#he’s dozing off every few mins it’s so cute

[gojoest]

i just want to let you know that the first thing mr vienna did after arriving at my house was to stop in front of my gojo figures and formally ask for his blessing 😭 he was like “look, i don’t think i can fight you but will you let me take care of her?” 😭

[haetrack]

did i hear mark request…

it’s late, you and mark have been spending the last week studying in the library every night for a big final. ur brain’s exhausted and u’ve been losing focus every now and again for the last hour but these last 15 mins, u’ve spent being distracted at how good mark looks next to u, extremely focused and determined to get through these practice papers. so u wanna see how long he can stay concentrated and quiet with ur hands all over him - he’s not quiet though this man is gonna moan and whine in ur ear like his life depends on it

(tbh i just wanna give this man a handjob in public and watch him finish)(he’s so hot)(i need him so bad)(maybe edge him a little too idk)

req 5: mark lee x afab!reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: smut (MDNI!), public sex in a library, handjob, edging (HOORAY)

a/n: THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL… HE SO… HES SONSNDMFK

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you’ve been sitting at the library with mark for hours. the words of the article in front of you begin blurring together, none of it is really clicking, none of it bothering to stick in your head. you could recite the whole study guide and its answers by now. you just keep getting distracted. every time you look over at mark, you lose focus.

you can’t help but let your mind drift, can’t help but think about doing a little more than kissing with him.

you and mark have been together for five months. still a fairly new relationship, and you are happy to call him your boyfriend. he’s sweet, attentive, funny, and cute, but you can’t help but wish for one thing. since you’ve gotten in a relationship, you haven’t really done anything but kiss. which is fine, but it always leaves you on edge.

you can tell he gets needy too, his hands wandering, groping around as he licks into your mouth. you can feel him try not to subtly grind into you, keeping you firmly sat on his thighs as he kisses you. it’s not something you can complain about, but it’s been sitting in your mind for too long.

even now, late at night at your school’s library, your bored mind is not safe from these thoughts. you look at him through the corner of your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused on the practice problems he was given to by his professor. his bites down on his bottom lip, fingers messing with the corner of the page as he tries to remember what to do.

he’s not even doing anything crazy, but here you are lusting over mark while you two are studying. it’s been like this for a whole week, your boyfriend inviting you out to study with him for finals week. are you in the same class he’s in? no, but you will be there for him whenever he asks. you also get a bonus of seeing him like this.

during the first part of the week, you actually did study. you both focused on your own work, took small breaks with each other, then went back to studying. it eventually evolved to you staring at scans of your textbook, eyes occasionally glancing to mark. tonight is worse, you can’t stop staring at him.

you check the time, nearly midnight. you look around and find a few other students, either dozing off or intensely doing their work. none of them are aware of their surroundings, none would see you in the small secluded corner you both are in. you shift a little in your seat, squeezing your thighs together to calm yourself down.

you let out a long groan, which catches mark’s attention. he tears his eyes away from his paper, amusement in his eyes as he presses a kiss to your temple. it takes everything in you to not throw yourself in his lap right there. instead, you place a hand on his thigh as you kiss him back. he lets out a small sigh at the touch, eyes closing from the feeling.

you pull away from him, hand still on his thigh as you look at him. his eyes are still lingering on your lips, pretty and swollen from the kiss. a quiet laugh leaves you, “how much more do you have left?”

“not a lot,” he huffs, “it’s just, i legit don’t think i can do them anymore.”

you smile at him, scooting your chair close to his, leaning your head on his shoulder, “want me to take a look?”

“well, do you know how to do this?” he points to his paper, an equation that shouldn’t make sense to anyone currently being shown to you.

“i’m not as smart as you, but i will be your personal cheerleader.” you press a kiss to his neck, enjoying how he shivers at the contact. you press a few more kisses until you reach his jawline, your hand squeezing around his thigh. he doesn’t try moving, eyes fixed on how your thighs squeeze together.

when you move your hand higher, his hand shoots down to your wrist. you think he might move it away, telling you he doesn’t want to do this here. you’d apologize quickly, choosing to do your work as you hold his hand.

he doesn’t though, he keeps your wrist there, a tight hold around your skin.

you move to put your head on his shoulder again. your fingers trace light patterns over his sweats. his leg begins bobbing up and down, waiting to see what you might do next. you’re almost surprised to see mark letting you go this far. you can feel the heat from his face, and you can see how his chest rises quickly.

you’re not sure if you want to initiate this here, but as you see mark squirm in his seat, you realize you might have to do something. you want him to tell you that he wants this. under the guise of being tired, you shut your eyes, exhaling while your hand continues to warm his thigh. you don’t want to pressure him into this, giving him the option to ignore you if he wants.

he tries. he tries to look at his paper again, trying to recall what he’s supposed to do. maybe he’d be able to figure it out if it weren’t for how close your hand was to his hardening cock. he’s not sure if it’s because of how frustrated he is or it finally dawned on him how pent up he is, but he needs you.

he lets out a shaky breath, your hand not moving from his spot. he shifts a little in his seat, moving your hand a little further up. it’s not where he needs you, but the feeling of your fingers tracing along his sweats has his cock twitching. he’s about to ask you to do something, but you beat him to it.

“do you need help with that, mark?”

he feels your gaze on his now too tight sweats, hard and begging for your touch. he bites back a groan when your fingers trace over the outline of his cock, squeezing at the tip. this the most you’ve ever touched him, and it’s getting to his head too fast. he bites down on his bottom lip, too scared to open his mouth.

there was a reason to all the times he’s pushed you off of him. he was so embarrassed, every time you kissed him on his lap, he couldn’t help but get so close to cumming. you weren’t doing anything intentional, but the feeling of your lips on his, the softs sounds you made, and the feeling of you on top of him sent a rush to his head.

for you to be so close to him, yet not where he needs you is enough for him to buck his hips into your hand. he lets out the smallest gasp. your lips graze his ears, “tell me what you want mark, i’ll give you anything you need.”

“want you to touch me, want you to touch my…” you can hear him swallow, “t-touch my cock, please.”

your hand teases the band of his sweats, messing with the drawstrings, “anything for you, markie.”

your hand finally slips under his sweats and boxers, hand slowly wrapping around his hard cock. this is better than any of your fantasies, feeling how he throbs in your hold. you let him sit with the feeling for a bit, your grip tightening around his length. he lets out a hiss, quickly covering his mouth when he realizes he’s still at the library.

your fingers move to glide over his tip, spreading the precum around, “guess you’ll have to be quiet, right?”

he nods quickly, eyes shaking when he looks down to see your hand in his pants, right where he needs you. he tries not to seem too eager, tries not to look like he’s currently being touched in the middle of the library. his eyes scan the room, everyone else too busy to be looking at them.

when your hand starts moving along his length, he turns to look at his paper, trying to look busy. his hands are gripping onto the table, knuckles turning white as he feels you touch him for the first time. it’s not the most ideal place, but he’s too pent up too care at this point.

your hand feels nice around him. it’s not like he hasn’t gotten a handjob before, but you’re the one touching him this time. 

he’s not sure if it’s because he can see how affected you’re getting by watching him or how good your hand feels wrapped around his cock, but he’s close to cumming. it hasn’t even been that long, he swears that he usually isn’t like this. he bites down hard on his tongue, one of his hands wanting to cover his mouth to stop any moans from coming out.

you noticed how quiet he’s being, and you can’t have that. you know he must be close to cumming, his length throbbing in your hold. you slow your movements, whispering so only he can hear, “mark, won’t you tell me how good it feels? wanna hear how good you feel.”

he shakes his head, cheeks turning pink as he tries to figure out what to do. all he can think about is how close he is, how warm you feel as you lean against him. when he doesn’t answer, you tighten your grip around him, thumb teasing his tip. his whole body shakes, ready to fill his sweatpants with cum.

“mark,” you whine out, “are you close to cumming? aren’t you gonna tell me that you’re close?”

his mouth stays shut, his hips bucking up. his tip is heavily leaking, eyes closed as he fucks into your hand. you can’t believe you get to see him like this, get to see him try and hold back how good you make him feel. it’s when he lets out a small whine of your name when you pull your hand away from him.

he immediately turns to look at you, grabbing your wrist, trying to put together a sentence that makes sense. you let out a small laugh, swatting away his hands that reach for yours. you pout, “you didn’t wanna tell me that i was making you feel good.”

he whisper-shouts at you, “that’s it? i-i could’ve cum… please. just let me- let me try one more time.”

“hm… you still have work to do, right? focus on your work, mark.” you press a kiss to his cheek, leaning back against your chair.

mark stares hard at you, cock still hard in his sweats as he tries to see if you’ll touch him again. in fact, you gesture for him to keep working, eyes watching as he huffs. he turns back to the worksheets, mind too hazy to do any work now. he taps his pencil onto the page, nothing seems to come to mind.

a few minutes pass, mark calming down when he looks at his notes. the problem starts to make sense, slowly writing down the steps to the problem. he tries not to think of you too much, realizing just how quiet you’re being. he knows you can’t stay still for long, waiting for any move you might make.

before he knows it, your hand slithers down into his sweats, fingers lightly moving across his cock. he’s half-hard, beginning to twitch as you make a fist around his length. before he can turn all his attention, you grab him by the shoulder, “keep doing your work, mark. finish your work and i’ll let you cum.”

he nods, but you don’t start moving. you look at him in the eyes, your hand tightening around him, “need to hear you tell me. wanna hear you make some noise.”

he gulps, his whole body feeling hot, “i’ll… i’ll try.”

you make a small noise in excitement, hand finally touching him again. you watch as he puts all his focus on the paper in front of him, not writing anything down. he’s blankly staring at it, licking his lips as his eyes threaten to close. you move your hand faster, tightening your fist when you reach his tip. he’s losing himself quickly, letting out small noises at the feeling.

you push into his side, “do your work, mark. don’t want anyone looking over here and finding that mark lee is currently getting jerked off in the library.”

he lets out a gasp, hands shakily picking up his pencil. he can’t control himself, hips moving on their own as he tries to stop himself from making too much noise. he can feel your expectant stare, just waiting for him to make a sound. it’s when you tighten your fist around his base, slowly sliding up to his tip that he lets out a quiet moan of your name.

you sit up a little further, now fully watching his face as he tries to hide from you. his face is scrunched up, his hips now fucking your hand. he doesn’t care anymore, not when you’re making him feel so good, not when he can feel his orgasm quickly building up.

“f-fuck, your hand feels good. just-” he lets out a small whimper, “keep going, baby.”

happy with his response, your hand moves faster. you can hear the slight squelch of it, his precum helping you glide against his cock. mark looks fucked out, face red as he keeps moving. he can’t help but pretend he’s fucking your pussy, can’t help but wonder if this is how it feels to have you wrapped around him. once finals are over, he will definitely be having sex with you.

you can’t help but let out a whimper yourself, enjoying watching mark fall apart way too much. you bite down on his earlobe, “wanna feel you cum all over my hand. wanna make you feel good, mark.”

he leans back, whining in your ear, “y-yeah, gonna cum all over you. wanna- wanna show you how good you’re doing.”

one of his hands makes it to your thigh, squeezing it for support. he’s losing control, low groans leaving his mouth as you jerk him off. his hips lift off the chair, choosing to full-on fuck your hand. he looks so good right now, and you think he might finally deserve what he wants. you let out a whisper, “cum for me, mark. wanna see you cum.”

mark doesn’t need to be told twice. his hips buck into your hand, his hand around your thigh tightening as he lets out a fuck, a low groan filling the air around you. he feels so gross as he lets go in his sweats, cum shooting out into your hold.

when you feel his cum spurt into his hand, you wrap an arm around him, letting him lean into your touch. he shoves his head into your shoulder, not caring about the loud whines he lets out as he cums in your hand. there’s a lot, his thighs beginning to shake as you help him ride out his orgasm. 

he pushes your hand away at the feeling of overstimulation, you laugh as you slide your hand out. your hand is covered in his cum, and you bring it up to your mouth. mark watches with heavy eyes as you suck your cum-stained fingers, watches how you practically moan out at the taste of his cum. he almost gets hard again, his cock begging for your attention. 

you laugh at him, quite loud in the quiet space of the library. someone shoots you an ugly look before sticking their nose back to their laptop. you and mark giggle together, hushed in the secluded corner you’ve been in.

“out of all the noises you were making, they decided to get mad at me for laughing?”

mark has to slap a hand around his mouth to stop anymore laughs, “i wasn’t even being that loud! you looked like you were enjoying it more than i was!”

you shove at his shoulder in embarrassment, “that’s what happens when you run away from me when we make out!”

“i’ll make sure it won’t happen again.” he goes to hold your clean hand, “now, can i, uh- can you teach me how to…”

he makes some weird gestures, and by the looks of it, he wants to try to eat you out. you smile at him, ��of course, mark.”

[trblsvt]

Hi, idk if you're taking requests (feel free to ignore me if you aren't) but I was thinking about something today

I'm working on a thesis paper for my degree, and I've really been struggling the past couple days. How do you think the members of svt would help when you are struggling to focus on an assignment?

Who would be keeping you stocked on snacks and making sure you stay hydrated? Who would be helping you find research to support your paper? Would someone suggest you take breaks when struggling? Is there anyone who would just try to stay out of the way to avoid being an additional distraction?

thank you for sending this in, this is actually so cute!

pairing | ot13 x fem!reader genre | fluff; college!au warnings | mentions of just studying a lot (if that's even a warning) summary | short scenarios of seventeen members taking care of their s/o when it's peak studying time min | lowercase intended. i actually think i can come up with ideas for all thirteen members

choi seungcheol

you were just so stubborn. "she couldn't possibly study the whole day away," seungcheol grumbled to himself, but he knew you indeed could. lucky for you, he wasn't going to let you do that. he would make you go out for a bit.

he frowned when he saw you hunched over one of your textbooks. "hey," he mumbled approaching you slowly. he stood behind you, hands on your shoulders, and he peered at your computer screen. some sort of coding language he wouldn't even try to engage with. "want to take a break?" he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"i can't," he practically heard the frown in your voice, not to mention the exhaustion.

"you can," he said, fingers tracing shapes on your arms. "come on, come lie down with me. just for a little bit. i promise you can go back to your work after you come here." you looked at your screen and back to where he stood behind you. you glanced at your screen one last time and got up. "fine, just for a little bit," you grumbled.

"that's my girl," he smiled, pulling you down onto the bed and wrapping you up into his arms. maybe it wasn't going outside or anything like that, but nothing beat having you in his arms. soon enough, you dozed off and your school work had to wait a bit longer.

yoon jeonghan

jeonghan was the distraction you didn't know you needed. "___, come take a look at my new lego set," he called from the living room. you sighed and rubbed your eyes. "i can't, han. i've got to finish this presentation today," you said. he frowned. you were working too hard for the past few hours. he looked at his completed lego set and determined it was small enough for him to pick and up and bring it to you. he shuffled his way to your bedroom where you were working and held out his construction. "look, it's so cute, right?" he smiled. you looked up, and you couldn't help but melt a little. he looked so proud of his little set. "yes, it is very cute, jeonghan. nice job," you smiled.

"well, i have another one i have to build, and i need you to help me," he grinned and grabbed your hand. when you went out into the living room, there were about three other sets ready to be constructed. "now, which one do you want to do?" he asked, squeezing your hand.

"i want to do the flower one," you pointed.

"i was thinking the same thing." maybe a lego break would do you some good.

hong joshua

he would always ask you if you wanted to go out and do something. constantly. every hour. "___, want to go out to the art festival today?" he asked. "they have a bunch of global artists there to show case their art. i'll buy you something you like it."

"josh, i would love to, but these slides aren't get studied by themselves.

"i saw some of the artists on instagram, and they have some really great jewelry. it would look so beautiful on you."

damn him. he knew you were a sucker for handmade jewelry. he came up behind you and draped himself over your shoulders. his cheek brushing yours, and you could feel the cool metal of his earrings against your head. "come on, just for an hour or two," he pleaded. "don't i get to treat my girl once and a while?" you couldn't disagree with that. "then come on, let me treat you. plus, you're already so smart, no need to read these slides again." you sighed, relaxing in his hold.

"there was this gorgeous necklace i saw, would look so good on you," he continued, and he would until he got to clasp that necklace around your neck.

wen junhui

"eat," he said, shoving a bowl of noodles under your face. you stared at him. "i just ate," you shrugged.

"lies. eat."

"you're calling me a liar, wen junhui?"

"yes."

the two of you exchanged stares until you picked up the bowl and ate a bite. he looked satisfied, but he still didn't leave. he actually pulled a chair next to you and crossed his arms, still watching you intently. "what are you doing?" you asked.

"i'm not leaving until you finish eating that entire bowl," he shrugged. you gaped at him. no way. he seriously wasn't going to sit there and watch you eat, was he? jun was like this about food. he always made sure you were eating, no matter what. you couldn't exactly say no when his cooking was so good either. but this, was crazy. "no," you shook your head.

"yes," he nodded. "now tell me about that classmate who has been bugging you."

kwon soonyoung

he was a touchy person. he knew that. you knew that. so when he couldn't be close to you, he got antsy. he got especially antsy when he could easily be with you, but also couldn't because you were preoccupied with something else. today was an instance of that. you were watching some lecture and taking notes. you were clearly busy and preoccupied, but all he wanted was to be close to you. "___," he whined from his place on the couch. "soonyoung," you responded.

"___." he didn't know what to say. he wanted to be close to you. he wanted you in his arms, but that wouldn't be practical with you taking notes. "come here, soonyoung," you called. you knew what was wrong. he was being all clingy again, so you had to indulge him even if you were busy.

he happily popped up off the couch and made his way over to the table. he took his seat next to you. "are you done?" he asked. you shook your head. oh, well then why did you want him over here if you weren't done? "give me your hand," you said, extending your unoccupied hand to him. he did without asking, and he felt better when your fingers clasped against his. "better?" you asked. he nodded. "good, now once i finish, you'll get all the attention you want," you promised.

jeon wonwoo

wonwoo didn't like to disturb you when you were studying. he knew how distracting it could be, so if you were studying he would just come over read a book until you were done. today was different though. he saw how in the past twenty minutes you hadn't even flipped the page. he stared, debating about whether he should ask you about it. your head was in your hands, obviously staring at the page in front of you. "___?" he called out quietly. "are you okay?" he heard you huff, but you didn't say anything. after a couple seconds he saw you shake your head. "aw, baby, come here," he cooed, bookmarking his book.

you sighed and grabbed the text book you were supposed to be reading. "i don't know, i'm reading the words, but nothing's processing and i have to read these pages by thursday," you complained. wonwoo took the book from your hands and let you curl up next to him. "would you like to sleep some? maybe that'll help you later," he suggested.

"i have to read these pages now, wonwoo," you sighed.

"here, i'll read the pages to you then. it'll be like a podcast." you told him the pages, and he pulled up a blanket to cover the both of you. he began reading out loud, and soon enough he noticed you had been lulled into sleep. (you would never admit it to his face, but his voice was just so calming, how could you not fall asleep listening to it?)

lee jihoon

"when's the last time you had water?" he frowned. you looked around your desk. you wanted to say you had something to drink recently, but that would be such a lie. you had no clue the last time you drank anything. time seemingly slipped away. "i don't know, recently. i must've left my glass out there last time i was out," you shrugged. he shook his head. you were just like him in this way. you would always nag him about his hydration and he would blow you off. you would question why he was looking out for you so much and he would do the same. "if that's true, then that means that was about three hours ago," he crossed his arms.

"keeping close tabs on me i see," you said scrolling through the pdf on your computer.

"get up, you're getting water. you need to stretch your legs too."

"are you ordering me around?"

