say you’re completely fine but he would scold you if he found out that wasn’t true. “I’d rather be here. Yeonjun doesn’t understand.”

Living in an apartment with another man would surely be a problem for most other couples. Yoongi doesn’t seem to understand why so it’s worked greatly in your favor. He doesn’t see Yeonjun as a threat, which is exactly how it should be.

There are times when you think you should just stop being stubborn and move in with Yoongi but somehow it never feels like the right time. That feels so serious despite how much you love him.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be home in a few hours.” He says, then pauses. In the background you can hear one of his company's producers speaking to someone else. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Don’t worry about me. Work on your song. Bye.”

Before he can get another word in you end the call. You walk straight to Yoongi’s bedroom and strip out of your clothes. You opt for your own sweats that you left here last week and one of Yoongi’s soft oversized white shirts. You tie your hair into a bun with one of his hair ties he left on his dresser.

You curl up on Yoongi’s bed under the blankets, thankful for how warm it already is. Being surrounded by Yoongi’s scent is always comforting. It’s like a hug from him even when he’s not here. Your eyes slide shut hoping to fall asleep to stop feeling the incessant cramping brought on by mother nature’s worst gift.

Purring near your chest makes you open your eyes. The black cat you adopted with Yoongi a few months ago is cuddling against you. You stroke Sugar’s soft fur as you bring your knees to your chest. It won’t relieve your pain but it’ll certainly make it easier to handle. You drift off to sleep holding your sweet cat.

“Are you taking care of our girl, Sugar?” Yoongi’s voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up. He is standing in front of you with a heating pack in hand. “I couldn’t focus thinking of you home alone not feeling well.”

“I’ve had my period once a month for 15 years. I think I can handle it.”

Yoongi frowns while he joins you on the bed. He reaches his hand under the blanket and lifts your shirt. Yoongi holds the heating pack against your stomach then leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. The heat pack feels nice against your skin. He always knows just how hot to make it so it’s comfortable.

“I know you can handle it, but why should you do it alone if you don’t need to.” Yoongi shifts into a more comfortable position as he speaks.

Sugar stretches before moving to the end of the bed. She’s always liked you better no matter what your boyfriend thinks. Yoongi comes closer to you settling in with his hand still holding the heat pack for you.

Your boyfriend snuggles his head into your neck leaving soft kisses and tickling you with his long hair. Your heart sings knowing he left work because he wanted to comfort you.

He pulls away to turn the TV on and without asking puts on your favorite movie. Matilda is a film you can watch a million times and never get tired of. Yoongi pulls you against his chest and runs his hand over the hair that isn’t tied up as the opening begins.

You take the hair tie out allowing him more access to run his fingers through your dark strands. He plays with your hair as he watches the movie you both have memorized at this point. Cuddling against Yoongi makes you feel wonders better. It’s amazing what a little love can do.

When the hot pack goes cold Yoongi applies pressure with his hand. Rubbing your soft skin without saying a word. Every once in a while he leans over to press his lips to your forehead. You don’t think you could ever get tired of his soft lips grazing your skin.

You fall asleep to the familiar sound of Yoongi’s heart beating with your arm wrapped around his middle. There’s nowhere quite as safe as his arms.

“Jagi, I ordered food. Come eat.” Yoongi calls waking you from your slumber.

You scoop Sugar off of the bed after standing. She purrs as you press her soft fur to your face. You are very grateful you found a cuddly cat.

Yoongi is setting out the fried chicken looking like a domestic dream. How did you get so lucky?

[abloomingperiod]

home | min yoongi

you can hear the urgent noises of the city outside of your windows along with the faint noise of the last raindrops slowly falling - unlike your own, which seems to only fasten their pace.

if it wasn’t for his arms embracing your figure, you swear you could slide down the floor like a puddle of recently melted ice.

“i-i… i don’t know what to d-do-“ you're able to phrase, those being your first words in the last 10 minutes.

“you don’t have to” he softly responds as his hand brushes your hair to the back of your ear, eyes attentively travelling through your face.

then, as you laid there on his lap as he always made you, yoongi starts rocking your body back and forth, pace slower than the bpm’s of a lullaby.