"yes, it's for your own good. you're withering away like a dehydrated plant," he said simply squeezing your shoulder. he was right. the longer he talked about water, the parched feeling in your throat grew. fine. he was right. you needed to get some water.

lee seokmin

"just take a nap! it'll be good for you!" he nagged. you practically hissed at him. "see! this is what i'm saying. don't be so stubborn, come on," he begged.

"seokmin, i can't! i have an exam tomorrow!" you exclaimed. you desperately needed a break, but this exam was life or death for your grade. "come on, you're not going to learn anything new at this point! you'll do great!" he insisted. he was probably right, there wasn't much you could do at this point. you knew what you knew. you hated admitting he was right in these situations. somehow he had learned your study habits better than yourself. "what will you give me if i take a nap?" you shot back suddenly. his eyebrows scrunched up, confused. "give you?" he repeated. "i don't know, a kiss." you pouted. a kiss didn't sound half bad right now. "come on, just sleep a little. have some faith in yourself," he begged.

"get me ice cream and we can talk about this nap thing," you countered.

"anything! i'll do anything for you to rest! just please, rest."

kim mingyu

"this is really boring," mingyu complained.

"i agree," you groaned.

"then let's go do something!"

"mingyu, please, just sit down for a little bit longer." mingyu had this thing if he sat too long watching you do something, that excluded him, he would get antsy. he wanted to do everything with you, but because he had zero knowledge about your studies, it was hard to keep up. you could sense his movement behind you. you needed to find a way to distract him from distracting you, just for another hour or so. "gyu," you called.

"yes," he perked up.

"did you go through those pictures i picked up yesterday?"

"no..."

"how about you go through those, and i promise once you're done i will be done too. just sort through them. they're super cute, it'll totally take up a lot of time." he huffed. he knew what you were doing. you were distracting him. but he did want to see the photos. you insisted the two of you use a disposable camera for your recent vacation, and he agreed. he wanted to see how the aesthetic turned out. "you promise you'll be done?" he asked, getting up.

"yes."

"okay, i'll look through them." when he left, he realized you were right about a couple things. one, the pictures looked gorgeous. two, flipping through the photos took up a lot of his time, and soon enough you were done.

xu minghao

minghao didn't really want to disturb you, so he didn't. he knew you were capable, so he didn't feel the need to nag you so much about breaks or food. of course he would cut an extra serving of fruit for you and leave it at the edge of your desk.

today was no different. you were at your desk typing away and he stopped by and left a plate of fruit on a pile of books. "hao?" you called out before he could leave. he hummed, acknowledging you. "can i ask you a huge favor?" you hesitated. he knew you never asked him for much, so he wondered what this could be about? "could you possibly copy down the vocab for this set of notes?" you asked. when he didn't respond immediately, you got worried. it was a crazy request, why would you drag your amazing boyfriend down with organic chemistry vocabulary? "actually, don't mind me. that's a stupid thing for me to ask. don't worry about it, i'll get to it later," you rushed, waving your hand at him.

"are you saying if i copy down these terms, you'll be done faster and we can watch that movie we've been planning on watching?" he asked, smirking.

"yes, hypothetically."

"hand over the note cards, i've been dying to watch to watch that movie."

boo seungkwan

"you have enough food, right?" he asked, peaking his head through the door.

"yes," you responded.

he nodded and went back out to the living room.

"water? you're hydrated, right?" he asked, not even two minutes later.

"yes," you sighed. "seungkwan, babe, i'm fed and hydrated. i just need to focus on this for one second. i'm okay, i promise." he looked at you and looked at your half empty water glass. "okay, i'll just fill this up real quick! then i can sit in here!"

seungkwan was a bit of a worrier. he always had been. from the first date, he asked you about ten different times if you were cold within the first five minutes. he constantly made sure you were eating enough food and drinking enough water. "you know, i think you should get a snack. i know it hasn't been long since lunch, but all this thinking is burning up all your energy," he said, as he entered the room again with a full glass of water. you learned to accept seungkwan's caring actions, it was the way he said "i love you." and as much as you wanted your alone time to study, you could never say no to him. plus, at this point you think he's your lucky charm.

choi vernon

"this is what i found," vernon said, tossing some books and papers onto your bed. you turned around in your chair and stared at the hardcover books an a couple packets of notes on your bed. "what is this?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"this is analysis of journalism throughout the 1960s, right?" he asked.

"yes, i don't understand how that's relevant."

"well, these books are written biographies about promient figures of the 60s, these are research papers about media bias from 1900 to 2000, and these-" he rambled, shuffling through the papers.

only then you realized that vernon had taken it upon himself to find you extra material to include in your analysis. you got up from your place at your desk and wrapped your arms around vernon, who was still talking about the material he gathered for you. "woah, okay, hi," he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. you pushed him down on the bed and there you were, together. "what's this for?" he whispered. "did i get the wrong information?"

"no, you got it just right," you murmured. how could someone be as perfect as him?

lee chan

he was so proud of you. you were such a hard worker, but he couldn't physically bring himself to sit in the room and watch you type away on your computer for another minute. plus, he felt a bit awkward too, just sitting there watching your eyes dart across your screen. so usually when you studied, he left the house for a while or just stayed away from wherever you were studying.

if he went out he made sure to pick up some food to celebrate after you finished studying for the night. he remembered the first time he did it. "i got you food, so we can celebrate!" he exclaimed. you stared at him like he was crazy. "i haven't even finished studying yet," you had crossed your arms.

"yeah, i know! but progress is progress! you worked hard. we need to celebrate," he shrugged waving you over. the tradition continued.

he came home with two bags of takeout with all your favorite things. he started to unpack all the food onto the table when you shuffled out of your room. "mmm that smells amazing, thank you so much, chan," you hummed, kissing chan on the cheek.

"anything for my hard worker, let's eat," he smiled.

min | haha this so cute, thank you anon for sending this in :) of course feedback is appreciated! also not proofread at the moment! tagging: @a-wandering-stay

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Only Good Vibes ♡ Min Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Genre: smut, a futile attempt at comedy, strangers to friends to lovers au.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: If Yoongi was being honest, the last thing he had expected to inherit from his father was a sex toy manufactures, even more so, the last thing he expected from being there was to fall in love. Or let someone peg him, but you know, potato potatoe

Warnings/Tags: mentions of minor character death, Yoongi is bisexual, Yoongi’s father is homophobic, kinda sub!Yoongi, pegging, chaebol!Yoongi, family exclusion, YN is somewhere on the queer spectrum, YN has no filter whatsoever, they drink but they aren’t drunk does that make sense?, Yoongi and YN are soooo awkward istg it pains me, masturbation (female and male), mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, slight edging, fingering (male and female receiving), overstimulation (female and male), squirting, slight dirty talk, kinda voyeurism (do i even write something that’s not voyeurism by now?), Yoongi’s suit gets ruined, anal plugs (male), cock ring, electrode vibrator, use of lube.

A/N: Gotta say, this one took a lot to get done BUT SHE IS HERE. Huge thanks to @birbdae for the banner, I know you did it quite a while ago and since then this fic evolved into this so- yeah I hope that you guys enjoy this one.

Yoongi walks the pristine halls once he enters the building, it smells like a mix of freshly brewed coffee and sanitizer, his shoes somewhat squeaking on the floor with each step he takes, the starched collar of the white shirt he was practically obliged to dress in has started to itch his skin from not being used to the whole put together look. It had been a few weeks since his father died, nobody really seemed phased by it, being that the man had passed away after a long battle on a hospital bed. No one had cried during the funeral, not even his mother. Truth be told, they were all instructed not to do so, something along the lines of being the most deserving family in the country or some bullshit like that. Of course the man would be missed, not for his grandeur as a human being, but more for the millions he made day by day. And that’s where Yoongi comes in. Dressed up head to toe in a way that he hadn’t done ever since his father practically threw him into the streets. As much as he disliked it and had grown out of it, he couldn’t help but compromise, eyes on the grand prize: the family fortune.

So what if his siblings and a few cousins would get something out the old man’s will too, the Min’s fortune, both in money and enterprises, was huge; after his grandfather had passed away, and his father, being the youngest child, absorbed every single part of the fortune as his siblings weren’t fitted anymore to run their part, the newest Min generation had turned to resemble a bunch of vultures waiting to feed. So as long as he got his fair share for having to put up with the man for so long, he would be okay with it.

Everybody was already sitting on the large wooden table by the time he arrived, the commissioner signaling for him to take a seat before he began the lecture. An almost three hour long preface that had Yoongi dozing off multiple times, getting a side eye from most of the other people present, before the distribution began. Min Enterprises consultant branch for Daejun, Min Enterprises technology branch for Hada… and last but not least, Min Enterprises recreative branch for Yoongi.

“HA! TAKE THAT YOU HOMOPHOBIC FUCK! I KNEW I’D GET SOMETHING!” all eyes turned to him as he stood up from his seat, some shocked at the word choice, although it was no secret he had a rough relationship with his father, most of them just snickering at him, like they knew something he didn’t.

And man did they know.

“So he just had to keep being a homophobe even as he’s buried six feet under the ground and give me the dildo factory” Yoongi sighed as he frantically paced around the room

“Eh” his friend shrugged as he munched on a small bag of pretzels “The snacks are nice”

“What the fuck am I supposed to know about dildos! I don’t have a vagina!” Yoongi’s face was redder than ever, throwing a fit on his very first day at the office he inherited just a few days ago– not before going through a lot of papers and signatures and approvals– and learning that apparently amongst the whole business emporium his family had built, there was a sex toys manufacturer. And his father had decided to be his funny homophobic self even after death, by letting his bisexual son run it.

Namjoon had laughed for a good five minutes on the phone before he decided to come over and help his best friend out of what was surely about to be an existential crisis. Leaning against the couch that was placed on what would now be his office, he added distractedly “You don’t need to have a vagina to use a dildo tho”

“Well-true” he seemed to ponder it for a while, before shaking himself from the thought “either way I wouldn’t know a thing about it”

“Remember back in college summer 2013?”

Yoongi turned to his friend, stopping dead in his tracks and squinting his infamous cat-like squint at the younger, gritting his teeth “We DON’T talk about summer 2013”

Namjoon lets out a whole body laugh at both his friend and the memory, when you make your way into his office in order to deliver some of the papers you needed him to sign “What happened in summer 2013?”

“We don’t talk about that” you couldn’t help but smile at him, grumpily making his way to his desk, rubbing his temples as he let out an exasperated groan. Not everyone really knew a thing or two about the new boss, never been the one to be acquainted with his late father’s business, or family, for that matter and it really showed, the poor guy didn’t even know where to begin with before he was savagely thrown into an already clock-work organisation. People were starting to talk as soon as he set foot inside the building, gossips going around about how he wasn’t fitted for the position and how he was the outcast of the family, yet you thought he could use a friendly face if he ultimately decided to take the job. His friend was still absentmindedly laughing before his eyes caught something on his phone screen.

“Well this has being fun, I’m gonna head out” he started getting up from the couch before the elder interrupted his wave towards you

“What am I supposed to do Namjoon?!”

“Just- give me a call once you figure out if you get an employee’s discount, okay?”

“Wha-” Yoongi was quick to throw a pen that had been lying on top of his desk at his retrieving friend, the object falling to the ground as it hit the doorframe, completely missing the other man, whose laugh could still be heard as he walked away.

He slumped against his desk chair once again, eyeing the stack of documents you had brought in for a brief moment before groaning and hanging his head low. There were a lot of rumours going around, with the Min family being as successful as they were, and although you had decided not to trust them, you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache if what people said about Min Yoongi were true. A prodigal son fallen from his father’s grace, truly one –if not the most– prepared person out of the whole family, with a lot of curriculum to back him up, everyone rooting for him to be the head of the whole Min emporium, only to be casted away in a rush of headlines, front pages of magazines and online bashing as he was seen leaving a bar that was known to be one of the few LGBTQIA+ friendly ones around and it all went downhill from there, never to be seen around his own family again except for the big events and now, here.”I could help you figure out your way around if you’d like”

He didn’t even bother to turn your way when he answered “I don’t even know where to begin”

“That’s alright, come on” you tapped his arm in an attempt to have him follow you outside. Although the methods seemed quite unorthodox for an enterprise carrying the Min’s family name, Yoongi didn’t seem the type to take offence on a lack of traditional manners, plus, the whole workplace had always been quite different from the rest of the Enterprises. “My name’s Y/N, I’m the head director of a sister brand, so you’ll be seeing a lot of me around”

“So…” he turned to face you as you two made your way out of his office “dildos?”

“Kinda- we run the LGBTQIA+ focused brand” he almost missed a step as soon as the words were processed inside his mind and you couldn’t help but smile at him

“I never knew my father had an inclusive line in his business”

“Oh he didn’t” you couldn’t help but find it cute when he made a confused gesture with his face as you both stopped at one of the doors that led to the designing part of the building “You see, we tend to do things differently around here, and there’s a lot of space to work with”

The room is, admittedly, not at all what Yoongi had expected it to be –not like he had a precise image in mind about a dildo manufacturer. But the room he was brought in was almost surgical, men and women alike are all dressed up with white laboratory coats and all, one of them approaching both of you with a smile on his face.

“Y/N! What brings you here? It’s been a while since we’ve seen you!” Yoongi can’t help but steal a glance at your smile, the heavy air that he was accustomed to feel every time he came close to one of his family’s business nowhere to be found, the whole room was breathable enough.

“Work’s keeping me busy, anyway, this is Min Yoongi, he’s taking over” for a second Yoongi felt like suffocating, you having to introduce him as if he wasn’t quite literally your boss, as if he was a new employee “I’m showing him around, see how he finds the place”

“Oh the infamous Min Yoongi” and he could feel his heart race- even in such a place, only god knows how much of his family disaster the people could hear of, the flashbacks to being outcasted and laughed at for his downfall all coming back to him “It’s nice to have you man, I’m Hoseok”

You turned his way and smiled at him, in an attempt to let him know that it was fine. There really wasn’t much to fear inside the building– except for when they had to deal with executive meetings– things were different around here. Yoongi’s gaze seemed to fixate on one of the computers where another man in a white coat was sitting, albeit still quite awkward, he approached him “Is there a program for that?”

The guy, one of your best designers ever since he joined an internship a few years back, Jungkook, turned to look at Yoongi with wide eyes and sort of shy at the stranger “Oh yeah” when Yoongi didn’t seem to break out of his fascination on watching a 3D modelling program run with a sculptured cock being designed on it he added with a small chuckle “Drawing penises by hand only gets you so far”

He watches you chat away with both men and can’t help but feel at peace, as weird as the thought of it could be. Min Yoongi, with a MBA and a Business Administration Doctorate, feels at peace in a dildo factory. But the teamwork seems like something he had never seen before, the line of production is almost text-book like. He can’t help but wonder, even if headless, things seem to run smoothly, where exactly does he fit in? “So what exactly am I supposed to do in a dildo factory?”

You laugh at his choice of words, before Hoseok steps in somewhat offended by them “We don’t just make dildos” and although it didn’t help his case, he throws one squiggly silicone penis his way, to which he has no other option but catch “We are in charge of designing, planning and manufacturing recreational tools in aid for people’s mental health, self indulgence and lifestyle” he then loses his whole offended facade as he takes a small ring between his fingers and shrugs before smiling brightly “At least that what we tell the big boss”

The younger man in a white coat speaks up from his place in front of the computer “Except he’s now the big boss”

Hoseok’s eyes grow as wide as saucers as he realises “Oh god did I fucked up?” You can’t stop yourself from smiling at his antiques, hand coming up to shut his mouth as he realises his slip in vocabulary “Oh shit” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him before returning to his work and Yoongi can’t help but feel endeared as the whole scene develops “Sorry boss”

Gratefully, you step to his side, waving a goodbye to both of them, Hoseok returning it with a smile and a bow towards him, and he realises his question still hasn’t been answered “So really, where am I supposed to fit in?”

You seem to ponder the question before responding “You could take over the white collar meetings, we all hate them” Yoongi groans at that “or” you take the silicone penis from him with a mischievous smile on your face as you shake it around on his face “you could be Jungkook’s test subject”

“I-no. Despite what you heard from Namjoon I don’t- I” your body almost doubled over in laughter at the face he pulled, an honest horror face and hey, the man is quite attractive, that much could be seen from miles away, and it had been a few too many months since the last time you got laid, technically he wasn’t even your boss, as you held the same position for a different product line.

“Eh- you could always try them on me” Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise before they took on something darker in them, almost amused at your advances “...if you let me try my products on you”

“Deal”

“Hyung what the fuck”

Yoongi started playing with a stress ball you had given him the day before after all introductions and tours were said and done, and now of course, after texting in the groupchat at night, both Namjoon and Seokjin wanted to hear all about what Jin named– very proudly– the deal-do “What could be worse than dildos?”

“Strap ons?”

Seokjin placed a hand on Yoongi’s back and sighed, already knowing the answer yet forcing himself to ask “Did you even read the papers you signed? The product lines of your company?”

“Oh”

“So you’re not going to keep the whole Min Yoongi doesn’t bottom facade any more?” Namjoon asked, knowing that although it was quite fun to watch the whole scenario unfold, his friend was the one going through it all

“I don’t bottom, that’s a fact”

“Hello boys, having fun on company time?” you crossed the door to his office the way you did the day before, dropping on top of his desk a stack of documents, only now noticing a new face on the couch, turning to greet him as he does the same before standing up, signalling Yoongi’s other friend, Namjoon to do the same.

“Well Yoongi-ah, this has been nice and all but it looks like you’ve got work to do” although he was trying to keep a straight face, the snickering of both men could be heard as they left the room. Yoongi really has to tell them that the walls are paper thin.

“So…”

“So…”

“Was the whole deal thing a thing? or should I just pretend it never happened and get stuck on reviewing whatever papers I’m supposed to review?” A short laugh escaped your lips as you looked at him, still kinda awkward about the whole ordeal.

“Oh it is a thing” you grabbed one of the folders on top of the stack, pressing the paper against him “We like to be very particular on our quality”

His eyes travelled along his feet for a few seconds, no word spoken about it.

“Yoongi, you do know you can say no right?” it was something you should have addressed way earlier, knowing beforehand that the work ethics around branched out into almost non existent territory, and the man was fresh out of a big family outcasting, getting thrown back in it to take over the least coordinated side of the enterprise “Look, I won’t lie, there’s a lot of talk going around, but you seem like a nice man, and I find you very attractive, you came in here as the boss and I was trying to get you entertained with the whole dildo factory idea, I know it must have been tough being designated here, especially since we tend to be...a little too much to handle, so just know that you can opt out of this one, I can just get Jungkook and his girlfriend to try these ones out, as they always have”

“That’s- that’s a lot to process”

“Then take your time and let me know okay? just thought you could have a nice laugh at the whole situation”

It took Yoongi three days and a half to get back to you on the offer, three days and a half in which, although he wouldn’t admit to it, you had wormed your way into his heart, having you deliver documents each morning, bantering along with his friends before you had to go back to whatever it is that you did around the company. You had also started to smile more at Yoongi’s antiques as he slowly but surely made himself more comfortable around the company, handling small white collar tasks and getting less squeamish at every prototype Jungkook or Hoseok handed him without previous notice.

“You really invited me to dinner beforehand” Along with the responsibilities of being a head of management, came work trips, which were initially a you thing until Yoongi came along and now had to take responsibility as well, so naturally you had suggested to him–after a lot of rain checks on your deal– that this work trip would be perfect for you two to give the new toys a try.

“I’m a true gentleman, Y/N I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Min Yoongi you’re about to absolutely ravage me after this”

“Y/N” his cheeks coloured a pretty pink as he tried to stifle a giggle by taking a sip out of his wine.