“but i should! i should!” you say as your eyes get drowned by your tears.

he tsk-tks, “you shouldn’t listen to whoever tells you that, even if it’s inside you” he says, his lips now finding you hair with repeated pecks, nose lovingly searching for your shampoo scent. “it’s okay, it's okay. for now, let it out and rest. you’re safe” he murmurs, arms tightening around your figure as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“you’re only saying that because i’m crying. tomorrow, i’ll be just as much of a loser as i am right now” you interject, voice weak and barely reaching his ears by the end as you nervously fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m saying that because it’s true. you’re home. i know you want to stop feeling like that, but you can't control your emotions, so just let it out. it's nothing unusual. and don't talk about yourself like that" he responds, his own fingers caressing yours as he always does when sensing your restless anxiety "if you feel lost, just remind yourself that you're home. i mean that." he keeps going, his voice barely audible if you didn't have your ear right next to his plump lips. "i can be home for you, if you let me” he responds.

“you wanna be home to a loser?”

“you clearly have no idea what a loser is" he says with a weak scoff. yoongi knows for a fact that you have a thing for the dramatic, but he also knows when it was you, someone that put a lot of pressure on themselves, feeling bad because you "should have everything sorted out".

he knew it, because he felt it, too. he knew the feeling like the palm of his hand, and he knew how god-awful it was to not be able to believe it when someone tried to genuinely help. he also knew, that he could use every trick in the book to reaffirm your worth and values, and it still wouldn't make a difference.

he knew you needed comfort, serenity and a place to freely feel. you needed a home.

he had felt that, and he promised to himself he would never let you go there alone. not you, not his home.

"i wanna be home to who is home to me” he says in a much serious and rigid tone, marking his words in your mind like no other sentence ever could, “and i love my home.”

you look up at him, and his eyes are already on yours. yours get wetter and wetter, as his keep going further and further inside your soul until you wrap your arms around his neck and buries your face back on his shoulders.

“look at me," he lifts your chin and goes to softly caress your arms, "not having control of everything is part of life. there’s nothing you can do about it but feel it when it hits you. don’t hold back from yourself, you’re more than safe to express it” he reassures. “you're not alone, and i understand what you're going through, okay?” he nods, searching for a mirrored action from you.

you feel more tears coming, but instead of hiding your face, you nod back.

"we've been there before, and you stood with me until everything got better. we can do this again, okay?” he says, tiny smile appearing on that puffy face of his “i'll be here for the good and for the bad, like you.”

you return the tiny smile and he pecks your nose making exaggerated muac noises, your smile only growing as you try to hide it with a muffled “stooooooop” coming out of your mouth, but he doesn’t let you and instead puts a finger on your cheek, returning your face to his. “look at me” and as you do, he gently pecks your lips, slowly as he possibly could, and you swear you could feel you heart slowing its frantic pace along with his lips.

pulling back, yoongi grins at you and whispers “you will always figure things out, and if any time you don’t feel like doing so, i’m here to help. we’re home, i’m your home. deal?”

you keep your eyes locked and a nod with “deal” comes out.

“good” he sighs, hands caressing your cheeks and eyes staring at your face like you're the only thing in the world as his gummy smile appears.

“you’re the best home i've ever had” he tells you, caressing your knuckles.

you weakly chuckle at his cute remark, your heartbeats slowing down along with you tears until you finally can breathe normally again and your right hand lovingly touches his clothed chest.

“you’re not bad yourself”.

[amazegallery]

Singular

Capa para uso pessoal

Fazia uma eternidade que eu não fazia capinha YoonKook, não mais do que a última vez que escrevi com eles 😔 meu casal.

[naashiii]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader.

Warning: Little suggestive…

Summary: You’re so hardworking that he had to do something to stop you…

A/N: Also, please… Don’t be shy to tell me if you like this one. Or if I did some mistakes on my spelling. It would help me a lot and encourage me to continue my work !

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For the past week, she had been hardworking herself too much. But she couldn't give up her work. It's not her habit.

It's exactly 2:20 a.m. and she's still tenaciously going through her paperwork. There's no way she's going to stop now, so close to the end.

Or so she thought.

If her boyfriend didn't suddenly come up in her room.

She'd been with him for over a year now, so obviously he sometimes came to spend time at her place and vice versa. And what she'd been dreading finally came. He came.

Yet at 8.00 p.m. he'd told her he was going to stay in the living room and watch a movie. In the end, her thoughts told her he'd fallen asleep in front of it.

When she heard the door open, she didn't even bother to turn around. Much more focused on her leaves.

But then his hoarse, tired voice called her out.

«Aren't you in bed yet ?»

His voice was so soft...

«No, not yet, I've got my work to finish, but I'm almost done.»

He stood at the entrance, not moving a muscle, waiting for her to interact with him.

«Cat... You told me the same thing earlier and you haven't finished yet.»

His nickname sent shivers down her spine... With the added bonus of his tired voice, everything was unbelievable to her when he uttered a word.

«Yes I know Yoon...But I promise you that this time I'm going to finish it in a blink !»

Her gaze didn't move once from her papers.

Then she heard his heavy footsteps approaching, coming to stand behind her, his large hands worshipping to rest on her shoulders and gently massage them.

Her gestures stopped dead in her tracks. She let out a sigh of relief at his gentleness and the good his massages were doing her.

He then approached her ear to whisper softly...

«Please... Give me some time. It's been a week since I've had a moment with you.»

he whispered into her ear.

His words made her melt, but she had to go on. She was so close to the end she couldn't stop. She regained control of her mind and continued to write on her papers, trying to concentrate.

But this didn't really please Yoongi, who this time reached out with her right hand that was holding the pencil, to gently removed it from her desk. Taking the time to move his hand down to his wrist, squeezing it slightly. This caused the pencil to fall from her hand.

Her left hand then came to try and remove his large hand from her wrist, but before she had time to breathe, he gently moved her hair away from her neck and took her left hand in his, holding it firmly and then squeezing her wrist.

Following his action, she retaliated to convince him.

«Yoon, please- I've got to finish my work and then I promise I'll go to bed-»

Disagreeing, his face came up to her neck to let a breath on it, taking time to brush his lips against it.

«Except, I want you right now.»

His tone became more serious and dry.

Her body stiffened at his sentence. To be honest, she really missed her little moments with him. But work came first for her. It was her future.

«Y-Yoon I-»

«Shh... just relax, okay? You've been working too hard for the past week. It'll be good to take a break, don't you think ?»

Following this sentence, his lips finally landed on her neck, kissing her gently and delicately to relax her from all the stress, and all the pressure.

Her body melted at his action, leaving her shoulders to slump gently.

«That's good, my angel. See, it feels good doesn't it ?»

he sighed against her skin.

Her breathing quickened slightly, making it heavier with each inhalation.

His kisses felt so good, they could make her love him even more than she already did.

«I've got to go on, please...»

she confessed, unable to get the job out of her mind.

Still not agreeing, he came this time to nibble gently on her neck. At the same time, he stroked her right hand with his thumb.

«My angel, what did I say ? Don't think about anything, just please relax...»

His voice was so low and soft to her ears. It drove her crazy.

His kisses and caresses gently relaxed her, making her almost forget the work she had to do.

And seeing that she calmed down to his actions, he came gently up his kisses through her jaw to her cheek, arriving at her lips.

He removed his grip from her right wrist, and came to cup her face, moving it towards his own.

And she just look into his eyes and lips with a gaze so weak that the only thing she wanted was to feel his kisses on her lips.

«That's good my angel... I'm proud of you.»

His eyes, too, went back and forth between her eyes and her lips. Taking the time to make her wait, knowing full well that she'd love his kisses.

Her trembling hands came to rest on his broad shoulders, turning completely towards him with her chair. She was just waiting to feel him close to her right now.

"I know what you want love... And I'm going to give it to you as a reward my angel."

And at his sweet words he came to place his lips on hers, kissing her with passion and love. Lack that had been building up inside him for a week. And now it could be taken away.

As for her, her grip closed on his shoulders, letting him do it for once, not having the strength after all that work to kiss him back. No matter how much she wanted to.

He moved away from her face, looking at her tenderly, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

«My kitten... My love... My angel... Come to bed with me, will you ? Mh ?»

At his gentle words she came to straighten slightly so that then, he, took her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.

He didn't bother to turn off the small desk light. Preferring to spend a quiet night with his beloved.

He then placed her gently on the bed, lying down beside her. He then wrap his left arm around her, bringing her close to him to glue her completely.

«Rest now my angel, mh ? You deserve it.»

He whispered softly close to her ear, stroking her arm with his thumb.

And following his words she fell asleep as quickly as a second to fall into the arms of Morpheus. While being in the embrace of her beloved...