Even though it was hard to tell from first glance just what type of lifestyle Yoongi was accustomed to, it certainly became very visible as he navigated effortlessly through the menu with all the french names on it, swiftly ordering for both of you and being delighted at your reactions when the hors d'oeuvre came out, a soft smile on his face the whole time. Whether it was the soft buzz of two cups of red wine over dinner or having the chance of relaxing after a particularly busy week, it made you start gravitating towards Yoongi more than usual. It really was no secret that you found him attractive–you had even told the man yourself. And although you two had somewhat friendzoned each other, the awkward glances, blushing smiles and lingering touches certainly held more than what any of you two could express after barely a month of knowing each other.

Getting Yoongi to your hotel room was the easiest part, a faint blush on the apples of his cheeks as he gazed longingly at your held hands while you dragged him along after leaving the elevator. The kiss was unexpected but certainly welcomed, the way that Yoongi– the man that you had come to know for always being adamant on trying new things– looked so out of his element yet was willing to give it a try instead of running away like many times you had seen him do at work. The kiss was brief, a bit shy and probably out of all the built up tension in the room, your heart swelling at the gesture before you leaned in and captured his lips once more.

“Well this is certainly the first time someone has dined me, wined me and courted me before fucking me into next week”

A laugh escapes his lips, nothing like before, his eyes turning something dark within them as he lowers his voice and his fingers play with the strap on your shoulder, letting it fall down before his lips latch on the base of your jaw “Well what type of assholes have you let fuck you into next week”

A breathy moan escapes your lips as his mouth travels down your jaw to your clavicule, pressing you against him where you could feel his cock hardening, your hand coming down to trace the clothed length as he sharply breathes in “You know, maybe if you end up being good with the toys I’ll let you fuck me with this instead”

He groans loudly, head hitting the wall as you grip him inside his pants “Just fucking give me the dildos already so we can get on with it”

You both move to the bed, losing your dress in the way and positioning yourself nicely as you take out the box engraved with the company’s name on it before he trails behind you, feeling his cock twitch at the image he was greeted by, legs spread open, head against the pillows as your right hand leisurely strokes your already wet folds for him to see.

Yoongi tries his best to take deep breaths as he takes a look into the box, not recognising most of its contents “You really gotta walk me through these”

He can hear you laugh the way you always did when you noticed him being awkward in the slightest at work “Look, I’ll get the part going okay?” your hand stopped stroking your folds, fingers coming up to your mouth, licking them clean before going to grab a small bullet vibrator from the box– a classic you had become well acquainted with during your time working at the company.

The small object comes to life with a practiced twist on its body, buzzing against the air a few seconds before tracing the tip all over your folds before settling it on your clit, a gasped moan escaping your lips as you blindly fetch the glass dildo inside the box, cold surface sending a thrill down your spine as you slowly begin to insert it messily from being focused on not loosening your grip on the small vibrator. Warm hands remove your own from the clear object as you feel warm breath against your exposed skin, the tip of Yoongi’s tongue circling around your right nipple, capturing it between his teeth as he brings the tip of the glass penis inside and out of your cunt playfully a few times before deciding to bottom it out, earning a moan from you. Pumping the dildo a few times, his weight is suddenly shifted from the bed, movements halting and you prop yourself onto your elbows just to throw your head back in pleasure as you feel Yoongi’s mouth on your cunt, tongue lapping up your juices before he inserted the dildo once again, lewd sounds taking over the small room as he continues to fuck you and eat you out at the same time, you feel your thighs start shaking when he stops his movements, smirking at your surprised face, gaze fixated on you as he takes out both a set of ben wa balls and a rabbit vibrator, prompting yourself to explain both of the toys when he cuts your off “Oh I do recognise these two from the lab”

He quickly turns the rabbit vibrator on, wasting no time in fucking you with it as deep as its second vibrating tip allowed him to, the design effectively sending a wave of pleasure against your already worked up clit. Yoongi positions himself comfortably on your side, still fully clothed, hand at a slightly awkward angle so that he can reach down all while having open access to nibble at your skin, having you gasping and moaning under him

“Y-Yoongi I-!’m-” he throws a wink your way as you clench around nothing, impending orgasm long gone “You fucker”

He’s about to pick up the ben wa balls placed carelessly on the bed when he discards them in favour of a small silicone gadget that catches his eye “You were very much eager to try all of these tho” turning to you, all red faced and fucked out “What is this?”

You have half a mind to answer him “It’s a finger vibrator you just place it on your fingers like a glove”

There’s a brief glint in his eyes before he lowers himself again on the floor, easily manhandling you so that he had full access to your already dripping cunt, leveled to his face, cleaning you up with his hot tongue before he experimentally inserts his fingers inside you, vibrations making you instinctevely try and close your legs, to which he only chuckles and playfully bites the inside of your thigh. He quickly starts scissoring his fingers, gentle nibbles to your clit scattered between pumps, working you towards your previously cut short orgasm at a fast speed, walls clenching around his fingers as he separates himself from your core in favour of replacing his tongue for a mechanical sucking motion that you don’t even need to look down to know that he had reached for yet another toy inside the box “Yoongi- oh God- Yoongi p-please I’m-”

You moan loudly, pretty sure that if the rooms in your vicinity were occupied, they were most likely already filing a noise complaint, as you feel your whole body spasming by the force of your orgasm, feeling wetness around yourself, out of the corner of your eye you can see Yoongi smirking at you, the upper part of his sleeves wet from working you until you squirted on him. You can’t even begin to process the situation or really come down from your high as you feel Yoongi’s fingers carefully inserting what could only be the last toy. Your cunt seems to gape before clenching yet again as he works each of the rounded toys inside you, a mix of feeling too much yet not enough, dabbing between pleasure and feeling uncomfortable from the overstimulation taking over you for as long as Yoongi took his time inserting them all “God I can’t wait to see if you’d take my cock as well as you take these balls Y/N”

You’re about to respond with something snarky when he starts to slowly pull at the string of the toy, the ben wa balls coming out one by one, stretching you deliciously, a moan escaping your lips before Yoongi proceeds to start the ritual all over again. A sensation in your lower tummy aching for your climax buildup again and you could already tell it was going to be a long night.

Falling back into a comfortable, bantering routine was easy enough, if anything, that fated sleepless night followed by small giggles from Yoongi everytime you shifted uncomfortably on your seat at the meeting the next day, served the purpose of shifting your relationship towards a more relaxed sexual tension between the two, instead of the awkward one from before, lewd jokes thrown around as well as shameless flirting around the office when you thought no one was watching.

“Look what Jungkook just came up with” you said as you barged into his office a Monday morning, Yoongi almost choked on his coffee as you threw the artifact his way

“And I seriously hope this is a you thing”

You rolled your eyes at him, a smile stretching on your face as the sweet idea of revenge took over your thoughts “It’s an us thing”

His eyes seemed to want to escape their sockets at that “You gotta take me for dinner before you even plan on using that on me”

“Tell you what, I’ll feed you afterwards”

“Deal”

The office usually went quiet and lonely at around a quarter to seven, people from all sectors filtering out after a day’s worth of work, with you being the only human left on the building afterwards, that is, until Yoongi started working there, the man tended to stay for even longer than you did, the lights inside his office filtering to the otherwise dark place. You knock three times on the wooden door before entering Yoongi’s office, finding him hunched over his desk, some document open on his desk as he stares intently at it. You make your way towards him, hands kneading his shoulders to relieve tension, a pleasured groan escaping his lips as your lips bite teasingly his earlobe.

“The ever so romantic Y/N about to fuck me in my own office”

Your hands travel down to the expanse of his chest until they reach his belt, where you struggle a bit to get it undone. “I really just couldn’t wait any longer, could you blame me?”

Yoongi is quick to capture your mouth with his in a heated yet chaste kiss. He rolls his chair out of its original position to allow you to place yourself in between his legs, hips coming up just a few inches to allow you to bring his suit pants down to his ankles, half hard cock twitching in the cool air, your hand wrapping around it and pumping it a few times, to which Yoongi groans loudly, head thrown back as you lick a strip all the way from the base to the tip.

“Oh god Y/N” he can almost feel himself twitch in pleasure as he gazes down just in time to watch you slip him insid eyour mouth, lips wrapped prettily around him as you bob your head a few times before taking him out and giving his tip a few kitten licks “Oh-Oh I swear to fucking god you’ll be the death of me”

You take more of his length in your mouth, ravishing in the way that Yoongi responds, hand coming down to rest on your head, guiding you, yet not forcefully enough as you take a small set of rings from your bag laying around as soon as you feel him tense. You expertly maneuver the toy so that it is wrapped around his cock, him looking down and shivering at the cold metal touching him, constricting his cock to stand proudly as you move to straddle him, moving around a little so that his exposed cock grazes your clothed core under your skirt “I think you should stand up for me”

Yoongi does as he is told, not a word coming out of his mouth as he braces himself against his desk, one of your hands works on his cock as the other one comes down to his asshole, surprised enough to come across a bejewelled toy nestled inside it. You experimentally tug at it, Yoongi hanging his head low with a moan before you tease him a little with it, repeating the motion “So you prepped yourself for me”

He inhales sharply at your ongoing movements, biting down on his lips to keep a much louder noise from coming out “Shut up”

“No I think it's hot" you finally take the plug out, taking a few too many seconds to place the strap on you had thrown his way earlier on before moving to squirt some lube on it as well as on Yoongi’s hole before you tease it with the tip of the dildo, a broken moan coming from Yoongi’s mouth at the feeling, although it had been years– and he really wasn’t about to admit he was looking forward to having you fuck him ever since that sleepless night at your hotel room.

Your hips meet his in a faint and comfortable rhythm, Yoongi clutches his fists tighter every time you graze his prostate, cock leaking in front of him as he feels his orgasm building at a rapid pace before you completely remove yourself from him, bending down to put his pants in place, hand fumbling with the zipper so as to have his still ringed up cock standing still through the pants, forcing him onto his chair as you smile wickedly at him, a small set of electrodes being placed along his length, thin cables leading up to a small device you held in between your fingers.

He gasps as soon as he feels the electrodes vibrating against his cock, his faded climax coming back tenfold, something between a groan and a moan coming out from the back of his throat as you refrain yourself to just continue to watch him curiously “Look at you, such a pretty baby”

Yoongi’s moans keep getting louder by the second as you increase the level on the toy, and you certainly have to thank the universe for the whole office building being completely empty as you clearly see his cock twitch a few times before he cums all over his pants, Yoongi’s breath is ragged as his cock is unable to go soft, discomfort blending into pleasure once again as you keep the toy on for good measure, until you see his eyes watering, to which you hastily make your way to him, as he almost dissolves against the chair.

“It’s- it’s fine, I’ll clean myself” his voice is raspy and kind of quiet as you make sure to clean him the best that you could after removing the toys and running to his private bathroom for some towels.

“Yoongi, I’m not about to leave you after splitting your ass open and overstimulating you into oblivion, you’re not even sitting properly”

He makes a go at inhaling sharply before coming to fix himself on the chair “No it’s okay, I’ve had worse”

“Yoongi” you chastise, fixing him a glare

“Summer 2013”

You chuckle at that–the very much recurring inside joke of his. “What even happened in summer 2013?” He barely opens his eyes just to send an irritated glare your way “Yeah Yeah, we don’t talk about summer 2013”

Carefully selected dates under the pretense of trying out whatever new gadget Jungkook and Hoseok came up with during the month soon turned into weekly meetups, meetups turned into staying the night that soon enough turned things as official as they could be– if Human Resources were the ones asking, Yoongi and you were just really great friends, end of the story. Out of all the ways that Yoongi had initially thought this scenario could play out, it certainly wasn’t this one.

“I’ll see you at home once the meeting is over then?” you say after placing a kiss on Yoongi’s adorable pouty lips, gathering your documents and thoughts for the meeting you were supposed to already be at. He nods right as your knees buckle, feeling the small device inside you pick up in speed, turning to the culprit only to find him smirking at you “Yoongi”

“Love you!” the little shit is quick to pretend like he hadn’t done a thing, eyes quickly fixated on whatever that was showing up on his screen as he watched you leave his office. Guess you’ll just have to get revenge on that one.

[vegalocity]

Secret kisses and Touching 2, 14, 22, 23, and 44. Secret Silktea relationship, except both spider fam and Monkey fam actually know! Half of them don’t care enough to say anything (Pigsy,Tang,Spider Queen,Wukong,Syntax) while the other half wants them to reveal it when they’re ready (Min Yi,MK,Mei,Goliath,Sis) - Pixel Anon

Affection meme

49. secret kisses

2. running fingers through hair

14.putting an arm around the other’s waist

22.falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

23. carrying the other one in their arms

44.sitting on the other’s lap

this took me forever to put together because for some ungodly reason i couldn't figure out the scenario

so i decided on a little vignette compilation of sorts

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They knew what they were doing.

Of course they knew what they were doing. It was in either of their best interests to keep this a secret. Just because the clan had stopped their crusade to take over the city and their queen had dialed down the ‘revenge’ ideas, didn’t mean there wasn’t still bad blood between his clan and Sandy’s family.

And it wasn’t too difficult, it just meant that when they were all working together for some greater threat or whatever that they’d have to be sneaky. It was easy stealth was one of Huntsman’s greatest Attributes and suspecting Blue of anything was like suspecting a small dog of knocking over a bulldozer.

It wasn’t too hard to simply keep their hands to themselves. Or at least, it wasn’t hard for Sandy, Huntsman was quickly finding his self control lacking in regard to being in such a situation with his… well, with him. But could anyone blame him? Blue was more or less the hottest guy he’d ever ran into before and he was kinda-sorta DATING him! How could he not want to climb that like a tree at all times?

Especially when he was always being so stupidly fucking charming. Sure the ‘needlessly nice’ stuff wasn’t something he particularly appreciated, but it was starting to grow on him, if only on the amount of restraint he must have to keep it up all the time.

Soooo yeah maybe he was purposefully pushing their luck a little, but in his defense he wanted to see how much desire based frustration it would take before ol’ Blue would just pin him against a wall and make him regret wondering.

--

Syntax had shooed him away from being a nuisance at his worktable, so naturally, Huntsman had to go be a nuisance at someone else’s worktable. Thankfully Sandy was far more agreeable to the company, and thankfully the bid of ‘Bugging Syntax first’ kept his alibi solid. He wasn’t just going over to see Blue he just wanted to be a louse and his normal target had already locked him out of his room. And so nobody really suspected anything when he started to peer over Sandy’s side to watch him tighten this or that thing on this or that device.

And it was pretty damn fun to see just how much of a ‘nuisance’ he could be. This particular bout resulting ih Huntsman being pressed against the car engine Blue had been working on, feeling the orange hair slide between his claws and messing up the stylized mohawk and shuddering when he felt those huge hands almost entirely encompass either of his thighs while keeping him aloft. He hissed through his teeth as he felt Blue give one of his legs a testing squeeze and rolled his hips forward a bit-

“Fish Demon? I need to get another set of eyes on these schematics or I'll actually go insane.” By the time Syntax looked up from his clipboard Sandy was working on the engine again and Huntsman was leaning against his work area and had barely had the opening to whip out one of his knives and his portable sharpener.

Though Sandy’s hair was unable to be fixed and fell to a side as he smiled at Syntax and took the offered blueprints from him.

--

He wasn’t a big fan of those domestic snatches of time, he wasn’t.

It was mostly an instinctual response, Spiders were pack bonders, so of course when his internal senses started categorizing Sandy as ‘pack’ then he’d relax without intending to while being pulled in with a hand on his waist.

Which was definitely the reason why he was curled up to Sandy’s side, the cool slick feeling of his scales strange against his more leather-like skin. That stupid instinct was the only real reason why he felt so comfortable and like he could practically fall asleep like this.

He felt Blue’s hand gently start running up and down his side and dammit that wasn’t playing fair, it wasn’t his fault that he had been having sleeping problems lately and was rapidly getting drowsy.

He could feel Blue’s hum as the world started to drift away-

“Hey Sandy what do you think- Uhhhh”

“Oh, hello Xiaotian.”

“You know you’ve got a spider on you, right?”

“Oh yeah, Looked like he was having some paranoia problems, took a bit of wheedling to get out but Huntsman here was up for like four days straight ‘till now!”

“Did… Did you slip him your sleepy tea?”

“Of course not! That would be super unethical! Also I'm pretty sure he’s still semi conscious and passively listening without any critical thought right now since he only just dozed off and would probably wake up angry if he overheard anything like that!”

“....right… so anyway-”

--

The brat knew.

Dammit he knew the brat knew. She definitely fucking knew.

He should have known better than to try anything with that Professional Snoop underfoot. But He’d had plans with Blue before having to get stuck with the brat tonight because the Queen needed Syntax’s expertise and the Sister was on shift at work and Goliath already had plans doing who knows what, and he was stuck with Minyi since he ‘didn’t have any plans’

He’d dragged his feet on the idea of cancelling with Blue, but he’d fucking done it so nobody could say he didn’t contribute to the upkeep of their clan’s youngest. It was just his luck that Sandy had been fine with coming over instead, and the brat had overheard some of the conversation and got excited about ‘Mr Sandy’ coming over to visit. The brat had insisted on stringing some of her fake flowers into his hair before he arrived, after dubbing him ‘suitably pretty’ (her words) she’d done up her own hair as similarly as she could because he certainly wasn’t helping her with her weird pre-’company is coming’ rituals.

And… Blue was a hit with the brat. He had an infinite amount of patience for the inane childish babbling, stooped low so she could string the remaining fake flowers in her possession (why did she have so many fake flowers?) into his beard, and offered to fix dinner for the lot of them (which was for the best since the brat was such a picky eater she could barely stomach some of his specialties)

And… he was not jealous of a six year old for how she was able to crawl into Blue’s lap while the lot of them watched some inane mystery show for the character drama alone since the brat called and explained the mystery within the first three minutes.

Blue was a bit awkward on the sofa, it made sense, Goliath would normally sit on the floor for how the height and width of the couch was not designed with bigger demons in mind, and Blue was considerably bigger than Goliath. So while the brat was cozy as could be in the place of honor, Huntsman was stuck perched on the arm of the couch as to not be crushed into it trying to squeeze in beside Blue.

Not that that would be a wholly unpleasant experience, but the presence of the brat made it go from tempting to awkward. Nonetheless, part of Sandy trying to get comfortable had included one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, and while it seemed the brat wasn’t paying attention, it slid down to wrap around his shoulders.

When the time came Minyi didn’t need to be told it was bed time for her, she loudly announced it herself, changed into her pajamas, and after saying goodnight to the both of them went on with a

“I am going to sleep now! And I will not be out of my room until morning so if anything were to be happening I certainly won’t know it, because I will be asleep.”

She smiled widely at Huntsman and closed her door.

Nosey little brat.

--

Tang huffed a quiet laugh as Sandy gingerly began to lift Huntsman into the air, his broken leg not quite able to be splinted just yet, let alone looked at properly. It seemed the lot of them had suffered some pretty nasty injuries from this last threat (and no doubt it would have been worse if their team and the Spider Clan hadn’t joined forces) including Tang himself despite being on the sidelines for most of it, he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated, and the cut on his forehead was still sluggishly bleeding all over the right side of his face, but compared to some of the others he was basically fine.

So once He was able to pop his arm back into place (Ouch) he took to handling cleanup with the only other ‘perfectly normal person’ here, a woman maybe a few years his junior, he’d seen her every so often with the Spider Clan (or rather, with Syntax) but he didn’t know her name.

“Do you think they actually think they’re being subtle?” Her words caught his attention and he turned to glance at the woman. She was in the middle of splinting Xiaojiao’s broken wrist and at Tang’s questioning glance, she nodded at Sandy and Huntsman. Oh!

“I’m sure Sandy thinks he’s the pinnacle of subtlety” Tang responded. He was pretty sure the ‘thing’ that had developed between their friend and the most brutal of the Spider Clan was the worst kept secret on the team since Red Son had started hanging out with Xiaotian and Xiaojiao on the weekends.