[the-sixth-planet-from-the-sun]

Whisper of the Heart

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60331588

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationship:

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Characters:

Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook's Parents, Jeon Jungkook's Family, Park Jimin (BTS), Park Jimin's Parents (BTS), Park Jimin's Family (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V

Additional Tags:

Studio Ghibli, Studio Ghibli References, Drama, Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Friendship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Personal Growth, Slice of Life, Family, Young Love, young adult, Teen Romance, Teenagers, Teen Angst, Romance, Eventual Romance, Lemon, Culture, Mystery, High School, Life Lessons, Mental Health Issues, Dramedy, Adventure & Romance, Happy Ending, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Top Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook-centric, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Fluffy Ending, Soft Jeon Jungkook

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2024-11-05

Completed: 2024-11-14

Chapters: 13/13

SUMMARY

Jeongguk, a bookish teenager with dreams of becoming a writer, decides to read twenty books over the spring in an effort to broaden his horizons and find inspiration. However, something curious begins to happen: every book he checks out from the library has already been read by someone named Park Jimin. Intrigued by the annotations and marks left in the margins, Jeongguk finds himself wondering who this person is — the one who chooses exactly the same books he does. As his readings progress, he realizes that Jimin’s words are more than simple observations; they are reflections that seem to echo his own thoughts. Determined to uncover Park Jimin’s identity, Jeongguk embarks on an unexpected journey filled with mystery and introspection, one that leads him to question what it truly means to connect with another person through words. Will he find Park Jimin? And what will this search reveal about him?

This material may be copyrighted.

[vpurpleh]

When I met you in the summer | pedido pessoal (doado)

Caso for se inspirar, me credite por favor.

[maeveeislost]

SPEECHLESS

What happens when a mute girl on a trip with her recently married mom and new step-dad goes on a trip to her cousin's birthday in an exquisite hotel and meets a very exquisite man who intrigues her?

My first time writing here! So I'm pretty confused on how to do this whole layout thing but give me some time!

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Walking into the five star place I settled my bag down on the nearby chairs, I looked around trying to find a peculiar pair of brunettes. But they got me before them as I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning back I looked at my mom and step father smiling and waving at me, I waved back too.

My mom had been single until very recently, but then she found my dad, he was an instructor at my sign language facility, he taught people and people like me, mutes, sign language. They had really nice chemistry and started going out and I was really happy for her, I loved my instructor, he was sweet and patient with us. And with that, it was my aunt's and her daughter's, my cousin's birthday tomorrow, we all had gathered at the five star hotel to celebrate it for an entire week. They wanted the family to gather and enjoy for a good whole week.

I head to my room and settled down my things, today was just a day where we all chilled and tomorrow the line of events would start.

I head out wanting to explore the hotel, filled with gold and silver, smooth marble, delicate carvings on the walls, expensive paintings, shiny ceiling, a spiral staircase, a grand diamond chandler, I walked into a huge room, it looked like a ballroom or a big party to for plenty of people to gather. There was music playing in the background, the exquisite hotel and music made me feel like a princess, the floor was smooth as I glided across, slowly dancing twisting my self with turns and grace. I had always enjoyed music, the beats, the melody's , the way the words glided off the singers tounge. I loved everything about it.

Another twist and, ow

I looked up to see a young man looking down at me as I rubbed my head. That's a hard chest I thought.

"Sorry there" he said, his voice was husky, deep, a bit rough; just as if he had woken up. Now that I took a good look at him I figured he had actually woken up.

Hair messy, face a bit slugged down, while his clothes in were wrinkled, and his eyes were a bit droopy and the rough voice evidence belonged here too.

I waved my hands in front of him, signing to him that it's okay in simple words, or should I say signs.

He wore clothes of a waiter, or server, I was not really sure but I could tell he worked here, I guessed that he had sneaked here to take a short doze.

The song was still playing in the background while I scanned his face, his face was smooth, a bit sun kissed, it glowed under the little light that came from the far away windows in the dark curtain filled room. He was handsome, and looked smart even though he was quite a mess right now. I didn't realize how long I had been staring untill he cut it for me.

"Are you done staring?" He questioned rising an eyebrow with his hand crossed, his muscles flexed under the material of his uniform, his delicate but surely huge veins coming to view.

I gulped a tiny bit, he sure was intimidating, I felt awkward and embarrassed as I felt hotness rising up my cheek.

I bowed down to him in a way of saying sorry, though I was pretty sure it was to hide the blush that hovered the skin on my cheeks.

When I slightly looked up he seemed baffled as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, he did not expect me to bow, clearly.

"What are you doing here ma'am, are you lost?" He returned back to sounding professional before a stern cough.

Well now since I couldn't reply and this guy mostly had a chance of not understanding sign language, I tried to make it as simple as possible.

First I nodded my head in a way that explained, no. He raised his eyebrow again. Wondering why I would have come here then.

I pointed towards the speakers on the stage, he looked towards them and back at me. "The music?" He asked a bit amused. I nodded in a way that explained, yes.

He looked confused, I hadn't spoken a word till now.

"Could you tell me your room number so I can take you back ma'am, if you have somewhere else to go or don't require assistance you can just tell me." He said standing up straight again.

Well now answering this would be complicated. I gestured, writing. As in I wanted a pen, I spelled it out with my lips as well.

He gave me a look but nonetheless gave me want I wanted. I wrote on my hand.

I can't speak, I'm a mute.

And I waited for him to give me that look of pity, and be all like sorry and all that, but it never came he just looked at me and gently told me, "No problem ma'am, please use sign language, I will understand."

I signed to him, 'Thankyou for your understanding, I'm not lost, I was just looking around, Im sorry if I disturbed anything important' he smiled instantly after.

"Your welcome, and please don't say sorry, you have disturbed nothing, if your tired I still would insist I take you to your room."'

I nodded smiling. We walked together in the long and huge exquisite hallways of the hotel, rattling of utensils and plates could be heard in the distance, we walked in quite peaceful silence, no awkwardness present with the noise of our footsteps prominent.

As he dropped me by my door he gave me a smile as I asked him one last thing before I closed the door.

'What's your name?' I signed to him curious.

He smiled once again with his hands behind his back, "Taehyung" he replied.

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I hope you guys enjoyed<3!

[konatc]

Purple Attitude

Yoongi of BTS Fanfiction

The sun and moon. They were destined to be together. They were soulmates. (BTS SUGA Short story)

Word count: 2066

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When the sun goes down, the moon comes out. But one day, the moon decides to go upon a different, unfamiliar path, which can eventually lead to an eclipse, where the sun and moon may cross paths.

Ella couldn't believe her eyes. She was looking straight at a paper that denied her entrance into her favorite restaurant. How could they?

"Try opening the door." Parker said, just to make sure they definitely couldn't get in. She wanted today to be a good one. The best one.

Ella wraps her hand around the knob on the door and tries pulling it open. But it doesn't budge.

She sighs as her hand falls to her side, "It's okay, we don't have to go here -"

"Ella, don't say that! I'm gonna find a way in! I promise!" Parker starts looking the door up and down, letting her hands roam around the door, looking for anything that could get them inside.

And sure, it might be illegal, but she'd do anything for Ella. Especially today. It was Ella's 21st birthday.

"No, it's fine! Really! I don't want to get arrested on my birthday!" Ella whispers with fear in her voice. She didn't want to be the one to call her mom at the end of the day and tell her the news that she'd been arrested for breaking into a restaurant.

"But you love this place!" Parker exclaimed, "I'm getting you in."

Ella shook her hands in front of her, disagreeing at her friends promise. "No, no, the sign said they can't be open right now. Let's just leave before someone comes out here!"

Ella's pleading made Parker turn around to face her once again. Defeat could be seen all over her face.

"But we had a plan." She whined, "You wanted this so bad! We can't even start your birthday off on the right foot?"

"I'm okay, really. I'm good with anything else." Ella says as she pulls Parker's arm and as she drags her friend away from the building.

Parker frowned, "I'm sorry, this day hasn't been going as we planned. This was going to be a great day!"

"Hey, today hasn't been bad! We may have had a couple of frustrating moments on the way here..." Ella says, now remembering they watched a large family of ducks walk across a green light, making the girls even more late than they already were.

They were also stopped by a long train that lasted over 5 minutes! Parker was furious.

"Well." Ella says, "We may have started on the wrong foot this morning." Parker nods, just before they follow the sidewalk and turn the corner of a red brick building.

Ella continues, "But we still have the whole day, remember?"