“They are so cute when you just walk in on them.” Xiaojiao said around a snicker. “Like how they jump apart like when you flip a magnet over to the matching side.”

“Does your team have a betting pool? My brother organized one for the clan, and if they do anything damning within the next month i win the pot.”

“No! Ohh man we should get one started up! Hey Pigsy! You wanna make a betting Pool for Sandy and Huntsman’s secret romance?”

“Why the hell would i want to do that?”

“Finally have dirt on Sandy after decades of him never being embarrassed about anything ever?” Tang offered with a shrug.

Pigsy thought for a moment and shrugged back before going back to fussing over Xiaotian. “Sure. Who’s bettin’ what?”

--

send me stuff!

[kodzukenscorner]

can i get a headcannon of kenma, kunimi, bokuto and kageyama when the power is out and what you guys do together? (can be nsfw but im ok with whatever you are comfy with)

Kenma, Kunimi, Bokuto, and Kageyama during a blackout (SFW & NSFW)

a/n: anon baby I threw in some nsfw just for you 😘 under the cut cause oof this got long

wc: 1,663

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Kenma

Big surprise, you’re at his place watching him play a game

His screen suddenly turns off along with all the lights in the house

He sighs but doesn’t really care, he was playing on his switch anyway

He just grabs it and starts playing handheld and you are big sad

Now you can’t even watch him play unless you watch him over his shoulder like a creep

So you head over to his chair where he’s sitting and crawl into his lap

He lets you straddle him while he stays focused on his game

You’re a little upset at how he can stay focused on games even when the power is out so you start to move around a bit in his lap, trying to grab his attention

He just holds you closer in response so you decide to be a little more daring and grind your crotch against his

You can feel him tense up a bit but other than that, you don’t get much of a reaction

You do it again only this time much more obvious and harsh and you can hear him take in a sharp breath

You chuckle a little and keep grinding on him, whining his name, asking him to put his game down

He bluntly whispers in your ear that if you want him to fuck you, you’re gonna have to do the work yourself

Kenma is hardly ever that straightforward so that sentence alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered

You waste no time at all getting both of your pants off with no help from Kenma who is still diligently playing his game

He does sneak a peak when you undress and smirks at how horny you are

You climb back onto his lap and set yourself down on his cock

You’re mewling at how good it feels just to be his cockwarmer

You slowly start moving yourself on his dick, moaning at every little move you make

You start moaning his name to get his attention, taking off your shirt once he glances at you

It gets harder for you to keep going and all you want is for him to just fuck you

Once you feel like you’re about to cum, you watch Kenma put down his switch

Apparently his switch “died” heh sure kenma

But you’re not complaining because he’s finally fucking you the way you were begging him to

Kunimi

You guys are just doing some studying in his room, he’s at his desk and you're on his bed, silently working

He was on the bed with you but he started dozing off so you made him sit at his desk so he would focus

The rain outside gets stronger and then the power just fizzles out

He groans and tells you he’s gonna go to check the power box

You try to insist on coming with him and he tells you to stay put, you pout but agree to wait

He gives you a hug before he walks out and tells you he doesn’t want you to get hurt walking around in the dark

ha simp

He comes back a few minutes later with some flashlights and cleans up his desk

You both know you’re not gonna be getting anymore studying done so he leaves a flashlight on his nightstand and joins you on the bed

He says you might as go to sleep early since the power is out and pulls you down onto the pillow with him

You are not feeling tired...at all.

It’s like 8pm and this boy is really soundly sleeping??

After laying wide awake for 30 mins you start messing with him hehe

You start kissing any open expanse of skin you can see: his neck, cheeks, nose, etc

it’s free real estate 

He wakes up annoyed at you for interrupting his beauty sleep

He glares at you while you smile sweetly up at him like you did absolutely nothing wrong

He realizes you probably aren’t tired and decides to tease you right back

He rolls over so he’s on top of you and starts kissing you agonizingly slow

After a couple minutes of a surprisingly heated makeup session, you’re practically begging him to touch you

He’s having the time of his life watching you squirm under him

He is going to give you what you want but you can bet he’s going to take his sweet time undressing you

He just likes hearing how you desperately call out his name every time his hands get close to your waistband

When he finally gets down to it and slips into you, you are a whining mess

Honestly, you could cum right then and there but manage to hold on a little longer

Kunimi moves slow but his thrusts are harsh and he doesn’t seem to be losing his composure anytime soon

Meanwhile, you’re coming down from you first orgasm and you know that you are nowhere near done for the night

Bokuto

This big baby is watching a movie with you, but it’s hard to watch a movie with Bokuto because he’s constantly laughing and talking over it

Not that you’re complaining, you love to spend time with him on rainy days like this

He even insisted on building a pillow fort with you

So there you are watching your movie, in your makeshift fort, cuddled up in his beefy arms

You’re watching the movie on his laptop and you turned off the lights to set the mood so neither of you actually notices when the power goes out until after the movie

Once you two finally crawl out of your cave you’re both shocked to see the power for the whole neighborhood is out

Bokuto says this is the perfect opportunity for you to cuddle up in the pillow fort...even though you spent two hours doing just that

But hey! Who are you to complain?

How often do you get his undivided attention like this with no practice or other distractions around?

You two grab a bunch of snacks from the kitchen and crawl back into your fort, munching on different chips and cookies

You’re smiling at him like the lovestruck fool you are while he insists on telling a scary story

He brought a flashlight out and used it to light up his face from below, spinning some ridiculous tale about a haunted house

You keep giggling at how cute he is and he starts to complain about how you’re not scared at all

You laugh even more and he starts pouting, saying you need to be scared so he can protect you!

You pull him back down with you and hug him saying how scared of the dark you were just to please him

He holds you tight while basically yelling that he’ll keep you safe and nothing will hurt you

You look up at him and pull him down for a series of quick pecks on his lips

His smile grows bigger after each kiss until he pulls you into a long passionate one

Somehow this guys kisses always leave you breathless, no matter how many times you’ve done it before

When he pulls away, you’re quick to pull him back for another, needier kiss

He can feel how much you want him and nibbles at your lower lip to tease you

When you whimper he knows exactly what you want

He pulls away the tiniest bit so he can look you in the eye while he strokes your cheek

The unusually serious look in his eyes and the way his hand is planted firmly on your ass lets you know you won’t be able to move around much tomorrow

Oh well, at least your strong boyfriend will happily carry you around all-day

Kageyama

Y’all are chilling at his place, you were just outside tossing a ball for him to set

You guys came back inside for the night to rest up and suddenly the lights go out

You’re both confused because it’s not raining? 

You suggest you guys should go check out the fusebox and Kageyama insists that you come with him down to the basement

Down in the basement, you both realize the fusebox is blown and there is no way the power is coming back on tonight

You don’t think much of it and head back upstairs together and start looking for candles to light

Kageyama is...following you like a puppy

He still has the same calm expression on his face but he’s clinging to you more than he usually does

After lighting some candles and setting them down in the living room you settle onto the couch with him and he sits right next to you

Then it hits you...

He’s scared of the dark

That is not at all what you were expecting but you think it’s cute either way how he’s stuck to your side but won’t admit it

So instead of teasing him about it, you just curl into his side even more 

You can feel him physically relax under your touch and wrap his arms around you as he rests his face into the crook of your neck

He leaves little butterfly kisses across your neck as a way of thanking you for staying with him

Things get a bit heated when his kisses become more intense and travel down to your collarbones

It’s hard for him to keep his cool when you keep letting out little whimpers and moans

His hands find their way up your shirt and down your pants simultaneously 

He loves to hear how flustered he can make you with just his fingers

And boy.... does he know how to use those fingers 👀

He won’t go much farther than fingering and teasing you because he’d much rather just have you in his arms for most of the night, talking about your day

Your voice is soothing to him and he’ll listen to it until he falls asleep

[kristinalovesfanfic]

“I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in?” --MYG

Yoongi x Reader

Best friend Namjoon. Light cursing. -little time skips- ‘texting represented’>Y/N  Complete fiction.

Being Namjoons best friend had its perks. He was always treating you like family, trying to get you to do new things, and more importantly sending you cute videos of cute boy’s aka the bts members.

4 years ago when you imagined your best friend you never would have guessed he would a worldwide known rapper. 4 years ago you never would have guessed your crush would be his groupmate and close friend Min Yoongi. But here you are sat on the studio couch listening to Jungkook sing his parts in the recording booth for their next new song.

This in its self was another perk of being friends with Namjoon. He always invited you to things like this. When or where didn’t always matter he just wanted someone there to tell everyone its going great. All the professionals pick and pick as its their jobs but sometimes they just need to step back and think about what sounds good not be the next best greatest thing for bts.

“Y/N.”

“Huh?” You looked to your left to see Jimin staring with a confused gaze.

“Tae asked if you want to get food with him.” Jimin looked to Tae after repeating the boy’s question.

“Sure. Ramen?” You responded to Tae as he stood nodding along with your choice.

Walking to the door you didn’t hear more than just you too moving as you got a text ‘RAMEN? This better not be Netflix and chill RAMEN.’ >Namjoon

‘Shush you. If you’re really that worried come with!’ >Y/N texted him back.

Namjoon loved to tease you with Taehyung because you both were the same age and the boy was the next closest in terms of best friend energy but neither of you ever thought of each other as more than that. Some boys in the group seemed to struggle understanding that.

-Y/N and Tae leave and this is just the remaining members talking-

“They do that often.” Yoongi said clicking around on his computer before signaling Jungkook to start singing again.

“Do what hyung?” Jimin smirked at Namjoon as he asked Yoongi.

“Spend time together.” Yoongi stated.

“Well, when people like each other.. they do that.” Jin teased pausing for dramatic effect.

All the boys laughed when Yoongis head whipped to Jin as he squinted his eyes trying to read what Jin meant by ‘LIKE’.

“Why do you care what Tae Tae does?” Hobi asked with an innocent face.

“I don’t.” Yoongi answered back immediately before speaking into the mic “Jungkook your finished want to listen?”

Jungkook answered back a yes and the groupmates continued working on the song.

-Y/N and Tae come back after eating-

“Sorry!” Jungkook and Jimin both shouted as they pushed the door into you and Tae.

“No, don’t worry about it we were in the way. Are you leaving?” Tae spoke to his members as you slipped in the door settling to the empty corner spot on the couch.

“Yah we finished. Fair warning Yoongi is in a mood because you two left.” Jimin whispered to Tae as he passed Tae leaving with Jungkook.

“How was it?” Hobi hyung asked as you leaned your head back to the couch looking to the computer trying to place just what Yoongi even did when he clicked around at the speed he was.

“Good the ramen was great. Perfect for the cold weather right now.” You smiled to the older boy as Yoongi let out a sigh.

“Joon got a text from that girl. I think he wants to see her tonight which is why I let him go before me.” Hobi glanced at you then the recording booth were Namjoon was rapping his heart out for the army.

“He still texting her?” You asked.

“You didn’t know?” Jin looked at you confused making Yoongi glance over his shoulder at you curled up on the couch.

“He said she told him she couldn’t have a boyfriend because she wants to focus on school.” You answered Jin as Yoongi called Namjoon out of the booth to listen to the tracks together with Jimin and Jungkooks already finished parts.

You closed your eyes listening to the boys speak about what parts needed work and which ones they liked best. Before you knew it you were asleep.

-Y/N sleeping and the members are talking-

“Do you think Tae likes her?” Yoongi asked the second the recording booth closed behind the boys back.

“Why do you care if Tae Tae has a crush?” Hobi questioned the older boy.

“I don’t.” Yoongi sighed as Namjoon came out glancing at your sleeping form.

“I can’t wake her to tell her im leaving for a date.” Namjoon looked to Jin for help.

“I thought it wasn’t a date. Or did you just forget when you told me ‘Jin were just hanging out don’t make a big deal out of it.’”Jin mocked Namjoon a little.

Hobi chuckled at his hyung before speaking to Namjoon “We told her you wanted to hang out with that girl. Go. Tae can take her home he’s been before.”

“That night he stayed out of the dorms, right?” Namjoon asked.

“No. He came back with a hickey the next day.” Hobi thought back to that day remembering fondly as all the boys teased him for the dark marks littering his neck and shoulder.

“He was out with her the night before though? They went to that new restaurant?” Namjoon recalled. “The one where all the guys take their girls for anniversary’s because it’s so romantic right?”

Yoongi turned in his chair “Yah! Out if you’re just going to talk, I can’t hear if he’s doing what he needs to!”

The 3 boys looked to him in slight shock before glancing to your dozing form Namjoon spoke first “Yoongi? Wha-“

Namjoon had been cut off by the door opening to reveal Tae “So? Good or no?”

“Let’s try yours again tomorrow why don’t you leave with Namjoon.” Yoongi snapped at Tae.

“Yoongi! He did nothing wrong.” Jin came to the boy’s defense.

“Nothing.” Yoongi snorted before refocusing on the computer in front of him angrily moving sound forms from one folder to another.

Tae sighed “You have got to stop this. Get over her or ask her out. I’m not kidding. I also am not changing the way I am with her because of your petty jealousy.”

Namjoon nudged Tae to the door as he spoke “Guys… Don’t. If her being here is a problem I won’t bring her back it’s not fair.”

“Its him!” Both Tae and Yoongi exclaimed once again looking to your sleeping form to see if you woke.

“OK! No more tonight or ever preferably. Joons right if her being her is a problem it needs to stop. Tae go with Namjoon he needs to stop by the dorms to change for his date me and Hobi will take her home when were done.” Jin silenced the building argument with his comments as Namjoon grabbed his phone handing Tae his bag the boys left with quiet goodbyes. Silence fell over the remaining members.

“Hobi you want to record next?” Jin asked.

“Why don’t we just call it quits. Meet back tomorrow or something?” Hobi looked from Jin to Yoongi in question. “Im tired and I would like to shower and sleep.”

“We can’t finish without Tae’s part and you know vocal line changes some of the rap flow.” Jin looked at Yoongi waiting his response.

Sighing Yoongi spoke “Fine. But im going to finish tonight. You two go on. I’ll get her home after im done.”

“Don’t stay too late.” Jin spoke as he gathered his phone and charger from where it was plugged into the wall next to you.

“Joon will kill you if he finds out you let her sleep for too long on this couch.” Hobi teased Yoongi as he patted him on the shoulder in goodbye.

“Go on leave me be.” Yoongi waved them away before turning back to his computer.

An hour passed as he took turns rapping in the booth and coming back out to listen to the recording and pair it with the semi complete song. What he didn’t seem to notice as he moved back and forth is the sound of the door closing even softly waking you each time. Giving up on listening to the takes after every few recordings he decided to just rap until he needed a rest and then go and review what he has recorded. Doing so he lost himself in the music more and more.

You stood from your spot stretching your arms over your head and letting your back crack a little. Creeping to Yoongis computer you saw that wave forms were being recorded. Curiously you wondered just who was still in the studio knowing Yoongi wouldn’t leave his equipment to just anyone but Tae and Namjoon wouldn’t just leave you here alone.

Looking in the recording booth you couldn’t help but blush.

Yoongi was rapping clearly going in on the lines he read from the paper in front of him. The sweat beads slowly fell from his hairline down his cheeks and rolling under his jawline to his neck. Realizing just how long you were staring once you blinked and made eye contact with him.

“Well?” He asked.

“Huh?” You looked to him feeling embarrassed this is why Namjoon was to never leave you alone with Yoongi you went a little stupid but it was just the crush taking over.

“I said I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in?” Yoongi smirked at you as he fixed the paper on the stand in front of him.

“I wasn’t staring.” You blushed harder. “Where is everyone did they go home?”

“Mmmm” he hummed in response. “Im almost finished just a few more takes for safe keeping. Hang out a second and ill take you home?”

“I’ll go wait then.” You rushed back to the safety of your couch before deciding last minute to sit in the computer chair at the desk and watch the wave forms as Yoongi rapped his last lines.

Looking at your phone you were greeted with no new messages. Letting out a sigh you texted Tae asking why he left without you. Namjoon you could understand because of the girl hangout thing but Tae shouldn’t have left you without a ride and it annoyed you all the shit you do for him. After sending an angry message to him another greeted you almost immediately.

‘Jin and Hobi said they would take you home.’ >Tae

‘Did they not?’ >Tae

‘No. Yoongi is still here though he will take me I guess.’ >Y/N

‘Seriously though you’re so annoying.’ >Y/N

‘Just think of it as a way to test your stamina 😉’ >Tae

‘TAEHYUNG! I swear!’ >Y/N

‘Tell me you don’t like being alone with the guy you want.’ >Tae

‘How about I tell you to shut up instead.’ >Y/N

‘You love me!’ >Tae

‘No I don’t.’ >Y/N

‘Yessssssssssssssss’ >Tae

‘Nooooooooooooooo’ >Y/N

‘Say you love me and ill shut up.’ >Tae

‘Guess ill never stop hearing you speak then.’ >Y/N

‘Ohh so that’s the plan then 😉’ >Tae

Just as the last text came in you heard a throat clear behind you. Tilting your head back you made eye contact with Yoongi.

“Uhhh hi.” You got lost in his eyes for a moment.

Sighing he nudged the chair over and crouched a little to save the files he just recorded and close out the programs.

“I can move.” You offered. Lets be real it wasn’t because of the goodness in your heart that you suggested it. The truth is you could feel his body warmth as he reached for the keyboard to title the tracks. You could smell his cologne as he leaned forward to stretch his back from the awkward position. You could see every strand of hair falling over his eyes.

Eyes. Shit he was looking at you again. Did he speak? Do you look like an idiot?

“Are you and Tae together?” He asked out of nowhere.

“What?!” You were surprised at the question.

“You and Tae. You went for ramen, he’s been to your house, he stayed out of the dorms and came back with hickeys, you went out for a fancy dinner, he made stamina jokes, and how you like being alone with him. You and Tae. Are you two something? Do you want to be? Does he?” Yoongi wasn’t looking at you as he pressed the power off button on the computer not moving to stand and get out of your space.

“Tae and I are friends. Ramen’s good. He went on a date with some girl from out of town and went back to her hotel room that night. If he had hickeys that must be where he got them. We went to that dinner because I wanted to try the food before I recommend it for Jin to take his mother for her birthday. Stamina Jokes are just jokes and they were more about building a tolerance than anything. But he wasn’t talking about him and I alone.” You spoke flushing at the end hoping Yoongi will leave it there and save you the embarrassment.

“Are you two something? Do you want to be? Does he?” Yoongi repeated looking in your eyes.

“Were friends. Nothing more. I don’t want that and I doubt he does either.” You looked back at him.

“So you’re not with anyone.” He confirmed.

“No. Not with anyone. Why?” You asked. While you waited for him to speak again, he seemed to be finished with the conversation gripping the chair you were sat on to pull you closer. Your eyes widened as you were pulled moving your face in front of his. Yoongi leaned in even more.

“Your lips are getting really close to mine.” You spoke in a whisper almost against his lips.

“Good or no?” You both sprung apart from the new voice at the doorway.

“TAE!” You yelled.

“Why are you back?” Yoongi glared.

“My friend texted me and said she was pissed I wasn’t there to take her home so I guess I will now.” Tae smirked at Yoongi raising an eyebrow at him.

“Thanks Tae.” You pressed your knees to yoongis as you stood. Grabbing your purse, you felt a hand take yours.

“Let me take you out tomorrow?” Yoongi looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“Cant.” Tae interjected again.

“Said WHO.” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth.

“You wanted to move recording to tomorrow.” Tae said through a smirk.

“Friday then.” Yoongi said to you.

“Friday is Jins fishing trip you sure you want to plan something for that night?” Tae said smirk still present on his face and in his words.

“YAH! Stay out of it for 2 seconds!” Yoongi exclaimed at Tae.

“Tuesday next week?” You asked.

“Tuesday. 7pm.” Yoongi confirmed.