Ella's attention quickly focused on a bunch of flower pots on a stand in front of the giant red brick building, filled with dozens of gorgeous flowers just a few feet away from them. Oh, how she loved flowers.

Parker smiled as they kept walking, "Okay, that's true." She lets out a chuckle, "How are you always so positive-"

Suddenly, the two girls were stopped on the sidewalk, right in front of the flower shop that Ella had just noticed before. But now, there stood a man that seemed to have a scowl on his face.

His beautifully sculpted hands held onto a bouquet of bright yellow chrysanthemum flowers.

The man's eyes locked with the ones before him. The bright, soft blue eyes pierced his grumpy heart. And his eyes softened, just the tiniest bit.

Ella felt her cheeks flush pink as the man before her stared into her soul. It was like time stood still. At least for those two.

Parker eyed the two in a suspecting manner. It was kind of interesting to watch two people stare each other down...

The man saw Ella glance down at the bouquet of flowers in his hands, and his eyes traced her gaze.

Realization hit him, and he remembered his frustration. His scowl gently and slowly found a way back onto his soft features.

"I don't have any use for these." He stated, his voice sulky and smooth. "I wasn't in a good mood this morning, and somehow, this salesperson persuaded me into buying these." He looked down at the flowers again, and through his lashes, he looked back up at the blue-eyed girl that was looking right back at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

A few seconds of silence went by until the man finally broke it. "Would you like to keep them?" He asked a little quieter now.

Ella's eyes widened after the realization of his offer. "Oh, no! I couldn't. You bought them." Ella shook her hands in front of her. "They're absolutely beautiful, though. You should place them somewhere in your house."

Ignoring the millions of butterflies she felt in her stomach, she gave the man a smile. It was sweet. It's so sweet that it melted the grumpy man's heart.

The man willed himself from shuttering at the woman's glowing smile in front of him as he shook his head politely. "Please, I really wouldn't do anything with these. Take them." He reached out and held the flowers in front of Ella, causing her to look back up at the man for another time.

He just nodded, his calm demeanor still not wavering.

Ella finally reached out to take the bouquet of flowers from the man she's never seen before. For just a second, her fingers brushed his. Was it weird that it gave her chills that ran up and down her arms?

The man's hand fell to his sides.

Parker saw the man about to turn and walk away, so she nudged Ella's elbow. She got the message.

"My name is Ella." She says, making the man stop the beginning of his actions. She holds out the hand that isn't holding the flowers, "What's yours?"

The man manages to keep his smile under control as he slowly puts his hand in hers.

"Min Yoongi." He says as he gently shakes her hand. A smile danced on her face, and the ray of sunshine glowing off of her made his heart shake.

"Nice to meet you, Yoongi."

Yoongi selfishly let his scowl fade away at the woman in front of him. Even though he was still upset, he couldn't help but soften at her smile. Ella's smile.

Before Yoongi could even say another word, his pocket began to vibrate, and  his ring tone sounded through the air.

He sighed as he took his phone out of his pocket, "I'm really sorry, but I have to be going. It was nice meeting you."

Ella nodded her head in understanding, "Oh, you're totally fine!" She smiles, "I hope we meet again soon."

Yoongi felt his cheeks turn a shade of pink when his smile came back. He slowly nodded his head before finally turning around and answering his call.

Ella takes a deep breath as she hears his voice slowly fade away.

Parker knew that the smile her friend had was a real. It was an incredible smile. She was excited. Ecstatic! This was going to be a great day.

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"Yoongi? Hello? Are you listening to me?"

Yoongi took his eyes off the bright blue papers in front of him. He couldn't help but stare at them because it reminded him of her eyes.

He thought about her day and night. He wanted to see her again. But it wouldn't be likely they would randomly stumble across each other again. He can only rely on luck. Or fate. If fate was real.

"Come on, dude, you need to be paying attention! Where should we put up these flyers?" Hoseok asked, gently pumping Yoongi's shoulder with his.

"Oh, sorry. I was just taking a minute to breathe, I've been really stressed."

He was stressed because he won't be able to see her again.

"It's alright, man. I know you can be cranky sometimes." Hoseok chuckles, and Yoongi scowls.

"Whatever, Hoseok," Yoongi grumbles under his breath. "What were you saying before?"

"Oh, right! Where should we start putting up the flyers for my show?"

Yoongi runs his hands through his dark black hair, "Hm, I know this place in the city that's very popular -"

Hoseok began to interrupt his sentence. "Oh, never mind. I know a place." And he then started to type something into his computer, not sparing Yoongi a single glance.

Yoongi was taken back by his sudden interruption. That definitely wasn't cool.

"Didn't you ask me for advice on where to put them?" Yoongi asks, trying to keep his attitude away. He seemed to get a nasty attitude around this time of day.

"Yeah." Hoseok replies simply.

Yoongi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Hosoek. Then why did you ask me when you already had one in mind?"

Hoseok paused his typing, and his eyebrows furrowed in thought. "I don't know. When I asked you, I didn't have this in mind." He paused again, "I actually have never been to this place, but I guess I've heard about it somewhere? I'm not sure where I got it from..."

Hoseok turned his computer so that Yoongi could see the place that he thought of.

Maybe his eyes played tricks, but Yoongi thought he was looking at the flower shop he found himself at the other day. The one where he met her at.

"I've been there before." Yoongi says, as his memories of Ella were flooding his head once again.

Hoseok smiles. "Oh, awesome! Seems like there's lots of space to put the flyers up around the building -"

"I need some air. She just won't leave my head!" Yoongi quickly gets up and leaves Hoseok to himself.

Yoongi found himself in his car and started his engine. He didn't know what he was doing. But he was doing it.

He passed the light where the other day, he was stopped by a large family of ducks walking across the road. He was furious that day. It was the first day of his new job, after all. It was also the day he met her.

He then passed by the tracks where he had to wait an additional 5 minutes for a ridiculously long train!

He soon found himself in the same parking spot as the other day, so he got out of his car and began walking.

He knows where he's going, and he knows what he wants to see when he arrives at the flower shop. But he also knows he might not get what he wants. But he still tries.

Yoongi's heart gently drops as he stands in front of the flower shop. And there's no Ella to be seen.

He knew it was silly to think she would be there waiting.

Just before he turns to leave, his eyes catch a glimpse of bright yellow hair. He knew that hair.

Yoongi's heart leaped out of his chest.

Ella walked out of the shop, with a bouquet of the same Chrysanthemum flowers he gave to her. Her smile was brighter than the sun.

"Ella?" Yoongi asks.

Ella's smile only gets brighter. "You remembered my name." She says.

Yoongi let his lips curve up into a smile. A real smile.

"Of course I did." He says.

Ella looks down at the flowers in her hands. "I know this is funny. And it's hard to believe." She pauses, then looks back up at Yoongi. "I wasn't planning on being here today, and I was definitely not planning on buying these flowers."

She laughs, and Yoongi's chest tightens at the beautiful sound.

"But I feel like we were meant to meet each other." Ella holds out the flowers in front of her. Giving them to Yoongi. "Take these to return the favor. I won't be needing them."

Yoongi hesitantly took the flowers from her hands, his heart leaping for joy.

He looks back up at Ella, and for the first time in a long time, he feels happy.

"Are you busy right now?" Yoongi asks.

Ella beams up at him as she shakes her head gently.

Yoongi smiles, "Would you go out with me?"

Ella moves to stand directly next to Yoongi, softly wrapping her arm around his.

"Let's get out of here."

The End

~ But this ending is only the beginning. ~

[minisugakoobies]

Since Luce didn’t select it, I’m gonna: Hexed 😇

That’s my YoonJin fic that was (gulp) due for Yoongi’s birthday collab! Magical E2L with pompous Vamp!Jin and scoundrel Witch!Yoongi. Featuring Vamp!Tae as Jin’s bff and Yoongi’s shapeshifting familiars Bird!Jimin and Snake!Kook.

I’ve been stuck on it for a while but hoping to finish before Yoongi’s next bday 🙈

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

[artofcasmiles]

prod. meow meow 🎧✨

[soephiphany]

Hi :)

I wanted to start here by giving you some fic recs of some of my fav stories/mostly drabbles I've read here.

How I'm a slut for fluff, there'll be a lot of it, like, A LOT.