Smiling you walked to the door before you heard a muffled scuffle. Turning you see Yoongi with Tae in a headlock. Whisper yelling at him about being a cockblock. Tae didn’t look to concerned not with the laughing he was trying to hide weather it was from you or Yoongi you’ll never know. But hey Tuesday at 7 you have a date with Yoongi. Holy shit you have to call Namjoon.

[mosshead-lover]

The Snowflake & The Kitten

Shoto x Reader

Summary: It’s your first Christmas with the Icyhot. You know he shows little or no enthusiasm in the holidays. How will it end up after you go against your instincts and decide spend the Eve with him.

A/n: Hey y’all! Hope you had a fabulous Christmas. I wanted to post this in time for Christmas, but my lazy ass was well..busy procrastinating. Any ho, I'm a Lil late, but hope you like the Present :D

It was late evening, and you were strolling through the streets, slower than usual, observing the decorations on the buildings and homes. Christmas sure brightened up your otherwise mundane city. You go back to wondering the same thing that's been in your mind for so long, whether you should get him something and if yes, what should you? It's been almost ten months since you and Shoto started going out. If you had to point out one thing that you not necessarily liked about him(not until recently), it would be how minimal Shoto's reactions or expressions were, almost all the time. It just made it really difficult to gauge his likeness or dislike-ness towards something. It was hardly a problem or something that bothered you until you had to pick a gift for him.

*Buzz Buzz*

You have a new text message.

Jirou: Yo! Coming?

Y/n: Will be there in 5 min.

Jirou always played her gigs to you before she actually performed. This had become a ritual more of. You started walking faster, paying lesser attention to the decorations along the way.

Jirou rocked it, as usual.

"Are you sure you don't want to join?"

You Jirou and few other girls in the class who couldn't go home for the holidays had planned a night out. Jirou still couldn't digest that you were missing it. Her reaction was only normal considering the enthusiasm your boyfriend had towards holidays.

'I want to spend the holidays productively,'

is what he had told the last time holidays came up in one of your conversations.

"Yes." You replied with a hint of uncertainty.

"At least buy a tree and some decorations on the way. Pretty sure he wouldn't have put one up." Jirou sighed.

"You don't know that!" You defended, regretting it a second later.

Jirou shrugged.

Your head was filled with ambiguity. You knew Jirou wasn't the kind who joked around or even talked much. You knew there was weight to whatever she said. You draw the cell phone and type a quick message.

y/n: Hey, I am on the way and stopped by to get a tree. What size do you prefer?

*Buzz Buzz*

Doki: What tree?

You despised Jirou for a second for being so accurate. Was not bothering Shoto with the pressure of celebrating the best gift you could give? You wondered if it was too late to join the other girls.

Doki: Oh, I see. Whatever works for you.

You picked a tree small enough for you to carry and some decorations along with candy canes. You had forgotten about the Christmas present for him until you came across the headband section with cute cat ears. You bought a white one and read one. At the billing counter, you struggled, You still had time to put it all back. Maybe just have dinner and watch a movie like any other weekend and not bother your not-so-festive boyfriend. But, you made up your mind. There was no turning back now.

--

"Hi, y/n."

Shoto helped you with the shopping bags and the tree. You reluctantly unzipped your bag and took a white sweater out. It matched the one you were wearing. The couple-Christmas-sweaters that you drunk ordered three months ago. Before you could say anything, He checks the time and,

"Hey, the webinar that I was supposed to attend this afternoon? They postponed it to seven. It will take an hour, Hardly, okay? I'm sorry, but I hope you understand."

He rushed through his sentences.

"Oh! This is for me? Thank you"

He grabbed the sweater from your hands, pecked your cheek, and hurried to his room.

You crashed into the couch. He didn't even notice that you were wearing the same sweater. You sulked and buried your face in the couch pillow and let out an inaudible scream. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself why you wanted to do this in the first place. It was your first Christmas together. You had to make it memorable for both of you. Moreover, Shoto never got together with his family to celebrate anything. You couldn't blame him for not getting excited about the festival.

You decided to look at the brighter side of it. You had an hour to make the house Christmas friendly. You went and bought some more lights and bells, set up a tree, put the lights around. You had to go to his room a few times to get the stapler, tape etc., He didn't mind. You had time to modify the cat ears as well. You removed one of the ears and carefully sewed the other color ear to match his hair color. You took one last look at the setup. It wasn't much, but it was a pleasant sight. It was almost ten. He wasn't done yet. You were too hungry to cook, you'd end up eating, and eating without him was the last thing you wanted to do. You decided to stay away from the kitchen. You fired up the TV and started surfing through the channels. Another hour passed. You gave up and went to the kitchen to fix yourself a cup of coffee. You were too sleepy and didn't want to doze off.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you heard his door open. You set your coffee aside and sat up. He was wearing the sweater. He wore an apologetic face that transformed into a delight when he saw the tree.

"There is .. on your.."

Before you could process what he was implying, he bent down and cleared the foam mustache above your lips with a kiss.

"Coffee? at this hour?"

Shoto spoke up softly as he settled down next to you.

"I had to stay up, so..

”Did you eat?” He sounded tired too.

"No..I.."

He widened his eyes as a mother would, reacting to her kids skipping meals.

'Wait a minute, I am the one who should be mad!' You shouted on the inside.

"That was one heck of a long webinar." You comment, trying to suppress everything that you were feeling.

"I know." He acknowledges and takes you by your arm to make you sit on his lap. You put your legs on either side and sit on him, facing him.

"The fact that you were here, waiting, made it even more difficult for me." he continued as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

The sincerity in his voice was something you could never bypass and stay mad at him even if you wanted to.

"I am sorry."

"You are forgiven," you murmur and begin arranging his bangs. His face was ever charming against the constantly changing TV lights.

You both stayed there for a while, making out. You might have, longer if it wasn't for your grumbling stomach.

"You think that Soba place will still be open?"

You both go out and eat stomach full. Shoto offered to hold your hand on the way back. You were surprised as he never did that before. He always stayed away from PDA.

"It's too cold. I'm just keeping you warm." He justified.

"Besides, this way, there is a higher chance of people noticing that we are twinning."

You felt warmer as his heterochromatic eyes met yours. Your eyes dilated further at the sight of his tender smile. It was almost midnight when you reached home.

"Hey, It's almost Christmas." You squeak. You weren't worried about him being non-festive anymore. He reacts with an equally encouraging smile. As the clock struck twelve, you swing your arms around him and raise your toes, he helps by lifting you a bit, you kiss and wish him a merry Christmas.

"Merry Christmas to you too, y/n" He kisses you back and puts you down, gently.

"Hold on." He said and rushes into his room. He came back with two tiny boxes and placed them under the tree.

"Too Late?" You nod and join him to near the tree.

"Open!" his excitement was palpable. You carefully unwrapped the first box and saw a tiny glass slab covered in transparent resin shaped like a cuboid that was decorated to look like a charm.

On further inspection, you realized what was inside was a slide. You bought it closer to your eyes and tried to make out what was inside.

Shoto handed you a magnifying glass.

"Doki, Is this a ...?"

"Yes." He sounded proud.

"A real ...?"

"Yes."

You were awestruck.

"I didn't know Snowflakes can be preserved like this!"

You finally took your eyes off the charm and looked at him.

"Apparently, we can."He beamed a brighter smile, soaking in every inch of your reaction.

”And this way, an important part of me will always stay close to you."

He meant it. It was obvious from his tone and expression.

The present had exceeded all of your expectations. It was thoughtful, symbolized much more than Christmas. It was perfect. You were left speechless.

Shoto handed you the second box. Your vision blur from teary eyes. You managed to stop the tears and open it. It was a silver snowflake bracelet.

Shoto went on to explain it.

"Since the actual one is quite delicate and I couldn't morph it into a bracelet like I wanted to, I got this too, you know a ..."

You interrupted him the midway with a kiss, followed by another, and another.

He returns all your kisses with equal passion and holds you close.

He reaches out to grab his gift, you push away his hand, and take the present away from the tree. You felt so stupid. You were flustered with embarrassment suddenly.

"Hey, let me see it." He complains.

"No!" You exclaim and hide it behind your back.

"Why not?" He was confused.

"B..B...Because... It’s is not for you!"

"What?" He chuckles.

"Y/n... Are you sheltering someone else here without my knowledge?" He narrowed his eyes to look serious.

"Wh..what...No...I mean.."

Shoto pounced upon you and snatched the gift while you were in a state of confusion. You tried to snatch it back, but it was too late.

"Cat ears?" Shoto turned it back and forth, inspecting the band.

"Looks adorable. Should I put it on?" He asks innocently. You nod, still looking down.

"Like this?" You finally look up, and all your unworthy feeling lifts that just how adorable he looked. He smiles and brings his palms closer to his cheeks, trying to imitate a kitten. You almost had a nose bleed. Your reactions must have been so obvious, for he burst out laughing.

"Here, you try it on."

"No! don't you dare take 'em off!" You warn him.

"There is an extra pair." You beam ear to ear and get the other one. Of course, you had enough time to mend the other set.

After you pet each other, you take a bunch of photos together, you took his solo shots. Near the tree, in the kitchen, in front of the door, in the bedroom. You wanted to take a couple more, but you decided against it, reading the growing annoyance in his face.

Then you both sat by the tree, checking the cards he received. You were honestly a bit shocked to know he never went through them.

"Wow. Isn't this your sister?"

"Yes. and her Boyfriend." he eyes at the photo and gets back to his phone.

"They look so cute together!"

You were a little annoyed he wasn't paying attention to the cards. You snatch the phone to find him looking at the cat-ear pictures of you both.

"I think we look better." He states, unaffected by your barbaric snatching.

”We should use one of these pictures to send out cards”

You ruffle his hair and giggle, not because of the comments he just made. But because he could make such cheesy statements with a straight face.

Suddenly, you couldn't recall why you were worked up the whole day.

”Hey”

Shoto breaks the silence. You were on the couch, sitting between his limbs, as he wrapped his hands around you, warming you up and letting you rest on his chest.

”Um?”

”We should do this every Christmas”

”Do what?”

”You know, the tree, the matching sweaters, the cards...”

You chuckle.

”We will, Doki”

’Oh My baby Kitten, this is how Christmas is supposed to be!’

[kewltie]

college au katsuki is prelaw who gets the thrill of verbally eviscerating people in court just as he does outside of it, trading fists for words but the punch is all the same and izuku is a premed student who wants to save the world one person at a time but also lives on 24hr caffeine addiction. they're former childhood friends who got reacquainted again as dormmates in their freshman years in college and now they're sorta maybe something more but who the fuck even know because they refuse to acknowledge this tentative and fragile relationship between them especially with the turmoil of their shared past.

So katsuki would go out of his way to deliver five coffees for izuku's late night study session in the library. izuku often helps katsuki practice his mock trial and supports katsuki in his mission to tear into his opponent and make them cry. OK MAYBE NOT THE CRYING PART but still proud as fuck. izuku's sleep cycle is consistently fucked because he's always pulling late night studying sessions plus he got all these volunteerings so katsuki would find izuku sleeping randomly in odd places so to make sure he doesn't FUCKING ROLL OVER AND DIE he quietly tucked izuku into bed whenever he catches him sleeping on his desk or some random bench at their campus’ courtyard. While katsuki get really obsessed and competitive with maintain his consistent ranking as the stop student in his class and often hounds the professor when he get a 98 instead of 100 on his term papers and they're like, 'please someone get me midoriya-kun' as an emergency to wrangle katsuki back.

They have a super close and intimate non-relationship where it is THE RUMOR AND SPECULATION OF THE ENTIRE CAMPUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! katsuki coming to pick izuku up from his late night study sessions and dragging his tired ass back to their dorm across campus!!!! izuku attending every one of katsuki's debate competition and CHEERING HIM ON and professore is tired of saying, ‘midoriya this isn't a concert please calm down’. like they the fact they AREN'T DATING make the rumors even worst because everyone either assume they're FUCKING DUMBASS FOR NOT SEEING THE OBVIOUS or they're having a secret relationship on the downlow but still being obvious BECAUSE THEY'RE DUMBASS but either way they're still dumbasses lol.

worst is that the campus has a yearly best couple competition and bakudeku had been crowned three times since their enrollment and THEY'RE NOT EVEN DATING,,, or so they claimed but pictures of them holding hands, snuggled up in a reading nook in the library, and aggressively feeding each other food say otherwise. it became the biggest joke because they're IT COUPLE ON CAMPUS and THEY'RE NOT EVEN DATING. JUST TWO DUMB BROS being so intimately close that izuku wears katsuki's debate team jersey to class one day with BAKUGOU KATSUKI NAME ON HIS BACK and doesn't even blink when someone point it out.

i have this image of katsuki dragging izuku's sleepy ass across campus because they ARE NOT GOING TO BE LATE for their 8:30am class. izuku spent all night revising his term paper for another class due online at 8am so he's lon living on 9 cups of coffee and an hour of sleep. izuku doesn't even have time to change out of his pajamas before katsuki literally hauled izuku out of their dorm because katsuki had never been late to a class let alone MISS A DAY so he's not letting izuku DRAGGED HIS ASS DOWN lol even though he could have easily gone without him.

they scrambled across campus ground with izuku in his pjs still and NOBODY EVEN BLINK when they burst into the lecture hall with a min to spare. katsuki dumps izuku's sleepy ass in the seat next to his because everybody is kinda use to the 'bakugou and midoriya's show' by now. they dont often take the same course together because of their different majors (law and med) but they always lean toward taking the same elective when they can. so every semester there’s a hotly combative debate about what elective they should take together where it eventually into a war everytime lmao. izuku tends to pick wiLDLY DIFF ELECTIVE EVERYTIME that is humanity base (they took human sexuality one semester and katsuki is still mad about it) while katsuki leans toward classes have real world practicality like ceramics where izuku still kept all of katsuki's cutely shaped mugs.

izuku doesn't even have his notebooks or even his bag because katsuki had grabbed him and go, but katsuki is diligently taking notes next to him, his cellphone is recording the lecture and he got the lecture powerpoint outline printed out. he always come prepared and ready to destroy the class' curve!! while izuku is TRYING V V HARD not to doze off but when he nods off a little as his head about to drop, katsuki without even pausing mid-writing just pulls him back by the collar of his shirt so his head doesn't bang on the desk and it's JUST--!! so simple and dumb but it's INTIMATE!!

when izuku seems to lose the fight with sleep, katsuki brings a hot thermo with coffee in it to izuku's lips and lets him take a sip of it. NOT TOO MUCH because izuku doesn't need anymore to feed his caffeine addiction, but enough to keep him awake just few more mins. izuku is barely cognizant but sometimes the fact that he would raise a hand mid lecture to ask a serious question about the topic at hand is scary to the other students because they all remember that katsuki and izuku are top ranking in their class for a reason even if izuku is a zombie right now. this elective class is about erotica in classics because lol it's izuku turn to pick elective this semester and even tho KATSUKI ABSOLUTE LOATHES IT he's going to fucking ace this damn class even if he has to stare at several thousand years old art of people fucking on a wall.

bkdk are like giant enigma for the class because they take their grades V V V SRLY and consistently wreck the class average but they look like they dont give a single fuck about it because izuku is in his PJs and NODDING OFF IN CLASS while katsuki looks like he would rather die than be here. bkdk is fame not only because they (jokingly) keep winning best campus couple award every yearr EVEN THO they're not dating but because they do shit like izuku is nodding off on katsuki's shoulder while he doesn't seem to even care and/or notice as he debates the prof on a finer detail of the lecture.

once the class is over katsuki half drag and half-carry izuku out of there. he has a class right after this I ten mins and izuku doesnt, but he doesnt have time to drop izuku off at the dorm so he takes izuku with him to his next class like he's just an extra accessory he could bring LMAO. izuku is not even enrolled in the class which is political science class but katsuki deposits him in the seat beside him and lets izuku actually NAP this time as he pay attention to the lecture, throwing his coat over izuku's sleeping form as he snuggles up to katsuki while entire class tries not to stare too much. by the end of the afternoon the entire campus sns is lit up with receipts, recaps, and slyly taken photos of bakudeku's shenigans. there is even a popular running blog where anons can submit their bkdk's encounter stories chronicling their 'WEIRD MATING HABITS OF BAKUDEKU' lol because they are the cryptid bfs of the entire campus that everyone warn each other about but nobody can stop watching this trainwreck from happening.

[pxjiminsi]

Prettiest Smile

Chapter 2 from the Series : Before you go

Synopsis: Wanting to escape the unending criticism from your peers and parents about your life choices, you flew to L.A to figure out your life. On the same flight, you encounter an early debut, full of dreams, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Not knowing that that encounter will change your life forever.

Pairing: Jimin x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jin x OC, OT5 x reader platonic love

Fic Type: Slice of life au

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: slice of life, fluff, mild smut, and a healthy amount of angst

Warning: few cuss words 

A/n: Hi! This will be my first BTS Au in tumblr, I’ll be also uploading my old works here! Friendly comments and criticism from my fellow writers and readers as I want to improve my writing further on. I hope you enjoy my series.

Updates are every week, or as fast as I can!!

“We have the whole house to ourselves for the week, so feel at home!” Soo Yun exclaimed as she threw you a water bottle from the kitchen, dehydrated from that 45-minute drive from LAX to her home. “We have so much to catch up on, how’re your parents? Thank God they let you go on this trip huh? How’s Jae? You’re already what? A year in a relationship?” Her questions were non-stop and as much as you missed her after so long, you’re not that excited to answer all those questions as the main reason you went to L.A is to get away from them and your life in Korea as far as possible.

“They’re all great.” holding a tight grip on your bag and with a smile on your face to avoid answering her bombarding question of how your life has gone downhill since you entered University. “I’m jet-lagged and I’d like to take a nap before we go out for lunch, can you show me where I'd stay?” “It’s upstairs, first door on your left! I’m going to take a shower, but call me if you need anything.” Soo Yun said as you disappeared carrying your luggage up the stairs. You plop in your bed sighing, finally realizing that you’re going to start your new life in this foreign country and no one’s going to help you but yourself. You doze off wondering when your life will begin.

“Y/n, y/n!” Soo Yun nudged until you half-opened your eyes “Your phone’s ringing non-stop! How can you sleep through that noise?” Still disoriented, you answer your phone “Hi please tell me you have my bag” You get confused if you’re still dreaming and wonder why someone is looking for their bag when you’re asleep the whole time. “Hello?? My group went back to the airport because I think we switched luggage. Mine’s in neon pink, please tell me you have it?” You almost fell out of bed and rushed to see the tag on your bag, “Kim Seokjin?” you whispered out of confusion. “Yes, that’s me, and you’re y/n, right? Can we meet to exchange luggage? We can meet somewhere public, I'm not a bad person, I promise I just need to get my stuff back” you can hear his desperation in his tone, but he snickered when he heard you groaning your brains to your pillow from your stupidity back in the airport.

“Yes, of course, I need my stuff back too. We can meet at Shake shack in Hollywood blvd. I’ll be there in 30 mins.” impulsively suggesting as you’ve been craving burgers since you saw shake shack on your way here and Soo Yun’s planning to get lunch anyway. Hearing this Kim Seokjin’s angelic voice, maybe it’s safe to meet him. “What will you be wearing?” he asked, but you bet he didn’t think his question through “I mean of course to recognize you, I didn't mean anything bad with that, I'm sorry” he panics. How cute. “I don’t think it matters because of our matching bright neon pink bags, we might go blind if we see each other” you sarcastically said, being equally embarrassed with your bright luggage. You heard his laugh and you immediately softened. “Okay, see you in 30 mins.”

You run to the bathroom to wash your puffy face from your 2-hour nap, put light make-up on, and brush your hair. “Wow, first day in L.A and I'm going to get kidnapped… by a man who loves neon pink” questioning his taste while putting on your oversized black denim jacket with your white crop top and high-waisted shorts. First of all, you didn’t have a say when your parents bought that luggage in a sale at the mall and that’s the only luggage you have big enough to bring almost all your life away from Korea. “Soo Yun, I’m ready, let's go.”

It's been 10 minutes since you and Soo Yun arrived at shake shack, almost wanting to switch restaurants for their unbelievably overpriced burgers and fries. You glance at your friend and she seems to not be bothered by it. Maybe after 5 years of being in the states, capitalism will take over you. Succumbing to your growling tummy, you order the cheapest burger and fries meal. You devour your fries like there is no tomorrow while you almost choke on your coke at the sight of Park Jimin entering the restaurant together with Jeongguk and their friend whom you’re not familiar with, dragging your bag.

Jeongguk saw you and pointed in your direction. Your heart almost dropped at the sight of Jimin, thinking that you had seen the last of him in that plane and you’d just see him reach his dreams on television. A huge smile appeared on his face when he saw you, almost sprinting to get to your table with Jeongguk behind him. “It’s only been a few hours you missed me that much huh?” He looks at you then proceeds to wave his hands to the roaming eyes of his friend. The fact that you’re happy to see him again was written all across your face, but you tried your best not to show it as it may stir feelings inside you and confuse Soo Yun. She’s already baffled at why you’re already friends with people, good-looking people you may add, you mismatched bags with. You gave her an I’ll explain it to you later look as she nodded bewildered and continued with her food.

“Jin-hyung, I found the culprit.” Pointing at you while seating at the empty seat in front. Seeing that you made this man who looks like an angel, by the way, struggle with your luggage made you feel sheepish. “Finally we meet. I'm sorry for the hassle I have caused you. I’m Kim Seokjin” He brushed his hair up while catching his breath. “No, I'm sorry, I should've paid attention that I took the wrong bag at the airport.” you try to avoid Jimin’s stare as you pull your luggage to your side switching with Jin’s “I’m y/n and my friend, Soo Yin” you both held your hands as he reached for them to shake. 

“What’s in that bag anyway? It’s so heavy.” Jeongguk asked, taking a fry in your tray and popping it in his mouth. You falter at his question, uh my whole life in Korea is in that bag and I don’t intend on coming back if I can. “Just a lot of clothes.” You shrugged focusing on the cars passing by outside. Jimin sensed that Jeongguk’s question made you uncomfortable. “Let’s go now, everyone’s waiting in the car” he gets up as Jin and Jeongguk said and waved goodbye to you and Soo Yin. “Good luck with your training, I’ll make sure to watch your videos on the internet” Soo Yin stood up waving at Jin and Jeongguk looking so mesmerized by the two. They waved back for the last time before disappearing outside. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” Jimin held his hand but you just nodded overlooking his help and signed at your friend that you’ll just be gone for a minute.

“I didn’t know I'd get the chance to see you again,” he said almost whispering. You’re not looking at him so you can’t tell, but you can hear the nervousness in his voice “Well, I think you knew we’d see each other again because you didn’t tell Jin that we knew each other and that I got his bag by mistake.” calling his bullshit as you take a peek seeing a smirk forming in his lips knowing he’s enjoying this. “Okay, okay” he held both of his hands up surrendering to you, slightly laughing. “But this feels like fate, don't you think so? I would very much like to have your number. I’d get it from your suitcase or Jin-hyung but it doesn’t feel very gentlemanly if I did that without your permission.” You look up to him this time. Giving you a glimpse of his sincerity and timidity you didn’t see before.

You debate to yourself whether to give in because it’s him. For the first time in a very long time, your heart fluttered again. You laughed again. You didn’t sleep tired from crying. For the first time, someone listened to you without pity. You felt like yourself again. He made all that happen in just a few hours. You began to ponder if you do believe in fate. Is this what fate feels like?

Thinking about all the possibilities, but you already had an answer in your mind.

“No, I have a boyfriend back home.” What you said is true, but why does your heart feel like it’s breaking. You see the way his face twitches, feeling guilty if he feels like you lead him on. “Oh, I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” sounding like a wounded puppy, you endure the temptation to pull him closer and hug him after hearing his tone. “I have to go, they’re waiting for me in the car.” For the first time, it’s him avoiding your eyes. He turned around and started to walk. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to, you just stare at his back wondering if you made the right decision. He stopped walking and turned to meet your gaze “You know, your boyfriend is very lucky to have you. Please support us in the future” He smiles the prettiest of smiles, then he’s gone.

[confidenceatitsfinest]

Prompt: I’m trying to make you jealous to see if you like me and therefore kiss someone else.

Pairing: Sugakookie

Just try to make him jealous. If he falls for it, he probably likes you. Easier said than done, Hoseok hyung.

Jungkook silently sulked in his seat, fingers playing with the flimsy pages of his overpriced calculus textbook. God, he hated math with a passion. Though, he hated his inability to function like a normal person around Min Yoongi more if that was even possible. Jungkook was only twenty years old and should not be having his mid-life crisis this early. He groaned and smacked his head against the worn down, wooden table. The loud thud earned a few dirty looks from his disgruntled and stressed peers, but he found that he didn’t even have enough energy to care.

Staying in the library wasn’t doing him any good if all he was going to do was silently scream in his head instead of searing those damned formulas into his brain like he should be doing. He sat up abruptly, chair squeaking against the linoleum floor. He stuffed his textbook and the rest of his loose papers into his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder before stomping outside the building. Jungkook hung his head, sighing every fifth step his heavy feet took.

He didn’t even realize where he was going until he collided head first into another solid body. Jungkook groaned, dizzy from the disorientation. He pushed himself up quickly and dropped to a ninety-degree bow, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s okay kid, I wasn’t either.” The voice sounded oddly cocky, in a familiar kind of way.

And then it clicked, “Yoongi hyung!”

“Yeah, that’s me.” The college senior cocked his head to the side and smirked in amusement at the sight of the flustered freshman. He was quite sure the younger had a crush on him and it was quite cute.

“Ah, I should’ve been paying more attention. Sorry again, Yoongi hyung.”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if it’s you.” With that, the older male walked past him, leaving Jungkook a blushing mess of jumbled up emotions.

At this point, Jungkook had no idea if Yoongi actually liked him back or was just teasing him because that’s exactly what Min Yoongi would do to a cute freshman. Not that he was calling himself cute, but he wasn’t hard to look at either. He hoped so.

At this point, Jungkook didn’t know how he had been able to survive without exploding into a mess of emotions, considering they were in the same group of friends and hung out all the time together. Even so, while he had developed feelings across the several months he’d been adopted into their little squad, Yoongi hadn’t shown any signs of reciprocating his affections. Hoseok insisted that he was just blind to Yoongi’s particular way of expressing love. He really shouldn’t have let his hyung’s words get his hopes up, but Jungkook couldn’t help but get a little wishful whenever he was alone with his favorite hyung.

Taehyung found his roommate sulking in the corner and immediately plopped down next to him to comfort the boy.

“Yoongi hyung again?” Jungkook just groaned in response.

“Kookie, I love you, but you really need to stop sitting here and waiting for him to make the first move because we both know it would take years for that to happen. Yoongi hyung may be brave, but even he doesn’t have much courage when it comes to feelings.”

“But Tae, I don’t even know if he likes me that way. It might just be all in my head and it’ll be absolutely humiliating when he rejects me.”

“You talk as if Yoongi hyung hates you for sure. Jungkookie, I promise you, he at the least adores you as much as we all do. If I’m going to be honest, he probably babies you the most.”

Jungkook just buries his face against Taehyung’s neck, thoughts a jumble in his head. His roommate gently rubs his back and it’s so soothing that he might just fall asleep.

“Hey Kook, I might have a plan. If you really want to see how hyung feels first hand, the quickest way is to test out his jealousy.”

“Tae, have you been hanging out with Hoseok hyung lately because he told me to do the exact same thing except I have no idea how to do that.”

“That’s elementary my little Watson. Just leave it to me.”

All seven of them were hanging out at Seokjin and Namjoon’s shared apartment, sipping at beers while Jungkook nursed a cold banana milk instead since he didn’t particularly like the taste of alcohol. He usually avoided drinking such “childish” drinks in public, but he knew his hyungs would never judge him for it.

Despite the mood being relaxing and familiar, Jungkook was nervous. Taehyung had urged him to execute his plan tonight and while he was great at convincing, Jungkook still couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this.

He was pressed against Taehyung’s side, the older’s hand on his leg comfortingly. The older had told him to just follow along, but truthfully, Jungkook had no idea what that meant. It’ll work best if you don’t know what’s coming too, Kook.

After several hours, all six of his hyungs were reasonably tipsy and dozing off. He was suddenly aware of Taehyung’s rough hand on the back of his neck and…was Yoongi hyung looking at him?

Taehyung’s breath was hot against his neck and he was about to pull away when Taehyung whispered in his ear, “Ready Kookie? It’s action time.”

Jungkook was going to whisper back a litany of questions when he felt lips press against his own. Taehyung let him go just as Jungkook felt a soft smile spreading against his own lips. He was just about to protest when someone grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him towards the bathroom. Jungkook faintly heard Taehyung giggle in the background.

The bathroom door clicked and Jungkook was face to face with a red-cheeked Yoongi.

“Yah, Jeon Jungkook, are you really going to let everyone kiss you like that? You’re going to be taken advantage of and Taehyung is lucky I know him or I would’ve decked him too.”

“H-hyung, why are you so angry?” Yoongi’s cheeks flushed even more, mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t put together words to answer.

Jungkook now fully understood why Taehyung did what he did. He was going to have to buy his hyung as many hamburgers as he wanted some other day.

“Yoongi hyung…were you jealous?” Now Jungkook was starting to feel shy, once he realized the implications.

Yoongi sputtered, hands automatically reaching to scratch the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

The older cursed, “I…I don’t want you doing that with anybody else.” Even though Yoongi didn’t say it out loud, Jungkook knew exactly what he meant and he smiled.

“Then, can I do it with you if it’s only you?” Yoongi nodded and Jungkook thought fondly that he’d never seen his hyung look that flustered before.

“Okay, I’ll agree to that just because I like hyung so much.” Jungkook’s eyes crinkled into a sweet smile and lurched forward to give Yoongi a short kiss.

Yoongi spoke in a small voice, “Hey, I’m older than you.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but was pleasantly surprised when Yoongi was the one to capture his lips in another soft kiss.

“Don’t kiss Taehyung anymore, got it?”

“I know hyung, besides Tae was just helping me. And I’m pretty sure he likes Hobi hyung, not me.”

“Still…aish whatever, you’re mine now.”

“I think it’s cute how jealous you can be, hyung. I can’t wait to see more parts of you. Now, come on, let’s go back to the others.”

Yoongi just blushed and let Jungkook lead him out of the bathroom, hand in hand.  

[vantekay]

petrichor ||myg

word count: 1.3k

estimated reading time: about 6 minutes

genre(s): rainy day fluff kinda cause like after I mention that it’s raining I got carried away writing about yoongi and how much he loves you so 

warning(s): mentions of alcohol use but it’s very brief, gross amount of fluff I put in here alongside yoongi admiring your features while you sleep on his chest and being soft about how much he loves you. oh yeah and a quick lil make out session I tried please don’t kill me I know nothing about kissing and it shows ok 

summary: basically it’s raining its ass off and you doze off in your window in your apartment and yoongi comes home and melts at how cute you are before taking you to your bed to sleep and cuddling with you.

definition: a pleasant [earthy] smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

It was one of those days, one where the dreary weather outside kept you in but you didn’t mind it, finding comfort in the soft patter of the rain against the windowsills. it had been pouring all day, and you had gone around to every window in your apartment to open up the blinds so you could glance at the scenery any chance you could whilst going about your daily chores. at some point you had brought over a warm mug of tea, your earbuds and a fluffy blanket from the spare closet to settle into the nice little bay window you had that out looked a park a few 100 feet away from your apartment complex. placing the earbuds in your ears and putting on a relaxing playlist, you curled up under the blanket to watch the sky cry down upon the streets, washing away all the dirt and filth. it had been particularly hot and dry these past couple of weeks, so the rain was very much needed and appreciated, at least by you.

at some point you drifted off that way, your empty tea mug tucked into the corner of the window by your feet, your earbuds that previously obscured your hearing have fallen out and are draped down your side, dangling and brushing the floor. your head lays resting against the windowpane as your body curls under the blanket, bringing your knees in slightly and wrapping your arms around your chest instinctively. the last sounds heard by your now unobstructed ears were that of the rain pattering against the glass as it began to fall heavier onto the earth.

yoongi carefully padded into your apartment, shaking off his coat and placing it on the rack you had by the door accompanied with his shoes he made sure to delicately take off so he didn't get water anywhere on the hardwood floor. “hey angel,” he spoke upon seeing your frame in the window only to be confused when he received no response back. “baby? are you okay?” there was concern laced in his tone as he began to enter your apartment. when you were having a bad day you wouldn’t ignore him like this, you would rush to give him a hug with hopes that he would listen to your ramblings about how today was the “absolute worst day of your life” before asking him to cuddle you all night, not that he minded. as he got closer to your body that lay still in the window, mind reeling for what could have happened to you today to prompt this silent treatment, he noticed that your eyes were closed and your breathing was steady, the softest of snores leaving your lips. “how cute” he thought to himself.

he smiles, admiring the way you have made yourself comfy in probably one of the most uncomfortable places in your apartment all because you wanted to watch the rain. yoongi knew of how much you adored the rain pretty early in your relationship when he had cancelled a date because of the heavy rain. he remembers how you pouted and whined when he showed up to your apartment instead of taking you to the dinner and walk he had planned and how you pleaded with him to take you out anyways because you loved the rain. he argued that you could both get sick and you exclaimed how you didn’t care, as long as you got to be with him and you could enjoy the smell of the rain at the same time. you both wound up getting sick, but he would do it all again if it meant he got to see that smile on your face again when he finally agreed and you had gone for the date he originally had planned.

being pulled back into reality, yoongi notices the mug in the corner of the window and carefully reaches over your feet to get it, carrying it back to the kitchen sink and washing it for you. he comes back to remove your phone and earbuds from your lap, placing them on the coffee table nearby before going back to you and hooking his arms under your knees and behind your head, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

you wake but don’t say anything to yoongi, simply move to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply. he feels the corners of your lips pull up into a smile as he nears your bed and gently places you down, watching as you finally open your eyes only to pout at him putting you down. he chuckles, mumbling a soft “hang on love,” before he’s stripping himself of his jeans and replacing them with sweats before clambering into the bed with you.

he pulls you onto him, placing your head on his chest, immediately carding a hand through your hair and he looks down at you as he whispers, “are you feeling okay, love?” you look up at him and smile before responding, “of course, I mean my back hurts a little from the way I fell asleep in the window but I’m fine. how was your day baby?” you ask in return, your smile growing wider at finally being with yoongi and you notice his eyes shift from looking into yours to staring at your lips. he leans down and whispers against them, “better now” before he leans down fully and captures your lips in a kiss.

the kiss is soft, filled with nothing but raw love. yoongi’s hand in your hair has ceased it’s movements and instead taken purchase at the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he moves to deepen the kiss. he swipes his tongue along your lower lip, and you don’t hesitate to allow him access into your mouth, a low moan leaving your mouth as he does so. you both continue on like that for a good while before he pulls back, placing a quick peck onto your swollen lips and leaning back against the headboard as you both breathe heavily.

“I missed you a lot today,” he says as he resumes running his hand through your hair, watching as your eyes close and you place your head back onto his chest, nose buried in his shirt. “missed you too, always do” you mumble into his chest and he watches as you take a deep breath and close your eyes. he leans down and places a kiss to the crown of your head, inhaling slightly to take in the scent of you, the scent that reminds him of home.

yoongi doesn’t remember when he started to feel this way about you, feeling that being with you or around you was home to him, but he loved it. nowadays yoongi found himself thinking of you often, always wanting to check on you to make sure you were doing okay without him. he knew you could handle yourself, you were an adult and you were doing fine before you started dating him, but he couldn’t help to worry about you.

he remembers one time you had made this very clear to him while you were drunk. you sat perched in the armchair in your living room and slurred about how you “didn’t need a man, especially the great min yoongi, to take care of you because you could take care of yourself”. he giggles at the memory, causing your head to move along with the motion and he stops, not wanting to wake you.

he tilts his head to the side so he can look at your face better and he smiles. he always loved to look at you up close, loved to look at every little detail on your face. he admired the light amount of freckles that dotted around your nose and under your eyes, the way your lips naturally pouted in your sleep, how your long eyelashes brushed against your cheeks as you dreamt. he shifts slightly so he can lay with you, your head still perched on his chest, and pulls the blanket up over the both of you. he wraps his arms around you to keep you where you are and slowly drifts off to sleep too, the last sounds heard being the beating of your hearts and the light rain outside.

[caroline-min-max]

The Rabbit Queen

Caroline had been convinced that every animal on the planet must hate her now thanks to her odd scent of both human and rabbit. It should have been obvious that it wasn’t quite true...

Min and Max were perfectly capable of preparing their own meals. They’d spent years doing it once they were booted out of the orphanage at the age of eighteen. While it was typical “bachelor food” they were still fairly competent in the kitchen. 

Caroline’s background of working at a diner gave her a leg up on being able to prepare more complex and tasty dishes. She didn’t mind cooking at all for three now and wasn’t afraid to ask for help if she needed it.

As lunch was drawing nearer she hadn’t called upon the twins to lend a hand nor did they smell anything coming from the kitchen. 

“I’m getting hungry, Min...” Max remarked, touching his stomach as he felt it growl. 

“Me too,” Min agreed. “Lets go see what’s going on.”

Caroline was humming to herself happily in the kitchen when the sound of the twins’ footsteps made her ears stand fully upright. She turned towards the entrance to greet them as they joined her.

“Perfectly timing!” Caroline said merrily. “I was just about to call you!”

The twins were confused. Call them for what? The table wasn’t set at all, the oven and burners were off. There wasn’t a sign of any food at all and they were longing to eat. 

The twins’ silence said more than the small frowns on their faces.

“Did I take too long?” Caroline placed a hand on her chest. “I’m so sorry! I’m going to put a wig on and then we can go have a picnic at the park together, if that’s alright? I meant to surprise you boys...” She gripped the cloth on her dress and fidgeted nervously.

A picnic? The twins perked up at once. Now that was something they’d never done with Caroline before! Sure enough, upon a second glance, there a picnic basket was all ready to go on the counter along with a small cooler for their drinks.

“That’s a great idea, Honey Bunny!” Max said enthusiastically with a smile, Min nodding in agreement.

“I’m so glad you think so!” Caroline looked at them bashfully. “You know... Since we started dating I’m viewing all those couple things I used to think was so silly in a different light... Now I can’t help thinking about what I want to do with both of you... The couple I saw on a TV show last night went on a picnic and...” She was so embarrassed she started mumbling, the twins unable to make out a single word of it. They knew exactly what she was getting at, though.

She was just too cute. 

Caroline was all smiles when her boys came in to give her a few quick kisses and hugs. Min grabbed the picnic basket and cooler, he and Max then escorting Caroline to the car. 

The weather was perfect for it. It had been a little rainy that week so Min and Max wondered if Caroline had been anxiously watching for a clear day. That only made it more adorable. They knew once Caroline got an idea she was excited about she wanted to do it right away.

Their neighborhood was in an ideal location in Gotham. They were close by so many nice spots, reaching the park relatively fast by car. Min got out to open Caroline’s door, offering to carry the picnic basket again after she stepped out with it.

It was a school day so only children too young to attend were out with their mothers, most of their fathers still at work. Any children at all were a distasteful sight to Caroline. She didn’t want see them running around, much less hear them screeching, as they played. 

Min and Max were already aware of that. They were willing to walk as far as needed for Caroline to be comfortable. They wound up with a nice spot under a tree where the kids could barely be made out in the distance. 