Favs of all : 🌼

Let me get started with the whole reason why I downloaded this app (I'm serious)

And also my boy Yoongi

The love of my life :

I actually started reading this at Wattpad and got so addicted that i needed more. Now I just can't stop thinking about it and everything i do reminds me of it. Yes. I'm yoongi biased (actually Yoonjin). 🌼

I actually don't know if I recommend some of if or just the whole page :/ everything it's just so beautiful lol I'll just rec my favs :)

Prepare yourself to suffer :

(i don't think I'll ever be able to look at rain in the same way. I highly agree it's cloud piss)

This one actually made me cry, it's so sweet. 🌼

This is CANDY SWEET. I love you @indgio, i love you lol

Okay. Here's more Yoongi stuff cause I'm whipped.

🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/poutyniall/i-was-thinking-about-how-yoongis-first-i-love/bdcy7bjab4ew

https://at.tumblr.com/your-daily-biaswrecking/yoongi-is-cooking-but-when-yn-comes-home-she/ja0kv6uny3ys 🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/ijungkooki/day-2-yoongiswitching-places/ny5f0p8u0dkg

https://at.tumblr.com/bluewhale52/almost/y5ce8kgs0fbq

https://at.tumblr.com/poutyniall/i-can-see-yoongi-as-the-type-of-boyfriend-to-in/odvl5fyz4052

https://at.tumblr.com/jjkeverlast/colorful-lines-myg/gaf8tgvj6t8b

https://at.tumblr.com/norcula/a-drabble-series-involving-min-yoongi-and/jtvv1yk9yhmn 🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/yoongiphoria/sweet-toothache-myg/mzzf51zak4ih

https://at.tumblr.com/indgio/1643-myg-yoongi-cant-help-the-smile-that/peeguu80eyy9 🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/kookiesbuckethat/yoongi-x-freader-genre-angst-to-fluff/h8m5nexhz3a1

https://at.tumblr.com/namfinessed/genre-major-angst-fluff-second-chance-romance/0gcij73hmj0n

https://at.tumblr.com/blue-jisungs/poor-kitty/3q79j8mdd9wu 🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/eoieopda/can-i-request-a-drabble-with-darksidedyoongi/t1fedf3mf9zf

https://at.tumblr.com/herecomesjoon/a-lovely-thing-to-wake-up-to-this-is-very-sweet/ng38zcxflff2

https://at.tumblr.com/justanotherstarlightmonger/ice-cream-makes-everything-better-myg/5y9881zdqlxm

(i relate a lot to this one, since i have migraines)

https://at.tumblr.com/sailoryooons/hi-for-your-writng-event-id-like-to-request-a/7vypphp1hs2f

https://at.tumblr.com/kooksbunnnn/helping-hands-min-yoongi/p1ixviegnkth 😳

https://at.tumblr.com/champagneher/midnight-kiss-min-yoongi-based-on-them/7k7scbx7nv

https://at.tumblr.com/yoonlattesworld/purity/5fwfb2swa1ux 🌼🌼🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/yoonlattesworld/having-a-bad-anxiety-attack-while-yoongi-holds-you/m31dbzqmdibl

https://at.tumblr.com/yoonlattesworld/his-world/tqqfdz999v6f

https://at.tumblr.com/parkdatjimin/i-finally-have-my-request-what-about-ancient/xttd74l2xrg3 🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/aphrodijin/swing-life-away-min-yoongi/oaq9s6tj3u8u 🌼

https://at.tumblr.com/jjkeverlast/unexpected-lovers-myg/eqqmw26aq5sl 🌼

(This was way much prettier, i promise. It's just the third time I'm doing it, so my small patience is running out)

NOW... (for the third time) I'll recommend some profiles i LOVE

@indgio love you

@jjkgyu i love their reacts so much

@bangtan-sonyeonddaeng i highly recommend this for the ppl who like BTS reacts

@jjkeverlast yeah. Just yeah. I don't really know what to say lol ... Borahae haahah

@personasintro MIMI HAS MY SOUL.

And last but really not least: @onlyswan ... They have me entire heart for themselves. Thank you, just ... Thank you lol. I love SO much their drabbles and they make me so happy and comforted. I slept at 2am yesterday cause I couldn't stop reading fluffy Jungkook lmao

Well... Guess this is it (and i really hope this time Tumblr helps me ;-;) this was basically me being a simp for the boys, mostly Yoongi ahahaha

Enjoy these Yoongi, (a little bit of) OT7, and the biggest bias wrecker of my life: Jeon Jungkook:))

That's it! I hope you enjoy these stories as much as i did ☺️

See you next time <3

- Soo Soo 🌼