Min held the picnic basket for Caroline as she opened it up to grab the blanket she’d set at the top. She unfolded it, Max setting down the cooler to help her spread it out. 

With that done Min set the basket down. He and Max could feel their mouths watering as they watched Caroline set out what she’d prepared for them. It didn’t matter that it was nothing elaborate; when they were this hungry even something like potato salad was enough to get their bellies rumbling. The pie that Caroline had bought was bound to be delicious too; they wondered what flavor it was.

Caroline portioned up the food on paper plates and handed them out, the twins thanking her. She was feeling peckish herself, the three of them eating silence. While they didn’t speak, having the twins sitting close to her and seeing their smiles spoke volumes to Caroline. It wasn’t until they were nearly finished that they started talking, the twins thanking her for thinking to do this.

“We’ll have to do this again soon!” Caroline said with a delighted smile. “Especially when the weather is this nice it’s a shame to stay...” she stopped abruptly when she noticed neither twin appeared to be paying attention to her anymore. Instead, they seemed to have their eyes on the ground beside her. “What is it?”  

It was always amusing how the twins seemed to mimic one another’s expressions without even realizing it. Each one was slightly slack jawed with a puzzled look. Caroline was unable to take in this time, quickly looking beside her to see what all the fuss was.

Not even a foot away was a brown wild rabbit. It was standing on its hind legs, staring curiously at her, its nose twitching. It cautiously got back down on all fours when it realized it had been spotted by Caroline, waiting to see what she would do.

“I’ve never had a wild rabbit come this close to me before,” Caroline marveled quietly. 

“Do you think it’s sick?” Max asked worriedly.

“Does it have rabies?” Min thought he’d heard strange behavior in animals, and a lack of a fear in humans, meant a chance that it was rabid.

“It looks fine and rabies is very rare in rabbit,” Caroline answered. “It is skinny, though...” She grabbed some of the baby carrots she’d packed. “I wonder if it would take some carrots?”

Slowly Caroline reached out her hand. The rabbit watched as she placed four carrots on the ground in front of it. It took a few steps forward, sniffing, before it decided the carrots were indeed something it wanted to eat.

“Well look at that!” Caroline said happily as she watched along with the twins. 

Caroline never thought she’d be able to get near an animal like this again. All it seemed to take was for one to get her scent for trouble to start. First they’d be confused, smelling both rabbit and human together, then they got angry when they couldn’t figure out just what Caroline was.

Dogs were the most frightening to be around. If it was of reasonable size, no matter how well trained, it seemed to snap and become hell bent on attacking Caroline. 

She hadn’t taken her chances with other animals. Maybe she smelled just enough like a rabbit that real ones weren’t afraid of her...?

“Oh...” Caroline said sadly when the rabbit suddenly took off, the remaining carrot in its mouth. She was hoping it would stick around awhile longer. She turned her attention back to the twins. “I’m sorry! This is a date... I shouldn’t be staring at bunnies!”

“Why not?” Max asked.

“We certainly are,” Min added with a sly wink.

Caroline giggled and blushed. She debated about moving in for kisses but was still much to shy to try anything out in the open. Although they seemed to be alone it wasn’t worth the risk to her.

Once they finished up the twins volunteered to throw away their trash while Caroline packed up the rest of it. They had such a great time with her, both Min and Max happy as could be as they made the small trek to the garbage can they’d remembered passing before heading back. 

It had only taken them minutes yet Min and Max were dumbfounded when they returned to Caroline. In fact, she was too. All three of them remained frozen in place as they tried to take in what was going on. 

Completely still, Caroline was looking down at the rabbit mob that had formed around her. It seemed like every wild rabbit near Gotham must have come to see her! It left Min and Max wondering if rabbits had some sort of communication network where word was spread fast for it to go from one rabbit to dozens who’d arrived. They’d have to ask Caroline if she knew later.

From kit to adult there were rabbits of all shapes and sizes. Those that had arrived fastest had taken it upon themselves to flop beside Caroline. The bolder ones were dozing off on her lap; they’d hopped up on her uninvited. The others seemed to be looking at her with reverence, a trait that Min and Max had no idea rabbits were capable of.

“Caroline...” Min said after a moment, all three of them still bewildered. “What’s happening?” 

“I have no idea!” Caroline answered. “It never occurred to me that rabbits might not find me upsetting like any other animal would...”

Rabbits really liked her? Caroline raised a trembling hand before slowly lowering it down to pet one of the rabbits who’d taken up residency on her lap. At first she thought she’d done something wrong when the lounging rabbit got on its feet but it was to sniff and lick her hand. 

Caroline held out her free hand to the rabbits on the ground. They responded in kind by licking or nuzzling her. They were thrilled when she started giving them turns at head strokes.

It was adorable. Min and Max felt themselves nearly swooning while a bright smiled extended across Caroline’s face. She started cooing over the rabbits like a woman normally would over children, thanking them for coming to see her. 

They seemed to understand, leaping for joy that they’d met Caroline’s approval.

“They really like you, Caroline!” Max said, happy for her. 

“They do!” Caroline agreed. “Huh...” This sudden development was most unexpected. While it was wonderful to be able to touch an animal again, the gears in Caroline’s head began turning. Perhaps her newfound friends could prove to be of even more use to her...

“Uh... Mistah J!” Harley called, her eyes glued with disbelief to the TV. “Ya gotta see this!”

“What is it?” Joker asked grumpily, not expecting much. The last time Harley had insisted he look at something on the television it was a commercial for a romantic couples cruise. 

“Look what’s happenin’ on the news!” Harley exclaimed, looking over the back of the couch at him as she pointed at the screen.

“Move over!” Joker said as he sat down on the couch beside Harley, roughly shoving her away when she tried to cuddle with him. He didn’t want to be distracted from what was happening.

It was chaos the likes of which Gotham had never seen before. Hundreds upon hundreds of rabbits filled the streets, completely stopping traffic. A variety sizes and colors, some wild, some domestic, and others from laboratories were breaking into business. Depending on how big they were, they worked in teams to gather valuables into bags and drag them out together. 

For anyone unlucky enough to be outside they were attacked by gangs of Flemish Giant rabbits, having their wallets and purses stolen. Any rabbit that was nearby seemed to be joining the cause, coming in from miles around or freeing themselves from their cages.

Animal control and the police had been called, according to the reporting Summer Gleeson. No one seemed sure of how to properly handle the situation. There were so many that trying to capture them didn’t even make a dent in what was going on and it would be bad PR if the police were to kill them.

“The police academy never prepare me for somethin’ like this!” Detective Bullock said when he was approached to give a comment. After all the kooks and weirdos he’d dealt with he was positive that he’d seen everything by now. Living in Gotham, he should have known that wouldn’t be accurate.

A woman was heard giggling, the camera man managing to find the source of it on a store rooftop. It was none other than the White Rabbit, observing her army of rabbits carefully to make sure they weren’t being harmed.

“What’s the matter, Detective?” she called out. “Are these fuzzy wuzzy bunnies a little too much for you?” she mocked before laughing again.

“You! I shoulda known...” It wasn’t often that Bullock managed to catch sight of the White Rabbit when he was after her but they’d been somewhat acquainted. He may not know how to stop the rabbits’ looting spree but he knew how to slap of a pair of handcuffs on some wack job. “You stay right there!” he shouted as he ran towards the building.

Yeah right, like she’d stay put to get arrested. For a moment she lingered, staring down at the ladder Detective Bullock was climbing that would grant him access to the roof.

“Wow, I’m impressed!” the White Rabbit teased as he neared the top, backing up. “I didn’t think you’d be able to get up here!” She could see him breathing heavily and panting but he’d made it. 

“End of...” Detective Bullock said breathily. “End of the line!” There was nowhere else for her to run and he was blocking the only way down. Surely he had her now. 

“Mmmm....” the White Rabbit pretended to think about it. “Nah,” she waved her hand dismissively. “C’mon, Detective! Follow the White Rabbit!” She turned and, with a running start, made a long flying leap at the fire escape of the taller building next to them. 

Detective Bullock could only watch her ascend it; no normal human could make a leap like that!

As the White Rabbit was being sure to draw everyone’s attention Min and Max were close by. They’d been gathering up the bags the rabbits brought them and tossing them into a moving van they’d stolen. It was small amounts at a time with the limited amount of weight even the strongest and largest rabbits could carry but it was starting to add up fast due to the speed and amounts.

“Did ya ever picture us doin’ somethin’ like this?” Min asked his twin.

“No,” Max answered as he accepted another bag from a rabbit. “But that’s what’s been fun working for Caroline!” 

The twins grinned at each other in agreement.

Meanwhile, Joker had ordered Harley to get some popcorn. He was laughing in delight to watch the authorities try and deal with the rabbit mob, hoping Batman would show up soon to add to the comedy. 

“I guess I should give the kid more credit,” the Joker remarked as the news crew struggled to keep the White Rabbit in frame as she herself evaded capture. “I guess she does have a sense of humor after all!”

[xiaojusaur]

3:00 am

Drabble game! This one is a request from @grimyslacker ! I hope you like it hun!

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut / Hints of Angst

Warnings: Bathtub sex, fingering, oral, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.3K

Description: You explode after Yoongi arrives home at 3:00AM from work, but not spending much time with him makes you overthink and overreact. As soon as he realizes it, he gives you a night to never forget.

Another night dozing off on the sofa waiting for him yet he wasn’t arriving any soon. You were tired already, of waiting for him, of this, of him. You went to lock the front door, he didn’t deserve to be here.

At this point you started thinking that this wasn’t about work, there had to be something else or specifically someone else.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, you just heard the twisting of the doorknob as someone was trying to open the door.

You looked at the clock, 3:00 am. This had to be Yoongi.

You walked lazily to the door, opening it. Outside stood Yoongi looking annoyed with his hands inside of his jacket pockets. “So now you’re letting me outside? Don’t you see is freezing out here?”. By the way, he was talking you could say he was drinking. Maybe he wasn’t completely drunk but he wasn’t sober. You swallowed your words because being woken up like this and he picking up a fight wasn’t a good combination. You just turned around and walked inside, letting him decide if he wanted to enter or not.

“So you’re not talking to me now?” He said after closing the door behind him. You stood silent, just looking at him.

After taking a deep breath you finally talked, “Do you see what time it is? It’s 3:00 in the morning!”

“I didn’t know I had a curfew now,” he answered sarcastically. “Where were you?” you asked already pissed off. He plopped on the sofa, “I was working. Aren’t you supposed to know that already?”. You scuffed, “Until 3:00 am? What kind of work is that one?”

He was starting to raise his voice now, “The one where I'm required to write and produce and see if I’m satisfied with the work.” You rolled your eyes, not believing a single word. “Oh yeah? With which whore?” You said finally getting off your nerves.

“Hey! Watch your mouth missy!” he said as a warning. “Or what?” you defied. His eyes went dark with anger you almost got scared but you needed to know what was going on. “Tell me the truth Yoongi, are you fucking someone else?”

“I'm gonna wreck that mouth of yours if you keep cursing,” he said trying to make you forget that you were mad. Usually, whenever you fight you’ll end up having makeup sex and things would get fixed, but today you felt it was different. You were dead serious today.

“I'm being serious Yoongi, which whore are you fucking? Cause honestly I don’t believe you’re working until 3:00 am.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. “Do you want to call Hoseok or Namjoon? They can tell you if I was working or not.” He offered you his phone.

“No! I don’t want anything from you, I’m fucking tired of you getting late here and not giving me the attention I need. I should leave to my mom’s, I think this isn’t working,” you said while walking to the room to gather your stuff.

He followed you, “Oh so now the princess wants to leave? Fine! Whatever makes you happy. I did tell you it was going to be this way, you agreed to it and now you don’t want it? I can’t understand you. Maybe we do need to take a break cause I can’t deal with more stress here.”

You were expecting this but you also were hoping to never hear it. “Yeah, maybe we should take a break, so you can fuck your whore freely,” you said while shoving clothes in a suitcase. He came like a lightning to you, grabbing you hard by the arm and spinning you to face him. “Ah! You’re hurting me!” You screamed in pain, you were sure the pressure of his fingers were going to leave marks. “Good! Maybe like that you enter into reason,” he said looking at you directly in the eyes.

You tried to get free from his grip but he was too strong. “Look at me Y/N,” he commanded, his voice turning serious. “Please don’t make this harder for me, I have a lot of pressure over my shoulders.”

You suddenly started crying, he could make you so frustrated sometimes. “How am I supposed to feel when you arrive home half-drunk at 3:00 in the morning?! Huh?! Tell me! Wouldn’t you feel the same?” You pushed him but he just stood there trying to control his temper. “Y/N please calm down. I just had a few drinks with the boys WHILE working. Why are you acting like this so suddenly babe?”

The babe made you angrier “BECAUSE YOU DONT LOVE ME! You don’t give me attention, you don’t feed my needs. Heck! You don’t even touch me anymore.” Tears ran down your cheeks while you screamed your feelings.

“Is this because of that? Because I don’t please you like before? Y/N dear, you know I desire you, hell! If I had the energy and the time I would spend all day in bed with you, making love to you.” His hands were cupping your face, his thumbs whipping your tears. He pulled you to a hug and started to caress your hair. “I love you Y/N, I love you so much, why do you have doubts? Why do you do this to yourself? You know it’s hard for me to find people. I found you and you’ve helped me a lot, I’ve become better. So stop it please and don’t go, I won’t stand it if you go.” He kissed your forehead and then took your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Now, I'm free tomorrow, do you wanna do something?” He smirked and you laughed about the sudden change of mood. “There it is! That beautiful smile. Come on, let’s take a bath together and relax a little.”

He walked you both to the bathroom. You started filling the bathroom with some warm water. You turned around and Yoongi was looking at you with a smile on his face. “What?” you asked laughing. He got closer, holding you by the waist “Nothing, you just look cute.” He pecked your cheek and then your neck. You giggled because it tickled you. “Should I add a bath bomb?” you asked him. “Please, something to makes us relax.”

You started looking for a lavender bath bomb and when you found it you threw it in the water. “Should we get undressed now?” he asked teasingly with a smirk on his face. “No, maybe we should get in with clothes on,” you said joking.

He then pulled up the big shirt you had, leaving you only in panties. “Well that was fast,” he said laughing. “I was sleeping, do you want me to sleep in jeans and bra?” He started laughing while taking off his shirt. “Do you want me to help?” you asked while taking the zipper of his jeans between your fingers. He hummed “Someone’s eager.”

“Well, it’s being quite a while. I'm always eager for you,” you answered. He hummed again while you unzipped his pants when they fell he stepped out of them. You then pulled down your underwear and he did the same. He then dipped into the bathtub a low grunt leaving his lips. “Come, baby,” he stretched his arms calling you. You smiled and then got into the tub, sitting between his legs.

He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you to him. He took the liquid soap and started to pour it on you, massaging your back and your shoulders. He then started pouring some water on you to wash out the soap. He started caressing your legs, going up your torso, he squeezed one of your breasts playfully making you laugh.

But then both of his hands grabbed your breasts his fingers twisting your nipples. His mouth was kissing your neck, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of his soft lips and his hands toying with you. A low moan escaped your lips, he breathed giving you tickles and then whispered in your ear “Do you like it?” His low voice making you shiver “I love it oppa.” You rested your head on his shoulder, his hands now traveling down your torso, he was trying to reach between your legs.

His hand pushed your legs apart, taking your earlobe between his teeth, his fingers found your clit. You sighed in relief while he massaged your bundle of nerves. He was going slowly, torturing you, making you surrender to the pleasure. A low “Yes,” escaped your lips and he moaned at your cute voice. One of your legs was now hanging on the edge of the tub, spreading yourself more to give him access. A bony finger entering you surprised you making you gasp. He knew you were ready to have more so he slipped another finger in stealing a moan from you. He started pulsing his fingers while his thumb caressed your clit. “Oh fuck, Yoongi yes!” You were a moaning mess. He started going faster and deeper on you, the water now splashing out of the tub, your moans could be heard all around the house, you were sure. “Yoongi Im gonna cum,” you whispered. “Cum baby girl, cum for me.” And with that, you exploded with a long moan. “That’s it,” he hissed and the kissed your cheek. “Let’s go to the bed now, we’re gonna turn into raisins.” You laughed at his comment.

You were in the room now with a bathrobe and he was just covering his lower half with a towel. He then let drop the towel, standing all naked in front of you. Your eyes glowed because he looked like an angel, his skin glowing, his hair damp from the bath.

He was walking to you slowly, almost like if you were his prey and he was about to eat you all. “Now come here, I'm gonna make love to you through all the rest of the night, we’re not going out all day, I'm gonna pleasure every corner of your body.” His words sparking a new fire inside of you; desire.

He untied your bathrobe, letting it fall to your feet. He started kissing your neck, licking and nibbling on it, his hands ran down your arms. He noticed some purple spots: the marks of his fingers. He gasped and stopped doing everything. “What’s wrong?” you asked confused. He just caressed the spot. “It’s okay Yoongi, it doesn’t hurt,” you said sweetly. “I hurt you,” he said as a whisper. “It’s okay, just... come here, touch me, make me yours again and again.” His eyes were now two balls full of hunger.

He touched your cheek and you leaned into his hand saying “Your hands are big, let me feel them all over me please.” He started kissing you wildly and you both fell onto the bed. You were on top of him, kissing him while he ran his hands up and down your back. You kissed his neck, down his torso until you reached to his length, it was waiting for you all hard.

You started kissing the tip, looking at him all innocent, he passed his fingers through your hair and smiled, eager for what was coming next. You then opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around him, going as far as you could. Going back up you sucked him, looking at him directly to the eyes. He hissed and then moaned when you reached the tip. “Ooh jagi, do that again.” You complied with his wish. You were now bobbing your head, making him grunt and hiss until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Babe, please ride me, come,” he begged.

You climbed over his legs, straddling him. He was holding his dick for you to sit on it. You took it to find your entrance and when you did you slid down slowly. Yoongi hissed at the new feeling, “Fuck! You’re tight.” When you finally reached the end you started moving, rocking your hips back and forth. This position allowed him to reach your spot easily. He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you on how to move. After a little while, you started jumping fast, feeling the knot in your stomach trying to get free. He noticed and his hand found your clit, rubbing it furiously, trying to make you reach your high. “Fuck! Yes!” He kept going until your hips were moving furiously, “Shit Jagi! Cum for me, let me hear you, baby,” and that was all you needed, your orgasm hitting you, a sigh leaving your lips. You crashed on his sweaty chest, trying to recover fast because he wasn’t done.

“Don’t get too comfy, I haven’t finished,” he said smirking, suddenly rolling on the bed so you were now under him. He took both of your legs and placed them on his shoulders. He slipped into you again, thrusting you mercilessly. “You look so good like this, under me, your breasts jumping, you’re mine.” He let your legs fall on his side and started kissing you, never stopping his hips. He was whispering in your ear how much he liked you, how much he loved you, how beautiful you are. “I'm gonna cum baby,” he almost cried. He started going faster on you and then he pulled out, exploding on your stomach and with a loud grunt. He crashed on your side kissing your cheek. “Do you feel loved now?” you nodded and he smiled.

When he was recovered he took the towel and cleaned your stomach and then came back to cuddle you. It was 6:00 am already, the sun was starting to peek. “Yoongi we haven’t slept,” you giggled.

“Didn’t you heard when I said we were going to spend the day in bed? I wasn’t referring to sleep.” You purred and he chuckled, kissing you again to start a new round full of pleasures.

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So Far Away

So Far Away Yoongi x Reader Soulmate AU

Author: Admin Mo

Min Yoongi loved sleep. He loved sleep more than just about anything. But he’d be darned if he ever let the others know why. Like some of the others, Yoongi had no visible sign of his soulmate. No tattoo. No timer. No red string of fate. And as far as the others knew, he hadn’t manifested anything yet. But that was a lie. Yoongi’s soulmate had manifested before almost all of theirs, it was just something they hadn’t picked up on.

And it was the reason he got so angry when the others woke him up.

Yoongi knew his soulmate pretty well, actually, considering they talked every night in their dreams. It was never for very long, what with time zones and all, but they cherished the time they shared together, however long or short it was.

The first time you met Yoongi was in high school. You had dozed off during class, and suddenly you were somewhere else. A fountain in the center of a park you didn’t recognize. There was a boy standing there dressed in white, flipping a coin into the water. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his hair a reddish brown mess.

“Hello?” You called. This place was strange. Everything had a sort of misty haze, and the sky seemed too bright. It made you dizzy if you thought about it too hard.

And then he turned around and everything felt right. His warm brown eyes, a soft confident smirk and a voice as deep as the ocean. You knew. You just...knew after looking at him for one second that this was the moment that would define the rest of your life.

“What took you so long?” He held out a hand, silently asking you to come closer.

You did, and once you were close enough, he took your hand in his own. You stood there in silence for a little while, each of you taking the other in. Both of you knew who the other was and why you were here.

“Nice to finally meet you.” You spoke softly.

He smiled and squeezed your hand. “I’m Yoongi.”

“(Y/N).”

It was simple, but sweet, as a lot of your moments had been so far. The next time you met, it was Yoongi who had shown up second. You were sitting at a grand piano in an empty room. The room itself was kind of blank, but the music you were creating filled it with life and color.

When you noticed him, you stopped, and he put a hand over his heart. “Don’t stop because of me!”

“What took you so long?” You tilted your head and smirked at him.

He chuckled and shook his head, sitting next to you on the cushy piano bench. “What were you playing?”

“I was just messing around.” You shrugged, your fingers settling back onto the keys and plucking out a melody.

Yoongi watched for a few seconds and then joined in, his hands crafting a lower harmony beneath your notes. You smiled at the way he played, the way his thigh touched yours, the warmth that seemed to radiate from him.

How could a dream feel so real?

***

Ironically, since you had lost your voice, music had become your life. It surpassed all languages and barriers and expressed any emotion, even without words. The wordless kind was really the only kind you could make these days.

You had always played piano, and you used to sing along, but those days were over. Instead, you poured your heart out with your fingers, carefully shaping melodies and writing pieces only to forget them the next time you sat down on the bench.

But there was one melody that wouldn’t leave you. And so you named it Yoongi. It floated around your head at school while you daydreamed. Your eyes drifting off into space as you thought about him, the melody playing softly in your head. You thought about his hands a lot. The way they made music so effortlessly, or how they felt wrapped around your own.

Your friend across the table waved her hand in your face. “Are you okay? You zoned out.”

You nodded and lifted up the little whiteboard attached to a string around your neck. You had been learning sign language for the past few years, but your friends weren’t quite there yet, so it was just easier to communicate that way. It took you a while to figure out what to write while you held the marker between your fingertips, but after a few moments, you wrote out: “I kind of met my soulmate?”

“You what?! No way! Tell us everything!”

You laughed soundlessly and erased the previous message to make room for the new one. Now, all of your friends’ eyes were on you as you rushed to write out what had happened as simply as you could. “I only see him in my dreams. His name is Yoongi. We both play the piano.”

“What else?”

You erased and wrote out, “I don’t know! We’ve only met like twice!”

“Mmhmm, suuure…” One of your friends raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “You better tell us everything.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

***

Months passed, and you saw Yoongi pretty frequently. It wasn’t every night that you saw eachother, but it was often enough. On this night in particular, you were walking along the beach. Which beach, you weren’t sure. The details were obscured by what the two of you had come to refer to as the ‘dream fog’, the overlying feature that made every dream feel like the same place, despite the differences in the settings.

“I missed you.” Yoongi came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “You sound tired. How is it possible to be tired while you’re literally asleep?”

“I’m finding new ways to defy logic every day.” He laughed and pressed a kiss to your neck. His hands settled over yours. “How was your day?”

“Good. How was yours?”

“Better now.” His voice was so deep. Deeper than the ocean beside you. And it filled you with a warm feeling you couldn’t describe.

People said that meeting your soulmate in person was the best feeling on the earth, but you decided this was good too. It was almost the same. You got to see him. Feel him. Hold him. Even if it was never for very long.

You liked being able to talk to him. That was something that would certainly complicate things whenever fate finally pushed the two of you together in real life. But for now, It wasn’t a problem, so you didn’t bring it up.

After a few minutes of watching the waves together, you turned around and hugged him, arms wrapped tight around his middle. He chuckled softly, hugging you back.

“You’re clingy today, jagi.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m not complaining, but-”

“Just making the most of the time we have.” You whispered into his chest. Your words made him hold you a little tighter. “We need to find a way to-”

And then you woke up, sighing at your ceiling. It was always like that. As soon as you tried to make a plan to find eachother, it shattered the dreamscape and left you voiceless once again.

But maybe someday…

***

You and Yoongi had been connected for years by this point. You had done everything in your dreams from playing mini golf to hanging out at the mall. Slowly, you learned to take more control of the dreamscape. You could influence where you went, and even change location in the middle of a dream with enough practice. You learned that talking about meeting in the real world caused whatever dream you were sharing to dissolve around you, so you made conversation of other things.

Yoongi was a rapper, you learned. He liked his coffee black, which he laughed and said was ironic, but when he tried to explain why, the dream dissolved. Yoongi reasoned that he couldn’t disclose anything about Bangtan, his stage name included. So, instead, he asked about you.

You told him that you played the piano, and it slipped out that you used to sing. He asked why you didn’t anymore, and you told him that...you were just spending more time on the piano playing thing these days. He simply nodded and pulled you closer.

The next time you saw eachother, he was playing the grand piano in the big empty room, his fingers pounding out an emotional piece. It somehow managed to be heavy and light at the same time, the contrast between his hands creating a sound unique to him. You could swear you recognized the sound of it from somewhere, but thinking about it too much made the dream haze start to falter, so you stopped trying to place it and instead sat next to him.

“White hair, huh?” You played with his hair, causing him to stop making music and look at you instead. He had that adorable gummy smile on his face. “It’s a good look for you.”

“And your hair is the same as always. Beautiful.” His words caused a flash of heat to course through your veins as you surrendered to his embrace, hiding a blushing face. “So...where do you want to go tonight?”

“Hmmm…” You stroked your chin for a second, thinking about the possibilities. You could literally go anywhere in the entire world. “Have you ever been to Disney World?”

“Disneyland.”

“It’s not the same.” You laughed, taking his hands and willing the scene to fabricate around you. In moments, the two of you were walking down Main Street USA, holding hands, eating chocolate covered ice cream pops, and wearing Mickey and Minnie ears.

Once you were there, the two of you did what you always did: you made the most of the time you had. You rode every ride you could manage, got Dole Whip, met Mickey Mouse, and now that the dream sun was setting, Yoongi stopped you in front of Cinderella Castle, both of your hands in his and looked at you. You looked so cute in your ears, and you were all his, even if you weren’t together in the real world just yet.

“Someday...I’m going to take you here for real.” Yoongi decided. “I promise.”

“Can’t wait.” You hugged him tightly, your very own Disney prince standing in the center of the place where dreams come true. And you wished on every star in the heavens that someday your prince would come.

You just didn’t realize how soon it would be.

***

Your music teacher in college had stumbled upon an amazing opportunity. He had an old friend and to make a long story short, you and a handful of his favorite students were headed to South Korea to learn more about their music industry.

You slept most of the flight, catching Yoongi’s dream waves for a few minutes, but when you tried to tell him where you were, you woke up. Odd, you thought. But you didn’t think about it too hard.

When you landed and got to the hotel, you got coffee in a coffee shop with the other students.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Your professor asked.

You nodded and shot him a thumbs-up. You weren’t really sure why, but for some reason, you had this weird feeling. It was odd. A haze of sorts. A pull. It felt like a variation of the dream energy. Odd, you thought.

As the day continued, the feeling only got stronger, causing your heart to race. Even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you knew what was coming, slowly but surely. You knew Yoongi wasn’t so far away anymore.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a building labeled with a big sign that read ‘Big Hit’. A quick Google told you this particular industry was home of a boy band called BTS. Had you looked at your screen for half a second longer before setting it down, you would have seen a picture of them, your soulmate mixed in with the six other handsome faces.

They gave you a quick tour, and then your teacher pulled you aside.

“I asked, and they said they would let you use the piano if you want to.”

You gave him a bright smile and two enthusiastic thumbs up. He laughed and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

When they brought you to the room with the piano, your heart dropped. You knew this place. This piano. The room was a little more defined here in person, but you knew that as soon as you sat down, your life was going to change forever.

You sat on the bench and reached out with shaky fingers, playing a melody you knew all too well at this point. Despite the feelings that were stirring around your heart, real and thick and warm, you still played the song effortlessly, even if it sounded empty without Yoongi’s half of the duet.

Meanwhile, in another room, the boys were rehearsing one of their dances, and as soon as the music stopped, Yoongi caught something in the distance. He perked up, listening intently. Jimin nudged him, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything okay, hyung?”

“Do you hear that?” He asked.

“The music?” Jimin replied.

Yoongi nodded. “I...I know that song.” He wandered out the door, following the sound. The closer he got, the louder it got, and finally, he was standing outside the door, his hand shaking, hovering over the doorknob.

After a few moments of standing there, Yoongi took a breath, and opened the door.

You looked up and your eyes widened. He smiled and took a few steps closer, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“D-Don’t stop because of me!”

You were still sitting there frozen, very glad you had taken Korean as your foreign language, but unsure of what to do. You could understand him, sure, but you couldn’t say anything. This was the issue you had been afraid of since the beginning.

So instead of speaking, you stood from the piano bench on wobbly legs and met him in the middle of the room. He immediately took you in his arms, sighing and holding you tight. He felt you shaking, but it wasn’t until a few minutes later when he pulled away to look at you, that he noticed you were crying without even making a noise.

He wiped away your tears, smiling softly. “Don’t cry for me, jagi.”

You pulled his arms back around you and held onto him like it was the last time you would get to. All of the people who had come before you were right. Being here in person was so much different. So, so much different. His warmth was unlike anything you had ever felt, and the way his voice sounded in person sent your heart flying.

Finally, you pulled away and grabbed your white board from the top of the piano. You wrote out. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you, but I can’t talk.”

He read over the words, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion. His expression softened and he took your face in his hands and then spoke very softly in that deep voice of his. “You don’t have to keep secrets from me. Ever.”

You nodded and mouthed, “I know.” You sighed a shaky breath. “I just...didn’t know...”

“Did you think I would love you any less?” His heart broke at the very thought. When you started to shrug, nodding a little, he pulled you into his arms as quickly as he could. You had never been held so tight in your life. You could hear his voice break as he whispered, “You are PERFECT. Perfect.” His voice shook. “So, so perfect. I love you so much...”

You held him just a little tighter, burying your face in his chest in a way that let him know you loved him too. 

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The Devil’s Trill | 06

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Musician AU/Fluff

Summary: Min Yoongi is a harsh music critic and judge known for his brutally honest input. When it comes your time to face his judgement, things go down different than you expected. The judge may end up becoming more than just a person to be feared to you.

Chapters: Intro 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Epilogue

You sat in your music theory class, bored out of your mind. Music theory was interesting and all, but somethings were just incredibly complicated and hard to understand. When you got to those kind of topics, you often just stopped listening all together, zoning out and letting your mind wonder.

It had been a few days since you and Yoongi made your agreement to text each other little facts about yourselves. You were glad you agreed to do this, it gave you something to look forward to everyday, and every time you saw him when you went to practice after, you never saw him the same way twice. He had more personality and character now. More meaning to you. He wasn't just a blank slate to you anymore. He was someone you took interest in rather than just a mentor.

As you sat in class and waited for the lecture about intervals or whatever it was he was teaching to be over, you felt a vibration zap in your back pocket. A smile rose to your lips before you reached back and took the phone out of you pocket, your heart fluttered a bit when you saw the contact. It was who you expected it to be, the person you were just thinking about. You looked up at your professor to make sure he wasn't looking toward you. When you saw him writing on the board, you looked back down at your phone and opening the message.

Yoongi: ’I tried to be a rapper once. I actually had a small underground career.’

You almost dropped your phone after reading that you were so shocked. You let out a quiet laugh and put your hand over your mouth to try to keep anymore from tumbling out. Yoongi, a classical musician and music critic who practically has perfect pitch and an incredible understanding of music, a rapper. You could practically see him walking out onto stage with a bandana in his hair and a credit card in between his teeth. The thought of it and not being able laugh had you dying.

xx-xx 'You can't be serious.'

You typed, quickly and pressed send before putting your phone between your thighs and waiting for his response. You looked at your professor that was still rambling about God knows what while taking a breath, calming yourself down. It didn't take long for him to reply, he was always quick about responding.

Yoongi: 'Totally serious. I still remember some of the raps I wrote. My favorite was called nevermind.'

xx-xx  'Maybe I'll hear it some day.'

You replied and waited. He sent his next message soon after.

Yoongi: 'No.'

You giggled at how blunt it was. You thought it was a quiet giggle, but you must have been wrong. You heard your professor call your name. The smile on your face immediately disappeared. You tried to act like you hadn't been laughing at your phone. But no one could ever cover up something that obvious. "Yes?"

"What did I just say?" 'Shoot.' You were screwed. You had no idea what he had been talking about for the past 20 minutes. You just gave a blank look and shrugged. There wasn't anything else you could do.

"Put the phone at the corner of your desk and pay attention." You sighed and did what you had been told. Putting the phone down. Luckily you hadn't responded to him yet so he probably wouldn't text you again until you did. At least, that's what you had thought until you heard your phone vibrate loudly against the wood of your desk. You pressed your lips together and shut your eyes as some of the people around you looked in your direction, hoping that he wouldn't send anything else for the 10 minutes remaining of your class period.

The girl sitting next to you laughed quietly when the electronic vibrated another time after that. "Boyfriend?" She asked in a hushed tone. "Oh, no. He's not my boyfriend, just a friend." "Yeah, sure." She agreed with obvious sarcasm. You had a feeling a blush may be gracing your cheeks. "Really, he's just my friend." "Okay okay, it's just that the look on your face when you got that first text said otherwise." You didn't respond to her, you just turned to he back of the class to check the time. It was 2:54 and this class period ended at 3. This was the last period of your day, you would go straight to your dorm after, you and Yoongi couldn't meet today because he was judging at a junior soloist competition all day today. He must have text you while taking a break.

For whatever time was remaining in class, you zoned in on what was being taught before 3 O'Clock rolled around and your teacher dismissed you. You grabbed your phone from off your desk along with your bag and violin, shooting up from your place on the edge of the riser and rushing out of the room. You opened your messages once you were out of the crowd of people, and you didn't have to worry about walking into someone else.

Yoongi: 'I demand your respect and you would lose that for me if I ever did that.'

You smiled to yourself, scrolling to the second message you had sent.

Yoongi: 'You'd better be practicing’

You rolled your eyes, he could never get off your case. You put your phone back into your pocket and walked back to your dorm, putting your violin and bag in there respective spots before flopping down on your small couch, pulling out your phone and holding it over your face. Opening your messages with Yoongi and scrolled up, reading some of the things you had exchanged over the past few days. ______

1/10  

Yoongi: 'Baroque era music is my favorite'

xx-xx: 'Really? I prefer Romantic.'

1/11  

Yoongi: 'Back in high school, I had image issues so dyed my hair a lot. I think mint green looked the best on me.'

xx-xx    'I've never dyed my hair any exotic colors. I want to see the green though.'

Yoongi: 'Maybe I can find a picture.'

xx-xx    'Definitely tell me if you do.'

1/12  

Yoongi: 'I've played piano for Broadway before. I lived in New York for a while doing that.'

xx-xx    'I want to play in a pit someday.'

Yoongi: 'I can get you there if you'd like.'

xx-xx : 'You do too much for me, I can get there myself.'

1/13  

xx-xx    'I'll send the first text today.'

Yoongi: 'Sorry I was busy scheduling things.'

xx-xx    ’It's Alright. I'm 5th chair first violin of my college's premier orchestra.'

Yoongi: 'Only 5th?'

xx-xx    'Yeah.'

Yoongi: 'After we're done working together, you'll never be any less than concert mistress.'

xx-xx    ’I'll hold you to that'

1/14  

Yoongi: 'Those six friends of mine started a dance group once. It didn't last long though'

xx-xx 'I can't dance for the life of me. Wish I could though.'

Yoongi: 'It's not for everyone. That's for sure. Hoseok was insanely good, he still dances but me and a few others weren't as good.' ______

That was the last message he sent before today's about him trying to be a rapper. You launched again as you read it. You couldn't believe that he had done something like that it seemed so out of character for him. He had probably changed a lot since then.

You put your phone down on your chest and lay down on the couch for a few seconds longer, closing your eyes and resting for moment. The days where you didn't have work with Yoongi because you were too busy with classes or he had been called in to do something seemed incomplete. It was like you could have gotten more done, because something was always completed when you worked together. You wanted to doze off in that moment, even if it was only midday. But before you could, you felt your phone vibrate on your chest. Your opened your eyes and picked it up.

Yoongi: 'There's an intermission right now if you wanted to talk.'

xx-xx    'I'm always willing to talk to you.'

You sent without thinking about it. You winced once you realized what you just typed, wishing you could unsend your messages.

Yoongi: 'Aw, that's cute.'

He replied quickly, you sighed and rubbed your forehead. 'Why did I send that?' You asked yourself before typing out another message.

xx-xx : 'How's the competition going?'

Yoongi: 'Junior competitions are always interesting. I look forward to judging them because of the prodigies.'

xx-xx    ’Prodigies just make me feel bad about myself. Why couldn't I play the Mendelssohn when I was 10?'

Yoongi: 'You can play it now and that's what matters.'

xx-xx    'I guess. Still would have been cool to have that kind of talent.'

Yoongi: 'Talent only takes you so far. Sometimes I pity prodigies, most of them are locked in their room's for 6 hours and told they can't come out till they have the piece down. I mean it pays off but for what cost. You can't spend all your time on one thing.'

xx-xx : 'Yeah, you're right. I mean my dad had done that to me a few times but never to that extreme. Sometimes he wouldn't let me go to parties or friend's houses because I needed practice. He always wanted me to be my best. Guess it paid off.'

Yoongi: 'I'm glad he did. We may not be working together if he hadn't pushed you that hard.'

xx-xx    'That is very true.'

You looked away from your phone and let your eyes land on your violin case, which immediately sent your thoughts back to a text he had sent earlier; 'you better be practicing.' You smiled to yourself when you thought back to that text and stood, walking towards it and picking it up. You set the case on your coffee table and went to a small shelf, that was in your small, shared bedroom. You took down both The Devil's Trill and also Ravel's sonata for your audition. You set up a cheap, wire music stand and put the music down on it before opening up the case and preparing to play. Starting with the opening of the Ravel, but a few measures in, you heard your phone vibrate on the coffee table you had left it on. You stopped playing and leaned over to pick up your phone, seeing Yoongi's name again.

Yoongi: 'Well intermission is over, thanks for making it a little more enjoyable.'

xx-xx : Have fun listening to prodigies. I'll just be practicing :)'

Yoongi: 'Good'

You put the phone down and focused back on your music, playing the first few measures again, but continuing this time. Fixing any mistakes you made, you wanted this to be good by the next time you saw Yoongi again, whenever that would be. As soon as the Ravel was done, you could focus on Devil's Trill which was what you wanted. Now that you could play the challenging sonata, you couldn't have asked for a better piece to play. You felt that it fit you well. It was like Yoongi knew you before you had ever even met.